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Sigh, shameless Sukuna smut
ftm!reader, -- this is purely self-indulgent
!! - monsterfucking / tongue fucking / getting hit from behind / simultaneous oral / overstim. / dacryphilia / stomach bulge / <3
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Bent over, back arching, eyes rolling, tongue lolling out getting your brains absolutely fucked out by the King of Curses.
Draped over his throne, where no other body but his has touched, -- looking so pretty and perfect impaled on his cock(s). Large, strong hands gliding to a place on your thighs as his impossibly sharp talons sink into your skin. Droplets of blood collect at the half crescent slits, slowly lapped up by something warm and wet.
Two mouths, spawned on each of his massive hands, made long, languished strokes up your thighs, idly licking the drenched skin.
A low chuckle comes from the large mass at your back, -- more like a rumble, Sukuna's well-defined chest right against your curved backside, reverberating with the sound.
Another sharp thrust and he hits your cervix, slotting right into you like a lost puzzle piece.
You can't help the labored groan falling from your lips, whimpering pathetically as Sukuna continued to take you harshly from the back. He was merciless, driving you beyond overstimulation, -- projecting into a whole new state of being. His hips made rolling thrusts, each one sending another spike of intense pleasure to your core, -- building up and desperately chasing that high. A shuddering sob escapes, --
"S-Suku- *hic* -- sukuna.. -- I ca- *hic* I can't-- I can't I- OH~-"
You keel over, Sukuna quick to snake a thick arm around your waist to keep you propped upright. He only grunts in amusement, not slowing down for a moment.
You instinctively squeeze once more around him, earning a pornographic moan from Sukuna's lips, making you freeze. Perhaps the biggest surprise was how much of an absolute whore Sukuna could be when it came to sex.
He was loud, unafraid to make his pleasure known.
And he moaned like a bitch, high pitched and everything.
He straightened up, running a hand through his hair while grinning, a sex-crazed gleam in his eyes
"sh-Shit, damn...--- hah...-! sSo tight... fuck"
Your clit throbs, beating, -- fat tears stain your face.
Sukuna bends over, kissing the shell of your ear,
"Mmm..~ such a filthy boy" he cooes and you start shaking
It's not soon before you're puddy in his arms, cresting waves of high pleasure drowning out all else as you allow yourself to go lax and be used like the good boy you were
Because you were a good boy, - you were his good boy n' you--
Suddenly, an acute pain spikes your inside and you squeal at the sensation of Sukuna spawning a mouth on his cock. Fully immersed inside, the new mouth savors the taste of you, lapping up your walls hungrily, tickling the farthest corners.
The tongue, there was so much of it, -- and soon you felt sickeningly full, already from the sheer size of him, but now with the addition of his girthy tongue you felt like you were actually gonna explode
Sukuna's hand softly rubs your stomach area, relishing in the way your screaming intensifies and your breaths stutter when he runs his index and middle finger over the slight bump in your stomach. Smiling wickedly, he thrusts, deep, -- simultanously forcefully palming the bulge, sending you completely over the edge.
Screaming, yelling, -- sobbing,- you're fucked beyond dumb by Ryomen Sukuna in his domain.
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silly :3
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Sukuna x ftm reader
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Heyy! K- hiccup kuna! M’homse” you giggled drunkly, as you slur on your words, walking through the door of your shared house
Sukuna raised an eyebrow when he saw your drunken appearance, smirking as he watched you fumble with your words. His fingers gently traced along your cheek, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "Ah my love, you've been enjoying yourself tonight, haven't you?" he asked, amusement lacing his tone. "Well, don't worry, my dear. We can find something to help you sober up quickly if you like," he offered, leading you towards the bedroom. "But first, tell me what happened tonight. Did you manage to cause any chaos that you think I'd appreciate?"
“Hmm…nope! giggle” as he places you on top of the couch in your room “but…therse wash a dude tryna touch me hiccup but I sasid no!” You say smiling childishly he rubs your head.
Sukuna couldn't help but let out another soft laugh at you. As he placed you on the couch in your room, he leaned in closer, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Good boy" he praised, running a hand through your hair affectionately. "I'll teach that fool a lesson tomorrow, don't you worry," he growled softly, his eyes flashing with malice. "Now, let's get you sobered up and then we can sleep" he suggested. With a flick of his wrist, a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of you, its aroma filling the room with warmth.
“kuunaaa…..~ hiccup m’tum tum feels weird….”
he set aside the tea on the coffee table, as he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you close. "Shhh, don't worry, my love," he soothed, stroking your hair. "We won't go too far tonight. Just drink the tea, and we'll cuddle until you feel better." He gently pushed you back onto the bed, sitting next to you as he held the cup of tea to your lips. "Let's focus on getting you sober first, okay?" he murmured, concern etching lines on his face. "Then, perhaps we can explore this further when you're more coherent.
Reaches for the glass of tea and drinks it “kunnaaa…. m’legs hurt can you help m’pleaseee…” you look at him with puppy eyes
Ryomen Sukuna couldn't resist your pleading eyes. He carefully massaged your sore legs, his strong hands working the knots out with practiced ease. "There, there," he crooned, his thumb brushing away a tear from your cheek. "You've had an eventful night, my dear. Don't worry, I'm here for you." His fingers danced across your skin, easing the tension in your muscles. "Once you're feeling better, we can discuss this strange new sensation and perhaps even try something more intimate. But for now, rest and let me take care of you," he promised, his eyes filled with warmth and caring.
“Mhh…so tired…” you say, your eye lids getting heavy and heavier, as you slowly drift off.
As you began to drift off, Ryomen Sukuna continued his gentle massage, ensuring you were comfortable. He knew you needed rest after your night of mischief. Once satisfied that your body had relaxed, he tucked you in snugly, covering you with a soft blanket. "Sleep well, my love," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Tomorrow, we'll continue our exploration." With a final kiss to your forehead, he stood and left the room, locking the door behind him. In the darkness, he smiled, already planning your next lessons.
part two in a few days!! <3
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Flower Bouquet
Ryomen Sukuna x GN! Reader
Cw - GN! reader, you/yours pronouns, a little bit of angst?, fluff, Maybe it's a bit ooc, no curses AU!, Sukuna is a normal human.
Synopsis - You always thought that working in a flower shop was boring, always having the same routine. Well, that is until you meet Sukuna.
Word Count - 778
Soft music can be heard in the small flower shop, a cool breeze spreads the scent of flowers throughout the place. Behind the counter, you are writing down orders while enjoying the music.
Soon, a customer walks in, pink hair and tattoos on his arms, he has a small frown on his face. The other attendants are busy at the moment, so you go up to him, a friendly smile on your face. "Hello, what can I do for you today?" The stranger just snorts and then scratches the back of his head, looking away.
"I'd like a bouquet of white roses." His voice comes out in a calm tone, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at you. "Oh, sure, wait a minute and I'll be right back." With that, you leave to get the flowers, making a bouquet and returning shortly afterwards. The man accompanies you to the cashier, a scowl on his face, making you think you've displeased him.
You charge the amount and he pays you, taking the bouquet and looking at it for a few moments. "Thank you." He murmurs, making you take a deep breath and crack another sympathetic smile. "We appreciate your preference, come back often."
After he leaves, you let out a sigh, sure that you would never see him again. Your gaze wanders to the clock and you realize it's almost closing time. You adjust your uniform and then start packing up for closing.
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The next day, you're looking at the flowers, choosing which ones are still beautiful and which ones have unfortunately wilted, until you hear the sound of someone entering the store. You're shocked to realize that it's the same customer as yesterday. By coincidence, he looks at you, and the man walks towards you. "Hi, I'd like a bouquet of white roses." He makes the same request as yesterday, you smile and then quickly go to make it.
The same intention as the other day happens when it's time to pay and you let out a sigh, happy not to have lost a customer. "Maybe that's just the way he acts." You mutter to yourself, continuing your work.
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This goes on for weeks, every day he goes there and places the same order, always at the same time of day. You even introduced yourselves and got to know each other, his name is Sukuna and the flowers are for his mother, who was in hospital at the time.
However, for two days he didn't come, making you feel something strange, maybe he was traveling or something, so you didn't pay much attention.
So you just carry on working, looking at the flowers, making bouquets, taking orders, serving customers, just doing your job, finding it super boring. That is until he enters the store, his scowl replaced by a neutral expression, he surveys the store, seemingly looking for something or someone, until his gaze stops on you.
"Hey." He says, with the same tone of voice he normally uses. "Oh, hey, how are you?" You ask, slipping a pen into your pocket and closing the notebook you're holding. "I’m good, thanks for asking, by the way, my mother is no longer in hospital." The words come out of his mouth without thinking, Sukuna crosses his arms and looks at you, your expression seems to light up and then a soft smile appears on your face.
"Oh my God, I'm so happy to hear that, so that's why you didn't come here for two days, right?" You ask on impulse, your words seeming to shock him, causing a mischievous smile to appear on his face. "So you missed me that much?" His words make you blush with embarrassment, looking at him with wide eyes you clear your throat and quickly try to explain yourself.
"Well, it's not that, it's just that you're a customer who-" Before you can finish he laughs, making you shut up. "Calm down, I was just kidding, well, I have a proposition." He says, looking at you with a smile in his corner, you just stay silent while you wait for him to continue.
"When your shift is over I'll take you on a date and then you won't miss me anymore, how does that sound?" Without thinking twice you accept, smiling shyly as you scratch the back of your neck. "Yes, of course, a romantic date, you say?" His smile seems to widen as he hears your words.
"Only if you want it to be." With that you just shake your head shyly, smiling and telling him the time your shift ends.
Well, maybe working in a flower shop isn't so boring...
Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!
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Alr bro I am BACK from the Malevolent Kitchen- So this whole thing takes place in the Heian era, when Sukuna was at his strongest and walking around as a four armed, tall monster of a man (he has two massive dicks I am not being told otherwise don't even play, lad)
Reader (do I even gotta say it? I'm real predictable let's be fr 💀) as Sukuna's favourite shrine keeper- as he's speaking to some sorcerers (prolly begging for mercy or smth), he calls the reader over and commands him to strip and warm his (massive) cocks, all the while the poor sorcerers are just fucking sitting there. Eventually, he gets tired of the reader just warming his cocks and commands him to start moving, scoffing when the reader is too slow for his liking- ultimately he just grabs the reader's hips with his lower pair of arms, using him like a fleshlight,,,,,,,
ALSO if and only if you are feeling up to it,,,,, skip to modern day when Sukuna gets incarnated again and is immediately like okay where the fuck is reader (he's been alive with Uraume, which is why he hasn't physically aged, either) so he can drag the reader into his innate domain and get his dick wet after centuries of no bf :((( kinks- degradation, sadism/masochism, size, double penetration, exhibitionism
ఌ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍
꧁ 𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂
w.c. › 9.1k
Warnings › first time ever writing Sukuna. Reader is trans male and he has breasts. Use of breasts and chest is interchangeable. Pussy, cunt, and hole are also used. Sukuna is still very mean but I made him just a little bit nicer, cuz romance lmao. Mentions of suicide. Boku is the JPN male version of I. Reader slurs his speech a lot
Kinks › degradation, sadism/masochism, size, double penetration, exhibitionism, nipple play, creampie, breast/chest play
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Wakizashi.
That’s what your dad called it. A Wakizashi. Shorter than a katana, larger than a dagger. The only weapon a civilian could handle in broad daylight without being seen as a threat. Many used it as a way to commit suicide.
He told you to use it for that reason.
It was the only good thing you could do.
The Fujiwara clan was powerful. No doubt about it. And while your father wasn’t the strongest, he was well respected. Many were excited when his wife was pregnant with you. Even when you came out as a girl, they weren’t too disappointed. Even a woman could be a strong sorcerer.
But you never did.
You had a curse technique.
But it was weak. It was fully based on defense.
The technique to manipulate shadows. But it was only your own. You could hide well but how does that help you in combat?
Didn’t help when you started spewing “nonsense” of not being a woman.
That earned you multiple whippings.
Everyone in the clan stopped paying attention to you after that moment. Your back covered in scars.
And the one large scar across your face.
Your Wakizashi flickered in the soft pale moonlight. The gold casing shining proudly. You took great care of it.
The harsh patters of feet caught your attention. You stood up from your makeshift mat, shuffling over to the small crack in your dilapidated cabin. It was practically a box. You glanced out, seeing multiple assassins hurriedly rushing out.
It looked to be the entirety of the Sun, Moon, and Stars Squad and then Five Empty Generals. Odd.
You shrugged it off, going back to lay down. You turned your attention back to your Wakizashi. It was the only thing you had in this box. You flicked your wrists, practicing your technique.
Even though you were weak, you still practiced everyday. With a sigh, you collapsed onto the bed. The rebellions you used to do as a child seemed so silly now. Cutting your hair, bathing with men, wearing male kimonos. Just to be locked away in the corner of your own home.
The door was unlocked but they made sure to make you fear even pushing it open.
Your mother took pity on you, being the one to deliver you food. You were sure that if she didn’t, you would’ve starved to death. But she seemed to be late today.
The soft sound of wind creaked against the old box. It shook slightly, always threatening to just collapse over you. Your eyes fluttered closed, clutching your Wakizashi close. It was only a few minutes later when the sounds of screaming caught your attention.
“He’s here!”
“Do not run away! We are the Toh!”
You sat up, staring at your door as the screams women, men, and even children reverberated through the cabin. Your grip tightened around the Wakizashi, bringing it up to your chest. Slowly, you crawled over to the door, pulling it inward to peek outside.
The sight… was horrific.
Blood. Blood everywhere. Weapons scattered. Arms detached. Heads rolling off bodies. Even a few bodies didn’t have the upper half. Many sliced into pieces.
You wanted to vomit. Who was doing this?
The Toh… was defeated.
You stepped outside the cabin, your bare feet touching the soft grass. The grass was colored red as you walked over to the piles of bodies. Your eyes scanning them, being able to name at least a fraction of the corpses. Underneath one, your mother’s eyes stared right at you.
Your breathing hitched, your hand clamping around your mouth. Despite the cruelty they gave you—it was difficult seeing them like this. The further you walked to the entrance of the Toh estate, the more gruesome each body became.
A few just being blood splattered against the floor.
“(Name).”
You shrieked, feeling a hand grasp your leg. It wasn’t someone you knew but her eyes were filled with fear. Blood trickled down her face.
“Run…. For your own sake.” She whispered.
Your eyes trailed over her body before you backed away.
The lower half of her body was gone.
Her arm fell down as her eyes closed.
You needed to run. If people as powerful as your clan were dropping like flies, you’d be killed immediately if this thing came to see you.
You began to run. Ignoring the bodies you had to jump or step over. You kept your eyes straight ahead. The Wakizashi tight in your grip. You hoped and prayed you would make it out free.
“Sukuna, is there any you want for dinner later?”
A horrid gasp left your body as you skid to a stop.
Your dad’s head hung from the grasp of a person. They were dressed in a kimono, short white hair. They held your father’s head up to a… thing behind them. The thing took your father’s head and examined it before tossing it aside.
“Not that one. Look for another.”
Its voice shook your body. The two of them were speaking as if they were looking at meat. Did they eat humans? But the white haired one looked like a human. You didn’t get the chance to think further when they suddenly turned over to you.
“Was something there?” The white haired one asked.
They saw nothing. The spot you once stood was empty, the only sight being corpses. They turned over to the thing, Sukuna.
“Go look for acceptable meat, Uraume.”
“Yes, Sukuna.”
Uraume began to move a few of the bodies about, looking for one that was acceptable for Sukuna. Sukuna hummed, cracking his neck as he looked around. His staggering form covered in blood. He stared in the direction of where you once stood.
You kept silent, staring right back at him. You had hastily summoned your curse technique, making yourself invisible to the naked eye. Your curse technique allowed you to hide in the shadows and even manipulate your own to hide yourself.
But it wasn’t strong, you could never hold it for longer than five minutes. And you haven’t eaten all day, you were weak. Hiding yourself physically didn’t hide any noises you made. So you clamped your lips shut, trying to not breathe, hoping he’d look away.
If you moved, he’d surely hear your footsteps, especially with how quiet it was. Your knuckles turned white as you clamped tightly at your Wakizashi.
Unable to hold it any longer, you let out a soft huff, pulling in as many air as possible.
But that was enough for Sukuna.
A large puff of air attacked you as you lost control of your technique, suddenly becoming visible. You collapsed to the ground, crying out in shock as you stared up at Sukuna.
He was large. Four arms and two faces. His eyes narrowed at you, glancing over you as he began to smirk. Blood covered his body. You knew your father and mother’s blood was mixed in there.
“How could I have missed you? You puny little thing.” He reached over to grab your hair but it went right through your body. Sukuna huffed, slightly confused on what just happened.
Your other ability, besides just becoming one with shadows, was the short ability to make your body unable to be touched. Sukuna pulled back clamping his fist before thrusting it into your chest.
It went through, but he didn’t kill you. Sukuna pulled his arm away, his head tilting. He didn’t look angry, on the contrary. He looked amused.
You quickly pulled the sheath off your Wakizashi and stood up on shaky legs. You had never fought. Never even used the Wakizashi against a real opponent besides a tree.
Sukuna chuckled. “Do your best.” He said, grinning. It was no encouragement. He didn’t even move into a fighting stance. Just from a look at you, he knew he was going to win.
“Domain Expansion: Moonlight Paradise.”
Dark matter spilled out from the ground as it formed into an orb around you and Sukuna. Your domain wasn’t strong. It wasn’t anything that helped you win fights.
It was a paradise.
A crescent moon shined, adding light to the otherwise dark domain. Spider lilies grew from the ground, surrounding you like a barrier of protection. A large sakura tree sprouted from the ground, growing tall as it quickly blossomed.
You shivered as you looked up at Sukuna. A feeling of bile filled your throat as you doubled over and coughed out blood. Sukuna looked at you with disgust, the hell was this?
“Is this your best?” He asked, stepping over to you. He was hoping for some sort of fight. But this was all you had to offer? A piss poor attempt at a domain.
You held out your Wakizashi, handing the hilt to Sukuna.
“If… die…” You winced, unsure of how to explain yourself. You weren’t taught to speak. Not after your whipping at age 9. And with everyone no longer speaking to you, you hadn’t spoken in years. Your voice was hoarse, struggling to work after years of being dormant.
You made the effort to write and read. But you stopped speaking. You hated your voice. This female voice that wasn’t yours.
Even now, just hearing your voice made you angry.
It’s a shame you were going to die with this voice.
“If…I…must die…You…willdo..bymy…Wakizashi.”
“Boku?” Sukuna muttered, staring at you. His eyes roamed your body. You weren’t a man. Not by the sight of your ample chest. You were wearing a female kimono. But your hair was cut short by a blade, judging by the jagged ends.
“Boku!” You screamed, glaring at him. You weren’t going to die being misgendered. You were going to die with the pride of being a male.
Sukuna grabbed the Wakizashi. It was small in his large hand. He lazily spun it around, making you slightly worried that he’d break it.
“You call yourself a man but you give up so easily?” He tossed the Wakizashi to your feet. “Pick it up. You have a technique, use it.”
You bent down, picking it up. “Nouse…strongerthan… me.” You could tell he had a bit of trouble understanding you, but you didn’t care. You just wanted your death to be over with.
“Why the domain?”
“diein…pretty…place..”
Sukuna glanced around. Your domain seemed to be just for aesthetic. There wasn’t any hint of anything else brewing inside. Nothing that was waiting to attack him. You really seemed set on dying without a fight.
You knew your place quite well.
He liked that.
“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”
Your own peaceful domain was torn to shreds as red covered the sky. A large Buddhist shrine grew out of the ground behind Sukuna. Skulls decorated it. It looked to be human skulls. The ground beneath you became dark water.
But your spider lilies stayed alive. The crescent moon still shining down on you.
Sukuna sat down on his throne, his leg resting against the arm. He stared down at you, his eyes roaming you from his new position over you.
The Sakura tree died, disappearing like a puff of smoke. You collapsed to the floor and coughed heavily, the toll of opening your domain already affecting your body.
“Are you from the Toh?” He suddenly asked.
You mutely nodded.
“Look at me when I speak to you.”
You glanced up, trying to ignore the growing pit of fear in your belly. He smirked, leaning forward. One of his hands resting on his knee. The other holding up his chin.
“I find you interesting. I’ll allow you to live, as my shrine keeper. Once I’m bored, I’ll kill you.”
“inmy…domain..?”
“If that’s what you desire.”
Despite the voices in your head tell you to not accept, you nodded. You knew at most, this curse would only let you live for a day or two before he kills you. At the very least, you’d get to enjoy Earth’s beauty in the fullest.
ཆི❤︎ཆྀ
“You’re filthy.”
A basin of water poured over your head as you shivered outside, fully nude. Your arms tightened around your chest as you were soaked twice before a rag began to rub against your body.
It was Uraume. They weren’t impressed that Sukuna had chosen to keep you alive. You were weak, what did Sukuna gain from keeping you?
But Uraume didn’t question it. They knew their limitations.
“When was the last time you bathed?”
You winced, being roughly manhandled to face Uraume as they kneeled down, scrubbing between your legs.
“River…bathein..River.”
Uraume hummed. Their hand trailed upward, unabashedly scrubbing your pussy before moving to your ass. “What’s your technique? Or were you not blessed with one?”
“Shadows.”
“How does it work?”
You bit your lip, unable to stop the slight giggle when Uraume moved up to your ribcage. They stopped for a second, believing they had hurt you until you gave a slight smile. They huffed and continued on, making sure no part of your body was left untouched.
With the moonlight shining down on you, you glanced down at Uraume’s shadow. You reached out and gently poked the shadow’s cheek. Uraume stopped, looking up at you with wide eyes.
You couldn’t help but grin. You grabbed the shadow’s hair, twirling a strand. A strand of Uraume’s hair began to twirl as if a finger was doing it. But there was nothing holding it up.
“You can manipulate shadows?”
“Mhn…justtouch.” You slurred. “Can’t…domuch…wasn’t…taught.”
You stepped away, shyly smiling as you slowly disappeared into your own shadow. Uraume hummed, nodding themselves as they watched you come back up.
“Can’t…hidefor…long. Noise…canbe…heard.”
“Do you have no offense attack?”
You shook your head. “Touch…couldbe…offensive…buti…can’t… can’t handle…weapons..too…weak.”
“I don’t believe that. Every curse can be offensive. You simply wasn’t trained properly.” Uraume walked over, grabbing the basin filled with water. They brought over your head and dumped it, ignoring your slight shriek at the cold water.
“It won’t matter now. Sukuna more than likely won’t let you live longer than a day. It’s a shame.” They draped a small towel over your body. “Use this to dry off. I’ll retrieve your clothing.”
As you dried off, you thought about what they said.
Was that true?
Could you use your technique for offense?
It made sense. You were never taught to try as you had quickly mastered hiding first. And then the whole problem of your stunts of being a male, it’s no wonder you stuck to defense.
It was the only way you could protect yourself from such hatred.
It didn’t matter now though. You were going to die in a day, anyway.
ཆི❤︎ཆྀ
It’s been months.
It’s been months and you were still alive.
It was shocking. After the first day, you were so sure you were going to die. But Sukuna didn’t even pay attention to you. He walked right past you. He hardly talks to you at all.
You stuck to cleaning his shrine, most of the time.
Even Uraume seemed surprised you even made it to a week. But soon, they started to treat you… decently? They showed you how to cook certain meals and if they were up to it, taught you ways to use your curse technique in an offensive manner.
“Speak slowly.” Uraume said, sitting across from you in the small room. You and Uraume lived in a small minka, just a few feet away from Sukuna’s shrine. He seemed to have two shrines, one in his domain and the other here.
You sighed, nodding your head. Uraume would sometimes hold speaking lessons. They had gotten tired of having to listen to your almost incoherent way of speech.
“I…wield…theknife—”
“—The. Knife.”
“The…Knife…”
“Continue.”
“The…Knife…to…cut…meat.”
“Good enough. Go bathe.”
You nod, grabbing your Wakizashi and walking outside. Since the minka was small, the shower area was just outside the home. Your robes pooled around your feet as you filled in the basin, yawning to yourself.
“You’re still here?”
A chill rushes up your spine as you look back, gasping in shock. It was Sukuna. He stood only a few feet away from you, his eyes trailing down your nude body. You blush, using your hands to cover your crotch and chest from his gaze.
“whatdo…you..mean..? Why…wouldi..leave?”
Sukuna smirked. “You have no sense of free will. You had multiple attempts to run away. Uraume can’t sense you when you use your technique. Yet you’re still here.” He walks over to you, kneeling down to your level. You gulp, wondering if this is the moment of your demise.
His hand reaches out, coming into close contact with your face.
Your eyes clamp shut, leaning away.
But he doesn’t hurt you.
You feel a hand squeeze your right breast. You open one eye and look down. Sukuna’s hand squeezes your breast as he hummed in satisfaction.
“It’s soft.” He said.
“Mngh?!” You shriek, unable to really move in fear he’d tear you in two.
Two of his hands grasp both of your legs, spreading them open as you cry out. You were practically manhandled, spread open for his eyes to see. Your hands flung to his chest, embarrassment filling your chest as you tried to calm down your heavy breathing.
“If you wish to keep living, become useful to me.”
“Useful…?”
“I already have a cook. I need pleasure in other ways.”
A feather like touch teased your cunt. You gasped, looking down to see his one free hand slightly teasing your cunt. You’ve never touched yourself down there. It felt odd. You didn’t understand how this could give him any sort of pleasure.
Sukuna seemed to notice your confusion as he chuckled lightly, manhandling you to rest on your back, legs still held up high.
“I will simply train you to handle me.” Two fingers sinked into your tight heat. You felt your body thrash against his hold, believing he was somehow killing you. It felt strange. So strange to have something inside you.
Was this apart of his technique?
Would you explode if he curled his finger?!
Sukuna chuckled, enjoying your fearful expression. “Relax. Pleasure will soon consume you.” The fingers began to slowly move in and out, rubbing against your wet walls. You gasped, toes slightly curled as something weird began to burrow in your belly.
His thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to cry out. That seemed to be your weakness. For the next few minutes, he slowly teased your cunt open, occasionally rubbing your clit. Your body stopped thrashing but you couldn’t help but arch your back, biting your lip as screams threatened to live your throat.
“eeeeh…pee..pee..!” You cried out, tears welling in your eyes. Sukuna’s fingers didn’t stop, instead they continued. Even as you continued to cry that you were about to piss, Sukuna only laughed.
Your cunt clamped tightly around his fingers as you felt your body spasm. A moan left your throat as something washed over you. You felt…good?
What was this? Why did you feel so sleepy?
With what little strength you had left, you grabbed your Wakizashi and held it against his chest, glaring up at him. Sukuna released your legs and grabbed your hand, simply having to squeeze it to have you release the Wakizashi.
You felt too sluggish to actually put up a fight.
“You orgasm but still have the energy to use a weapon.” He laughed to himself. “You truly are interesting.”
He stood up and walked away, leaving you on the floor, legs spread open.
Just…. What the fuck was that?
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Orgasm.
It was an orgasm.
And Sukuna had been giving it to you constantly.
He appeared more frequently at the minka. He grabbed you whenever he pleased, even if Uraume was in the area. Spreading your thighs as he fingered your heat. He would sometimes squeeze your breasts, always commenting that it was his favorite body part of yours.
You were even forbidden from wearing underwear.
Easy access, apparently.
Uraume didn’t seem to comment or care about this new development. They simply helped you bathe whenever you were too tired. You still had your occasional lesson on speech and offense but you weren’t making much progress.
But somehow, the crazy murder, Uraume was encouraging. Believing it was just difficult for you to let go of old habits, especially in speech. You still couldn’t believe that they were a ruthless killer by how nicely they treated you.
It had been close to a year now.
You still thought about your clan. The massacre that happened right in front of you. But you couldn’t mourn them. Not after how they treated you. Such cruelty.
Sukuna and Uraume treated you like a male.
How could monsters treat you so well but not your own family?
There were days Uraume and Sukuna were gone. Those days you knew they were killing some other clan. Killing any sorcerers that dared stumble onto their path. But you never ran away.
Despite the amount of times you could.
You just never did.
Your fingers traced against Sukuna’s shrine, making sure there was no dust collecting on it. This was one of the rare occasions you were in his domain. But there were other sorcerers here—they were on their knees, pleading for their life.
You didn’t look at them at all, not wanting to be reminded of their humanity. To be reminded that Sukuna was a ruthless killer. That you were lucky you could stand near him and not fear death.
“(Name).”
You glanced up, looking over to see Sukuna motion for you to come over. Your bare feet pattered against the dark water as you went over to him, standing up straight as you waited for whatever he could want.
“Sit.”
When you moved to kneel, Sukuna grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap. You cried out, feeling your body freeze at the sudden closeness. You’ve never been so close to him. Being able to feel his breathing. The slow swell of his chest.
He began speaking to the sorcerers again but you didn’t pay attention. Hypnotized by this new position. Your hand slowly rested against his chest, your head leaning on his shoulder. You looked so small against him.
You couldn’t help but sniff the air, wondering if he had a scent.
He didn’t.
You stayed on his lap for a moment, wondering if he had just wanted you to cuddle him but you felt something twitching against your crotch. It was thick. Being strained by his robes. You wondered if it was just his knee but it kept twitching.
It was strange. It pressed against your cunt, earning a whimper from you. You had gotten so sensitive down there, easily orgasming when Sukuna touched you.
There was a tug at your robes as it was pulled down, causing you to gasp. Your breasts plopped out but you quickly covered them. It was luck that you had your back facing the sorcerers. Though they seemed to have stopped talking—only their soft whimpering and cries heard.
Sukuna didn’t say a word as he pulled open his own robe, two cocks springing free. You stared at it in shock. You’d never seen anything like it. It’d been years since you saw male genitalia. Did all males have two? That seemed a bit much.
You were glad you didn’t have any. It looked to be a pain to have to walk with something so huge between your legs. They pressed against your pussy—teasing your entrance. You backed away a little, only to have Sukuna grip your waist with his two lower hands.
“I trained you for this.” He simply said before turning his attention back to the pitiful sorcerers.
Training?
That training was for this?
Is that even safe?
You felt nervous. That… thing was supposed to go inside you? It wouldn’t kill you? You slowly sat up, hesitantly hovering over his cocks. The thought of putting two in so quickly, you didn’t think you could handle it. So you settled for one at a time.
The bottom cock slowly nestled inside your cunt as you eased it inside. It wasn’t painful but you didn’t like the feeling. It was odd, different than Sukuna’s fingers. His hands squeezed your waist once you finally bottomed out.
You glanced up, seeing his eyebrow raised. It was easy to tell that he was amused you could only fit one. You pouted, burying your face in his chest. He couldn’t blame you. You didn’t even know cocks could go inside a person! How could you fit two in the first try.
His second cock rested against your tummy. It looked a bit dejected. You kinda felt bad.
Sukuna and the sorcerers continued their conversation. You couldn’t pay it much attention. Your pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Your fingers clutched at his robe as you took deep breaths, beginning to feel weird with the thick cock spreading you full.
The sound of someone screaming caught your attention, but when you made the effort to turn around, Sukuna kept you still. He pushed you to rest against his chest, face smushed against his shoulder.
Someone was killed.
It was silent for a few more minutes before the remaining sorcerers began to speak about festivals they would hold in Sukuna’s honor. Sukuna’s cock twitched inside you. Huh, he must find that arousing.
Your eyes fluttered, sleep almost taking you over until Sukuna’s hands tightened around your waist. You felt your body be lift up until he slammed you back down. Your back arched as you screamed out.
The pain of the sudden movement somehow made you feel good. He bounced you on his cock as if you were nothing but a plaything. His grunts filling the domain. You were so happy he couldn’t see the sorcerers eyes on you, watching as you were used by the King of Curses for his own personal pleasure.
The thought of anyone in your clan knowing too brought fear inside your heart.
Any sort of pleasure you were feeling left. Your eyes fluttered closed as you just allowed Sukuna to take whatever he pleased. The reality of your situation had hit. You were nothing.
A toy for Sukuna.
Pitiful.
You were fucking pitiful.
Something warm erupted inside your heat, coating your walls. You let out a shuddered gasp, unable to ignore the small amount of pleasure that brought you. There was something white coating your tummy from his second cock.
Was this sperm?
It didn’t matter.
You couldn’t live like this anymore.
You proved your father right.
You were only good for one thing.
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Wakizashi.
The Wakizashi was smaller than a katana, bigger than a dagger. A weapon civilians could carry around safely.
A weapon many used in suicide.
It was midnight. The moon shining down at you. You stood deep in the forest, bare feet touching the soft grass. You always loved the beauty of nature. The one thing that couldn’t be tainted.
You wore the female kimono you were forced to wear in the Toh. Despite the trauma, you still held the kimono close to you. It was made by your mother.
Your Wakizashi was held tightly in your hand. Its sharp blade glistening in the pale moonlight. You slowly widen your stance, arms gently moving into position as you whispered those faithful words.
“Domain Expansion: Midnight Paradise.”
The paradise soon engulfed you. The familiar spider lilies blooming around you. Sakura petals fluttering from the makeshift sky. It was peaceful.
The ground, however, was dark water.
You’d never done that before. Sukuna must’ve rubbed off on you. A bitter laugh left you. You really allowed a curse to take you—allowing it to plant itself into your heart.
The Wakizashi felt heavy in your grip. Even as you placed the blade against your neck, your hand shook. It rattled in your hand as tears streamed down your face. You didn’t even know why you were hesitating. Sukuna didn’t like you.
He used you for pleasure—he said it himself.
You were simply doing him a favor.
Your grip tightened as you sighed. It would be okay. This is what you always wanted.
Maybe, you’ll be born to a happy family.
The blade cut clean through your throat, blood oozing out. You dropped the Wakizashi as you collapsed. Your eyes fluttered closed as you accepted your death.
Only for you to realize you weren’t bleeding anymore.
You reached up and touched your throat, feeling a scaring instead of the open wound. It… healed?!
“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”
“You humans are amusing.” The calming paradise bursts—Sukuna’s shrine appearing in front of you. The spider lilies stayed, curling around you as if it was comforting you. “You seem to have forgotten you belong to me.”
Sukuna appeared on the throne, staring you down with a glare. “I choose when you die. I will grant you the freedom of death. Now, come here.”
You slowly sat up, staring at him in shock. You had so many questions. How? Why? What did he do to make you live?
“Come here. Now.” He said, his tone stern. You stood up on shaky legs, slowly walking over to him. His body seemed larger than before. His eyes narrowing at every movement you took.
Sukuna grabbed your kimono as soon as you were close enough and tore it open. It ripped to shreds, falling to your feet in minutes. You held back your tears, keeping your eyes on the ground.
“(Name), you will look me in the eye when I speak to you.”
You glanced up, feeling your body hiccup as your tears began to flow. Sukuna simply stared at you, his eyes roaming your nude body. He stood up and gripped your face, moving your face upwards.
You expected anger. His cruelty to show for your actions. But his thumb gently traced the scaring across your face. It was from the whipping back then. It was jaggeder, covering your left eye to your right cheek. It was pure luck that you could even see from that eye.
“This body,” his hands trail down to your throat, tracing your new scar across your throat, “isn’t yours anymore. It’s mine. If you wish to die so badly it’ll be my hands.”
His grip tightened, causing you to gasp, your hands clutching at his arm. He stared you down, eyes showing no sign of any heart. But he didn’t strangle you. He moved down, grasping your right breast.
“Humans are insignificant. You should be grateful that I keep you alive. Your only purpose is to please me.” He pushed you into the ground as you gasped out, staring up at him as he kneeled down, tearing off his own robes.
You parted your legs, not even attempting to fight back. But you didn’t want to fight back. You wanted him.
Sukuna smirked. “Some man you are. Whoring yourself so easily.”
“itsokay…becauseits…Sukuna…” You whispered, giving him a soft smile through your tears. Sukuna froze for a moment, staring down at you as he grunted in anger. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you close, rubbing his cocks against your pussy.
“You know your place now?”
“Mmmmh. Sukuna’s…”
Sukuna chuckled, his lips slightly tugging into a smile. It was odd. You felt safe in his presence. The dark thoughts swirling in your brain felt like nonsense when you were near him. But you didn’t know why.
It felt counterintuitive to feel safe in the arms of a man that committed a massacre.
His degradation felt like care. He used a technique to save you.
He must care about you.
Even if the way he showed it was cruel.
Perhaps you weren’t mentally sane.
More than likely.
You reached over, grasping two of Sukuna’s hands and bringing it to your breasts. He easily squeezed them both, pulling at your nipples. A shuddered breath left your lips as you whimpered.
“You must be punished—for damaging my possession.” You feel his cocks teasing your pussy. There was no getting out of it. You’ll be taking both at the same time.
Slowly, inch by inch, his two cocks sinked into your pussy. It was painful—nothing you could have ever imagine. Your breathing shuddered, hands gripping at his shoulder for some form of relief.
How could anyone like this?
Two of his hands gripped your breasts while the other two held your waist down, keeping you still. You wanted to thrash around, pull away due to the pain but he was too strong. But even though it was so painful, your cunt clenched around his cocks.
Your hands moved downwards, tracing his abs as you giggled to yourself. Being so close to him, you could finally take a good look at him.
The black markings all over his body. The second face. His four large arms.
He looked better in the moonlight.
Your hand moved away from his chest, reaching over to grab your Wakizashi. With a swiftness, one of Sukuna’s hands grabbed your wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Wakizashi.”
You managed to pull your wrist away and grab the Wakizashi. You used your other hand to grab one of his and place it over the other gripping the Wakizashi. Sukuna’s eyes stayed on you, his eyebrows raising as he watched you with curiosity.
“Myheart…and….Wakizashi…belongto…Sukuna…Ryomen.”
A childish grin spread on your lips as you leaned up and gently kissed Sukuna’s hand that gripped yours. You looked up, unsure if Sukuna understood you. He seemed to have trouble understanding your form of speech.
But the look he gave you was scary. It was as if he was angry but also… lustful?
He released his grip on your hand and reached up, grabbing the back of your head as he smashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widen, your hand releasing the Wakizashi. It clattered onto the floor before being pushed away by Sukuna.
You didn’t know curses could kiss.
You never thought a curse would be your first kiss.
But you eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He manhandled you to lay back down your back as two hands lifted your legs. You almost forgot all about his cocks inside of you.
His hips moved back before slamming forward, causing your body to jostle from the force. You screamed out, nails beginning to claw at his back as he took you.
The sounds of skin slapping and your stuttered moaning filled the domain. Sukuna’s cocks stretched you full, reaching so deep inside you worried he’d spilt you open. You glanced down, seeing the soft tell sign of something bulging against your stomach.
From the inside…
Was that his cock?
Curses were insane.
It didn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm, your cunt clamping tightly around his cocks. But he didn’t let up, using you like a sex toy. Though it didn’t bother you this time—you liked it.
Sukuna’s hips slammed into you as the warm sperm began to coat your inner walls. That was fast.
You glanced up at Sukuna to see him looking away, as if he was also shocked he came that fast. A cocky grin appeared on your lips as you giggled, pressing kisses on Sukuna’s cheek.
“Wasi…thatgood?” You asked, looking up at him with eyes that resembled a puppy. Sukuna didn’t answer, simply pulling away from you despite your whines.
“I’m hungry. Go tell Uraume to cook me a meal.” Sukuna bluntly said, standing up as he slipped back into his robes. You simply wrapped an arm around your chest and clamped your legs closed for decency.
You reached over to grab your Wakizashi when it was quickly taken from you. Your eyes nervously turned over to Sukuna, watching as he lazily flipped the weapon before hiding it in his robe.
“Uhm….my…”
He smirked, “did you not say that it belongs to me now?”
You frowned. Well now you regretted that.
“You’ll earn it once you learn your place. Now go.” His eyes trailed down to the new scar on your throat. You could never tell what Sukuna was feeling but you could’ve sworn he seemed… upset at the sight. But his face quickly became neutral as he walked back to his shrine, sitting down and getting comfortable.
Your fingers gently traced the scaring on your throat. You’ve never seen the technique Sukuna used. It wasn’t something anyone taught you. But it must’ve been a strong one.
And he used it to save you.
Was that….
Love?
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You haven’t gotten your Wakizashi back.
Sukuna would occasionally taunt you with it, threatening to snap it in half. But he never did. He seemed to enjoy your panicked responses.
He kept it close though. It was always tucked inside his robe. You wondered if he ever used it when he went on his sorcerer killing sprees. Not that he’d ever need to. He could kill towns in minutes.
But it felt nice to have him hold it.
Your speech was still terrible. Uraume was the only person who could understand you, especially when you spoke longer sentences.
“Andi…sawthe…bunnyrush…awaytothe…burrow..! Butigrabbed…thecarrots…itstole!”
“You should’ve killed the bunny.” Uraume responded, handing you a bowl of miso soup. They gave Sukuna a plate that looked to be human meat. You had gotten used to ignoring the smell.
Sukuna stared at you from across the table. “The bunny ran where?”
“Theburrow.”
“Uraume, I thought you were teaching him to speak clearly,” Sukuna said. Uraume shrugged as they sat down beside you.
“Teaching takes time. (Name) is twenty two, it’s harder to change habits by this age.”
It practically became a habit for you to constantly repeat yourself when speaking to Sukuna. Other times he’d tell you to stop speaking. He was still rude and a bit cruel.
But he certainly changed. Judging by the fact he’d occasionally kiss you. Though it wasn’t soft and romantic kisses. Most kisses would leave you breathless with bruised lips.
He still took you whenever he pleased. Having you ride him in front of people. That was still embarrassing. But you learned to live with it.
You were sitting outside, the moon shining down at you as you slowly weaved a bracelet with flower stems. There were three others scattered beside you, dawned with small chrysanthemums decorating them.
The thin robe you wore hardly covered you properly causing you to shiver at a particular rush of cool breeze. You grinned, holding the finished bracelet in triumph. They were larger than your wrists, having been made as large as possible.
As you grabbed the other three, two hands grasped your breasts, harshly squeezing them. You gasped, almost dropping the bracelets as you looked back to see Sukuna. He used his other two hands to lift you up, just as his domain opened around you both.
He sat at his shrine, settling you onto his lap. His hands pulled your robe off as you clutched the bracelets tightly, making sure to not accidentally drop them.
One of his hands trailed between your legs, easily teasing your pussy. You shivered, resting your head on his chest as he slowly teased you open. His large fingers slipped inside your cunt, stretching you out.
“Sukuna…” You mewled. “Gotyoupresent…”
You felt the loud reverberation of his grunt through his chest. It was somehow comforting that he had such human bodily autonomy. Your hands slowly opened, holding them up for him to see. Four brackets with red and white chrysanthemums in the center of the flower stems.
Sukuna grabbed one of them, examining it as his finger continued to stretch you open. He chuckled slightly, placing it back into your palms.
“I don’t need gifts from you.” He said, earning a frown from you. Your lips parted as you tried to argue back only for him to lean down and nip at your lips, kissing you with as much softness as he could possibly muster.
“I already own you.”
Your breathing hitched, staring up at him in shock. You eagerly kissed him back—moaning as he began to feverishly finger you open.
“Takeme…please.” You whispered, placing the brackets onto the ground as you moved to properly straddle him. Your hand pulled his robe open, allowing his cock to freely press against your thigh.
You shyly grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Useme…Sukuna Ryomen.”
Sukuna smirked, two of his hands instantly gripping your hips. “You don’t get to complain later.” He said before slamming you down onto his cock. You screamed out, the painful stretch bringing you a pleasure that you had learned to love.
He bounced you up and down on his cock with reckless abandon. Your sweet, high pitched cries being music to his ears. The sight of you was intoxicating. Your breasts bouncing in tandem with his thrusts—your cunt clenching around his cocks like a vice.
And to think… he was going to kill you that day.
He would’ve missed out on such great pussy.
Whatever he felt for you, he wasn’t sure. But what he did know was that he loved fucking you.
His hand reached down, kneading your ass. He leaned over and began to suckle on one of your nipples, earning a whine from you. You would always end up cumming more than twice, the least.
His name left your lips like a prayer, your nails digging into his shoulder as you wailed out.
You reached your first orgasm in minutes. He could always tell whenever you did. Your nose would scrunch up, lips curling into a frown, as your body began to stiffen. Your cunt would always tighten as well, practically begging him to fuck his cum into you.
The effect you had on him was different. He could last longer with random woman he found but with you… He always found himself releasing faster.
He bit down on your nipple, causing you to shriek at the pain. Despite the cries and whimpers you gave whenever he would intentionally hurt you. Twist a nipple too hard. Spank your ass a bit too red. You would always come back for more.
Fuck… just what have you done to him?
He pulled away from your breasts and pulled you closer, claiming your lips with anger. You helplessly kissed back—unable to really take any sort of control in the kiss.
You pulled away from the kiss to breathe, hiccuping as you nuzzled your face into his neck. He continued to bounce you on his cocks, getting you closer to your second orgasm.
It was unreal. To be so connected to a curse. The King of Curses no less.
You felt the quick swelling of his cocks, indicating he was about to cum. Your cunt tightened as much as it could, earning an animalistic grunt. He began to use you with no regard whatsoever to the bruising his grip left on your body.
He slammed into you just as his cocks began to cum deep inside you. You pulled him close to give him a kiss, reaching your own orgasm.
You didn’t know if what you felt for Sukuna was love. But you certainly didn’t want to live without him.
It’s a shame this would be the last day you saw him.
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It was interesting to see Japan grow so much.
You didn't know that you would’ve been alive for so long. To not age at all. It was a blessing and a curse. You certainly stopped getting to know people, tired of seeing them grow old in age or even die by unfortunate events.
You would occasionally see how the sorcerers were doing. But you never got close—knowing you were technically a betrayer. Uraume was still with you though they would occasionally disappear to meet a man named Kenjaku.
Other curses still disgusted you so you never made any effort to speak to them like Uraume did. They kept speaking as if they could bring back Sukuna but you didn’t really believe it.
No, it was more so you didn’t think it would be a great idea. You’d lived longer than you’d been with Sukuna at this point. And while you still love him, you knew deep down humans were doomed if he were to come back.
The soft breeze gently flew past as you sat in the woods. Moonlight shining down on you as you moved to lay down.
Something felt off, but you had pushed the feeling away. Being able to live for so long should’ve been a blessing though you would occasionally wish to die.
But you never got your Wakizashi back. You assumed Sukuna died with it.
You didn’t know if that made you feel better or not.
People were nice. Many calling you a man. It was like a dream come true.
It was like two sides fought inside of you.
The need to protect human lives.
The want to kiss and hug Sukuna.
Why couldn’t you have fallen in love with someone normal?
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“You shouldn’t come to Shibuya tonight.”
The soft hums of the television almost entirely drowned out Uraume’s voice. You looked over at them, watching as they grabbed something from the closet. Shibuya?
“I haven’t been to Shibuya in a while.” You said, glancing back at the tv. Your style of speech was more coherent after centuries of practice. Though you would sometimes revert back when emotional.
“Why? Is something going to happen in Shibuya?”
Uraume simply hummed. “Could your body handle Sukuna today?”
You got up from the couch and walked over to Uraume. “Hm? Handle him?” Your hands rested against the countertop of the kitchen as you thought for a moment. “No. I haven’t had sex in centuries. I’m a virgin again.”
You giggled at your own joke while Uraume rolled their eyes.
They turned over to you, their eyes trailing over your body. “Your chest is bigger.”
You glanced down at your chest before glaring at them. “I just gained weight.”
“That’s a good thing.” They patted you on the back. “Bigger is better. I’ll be back.”
You mutely waved as Uraume left, humming to yourself. Bigger is better? You were pretty sure you had seen porn ads with that as a slogan. But there was a weird feeling your tummy. Why did Uraume suddenly ask you about Sukuna?
It been forever. Did they….
No. You pushed the thought away. You’d become a stuttering mess if Sukuna appeared in front of you.
But you were sure you’d kill him.
Just for leaving you.
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“You’re okay keeping your face like that?”
“For now. If I’m going to be fighting amongst sorcerers, it’s better to maintain this kind of appearance.”
…..
“Where is he?”
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Uraume hasn’t been back for a while now. You didn’t get too worried, they had a habit of doing so. It mainly worried you that things seemed off. A massacre happened in Shibuya.
It felt too similar to his work.
You shrugged it off, knowing just how difficult to was to reincarnate Sukuna.
But what if…
You groaned in frustration. You needed to go visit the forest. Your favorite forest was all over the place. You would always change it whenever you felt tired of another. This forest was beautiful with a large crystal blue lake.
Small baby ducks floated about while its mother watched. You sat down right next to the lake, putting your feet in it for some cool water against your skin.
The pale moonlight shunned down on you, always being a comforting blanket. It would always calm you down. Your legs slowly treaded through the water, sending small waves to the ducks.
A giggle escaped your lips as you watched the baby ducks scatter at the sudden movement.
You leaned over and stared at your reflection, gently poking it with your index finger. Soft ripples carried across the lake.
Your mind began to blank as you yawned. The ease of distractions began to push away any worry you had before. Until you felt… something was off.
The forest was silent. No more soft rustle of the wind. Crickets. Birds. Even the ducks on the water were long gone. Something was wrong.
You slipped out of the water, glancing around. You slowly stood up and tried to ignore your own wishes for your Wakizashi. You’d get through without it.
But nothing happened. It was still—nothing came out and attacked you. You shook your head, scratching at your scalp as you turned back to face the lake.
“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”
Those words.
That voice.
The familiar black water pooled your bare feet. The same shrine covered in human skulls. The memories of cleaning it. Sitting on Sukuna’s lap while he taunted helpless sorcerers.
Spider lilies began to bloom around you, forming a circle. The moon was still shining down on you. You didn’t want to turn around. In fear of just how you’d react to seeing him.
Would he look the same? Did he still like you?
Did he ever like you?
You felt young again. The young and naive (Name) rushing back in. Who couldn’t speak properly. Who couldn’t fight to save his life.
Two hands suddenly appeared from behind you and spun you around.
He was still taller than you. His markings still all over his body. But his hair was black this time. He didn’t have two arms either. You almost didn’t believe it was him until a smirk spread on his lips.
Yeah… that’s your Sukuna.
Your body felt stiff as you slowly stepped forward before leaping into his arms. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you began to wail. Your hands gripped at his body—making sure this wasn’t a dream.
He was real. He was real.
“You’ve missed me, huh?” He teased, his hand trailing downwards to grip your hips. His thumbs sinked into your skin as if he was now checking if you were real too.
“Mhm….missedsukuna…solonely…” You whined, cursing when you noticed you couldn’t speak properly anymore. Now that was just embarrassing.
You continued hugging him, leaning in as close as humanly possible. Your hands gripping at his shoulders while you buried your face in his neck.
You really did betray your clan, cuddling with the murderer.
A sudden squeeze at your breasts caught your attention. You pulled away a bit to see Sukuna squeezing both of your breasts together. He smirked, his thumbs rubbing against your nipples through the shirt.
“They’re bigger.”
You glared at him. “Stopit. Youcanttouch…meuntil…iget…Wakizashi!” Sukuna rolled his eyes but complied, pulling away as he reached into his robes. Slowly, he pulled out your Wakizashi. Its gold sheath somehow still shining proudly.
Your hands practically snatched it away from him as you held it in the air, letting the moonlight shine down on it.
As beautiful as you remembered.
It looked recently cleaned. You glanced back at Sukuna, biting your lip. He kept it safe. He kept your Wakizashi safe.
Which meant…
He kept your heart safe.
“Do I get a reward for keeping that pathetic excuse of a weapon safe?” Sukuna asked, crossing his arms across his chest. Despite his words, you knew he took its protection seriously.
You mutely nodded. “Didn’t….sleepwith…anyone. Not since…youwere…gone.” You slowly placed the weapon on the floor as you stepped over to Sukuna.
“Kept myself just for you.” You managed to say before looking down in embarrassment. “Istill…belong…to…sukunaryomen.”
A grip on your chin caused you to flinch as he forced you to look up at him. Sukuna stared down at you, his eyes roaming your face. The same whip scaring on your face almost gone in its entirety. The scar on your neck completely faded.
“I see I have to remind you of the rules.” He said, forcefully tutting your head around as he continued to look at you. “Let’s sey that cunt of yours can handle me.”
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You missed this. His fingers thrusting into your pussy as he stretched you. Roughly kneading your breast with his free hand. It was weird being only touched by two hands—you couldn’t wait until he got his normal body.
Your back arched, soft mewls leaving your lips. You were fully nude, sat atop of Sukuna’s lap as he sat on his throne. Your cunt was tight. You really haven’t touched yourself ever since Sukuna left.
“Were you waiting for me?” Sukuna suddenly asked, his thumb teasing your clit as you whimpered. “Waiting to be used as my whore again?”
“Nghhh…”
“I was waiting to fuck this pussy again.” He slowly spread your pussy open. “Squeezing your tits. All I had was that fucking Wakizashi of yours.” He muttered bitterly, slamming his fingers deep into your cunt. You cried out, your hips moving upward as you tried to catch your breath.
He didn’t care that it had been centuries since you had sex. He seemed to enjoy that you were so loyal to him that you practiced celibacy.
“You’re lucky I need to feel your pussy around my cock—you deserve a punishment for not fulfilling your duties.” He pulled open his robe, his cock springing out. Your shuddered, feeling it rub against your pussy.
“What…duties…?” You whispered.
Sukuna harshly squeezed your breast, pulling at the nipple. You cried out in pain—your body squirming in his grip as his cock began teasing your pussy.
“You must’ve forgotten your place.” He whispered into your ear. “No matter, I’ll remind you of it.”
His cock slammed into your pussy, ignoring your scream of pain. He was harsh and unforgiving. Your body spasmed as it tried to get used to the harsh thrusting. It’d been so long, you already felt yourself feel close to an orgasm.
Sukuna’s hands gripped your thighs, pulling them upward as he thrusted into your tight cunt. The sound of skin slapping and your stuttered moaning filled the domain.
Despite the pain, you couldn’t help the slight smile on your lips. You missed being used like a toy for his pleasure. A groan left you as your pussy clenched around his cock. Even as you orgasmed, Sukuna didn’t let you, using you to reach his own.
You felt his cock suddenly pulsate in you as warm cum filled your insides. A shuddered moan left your lips. You almost forgot just how warm sperm could be.
But you began to feel yourself being moved up and down. His hands moved to grip your waist, easily bouncing you on his cock. The overstimulation instantly caused you discomfort but your whines fell on deaf ears.
“I’ve been without your cunt for centuries.” He said, grunting as you clenched around his cock. Your hands gripped at his thighs. You couldn’t hold back your moans, they were on the verge of screams. It was so much for what was essentially your first time.
Sukuna grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, smashing his lips into yours. You eagerly kissed back. The kiss reminded you of all the past ones. The bites on your lips. The feeling as if he was stealing your breath away.
As you pulled away, he gave you a lustful smirk.
“I intend to make up for lost time.”
You weren’t going to be able to walk for years.
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wowowo….my first fic at 10k words…. Jesus! I hope I did Sukuna justice <3
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Your only and most devoted.
Heian era!Ryomen Sukuna x Male!Reader
A/N: Potentially abusive relationship, There is a slight mischaracterization of the character, but nothing much beyond that. The reading can be interpreted as 16+, although it is not a smut. Can be read as ftm!reader. Don't date someone like Sukuna ☠️.
Summary: Having a relationship with Ryomen Sukuna is crazy, everyone knows that. But, it's generally agreed that [Name] is crazy enough for that. The human man clearly has no sense of danger, or just loves the feeling of being grabbed and squeezed by the ancient sorcerer.
Another massacre was completed, and [Name] happily returned to the place where Ryomen Sukuna lives. With it, several bodies were also carried without much difficulty. Of course, all these dead human bodies would be given as food. That was the man's job, to do whatever Sukuna told him to do.
It is curious to think that he is the only being who came close to Sukuna and lived peacefully to tell the story... But it does not matter. The king of curses' right-hand man soon arrives at his destination, and once he does, he hands the bodies over to Uraume to cook.
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[Name] kneels. It's him... He deserves absolute respect, and of course [Name] will do that.
"O great Sukuna, allow me to warn you that dinner will be ready very soon." The human says, still with his head lowered. Although it is customary to do so, he preferred to be on Sukuna's lap...
The man in front of him lets out a brief laugh, he needs to say; finds it pathetic to see [Name] kneeling. Maybe because he knows the human would rather be somewhere else right now, like in his lap, or because he remembers some moments when [Name] was in that exact position, but looking up at him...
"... Come here quickly, don't make me wait." He knew how to read [Name]'s mind so well.
It doesn't take long for [Name] to be on the other man's lap. Sukuna's hands slowly roamed over his smaller body, he had that typical smile on his face, the smile that [Name] loves so much. It's that sadistic smile, of someone who knows they have someone in their hands, and that they can do whatever they want with them.
"I love you-"
"I know."
No words are said after that, it wouldn't be necessary. Sukuna always knew everything [Name] thought. The human's short hair was caressed by the king of curses, in an almost obsessive way. All of Sukuna's actions had something more... And that was another thing [Name] loved.
He likes how the king of curses kisses him, how he runs his hands over his body, and how he makes a point of showing that he is the most special. And of course he is. He is the only one who can touch the four-armed man's body, he is the only one who can feel Sukuna's warm tongue inside his mouth, the only one who will always be by his side.
This isn't a romance, it's not cute at all. It is a purely feeling of adoration, possession and obsession that only [Name] has come to have with Sukuna. He would go to hell if it meant being with Sukuna forever, he is insane and nothing can change that.
#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x male reader#sukuna x reader#sukuna#jjk sukuna#male reader#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#ftm reader
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sukuna in the new ep got me feeling a wee bit hernee
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he'd have you on his lap while one of his hand fondled with your small tits. just one hand is big enough to cover one boob. he watches closely as you try to subtly ride his thigh
hundreds of thousands of his subjects bowed before the two of you, and you were getting your body played by someone who lots of people saw as their god
3 of his arms toyed and touched every sensitive bit on your body while one of his held your jaw, making you face him as he finger fucks your tiny hole with his thick fingers. occasionally spitting in your mouth
then he'll take you to his chambers, upon coming in, multiple servants with their heads glued to the floor patiently awaits his orders.
he'll set you on the bed, then uses his extra pair of arms to hold your legs open while the other pair spreads open your hole, gaping and twitching, just for him.
he tongue fucked your hole as you let out shamelss moans while desperately trying to pull on his hair while he full on sucks your clit
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i want to bow down before him and have him step on my head.
i wanna lick his shoes clean and then make him step on my clothed cunt
i just know if you give him head he'll play with your private with his feet
i wanna lick and suck on his fingers
i wanna worship him, not just his cock, but him in general
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a/n: im trans male, the reason i put "boobs" or "tits" its cus i haven't had top surgery yet :} and i kinda do want him to play with my tiddies
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk imagines#jjk x male reader#ryomen sukuna#sukuna smut#sukuna thirst#ftm reader#m! reader#male reader#nomercyanywhereliterature
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𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒰ His . ꒱ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ
MENTIONS - Breeding, punishments), edging, stomach bulging, death of others, two cocks, stretching out, FTM!Reader, degradation(Slut, Whore, Etc.)
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"M-my lord." You whimpered out just barely being able to speak properly..he was fucking you stupid. quite literally.. You were planted down on both of his cocks as he then spoke in his usual cold unbothered tone but with a hint of desire. "What is it?" One of Sukunas many hands grasped your chin forcing you to look at him, he did that smile you loved so much. That evil grin showing off his sharp fangs. Those beautiful blood moon colored eyes piercing at you whilst him fucking you in front of his servants like there wasn't a care in the world, "please..it's sho..b..big..! I don't think I- haagh! Knghh! And they're watching it’s so..embarrassing!!.." you moaned out, He then spoke once again but glaring at you.." Let them watch, I want them to know you belong to me." He thrusted one more final time as he then stopped moving his hips having you sit on his cocks, making you feel the warmth and length of them. They were so fucking big..you didn't know how much more your little cunt could take at this point, you just wanted him to fuck and cum inside you, you squirmed and wiggled your hips around trying to feel his cocks at least move inside you.. this was torture.
He'd fuck you then stop, fuck you and stop. Right before your climax..it was so mean. But a whore like you deserves it. He smacked your cunt you then gasped out feeling his two cocks go deeper into your womb you swore he was going to tear you in half if he kept going at this rate.. but that doesn't matter, you are there to server him, satisfy his needs, he's your master. Your god. Everything, you will do something even if you don't want too, after he just wanted to help his poor little servant stut... after he caught you in your room fucking yourself dumb with a 9 inch thick dildo. "You can take it, you will take it. Now spread your legs for me, pet.." he whispered in your ear as he began to pump his hot throbbing cocks into your warm heat. You spread your legs more as you then felt two of his big hands force your legs to open even more, he was so big..at least 10 inches maybe even 12, a bulge formed on your stomach going in and out from how deep he was inside your wet cunt. He thrusted his cocks in and out at a fast pace but purposely avoiding your g-spot, he wasn't about to hit it just yet. After all you were a bad boy who needed to learn his place.
Precum slightly coating your tight gummy walls. It felt like lube but it still hurts from how much he's stretching you out with his cocks alone..he didn't prep you. Just shoved them in. After all that's what you deserve. He fucked you at such high and fast paces.the thrusts were so hard against your g-spot you were fucking melting at this point. Your sweet little moans turned into screams. Screaming his name as you bounced on his cocks..You feel every vein, every inch..all of it. His cocks were so warm inside that wet tight cunt. You loved it. He knew you did, that's why he did it. His groans were like music to your ears you just wanted him to feel good..you were just about to cum as you then moaned out, "Kuna! Oh my gawd~!.yes fuck fuck fuck... yes fuck me right there..AH! CUM IN ME~!" You were spouting that shit out like a dumb slut drunk on your masters cocks. He let out a few more harsh thrusts as he then cummed inside of you. You came along with him..both of you liquids mixing together, he kept his cocks inside your heat to his cum inside of you.
The mouth on his stomach then began lickin' up the cum off your thighs and cunt..it then licked and nibbled on your clit. You gasped in surprise..you were a mess. A slutty mess..cumming on your masters cocks like you had no shame. Your eyes then rolled to the back of your skull, your lips slowly parting open as you let out weak pathetic moans...drool came out of your mouth. Disgusting. But Sukuna didn't care, you were his after all and he didn't care what you looked like at this moment, he just knew he wanted to fuck that naughty fucking brat of his. As loyal as you were to him he still viewed you as a nasty slut who just wants his tight cunt fucked until he blacks out. That's the type of man you are for him, you convince yourself you only serve him because that's your duty, your role in life. But no.. that's not the case. You're a dirty fucking whore who wants to sit on his cocks and allow his servants to watch the both of you fuck. There are other punishments like he makes you watch him fuck and cum into other women or men, doesn't matter. He does it to make you not misbehave again. He then kills them off after though..he wouldn't really keep them alive as he wouldn't want them knowing about his little 'alone time' he had with you. He gives his servants a little show as he kills them off right after he's fucked you. that's just how he is. He claims what's his, and you're his. And he's yours. "S'much..of 'Kuna's cum..Mmph..wanna carry..your..kids."
you mumbled out to him, your head laying on his chest as your whole body was up against him. You were too weak to move as obviously you could barely form words. "Oh? You want to carry my heirs? Do you think you're good enough for that." Sukuna asked you, looking down at your limp body that slightly twitched from the cold air hitting your bare body. "... wanna try.please." you pleaded with him softly sniffling, you wanted his children even if he didn't love you like you loved him, you just wanted him so bad. "So be it.." he then leaned down a bit as he came a bit more inside you letting it all travel inside your womb..from the amount of cum he'd put inside you, you then blacked out onto him, you were out of energy to keep your eyes open or even stay awake. you'd sure be pregnant by tomorrow morning..but that's what you wanted right? To hold your masters heir.
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Sleep
Summary:You wake up to the most unexpected thing.
Type:Scenario:Fluff:Sukuna X Gn!Reader
Version:Jjk
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Your tired mind didn't fully process anything around you. You could feel the warm sun on your arm, but couldn't see it. It took a few minutes for your mind to fully process the feeling of four strong arms wrapped tightly around your body, tight enough to not be able to wiggle away, but loose enough to not crush you. In reality, the loud snores above you is what woke you up, along with the heavy breathing. Sukuna shifted as you tried to look up at him, moving onto his back while keeping you in a tight grip, making you end up laying on top of his torso.
Sukuna clearly wasn't gonna wake up any time soon. His chest rising and falling would've lulled you back to bed... if it wasn't Sukuna, you were laying on. You were on top of the king of curses, it was a good reason to be scared.
With a grunt you started trying to wiggle away from him. His arms didn't give up, tightening around you with every struggle. It took a hot minute to finally get out of his grasp, landing on bed next to him. The shift in his movements made you think he woke up, nope. With a shaky sign you slowly sat up, carefully crawling across the bed towards the door, hoping to get out before he woke up.
"Where are you going?" His raspy and tired voice caught you off guard.
Suddenly a hand grasped your ankle tugging you back to him, making you yelp. He didn't hurt you, but rather just tugged you back against his chest and wrapped his arms back around you. It shocked you so bad to turned to look at him stunned. He just stared back at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Go back to bed..." Sukuna huffed, resting his head back on the pillow to go back to bed.
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[A/N:I wanna snuggle this giant man. I hope you enjoy]
#x male reader#x reader#sukuna true form#sukuna#sukuna x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x male reader#jjk x ftm reader#jjk x gender neutral reader#jjk x you
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In school right now and I got a random imagine for Sukuna and ftm reader .
Imagine you on your knees, sucking Sukuna off. Taking as much as you can in your mouth without choking; you’re not one of those people who don’t have a gag reflex and can just take dick down their throat without feeling like they’re gonna die.
Sukuna looks down at you, his large hand gently holding you by your hair; he has a calm yet sadistic expression on his face. “You can’t go any deeper?” Sukuna asked whilst clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
You narrow your eyes at Sukuna and you exhale out of your nose. You pull away, Sukuna’s fat cock leaving your mouth; you try to catch your breath. “At least I’m trying, right?,” you ask rhetorically as you sigh. “I’m not like the other girls that you have been with before me that have no gag reflex.”
Sukuna chuckles as he looks at the floor, his piercing red eyes on your body as he patiently waits for you to catch your breath so you can continue to go down on him. “You know I don’t have all day, right?” Sukuna asked teasingly; Sukuna likes to be an annoyance to you, it turns him on when he see you make that annoyed expression on your face. “I’m a very busy man who doesn’t have time for you to-“
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“Go faster..fuck-, don’t stop Y/N” Sukuna panted and as he watched your head bob up and down on Sukuna’s cock. You don’t know what came over you, but you wanted to make Sukuna eat his fucking words. “Y/N, hah- look at you go. Such a good boy f’me.” Sukuna grunted as he grabbed your head and began to aggressively face fuck you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.
“Fuck Y/N-“ Sukuna groaned “I’m so fucking close, you want me fucking load? Hm?” Sukuna asked, his adrenaline pumping through out his system “You want my fat, thick load down your throat?” You nod as you continue to bob your head up and down; tears swell in your eyes and begin to run down your cheeks.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Sukuna yells as he pull you in by your face, his pubic hairs tickling your nose and almost making you sneeze. You feel thick white ropes of cum coat the inside of your mouth and throat, you make yourself swallow Sukuna’s cum. Whilst coughing in process, you look up at Sukuna and you grin.
“Round two?”
“You didn’t have to ask me that.” Sukuna grinned sadistically “Spread your legs.”
This took WAY too long.
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idk how your req work exactly but sukuna x bottom ftm reader? <3
Hello Nony!!!
This is just fine! I hope you like it and have fun!!!
NSFW TW: ftm Bottom reader, Degradation, anal fingering, Edging, overstimulation, Anal orgasm, Double Stuff, cursed dicks, tummy mouth, anal/pussy eating, multiple hands, pussy slaps, squirting, frontal denial…yeah
“AHH-HAAHH, oh fuuuck!”
The feel of his chest against your back while the monstrous, powerful, tongue lapped up your dripping cunt. You arched your slick skin against the lingual muscle shuddering at the way it began to open you up and plunge in. Squealing and barely able to keep still you felt him move a thick hand to your throbbing clit and screamed when a small mouth appeared on his palm and attached itself to you sucking on your swollen bundle of nerves.
“Such a filthy fucking slut for me, aren’t you boy?”
He began to chuckle darkly into your ear as he groaned when he felt the aching tips of uncut dicks brush between the hot juncture of your meaty thighs. He wanted nothing more than to devour you, his own naughty boy. You felt him rut against you, his tummy mouth sending you closer to oblivion while his hand suckled and played with you, you were so fucking close and felt yourself claw into the floor below.
“P-Please!! R-Ryo!!”
Whining like the filthy whore you are you weren’t expecting the sensation to stop all of a sudden. Your orgasm was right there, he’d been edging you for hours, you were desperate. It was the sudden slap on your swollen pussy that made your screams echo. He grabbed your neck and arched you against him more as his other hand slapped you again making the tears in your eyes roll down your now pinched cheeks.
“I don’t think I fuckin heard you right, boy.”
Slap-Slap-Slap-SLAP
You felt his hot breath against your face as the tongue from his mouth came out to collect and trace the paths of your hot tears. His eyes rolled back into his skull and a deep growl echoed into the atmosphere. Sitting back upon his legs he traced your body with the palm of one of his many hands and smiled wickedly.
“I think I’m going to deny your sopping cunt today boy and stretch your ass out.”
You reveled in the way his calloused palm splayed across your back side before he wound up and slapped your ass making the meat jiggle like sin. He chuckled darkly again watching the way your spine seems to snap back. You couldn only push your ass back against him feeling the girth of his dicks pulsing against you.
“P-Please…S-Sir!!”
Large hands gripped your waist as you felt him pull you back and push you down more at the same time presenting your sweet puckering pink hole to him.
“I will not put it inside that tight cunt. I’m going rearrange your nasty guts, boy.”
Again you moaned like a whore in church when you felt the moist hot stripe from his tummy mouth over your tight hole. Pushing against it wanting to feel some friction on your clit, anything for the release, you cried more wanting to be filled. Just when you thought he was going to take pity on you it was the slow plunge of his thick digit to open you up in your ass that gave you another degree of hunger.
Tummy roiling, spine tightening, you felt him plunge in and out until another thick digit entered to begin playing with your searing insides. You began to clench down, the lack of being filled in your cunt made your slick desire coat the inside of your thighs. You practically purred and wanted to be filled. You finally started begging him.
“P-PLEASE SIR FUCK ME PLEASE!”
It was his dark laugh while he took pleasure in your begging. He slipped a third digit inside of your hole sending you over the edge as you clamped down and screamed with the earth shattering release. You felt white hot flash of pleasure and the warm sensation as you squirted coating his hand.
You slumped forward catching your breath when you felt him lift your hips and he lined himself up as his fingers left your insides. It was the sweet pressure as one thick, throbbing erection slid past your stretched rim. You moaned from deep within as he thrust once bottoming out. Bending over you a set of hands held you down.
“I’m going to stuff both my cocks inside of you, you better hold on for your measly life, boy.”
You gripped the sheets and let your eyes roll back as he pulled out and this time slowly buried both of his cursed dicks in your abused puffy hole.
#2d men#Aztec asks#mdni#sukuna smut#sukuna x ftm trans#sukuna drabble#jjk sukuna#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#sukuna x reader#Top Sukuna x Bottom ftm reader
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iris—19 he/him , I write for people (men):3
DNI : ALL fem readers:3
No masterlist yet! & no rules yet!
sukuanslittlesluttyboy ─please make your own fics!
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NO BUT I NEED SATORU AND SUKUNA INSIDE OF ME RIGHT NEEOOOWWWWW I CAN TAKE THEM.BOTH!!!!!
❝ Darling, won't you just plead, or should I begin to bleed? ❞
Heian Era!Sukuna Ryomen x ftm!reader x Heian Era!Gojo Satoru | alternate universe, NSFW | sub. bottom. reader (AFAB) | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 5.4
warnings: mentions of murder, dub. con (Gojo Satoru), power imbalance, size difference, threesome, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs, anal sex, spit roasting, triple penetration, tummy bulging, improper use of RCT , marking, possessive sex, degradation, one of Sukuna's cock gets bigger out of spite, unrealistic amounts of cum, AFAB terminology (reader's genitals are referred to with cock, dick, hole, boycunt, boypussy, clit)
“Call off your dog, Sukuna,” he snarls. Sukuna’s grin stretches obscenely and he throws his head back to laugh. Satoru hopes to have hurt your ego — from the tall tales he’s heard of (Y/N), you were known to have a haughty air about you. Satoru is sorely disappointed as he hears you chuckling along with Sukuna. In any other situation, the sweet sounds of your laughter would’ve made his heart flutter. But it’s mixed with Sukuna’s cackling so intricately he shudders at the very thought.
“Come, dog.”
authors note: heed the warnings!!!
* YN is described as having long hair because of the heian beauty standard (hair colour and texture not mentioned)!
When the sun sets over the horizon and tucks itself past the peaks of those great mountains, it isn’t unusual for the sounds of burning to follow. Little slivers of suns swaying on top of wax or dancing across oil. Naturally, the burning comes with smoke. Casual tantalizing curls emitting from the evershifting flame; make you wonder if the sun steams and smokes.
Does it stay in the darkness, its company being the dancers of its creation swirling with it to the crackling of its flames? Afterall, if the sun is the king of flames, it would make sense that he has his own concubines.
Your eyes pull away from the sprouts of candles at the edge of the throne. Leaning your head back, you now gaze up at the king of curses as he breathes in the flavourful, addictive, smoke from the burning tobacco and exhales it into the air. He swallows the ghostly concubines. Stealing another king’s treasure. It was like him; he was the true king, after all.
Sukuna pays you no mind. He had called you to lounge with him, had Uruame prepare you for a night of passion despite not yet touching you. He had simply tapped his lap and you filled out the space by cushioning your head on his big thigh.
He’s dressed in auspiciously white garments, the expensive material has you wondering what’s in store for the both of you. The King of Curses does not need primping. Even so, he is dressed loosely. The mouth on his stomach is visible and one of his sleeves threatens to fall from his shoulder. The hand holding the smoke pipe allows itself to be pushed while the lower pair holds onto your hips. He stares down at you, his four eyes glinting silently in question. You’re practically kneeling on his lap and you barely reach the bottom half of his lips.
“Do you recall how many people I’ve killed for their insolence?” his tone is drawled out, a tinge of amusement hidden behind the baritones. “Yes, my King. I’ve always enjoyed watching you destroy them,” your hands curl around the bulging muscles of his chest and you trace up the tattoos he has to reach his shoulders.
Sukuna takes you in. Uruame had outdone themselves. You’re dressed in his favourite colours. Nothing too restrictive, the layers were enough to entice but not to invoke annoyance. Japanese politeness and grace are interwoven into every stitch despite your less-than-innocent gaze. You’ve always had the prettiest eyes; he remembers jesting that he’d pluck them out to put into a jar just so he could see them every day. They trial the shape of your lips, painted with the shades of flower petals that bloom in the light of the heavens; he thinks the irony is all the more poetic.
Your mouth and heaven do not go hand-in-hand. It’s pure sin. From that wicked, silver, tongue to your saccharine-sweet smile to that spine-shivering laugh.
You were hell-born. Just like he was.
Gently, you slip your digits under the fabric of his shoulder and he watches you and your actions impassively. Four eyes give him more room to admire you with, whatever part of you. He imagines you mean to smooth out the — imaginary — wrinkles as your palm slips up and down his broad shoulders. Your touching earns a firm squeeze to your hips, his hands are so large they cover the entirety of your back. And when they squeeze it makes your eyes flutter. He could snap you in half with just one hand. Barely use any of his strength — Sukuna could kill you as an afterthought, toss your beautiful body aside, and never think of you again.
But he doesn’t.
“You are getting impatient, boy.” The hand on his chest could feel that rumbling. Your throne — his lap — moves and you let yourself be placed according to his will. Sukuna sets you back on his lap and splays you out with a look. You stretch out on him — if you were a cat your tail would’ve curled coyly into the air just under his chin.
“It is late, Your Grace.”
The only lights left were from the candles and pools of oil ignited.
“You are passion and flame and I’ve been prepared for you to alight.”
He thinks your flowery words are adorable but unneeded. Sukuna props his face on his knuckles as he gazes down at your exposed legs. They’re practically glowing and the scent of oil entices his cocks. The mouth on his stomach splits and his tongue curls over the teeth there - you giggle at the sight.
“You want me to fuck you,” he smirks sharply, “and I am telling you to wait, brat.”
“For what?” You prop yourself on your elbows, brows pinched. “The servant that prepared me has his head tossed into a hole and yet I can still feel his little prick inside of me.”
Taking Ryomen Sukuna’s cocks was not an easy feat. For the common man, a few fingers and oil would do. For a beast that is your king, a generous pour of oil and a man pumped with herb aphrodisiacs was needed. None of the men would ever reach completion and neither did you — Sukuna would not allow it.
They would fuck you but once Uruame felt that you were stretched enough to gape, they’d pull the man away and bring him to the courtyard. A hole would be dug and the naked man would be beheaded. His penis was tossed in there to be buried and forgotten. No one should live to tell the tale of preparing Sukuna’s precious concubine. They should be honoured they were chosen but they’ll never be seen again. Those poor bastards. At least they were useful before they died.
Mirth sparks in his eyes.
“I spoil you,” and at that, you bashfully turn away. “I deserve to be spoiled.”
A greeting comes from across the long hall. The servants next to the doors rise from their bowed positions and it slides open to reveal Uruame and a man touched by frost behind them. Uruame is kneeling, and the man is not.
“Your Grace,” Uruame bows deeper.
“The head of the Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru. As you requested.”
His skin was pale and his hair paler. You’re certain if the sun rose he’d turn all but translucent. The flicker from the candles attempts to cast shadows across his small face but they cannot darken those sky-blue eyes. Uruame had announced he was from the Gojo clan but, you’ve only ever seen such blue eyes from white men — he doesn’t appear to have been sired by one. You doubt they’d even let the head of their clan be of a mixed race.
Gojo Satoru is a freak of nature. He is a curse in the shape of a man.
“Does he not know how to bow?” Your purring tone is gone. It’s cold as Uruame’s technique. Sukuna eases it back with a deliberate squint of his eye.
“Bring him in. Then leave, Uruame.” They bow deeper (if that was even possible) and after Satoru steps through, Uruame is hidden by the sliding doors once again.
“Have you reconsidered my offer, sorcerer?” Satoru’s brows are furrowed, and his long sleeves hide his hands but from the flex of his shoulders you know they are clenched.
Rising from your throne you make your down the platform. Every step exposes your delicious thighs and legs and it is so indecent it makes Satoru’s ire falter. The sleeves of your outfit drag onto the floor and it weighs down the fabric around your shoulder; your neck and your clavicle down to the whisper of your chest has Satoru’s ears blush.
You walk in a half-circle to his right, your eyes set into a glare that disappears as slips from his eyesight. Satoru knows he should not let you get behind him but turning his head away from Sukuna seems more damning. Sukuna says nothing of your less-than-inviting nature, his silence prompting Satoru to speak.
“To serve you or die?” he scowls. “The Gojo clan will not serve you, Ryomen Sukuna.” Sukuna sighs, placing his smoke pipe down as he frowns. “So you have come all the way here to waste my time and to die. So typical of you sorcerers.”
“If you wish for my clan to serve you, we require more than empty promises.” Satoru’s tone was akin to the sound of the first arrow whistling through the wind, the growl he let out being the twang of the released drawstring. Regret beads down the back of his neck as he feels the sharp edge of a curved dagger pressed against the hill of his throat.
“You ask my king to fulfill wishes? Do you think him a genie?” the shape of his teeth familiarizes themselves as his jaw clenches. The blade is a cursed object, it mewls and groans faintly; the opal colour breathing as it soaks in his blood.
“Call off your dog, Sukuna,” he snarls. Sukuna’s grin stretches obscenely and he throws his head back to laugh. Satoru hopes to have hurt your ego — from the tall tales he’s heard of (Y/N), you were known to have a haughty air about you. Satoru is sorely disappointed as he hears you chuckling along with Sukuna. In any other situation, the sweet sounds of your laughter would’ve made his heart flutter. But it’s mixed with Sukuna’s cackling so intricately he shudders at the very thought.
“Come, dog.”
With a curl of a finger, Satoru is able to breathe. You make your way to Sukuna, kneeling as you reach the top of the platform and crawl right onto his lap. The dagger slipped under the fabric around your waist.
“You are certainly an arrogant man, sorcerer. Your haughty clans fail to have taught you any diplomatic manners.”
“Diplomatic?” Satoru barks out a laugh. You narrow your eyes, bemused. “You’re a tyrant, King of Curses! The villages you’ve burned to the ground, the clans you’ve wiped out! Diplomacy? You’re taking the piss!”
Sukuna spots the curls of your lips and when glance up at him, he concurs that you do deserve to be spoiled because the two of you share the same thoughts.
This Satoru, this stubborn man; he would make a fine collection for both of you if he could survive a night.
“You require more than my word to serve me? Very well.” The nudging from your side earns him a purr and with your back turned to Satoru, you shed the fabrics. Blue eyes watch in confusion as they watch you kneel and push away the clothes from Sukuna’s shoulder.
“My darling dog has been hungry. He’s insatiable, every part of him.” One of his hands holds your chin and turns it so Satoru has a clear view of your side profile with your lips pushed forward.
“From his painted lips.”
Another hand slips down the waist of your outfit and it gives way to show the small of your back. Nearly the entirety of your back is marked from Sukuna’s lips, teeth, nails, and hands like a canvas of artwork.
“To his tight holes. You cannot see it, sorcerer, but he is clenching around the tip of my finger. Hungry.”
The hilt of your dagger is askew but neither paid it any mind. There’s more rustling and you’re almost completely naked as you obediently let yourself be displayed.
“Ah!” The wet squelch of a tongue makes your back straighten and your fingers spasm as they tighten their hold on Sukuna’s robes.
“His useless cock is already leaking.”
“What are you asking of me, Sukuna?” Satoru speaks through gritted teeth. But his skin is so pale it betrays his weak resolve. Those reddened cheeks and ears, the racing heartbeat; Sukuna doesn’t need four eyes to know that Satoru’s dick was interested in whatever is being offered.
“Fuck my darling boy and your family will not be cursed by me while they serve me, Satoru.”
“W — What?” he sputters. Meanwhile, you’re all but melting as the sounds continue. He sees your ass trembling as your expression melts in pleasure.
Sukuna arches a pointed brow as his hand tugs the clothes of your body and it flutters onto the ground in a fancy display. There you are. Naked as the day you were born. Satoru should look away; but how does one pull their sights away from a body carved by the devil? Angelic in all the wrong ways, temptation sticks to your skin like perfume and Satoru is not a saint but he feels as though a single touch would damn him. In fact, just looking at you is dangerous.
“Are you a virgin? Or is my concubine not to your taste?”
Your nail digs through Sukuna’s shoulder. So his large tongue sweeps below your drenched cunt to soothe your irritation.
“I warn you to answer that question with caution, Gojo Satoru,” you hiss out.
“Perhaps he’s not a fan of men,” Sukuna reasons. “Common men perhaps. Are you calling me common, My King?” the squelching sound of your nails digging in makes streams of crimson slip down Sukuna’s skin and the sight of it has Satoru gasping (again).
“Put your claws away, boy. As if I would sink my cock into a common man. No, I take you like a proper bitch. This body may be different, but this tight hole?”
Satoru watches a tongue appear from Sukuna’s palm. The pink muscle pushes in and the rim of your asshole easily gives in, back arching further to assist.
"And this?" Satoru sees the dexterous muscle from his stomach curl. A tongue larger than any he's ever seen, squirming its way inside of you from the front, and it makes you gasp airily in pleasure as it eagerly wriggles deeper.
“A body made to be fucked, to be left leaking with cum for days. And it is rare, Satoru, for it to leak with cum that isn’t mine.”
Satoru takes a tentative step back, shame coursing through him as he tears his eyes down.
“This is — This is dishonorable — “
“If you walk through that door, Satoru, you’ve sealed the fate of your clan to be erased forever.”
You moan as his tongue grows longer and those bloody fingers wrap around Sukuna’s thick neck. The mask on Sukuna’s face, the eyes on it, narrow the tiniest bit.
“And you’d offend my concubine greatly. He’ll enjoy murdering each and every one of your clan members for the disrespect.”
The candles shudder as the wind blows through the slits of the wood. It causes the flames to dance and the shame Satoru is experiencing to be swallowed down. He is frozen there for a moment, your sighs of pleasure like a siren call to hell. Sukuna’s great tongue hides behind a row of teeth, the grin most likely identical to the one he wears on his face, as Satoru approaches the steps of the platform.
“Come, Gojo Satoru.”
Climbing up the stairs was akin to walking to the gates of hell. Satoru can see the sheen of sweat on the back of your neck. He wonders if every part of tastes like heaven. Your tears, your slick, your sweat, your cum, your blood. Without even laying your hand on him once and you've already destroyed him, (Y/N).
"Kneel." Sukuna's words are a vow. An agreement. If Satoru's knees had settled onto the wooden floor, he'd have sealed the fate of his entire clan to serve under Ryomen Sukuna. His pupils quake, taking a sharp intake of breath as he tries to steady his heart.
Your hands invade his vision. The palms of Sukuna's concubine are soaked in crimson — was that why they were so soft? Your nails still have Sukuna's blood and the feeling makes spiders crawl up his spine.
"Gooseflesh rippling?" You whisper as your naked body finally earns his focus. You're in a puddle of your clothes, kneeling before him. Tilting your head, you surge upwards and press your forehead with his. His eyes may be haunting but yours are unforgettable.
It reminds him of the first time he'd ever peered into the darkness of the woods behind his clan's estate. How the light never reaches past the woodline. The silence. The way his brain made up shapes and faces and beings and curses and you.
In that memory, there you are. Between the mighty trees, what little light did reach you making your eyes reflect it back; as if you didn't have a soul yourself and all you can do is pretend.
"Kneel, boy." You say and Satoru's knees buckle.
The thud that resounds was final. Your grin is terrifying. Sukuna looms over your shoulder and his eyes are glowing with excitement.
Gojo Satoru had made a deal with two devils.
"Good sorcerer," your face comes closer and your lips acquaintances themselves with his. They're pillowy and soft. Blood rushes south despite Satoru's conflicted feelings. If he pretends you're not who you are, perhaps he can delude himself into thinking you're someone he loved; a man he wishes to devour; Violet eyes, black hair, upturned eyes with a voice that'd make angels sigh.
That image disappears as he feels your fingers wrap around his throat. You say nothing. But the second Satoru's eyes shoot open, he sees the unamused expression on your face.
"Now, don't get yourself killed so early on in the night, Satoru," Sukuna muses out. His lower hand reaches to grasp the nape of your neck and it squeezes hard enough for Satoru to hear your bones wheeze under pressure.
"Come here, darling." You turn away with a huff.
Satoru doesn't know what to do with himself so he is content to watch as you undress Sukuna. The King of Curses watches, enraptured by your movement as his torso is now bare of anything. The mouth on his stomach, that monstrous tongue, wets your chest and you simply shudder but continue your task.
"My concubine can be rather pouty when he isn't paid attention to. Best to not let your mind wander, Satoru."
You scowl, bending over to mouth at Sukuna's crotch as he holds the back of your head. The sight of your dripping cunt and ass has Satoru's cock rising to attention.
"How dare he even do so. I'll slice his cock off," Sukuna thinks the sight would be amusing but he simply guides your head lower.
There were rumours of Ryomen Sukuna's endowment.
If he had another pair of everything, did that mean his cock was the same?
Satoru wonders how you aren't split in half as he sees Sukuna's cocks twitching in your grasp. They're thick and heavy, bumping into each other as they perk up from your attention. The tip of it is nearly bright red, angry, and demanding a hole to sink into. The veins on it must make you keen often because you tongue at them with a pleased grin.
"Satoru." He tears his eyes away from the sight. Sukuna smiles at him, ignoring your pleased groans as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth while your hand strokes over the other.
"Feast, Satoru."
The command is so simple yet so vague. Satoru can't quite comprehend it. So he stares at Sukuna then at you, kneeling before your King with the most obscene noises coming from your mouth. There was no way the phallus could even comfortably rest on your tongue, each the length of your face and as thick as your wrist.
It must be uncomfortable. He must have other concubines for this exact reason. There was simply no way you alone could please him.
Your head rises from between your shoulders, and a long stroke from the base to the tip of his cock has Sukuna exhaling through his nose; he sees you bob up and then down. A minute gagging noise slips through but then you widen your knees and somehow you dip your head low.
"That's it, darling. Take your fill."
He wasn't lying when he said you were greedy. Satoru pushes himself to stand and Sukuna would usually kill men for not bowing their heads to the floor but he wants to see what the white-haired man intends to do.
Cheeks sucked in, eyebrows sloped delicately as your jaw strains to keep itself intact. Sukuna is well-endowed, big, humongous, huge — whatever other synonym you'd use to describe big cock(s). You feel someone move your bangs out of the way.
"He's halfway down..." Satoru had seen a lot in his life. From the fantastical curse techniques of other sorcerers to the nightmare-inducing curses, the wealth from his clan members also assists the opulence he's known since birth. The whores his uncles had given to him as a gift for his birthday — the array of positions they knew, of how willing they were to do whatever he asked with a grin even if it involved humiliating themselves or him.
But he'd never seen a man as handsome as you take such a monstrous dick in his mouth with no effort. The stretch of your lips, the smear of the red pigment around it, and on Sukuna's cock.
"Beautiful, isn't he?" Sukuna boasts. "Usually, the other concubines look like fishes speared on a pike when they take me into their mouths." Your eyes open in a glare and Satoru placates it by stroking your temple with his thumb.
"Not even a mention?" Satoru's inquiry earns a chuckle from Sukuna. "No. He will not allow it, if I wasn't so far down his mouth I'm sure he would've pulled away to complain." The hand on your head is not Sukuna's but it holds you firmly in place.
"How do you even fuck the other concubines?" Satoru wonders.
"(Y/N) usually slaughters them a week after I've brought them in." Satoru's shock weakens his hold, so you pull away with a cough and frown deeply up at the two men.
"I do not slaughter them! They just so happened to have ill-fated ends." You squeeze his cock one more time before turning your attention to his lower half, kissing it sweetly on its head before smearing his precum all over your lips, the smell of it making your cheeks warmer than it already was.
Truly, (Y/N). You didn't need to play this part of a proper highborn so astutely. Even if you beheaded the last concubine he had in front of him instead of summoning a curse to slam into it, resulting in the palanquin and the concubine within it along with her attending ladies being thrown off a cliff and mangled beyond words; he wouldn't have punished you.
It was your right to exorcise whoever you needed to so long as it didn't interfere with Sukuna's will. It pleased him to make you bridled with rage to result in murder, why wouldn't it? The blood that painted you from your head to your toes. It cannot all be his doing.
His dearest concubine, you mustn't get queasy so quickly. Show him the lines you'll cross to ensure he remains yours. Kill whoever you please, maim the sorcerers who take him away from you, burn down villages, and bask in their cries and their pain with him.
Hide your giggles behind your silk sleeves if you must but don't you dare hide your amusement of carnage from him; command curses to tear men apart and slice women to shreds. Everything is yours, (Y/N). Everything you wish for, everything you ask for, everything you need, and everything you didn't even think you required.
The world is yours.
"Of course," he grins and the tongue from his stomach reaches out to lick your cheek.
"Astonishing," Satoru mutters. Concubines killing each other aren't anything new though he sincerely doubts the others truly understood what they were getting into when they became Sukuna's. "Thank you," you reply after combing your hair back to take his other cock in your mouth.
Satoru feels overdressed and Sukuna was not in the business of doing that task for him. So he sheds his layers, the symbols of crane wings embroidered in the sleeves shimmer gloriously up at him. Satoru folds them over to hide it.
He will need to forget about everything else tonight. If he wishes to remain sane or tolerate the both of you — he will use his other head to guide him.
"Milky skin." You purr from Sukuna's lap. "Pale as the moon. Eyes as blue as the sky. I would kill you if you lived in this palace."
Satoru scoffs, standing with his cock twitching in the cool breeze.
"How fortunate for the both of us that I don't live here then." He hisses as your grasp onto his semi-hard dick.
"Even the hairs here are white. What a pretty cock." The feeling of your velvet tongue on his tip makes his breath shudder. It's nowhere close to Sukuna's length —or girth —but that doesn't cause him disappointment. He's longer than average, his cockhead poking the back of your throat, and veiny, mainly on his sides.
"Good weight," he moans as your lips trace the prominent veins, painting his blushing cock with your marks. Satoru doesn't understand what you want to him to say to the comment, a thank you seemed unbecoming and anything else would be odd. So he says nothing and just caresses your jaw to guide your mouth forward.
"Take your fill, (Y/N)."
The position you're in is not entirely new. You've taken Uraume and Sukuna together before. Witt their sex is in your mouth while your King takes you from behind. Ah, what fond memories. You really should invite the ever-so-loyal servant into your bed once again.
What a talented mouth they had. Such vigor to please you, adoration pouring from them with every flick of their tongue.
Sukuna is still a possessive lover. That did not change. But he does find amusement in the way you ache for Uraume's body and something about the way Uraume strokes themselves to completion as they watch the two of you fuels him with pride.
But enough about your lovely Uraume.
Satoru had placed his robes beneath your knees and so you suck in your cheeks as thanks as you suck on his length. Your hands were on his knee and his fingers held a fistful of your hair. The silken cloth beneath you makes you inch forward with each thrust from Sukuna.
"The way he's stretched around me. Satoru, I'll save his other hole for you to fuck, this one is all mine," his hips are flushed against your ass. He can feel your cunt attempting to push him out, resisting the stretch that would've killed others, as cursed energy flows through your body. It would ebb away, the need to heal yourself, as your body gets used to his size but fuck does it make Sukuna grin absolutely monstrous at the very fact you even need to do so.
You can't blame him. It's not like he'd never hurt you in any way you didn't like.
Your thighs are clenched tightly around his other cock. Luscious thighs slicked with oil that had been conveniently placed nearby and making sounds almost as obscenely as your filled cunt.
Satoru's jaw is loose. Throaty groans and appreciative moans rewarding your efforts as your nose presses against the patch of pubic hair he has. Diamonds line your waterline as you breathe through your nose, the back of your throat squeezing around Satoru's cock.
"Fuck!" He pulls you away, stroking himself furiously with one hand and holding your head in the other. The expression on your face should be preserved forever, Satoru thinks. So that future men will wish to be born in the same era as you.
His brows furrow in annoyance at how ethereal you look.
You should look whorish — which you do! But there's something unreal about it. Picture perfect, an embodiment of lust, depravity that beckons with that wet tongue and wetter eyes.
"S'kuna! Oh, yes, yes — Darling, you fill me so well!" Your voice is hoarse as you're jostled back and forth, nails leaving claw marks on the wooden floors. Satoru lets go of your head and you stretch out like a cat, the top half melting as your back arches into a perfect position.
Sukuna kneads at the mounds of your ass, splitting it apart to watch your asshole winking back at him while he holds your waist. It's brutal how he fucks you. Satoru stands and backs away to watch, his breath coming out in barely there white puffs and his heartbeat drumming through his ears.
"Fuh - fuck! Mpfh! Ngh — Your cocks are beautiful, they fill me so well," He tightens his hold on you and the moan you let out as he moves your body makes Satoru's cum bead on his tip.
Sukuna chuckles as he sees Satoru cursing and wiping away his shame. "You've never been in a room where people aren't salivating over you have you, sorcerer?" Satoru frowns pointedly at his condescending tone.
"Hah! I feel you in my stomach — You're — !"
"Must you belittle me any chance you get? Are you trying to compensate for something?" Satoru retorts. It makes Sukuna bark out a laugh. Strong biceps curl and flex as he rights your upper half so that it's pressed to his front.
On display for Satoru with Sukuna's greediest mouth curling around your chest to tease your chest.
"Compensate, is that the word you used?"
Between your slicked thighs, his cock spears through them in tandem with the one inside you. Satoru's eyes widen at the sight of the prominent bump poking from your stomach. The fact that you aren't dead is a clear testament to your skills — both in bed and in battle.
"I've heard no one has ever cut his skin," Satoru kneels again in front of you, nose curling at the dexterous muscle that flicks at his chin. "I know Reverse Curse Technique is a useful skill to have...but I never thought you'd be so perverse to use it so shamelessly."
"Get off your high horse, S — Mfh! That feel s'good — Satoru!"
"Wrong name," Sukuna growls near your ear. It manages to split Satoru's lips into a smirk as he cups your chest in each hand. It's slicked with saliva and he ignores the disgust he feels as he locks his lips with yours. Sweet as ever, despite the saltiness that lingers on your tongue.
"If his cunt is yours," Satoru pants out between kissing you. His thumb tweaking your nipples between his index, his cock hanging heavily as it fills up once again.
"Then he'll have to face away. I'll take his ass," he bites down on your lower lip. The sensation of his teeth and Sukuna's rough palms tightening their grip on you have you squealing in pleasure. His hips pause, it gives you enough time to form words while the men stare each other down for a second.
Sukuna was beginning to miss Uraume's presence. They never glared at him with open animosity, unadulterated wanting and greedily claiming your chest with a grip that'd leave bruises.
The shadows of a scowl crossed his face. Insolent little brat. But so fucking gorgeous. Strong too, from what he's heard.
He wasn't anywhere near as beautiful or strong as you but Sukuna has always had a penchant for these types. No one walks all over him. But he does find it amusing when pretty faces are so defiant — or when their heads are staked on a pike with crows plucking their eyes out.
You're breath shudders as Sukuna pulls you off his cock, leaning onto Satoru. He wraps his arms around you, eyelids fluttering at the feeling of your wet lips tracing his jaw while your body is all but boneless.
He inhales sharply as you grab his cock. "Thankfully, you're not — hah — completely incompetent in the sack. Impressive stamina, sorcerer." That, he could say thank you too. So he does.
Satoru is kind as he maneuvers you to face your beloved. Was that irritation in his chest at how excitedly you allowed Sukuna to claim your lips? Gods, no.
"Get closer," you said as you glanced at him over your shoulder. "If the both of you are going to fuck me, get closer."
What was it that Sukuna told him to do again?
Feast?
You can't tell where your pleasure begins or ends. Every nerve was set aflame and you weren't even sure if your body could've survived this if it weren't for your cursed energy.
Because from behind you, Satoru's thick member is spearing you again and again with Sukuna's. The idea of Satoru's cock inside of you seemed to have upset him enough to want to...accompany it in its endeavors. The sorcerer is hypnotized by the way your rim furls and unfurls on his blushing dick, how it greedily squeezes down every time he hits home and bumps his cockhead with Sukuna's. Even though their cum was creating a frothy ring of white at his base — he seems intent on pumping you with more and more and more. Marking your insides as white as his hair. He spreads your cheeks apart, groaning each time he does, and fuck, he's filthy as he whispers into your ear.
"You take us so fucking well. Like a proper whore, huh?"
"I'm not — I'm not a whore, you —"
Then, at the front, Sukuna's displeasure at Satoru's brazen attitude was taken out on your cunt. Still, you take all of him in because what concubine would you be if you couldn't? Your pride was on the line and you'd rather claw your own eyes out than let it be broken down.
His cock was inside of your cunt. You were more than pleased.
Sukuna's face floats above yours, his hands gripping everywhere while Satoru was chased off to just handle your ass. Though even then, he'd grab a handful of each cheek just to leave bitemarks on it — and annoy Satoru.
"Look at you," he groans out. His vermillion eyes are hooded with lust as he cradles your face.
You were perfection. A filthy little demon made to accompany him until the end of time. Your brows sloped so prettily, eyes hazy and lashes clumped together with tear streaks down your face. Lips red and bruised, neck littered with angry and dark marks.
"My King, my beloved, I — Oh, fuck, I'm close, I'm close," you whimper for what felt like the 5th time that night alone.
Why you were cumming? You weren't even sure.
The aching stretch of both holes as your brain is wrecked with too much pleasure is causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Your hands spasm from within one of Sukuna's hands and your whole body shakes as you feel yourself cum again.
"Ah, shit!" Satoru groans as he pulls out, frowning as cum follows his departure and drops onto the floor. "You're just as awful as he is," he hisses out to Sukuna as he glares at the way the cock he'd been sharing your ass with stopped growing. Snug as a bug as it plugged you up. Satoru had already been close, with a few more thrusts he'd be filling you up once again. Then, what he thought was you tightening up turned out to be Sukuna making his cock so big it made the fit painful.
Fucking asshole.
"If I was as awful as he was, I would've cleaved the top of your head off, Gojo." Sukuna grabs your ass and your wanton mewl makes both men twitch.
His thrusting picks up its speed and you fight back his hold to wrap your arms around his neck. Sukuna allows it. He's close. You can tell. He's close and like a child, he decides he's the only one allowed to flood your insides with his cum, overflow your body until it forgets the taste of Gojo Satoru's.
"Sukuna, Sukuna — My lover, my beloved," you manage a dopey grin as you messily mould your lips together.
"Cum with me, Sukuna."
He's wonderfully loud when he does. Violent too. His nails digging into your waist and ass while he thrusts himself balls deep inside of you. Satoru's amazed your body hadn't given out — amazed at your endurance and how your cursed energy levels hadn't once seemed to deflate once in the time the three of you had been naked.
He shouldn't hope for it — but Satoru wonders how you would fare in a fight with himself. In fact, he cums into his own fist and onto the floor at the very thought.
Sukuna groans as you squeeze around him, another orgasm washing over you in pathetic spurts of wetness from your cunt.
Soft panting fills the air. The two servants by the door rise from their knees to slide the door open and Uraume walks in with three women behind them.
"Fuck," Satoru should scramble to get off his kneeled position but his body is too pumped with pleasure to even process the command. "Oh, don't feel shame, sorcerer," Sukuna muses out.
The King of Curses leans back, settling on his throne with you in his lap and still snuggly inside of your holes. Uraume comes to your back, and two girls tend to Sukuna, gracefully wiping him down while Uraume does the same to you.
The other girl does the same to Satoru and he simply tosses his head back as he falls back onto his calves, groaning at the cool water.
"They've heard everything already. Your sacrifice for your clan. How noble."
A weak giggle comes from the mess of limbs on Sukuna's torso. It's still one of the most heart-fluttering sounds Satoru had ever listened to and he hates how his cheeks reddens once again as you lift your head to smile at him.
"So very noble, Gojo Satoru."
#s3thwrit3sstuff#reader insert#male reader#male reader insert#transmale reader#gay reader#male!reader#jjk x male reader#ryomen sukuna x male reader#gojo satoru x male reader#gojo satoru x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader
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..!!!!! i saw sukuna req hehe.. i am here to request my beloved..! can i req top sukuna w ftm bottom male reader(๑>_<๑)
primal dom sukuna with a oral fixation! licking reader's face like an animal mid fuck.. n reader always has a tummy bulge while they fuck cus of how big sukuna is! sukuna holding reader's hand against their own stomach so that reader can feel how deep kuna is inside of them, him pushing down on it to make reader squirm n shake as he slides in and out of them, feeling their insides clench around him with each thrust..
Belly bulge
ryomen sukuna x male reader
THIS WAS SO HOT ONG TY ANON MOUTH WATERING
Warning: NSFW, ftm reader, reader has top surgery but not bottom, belly bulge, face licking (sukuna licks your face like once), breeding?, fem terms used to describe readers genitals
"Hey!" You giggled as Sukuna pushed you onto the bed.
Sukuna smirked, climbing on top of you on the bed, giving some ticklish kisses to your neck, causing you to laugh and hit his back.
"Kuna'" You laughed again.
"You love it." Sukuna whispered, running his hands under your shirt.
You just moaned in response as Sukuna gently dragged his nails up and down your stomach.
Next thing you know, Sukuna is tearing your shirt off and kissing your scars. You grian at the feeling and run your hands up and down his naked back, of course he doesn't have a shirt on, he never wears shirts.
"(Nameeeee)." Sukuna whines, looking up at you with the best puppy dog eyes he can manage. He looks a bit silly but you think it's cute anyways.
"Yes?" You ask, bringing your hands up to play with his hair.
Sukuna doesn't respond, he just lifts your shirt up and over your head, kissing down your stomach then licking all the way back up to your neck.
Sukuna lets his hand travel to your waistband, pulling your pants and underwear off in one go.
"Mine." Sukuna repeats the word 'mine' over and over again, just to make sure you heard him the first ten times.
You just roll your eyes and smile as he gently caresses you all over, you had always expected Sukuna to be rough and unforgiving during sex but truthfully he's the opposite, he's not the king of curses, no, he's the king of foreplay.
You shiver as he gets closer to where you actually want him to touch you, but he pulls back and you whine and the loss of contact.
You look up to see Sukuna taking off his own pants, letting his dick spring free. God, his cock made your mouth water, it was just too good! For a supposedly evil and devilish guy his cock was heavenly and angelic.
"Gonna fill you up, yeah?" Sukuna looked down at you as he grabbed his dick with one hand, slapping it a few times against your pussy.
You wriggled your hips, trying to get him to hurry up. "C'monnn." You whined.
Sukuna smirked and slowly pushed it in, making you gasp. Every inch he pushed in made you shiver.
Once he was all the way in he looked at the little bulge in your stomach and laughed.
"M' too big for ya."
He slowly thrusted in and out before getting faster and faster, making you both moan louder and louder.
You smiled up at him dumbly. "I can... take it.."
Sukuna smirked and pressed his hand against the bulge in your stomach.
"Aah-!" You moaned out when he pressed down.
Sukuna gripped your hand tightly as he forced you to press your own hand against your stomach bulge, his hand resting on top of yours.
"You're... in my tummy.." You moaned out, eyes slightly rolling back.
Sukuna laughed. "That's right, baby."
He pressed down harder on your hand which caused you to press harder on the bulge.
"NGh-" You moaned, loving the feeling of it.
Sukuna bent down and licked your cheek. "Gonna fill you up so good... gonna cum in you."
You grunted as he thrusted into you even harder.
Sukuna moved his free hand and rubbed at your clit with his thumb, making you moan louder and caused your legs to shake.
"Feeling good, baby?"
You just nodded in response, too far gone to even think a response.
Your legs shook beside you, you could feel yourself coming closer to that release you craved.
With every thrust and rub you moaned and gripped tightly at the sheets.
"You gonna cum?" Sukuna asked, smirking down at you, his thrusts get harsher.
"Y-Yeah..." You nodded and used one hand to grip tightly onto the wrist of his hand that was rubbing your clit.
Your body shook as he pressed his thumb down on your clit as you shouted and released.
"Good boy... not much longer, I promise. Just gotta fill you up." Sukuna whispered.
You whined at the overstim, though it didn't last long before Sukuna came in you, giving a few more thrusts to make sure his cum stayed inside you.
Sukuna layer on top of you, not removing his dick, he didn't want any of his cum spilling out of you.
You both laid there, breathing heavily, you wrapping your arms around his back.
"Told ya that I was gonna fill you up." Sukuna smirked and you just laughed.
"You did."
srry if this was bad i havent written in a while and im sick
#male reader smut#male reader#bottom male reader#jujutsu kaisen#sub male reader#jjk x male reader#ryomen sukuna#sukuna
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Starboy
Ryomen Sukuna x male reader
A/N: This story can be read with ftm!reader if you want, as no genitalia is mentioned. Slight Yuuji x reader. There is a slight mischaracterization of Sukuna for obvious reasons (canon Sukuna wouldn't care about anyone, you included ☠️).
Part 2
Summary: Being the center of attention can be good and bad at the same time. Itadori had just discovered the jujutsu world, has barely trained and was already being called to go from one place to another. But, he could personally meet the people who are so talked about by second-year students. One of these people was [Name], a third year special grade jujutsu sorcerer who barely attended school but was well respected. At first, Sukuna doesn’t care so much about him, but...
This was his favorite moment of the day. Itadori had nothing to do, so he just saw photos of Jennifer Lawrence on his cell phone and fantasized about the ideal woman, while Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses who almost always try to kill somebody, called him a desperate for women. Itadori is a teenager, and he barely has the peace to fantasize about his ideal woman.
The peace he no longer had ended up completely slipping out of his hands, as angry knocks on the door echoed in his bedroom. He crawls sadly to the door, knowing he won't be able to do what he was doing before for a long time.
...
It was director Yaga. To tell the truth, Itadori wondered if he had done something wrong, and his expression of doubt made that clear.
"... Satoru didn't tell you, did he? That damned Satoru! I keep saying "don't trust Satoru Gojo to warn anyone." But they never listen! I imagine you already know who [Name] is. A few days ago, he said that one day, he would like to meet you in person, and that day was today. You should already be there, he said it's a mission for you."
And so, director Yaga leaves in a hurry, he seemed irritated, perhaps because he had more than 40 calls from [Name] asking about Itadori, or because Gojo hadn't warned the boy about the mission. Either way, Itadori's day had gotten more colorful. He will meet the most talked about sorcerer (after Satoru Gojo-) of the school. Of course, seeing Itadori's thoughts and excitement over something so banal makes Sukuna slightly irritated. He clearly despises current jujutsu sorcerers, and consequently also despises [Name], so seeing Itadori happy to be going to meet the special level sorcerer makes Sukuna find it pathetic, It's like seeing an insect admiring another insect.
Along with his assistant, Itadori is taken by car to a beach. It was completely empty, as if it had been reserved for someone. The aura became strange every time he looked at the sea, and suddenly, Itadori could no longer hear anything, as if he were in a desert. He gets out of the car and so does the assistant, ready to create the curtain.
"Hey hey hey! Let me do it, okay? Go away, psst psst."
A voice startles both the man and the younger boy. He was the third year special grade jujutsu sorcerer! Honestly, Itadori expected something else, but prefers to refrain from commenting. The assistant looks shocked, he felt almost fired, as he was only there to lower the curtain. [Name] didn't seem interested in making a curtain, perhaps because he didn't need it, or simply didn't want to, for any reason.
[Name] approaches the younger boy, and almost comically, gets very close to his face, even leaning in to get a better look. It wasn't the first time this happened, Itadori is already used to it.
“You are Ryomen Sukuna’s vessel, aren’t you? I imagined you were... Different.”
“What do you mean different?”
"Nevermind.”
The older boy even seemed disappointed. Maybe he expected Yuuji Itadori to be like Sukuna's paintings, who had four arms, two mouths, two faces, two... Anyway, you get the idea. But Itadori is just a teenager. And speaking of Sukuna, the man hasn't said anything so far, he hasn't even spoken in Itadori's head. It wasn't unusual for him not to speak to Itadori, but it still made the entire presence of the place more strange.
"Anyway, come on, we have a job to do."
"Aren't you going to explain to me what we're going to do?"
The guy is silent, but now, he seems to be smiling. He has a plan. As he pulls Itadori to the beach sand, Itadori feels something very strange, and when he least expects it...
"We have entered the innate domain of the curse. How interesting..."
"...What is an innate domain?"
And for the first time, Sukuna spoke something in his mind. Just a 'Pff... That's the least you should know’. Itadori decided to ignore this. He begins to notice his surroundings, and soon realized that... HE WAS ON AN ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA?! He was definitely not here before! That was an innate domain then? The place was calm, but there was still a feeling of uncertainty, and something in the back of his throat, like a feeling that something was wrong, something very bad was going to happen. A feeling of despair.
"I'm not here to explain anything to you."
...
"I'm here to watch you fight!"
[Name] smiled widely again. But what he didn't say was that he doesn't want to see Itadori fight, he wants to see Sukuna fight. I don't know if it's clear yet, but [Name] is so curious about Sukuna that he can barely put it into words. After all, it's not every day that this “curse” incarnates in someone.
"But, fight with what?" Poor Yuuji, he still doesn't understand that he's not the focus. To tell the truth, he was hoping for a joint mission with [Name], to see what a special grade sorcerer can do (of course, he's already seen what Satoru can do, but still, he wants to see more)
"With the curse under that water, brat."
[Name] smiled even bigger when he heard Ryomen Sukuna's voice. It was just one sentence, that alone was enough for him to clap. This boy is by far the most interested person in Sukuna.
"Exactly. The curse resides in the waters, it probably grows stronger from the loneliness of humans, and the feeling of despair. Special level, you can be sure of that."
Itadori only understands a few things, but what he understood already made him think 'I'm going to fight a special grade...?'
"Don't worry, if you can't fight the curse, I'm here to help you.” He already knew that Sukuna could simply refuse to fight and let Itadori drown at the bottom of that sea. That's why he's going to offer help.
"If it helps, that water is fake, it doesn't quench your thirst and it doesn't drown you. What drowns is what's down there."
And with a small smile on his face, he pushes Itadori into that water, which looked like quicksand. He just shouts a 'keep calm!' and sit on the island sand again, seeing Yuuji quickly being sucked into the bottom of the sea. Everything was very dark, and Itadori didn't drown in the water even though he couldn't breathe, it was a feeling of despair, but not death. He sees the creature from afar, it was like a huge snake. This curse also saw Itadori. The boy barely has time to think, and is immediately swallowed by the creature.
"Idiot. You know you're going to be killed, right? Slowly killed, with the feeling of despair and the pain of having your skin completely necrotized." Sukuna never helped much when it came to keeping Yuuji calm.
"Can you shut up and help me? I don't know if you noticed, but if I die, you die too.”
"And whoever said I care, other people will do the same thing as you. My incarnation is already right, brat.” Always with a mocking tone, making it clear who is the strongest. But, Yuuji knew exactly what to say to get Sukuna to help him.
"...If you help me, I will let you command my body without interfering in anything."
"Done deal."
A tear is made in the creature's belly, and someone immediately jumps out of the water, attracting [Name]'s curiosity. YES!! This was what the special grade sorcerer wanted! The creature gets angry, and soon emerges from the bottom of the sea. 4 huge dragon heads, cool.
Although the escape was successful, Sukuna knows he still doesn't have enough strength to face the curse, and trust me, it enrages him. Either way, it would be an interesting fight, and that's what [Name] thinks too. He wasn't even the focus of the king of curses, but he was afraid of being attacked anyway.
The fight lasts a long time, and although Sukuna does very well facing the curse, that is, he doesn't need help, [Name] still wants to appear to the king of curses, he wants to show how strong he is. After all, being able to impress Ryomen Sukuna is definitely something to put on your resume.
“Ryōiki Tenkai: Hoshi no Furu”
The domain expansion closes. [Name] was in the center, floating as if he was at peace, in a peaceful place, his voice even sounded sleepy. Everything seemed so dark. Until points of light like stars illuminated the sky created by the jujutsu sorcerer. A simple movement from the older boy did something magnificent, something even divine that cannot even be written. It was beautiful, and deadly. Think of thousands of little stars (as destructive and hot as real ones) falling on top of you, that's [Name's] domain expansion, the reason he is a special level.
And when the curse is defeated, everything returns to normal. The sand returns to occupy most of the beach and it is no longer a "simple" small island. [Name] slowly lands on the sand, facing Sukuna. The boy doesn't say anything, but because he is amazed by the scene he sees in front of him... Sukuna smiling, at him?! He actually manage to get Ryomen Sukuna's attention?!
"...Interesting..."
And with an almost sadistic laugh, he lets Itadori Yuuji regain control of the body.
Since then, sometimes [Name] wakes up in the middle of the night feeling someone watching him, and although he feels the overwhelming presence of the king of curses, he always thinks he is hallucinating and goes back to sleep. And when he (almost never) goes to the jujutsu school, he is greeted with the same unmistakable laugh he heard the last time he saw Sukuna. To be honest, sometimes [Name] entertains the idea that Ryomen Sukuna is interested in making him his new vessel, and maybe he's not so wrong, but maybe... That's not the only reason.
#sukuna x reader#sukuna#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna x male reader#yuji itadori#ftm reader#ryomen sukuna#Spotify#jjk x reader#jjk sukuna#male reader#yuji x reader#itadori x reader
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[★ - ☆] MASTERLIST [JJK and TNMN]
M' open to AFAB and AMAB reader, -- and I write predominantly with gender neutral / male readers in mind, however all genders have creative reading freedoms with my works, just because the reader is gendered opposite of what you identify as does not mean you are any less welcome to enjoy the piece
--Albert (he/him) --- REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Masterlist f'my blog (predominantly writings pieces)
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┊ ⋆ ┊ JJK - {Jujutsu Kaisen}
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✦▷► Satoru Gojo
Gojo Satoru // ~ Midnights [JJk x Reader] –
Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader –
Redeemed!Bully!Satoru Gojo x AMAB!Reader // "Gonna give you a Real Reason to Cry.." –
--+--
✦▷► Ryomen Sukuna
Teacher!Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader // Teacher!Sukuna HC's <3 –
Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader –
Ryomen Sukuna x Reader // A Troublemaker's Love –
Sukuna, Sweetheart <3 // ♡ "Worship me..." –
ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ!Ryomen Sukuna x M!ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ!Reader //“𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲..?”
Shameless Sukuna smut (FTM Reader)–
--+--
✦▷►Nanami Kento
Nanami Kento x Reader // [Novelty] –
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✦▷► Suguru Geto
YAN!Suguru Geto // x Reader [Vindication] –
Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader –
Puppet Boy // Suguru Geto x M!Cursed!Reader –
--+--
✦▷► Toji Fushiguro
Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader –
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✦▷► Yuji Itadori
Yuji Itadori // x Reader [Nights with You] –
--+--
┊ ⋆ ┊ TNMN - {That's Not my Neighbor}┊
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✦▷► Francis Mosses (Milkman)
Milked for Every Last Drop ~ // 🥛🐄 – (x male reader)
"You're not my Husband..." // Doppel!Francis x Reader 🐄🩸 –
“Does this please you, Officer?” // Doppel!Francis x DDD Officer Reader –
--+--
┊ ⋆ ┊SPECIAL - {Crossovers}
Doppel!GOJO x Reader // "Looks Satoru Enough.." [JJK x TNMN crossover au] 🥛🔵 –
[+more works in the future..]
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Masterlist
Masterlist 2
Here is the masterlist of all my works. Please enjoy.
Ni No Kuni, Wrath of the White Witch:
Marcassin Headcanons
More Marcassin Headcanons
Even more Marcassin Headcanons
Childhood friends to lovers with Marcassin
(Aged up) Oliver Headcanons
Cassiopeia Headcanons
Swaine Headcanons
(Platonic) Esther and Oliver Headcanons
One Piece:
Where Am I? (Part 1 Link)
Where Am I? (Part 2 Link)
Where Am I? (Part 3 Link)
Yandere Strawhats x readers
How you met the yandere Strawhats
Yandere Strawhats x Isekai reader
Strange technology
Average Day with the Yandere Strawhats
Strawhats with a distrusting reader
We'll always protect you
I refuse
Platonic Yandere Strawhats with FTM reader
House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones
Platonic yandere house of the dragon x maid reader
Platonic Yandere House Stark
The Last of Us (Tv series)
Platonic Yandere Joel and Ellie Headcanons
Time for School (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)
I’m your sister (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)
Stars (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)
Life Before (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)
platonic yandere Joel and Ellie with a sick reader (requested)
The wrath of a family pt. 1 (requested)
The wrath of a family pt. 2 (requested)
Regret (requested)
Regret pt.2 (requested)
You're going to be okay
This is home (requested)
Growing up
Arcane
Platonic yandere Viktor and Jayce
We could be a family (platonic yandere silco and jinx)
Home Sweet Home
Platonic Yandere Silco and Jinx
Platonic Yandere Vander
Persona 5
Platonic Yandere Phantom Thieves x reader
Platonic Yandere Goro Akechi
Yandere Haru x reader
Jujutsu Kaisen
Platonic Yandere Gojo Satoru
Platonic Yandere Yuji Itadori
Gojo with a high cure energy reader
An exception
Platonic Megumi with his childhood friend
Platonic Sukuna with Yuji's Childhood friend
Yandere Gojo and Getou x reader
Avatar the way of water
Home
Platonic yandere sully family
Family Sacrifice
Family sacrifice pt 2
Human Sully Meeting the metkayina Tribe
Tsireya and Aonung after family sacrifice
Ouran High School Host Club
How they knew
Yandere Ouran High School Host Club concept
Pretty Please?
Reader leaving for College
Demon Slayer
Yandere Demon Slayer Concept pt. 1
Yandere Demon Slayer Concept pt.2
Platonic Yandere Inosuke with polar opposite reader
The way things were before
The way things were before pt.2
Welcome home
Platonic Yandere Zenitsu headcanons
Demon Slayers with a foreign reader
I Can Only Hope
Spiderman Across the Spiderverse
Yandere Spiderman Across the Spiderverse Concept
Hanging out With Them
Makeover
Be Careful
Watching Over You
Hobie with an Autistic reader (Platonic)
How they react to you getting into university
For the Multiverse
Platonic Yandere Miles Morales Headcanons
Reader having a secret partner
Hobie with a reader who suffers Auditory and Visual hallucinations (platonic)
Right were you belong
Death Note
L with an Aroace reader
Best Friends Forever
Aren't you excited
Twisted Wonderland
first years reaction to reader wanting to leave
second years reaction to reader wanting to leave
third years reaction to reader wanting to leave
Pokemon
Yandere Kieran x reader
Hazbin Hotel
Yandere Hazbin Hotel Concept Pt 1
Yandere Hazbin Hotel Concept Pt 2
Yandere Angels x immortal reader
Yandere Overlords x immortal reader
Elden Ring
Yandere Elden Ring Concept
#masterlist#faniction#yandere x reader#platonic yandere#yandere one piece#yandere house of the dragon#ni no kuni x reader#anime fanfic#yandere avatar way of water#platonic yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere ouran high school host club#yandere demon slayer x reader#yandere demon slayer
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