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How The King of Curses Treats You Differently (Headcanons)

➵ Sukuna lets you interrupt him. Sukuna has absolutely no patience for interruptions. Anyone who dares cut him off while he’s speaking would usually be met with a terrifying glare that instantly makes them regret it. But you? You can interrupt him without hesitation, even in the middle of an important conversation. Instead of silencing you, Sukuna pauses and lets you finish before continuing, leaving everyone else in the room completely stunned that you’re the only person who can get away with it.

➵ Sukuna lets you order him around. Sukuna doesn’t take orders from anyone. He is the King of Curses, and everyone knows better than to tell him what to do. Yet when you tell him to rest, eat, or stop being reckless, he’ll actually listen. He’ll click his tongue and complain about how demanding you are, but he still does what you asked because for some reason he can never say no to you.

➵ Sukuna lets you nap against him. Sukuna has never been someone who enjoys physical affection. Most people wouldn’t even dare stand close enough to touch him, knowing how easily he could cut their head off. But when you fall asleep beside him, he allows you to rest against him without complaint. He won’t move, won’t wake you up, and won’t push you away. Everyone around him knows that the fact he lets you sleep peacefully against him says more than any words ever could.

➵ Sukuna smirks when you tease him instead of getting angry. Sukuna is feared because nobody dares disrespect him. One wrong comment from anyone else would usually earn them a warning they wouldn’t forget. But when you tease him, mock his arrogance, or roll your eyes at his attitude, he doesn’t get angry. Instead, a small smirk appears on his face because your confidence entertains him more than it annoys him.

➵ Sukuna would let you win small arguments. Sukuna is stubborn and believes his word is final. Nobody would dare argue with him because they already know they won’t win, but with you it's different. You can argue with him over the smallest things, and somehow, you always end up getting your way. He’ll complain, call you impossible, and act annoyed, but he never truly tries to stop you.

➵ Sukuna doesn’t care if you invade his personal space. Sukuna values his personal space more than anything. Nobody touches him, fixes his clothes, or gets close without permission. But you can casually lean against him, adjust his robes, play with his hair, or sit beside him without him pushing you away. You’re the only person who can cross that boundary without him being angry.

Anyways, imagine sleepy true form sukuna. He's like half asleep and you both curled up in bed. Until you have to piss, so of course you get up to go to the bathroom. Or you try, there is no way in fuck this 4 armed bitch is letting you up. Another thing about sukuna is he SLEEPS he'd sleep for 12 hours and still be tired, he fucking hibernates -literally, he eats enough food for a small village then goes to sleep- anyways, waking him up is a pain in the ass so you end up jabbing him in the side, biting him, repeatedly saying his name in that annoying tone he hates.

Caught in a Web

Genre: Fluff, slightly obsessive behaviors, smut WC: 1k each

Where JJK men baby trap you, without you knowing.

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Higurama Hiromi

Higuruma considered himself a man of the law. He was a lawyer, after all. He considered himself better than some people. An upstanding citizen in all aspects — no tickets or charges, donated to charities, and even practiced proper manners.  The only thing he didn’t have was patience, especially for dumb people. 

“There has to be some way I can get out of it! It’s not like it’s my fault! She walked in front of me!” The girl in front of him whines in this wonky high pitched tone. She’d been convicted of vehicular manslaughter for running over a highschooler. She’d been speeding and turned a corner without looking. 

“Miss, this is a clear cut case. There is no way out of this, even I couldn’t do it.” Higuruma tries to explain for the nth time. She kept repeating she had to get out of it, and it was starting to annoy Higuruma.  

A knock resonates through the room, and his assistant peaks in. “Sir, Miss (Name) is out here, waiting for you.” 

“Thank you, Shimizu.” He responds tilting his head up to look up at her. 

“Pleaseeeeeee.” The girl whines again, “There must be something.” She pushes her arms together, pressing up breasts further up and out of her low cut top. 

“Miss, I am a taken man. Please do not conduct yourself this way within my office. I’ll review your case and see if there’s anything I can do.” Higuruma slightly groans, leaning back into his desk chair. The girl nods happily, before gathering her belongings and trying to sultrily walk herself out of the room. 

As she exits, (Name) passes her on her way in. Eyes widening in surprise at the girls outfit, a severely low- cut red top with a white micro skirt. 

“Oh wow.” (Name) mumbles to herself, making her way towards the plush leather couch in Higuruma’s office. 

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Higuruma thrusts harshly up into (Name), hands griping (Name)’s waist. Her face shoved deep into his neck, letting out obscene moans. The sounds of hips slapping together filled the room, accompanied by the sweet musk of sex. 

His pace was relentless, refusing to let (Name) breathe, apparent by her harsh pants. He wasn’t stopping, only using (Name) as a stress reliever from the terrible day he’d had, allowing her to sit there and take it. 

With a few more specifically hard thrusts, he slams (Name)’s hips flush against his, stilling. Higuruma lets out a deep groan into her neck and he spills himself inside her, (Name) whining at the action). 

(Name) tries to move off of him, only to be held flush to higuruma, who refuses to loosen the grip on her waist. He keeps them locked together, before slowly releasing her. Deep bruises start to form on (Name)’s waist from his grip, blooming in the shape of two hand prints. 

Once they’d gathered their bearings, they began to make their way from Higuruma’s office. Only to run into Shimizu standing outside his office, flushed bright red from head to toe. (Name) flushes in return, having believed they were the only two left in the office. 

Some sort of triumph blooms deep inside her, knowing Shimizu had caught them. While Higuruma was her boss, (Name) had caught him making moves on him plenty of times. He refused to believe (Name) when she mentioned it, but that was another story. 

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(Name) huffs as she walks out the elevator onto Higuruma’s floor, feet burning from standing for so long. She slowly begins to waddle her way towards his office, ready to be off her feet. 

“He’s in a meeting, so you’ll have to wait. Please feel free to stand over there.” Shimizu comments, not looking up from her computer. She’s always had a hint of harshness in her tone, since Higuruma had started bringing (Name) around. 

“That’s alright. Please inform him of my arri—” Before she could finish her sentence, the door to his office swung wide open, almost hitting her in the process. Two guards make their way from the room, behind them a man in a grey prison outfit. (Name) stares stunned at the man, he looked terrifying. 

“Shimizu, make sure my next few hours are cleared.” Higuruma orders, walking from his office. 

“All visits cancelled?”

“Yes.” He answers. Shimizu leans to look past him to look at (Name), with this weird glint shining in her eyes. Higuruma follows her line of gaze, eyes locking onto his now wife. 

“Including me after I came all this way?” (Name) sarcastically chimes, flashing a tight smile to her husband. 

“Never you. Come on in. You need to get off your feet. I don’t know what you came all this way, you’re eight months pregnant. You do not need to be doing all that movement.” Higuruma scolds, ushering his wife towards his office.

(Name) sighs as she sits herself down onto the plush, leather couch. “So what was the scary man here for?” 

“Convicted felon. He asked for retrial two weeks ago, and had tried since then to get me to be his lawyer but I’ve been refusing.” Higuruma answers, sitting next to (Name), settling his hand on her stomach. 

“What for? Are you even allowed to talk about it?” 

“He’s been convicted of forcibly impregnating women, at least twelve of them. He’s been charged with all of them, and he’s trying to get out of it.” Higuruma explains, standing and making his way towards his file cabinet. He sorts through it for a few seconds before pulling a manilla folder and feeding the papers one-by-one into the paper shedder next to him. 

“What kind of sicko would impregnate a woman against her will?” (Name) gasps astonished. 

“Only someone who's mentally deranged, sweetheart. Now let’s get you home.” Higuruma smiles, helping (Name) up from the couch. The two made their way from his office, ready to return home. 

Higuruma’s mind wandered back to his office, to the file he’d just shredded. A file he’d been gathering since the two of them had gotten together. A file consisting of his wife's ovulation days, and receipts of the  prescription fertility medications he’d bought over the course of their relationship. He didn’t need it anymore, he’d achieved his goal as he helped his swollen wife into his car. Who better to be able to hide their tracks of the crimes they’d committed than someone who knew the in and outs of the law.

Nanami Kento

(Name) yelps as Nanami drills into her from behind. He’d had an extremely stressful day at work, and what a better stress reliever than pounding into his cute girlfriend's cunt. She was sure it’d be sore by morning, there was no way it wouldn’t be. 

Nanami was never the gentleman he strived to be during moments like this, all angry and broody. He’d swiftly enter the apartment, and take (Name) from behind on any and every surface that was close. It never mattered what it was; it could’ve been anything — the couch, kitchen counter, over the side of the bathtub. It didn’t matter where, it just had to be done. 

He let out a deep groan, before his hips started hitting her faster. Setting a pace (Name) believed to be practically impossible. His hands grabbed firmly onto her waist with her hands tied behind her back with his tie, not allowing an inch of moment to run. She’d just have to sit there and take whatever he decided to give. 

Finally, he delivered one especially hard thrust into her and stilled. (Name) immediately felt the warmth of his cum rush inside her as he finally finished. She’d come five times already since he’d started, ready to be finished. She didn’t think she could take anymore before she ascended to the world beyond. 

Nanami slowly released her from his harsh grasp, watching her melt forwards into the plush blankets of their bed. Sweat dripped from his brow as he slowly untied his tie from around her wrists, rubbing at the slight red marks they had left. 

“Sorry, my love.” He leans down to whisper, “The interns cause a whole mess at work, and of course it was my job to fix it. I couldn’t help myself.” 

All he received in return was a small thumbs up that (Name) held up with wobbly arms. She gathered her bearings as best as she could and moved to sit up. She wanted a bath and she wanted one badly. 

“I’m gonna bathe.” She mumbles, moving to sit at the end of the bed. She couldn’t feel her legs in the slightest but she willed them to work, just long enough to make it there. 

“Let me help you, my love.” Nanami says, standing himself and making his way towards her. He wraps an arm around her waist and carefully helps her navigate  towards the bathroom. 

The two settled into the warm water of the tub. Nanami had his back rested against the edge while (Name) laid up against him between his legs. (Name) melted into the warm water, relieving her aching joints. 

“Remind me to take my birth control when we get out.” (Name) reminds, pushing herself further back into Nanami.

“Of course, my love.” Nanami agrees, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

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Five weeks later… 

(Name) had been continuously sick for days now. Puking and Gagging at the smell of absolutely everything. She couldn’t stand the sickness anymore, so on her day off she took herself to the doctors. 

They’d immediately began running some tests, drawing blood and having her pee into a small sealed cup. They’d ask if she’d been sexually active, and if she was on birth control. Of course she’d been, but she’d been taking the small white pill everyday like prescribed. 

“Hello, Miss (Name).” The doctor greeted as she entered the room. “I’m Doctor Sui and I’ll be taking care of you today. Now we did run some tests, and we can absolutely say, congratulations you are two weeks along in your pregnancy. In this folder, I have everything you need to know. There’s also a list of clinics if this pregnancy is not something you wished to continue.” 

The color drained from (Name)’s face. Pregnant, there's no way. She had been making sure to take a pill everyday. She even had Nanami pick up the monthly sleeves for her on his way from work. Though it was strange that the pill switched from blue to white, Nanami had said the pharmacy told him they switched manufacturers. 

(Name) quietly thanked the doctor and hops down from the stool she was sitting on. Nanami was in the waiting room waiting on her, there was no way to hide it from him. He’d taken the day off from work to take her to the doctor cause he didn’t want her to go alone. 

As she exited to the waiting room, she spotted Nanami surrounded by women trying to get his attention. There was no doubt about Nanami being attractive, he got stares and compliments wherever he went. He’d dressed down today rather than his usual suit and tie, wearing a simple olive-green crewneck with a white button-up underneath paired with simple light brown trousers and a brown belt. 

(Name) had matched with him today, also sporting an olive-green dress with white sandals. Though something inside her was telling her she didn’t look half as good as he did. 

Nanami scanned the room, looking for her. Once spotted he shot up from his seat, gliding his way towards her, much to the dismay of the women sitting around him. 

“What are the results, my love?” He asks worriedly, looking her up and down. 

(Name) couldn’t gather the words on her tongue, her mouth went dry. Her nerves were beginning to eat her alive. She’d have to tell him, but how. Right here in the middle of everyone while he was getting checked out by everyone in the room. So instead, she raised a hand and rested it on her lower stomach, looking up at him. 

It clicked instantly. 

“You’re pregnant? Really?” He questions, sounding almost excited. His eyes lighting up with pure joy at her motions. All he got in response was a nod from (Name). 

The way home was a blur. He’d all but carried her home with the way he was rushing, as if he couldn’t wait to get home to celebrate the news. 

Once they had entered the apartment, Nanami had told her to relax and sit on the couch while he went to the bathroom. Upon entering the bathroom, he made his way towards their medicine drawer, pulling on (Name)’s sleeve of birth control pills. He smiled at them before pitching them in the small trash can beside him. The placebos had finally worked. All the lies he’d made up about the doctor switching her medications and saying there’s no need to worry finally paid off. You weren't going anywhere.

Gojo Satoru

Gojo’s hips hit (Names) frantically. It was like he had something to prove as he was pounding. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, reeling at the pace he was setting. Her heavy cockdrunk moans filled the room, unable to withstand the pleasure being delivered, hard and fast into her cervix. 

Gojo lets out a few groans before stilling himself, flooding (Name) with thick spurts of his cum. He chuckles to himself for a second, before looking down at (Name). 

(Name) was flushed from head to toe, mind absolutely delirious. Panting, she struggled to catch her breath. Her body was numb, yet so alive at the same time. She didn’t know what to feel. 

“Are you doing good down there?” Gojo asks, slowly pulling out while receiving a whine out of (Name). He stands and makes his way to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. 

Once cleaned, they tucked into bed together, neither bothering to dress. (Name) passed out pretty quickly, utterly spent, while Gojo stared down at her smirking. 

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Three weeks later… 

(Name) stares at the test sitting on the sink, praying silently in her head to any and every god she could think of. Roman, Greek, Egyptian, it didn’t matter she was praying. 

It was too soon. They’d barely been together for a month. There was no way a baby could pop into the picture so soon. She wasn’t on any sort of birthcontrol, so the possibility was there. Gojo had only cum inside her once, and she’d hurried for an emergency contraceptive. Alas, here she was, sitting on the floor of his penthouse bathroom, taking a test. Her period was a week late. There was no way it took that time and that quickly, right?

Wrong. 

Positive. Two very bright blue lines look at her as she stares at the test. She was pregnant. There was no way. How would she tell Gojo? Would she even tell him? She had too. This was a big deal and she didn’t want him not knowing. 

As if on queue, the front door clicked open and Gojo’s voice resonated through the apartment. (Name) jumped, scrambling to clean up the bathroom. She shoves the test into her pocket, as she cleans up the packaging mess. She had to think of a way to tell him. 

“In here!” She yells, panicked. She begins washing her hands in hopes to cause a distraction from what was in her pocket. (Name) should’ve known better. There’s a reason his curse technique is called six eyes. He can see everything at once, even the smallest things. 

Gojo smiles at her as he enters the bathroom, moving to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. He studies her through the mirror, blindfold already off and set somewhere in the penthouse. Without a word his eyes drift, right to her pocket, to the mysterious stick-like object sitting inside. He slowly reaches in and pulls it out. 

(Name) quickly realizes what he’s doing and slowly shrinks away, afraid of his reaction. Her mind starts racing. Was he going to be mad? Maybe he’d be happy. 

Gojo shows no reaction, seemingly just staring at it.

“Are you mad?” (Name) asks worriedly, mind still spiraling. Her palms were getting clammy, and butterflies bloomed in her stomach. 

“What — No. I’m happy.” Gojo says finally. An ever bigger smile grows across his face, eyes lighting up. 

(Name) let out a sigh of relief, relaxing back against Gojo’s chest. All the fear suddenly vanished from her body as if it was never there. Gojo was happy with the results, ceasing her fears of anger and disappointment. They were to have a baby together, something that would be a piece of both him and her. 

“We’ll have to make a doctor appointment to confirm it, of course. But don’t worry, I’ll find the best maternity doctor, or whatever they’re called, in all of Tokyo." Gojo promises leading (Name) from the bathroom. 

That night as (Name) slept, Gojo sat beside her holding the test from earlier. A giant grin blooming across his face, this time a little more sinister. Finally, all the fertility drugs he’d been sneaking in her meals had finally paid off, and it only took one time. (Name) was never leaving him now, after all nothing about their relationship had been a coincidence, even if she thought it was. 

Suguru Geto

Suguru had his plan laid out since the get go. He’d been abandoned by everyone he used to call friends after he decided to ride this world of those weaker and useless to him. Of course his beautiful girlfriend stayed by his side, after all she knew nothing of the jujutsu world, even if she possessed its abilities. 

He’d made sure to keep her hidden from the teachers and students of jujutsu tech, lying that his school was ultra private. In his free time, he’d taught her who to control her powers, without getting anyone involved. Manipulation has been his best friend, during those times. 

Now here he was, the leader of a powerful cult, hidden away in the mountains of Japan, with his pretty girlfriend, (now wife), by his side. His fears had been slowly creeping in, she would eventually leave him too, and he needed a way to stop it. So during his sermon today,  he’d preached how birth control was banned from his cult, saying how it was up to the next generation to help fix this world, and one shouldn't stop it. The children would see the dawn of the new era, they’d just have to start it. 

After he finishes his speech, a cult member, (a maid he’d prefer to say), approaches him tattling on how his wife was standing around the main gate of the estate again. The women of the cult fawned over him, and were overly jealous of his wife, wishing to take her position so they tattled on her every move. His wife hated it, but he loved it. 

“Tell me, Blossom, why were you sneaking around, again?” Suguru asks, pounding relentlessly into his wife from behind. The sounds of slapping and wet squelches filling the room. Of course, he needed to punish his wife, just not in the way everyone expected. 

“I - I, ugh, just w-wanted to go-go-go outside.” (Name) cries out, mind overloading from pleasure. Suguru had been keeping up the punishing pace for forever now, turning her mind to poor mush. The pleasure was overwhelming, every thrust seeming to hit that delightful spot inside. (Name)’s walls clenched hard against him, feeling every ridge and line his girth possessed, stuffed to the absolute limit. 

“You know you have to ask, Blossom. I will find time to take you out.” Suguru grunts, as he lets out a few grunts due to his actions. His pace began to quicken even more, hands holding harsher onto (Name)’s waist. His pace somehow became ever rougher than he’d previously been going. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, pulling (Name) into a blinding orgasm. 

Suguru stills soon after, shooting himself deep into her cavern, hoping it’d stick. He’d repeat his actions over and over again until it did, until he got what he wanted. 

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“Oh my.” (Name) mumbles to herself, looking down at the test of the bathroom counter. Two bright little blue lines showing on the test. She’d just set it down, and it already had given her an answer. Pregnant. 

“Is everything alright in here, blossom?” Suguru questions, peaking his head into the bathroom. He swiftly scooted himself in, shutting the door behind him. 

“Ah yes! The test came back positive.” (Name) mutters, looking up to Suguru with tears in her eyes. Her mind raced, unable to comprehend what she was looking at. They were going to be parents, have their own little baby to bring into this harsh world. (Name) didn’t know if she’d be ready.

“It’s alright, Blossom. I know you’ll be a wonderful mother.” Suguru comments, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his chin on her head, smiling sneakily to himself. He’d gotten what he wanted, a reason for her to stay. Something that would keep him tethered to her for the rest of his life, even if (Name) didn’t know it.

They’d agreed to keep it quiet between them to make sure it stuck. Letting (Name) get through the woes of the first trimester without the cult members breathing down her neck every minute. She’d been confined to his private wing, only allowing her to leave when it was time for various appointments. 

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(Name) had finally begun showing, halfway into the second trimester. Finally agreeing that it was time the cult knew of the news, they’d be unable to hide it for much longer. Suguru was proud to make such an announcement, his wife on the other hand not so much. She feared the reactions of the women of the cult, they loathed her existence. A few had seemingly made it their own main goal to get Suguru to get rid of her and replace her with them, now they couldn’t do such a thing. 

That night, during a feast they’d decided to hold, Suguru sat upon the Dias with (Name) on his right. The hall was filled with cult members, excited to be apart of the feast, all mumbling throughout each other on what the excited news could be. Suguru wore that tight fake smile he always used when addressing the cult, it was sort of a sickly sweet smile that never truly reached his eyes. 

(Name) was sweating bullets, staring down at the crowd. She wasn’t as used to sitting above people like how her other half was, he’d kept her away from it as much as he could. She could feel the harsh glares she was receiving from women within the room. She was hot, and her stomach was churning harshly. The kimono she was wearing offered no breathing room either, as it was pulled tight to the slight bump she had, making it more visible. Suguru insisted she wore it, stating how that Kimono always made her look amazing and now with her baby bump, she just glowed even more. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Suguru started, “I’ve gathered you here today not just for a feast but for a celebration. The celebration of my wife, and the child she carries within her. The next generation of salvation is upon us, and we must be prepared.” 

(Name) tried her hardest to listen to his words as he droned on but he just couldn’t. She couldn’t focus with the dozens of eyes staring at her in disbelief. Many women wore scornful expressions, as if the news had ruined their day, actually their whole week. She’d known that a few of them had proposed their daughters to Suguru in marriage, hoping he’d take their daughters as a second wife. Alas Suguru had turned them down each time with honeyed words, saying how his wife was the only one for him. 

“Thank you all for coming today to celebrate with us.” Suguru finishes, wrapping an arm around (Name)’s waist and pulling her tight to his side. Of course it was an occasion to celebrate, Suguru finally got what he wanted. 

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna very boldly announced he wanted (Name) pregnant, one night out of the blue. She’d been sitting next to him and the Dias, as they all enjoyed a meal. A rare meal where Sukuna would call upon everyone in the palace to eat together. He always said he had no reasoning, but (Name) knew better he did it to inspect everyone. To see if any cohorting was going on under his nose, even though it was highly unlikely. 

“You are to bear a babe by the next full moon.” He says, loudly and boldly staring straight at (Name). 

(Name)’s eyes widened at the sudden words, whipping her head to face him. “Huh? Wait — repeat yourself. Bear a babe? You want me pregnant?” 

“Yes, I thought you’d be able to grasp that much information by what I’d said.” Sukuna utters, turning back to his meal like he hadn’t said anything earth shattering. 

The entire room was silent, everyone staring in disbelief. The eunuchs had their jaws to the ground, whereas the concubines burned with envy. Whispers suddenly bloomed throughout the room, people sharing their thoughts amongst each other. The reactions must’ve entertained Sukuna, as a devilish grin spread across both pairs of mouths. 

“Are you sure this is a decision you’ve thought of?” (Name) mumbles, leaning into Sukuna to whisper her words. She knew questioning his decisions could land her on a slab, but she had to know. 

“Yes. It is time I had descendants, to continue my legacy. It is only proper that the main wife bears the firstborn and my successor.” Sukuna explains, expression bored as if he didn’t understand why he’d be questioned over a decision like this. 

(Name) swallowed harshly, lump forming in her throat. Bearing a child was something she never thought of. Of course it was a logical option for Sukuna to want a successor to continue his lineage, she just didn’t think he’d come to the decision this quickly. (Name) turned her focus back out to the crowd, expressions changed vastly at his last comment. The eunuchs understood, all giving some sort of nod in agreement. The concubines now carried this look of hope and smugness. 

He had uttered that (Name) would bear the firstborn, not that she would bear all his children, meaning they could have a chance to pop out a few too. (Name) wasn’t dumb, she knew Sukuna still frequently indulged in his concubines, especially if he was mad. He’d uttered to her once under the cloak of night, that he hated seeing that broken expression on her face after he took his anger out on her. It was the closest she’d gotten to him admitting his feelings that he carried. He could up and leave on the concubines when he was done with them, leaving them however he felt. He had no care for them. 

“Get up, wife. We are leaving.” Sukuna orders, standing from his seat to exit the hall. 

(Name) quietly stood to follow behind him, exiting into the night air. She looked up towards the night sky, a full moon looked back. One month that’s all she had. 

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Sukuna’s pace was gentle, well for him at least. His hips slapping into (Name)s at a quick pace, his dick reaching deep inside her. He’d already pumped three loads into her tonight, apparent by the sloshing (Name) felt deep inside her cunt as it pulled him deeper, wanting even more. They’d been at it for hours already. Sukuna is relentless in his goal of getting her pregnant by the next full moon. 

“Shhh, you can take more. I know you can.” Sukuna leans down to whisper in (Name)’s ear after she let out a particularly pitiful whine. He didn’t slow his pace, only deciding to push in even faster, reaching places deep inside her. He pulls back his hand he had resting on her breast to push down on the bulge forming on her stomach. 

(Name) lets out a harsh whine at the sensation, cunt clenching harder on his length. Her nerves were on fire, every limb tingling. She was exhausted, thoroughly overstimulated. Sukuna had her pushed into a harsh mating press, using his bottom two hands to push her knees practically to her ears. Another hand rubbing harsh circles against her clit, while another presses on her stomach. 

Harsh waves of pleasure overtake her, before she screams out, crashing into another orgasm. Eyes rolling back into her head, drool slipping out the edges of her mouth, hands flailing for something to grab hold of. 

Sukuna grins down on her, as his stomach mouth finally joins the equation. The tongue poked out to replace the hand against her clit, causing her to moan out even harder. His pace quickens, hips slapping up against her even harsher, before stilling. Finally, dumping his fourth load of the night into her. Both of them sit there for a moment, cock still plunged deep inside her cunt, solid as a rock and ready for another round. 

“No more, please, no more.” (Name) cries, hands coming up to cover her eyes. Her legs finally get released, allowing her to stretch them out and rest them around Sukuna’s waist. 

“We will go again tomorrow. Rest for today.” Sukuna utters, looking down upon her. A thin gleam of sweat surprisingly covered his skin. He’d also been putting more effort in, trying to reach his goal. 

“You still have two more weeks. Let me breathe for a night. You have mounted me everyday for the past two weeks. My cunt cannot take much more, my dear husband.” (Name) laughs, hoping he’d listen to her words. She raised a leg weakly off his waist, putting it against Sukuna’s right peck to push him off of her. He relents and slowly pulls himself out from her, earning a soft whine from the back of (Name)’s throat. 

She slowly climbs from the bed, standing up on weak knees. She pads her way towards a small basin of water in the corner of the room. Dipping a small cloth inside, she begins to wipe herself down, before dressing into a light ivory kosode.

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“Joyus news! Joyus news! The queen is pregnant!” A maid yells as she runs through the halls of the palace waving a white rag through the air. 

(Name) had gotten confirmation this morning, after a harsh spell of sickness. Sukuna had called for a physician after he witnessed his wife bent over, heaving into an empty pot. The doctor had arrived quickly, and confirmed it right on the spot. Sukuna immediately ordered her confinement to the inner palace, with a huge entourage of guards and maids now having to follow her around. Specialty meals would be delivered to her separate from the standard palace meals.

“Oh sister. Congrats on your pregnancy. I’m sure you're very excited. I know our sister Tsumugi is. She’s preparing to carry the secondborn by the next change of the season, after all she is Lord Sukuna’s favorite concubine.” Another concubine snickers as she passes (Name) in the halls. “Or maybe it might be me. Lord Sukuna just called upon me to service him this afternoon.”

Before she could take another step from where she stood, her body fell into a pile of ribbons. (Name) gasps and looks around her to find Sukuna standing at the end of the hall. No words were exchanged as he simply turns and walks away as if he did nothing. A small smile grew on (Name)’s face at his actions, before continuing on her own path. 

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‎·༻ In which the palace gets stormed, and you're left to patiently wait for Sukuna.

wc; 999

A damned massacre.

Screaming. Smoke. Fire. Ashen bodies. Blood. 

You had locked yourself in the hidden room of the Palace. That's where he told you to hide. You imagined the bloodshed out there was enough to fill a river.  

The palace had been stormed by enemy forces. 3 quarters of the army had turned on Lord Sukuna. You weren't surprised. 

You told him to treat his army nicer. All he did was laugh and call you a silly woman. 

Being an advisor to the king was no easier than being his lover. He was tough, critical, and most of all, cruel. Yet he managed to be gentle with you, and he was yours while you were his. 

You met him as a servant. You did menial tasks while managing to practice magic in secret. He never knew of your existence; if anything, you’d been glad. 

One day you were in the garden tending to some dying flowers. You managed to perfect a spell that could automatically regenerate the plant's cells to revive it. 

The rose slowly regained its color as you focused all your energy on it. A beautiful rose it was. Plump, velvety, and vibrant. 

“Tampering with my garden?” he said, his feet slapping on the hard stone. 

You quickly turned around and bowed. “L-lord Sukuna. My apologies, I did not mean to impose on your garden. My apologies.” He grunted and continued to walk toward you. 

He was face to face with you as he reached for the revived rose. “Beautiful…” You trembled under him. Would he slit your throat for touching his property? 

“You hone an extravagant skill.” Did he just… complement you? 

“You are a talented woman. I've never met a magic user in my lifetime. Tell me, were you born with such an ability?” 

You nodded quickly. “Interesting.” He mumbled as he walked off. 

After that, Sukuna saw to it that the two of you remained closer. You were made to be his personal maid.

You’d tend to him day after day while he examined your skill. The two of you slowly began to enjoy each other's comforts. 

Having to be by his side, he would begin to ask for your input on things. During military meetings, you began to speak out. They were hesitant at first, but Sukuna always trusted you. Your plans always proved right due to your prophecies. He then made you his personal advisor. Anyone who disagreed with you was personally slaughtered.

Your relations had started as quiet looks during meetings. His arm wrapped around your waist while the male militia spoke with you. Small kisses in the garden. Makout sessions while hunting. That elevated to the two of you having passionate sex in his chamber after meetings. After that, you weren’t allowed to leave his side. Ever. He promised he’d never. 

He was going to make you his queen; that was another promise. He was going to start a family; he was going to make you your own garden. He’d build an infirmary in your name. All promises. He said he’d never leave your side. He wasn’t a dishonest man. Not the type to break a vow. 

Time passes slowly while you wait for him. He’d come back to you. 

You imagined that you’d tell him about the pregnancy. You were going to do it a few hours ago. You believed in him. You believed that he could defeat them all. For the sake of you and his unknown child. 

But the way things seemed to be going…you just hoped he’d come back. His dying wasn't a prophecy you’d been granted, but neither was one of him living. 

The hidden door in front of you opened. You jumped up and ran to him tearfully. “My love…” He wrapped all 4 of his arms around you tightly. One of his hands stroked your hair firmly. 

“I love you" is something he’d never say. Too sentimental. So why did he say it? 

The scent of blood flooded your nose; your hands shook as you pulled them off his back. The viscous, warm, red pooled on your hands. 

You tried to catch him as his heavy body fell to the ground. His breathing slowed, bit by bit. 

You lowered to your knees, attempting to find the wound or whatever was piercing his skin. “Just stay awake, my love; I can fix this. If I get some herbs or salves, I can close your wound in a minute.” 

His weak hand reached up and grasped yours with the last bit of strength he had in his body. “I’ve betrayed you,” he whispered. 

Your trembling hands caressed his cheek. His skin felt so cold. “You could never betray me. You’ve shown me, love.” 

His eyes fell while his cheek weighed on your hands. “Ryomen… Stay awake. Please.” 

“I’m sorry,” he said with genuine emotion. Tears fell from your eyeline onto his face. This couldn’t be happening. He can’t die. He's too powerful. 

“But we’re going to rule together.” Your throat choked up as you struggled to breathe. The blood in the air was so strong. 

“What about the garden? Who’ll tend to your garden?” 

“What about the infirmary? I was going to teach you how to heal.” 

“What about our family? You cannot leave us now.” You reached for his hand, letting it rest on your stomach. But his hand didn’t move; it went limp. 

You lowered your head to his mouth to listen for a breath, but you heard nothing. You hit him. "Wake up.” 

You hit him harder. He was just being stubborn. “Ryomen, this isn’t funny.” Hit. Hit. Hit. 

“You cannot leave me, you promised to stay by my side!” You lay down on his body, hoping and praying that he’d take a breath. That this was all a silly joke. 

“Please.” 

You lost your lover & your child that day. So, do promises really matter if they’re left unfulfilled? Or will a promise curse the succession of a dream? 

“Goodbye, love.”

Ryomen Sukuna’s stomach twisted into knots when he first received the call from the assistant principal of his daughter’s elementary school.

“She’s having a rough day . . .” the woman started to say over the phone. “Her teacher claims that a few of her classmates were picking on her during-”

Click.

The woman was met with the all-too-familiar buzz of an abruptly ended phone call, as this wasn’t the first time she had to call Sukuna for one reason or another.

cw: f!reader, true-form sukuna, reader is on her period, menstrual blood, p in v, chōking, full Nelson, unprötected sēx, fluids mixing, aftercare, fluff

based on this! (tagging whoever commented for the full version)

The morning rays beat down on your face through the shoji paper screens of the bedroom. You woke up not to the gentle light of dawn, but to the sharp, twisting agony in your womb, a cruel reminder of your monthly hindrance, your menstrual cycle. Curling into a fetal position, you expected the plush of the mattress, only to feel a massive, hard, warm presence beneath you.

Mean bitches don’t get enough love!!!

soft!sukuna x female reader (dating)

fluffffff !!

sukuna is a softie only when it comes to his cute girlfriend

i was tired when i wrote this

and there was mischaracterization but idc bc i like soft sukuna

Sukuna is known for being the most evil and powerful king of curses. He’s super cut throat and mean, except when it comes to his lovely girlfriend.

You noticed how whenever you guys were in public, he was super menacing and scary. then you noticed the little things he did around you.

You noticed how at night, he’d softly kiss your cheek before going to bed. you noticed how he always held you close on the couch or in bed when you two were together. you noticed how you only ever saw him smile in front of you (like a nice person smile, not the devious one does when he kills people), and he’d only ever genuinely smile when you two were alone and in private, never in public or with literally anyone else. just you.

you also noticed how he always made time for you. and he always hugged and kissed you whenever he saw you (in private ofc, i don’t rlly see him as a big pda person).

but along with this, you also knew him super well, and you now could tell when he had a rough day.

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“hi kuna,” you say

“hey baby i missed you,” sukuna says at his house when you walk in the door.

you immediately knew something was off. the way he didn’t start off defensive/rude/scary like he does after days he fights powerful sorcerers.

he also has a tone to his voice, like he was trying to cover up his feelings and failed. i mean, you have bee gone for 3 days straight on a mini trip.

you could also feel him hold your hug for longer than normal, like he needed to hold on to you as if his life depended on it.

“sukuna what’s wrong,” you ask

“oh baby nothing’s wrong,” he says in a tone that confirmed your suspicions.

he leads you to the couch, still pretending he’s fine, when you ask him again.

“what’s wrong,” you ask while you two stand in front of the couch.

“i’m fine-“ he says,

“kuna’ stop lying!” you say worriedly.

“i’m not-“ he says

“baby why won’t you tell me? do you not trust me, i-“

“baby no i trust you,” he says, “i trust you more than anything in the world,”

“please just tell me then,”

he sighs, and looks down when he says, “when you were gone, i just missed you so much. i mean like never before. i mean, i just wanted my girl to come back.”

you are slightly shocked and don’t know what to say.

he pulls you down onto the couch, and you sit on top of him, straddling him.

you sink into him, laying your face on his chest/kinda in the crook of his neck. he hugs you tight and says, “i mean can you blame me? i mean i just wanted my girl.”

you lift your head a bit, “well i’m here now,”

then he smiles, than one, gracious gesture he only does for you and you only, nobody else.

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true form!sukuna x (annoying) concubine!reader (crack)

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your head dropped down to stare at his happy trail. sukuna was fresh out of the hot springs from a lovely bath (still dripping) with a towel wrapped around his hips. His muscular form was well on display for you, a you stood in front of him, very contemplative. hand on your chin and all. “what.” he deadpanned, knowing that there was some bullshit cooking up in that brain of yours….or at least what was left of it, he thought. his belly mouth had its lips parted and panting from the prior steam. “so would your hair down there be a beard or still be a happy trail? wait- maybe not a beard per say, more like a goatee, right?” you craned your head back to stare up at him expectantly. he blinked. sighed even. the mouth shut immediately. “you know….because you have a mouth on your stomach.” you said like it was the most obvious thing ever, which it kind of was. before you knew it, one of his four hands reached down, placed itself flat onto the top of your head and over your eyes to move you aside so he could step inside. “it looks good though! do keep it as it is, kuna.” a tired groan could be heard from deep inside. 

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it was midday now, you two had decided to share some sencha together. initially you were sat across from sukuna, but you being the lovely way that you are, had made you way to perch yourself right next to him. sukuna refrained from making any offhand comments. he felt a hand nudge the closed lips on his stomach. “what do you think you’re doing.” his voice boomed, monotone. your hands froze where they were, you expression dropping just slightly like a misbehaving pup. you had a teacup in each hand filled to the brim. “the rest of you is missing out on this brew. you seem to like it. wanted to give it some love too.” you spoke honestly, going back to coaxing the lips open. “why are you so….strange. you weren’t like this when i picked you.” you shrugged. “you just didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, huh.” his two sets of eyes narrowed down at you, and reluctantly, the mouth finally parted its lips, revealing that giant tongue and those fearsome canines. you beamed, eagerly leaning over to pour each teacup one by one with the soothing blend.

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it was time to wind down for the night and sukuna had you in his chambers for today. you laid there, silken robes strewn about across the futon, yet content with each other. He had an arm draped around your shoulders, mindlessly playing with your hair, focused on how it coiled around his finger. meanwhile, you had inevitably found yourself toying with his lower half. 

the mouth is now half-open, a rare occurrence that only ever happens after intimacy when he’s relaxed, you’ve noticed. taking full advantage of this incredible opportunity, you daringly reach inside the mouth, poking around his razor-sharp teeth, patting his cheeks (?), and squishing his wet, drooling tongue. in the corner of your eye, you looked up at him to see if was annoyed at all. huh. he seems pretty….content? wow. i’m good at what I do what can i say. you smirked to yourself before turning back to poke around. in. out. in. out. heh. in- 

CHOMP.

you yelp, instantly retracting your precious hand, glaring up at sukuna, only to hear the man rumbling with laughter. both mouths stretched out into wicked grins, taunting and teasing you. 

synopsis in which you ask the boys if you can use them tonight characters gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, ino warnings nsfw, sex - minors and ageless blogs dni

based of this request by @cowboybepoppp !! thank you for the request 🙂‍↕️❤️

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.˚𓈒✦ ݁･˖ 𝓡.𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨 ݁･✧𓈒˚. and his small!chested wife 𝟏𝟖+ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 ꒰ 𝒇. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⋮⋮ breast worship ⋮⋮ kissing ⋮⋮ 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 f. rec ⋮⋮ fingering ꒱

You woke up to the heavy press of Sukuna on top of you. His body pinning you down in the best way. Warm and solid. Unmoving except for the way his mouth laves against your neck.

He pressed heavy kisses there while you slept. Deep and possessively, like he couldn't get enough even in the quiet hours before dawn broke fully. Your shirt had already bunched up and over your breasts, his large hands had wandered in the night. Of course they had. Finding purchase on your body, caressing and touching you all over.

His right hand cupped your small soft tit. Fingers gentle but sure. The other spread wide through your hair. His thumb stroking along the curve of your neck, right over the faint pulse point. Steadily feeling every flutter.

⠀⠀⠀— fem!reader, established relationship, fluff and some suggestiveness, mentions of giving head & alcohol

you stared into the mirror of your bathroom, eyes glossy. your fingers kept tracing the moles decorating your skin. there were so many—right eyelid, corner of your left eye, your left cheek, the juncture of your neck and shoulder....

life hadn't been good to you in a long time. your mornings were spent attending classes and evenings serving tables.

money was tight. and you were struggling to make ends meet. and sometimes this lack of oxygen made your head spin and your lungs burn.

you rubbed your eyes aggressively, trying to wipe away the moisture. but the stubborn tears just kept coming. and as they dried, they formed a path along your moles like a map.

you couldn't help it. you shakily grabbed your phone and dialed the one number that never failed you.

he picked up on the third ring. you blabbered somewhat terrible, you didn't even know what to say—weren't very aware of what you were saying either.

but he understood anyway.

wasn't very long before he was knocking on your door. collecting the broken pieces of you in his arms. throughout it all he didn't say a word.

sukuna wasn't a man of many words. your friends had pestered you about his indifference. his stoic silence.

but they didn't ever see him when he carried you back to your bed, wiped your tears , and kissed the little moles on your body one at a time.

there weren't many words that could change your situation or make life any easier for you.

but him being present like a pillar to your side, someone you could lean on—those were things no grand gestures could ever replace.

no he didn't take you to fancy michelin star restaurants. instead he took on shifts at your part time workplaces when you were too tired to go, so that you didn't miss a paycheck.

no he didn't buy you roses and write you love letters. but he made sure you were fed and warm every day. walked you home when your shifts ran too late into the night .

no he didn't show much affection in public, didn't kiss you obnoxiously or picked you up and twirled you around before your friends. but he picked you up when no one else did. when you were too tired and beaten down by life.

and as he kissed your eyelids with so much gentleness in the silence of your room that all your worries melted away.

as he kissed the moles on your body as if tracing a constellation. a constellation that perhaps only he could see. and only he could ever show such love to without saying a word.

so as you lay in your bed in your quiet dark room with your arms wound around his neck, you realised he had been yours in every lifetime. had kissed your wounds the same way in every life time too.

based off of this request!

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being the wife of the king of curses has its advantages. for example, most people won’t dare to disturb you in any way. the villagers knew you weren’t necessarily evil like your husband, but if he were to find out about any mishaps, they would be done for.

that could also be a disadvantage, wanting to be friendly with the villagers, just for them to keep their heads down. you didn’t blame them for fearing you, how could you? it would be lonely at times, but having your husband by makes the loneliness a little less painful.