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thinking about yuki, kneeling beside her couch with her face deep between your thighs after “netflix and chill” went wrong. her big arms would hold your thighs at bay, talking to your pussy about how you’re trying to get away from her. but your plump lil thing wouldn’t want that right? not from the way you shiver just from a finger inserting your hole, her tongue soon joining it as she moans when you tug her beautiful blonde hair. her cute sounds would vibrate right into your pussy and realizing how much you get off to it, she’d open her mouth wide enough to suck on your little pearl, the vibrations on your clit overstimulating you and causing you to gush inside her mouth. not catching the way her eyes roll back.

of course she lets you play with makeup on her face after your thighs are sore !

Ok but the accuracy with the 3 one (2nd question pic)

1- Megumi Fushiguro

2- Toge Inumaki

3- Suguru Geto

So- Instead of using My OC I'll just use GN!Y/N Headconnons here-

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Here goes nothing- (yes ima bad writer, show mercy!)

Warning: Swearing.

1- Who Do You Get Along With The Most.(Megumi)

When y/n joined as a jujutsu sorcerer, They weren't much of a talker- not in a way of being super introverted but they weren't really an extrovert too can't say they were an ambivert either cause one moment they were silent AF like planning a mass murder or just super- duper exited like they took some Drugs or shit. Though this behavior of their's made them understand other's or more specifically Fushiguro Megumi.

Poor boy thought they were quite the silent type unlike too extroverted yet dumb like Yuji or too bossy like Nobara so he was drawn to them, talking and explaining them all about the jujutsu sorcerer's. Until they got too comfortable and started to acting like the other two fellows- Boy was confident that he actually found a sensible person to talk too after so long but nonetheless the more he saw the different sides of them the more he got along with them, to a point that he started to understand them more than Nobara or Yuji themself did. Understanding your mood shifts, to understanding how to comfort you.

He, himself can't believe that he can do that but there he is and he is glad that he can do so. Y/n even started to open up to him to which he replied with a stoic face(not always) though a rational answer's and ofc you would have thought it as rude but you knew better.. Knew him better.

Now Megumi and y/n freely open up to each other. Megumi is so very glad to meet them.

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2- Who likes you the least.(Geto)

Let's just say that after you rejecting his offer on joining him (Before becoming a jujutsu sorcerer) and insulting him publicly, for being a creepy old fuck following you like a needy motherfucker just to join some stupid organization (or you can change).... Yea he hates the very sight of you.

He still thinks your useful though might as well destroy you then force you to join.

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3- Who has a crush on you.(Inumaki)

Ok, so for this one lets just say that you knew 2nd year sorcerer's through Megumi as he was like a guider to you for the first few weeks, he introduced you to Maki , Panda and Inumaki. You surprisingly got along with panda and Inumaki but for Maki it took you quite some while. Let's just say she was impressed with your skills, they weren't enough but you held quite a good fight with her so she said she will help you with training but only if you promised her to give a good, no better fight next time.

"She didn't mean to sound rude just trying to sort of hype you up"

Panda whispered in your ears before tagging along with Megumi and Maki. Now you were left with Inumaki and you definitely were nervous, yes you knew he can't talk because of his cursed speech but that didn't help you. You weren't sure how to proceed with a conversation with him since you were always called up by others in a convo but him. He seemed to have noticed your uncomfortable form and put a hand on your shoulder-

Tuna Tuna (Look)

you turned to face him-

Tuna mayo? (talk?)

You can hear the worried tone of his voice even if the words where small. You let out a breathy chuckle before replying that you're ok and you aren't hurt to which he nodded and listened as you took this opportunity to have a convo with him. Sometimes he used ingredients of Onigiri and when you didn't understand he either made hand gestures or even write it down. You felt bad but he reassured you that it's ok and nothing to be worried about.

It has now become your mission to try and understand him like Megumi and others, so he to can feel easy and not write it down again and again. He on the other hand loved the time you both spend together, Knowing that not many people talk to him because of his cursed speech but you trying your level best to understand him made him. . . Melt. The fun times you both spend together, The jokes , the laughter, the horror of Maki's anger, the comfort of cuddling with panda and sleeping. He at first was unsure of his feeling but every time you had to part made him sad, was an under statement.

you most definitely developed a crush on them panda said to Inumaki continuing with "I had noticed by you looking at them".

A crush...yes.

Thought inumaki with a small smile that was covered by his clothes.

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4. Who do you kick out after seeing him/her watching you sleep? (Megumi)

"God damn it.. Not again!" megumi groaned in anger as one of his divine dogs, who were suppose to guard the hotel rooms while the others slept peacefully, was gone. After the group went to finish off a curse they didn't notice that the time went really quick so as a result gojo gave them a small feast and bought rooms in the hotel for a night. Megumi wasn't really as tired since he did the least as this was suppose to be more of a training for y/n and yuji so most of the time megumi took naps which resulted him not finding any sleep at the night. As annoying as it was, this was the third time that one of his divine went without giving any sorts of signal. Lucky the cursed energy flowing through the snow furred animal was enough to follow its trail, while his other void furred dog also lead him towards a room. Megumi was very hesitant to enter because he didn't expect that divine dog to enter a room, nontheless your room. wait on the first place how did it enter the said room?..

"Great what am I suppose to say to them now.." he said while holding the bridge of his nose. After a few minutes of contemplating he decided to knock on the room and then he would apologize but when you didn't open the door after few hard knocks, he genuinely gets worried. thoughts like 'What if their is a strong curse that attacked you when you were asleep' ran through his head as he held the unlocked handle of you room.

"maybe that's why the divine dog wasn't able to report back" he mumbled to himself as he slowly but carefully open the door and seek in for any threats only to find his divine dog to be patiently sitting near the edge of the bed you were asleep on. He slowly entered inside your room with light steps making sure not to make any noise and head towards his divine dog. when he didn't feel any threat he quickly just wanted to silently retreat back outside but when you started to move to change your position form facing the wall towards the other side he froze ready to hear you scream, when nothing happen he looked down towards your face where there was a strip of moon light falling from between the blinds making you look venust. The room wasn't very dark but dim from the moonlight, While looking at you he figured out the reason why you weren't opening your door. Apparently you fell asleep with your airpods on and maybe the music must be playing still. feeling lucky he was confident he would silently move out and save the embarrassment. Unfortunately he took too much time to think cause a few message ringtones went off in your airpods and after shifting a little you sat up blinking your eyes a few times. You turned to grab your phone only to catch a dark silhouette standing near the edge of your temporary bed. A loud scream was about to erupt from your mouth only for it to be muffled by a large hand. After a few protest punches, the person let out a groan which made you halt. I have heard that voice, you thought.

"Quite down please, People will panic if you keep shouting" said a gruff voice. You know that voice until it clicked to you. You moved the palm off you mouth and said in a whispering loud voice-

"MEGUMI?!" You couldn't believe your eyes, W.T.F is HE doing in YOUR room?!.

"See I know its very awkward situation right now but let me ex-"

"No..Out of my room.. please" You said in a bewailed yet shocked voice. Without another word megumi left your room and you made sure to lock you door.

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You weren't able to sleep properly that night. (but megumi explained himself in the morning though :^) ,also you were the one who brought the doggo in to play a bit it wasn't until late that he realised it was gone)

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5. Date your Sis/Bro/BFF to make you jealous. (Inumaki)

Lets just say that it was panda's idea because apparently

It has worked in movies so why not.

And Maki warned him... He should have listened to her...

Lets just say... That made you think of him more like a brother than effecting you even a little..

Inumaki did broke off with the said person, It was hard but it wasn't what he wanted in the first place...

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6. You end up in a relationship with. (Megumi)

It shouldn't be like this... It really shouldn't..

Then why, Why did your heart beat so fast when you heard him light laugh on one of your worst jokes ever. He should be annoyed right?.. "That's was the worst of worst's I have ever heard from you" he said with a small smile dangling on his face.

"Oh - ah haha it wasn't even that bad" you tried to recollect yourself. Its not just that day, somethings different. Usually when both of yours eyes met by coincidence, you would always wiggle your eyebrows to tease him but that damn day- that day when your eyes met in practice area, when his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he held a tired out expression, your heart sank in your stomach as butterflies flew uncomfortably. What was this feeling erupting within you. It hasn't happen before(It has) when your with megumi but suddenly everything with him seems so... tough.

Megumi was your friend.. You cannot right..

All he has ever done is be nice and respectable with you ever since you joined jujutsu high.

. . You cannot believe you have fallen for him.

Its been tough trying to act as if everything is smooth like butter but you know you cannot control that feeling when he's around you, talking, light laughing, smiling, something he doesn't show easily yet with you he's all clam and open-ish.

You have been quite since morning, something very normal cause sometimes everyone enjoys staying calm rather than always jumping like literal monkeys every now and then plus everyone from gojo sensei to all students of 1st and 2nd year knows how sometimes you liked to stay more reserved and silent. So no one disturbed you, no one but Megumi because he knew your silence, he knew you. So when everyone(Yuji,Nobara,Gojo) where moving to have lunch you stayed back..with megumi.

You purposefully didn't wanted to go to cafeteria and wanted to gather your thoughts but being left with him your thoughts instead of calming down took a speed of bullet train. You couldn't stop thinking as every step he took, your heart felt it was trying to move up your throat and jump out your mouth to run away and hide some where. Sensing your discomfort megumi stopped in a friendly distance while taking a little while asking you "what's the matter."

"Hmm?" you look at him confused. That one emotion took every single vein in your body to stay and appear calm.

"I said what's the matter?" he said in the same tone.

"Nothing?" you said trying to look confused. But he wasn't a fool and you knew that.

"Im not falling for that" he said after staying silent for a while.

Megumi unlike you had many goals and was very determined so surpass his own limit to be able to stay on itadori's level. not in a rivalry way but more to prove that he is strong enough to fight when itadori is down on his knees. Megumi had goals. You weren't even sure of yours. Megumi deserves better ofc. You wouldn't have been scared to confront, if it wasn't for the obvious fact that megumi isn't interest in dating anyone.. or more over the reason you have been hurt so much that you don't want to lose him too. Things like this are the reason for friendships to break and you were scared.

"[Name]?" Megumi called out to you while you were space out finding the floor more interesting. When you didn't respond megumi place both of his hands on each of your shoulder's. Not until he gave you a little gentle shake that you looked up at him while he looked down at your seated position.

"Please tell me... what happen?" If someone would see megumi right now, they will catch a fever because he isn't like this. His eyes isn't soft they are sharp. His voice isn't so light its always serious. His lips aren't in a worried frown when they are always pressed together in a pursed manner forming a line. His face doesn't look sad when its always in a annoyed or tired expression. You're hurting him...

"[Name] whatever happene-" you cut him off.

"Megumi.." you're hurting him... "I'm sorry"

"??" He seemed confused on your sudden apology.

"I like you.." You said it, you finally said it and it feels great to get it of you chest but u know whats about to come next so your ready, hardening your heart as megumi slowly moved away from you. you couldn't see his expression because you found the floor to be more interesting again. After a few minutes of silence you heard megumi sign.

'Here it comes' you thought bracing yourself for the rejection. . . . . you felt warm.. '....' you stayed silent as megumi rested you're pounding head on his chest as you heard his ever speeding heartbeat.

"I.." Megumi began only to stop for a moment. . . "I.. Feel the same about you.." Megumi said, his voice soft and light. 'Its a dream' you thought, 'Its a beautiful lie, yea its a dream' you started shaking, not crying but lightly shaking not believing which only made megumi to hold you tight around your shoulders. You didn't even notice he was hugging you.

"You got me all worried you know" his voice as sweet as honey filling you're ears.

"Is this a dream?" you asked not sure what to say at which he lightly chuckled. "Funny cause right now... even I feel like this all is a dream.." he replied.

After a few moments of silence you wrapped your arms around his torso apologizing a few more times to which he only rubbed your back.

He was yours and you were his... No one could change that now.

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OMG IM FINALLY DONE- This was in my drafts for months holy god.(cause I honestly wasn't planning on posting, I ain't built like that fr 😔)

Im so sorry if this a OOC but I hope you enjoyed this because i don't know If I'll ever write again HAHA :)

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Have a great time, Love, BlackCat_0491

Yo! Send me JJK requests!

Hi. Saw that your requests are open so... give me some Gojo x reader. Angst to fluff. I love a good angst however I don't want to give myself a grief by only reading just a heavy angst so yeah make the end fluffy hahahaha.

Can I give you a prompt? "I can't believe you would do this to me after everything I've done for you?" Looking forward to what you'll cook for me. Thank you so much.

Sending tons of love ❤️

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Of course 🍫🍦 anon!

Triggers: Swearing, Break up (?), Nothing really. Safe for all to read!

Enjoy.

Gojo

It has been a bumpy part of your relationship so far.

You had started to notice how Saturo was staring at other people.

How he no longer looked at you with the same loving eyes.

You noticed his physical actions twords you were getting less and less, except when it came to sleeping with you.

Though unless it involved sex, Gojo seemed distant.

Whenever you wanted cuddle and watch a movie, he would mumble an excuse.

It would take you a long time to convince him to finally sit down and watch a movie.

But when you finally did convince him, Saturo wouldn't even pay attention!

He was always on the damn phone.

Every single minute of every damn day.

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Sure you understood that his work would keep him busy.

However he was never on his phone this much, even with work.

You soon reached your breaking point when he started ignoring you completely at the table to eat.

You had busted your back making this dinner for him, and all he did was take a picture of it and post it onto his social media.

It was the last straw.

In that moment you sat up and banged your hands onto the table with a great force.

You could care less about the stinging pain in your wrists.

Your brain was more focused on the rage that spilled out.

Your heart couldn't hold the overflow of emotions, so it started to leak out from your eyes in the form of tears.

Tears that burned with exhaustion and stress.

It leaked from your mouth in the form of words.

Words laced themselves with anger and sadness.

"What the fuck Saturo?!"

Your sudden movements and reactions scared and surprised your significant other.

He started at you wide eyed, the sunglasses that he wore dropped to the ground.

And all he could say was a meek, "Huh..?"

That's when you exploded.

"Really?! Huh?! Fucking 'Huh'?! You piece of shit!"

He didn't even have the time to reply.

"I can't believe you would do this to me after everything I've done for you?"

"What the hell are you even doing on that damn phone?! I've been keeping quiet this entire time and haven't said a single complaint about you! You've been so distant I'm tired of it! Get the hell out of my apartment!"

You yelled, your voice's strength never wavering.

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It had been a few days now, and Saturo had tried calling you over and over again.

But you simply wouldn't answer.

He had grown tired of waiting, and decided to go get you back himself.

So that's what he did….at 5 o'clock in the morning…

He spammed your door bell until you answered, you weren't to please.

"What the hell do you want?" You said still half asleep.

He smirks, your so cute when your tired.

"I came to.. apologies.."

(Oof that was a hit on his ego)

You cross your arms and place your weight on your hip and raise a brow.

"I'm waiting."

Saturo stood in silence for a bit.

Wait-

You were really gonna make him do this?

Normally you say he doesn't have to apologize.

Your not serious.

He thought.

But the way you held yourself right now told him enough, you were not going to let this one pass.

Saturo sighed and got onto the floor. He bowed, touching his forehead to the dirty wooden ground.

His actions surprised and embarrassed you.

You were really hoping in that moment none of your neighbors would see this!

"I am truly sorry my love. I will, form now on, keep all of my attention on you. The love of my life." He said peeking his head up.

Your cheeks were a dark red from embarrassment.

"Yeah- whatever. Just get your ass in here be for any of our neighbors see!" You said in a hush tone grabbing his shoulder and pulling him into the apartment.

He turned and looked at you with a smirk.

"Our neighbors? So I'm forgiven?"

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In short: He's a smart ass.

Word count: 678

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Thanks for reading!

Gojo

Master list

Geto

Master list

Sukuna

Master list

Megumi

Master list

Itadori

Master list

Maki

Master list

Mai

Master list

Break up

Yandere gojo🥺🥺

Bet!

Triggers: possessive behaviors, manipulative behaviors, obsessive behaviors, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship, toxic obsession, forced relationship, unwanted flirting/teasing and yandere behaviors. Please be careful when reading!

Enjoy.

Gojo

Gojo is a possessive and manipulative yandere.

He knows exactly what he is doing when he does it.

He is completely aware of when something messes with you in the wrong way.

Gojo has full knowledge of what his feelings are and how to cope with them.

He knows that he wants you and only you, and that's how it's going to be.

Gojo will take nothing less when it comes to his wants with you.

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You were a new teacher.

You were prepared to take on all the students at the Jujitsu high school, but soon became underwhelmed to find out that you would actually be Co-teaching with someone else.

"How bad can it be?"

You ask yourself.

Well…pretty bad.

Least to say your first day was exhausting.

The students were running you everywhere, and your coworker was like a child himself!

You could give the kids some slack because well…their kids!

But you had now idea that an almost 30 year old man could be so childish?!

You wouldn't be surprised if someone told you that a child switched bodies with him, or something like that.

The first day was truly exhausting.

And it didn't help you slept on campus, right next to Gojo's room.

Because apparently Gojo took this as a sign that you two were immediately best friends.

He was always way to touch with you.

Getting comfortable way to fast.

He seemed to never leave you alone.

And you got annoyed quickly, but wouldn't say anything.

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As the months drive forward, so does Gojo's clingyness.

It's gets so bad to the point where he simply throws a little fit when you try to help out one of your three students.

"(Name)~ I can help her. I'm the expert here, you should save your energy for helping me." He'll say in the normal sing-song tone.

Saturo had been doing that a lot lately.

Shamelessly and subtly flirting with you.

He could have careless who was around you, if he wanted your attention he always seemed to get it.

And if you weren't talking to someone else, then you were working on paper work.

And thats when he would strike the fastest.

You would be mindlessly filling out the paperwork then…

"Boo!"

"Ah!"

"Hahaha! Got you (Name).~"

"I told you call me (Last Name), Gojo."

"Ugh. Your so stuck up. Come on let lose a little."

You simply role your eyes.

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While Gojo is all good and fun when it comes to teasing, even he has his limits of patience.

And if you don't fall into his arms by the time that patience runs out…well then..

Your time of freedom will be up to.

He'll take you away.

Gojo is high enough in power, both physically and family wise, that all he needs to do is pay a few people some hush-money and you'll be pronounced dead in a few days.

Say goodbye to freedom, my lovely reader.

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In short: Better luck next time.

Word count: 499

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Thanks for reading!

Yandere cult leader gojo/sukuna with werewolf fem reader

Triggers: Kidnaping, heavy abuse, physical violence, physiological torture, and heavily yandere like behaviors. PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHEN READING!

Enjoy.

Gojo & Sukuna

You always watched from afar.

Hiding behind the thick brush and long lines of bushes.

Their odd chantings in the midst of the night always made you so curious.

But you knew better than to just go out and see what the odd creatures were doing.

You had heard the stories from you peoples and did not wish to become one of those deviating legends.

The stories about how wolves would go out into the circle of ash and leather covered trailers.

The wolves would never return, with their only goodbyes being the howls and shrieks of pain.

It would make any monster's skin crawl.

You told yourself you would never go to the circle..

Well then…how the hell did you find yourself here?...

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And that would be how you first meet these two assholes.

I'm going to be nice and blunt here for you dear reader.

Neither of these two men will be kind to you in the slightest.

Sukuna will immediately start off with poking and prodding at you with a stick.

And it's not like you can get too far away or attack the multi eyed freak.

There are going to be sets of thick iron bars between the two of you.

Sukana often only comes to you when he's bored…this, sadly, is most of the time.

He'll taunt you on trying to escape and tease you about how weak you are.

Oh..

Oh my dear reader…

What were you thinking?

Did you perhaps think that the two men would love you?

Oh hell no.

They are curious and cruel humans.

They run a cult where they only care about getting the money from their followers.

They have hundreds, if not, thousands tricked to believe that the two are gods.

So, to them, you are just a play thing.

Sukana will also try to "tame the beast" to prove to his not 100% believing followers that he is a god.

The taming will consist of you having a chain around your neck, and lunging at Sukana.

All whilst he slashes you with nothing but a whip.

No matter what..he will win…

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So if Sukana isn't annoying the shit out of you, Gojo is!

Though, he's more annoying in the manner of his many…many questions.

He wants to know all there is about you, and how to use you to their benefits.

So he'll sit down with a notebook and start the many hours of questioning.

Unlike Sukana, Gojo won't physically hurt you all that much.

Well…

Unless you decide not to answer a question..

Then he flips the cage a few times to "knock you back into your senses.."

So..it's best that you just answer his questions.

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In Short: you should have just stayed in the forest…

Word count: 462

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Thanks for reading!

Could you do headcannons of how yandere itadori would be like :)

Triggers: Yandere behavior. You know the drill.

Enjoy.

Itadori

Ah yes, all of our favorite little pink haired boys.

Well..

This is going to be a rollercoaster.

Itadori is definitely a delusional yandere, as well as an worshiper.

The moment Itadori saw you, he now permanently looks through rose colored glasses whenever it's about you.

In his eyes, you felt the same way he did when you first saw him.

To him, your heart raced like his did.

Your palms began to sweat like his did.

Your breath became heavy like his did.

Your mind stopped before going a million miles a moment, just…like his did.

You two will be perfect!

That's what the voices keep telling him.

Itadori also believes you can do nothing wrong.

So whenever you make someone else upset and he hears about it, he'll immediately think, "Well it's obviously the other person's fault."

Itadori worships the very dirt your feet touch every moment.

Sometimes, he even wishes it could be the ground you trample on everyday.

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Itadori relishes every gram of attention you give him.

When it's just as simple as you asking for a pencil.

He is absolutely beyond head over heels for you.

Itadori will do anything you ask of him, without a second thought.

Though, this can also apply to anything

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For example, if you say, "ugh! That so and so is so annoying! I wish they would just disappear"

Oh darling, don't worry.

Your wish is his command.

And that so and so, shall…

Disappear.

I mean, not everything can be too good to be true!

Everything has a catch.

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Sadly Itadori doesn't really notice his strange behavior.

He thinks this is totally normal.

After all, he is just a teenager.

No one really corrects him on this behavior either.

Whether they are afraid, or just want to see where this goes (cough cough gojo)

This is going to allow Itadori to fall into a pit of his own feelings.

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The overall treatment of you from pinky is very good.

As much as his intrusive thoughts rule over him, he still sees you as a human…sort of.

More like a god, but you are still a living thing nonetheless.

You are his princess and queen all in one.

He'll love you until the sun stops burning.

Even after that.

And you'll be expected to do the same after a certain amount of time.

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In short: 6/10

I'm wonderinggggg....could you write something where Suguru breaks up with his s/o and realises it was a mistake? Like how do you think he would try to win her over again?

“I wish you roses while you can still smell them”

ex boyfriend! suguru x reader

✩ listened to ‘I wish you roses’ by miss kali uchis while writing this :) pt 2?? hehehe , oh and if it wasn’t obvious. ANGST ALERT!✩

masterlist

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You always swore ever since you were a teenager that you would never let a man make you cry. You would never sit and cry in front of a man. You practically cursed the idea of that ever happening to you. Images of your mother crying because of your father made their way into your head. How she loved him so much, and yet he still left. You remembered wondering how could a love like this turn so sour? Why are you bared the responsibility of witnessing a dying love?

Nothing could have prepared you for happiness to be given to you, and have it snatched from your fingers before you had a say.

Because truth be told, the way Suguru broke up with you, was the day clouds stormed the sky. Your shared room that he no longer slept in felt colder and darker. You had closed your eyes that night extra tight, gripping the pillow that he slept on. Wondering if you wanted to burn it to a crisp

Or maybe hold it close to your nose so the scent of him never goes away.

“Im sorry Y/N…I just…I don’t know if I feel the same way anymore”

Heartache wasn’t even the word for it. 4 years down the drain. With a stupid explanation that made no sense. The man that claimed to love you so much for the last four fucking years couldn’t even give you a decent reason? You were left to wonder if it was you.

4 years ago you would’ve punched yourself for even thinking that. Why is it that in the movies or book you’ve read the woman always thinks it’s their fault?

But the feeling isn’t realized until it happens to you. Insecurities, questions without answers. You swore you hated Suguru Getou. You hated him for leaving little things around your previously shared apartment that reminded you of him. His Marlboro red pack cigarettes, his dumb cologne lingered in the air, and you didn’t know if it scared you or relieved you when you no longer could smell it from how long it had been.

Suguru Getou was the first man to ever make you feel like you were less than. Maybe it wasn’t on purpose. Maybe it was the way he softly spoke to you even when he was breaking your heart. Holding his favorite snacks in a connivence store plastic bag. The contents of it dropping (dramatic yes, but true).

So what exactly do you do when said ex boyfriend shows up at your front door at 2 am on a Friday night? Your silk nightgown slipping past your shoulders. The slight breeze making you blink even more tiredly. Wanting to crawl back to bed and sleep. It’s been a lot of sleepless nights due to work. It wasn’t easy being a nail tech, you are usually booked months in advanced. So that means your days are always planned around around that. At least on the weekdays.

“Suguru?” You rub the sleep out of your eyes. Your door had been merely cracked open. You lived alone now, who knows what creep could be lurking around.

“Hey, I’m sorry…fuck I’m sorry baby I-“ Suguru’s voice sighed. Your eyes finally landed on him as you fully awoken.

He looked as good as ever. Not that you weren’t really shocked. It had only been 6 months since he broke up with you, 3 since you had last seen him. Since he came to pick up the last of his things. Which ended up in you coldly acknowledging him and retreating back to your room with a loud slam. You had made it quite clear that you wanted nothing to do with it.

He looked…tired? Which wasn’t that unusual for him after working or a long day. But 2 am on a Friday was a whole new level. His hair was held back in a hair tie. The black gauges in his ears didn’t look like the ones you had seen last. Making note to yourself that even now you could remember even the smallest details of the tall man standing in front of you.

“What are you doing here Suguru?” You snap at him. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Suguru offers you a weak smile. He knows he has no right to be knocking on your door.

“Im just…I don’t know” He said truthfully. Which led you to even more confusion. You didn’t want to play these games. You had been over it for 3 months now. You couldn’t wouldn’t let him ruin your progress.

You sighed, you were just tired.

“That doesn’t really help me with figuring out why you’re here…”

“I know, I know okay. I know I shouldn’t be here YN. I know I have no right to come here asking for any sort of time but I just need you to hear me out”

He doesn’t miss the sour and angry look on your face. Suguru is used to it by now, all your friends throw him the same look when they see him. It was the last look he remembers on your face. The one before that was angst and solemn. All because of him, and he has to keep reminding himself so.

“To hell with you. I’ve spent the last fucking 6 months feeling sorry for myself for a man that didn’t give a fuck about me in the end.” Even cussing him out you looked so beautiful. Your hair tied up holding your arms as the chill made its way in through t your opened door. Suguru swears- no, he knows he remembers every beauty mark, every blemish, and every birth mark on your body. Something he will probably never see again thanks to himself. Even angry you looked ethereal. Suguru would worship you given the chance again.

He wasn’t counting his luck though….

“Are you even listening to me?” You ask in disbelief. “Unbelievable, go home. You’re drunk probably” Your hand grabbed your doorknob tightly and quickly made it shut it. However a boot came to stop it. You felt anger course through your body now more than ever. Is this how it was going to be?

“Just..please”

“Is that all you can say to me? Please? Sorry? I shouldn’t be here? I told you the last time we talked that I wanted nothing to do with you, isn’t that what you wanted?” hurt crossed his features. For a moment you felt bad. But you quickly were to shrug the feeling off.

Why should you feel bad? You didn’t break his heart, you weren’t prancing around a new girlfriend four months after the breakup. You have to keep strong is what you keep reminding yourself. Over and over again. Crying for you nowhere.

Crying never made Suguru Getou come back. It never made him feel pity to you and be a man to apologize for his wrongdoings. He did you so dirty so why did it hurt seeing him so fragile?

Where was the empathy for you?

“That’s not true!” His voice boomed your quiet apartment.

“It might as well be!”

“Today’s was supposed to be our 5 year anniversary…”

You scoff. “Yeahhh I think it’s time for you to go”

“I had something I bought um, before everything” Suguru moves his left hand to move some stray pieces of hair that hung over his face. “I wanted to give it to you, it’s the least I can do. Plus, it’s something that you really wanted and I can’t…” Suguru pauses. Looking at you as if he’s studying you. Like he needs to, he knows you like the back of his hand and you were aware of that.

You look back at him. Feeling your emotions rush your body.

please don’t cry YN…don’t cry , don’t cry, don’t cry

“Listen…” You look up. Already feeling your eyes burn. God damnit.

I want to hate you Suguru Getou , damn you.

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, maybe you get off to watching me cry or something. But I need you to leave me alone please.” A whimper escapes your throat. You look around, anywhere but at him. To try and at least keep some of your dignity.

“You’ve done so much to me”

Suguru shifts, his hands in his pockets. You couldn’t see but he himself was holding on to tears. He had no right to cry in front of you. Not after the way he hurt you. “Im sorry..”

“I don’t need your sorry!” You yell at him. Yanking the door open and hearing it slam against the wall. “I don’t need anything from you Suguru Getou! Not after what you did, not after the way you stand there looking at me as if you love me so damn much. Like you used to, when I know and you know that it’s all a fabricated lie! You’ve been here for five minutes and I still don’t know what motivated you to come back here after 6 fucking months, but you know what? Truth is maybe I never really knew you. So maybe I cried for no damn reason. I cried over a stranger!”

“I never lied to you, when I told you I loved you I meant that shit so don’t say I didn’t”

You laugh bitterly. “What about when you said you didn’t?”

He didn’t have an answer for that one.

“Goodnight Suguru. I hope you find whatever the fuck it is you’re looking for.” You said more gently. You don’t know why. You just hated the way he still made you feel.

Because you didn’t hate Suguru Getou.

You loved him with every fiber of your being, and yet that still wasn’t enough for him.

The door closes softly, a click and a lock follow. This time he doesn’t stop you.

This time Suguru hang his head low and lets out a shaky breath.

His hand digging into his pocket to clutch what was meant for you.

A ring.

are we ready to meet drug dealer bf! gojo tomorrow 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 he luvs his pretty little gf to death and spoils her sooo much bc it’s what she deserves 😋 💕

realistic toji smut fic 😭

*fucks the shit out of you*

proceeds to never call you again

✨the most realistic toji smut tbh ✨ 😭

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually. 

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you. 

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie. 

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso. 

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood. 

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing. 

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game. 

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red. 

choso lost once again. 

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games. 

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations. 

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing. 

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach. 

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick. 

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game. 

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick. 

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

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Not the time to think about it pt.II

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player!Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, kinda sad, age gap , idk bro , angst to fluff (??)

( ♡ ) a/n : hi my love 💞 Thank you for your request 🤗 I love the idea of them actually getting together but of course I’ll make it a bit of angst 😋

Aftermath

You threw yourself into your studies, trying to drown in your textbooks, hoping that if you just worked hard enough, if you buried yourself deep enough in the endless pages of research and lectures, you could forget him.

But it never worked.

No matter how many nights you stayed up until dawn, staring blankly at words that blurred together on the the pages of your books, Sukuna was always there — lingering in the back of your mind like a ghost.

The pain clung to you like a shadow. It wasn’t the sharp, immediate sting you felt when you had first confronted him, when his silence had confirmed your worst fear. No, this pain was quieter, more insidious. It seeped into every part of you, weighing down your chest until it was hard to breathe, until even the simplest things — like hearing his name on TV or passing by the court where he practiced — felt like a knife slowly twisting in your heart.

Every time you saw him, even from afar, it was like tearing open a wound that refused to heal. You would catch glimpses of him on campus, surrounded by his usual crowd, his laughter echoing through the air. And every time, you had to fight the urge to cry. Because to the world, he was still the same Sukuna —charming, carefree, untouchable. But to you? To you, he was the man who had made you believe in something more, only to shatter it.

It felt cruel, how life continued as if nothing had changed, as if your world hadn’t crumbled the night you walked away. You tried to hate him, tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t worth this heartache. But no matter how much you tried to forget him, to erase the memory of his touch, his smile, his whispered promises, you couldn’t.

Nights were the hardest. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on you — it was in those quiet moments that the loneliness hit the hardest. You found yourself remembering the way his arms had felt around you, how you had felt safe, warm, loved, even if only for a fleeting moment. And now, all of that was gone, like smoke slipping through your fingers.

You would dream about him sometimes. In your dreams, things were different. He hadn’t hurt you, hadn’t broken your heart. In your dreams, he still loved you, and everything was as it should have been. But then you would wake up, and the cold reality would settle over you like a weight you couldn’t shake. The man you had loved — the man you still loved —wasn’t coming back.

It was a cruel irony, really. The more you tried to move on, the more you felt trapped in the memory of what you had lost. You wanted to be angry, to scream, to let it all out. But instead, you simply existed, numb to everything except the quiet ache in your chest that reminded you, day after day, that he was gone, and you were left alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

And the worst part ? The worst part was knowing that you had loved him so deeply, with everything you had, only to realize it hadn’t been enough. That no matter how hard you tried to be what he needed, in the end, you couldn’t save him from himself.

For Sukuna, life continued as it always had. He went through the motions — attending practices, playing games, flashing that same arrogant smile for the cameras, surrounded by the fans and women who once made him feel untouchable. But now, none of it mattered. It all felt hollow, meaningless without you. The noise of the crowds became a distant hum, the adrenaline of winning a game nothing but a fleeting distraction from the aching void that had taken root in his chest.

At first, he had tried to shake it off, convincing himself that he didn’t need you — that he could keep living the way he always had, unattached and carefree. But it didn’t take long for the weight of his guilt and regret to settle in, pressing down on him like an unrelenting force. Everywhere he turned, he saw you. In the empty spot on the couch where you used to sit during his late-night practices, in the way the sunlight streamed into his apartment in the mornings, reminding him of the quiet moments you’d shared, tangled up in each other.

Every day, he replayed that night in his mind, the night you had looked at him with such raw vulnerability and asked the question that tore everything apart. "Did you cheat on me?" The silence that had followed felt like a lifetime, and now, every time he thought back to it, he wished more than anything that he had said something — anything. That he had fought for you, begged for your forgiveness, told you he was sorry.

But he hadn’t. He had just stood there, frozen, letting the best thing that had ever happened to him slip through his fingers.

In the days that followed, Sukuna tried to fill the void with the same distractions he always had. He surrounded himself with people, went out to parties, flirted with women who threw themselves at him. But nothing felt the same. The momentary highs only left him feeling more empty, more alone. He found himself searching for you in every crowd, his eyes scanning for that familiar warmth, that quiet presence that had once brought him a sense of peace he didn’t even know he was missing.

The nights were the worst. When the world quieted down, and there was no game, no crowd to drown out the silence, Sukuna would lie awake, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts would spiral, the regret clawing at him with every passing minute. He would think about all the moments he had taken for granted — the way you’d laugh softly when he teased you, the way you’d always ask him about his day, genuinely caring about the answers. He remembered how your fingers had felt in his hair, how you’d look at him with such tenderness, a tenderness he had never deserved.

He missed you more than he thought possible. It was an ache that wouldn’t go away, a constant reminder that he had ruined the one thing that had ever felt real in his life. And the worst part? He knew it was his fault. He had pushed you away, hurt you in ways he could never take back. He had let his pride, his reckless need for control, blind him to what really mattered. And now, you were gone, living your life without him.

Sukuna had always prided himself on being strong, untouchable. But without you, he felt weak, fragile in a way he had never known. He tried to tell himself that he could move on, that this was just another fleeting chapter in his life. But no matter how much he tried, the truth was undeniable.

He had loved you.

He had loved you deeply, more than he had ever been able to admit, even to himself. And now, it was too late.

In the quiet of his apartment, when the world had long since fallen asleep, Sukuna would sit in the dark, his hands trembling as he thought of you. He wondered if you were happier without him, if you had moved on. The thought tore at him, a bitter mix of jealousy and sorrow. He wondered if you ever thought of him, if you missed him the way he missed you. But he knew, deep down, that you deserved better —someone who could give you the love and respect he had failed to provide.

And that realization was the most painful of all. Because Sukuna Ryomen, the man who had always been in control, who had always lived life on his terms, had lost the one person who had ever truly mattered. And now, no matter how much he regretted it, there was nothing he could do to change that.

The guilt, the regret — it consumed him. It followed him every second of every day, a constant reminder of what he had lost. And no matter how many games he won, how many women threw themselves at him, it was never enough to fill the void you had left behind.

He had always loved you — deep down, in ways he could never put into words. But Sukuna had been too blind to see it, too arrogant to admit it, and far too terrified to confront the feelings that stirred in the depths of his heart. Love had always been something distant, fleeting, a game he thought he could play and leave behind. Until you came along.

But now… now it was too late. Or was it?

The ache of your absence gnawed at him constantly, a slow, suffocating weight that only grew heavier with time. Days turned into weeks, then months, and still, you haunted his every thought. The memory of your smile — soft and real in a way nothing else in his world was — burned behind his eyes when he tried to sleep. The warmth of your voice, the way you’d say his name with that tenderness he didn’t deserve, echoed in the quiet corners of his mind, filling every silence with your absence.

For the first time in his life, Sukuna felt utterly lost. It wasn’t the fame or the women or the adrenaline of the game that he craved anymore. It was you. Just you.

He remembered the night you left—the look on your face, the pain in your eyes, how you had tried so hard to hold back the tears as you walked away from him. And he had let you. He had stood there, watching you leave, unable to say the one thing that might have kept you with him.

“I love you.”

Those words had been trapped inside him, buried beneath his pride, beneath the layers of fear and self-doubt. And by the time he realized the truth, you were already gone.

Now, every moment without you was an unbearable reminder of what he had lost. He’d see you in the smallest of things — the scent of your perfume lingering in the jacket you once borrowed, a song on the radio that had played during one of your late-night drives. And each time, the regret hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless, wishing he could turn back time, undo the hurt he caused.

But the most painful realization of all? He knew you had loved him too. You had given him your heart on a silver plate, placed your trust in him, and he had shattered it. He had taken you for granted, thinking you’d always be there, always waiting. But you weren’t. You couldn’t.

Sukuna thought about calling you every day. His finger would hover over your name in his phone, his heart pounding in his chest as he wrestled with the fear that maybe it was too late — that maybe you had moved on, that you were happier without him. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness, didn’t deserve another chance. But he also couldn’t live with the idea of never trying.

The Last Chance

One night, after yet another game that left him feeling emptier than ever, Sukuna found himself standing outside your apartment building. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his breath clouding in the cold night air as he stared up at the window where he knew your light used to shine. Everything in him screamed to turn around, to leave before he made things worse. But he couldn’t. Not this time.

He knocked on your door, his heart hammering so loud he could hear it in his ears. When you opened it, he was struck by how much he had missed you — how seeing your face, even for a moment, sent a shock of warmth through the ice that had settled over his heart.

You stood there, staring at him in disbelief, your expression guarded, but there was a flicker of something in your eyes. Hurt, yes. But also the smallest glimmer of hope.

“I know I don’t deserve to be here,” Sukuna said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, raw. “I know I hurt you, and I can’t take that back. But there’s something I need to tell you, and if you still never want to see me again after this, I’ll walk away for good.”

You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t close the door either. So he continued, the words he should have spoken months ago tumbling out all at once.

“I was a coward,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I thought I could run from what I felt, that I could keep pretending I didn’t need anyone. But I was wrong. I need you. I love you. I’ve always loved you, but I was too scared to admit it, even to myself. And now, I’m standing here, asking — no, begging— for one more chance. Because losing you… it’s the only thing that’s ever made me realize what love really is.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and for a moment, Sukuna thought he had broken you all over again. His chest tightened with fear, and he was ready to turn away, to walk out of your life for good. But then, you spoke, your voice trembling but soft.

“Why now, Sukuna ? Why did it take losing me for you to see ?”

He swallowed hard, his throat burning as he fought to keep his composure. “Because I didn’t know what I had until it was gone. I was selfish, and I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking you for another chance. Let me prove that I can be the man you deserve.”

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you. And then, slowly, you stepped aside, letting the door open just a little wider. Your eyes met his, filled with pain but also a spark of something that hadn’t completely faded.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you whispered.

And in that moment, Sukuna knew he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let you slip away again. He’d hold onto you with everything he had because now he understood — losing you had been the beginning of the end. But maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something new. Something real. Something that could last.

It wasn’t too late after all.

“…Something more “

( ♡ ) pairing : True Form!Sukuna x fem!Goddess!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I was rewatching Naruto Shippunden and Kaguya is my damn favorite Goddess 🙏🏽 and I began to think about making a Sukuna x reader who is like Kaguya so here it is 😋

Much like Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, you possess an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. Your long, flowing [color] hair cascades down your back, shining like moonlight. Your eyes, pearlescent and timeless, hold a serene yet terrifying calm. They give off an unsettling sense of omnipotence, as though you can see into the very soul of anyone who dares to meet your gaze.

You are tall and regal, often adorned in flowing, intricately designed robes that enhance your goddess-like aura. Your beauty is not just physical but seems to embody an ancient, celestial force that makes you feel unreachable, untouchable.

Like Kaguya, your abilities far exceed normal comprehension. You can manipulate dimensions at will, travel between realms, and control chakra or an equivalent form of cursed energy with terrifying precision. Your attacks are vast and destructive, capable of wiping out entire regions with a mere thought.

You command nature, reality, and time itself. To those who encounter you, you are seen as a deity — your power so immense that even the strongest beings, including Sukuna, cannot take you lightly.

You maintain an air of calm detachment, viewing the world and its inhabitants as transient and insignificant compared to your own eternal existence. You are patient, silent, and observe from a distance rather than engage unless absolutely necessary.

Emotions are a foreign concept to you, something you observe but have never truly experienced for yourself. You are calculating, logical, and always think several steps ahead, considering everything from a higher perspective.

While you appear cold and aloof, there is a quiet loneliness deep within you. Being so powerful, so eternal, has left you disconnected from the world and the people in it. There is a longing within you to understand and perhaps experience the warmth that mortals cling to.

Sukuna is drawn to you in ways he can’t quite explain. You are the only person he has encountered who seems genuinely indifferent to his power and status. In fact, your strength easily matches or even surpasses his, and he respects that — though he’d never admit it aloud.

He’s constantly trying to provoke reactions from you, fascinated by your stoic demeanor. Whether through battle or teasing, Sukuna finds it maddening yet exhilarating that you don’t bend to him like others. He’s used to people fearing or admiring him, but you do neither, which piques his interest further.

Over time, Sukuna finds himself not just interested in your power but in you as a being. The mystery of who you are and why you remain so detached makes him want to break through your barriers, to make you feel something, anything, for him.

Over time, you and Sukuna begin to understand one another on a deeper level. Both of you are beings of immense strength, isolated by your power, and feared by those around you. This isolation forms an unspoken bond between you. You each recognize that the other is different — set apart from the world.

Sukuna is fascinated by your calmness and the way you handle yourself in battle, unphased by destruction. You, on the other hand, are intrigued by Sukuna’s chaotic nature, his brashness, and his ability to feel so deeply despite being feared and revered.

The sky above was painted in the colors of dusk, deep oranges fading into inky purples. You stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast landscape beneath you. The wind whispered through your [color] hair, and your pale eyes reflected the serene indifference you felt toward the world. Time, space, life — they were all fleeting.

But there was something — someone — who disrupted that peace.

You felt his presence long before he spoke. Sukuna’s cursed energy was unmistakable, like a shadow that blotted out the light. He approached with his usual swagger, a cocky grin plastered on his face, yet you didn’t turn to face him.

“Staring at the horizon again? You look like you’re waiting for the world to end,” Sukuna teased, standing beside you now. His crimson eyes gleamed as he studied you. Even in moments of silence, there was something about you that captivated him.

You didn’t respond, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, calm and distant.

He hated that indifference. Not because it irritated him, but because it fascinated him. Sukuna was used to reactions — fear, admiration, anger — but with you, there was nothing. You were like a statue carved from the stars, untouchable and beyond mortal understanding.

“I’ve fought countless battles, seen men and gods alike tremble before me. But you… you don’t care about any of it, do you?” His voice was lower now, more serious than usual.

“No,” you finally said, your voice soft but carrying the weight of eternity. “Why should I care for fleeting things?”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “And yet you let me come here. Again and again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were beginning to care.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze for the first time that evening. “You are… different from the others.”

It wasn’t much, but coming from you, it was a revelation. Sukuna felt a flicker of something in his chest—something more than his usual lust for power or destruction. It was fleeting, like the brush of wind, but it was there.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair. “Then what am I to you?”

You didn’t pull away from his touch. For the first time in centuries, you found yourself curious. Not about power, or strength, or the endless void of time, but about him.

“You are… something more.”

Sukuna’s grin faltered for a moment as he took in your words. He hadn’t expected that. For the first time, the great Ryomen Sukuna was caught off guard, and he found himself wanting more of this feeling, this connection with you.

And so, under the fading light of the setting sun, two beings, both feared and revered, found in each other something rare — a connection that transcended their power and their isolation.

The Illness of Us

( ♡ ) pairing : Sukuna Ryomen x significant other!reader

( ♡ ) warning : no gender reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, human reader, Heian era Sukuna, age gap , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : BASSED OFF A ROMANIAN SONG I CRIED ON.

The rain was falling hard, but you barely noticed it anymore. It was just another storm, just another distraction from the silence that had settled between the two of you. You sat on the cold floor of the empty temple where you often found him — alone, brooding, but always watching.

Sukuna stood across from you, his gaze fixed on something you couldn’t see. He was always like this — distant, even when you were right there next to him. His silence had a weight that pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe.

And maybe that was the problem.

He had always been a curse — something twisted and dark that you couldn’t stay away from, no matter how much you tried. He had drawn you in like a moth to flame, and you had burned for him. You still did.

But now… now it felt like the fire was slowly dying.

“Și boala lor era că nu se potriveau…” (and their illness was that they weren’t right for each other)

The illness of your love was that you were never meant for each other. Sukuna was chaos incarnate, a god of destruction who thrived on pain and violence. And you — you were human, fragile in comparison. The two of you had clashed from the very beginning, your love and arguments interwoven into a cycle of hurt and passion, never finding a balance.

“We don’t fit together,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. He didn’t look at you, but his words hit you harder than anything else ever had.

Your heart clenched painfully. You had heard these words before, but this time, they felt final.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, though your voice shook. “I don’t care if we don’t fit. I still—”

“Still what?” he snapped, finally turning to face you, his eyes dark and filled with something you couldn’t name. Anger? Pain? It was always so hard to tell with him. “Still love me?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

You did. You always had.

But that wasn’t enough, and deep down, you knew that. Sukuna was like a poison that had seeped into your veins, corrupting everything good, everything safe. And yet, even now, you couldn’t let him go. No matter how many times he pushed you away, no matter how many times you fought, you always came back to him.

And he let you. He always let you.

“Și se certau și se iubeau…” (and they argued and they loved each other)

You and Sukuna had never had peace. Every moment of tenderness between you was followed by arguments, by rage. He would kiss you like he was devouring you, pulling you close as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered — only to push you away moments later, his words cutting like knives, reminding you that you were human, mortal, something beneath him.

And yet, despite it all, despite the fire and the fury, there were moments — small, fleeting moments — where it felt like you truly saw him. Not the King of Curses, but the man behind the curse. A man who could love, who could feel, even if he would never admit it.

But those moments never lasted. They couldn’t.

“You need to leave,” Sukuna said, his voice softer now, but no less firm. He stepped closer, towering over you, his eyes never leaving yours. “You need to walk away from this.”

You shook your head, tears burning behind your eyes. “I can’t. I won’t.”

His hand reached out, brushing against your cheek in a rare moment of gentleness. His touch was cold, but it was still Sukuna — still the man you had given everything for.

“You’re a fool,” he whispered, though there was no venom in his words this time. “You’re a fool to love me.”

“I know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I do. I always will.”

His expression tightened, something unreadable passing across his face. There was a part of him, buried deep beneath centuries of cruelty, that wanted to love you the way you deserved. But he couldn’t. He never could.

“I don’t deserve you,” Sukuna murmured, his hand falling away from your face. “You’ll only get hurt if you stay.”

He had never said anything like this before. Sukuna had always been proud, never admitting weakness, never admitting that there was anything wrong with the way he was. But now, as he stood in front of you, it was as if the weight of everything — the battles, the blood, the destruction — was finally pressing down on him.

“Then why don’t you let me go?” you asked, your voice breaking.

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, in a voice so low you almost didn’t hear him, he whispered, “Because I can’t.”

“Se iubeau, dar nu se potriveau.” (they loved each other but weren’t right for each other)

That was the truth of it. He loved you, in his own twisted way, but it would never be enough. He would never change. You would always clash, always fight, always fall apart only to come back together again, trapped in a cycle that neither of you could escape from.

Sukuna’s eyes softened, just for a moment, as he took a step back. “I want you to move on,” he said, his voice strained. “I want you to live without me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him that you didn’t care, that you would rather be with him, broken as it was, than live without him. But the words died in your throat as you saw the pain in his eyes — the real, raw pain that he never let anyone see.

“I’ll only ruin you,” he continued, his gaze hardening. “You deserve more than this.”

You wanted to scream at him, to tell him that you didn’t care. But deep down, you knew he was right. You had always known. This was a love that would destroy you in the end.

But how could you leave him, when every part of you still loved him?

Sukuna turned away from you, his form dissolving into the shadows as the storm outside raged on. He didn’t say goodbye — he never did. But this time, something told you it was different.

This time, he was letting you go.

And as the rain pounded against the temple walls, you realized with a heavy heart that he had never been the one keeping you trapped.

It had always been you.

Yandere mafia sukuna au ( Jujutsu Kaisen ) maybe he falls for his favourite waitress who works at his favourite bar or cafe?

Yandere Mafia Boss! Sukuna

tw: Yandere Themes, Mafia Themes, Crime, Attempted Assault (Not by Sukuna), Violence, Broke Reader, Obsession, Possessive Behaviour, Usage of Curse Words, Mentions of Killings, Child Neglect, Punishment, Starvation, Abuse, Branding, Themes of Captivity

a/n: Okay, so this turned out darker than I intended it to be but this reflects more on how I think Yandere! Sukuna acts so it is what it is. Also, I used a new style of writing here lmk what y’all think.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna is a cruel man. The head of the infamous Ryomen crime family. An illegitimate child of his father, the former head, and a one of his many mistresses, Sukuna’s childhood was miserable. His father tossed him and his mother out on to the streets. He was forced to watch as his mother suffered in agony, too poor to afford the medicine she needed. The day of her funeral, his father came to take him in, not even sparing him a glance. From that day onwards, Sukuna swore to never allow himself to be weak again. And he kept that vow, clawing and killing his way to the top. Then when the time came, Sukuna rose up against his father and took control of the Ryomen Mafia, massacring anything and anyone who stood in his way.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna owns the entire city, having expanded exponentially since he took over. He has the media, the police, even the mayor in his pocket. Anyone who isn’t is too afraid to act against him. They’ve seen what happens to those who do. The city has an order, an order that is dictated by Sukuna. You’ve lived in this city all your life. And you’re desperate to get out of the cesspool of crime and corruption that takes place there. But you can’t do that, not yet at least. Hell, you can barely pay rent. So begrudgingly, you start to work at one of Sukuna’s many clubs. You hate it there, the uniform is too damn small; although you’re not really sure you call a pair of shorts that barely cover your ass, a top that squeezes your chest painfully, thigh-high leather boots, and fishnets a uniform, the leering gazes from perverts, and your shitty manager. But hey, the pay is decent and your dignity probably wasn’t worth that much anyways.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna boredly watches the club’s scenery. His men holler and hoot at the stripper who dances on the pole in front of them. Sukuna honestly couldn’t possibly care less. Same old dancers, same old expensive liquor, same old tarts trying to tempt him. Seriously, is there nothing exciting anymore? Has his city run dry of entertainment? Sighing irritably, Sukuna leaves, there’s nothing for him here anyways. Slinking through the backdoor of the V.I.P lounge and into an alway for a smoke. That’s when he sees you, dressed in your delicious little uniform. You’re cornered, by a low-level goon of his who just earned a promotion. Sukuna couldn’t be bothered to learn his name. He rolls his eyes, intelligence was so hard to come by these days. This idiot was trying to assault some unfortunate server in the clubs employ instead of taking one of the more well-versed participants of the act he was forcefully soliciting.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna goes to step in, that is until to kick the guy in the balls. Sukuna stares in utter shock and amusement. Who knew you had that in you? The goon howls in pain and snarls at you, promising a world of pain. Suddenly, your angry demeanour is gone, replaced by one of terror. You back up and prepare to flee. Then, Sukuna swoops in, effectively knocking the goon out from behind. He asks if you’re alright and gives his arm to hold onto so you can calm yourself. You steady your breath and thank him profusely. Sukuna coolly offers to walk you back to your car, a beat-up rusted thing, much to your embarrassment. You thank him once more before climbing into your car and driving off, leaving Sukuna intrigued.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna who’s had his interest peaked. He’s intrigued by you, that fiesty and kind spirit of yours provided him with the greatest entertainment he’s seen in years! Sukuna has his most trusted associates stalk keep tabs on you. He learns everything there is to know about, your hobbies, your likes, your dislikes, your medical information, your favourite food, even what time you go to sleep. As he delves deeper into the rabbit hole of obsession, Sukuna begins to follow you himself. A master at the act, Sukuna watches you, anytime he can. He watches you interact with the world. The way you cheerfully greet the owner of the small convenience store you frequent. How your laugh sounds as though it is a symphony from the greatest composers when you’re with your friends. The teasing smile you offer to a particularly attractive coworker that stopped coming into to work for some unknown reason the next day. And by god, Sukuna swears, you’re perfection. And he deserves nothing less.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna owns this city, so by default he owns you too. And it’s time to bring his prized possession home. Carefully, Sukuna, organizes your disappearance return to him. Anyone who’ll miss you is either bought off or scared off. The police couldn’t care less, after all, what’s one missing server to the amount of cash that they’ll be earning. And so finally, it’s time. You’re walking back to your dingy apartment, you were let go on the orders of Sukuna. He couldn’t bare to let anyone else see you in that number which was your uniform. Strangely enough, the stingy landlord allowed you to remain there, sweating and shaking as he did so. You suspiciously began to look for other jobs, because you didn’t trust the guy, but nobody was hiring. And then suddenly, like a switch, your landlord flipped and demanded that you pay all the accumulated rent. You furiously began to look and apply for jobs but was rejected every time. You’d just been rejected once more, leaving you dejected and walking back home; you had to sell your beaten up car to try and pay back your landlord. Too engrossed in your misery, you didn’t notice the men trailing you. Swiftly, one came up behind you. He quickly grabbed you and placed a chloroform cloth up to your mouth and nose before you had a chance to react. You went out like a light and the men loaded you up in a van to be delivered to their boss.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna is incredibly pleased to finally have you. You’re unconscious, tucked under the expensive sheets on the luxurious bed within the extravagant room Sukuna prepared for you. Sukuna hums as he gently holds your chin, tilting it up with four fingers, using his thumb to softly rub circles on your cheek, then tracing it down to your lips. You look so serene, steady, slow, breaths, your hair splayed across the pillows, and wearing the customized silk pyjamas he bought for you. You’re finally where you belong, with him. When you awake, you’re confused. Your bed has never felt this soft before. Then you look around the room, this isn’t your room. Panicking, you try to jump out of the bed, only to find that you’re bound to the bed with chains, the cuffs are padded softly though. You pull at the chains but your efforts remain fruitless.

“So you’ve finally awaken, hm?”

Freezing upon hearing that slightly familiar voice, you turn your gaze towards the directions of its owner. Your eyes widened and your throat dried, it was the man who saved you.

“You! Did you do this to me?!” You demanded as his eyes bored into yours.

“As in returning you to where you belong? Yes, I did.”

“What the hell are you talking about,” you snarled.

“Quite,” he ordered, dropping his neutral tone for a more menacing one. “You’re mine, I saved you didn’t I? You should repay the favour.”

“Let me go!” You cry, struggling with all your might. “Please,” you beg as you finally break, beginning to sob.

“Enough, there’s no need for that. As long as you behave, you’ll be rewarded.” Your captor says gruffly before stalking out of the room, leaving you to wail and beg for release.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna stays true to his word. As long as you ‘behave’ or do as he says, you live better than you ever could’ve. You eat gourmet food and drink rich, costly alcohol; that you consume in copious amounts in an effort to forget where you are and how you got there. Your wardrobe, although chosen to be suited to Sukuna’s taste rather than yours, is filled with luxurious clothes and items you never would’ve been able to afford. Yet nobody can put a price on freedom, and to be free is all you want. Any escape attempt is futile, you cannot bribe the guards meticulously watching you. And even if you were to slip past the guards eyes, you’d be caught in a number of minutes. All that results in is the torture and murder of guards and in you being punished.

Mafia Boss! Sukuna takes a sadistic pleasure in punishing you. Of course, he likes when you’re docile but he adores your fiesty spirit. It’s really more of an ownership thing to be honest. Nobody else can touch you; Sukuna is the king of the world and you are his consort, his and his only. His to love and his to punish. Punishments can range from starvation to broken bones, all fit in accordance with his mood. But don’t worry, none of it is permanent. Well, most of it isn’t permanent, the brand labeled ‘Property of Sukuna’ looks absolutely gorgeous burned into your skin! Oh, how delicious your cries and pleas were. Otherwise, Sukuna is wonderful towards you, all your wishes, save your freedom, are granted. You live in comfort, it only being cast aside for Sukuna’s pleasure. Afterall, he’s your saviour, so shouldn’t you be a bit more considerate?