30 ◦ she/her ◦ writing for jjk sukuna ◦ ao3
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𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗙𝗙
surprising sukuna with lunch at the shop ◦ asking sukuna about the date he planned for tonight, except… he never planned one ◦ sukuna's having a territorial argument with a tiny kitten over his wife ◦ sukuna loves his personal space when he's talking with toji ◦ the lamb ch8 ◦ thursdays week 15 (sukuna pov) ◦ a stranger mistakes sukuna for just another man checking you out at the bar
You shop at the same store every week at the same day and at the same time. He does so too. And it all just happens that you’re no longer strangers one day, enjoying each other's company one grocery run at a time.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗕 - sorcerer!Sukuna x f!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers
Sukuna, reincarnated in the modern world, decides that being a good guy is more entertaining than being a villain, mostly because it still lets him do whatever he wants while everyone thanks him for it.
Unfortunately, you get assigned to him as his cursed energy specialist despite being completely terrified of him. He, on the other hand, finds your fear hilarious.
𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 - Sukuna x f!Reader, fluff and crack, one-shot series
A collection of one shots, drabbles, and mini-series following different moments from your relationship with Sukuna.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗗 - mma fighter!Sukuna x f!Reader, hurt/angst, one-shot series
The raw, brutal, and unregulated world of underground fighting—no rules, no weight limits, and definitely no medics. These stories follow Sukuna through training sessions, underground fights, and everything in between, where surviving the cage is often the easiest part.
The fics in this series can be read in any order.
𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗘 - Sukuna x f!Reader, DEAD DOVE
A Kamakura-era clan attempts to starve one of Sukuna’s fingers by sealing it inside a living vessel—the last heir of a bloodline trained to restrain yokai at any cost. It doesn’t. Sukuna was never meant to be restrained, and obedience was never resistance.
𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 & 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦
⪼ kickboxing coach!Sukuna - drabble
smut
⪼ second opinion - mechanic!Sukuna x f!Reader
When your car dies outside his garage, you expect the usual poor service. Instead, you get Sukuna, who’s so offended by your previous mechanic’s scams that he takes it upon himself to teach you how to avoid it in the future. Unfortunately for him, fixing your car is a breeze, but getting you out of his head? Not so much.
𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗗 - F1 driver!Sukuna x f!Reader or F1 driver!Gojo x f!Reader
F1 au. This story lives in the chaos of a full F1 season: race debriefs, media disasters, strategy tensions, and the slow-burn mess of navigating proximity when everything’s on the line.
𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 / 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗣𝗣
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𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 & 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦
the unsanctioned
blood on the ledger
domestic sukuna
your eating habits ◦ Sukuna gets hit on ◦ his favourite sound ◦ Sukuna tries something new just to share it with you ◦ Sukuna’s mechanic intuition ◦ calling Sukuna mid-ranked ◦ drunk!Sukuna makes it very clear he's taken ◦ waking up in the middle of the night to find Sukuna still gaming ◦ Sukuna doesn't handle waking up alone in the middle of the night very well ◦ asking Sukuna if you're too clingy
one shots
second opinion
𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦
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what does old ass man lamb sukuna do on his phone? doomscroll on tiktok ? binge read ‘aita’ reddit posts? play block blast?? what is that man doing.
…also does he ever get reader’s number👀👀👀
i already answered the phone question a bit here, but besides that, he actually likes knowing things, so he spends a decent amount of time reading, learning, checking facts, and looking up whatever currently interests him. science, technology, history, medicine, modern systems... basically everything changed while he spent 1000 years as a cursed object, so there’s always something new for him to learn about.
does lamb!sukuna have any thoughts on traditionalism vs modernism? i.e. heian era clothing consulted modest, heavy, layered robes, even as “casual” wear, whereas modern day times people wear whatever they want; use of language, during heian era formal language was the norm whereas modern day times language is normally casual & formal speech is reserved for certain settings; things like that?
thank you for feeding us as always🫶🏼
i don’t think lamb!sukuna has some big ideological stance on traditionalism vs modernism, honestly. he’s way too practical for that.
he keeps the old things he genuinely likes and adopts modern things whenever he thinks they’re better, easier, more comfortable, or simply interesting. so he’ll still write with a brush because he prefers how it feels, then spend twenty minutes scrolling tiktok. he’ll wear hakama at home because they’re familiar and work perfectly with his true form, then put on a hoodie and sweatpants when he goes out. he’ll happily look at heian era artifacts in a museum and then go home and watch mindhunter.
same with language: modern casual speech suits him just fine once he gets used to it.
he knows formal speech perfectly well and can use it when he wants to, but he doesn’t respect etiquette and social hierarchy enough to keep using it just because tradition says he should. he also never uses honorifics that place someone above him because, for him, there's nobody above him in the first place.
he doesn’t expect people to use honorifics for him either. sukuna doesn’t need anyone to call him -sama to reassure him that he’s above them. that’s already obvious. if anything, exaggerated politeness annoys him when he can tell someone's only doing it because they’re afraid of him or trying to get on his good side. he’d rather they just speak normally than embarrass themselves trying to flatter him.
so, he doesn’t recognize anyone as above him, and he doesn’t demand deference from anyone beneath him for his benefit. his ego is too secure for either.
well, unless someone actually crosses or disrespects him. then, congratulations, they've reminded him that maybe they need a refresher on exactly who they’re talking to.
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okay so lamb9 is all over the place, but we'll have to deal with that. i had a very specific plan for this chapter and i think it may have backfired on me lmaooo
i packed SO much shit into it that i'm pretty sure at least 25% of it is me saying the same thing twice in slightly different ways, but at this point my motto for writing the lamb is fuck it we ball.
now i just have to read through all 23k of it and somehow turn whatever the fuck i've written into a coherent chapter. please send help.
ps. how much more of an asshole lamb!sukuna can be? yes.
ps2. i listened to some of you. not gonna say who tho. maybe it's reader slapping sukuna and getting threatened in return? maybe they finally kiss? maybe reader shoots him in the face? we'll never know!
Hiii!! I was thinking abt lamb!sukuna, and although we haven’t gotten to the romance part, I was wondering if u could give us a tiny peek at how Lamb!sukuna shows love or affection?👀👀👀
no.
lmao jk.
still nope, that'd be a pretty big spoiler :)))
ps. bold of you to assume he understands love and affection lmaooo
as you all should be, honestly. i didn't spend all this time making him more and more unbearable just for you guys to be normal about him lmao
seriously though, i love it too. every new chapter somehow makes him objectively worse and everyone just gets more attached. i'm starting to think we're all beyond saving here :)))))))))
okay but it’s no good by depeche mode is giving me lamb!sukuna so badly
(the younger readers are frantically googling what the fuck is depeche mode)
not every lyric fits literally, especially the parts about her already wanting or loving him, because... absolutely not lmao. but the overall attitude of the song? the certainty? the complete lack of doubt that eventually she’ll be his anyway? that is SO him.
“i’m gonna take my time/i have all the time in the world/to make you mine” is basically his whole mindset once he actually starts wanting her. he’s not worried about whether it’ll happen. in his head, it’s already decided, and time is just the annoying part in between.
and the funniest part is that we're not even THERE yet lmao. current lamb!sukuna isn't in love with her and doesn't even see her as a love interest. i'm listening to this thinking about a version of this man that you guys haven't even properly met yet :)))))
so maybe this is less "this song is lamb!sukuna right now" and more "unfortunately, i know where i'm taking him."
and don't get me started on “you can run but you cannot hide”... yeah. unfortunately, that one explains half the fic.
ps. this is one of my 3 fave bands (yes, people, i'm old), so everyone be nice or the lamb goes on strike!
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hi beanie!!! what did you end up doing about your bike? i remember you said you had dropped it
hi nonnie!!!
thank you for asking! for now it's just waiting in my garage for one of my friends to come and take the broken fairings off. once they're off, i'll bring them to some shop so they can try to weld them and then one of my friends will paint them to match my bike.
and if that doesn't work, i'll have to go to the dealership and just buy new ones, but i'd rather avoid it. i had to order a windshield though, because that one is transparent so welding wouldn't work here (well, it would, but i'd hate how it looks)
so... hopefully by september my baby will be up and running (it is up and running, i'm just being dramatic)
is the art on your profile yours?!?! you’re amazing!!! i love it.
ohh nonnie, no! i couldn't draw to save my life, honestly. i actually commissioned them :D i had the idea of having art of sukuna from many different artists hanging on my office walls, and these were my first three! they're all credited at the bottom of my masterlists :D
the ones in main masterlist and in domestic sukuna masterlist are done by @nessieartss and the one in my header is from @/jadore_lilly_ on ig! both are absolutely amazing artists and i'm so happy to have art from them hanging in my office <3
i've been COOKING with the new chapter of the lamb. honestly, i can't wait for all of you to read it!! i'm not even done yet and it's already over 15k, so… yeah. i fear there's a very real chance lamb 9 is gonna hit 20k lmao
also, i actually took a day off yesterday because i desperately needed one single day of peace and quiet where i didn't have to think about work at all… and omg. i wrote almost half of what i currently have for lamb 9 just yesterday. i haven't been this productive in WEEKS.
turns out the secret to writing was simply not going to work. unfortunately, the secret also costs me money lmaooo. basically i lost a day of income to write sukuna fanfiction. financially responsible queen.
You’ve learnt a few things about yourself since marrying the King of Curses. Namely, your penchant for narrowly avoiding death at the hands of your husband.
You’re one wrong move from having your head bitten clean off, and gods, does that fact excite you. It’s an adrenaline rush incomparable to anything else. Thrillseekers need to quit the cave diving and lion's dens and find themselves a man with the capacity to dissect them for looking at him wrong.
Sukuna’s heart has softened considerably since meeting you. There’s a channel within it, perhaps a major vein or artery, that houses an affection towards you that allows this kind of disrespect to go unpunished.
For the time being, at least. He’ll fuck you within an inch of your life for the stunt you’re pulling now.
You sit on your husband’s rock-hard stomach, both of his cocks hard and angry behind you, as you spread your thighs and fuck yourself with a laquered wooden dildo gifted to you by a raunchy friend before your marriage. You’re a mess, dripping all over Sukuna’s abs as you plunge the dildo inside of you, steering upwards in search of the spot that he never seems to miss.
He’s growling, practically vibrating beneath you in anger as you cuck him with a piece of carved wood. The sensation of his rumbling is nice, but the satisfaction of having the King of Curses in such an emasculating position is better than any sexual relief could be.
“Nice and still for me, dear,” you taunt. “When you twitch like that, I lose my balance.”
And, like a dog with a pronged collar, he yields. Grabs your waist with two of his four strong hands and holds you down against his heated skin. You allow him that much, lest he decides this lack of control isn’t worth amusing his wife’s weird sexual endeavours.
You roll your hips a little, plunge the dildo deeper inside of you in search of that spot. How can Sukuna find it so easily?
“That phallus doesn’t please you,” he notes, looking up at you with sharp eyes. He’s such a mess; his hair all over the place, chest heaving with the exertion of holding himself back. “To replace me with carved wood. You disrespect not only me, but that cunt of yours as well. She’s neglected.”
“Hush,” you avoid his gaze. “It is not a she, and you are just here to watch.”
“Watch what? Your failing to make yourself come? You do strange things to spite me, woman.”
You roll your eyes, and then turn your cheek. You won’t give him the satisfaction of leering at your displeased face — why is it not working? You used to sate yourself just fine before you were married, but you haven’t touched yourself since. Now when you try, even with such a mountain of a man at your beck and call, nothing compares.
Your fingers aren’t as big as his are. Your crafted dildo doesn’t curve and pulse like his cocks do. You lack the warmth on top of you; the loud, sleepless nights he gives you, the pleasure so overwhelming it bleeds into pain.
“You’ve ruined self-love for me, you know?” You sulk.
Sukuna rolls his eyes beneath you, jaw working as you’re sure he’s trying not to spit something demeaning from his lips. He fails. “You’re just incapable,” he bites. “Don’t hold yourself to such high standards, wife. I am not to be rivalled.”
His ego is ruinous. A part of you wants to feign your pleasure, start moaning like a whore and show him exactly what he’s missing out on, but your husband has always had a penchant for knowing insincerity when he sees it. He’d punish you worse for faking your pleasure than for taking it without his aid.
“Fine,” you grumble, your teasing mood soured. “Help me then, you oaf. But you remain beneath me. Where you belong.”
You tack it on as an afterthought, but it feels odd to say. The man who towers over the world and those within it, is laid beneath you… you can’t help but feel special. He laughs at your words, chuckles vibrating through his stomach and into you, but he doesn’t punish you for his tongue.
Yet.
“Take that fucking thing out of you,” he starts, glancing down at where you keep the dildo buried between your thighs.
You oblige, working it out slowly. A string of slick connects it to you as Sukuna grips it in one large hand and raises it up to your eye-level. Snap. It’s in halves before you can blink. The wood splinters, creates a small dust of shavings that dissipate through the air and makes your eyes widen.
“If you bring another object like this into our chamber again, I’ll stuff you full of it and have you walk naked across the length of the estate with it inside,” he lectures, eyes so set in his ways that you know he isn’t making empty threats. “Now, let me do what you cannot.”
Before you can allow yourself the dignity of pretending this is a favour to him, Sukuna’s stomach splits across the taut seam you had been sitting on. A long, obscenely wet tongue shoots up and flattens against your pussy, warm and disgusting in its eagerness. Hot breath fans your skin from below, and you gasp as what feels like buckets of spit wet your cunt in preparation.
Your husband just watches as the mouth on his stomach gets its fill. His grip on your waist tightens and holds you down against the slippery second tongue that licks a lewd stripe from your ass, to your hole, up to your clit. You whine, shrinking away from such messy devouring, but you have nowhere to go, and no fight left in you to object — you spent all of that on trying to pretend you could cuck a man like Sukuna.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Fuck,” you splay your hands out across your husbands chest for purchase as his stomach-tongue circles once, twice, around your clit before worming its way inside of you. It fills you with the ease of a muscle; pliant, not having to stretch you quite as far as his cocks do. And it moves, explores the topography of your insides like it’s trying to chart you out, taste every inch of your womb…
Through your blurred vision, you watch Sukuna raking his gaze over you. He keeps licking his lips, shifting ever so slightly as he had when you were trying to deny him. Your brows knit together.
“Can you taste me?” you ask, words broken by a moan as his stomach-tongue starts thrusting in and out of you, pushing all the way in just to retreat back into the mouth to savour the slick it coats itself with. “Can you… taste what it does?”
“Barely,” his jaw ticks. “It’s dull. Not the same.”
Oh? A surge of something mean shoots through you, and for a moment you’re unsure whether it’s pleasure from his tongue taking another course inside, or the satisfaction of knowing that, in a way, you’re still cucking him.
“So,” you glide your fingertip across the plane of his chest. “If I cum on this tongue, you’ll hardly be able to taste it?”
He doesn’t answer. A dog that bites and barks opting instead for silence is as telling as it is terrifying. You love it.
You throw your head back with a dramatic moan, using your thighs to push yourself up and start riding his stomach-tongue as you would his cocks. It’s lewd, makes these god-awful squelching noises with each pump in and out of you, but there’s a certain eroticism to the mess you’re making. His cocks are leaking behind you, desperate to tunnel inside of you and find their release, but you don’t allow it — you’re busy riding that tongue of his.
“I should—gods—do this more often,” you pant. “You’ve been hiding this from me, husband. Scared I’ll put the better parts of you to use?”
“Tch. Quiet yourself and take your release.” He’s tetchy, restless.
You can tell he’s straining himself not to pick you up and force you down onto his cocks like he so often does. Luckily for him, your climax is close, and you aren’t sure you’d have the heart (or will) to deny him any longer.
The tongue inside of you quickens in pace. It thrusts in and out in emulation of a cock, dragging wet muscle across your g-spot in rhythmic bliss. You can feel yourself going stupid on it, such a mess being made between your thighs. Your skin is covered in saliva, from your thighs to your cunt, all the way up to your stomach; you’re glossed with the stuff. Coated.
It’s when the tongue slips out of you to once again lap at your clit that your orgasm comes. You clench around nothing, grimacing at the feeling of emptiness that dampers your climax, but your legs shake and breath hitches in your lungs as you forget how to breathe, and be, and stay fucking quiet.
Your moans are melodious and loud in the same right, spurring Sukuna from a scowl to a slack jaw as his hips buck up once, and then twice, and a sudden splurt of heat covers your ass and lower back.
“Did you just—” you start, but your mind spins. You’re lurched forward by the force of two strong hands, and brought down to your husband’s chest. The mess of warm spit sticks your skin together, but you don’t have even a moment to complain as he covers your mouth with his, kisses you with a reverence that can only be shown by a king in adoration of his queen. Or a man warring to distract from the fact that he just came untouched.
“You are a petulant brat who has lost her sense of subservience to me,” he speaks against your lips. “But you are beautiful to an ungodly degree when you disobey me. You will look even better split in half on my cocks, crying for mercy from this man who is so ‘beneath you’, yes?”
A beautiful jolt of erotic fear surges through you. You’re one wrong-answer away from sexual torture; better keep your words kind.
You smile against his lips, peck them once, twice, and then speak. Your words are simple.
tagging as smut but its not smut???? https://www.tumblr.com/beaniesayshi/824584301573242880/a-stranger-mistakes-sukuna-for-just-another-man
i honestly didn’t even realize lmao. i have a set of fic tags saved in my notes and i copy paste them whenever i post something. i’ll make sure to tag properly my next ones!
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hello, I read your mechanic sukuna fic and it was very good. I was wondering, how much research did you do about cars beforehand in order to use so much jargon, or did you have previous experience with automobiles? I was really happy to see so much actual writing about cars in a fic! ^^
hi nonnie!
thank you so much, i'm so glad you enjoyed it! i didn't think i used that much jargon, but everything car-related in that fic is just stuff i picked up from two of my exes over the years:D i guess listening to them talk about cars actually stuck in my brain.
super happy to hear it paid off and sounded convincing and made the fic fun to read!
