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"I'm you."

Geto Sugauru ☆

“this character is dead” to you maybe. I don't know where y'all live but I live in denial

gojo off jujutsu kaisen

I'm honestly surprised this came out so well-

Toge Inumaki from Jujutsu Kaisen

(sorry I haven't posted for a while, been kinda busy-)

ryomen sukuna masterlist

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drabbles:

criminal boyfriend sukuna drabbles + NSFW version w/bonus

what would modern!sukuna be like if he had a crush? (ask)

fics:

a deal with the devil (finished) + part two + part three - you have to make a mutually beneficial agreement with the king of curses. where are you a year later?

criminal sukuna drabbles

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criminal sukuna who never hid his life of crime from you. the two of you were friends first, and he refused to ever take it further without you understanding the dangerous life he led. when it didn't scare you off, he made sure to always tell you everything he could, even if he thought it might be a little intense for a normal civilian. he wanted to be honest with you, to make sure you didn't feel like half of him was a secret.

criminal sukuna who occasionally gets arrested. he has a pot of money hidden on top of the kitchen cabinets, reserved for bailing him out. every time, he has the faint concern that you might not bother this time, that you might be fed up of dealing with him. but, every time, you're the first one there in the morning, sliding the cash over the counter and hugging him as soon as the bars slide open.

criminal sukuna who didn't want to meet your parents because he was worried they'd think he was bad for you. he knew he looked exactly like the criminal he was: face tattoos, formidable size, scowling expression. even his clothes. he stalled meeting them for as long as he possibly could, and when he couldn't stall anymore he made sure you were prepared for it to go badly.

criminal sukuna who your parents end up liking. his appearance only made their eyes widen for a moment, and sukuna realised pretty quickly that you had taken measures to make sure this went well (your parents had seen dozens of pictures of your boyfriend, including silly ones to ease any apprehension they had).

criminal sukuna who finds himself manning the barbecue at a family gathering, apron and all. your extended family coming over to him to get their food and greeting him with welcoming smiles instead of fear. your little cousins even spray him with a water guns, unafraid of the huge man flipping burgers.

criminal sukuna who likes to lay in bed with you, one arm around your body to hold you tight. he always holds you protectively, his embrace caging you to his body. he likes to keep one hand free to touch you, usually tracing your features and your hairline.

criminal sukuna who likes when you touch him, too. the two of you have a game of spotting what's different about him after 'jobs', to make the pain of his criminal life a little lesser. the ease with which you spot every new scratch and scrape always makes him want to kiss you. he rarely denies himself the pleasure.

criminal sukuna who is planning for the future. for your future, your future together. he doesn't plan to keep doing crime forever. every job he does is strategic, and the money is going straight into a bank account you don't know about. it's the only secret he keeps from you, and he doesn't plan to keep it for much longer.

criminal sukuna who is going to use the money to buy a ring. he's saved enough for the two of you to move to a nicer area, to buy a nicer home. enough for him to quit this life and take as long as he needs to find a job that will take him with his record. he wants to do something legitimate and prove to you that you were right to stay by his side for all these years.

criminal sukuna who, despite his tough exterior, only really dreams of a peaceful life with you. he thinks about cooking with you when he's in trouble. he thinks about your smile when he's stuck far away.

criminal sukuna who loves you more than anything, and not-so-secretly makes sure to protect you and your peace at any cost.

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{nsfw version up now w/bonus!!! link here}

{i absolutely adore soft!sukuna... i don't care if it's delusion at this point, he's secretly the biggest fattest lover in the world}

ryomen sukuna masterlist

sukuna - a deal with the devil pt. 1/3

{to save shibuya, you have to make a mutually beneficial agreement with the king of curses. will he even let you live long enough to try?} 5k words

notes: the reader has an illusion-based curse technique, it's only mentioned once or twice.

warnings: violence, cursing

part one + part two + part three

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Sukuna saw himself as a simple man. He had spent his lifetime working towards becoming the King of Curses. He'd achieved that, and then died. And then he'd had the chance to inspire the fear he hadn't been able to in the Heian period when he was brought back as a curse. 

The first thing he did when he finally managed to consume the pathetic vessel he was in, which was nothing compared to that stupid brave kid he'd been contained in before, was look at his hands. He looked how he'd looked as a human, and his hands were no different. They were strong, powerful, sculpted. Ringed off by the bands of black around his wrists. Hands capable of so much.

Fire!

He let out a laugh as he watched the buildings around him go up in flames. All this effort that humans had put into building these strange, blank cubes of business and residence. All of it, crashing down around him. It was so nice of them to provide a playground for him to get used to his body again.

"Oh, that's not great."

You all turned to look at Satoru, collectively giving him the dirtiest look you could. He rolled his eyes defensively.

"What? We were all thinking it."

Kento took off his blazer and began rolling up his sleeves. "We need to form a plan, now. Before his destruction reaches the populated areas we haven't managed to evacuate. Ijichi and the other managers can't work faster than the King of Curses himself."

Suguru looked at Satoru. "Can you hollow purple him, or something?"

"He won't let me get close enough," Satoru replied. "He won't let any of us get close enough. Our best chance would be managing to surprise attack him, catch him off guard, and then try and win a domain battle."

Suguru frowned. "Do any of us have a domain strong enough?"

You shook your head. "It's more about how long we could keep him in it before he notices. I don't see how we're going to catch someone like him off guard."

Satoru was silent for a few moments. Then he smiled at you. It was the wide, disconcerting smile that Suguru had let him believe was charming. You only got it when he wanted something. You crossed your arms over your chest and waited. "What if... we use you?"

There was a beat of silence. Then Kento nodded slightly. "Use an illusion big enough to catch him off guard. We do have the benefit of your technique not existing in the Heian era. He's unlikely to be able to identify it swiftly."

Suguru nodded. "It could plausibly catch him off guard. You'd have to get his attention and then cast it. And we could decide our strategy differently that way. We could just throw everything at him at once, if you could distract him enough."

You sighed, not hiding that you disliked this plan. "If I die, it's on your fucking hands."

Satoru’s hand hit your back, presumably in a gesture that was meant to be reassuring instead of just wind you. "Don't ask me to pay for your funeral."

And so, while Sukuna was wreaking general havoc across Shibuya, thoroughly enjoying himself, you were reluctantly wandering out into the desolate streets by yourself. You had been pretty resigned to your fate when it was presented to you, but the nerves were starting to hit you full force. Still, you managed to force your feet forwards. About half of Shibuya had been evacuated. Sukuna was heading towards the half that was still populated. You headed towards the abandoned parts so that, when you caught his attention, your probable death wouldn't result in the direct death of hundreds of civilians.

Once you were standing there, you found yourself at a slight loss of what to do. How did you get the attention of someone like the King of Curses? How did you do it in a way that wasn't so similar to a buzzing mosquito that he killed you without looking?

At a lack of anything else to do, you focussed your energy and used your curse technique. You manipulated the concrete in front of you. You made it into a giant arrow pointing downwards and waved it around, grunting slightly at the force it required to move. It was stupid, but you couldn't think of anything else.

You were just beginning to think that it hadn't worked when you felt an overwhelming wave of power. It stunned you for a second. You had never felt this kind of cursed energy before, in such a copious amount. It was obvious that, even though he'd been using all three of his attacks, he was still operating at full force. It was like it didn't even make a difference to him.

Sukuna had to laugh. He jumped down in front of you, watching the arrow melt back into the road. Then he saw you and just burst into laughter. He didn't even bother attacking. 

"Wonderful plan," he chuckled. "Are you fucking stupid? You're the most pathetic sorcerer I've seen all day, and I'm going to destroy you. This is all they have to send me?" He looked up at the sky, hands raised as though he was waiting for a more significant threat to be delivered.

You were rooted in place, briefly wondering if you should be praying or something before he turns around and cleaves you in half. Sukuna turned to look at you again. He was walking casually back and forth, as though his overabundant energy extended to physical. His restlessness almost made him seem like one of your friends, like he was just a normal, slightly overpowered sorcerer. Almost.

"Ah, perhaps this is some sort of trap," he mused. You were terrified, that much was obvious, but he could see the cursed energy rolling off of you. You weren't pathetic. He had misjudged that. But he knew it didn't matter, not to him. You could throw everything you had at him amidst the most well-orchestrated plan in history. He'd still laugh as it fell around him. Because he was stronger, and that was the simple fact of the matter. "I almost pity you."

You managed to force yourself to take a small step forward. The tiny motion broke the seal and you felt your nerves sliding away a little. Still there, ever present, but much less so. It wasn't debilitating anxiety now. You were pretty sure you were about to die, but you were determined to at least do something for the people you cared about before you did.

"The King of Curses."

It was a redundant statement and made you feel stupid as soon as you'd said it. But they were words, and they were words addressed to him. That was enough for him to look at you properly.

"I thought that the King of Curses had, like, four arms and shit," you forced yourself to continue. "And two faces. And, like, a mouth on your stomach."

He didn't leap at you, or start shooting out that stream of fire like before. He crossed his arms and laughed. Laughed because he was a little unsure of what you were doing, and because he still felt sure he could kill you in an instant if he wanted to.

"I guess that you're just not as scary as everybody thinks," you shrugged.

You'd loosened your hands as well as your tongue. From the first word you'd spoken, you had started to let out a steady stream of cursed energy. Luckily for you, you hadn't been fully containing it in your nervous state anyway, so the shift to utilising it wasn't obvious.

And he wasn't noticing.

"I heard that nobody was scared of you at all during the Heian period."

Your fingers twitched slightly, the illusion beginning to subtly take shape around the two of you. You were trying to keep it unnoticeable, but elements had to change for it to be an actual illusion. The buildings were changing shade of grey, the lamps were dulling, the road was becoming black instead of blue. He still wasn't noticing.

"That, compared to the sorcerers of your time, you really weren't anything special."

He looked irritated, but he was still looking at you like you'd look at a fly landing on your arm. He was holding up his hand, ready to strike the bug away, completely unaware that the fly could slip out from under his hand just in time.

And, as you stifled your astonishment that he really isn't noticing, you realised that maybe you could switch the plan slightly to make it easier for the others. You thought of something even more insulting to say so that he wouldn't notice your hands moving as you expanded your domain.

"I guess that's why you're back again, huh? Because you can ease your inferiority complex by attacking defenceless humans, and convince yourself that you're strong and powerful and the King of Curses. Ha, third time's the charm, I guess."

He felt a surge of anger at how perceptive your words were, even though you had no idea who he really was. "You insolent-" Sukuna cut himself off. His eyes narrowed as he looked around. "No," he muttered. "No." Surely... Surely not?

Now that he had realised that he was trapped inside of your domain, you didn't have to manage your cursed energy output so that it remained unnoticeable. You forced more energy out, broadening the boundaries to their maximum. Your domain was the perfect domain for this, you had to admit. It was constantly shifting, so even though he'd registered that he was trapped, you could keep him slightly disoriented. And, since it was barrierless and also an illusion, the only way out of it was to run and hope you reached the edge. You couldn't see Sukuna taking that option because it would seem too cowardly for the King of Curses.

Slowly, Sukuna's eyes met yours. They flashed red and you felt your heart drop. You couldn't do sophisticated attacks and also hold him in here, it was just too much. Especially since you didn't know if the others were going to be able to interject anytime soon. All you had to do was keep him inside the domain for long enough to fall unconscious under the weight of the cursed energy. It seemed unfamiliar enough to him that he didn't have a massively high tolerance, but you couldn't see him losing it just yet.

He started to walk towards you. His movements were slow, but wide, like a cat stalking a mouse. It was hard to believe that you held the power in this situation, but you forced yourself to trust it. It was the only way this would work.

You let him get close. And then, hoping a juvenile attack would catch him off guard, you leapt at him. Sukuna was already wary of you, confused and disoriented by your slow and steady attack. Seeing you literally pouncing on him made him stop short. And, because he was so sure he could toss you off, he didn't react fast enough. Because now you were literally on the King of Curses' back, arms around his neck. He couldn't fucking shake you off.

"What are you-"

Your legs wrapped firmly around his broad frame, ensuring that you couldn't be tossed off. And then you narrowed the domain, focussing everything in the concentrated space the two of you were in. Sukuna's hand had just wrapped around your wrist, either with the intention of straight up snapping it or just throwing you off, both of which should've been effortless for him. And then he fell unconscious.

"Ah-" You fell directly on top of him as he slumped to the ground.

You were too tired to roll off him, so you just stayed slumped over his body. You released your domain. Your friends were already surrounding you. After the initial few seconds of stunned silence as they registered that you were literally on top of the King of Curses, they began to celebrate.

Kento pulled you onto your feet and let you lean against him as you regained your energy. Satoru beamed at you and gave you a quick hug. Suguru patted you on the head while Satoru jumped up and down in a circle around Sukuna's body. You smiled weakly as you watched them. Then, resting your hand on the loop of Kento's arm because you really felt like you were going to collapse, you spoke up.

"Um- I don't think he's going to stay unconscious for that long, so I'd form a plan, if I were you guys."

Your words, necessary as they were, definitely killed the vibe. Satoru deflated and everybody else looked at Sukuna's body. Suguru spoke up first.

"We could just... kill him."

None of you had wanted to say it, but it was a plausible option. It seemed like a pretty good option, actually.

Kento was the first to agree with Suguru's plan out loud. "I think that's a good idea. Safest to do it while he’s unconscious.." He let out a conflicted sigh. "I don't love the idea of doing it like this, but I think that waiting for him to wake up and then attacking would be a foolish idea."

Suguru nodded. "Satoru, you’re quiet."

Satoru looked up, smiling slightly. "That's because I have another suggestion." He looked at you, then pointed just in case there was any confusion about who he was addressing (there wasn't). "You just took down the King of Curses."

You chewed your lip, then added, "Temporarily."

"Sure. But you did it. And I firmly believe that, had anybody else been down there, even with your cursed technique and the exact same plan, it wouldn't have worked."

There was a pause as you frowned at him. "Why would that be the case?"

Satoru shrugged. "I don't know. But that's what I think. I don't think he would've listened to anyone else."

Suguru quietly added, "Not for long enough to lose, anyway."

Kento started to nod, seeing Satoru's point. You still didn't see what his plan was. "What does that matter now, though, ‘toru?"

"He listened to you enough to lose. Maybe we could..." He tilted his head slightly. "Maybe we could use that. Use him."

For the second time that day, you were left on your own with the King of Curses. At least he was unconscious this time. Not that it felt like a huge consolation when the whole point of this plan was to wait for him to wake up.

You were kneeling beside him, nervously tapping your fingers on the floor. Just waiting. You felt like a sitting duck. The plan was that, as soon as he showed signs of waking, you expanded your domain again and trapped him inside. Just like the plan earlier, you were convinced it was going to go wrong. Luck didn't feel like it was on your side. You wished that they could have come up with a better plan. You hadn't loved Suguru's proposition, but it beat this.

The others were busy helping with the evacuation. It turned out that Sukuna's attacks hadn't been the only ones in Shibuya, and while everyone's focus was on him, some lower grade cursed spirits had escaped. Nobody had died yet. Your friends were making sure that fact didn't change.

You sighed, looking down at Sukuna's body again. It was strange to know he was so powerful, yet sit beside him like this and be fine. You could get a good look at him like this. He was big, bigger than even Kento.. Solid. Every part of him seemed as strong as it could be. But, slumped against the concrete, he didn't look so severe. You had fought with people that lost their shit in fights enough times to know his laughing wasn't entirely sincere, so it was nice to get a look at him candidly. He kind of just looked... blank. Like his body was a vessel for destruction, and when it wasn't doing that, there wasn't enough him to actually fill it up. He could have been dead and you didn't know how different he would truly look.

Your eyes were on him the entire time. You knew that you hadn't missed a single flicker in his expression, no eye twitch or parting of lips or any sign that he was about to wake up. But, one second he was asleep, and then next his eyes were on yours.

For a moment, your heart stuttered in your chest. You were frozen again, but for a different reason than before. His eyes bored into yours. They weren't quite as red as you had thought they were, more of an autumnal orange. And they were narrow, almost lazily opened, like he truly didn't care about anything. Even though you knew he must, you knew that this couldn't have ever happened to him before.

He didn't say anything. But when he sat up and just looked at you, it was pretty obvious what was happening. More obvious when his arms crossed over his broad chest and he lifted his eyebrows slightly. After a long few seconds of your stunned silence, he spoke up.

"Well? Are you going to do it, or should I just kill you on the spot? I have a feeling I'll enjoy killing you."

Your lips parted and you stared at him. But you lifted your hands and expanded your domain again, because what the fuck else were you meant to do? It took a little longer than before. Most sorcerers couldn't expand their domains more than once in a day, but you could as long as you had the energy and focus. You were swiftly running out of both.

Sukuna clicked his tongue, rising to his feet. You tried to do the same, but your body was too fatigued. You stayed kneeling and tried to conserve your energy as best as you could so, when you needed to stand, you could. He paced in front of you for a while, inspecting your domain. Then he turned to you. The only reaction he had to realising you were still kneeling was a slight raise of his eyebrows again.

"So, puny sorcerer... What the fuck are you doing? Who do you think you are? Have I been gone for so long that sorcerers have become this incredibly cocky?" He glared at you. "You may have bested me for a moment, but I could still squash you where you stand. Kneeling only makes the punishment more fitting." When you didn't say anything, he continued. "What is your plan? What purpose does my suffering in your presence serve, other than to prolong your inevitable death?"

You looked at him blankly for a few seconds. Then you looked down at your hands and spoke. "They didn't tell me what to say, so I'll just tell you the truth."

There was a beat of silence as you expected him to interrupt you, and he didn't because he was a little surprised by your words.

"The plan is to use you. To hold you here and... bring you over to our side, so to speak." You turned your hands over, inspecting them. You've never come out of a fight this unscathed before. How ironic that it was with the King of Curses himself. "You have immense power, more than anybody we have. But, combined, our sorcerers can still take you down. I did it, and I'm not the strongest sorcerer."

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you believe that honesty will convince me? You are far more foolish than I thought you were."

You hesitated. The sensible thing to do next would be to list the benefits, to show him why he should want this arrangement. But nobody had told you any, because everyone was so focussed on how it could benefit you. After a pause, you frowned slightly and did your best.

"You must feel like your power has plateaued," you said, half-guessing. "You must feel like you've reached the peak, and that this is as far as your power can go. But things are different in the jujutsu world than they were in the Heian era. Take my technique, for example. We have no idea when it originated, but there was no version of it in your era. There are a few techniques like that. And, since the birth of Gojo Satoru, the whole landscape has changed. You could grow further, learn from observing a whole new breed of sorcerer."

Sukuna said nothing, but his interest was piqued more than he'd admit. You were right. He loved the simplicity of breaking people and things, but wasn't there more to this whole thing? He'd done this. He'd already burned down buildings, used Cleave and Dismantle until he could do it in his sleep. Maybe there would be some use in watching the sorcerers of the modern age. 

You took his silence to mean that he wasn't convinced, and so you tried to think of another benefit. "You can benefit from socially acceptable protection," you told him. "You might not think you need protection, that everyone else needs protection from you, but this arrangement is going to require you to be cooperative. If you just agree to that, you're going to end up being exploited. Even if you benefit from it, you're the King of Curses, you shouldn't be at the mercy of them. I'm respected enough and strong enough to provide that protection for you." After you'd finished talking, it faintly registered what you had just offered, but you pushed it out of your mind. You were doing what you needed to do.

There was another lull. Sukuna was genuinely astounded by what you had just said. Not only at the prospect of being protected by some modern sorcerer, but at the idea that you would actually offer that to him.

"Hey, also," your voice suddenly grew far more casual and you looked up, meeting his eye. Sukuna was already fiercely watching you, but he knew the slight surprise at your tone probably registered on his face. "Don't you want to just kind of see what's going on in the world these days? Like, it's been a thousand years, man. So much has changed. You have all this power, but haven't you done everything that you want to do? Don't you want to kind of.. chill out? Do some stupid stuff, some trivial stuff? Explore the world and not have to constantly be thinking about who you're going to murder next, or whatever?"

He shouldn't have listened to a word you said, but he did. And then, because he was still Sukuna, and because it had been a long time since he'd had a real conversation with anyone, he used his well-practiced tactic of turning the tables.

"Tell me, puny sorcerer, why are you letting them guide your actions? Why do you so willingly give over your strings to your puppet-masters?"

He waited for a beat, let it sink in as you looked up at him. Sukuna doubted that it was going to be easy to manipulate you. You were clearly good at thinking on your feet. So, just like you had, he manipulated the truth to his favour, and tried to ignore it when he realised there was very little manipulation in his words at all.

"What grade are you, fool?"

"Special grade."

He nodded. He'd guessed as much. "You have all this power, this unique and versatile technique, and you're allowing it to be guided by another's hand? Are you completely stupid?" Sukuna's eyes flicked between yours. He was still trying to figure out if you were only able to hold his eye contact because you were terrified, or if you were so worn out that your nerves had faded. "Would you not like freedom? Autonomous power? Whether your whims be destruction or life-giving, should it not be your choice? Shouldn't you embrace the power at the core of you?"

You tilted your head slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. And- And who's going to give that to me? You?"

Maybe it was that he'd only been in the modern age for an hour, but the sarcasm went right over Sukuna's head. "Yes, fool, me. You yourself acknowledged the power I hold, far superior to any sorcerer you know. Who else could grant you that?"

Both of you stopped. Stared at each other. And, simultaneously, you both realised that the other had a point.

Because... yeah. Destruction did come easily to Sukuna. It took hardly more effort than walking. But it got tedious. He felt like, no matter the sorcerer he was fighting, the city he was destroying, it had all become the same. And, as much as he had always wanted power, he had never wanted stagnancy. The appeal of his power was meant to be that it was exciting. What use did it have if it no longer thrilled him?

It would be a surprisingly welcome change to give it a break. He had never given himself a chance to try the other parts of being a sorcerer. Even while he was a human, his focus had just been on building his power. And, once he'd achieved that, the immense strength he'd held had meant he couldn't just live as a normal sorcerer. Yeah, maybe the Heian era had been so full of horror and cursed spirits that nobody had truly feared him. But if he had just wandered the streets, he would have gotten three paces before he was engaged in another fight.

He could do the things that he'd never had a chance to. Actually live somewhere, permanently. He could discover new things about life, things that had changed since he was roaming the earth. He could travel, buy things, live.

And, on your knees a few paces away, you were also realising that... yeah. You were exploited a lot of the time. Just like Satoru, you were powerful, which meant that people were very focussed on making sure you were on side. But the value was in your skill, not in your personhood.

Like Shoko, your cursed technique made you indispensable. You were more versatile than most people, had the endurance to withstand more damage before you had to be pulled from the field. And they took advantage of it. It had been you they'd sent out to confront the King of Curses, hadn't it?

You were rare enough to be coveted, but not enough to be given anything in return. And the dissatisfaction had been building in you for a long while. Sukuna's words had just... brought it to the forefront. And they'd provided a solution, something you hadn't even thought to consider. The option to just... stop it. Could it really just stop?

But, as much as living appealed to Sukuna, and no longer being treated like a cursed tool appealed to you, both of you couldn't look past the looming fact that you couldn't trust each other.

Sukuna was the King of Curses. He was probably going to kill you as soon as he was out of your domain. He'd probably been drooling about your head falling away from your body since he'd laid eyes on you. 

And, if he doesn't kill you like he knows he should, you're probably just laying down more parts of an elaborate trap. You were probably buying his trust so that one of the other sorcerers could kill him while you caught him off guard again. And-

Sukuna's eyes met yours. And, as you looked up at him, it became glaringly apparent that your paranoid thoughts were mirroring each other. Because if you don't trust him, and he doesn't trust you, and both of you are refusing to trust the other because you're so convinced that the other will betray you, isn't there an obvious solution.

"It might make sense for us to make a binding vow-"

"Get on your feet and make a binding vow-"

He scowled at you. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. But you rose to your feet. You took a step forward and he mirrored you. You stuck your hand out and he clasped it in his, his grip as strong as you knew it would be. It was slightly painful, but you didn't let it show on your face. You weren't sure he was doing it on purpose, anyway.

Once he released your hand, you withdrew your domain. Sukuna didn't kill you. No other sorcerers jumped out to kill him while his guard was lowered.

You turned to look at him. Sukuna looked right back at you. This was the first time in either of your lives that you'd been forced to trust someone like this. It wasn't technically out of necessity, because he could've gone back to destroying Shibuya if he wanted, and you could try to kill him again if you wanted, but it was the truly rational decision for both of you.

And, beyond the pragmatism, it was kind of nice to trust someone. Sukuna had to admit that he'd never been able to trust someone before, not beyond Uraume. This was very different to that. 

You had your friends, of course, and you knew that they were never intentionally exploiting you. They all suffered too. But you had never had an ally like this before, someone that, sure, was acting mostly for his own benefit, but that had absolutely no reason to betray you beyond whimsy.

It wasn't awful.

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i hope you enjoyed my first proper part of a fic on this account! already we are not operating at true sukuna levels of violence but i can't resist writing my man a little soft. he's gonna get softer, trust. part 2 and 3 in editing.

sukuna - a deal with the devil pt. 2/3

{in the aftermath of your agreement with the king of curses, you find your alliance becoming more personal than either of you expected} 5.8k words

part one + part two + part three

notes: kind of OC sukuna because he's way too lenient and soft with you

warnings: cursing

tags: @missroro

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Sukuna sat down on the concrete, one leg propped up. You sat down opposite him, leaving a healthy amount of space between you. The two of you needed to figure out how this arrangement was going to work, and that meant being open with each other. You started.

"In the jujutsu world, I'm not exactly as much of an insider as my friends are," you told him honestly. "I try to follow their moral code, but it's no secret that I don't agree with a lot of it. I cross lines pretty often, get into trouble with the higher-ups. I think, if I didn't associate with the people I did, I'd probably have been executed a long time ago." You looked down at your hands. "I wasn't meant to actually... help you. Just manipulate you enough and provide just enough benefits to win you over. But I don't want to do that, because it doesn't have to be done like that. And I- I think that you recognise that, too."

Sukuna listened in silence. Up until then, he hadn't been able to identify what it was about you that kept catching him off guard. Now, he knew. It was your sincerity. When was the last time someone was sincere to him? Even Uraume wasn't entirely sincere, because of their stifling obsequiousness. So the last time someone had looked at him and spoken completely honestly and sincerely was probably never.

When you finished talking, Sukuna didn't argue. He took his turn fairly.

"Before I was incarnated in this form, I was a sorcerer, like you. Stronger, much stronger. The Heian era was a much harsher world than the one you live in, so my strength increased rapidly. Then I died. Then I was a cursed spirit. And now I'm me again." His expression shifted in a scowl as he continued. "During your foolish attempts to antagonise me, you mentioned my four arms, which I still retain. My true form is still present if I wish it to be, and so are my cursed techniques." He paused, then looked you dead in the eye. "If I see fit, I will kill you in an instant. A binding vow will not stop me from doing that."

He didn't know what response he expected, but the nod he received wasn't it. And he couldn't stop the thought that ran through his head: He knew for certain that he was not going to kill you. Ever. He didn't know exactly why, but he knew that with conviction.

"Okay." You inhaled, then exhaled. Then you turned your palm up, as though you were offering him something. "We have to determine the kind of dynamic we're going to have."

"I will maintain absolute power."

"I don't think you will, though."

"Sorcerer, you should watch your tone when you address me, or you may find yourself without a tongue to backchat with."

"King, you might think I'm an idiot, but I'm not so much of an idiot that I don't realise that this is a mutually beneficial situation."

"Your death would be mutually beneficial."

"What would be mutually beneficial would be an equal partnership."

"I must admit, I'm a little impressed that you said that with a straight face."

The bickering made you sigh and you leaned back on your hands. "The other sorcerers aren't going to let you out of my sight regardless. What I should really be suggesting is that I hold the power, but I'm not stupid. Equality is the fairest way to do it."

He stared you down for a long few moments. Then he let out a huff, turning his head and looking down the road. "If there is an instance where violence is necessary, it falls into my jurisdiction."

You were just as amazed as he was that he had just agreed to that, but you had the sense to talk before he could change his mind. "If there's negotiation, then I should get to do it."

"I don't want to talk to juvenile, weak sorcerers, anyway." He sounded petulant. He looked it, too.

"We should share information back and forth," you added, "to make sure this works properly."

Sukuna looked back at you. "Currently, we're establishing a structure of co-dependence." He waited for you to argue. When you just nodded in acknowledgement, he carried on. "The usual barrier to co-dependence is a lack of reciprocity."

"So, we need a sort of constant flow between us," you nodded. "A continued stream of back and forth."

"Information, opinion, and intention," he nodded.

You held his gaze for a moment, then rose to your feet. "I think we should go and talk to the others. Before they come looking for us."

Sukuna stood too. It was going to take him a while to get used to someone using 'we' and 'us' in reference to him. "I suppose there's nothing they could say that would allow me to massacre every one of them without breaking our agreement?"

The genuine surprise on your face at what you were ninety percent sure had been a joke irritated him. He didn't follow it up with anything. You led the way towards the more populated area of Shibuya. Or, you did for about ten seconds.

"This must be part of your act, sorcerer," Sukuna commented.

You looked at him in confusion. You didn't need to say anything for him to realise that it wasn't.

"Oh, for-" He cut himself off, jaw ticking. "This is ridiculous. You would move faster without legs."

And, before you could even register what was happening, one of his strong hands was grabbing hold of the back of your shirt, bundling it up in his grip. Sukuna lifted you off the ground effortlessly, keeping you roughly upright as he moved. He couldn't actually fly, but his speed and jumping height meant that he might as well have been able to. 

"Where?" He barked.

You were on the brink of letting out an embarrassing squeal, your feet coming far too close to a rooftop for your liking. You managed to point in the direction of a junction, where you could see Kento and Suguru exorcising a cursed spirit. Sukuna dropped you back onto your feet. Neither of you mentioned it. You smoothed down your clothes and hoped you didn't look too stunned. He tried desperately hard to excuse that act of service as him avoiding an irritating wait.

Suguru and Kento had caught sight of the two of you now. They both looked incredibly wary. It wasn't until you saw Kento reach for his blade that you glanced over at Sukuna and saw the way he was walking.

"You-" You cleared your throat, then lowered your voice. You put it as neutrally as you could. "I think that passivity, or at least the appearance of it, is going to be the best strategy."

He looked at you. For a second, he genuinely looked like he was going to lean over and bite your had off. Then his expression shifted and he looked abruptly less threatening. His face still looked thunderous when he looked towards your friends, who had grown in number as the others joined them, but you knew any degree of softness was something to value.

You didn't have to tell him to fall back. Sukuna walked a pace behind you. He looked casual, but you were close enough to see his jaw ticking as you approached your friends. You shot them a small, tight smile.

"Hi."

They all listened in dead silence as you outlined roughly what had happened and what you'd agreed with Sukuna. He was quiet too. He made mental note of everything you missed out: the time you'd spent sitting together discussing the truth about yourselves, the equality in your partnership, the benefits you'd told him. It wasn't until you'd finished and then paused to make sure there was nothing else you wanted to say that you added,

"And he's under my protection."

That comment was the one that broke the dam. Kento sat up in his chair. Suguru's eyes flicked from you to Sukuna. Satoru laughed and then mumbled something unintelligible that sounded a lot like, 'oh, fuck.'

"Well, we need to remedy this," Kento said once everyone had settled down.

Suguru leaned forwards. "The prison realm is a viable option."

Kento nodded. ""Imprisonment or some method of limiting his cursed energy are the safest options."

A frown worked itself onto your face. Then, to Sukuna's amazement more than anyone else's, you shook your head. "No. No, none of them are options at all."

Satoru's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"The objective of the plan was to get him on our side so that we could ensure his strength isn't used against us." You gestured beside you. "He's on our side. He's not killing anyone. We got what we wanted from him, so why would we continue to treat him like a monster?"

Suguru cleared his throat. "It may have slipped your mind, but the King of Curses is literally a monster."

You crossed your arms over your chest, firmly standing your ground. "Well, you all told me to align myself with this 'monster.' This is the result of that. Those are not options."

Sukuna stared at you. 

Oh, fucking shit. Shit.

Humans and sorcerers were fucking stupid. They were weak, and pathetic, and fickle. He was above them. He'd proven that time and time again. People like this didn't deserve to step foot in the same city as him, let alone stand a few paces away and discuss how they were going to restrain him.

But you. You were standing in front of the most powerful people in the jujutsu world. In front of your friends, your allies, the only people that had your back. And you were defending him. 

It wasn't like you were some fierce, strong-willed sorcerer that feared nothing. He could tell that you were anxious about it. Your hands were trembling, that was why you had crossed your arms. Your voice was a little shaky, that was why you were speaking in short sentences. You didn't like having to be confrontational, especially against them. But you were doing it anyway. For him.

Sukuna took a step forward, so that he was properly standing beside you instead of slightly behind you. They all moved quickly, about to throw everything they had at him. Smoothly, Ryomen stuck his hands in his pockets and let out a soft, almost bored huff.

"If that's all you people have to say, I'm going to take my sorcerer and we're going to go do something more useful with our time. I am above this."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you straighten up, surprised by the fact that he was speaking, then by his words. Technically, he was breaking the agreement of participating in the negotiation. But he knew you wouldn't mind. To him, this was part of the agreement, too. He was defending you, like you'd defended him.

When all of your friends stood in silence, Sukuna spoke again. "Unless you would prefer for us to remain? There are plenty of civilians left in this part of the city. I'd be more than content to pick a few hundred off while you continue to-" 

"No, no, no," Suguru interrupted. "No."

Sukuna hummed with false interest. "Oh, you don't want that?"

Kento's jaw ticked. "No, of course we don't want that."

Sukuna's hands came out of his pockets. Suddenly, he looked like he'd grown a foot. He looked genuinely furious, enough that even Satoru's eyes widened a little. "You better stand the fuck down then, hadn't you, pathetic sorcerers?" Your lips parted. "Back off and leave her alone, hm? She's done exactly what you've asked her to. It's not her fault that it doesn't look how you intended."

He glanced over at you as he realised how his intention to defend you had become a little more obvious. The look on your face wasn't hugely obvious, but he saw it anyway. You were surprised, despite everything. A little pleased. And...grateful. It was exactly the look his face had worn a few moments ago, when you had spoken up for him. Because it felt nice to have an ally, to know someone had your back.

--

Unsurprisingly, nobody tried to stop the two of you from leaving Shibuya. Sukuna lifted you again, with a little more care this time. You pointed him in the right direction until you reached your house. You couldn't think of anywhere else to take him, and both of you were more tired than you'd care to admit.

He set you down in the middle of the road. Both of you walked in an alarmingly comfortable silence. Sukuna didn't comment on anything or show even a hint of interest until you were pushing open a small gate and pulling a set of keys out of your pocket. 

Then he blinked, looking up at the building in front of him. There was no doubt in his mind that this was your home. And, despite the snarky voice in the back of his head that wanted to mock your human dwelling place, he couldn't stop thinking that this was a little intimate, a little familiar. He didn't feel like he should be standing behind you while you fiddled with your keys. He didn't feel like he should have been the one that made sure the gate was closed behind him. 

He didn't feel like he should be acting like this version of himself here.

"Show me your dwelling place, then, woman."

You dropped your keys. Sukuna glanced at you. The action itself didn't amuse him, mostly because it irritated him that even dropping the King of Curses act didn't mean you weren't scared of him. What did amuse him, though, was that you didn't bend over to pick them up, you just rested your hand over your face and groaned.

"Sorry," you muttered, "that really took me by surprise."

Sukuna watched you, watched the back of your hand. Then he bent down and picked up your keys. It took him a few tries to figure out how exactly to work the lock, but he did it. Your hand fell away from your face at the first clink of metal on metal, and you watched him until he pushed the door open.

"Thank you." 

He looked at you, surprised by the weight of your words. Then he nodded slightly. He looked away, because he didn't like the way that made him feel.

You took the keys back, dropping them into the dish. Then you turned on the living room light and stepped into the house. Sukuna didn't step in.

"May I step over the threshold?"

You looked at him in surprise, already midway through taking off your shoes. "Oh- Yeah, come in. I guess you'll be here for a while." You hesitated and he could almost see you dropping an act, too. Not as big of an act as his, but an act nonetheless. "Um- I hope that it's okay. It's no... palace, or whatever a King of Curses lives in."

He shut the door behind him, taking off his shoes as he looked at you. "I don't live anywhere."

Your eyes bored into his for a long few seconds. And then, when you smiled, it was a genuine smile. "It's step up from that, at least."

"Yes, I suppose it is." Sukuna nudged his shoes out of the way, then rested his hands on his hips. "I told you to show me your abode, didn't I?"

You nodded. "What do you mean, though? A.. Like a tour?"

"Show me everything," he said simply.

You were silent for a moment. Then you led him through the house, towards the bedroom. That seemed like the safest bet, since you couldn't see how a bed and a wardrobe could have changed too drastically. 

You pushed your bedroom door open and flicked on the closest lamp. "This is my room," you told him, stepping aside so he could walk in too.

Sukuna didn't clash with the room as much as you had expected. Especially when he casually walked over to your drawers and started tugging them open. You watched for about three seconds before registering that he was rifling through your underwear.

"Wh- That's-"

He glanced at you as you approached him. "Don't tell me that you're a weak sorcerer and a prude."

You scowled, but his words didn't sting much at all now. "It's my underwear."

"You're a prude," he retorted. But he shut the drawer. "Explain the blinking lights."

You looked at him. "What?"

"The lights that you non-verbally command," Sukuna elaborated. When you still looked clueless, he waved at the lamp. "Foolish woman."

You hummed. "Oh, lightbulbs. Um... electricity."

"An overwhelmingly helpful response."

You walked back over to the lamp, lifting the wire. "It's a current of energy, kind of, and it flows through wires and into things. And then you can switch it on or off. And you can die if you touch the current directly."

"Why are you handling it with such nonchalance, if you may die at any second?"

"Because it's protected by the wire." You dropped it anyway, suddenly struck by the fear that you would get electrocuted. It was stupid, but he sounded so confident that you half-expected your body to start convulsing. "Anyway, that's all there really is in here."

Sukuna didn't respond. He made his way around your room, inspecting everything. He spent a while looking at your posters and photos. It was pretty obvious that he had no idea what to make of them, but he didn't say anything. Once he was done, he pointed towards the door.

"Reveal the next room to me."

You showed him the bathroom. He had the basic understanding of what things were, even if they were much more advanced now. He flushed the toilet three times before he noticed you were trying to suppress a smile. Still, he couldn't help marvelling at all the small elements of human life that he'd never experienced before. He pointed at things and you told him what they were, and he seemed pretty content with the activity thus far.

"That."

"Toothbrush."

"That."

"Vitamin supplement."

"That."

"Rubber duck."

"That."

"Shower- No, no, no-"

Sukuna leaned forwards and turned the shower on. His eyes widened as water shot straight at him. You gasped, leaping over to try and help. His hand was still over the knob, so you had to lean into him to tug it off.

"No, you have to turn-"

"I am turning, your shower is broken-"

"It's not broken, you're turning the wrong-"

"It is not the wrong-"

"The shower-"

The stream finally stopped. You leaned back, soaked through and a little breathless. You looked at Sukuna. He was soaked too, his robe clinging to his skin. His pink hair was darkened and heavy with water. Then, before you could stop yourself, you were laughing. Sukuna let out a soft huff, but he couldn't hide his smile.

He knew he should be warier of you than he was. Nobody had ever gained his trust, let alone this quickly. He didn't like anybody, but he was catching himself feeling a strange fondness as he watched you. And you knew that he could kill you on a whim, regardless of the binding vow. But neither of you can help it.

"Maybe we should change before we continue the tour?" You suggested after your laughter died down.

"Yes, I agree."

--

Sukuna changed into one of your biggest oversized shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were just about baggy enough for him. He swiftly forgot about his new human clothes, though, because he stepped into the living area and saw you wearing your pyjamas. You were wearing little shorts with a simple oversized shirt. Something about it was so domestic and sweet that he actually stopped walking for a second, having to force his feet forwards.

"Rise, woman, and show me the next room."

You turned, eyes lighting up at the sight of him in your clothes. You held back any comments, though. You rose to your feet and showed him into the kitchen.

Sukuna interrogated you about every single appliance, from the fridge to the coffee maker. You answered them all patiently. There was no laughter now. That amusement had faded into something else. Neither of you were acknowledging it. It felt heavy, like the air between you was weighed down by something. Both of you were too wary of what it might be to actually turn around and mention it. You weren't even addressing the easy comfort of what you were doing right now.

"And this is the lounge," you finished, arms spread out.

Sukuna watched as they fell back to your sides. He prowled around the room, inspecting everything. "What's the black box?"

You reached for the remote and turned the television on. "Television."

"Its purpose?"

"Uh, entertainment, I guess. You can watch stuff or play games on it." You turned the television off.

Sukuna sniffed a candle, then glanced at the couch. It looked comfortable, and he was getting tired. But he didn't know what the protocol was. He didn't want to offend you, not now. He kind of liked that you trusted him, and he didn't want to fuck that up. So, like he had earlier, he asked.

"May I sit, woman?"

He absolutely hated the look of surprise on your face as you looked at him, but he loved the way you smiled at him, nodding. Your hands were clasped together as you watched him sit down. He made sure to sit comfortably, even though he was unsure if you were watching him like that because you were worried about his comfort, or if it was something else. When he was comfortable, he glanced up. You were sitting down beside him, cross legged. 

It felt right.

"Why did you let me catch you in your domain? The second time?"

He was taken aback by the sudden question for a second. But then he saw your curious face and he realised you'd probably been wondering that for a while now. He thought about it for a while. Then he hummed.

"There's not a deep answer to that."

"I don't mind if it's not deep. Just the truth."

He shrugged slightly, resting his arm along the back of the couch. "I got bored."

You looked at him. You weren't really surprised by his answer. You were friends with Satoru, and although he wasn't as strong as Sukuna, you knew that being that overpowered wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

He continued. "I'm strong. I've done more than your measly brain can fathom. Lived multiple lives. I'm fucking bored."

"Oh, I understand that," you nodded. "I'm no King of Curses, obviously, but it does sound familiar in a way."

Sukuna looked at you. You were right, you weren't a King of Curses. You didn't have his power running through your veins. But he was starting to wonder if he'd been wrong to take that to mean you were any less strong than he was.

And, as you looked down at your hands, thinking about his words and clearly thinking about your own experience, he realised that he already knew you enough to guess at what was stopping you from speaking further. What had you said to him when you were goading him into the trap?

'Because you can ease your inferiority complex.'

You looked like you felt lesser, too. Maybe you weren't having a whole millennia-long thing about it, but he could see the insecurity there. Sukuna wanted to see inside you. In the same way that you had revealed your home to him. He took a breath, then told you so.

"Your secrecy irritates me. Reveal your thoughts."

Maybe it came out harsher than he meant it too, but he still said it.

You looked at him for a second. Then you turned to face him properly, hands resting in your lap. And you told him.

You told him about the stupid worries. About how you were terrified of spiders, about the random and irrational fears you had. You told him about the tiny hiccups in your everyday life. About that lady on the bus last week that gave you a funny look. About how a friend of yours owed you a dinner because you'd let him sleep on your couch again. About how you were always worried about something or other, even when there was nothing to be worried about. About how you always scuff your shoes because you focus on not looking at the ground but then get distracted by the sky or the trees or the birds.

And then you paused, self-conscious about how long you'd spoken for and who you were saying it all to. But then you realised that he was listening like this was important information. That he cared so much that it was shining through even though he was trying to pretend otherwise.

He raised his eyebrow slightly. "Did I ask you to stop talking?"

You hesitated, then opened your mouth again. "And I have a lot of stupid insecurities, too. About stuff that I know doesn't matter and that nobody else probably thinks about so hard."

"Like?" He prompted impatiently.

And so you told him that, too. Stuff that you hadn't told anybody, that you'd only admitted to yourself properly in the last few years. It was so surprisingly easy to tell him. He didn't seem like the King of Curses anymore.

Sukuna listened to every word you said, storing it carefully away in his mind. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to ridicule you for your stupid, petty concerns. Demand why you care about the look you'll get from a stranger if you wear a skirt that's a few inches shorter than usual, when there are bigger things to be concerned with.

But he found himself paying close attention to you as you spoke. And he started to want to murder that store owner that looked at you funny with you dropped your card. And he kind of wants to take you out and spend an infinite amount of time helping you try on clothes until you figured out what you felt most comfortable in. And he wanted to take you to get those two cats you've been wanting for so long and let you decide whether they really will solve so many of your problems.

Because they're stupid concerns. Things that never have and probably never will enter his head. But, the more he listens to the lilt of your voice, the more he notices the little expressions that cross your face and that little habit you have of getting side-tracked but coming swiftly back to the point, the more he kind of does understand it.

Sukuna did have his concerns about how he's perceived. They're mostly rooted in whether or not people are frightened of him, sure, but they're there nonetheless. So he kind of got that part of it. And he was sure that, if he made a fool of himself in front of some lowly humans, he'd be thinking about it weeks later, too.

But he didn't think you should. 

Your self-conscious laugh interrupted his thoughts. He focussed on you as you started to speak again.

"Sorry, I know you probably think those are just... stupid, petty human concerns."

Sukuna didn't so much as crack a smile. He looked you directly in the eye and asked, "How would I generate human currency?"

You blinked at him. "Uh.. Wh-"

"How would I generate human currency?" He repeated.

You were silent for a long moment. Then you got over your surprise and offered a useful response. "Do you have any assets?"

Sukuna nodded. "I possess several estates and a few temples, both of which contain many artefacts. I asked you about human curre-" He cut himself off, staring at you in surprise. You looked back at him with wide eyes.

"Oh my god."

Sukuna raised his eyebrows. "What?"

You laughed. "Maybe I should help you sell all your properties and then steal half your money, since you have no bearing of the value of human currency." Even while you're joking, you're in disbelief. It made sense that he would be rich, but that rich? He was laughably wealthy.

Sukuna still didn't smile. "Why would you need to steal from me?"

You blinked. "Wh- I just mean because you must be very, very, very wealthy in terms of modern money."

"Most likely. I was wealthy in my era. Again, that isn't what I asked you." Sukuna's eyes flicked between yours. "I have no use for money. You can sell what assets I possess and take the money for yourself."

You looked at him for a second, then burst into laughter.

The arm that Sukuna had resting along the couch extended slightly. He hit you on the shoulder. "Don't fucking laugh at me, mortal."

You stopped laughing abruptly. "Oh my god," you say again.

"Will you stop saying that without due cause?" Sukuna snapped. "What is it that you're 'oh my god'ing about?"

"Do you- Do you not realise how much money that would be?" You asked him.

He shook his head slightly. "Enough, I imagine. How much?"

You're silent for a moment as you try to think of a way to quantify it. "It would be... millions and millions."

"Is that worth a lot?" Sukuna questioned. "You forget that this has no meaning to me, sorcerer."

"It would buy you, like... like, you could buy a whole castle. Multiple."

"Again-"

You shook your head. "I don't think there's any way of quantifying it. It's an obscene amount of money. Genuinely."

"Is it more than you currently possess?"

You laughed at that. "If money were animals, you would be, like, a humpback whale, and I'd be a fish. No, not even that. A crustacean. Maybe a barnacl-"

"I understand," he interrupted, "please end your nautical metaphor before I feel obligated to hurt you." You dutifully closed your mouth. "You will take the money. I have no use for it."

You shook your head. "No, I can't do that."

"I'm telling you to."

"But I still can't take it."

"I am the King of Curses."

"But we're equals."

"Tch." Sukuna glared at you for a second before he sighed exasperatedly. "If you are not being misleading about the value of my wealth, you would no longer have to even consider money. You could freely purchase your felines, new clothes, explore the worlds of your various hobbies as you'd like to. You could move to a quieter place. You could leave your permanent job as a jujutsu sorcerer and pursue only what you wish to."

As he spoke, you realised just how much attention he had been paying while you were talking. He hadn't just listened to your words, he had catalogued them, storing them away as though they really did matter to him. And now he was presenting a solution.

Why hadn't anybody just tried to talk to the King of Curses?

Why did he always kill everyone that got close, if he had so much attention to give?

Why were you the exception to his rule?

Sukuna finished talking and looked at you. He registered that you were just staring at him. He looked right back at you, waiting for the inevitable moment when you noticed that you were making eye contact and looked away, pretending not to have been staring.

But you didn't. Your eyes focussed on him and you swallowed, but maintained eye contact.

"Thank you, Sukuna," you said sincerely, voice warm and softer than it had been before.

He was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded. "You are welcome."

You smiled slightly. "Okay."

"Okay." He nodded again, and realised that he was well and truly fucked.

A silence fell over the two of you. It was a tense one, one that came because you'd both gotten a little too close to acknowledging that unspoken thing. You broke the silence.

"So, here's a problem that the King of Curses has never encountered-"

Sukuna interjected, mostly because he felt like he needed to remind you that he wasn't some soft best friend or something. "That is a bold and foolish assertion to make, foolish woman."

You laughed with a hint of nervousness. "Maybe, but I have one bed, and we agreed that we were equals, so.."

Sukuna looked at you. And he said nothing. You cleared your throat, but he still didn't speak. He just looked at you in complete silence for an uncomfortably long amount of time. And then, abruptly, he rose to his feet. He walked briskly down the hallway towards your bedroom.

"Hey..." You protested weakly. Ultimately, if he decided to take your room, it wasn't like you could stop him.

But Sukuna was turning around, arms crossed. "Are you coming, or not?"

You blinked, then stood up, stumbling after him. Sukuna was already in your bedroom. When you joined him, he pointed at the bed.

"There's enough space. We will share." At the first sign that you were going to protest, he raised his hand. "No, I will not accept argument."

"Okay, we'll share," you agreed, with not as much reluctance as you felt like you should have had.

You took a few steps towards the bathroom. Sukuna's hand snapped around your wrist and he forced you back.

"You dare walk away from me?" He growled.

You blinked at him, then reached down and slid your hand into his. The gesture clearly surprised him because he didn't yank your hand away. "I was going to brush my teeth, actually." You walked towards the bathroom, silently amazed when he let you pull him after you.

You let go of his hand and reached for your toothbrush. Then you found a spare in the cupboard, handing it to him. Sukuna had seen a few forms of tooth hygiene during his time, from blackening to using willow brushes. The minty fluoride you were brushing your teeth with was entirely unfamiliar. But he trusted you in your little human endeavours, so he mimicked you.

"Oh, shit."

You looked at him in surprise. Sukuna had just finished brushing his teeth and he was wearing an expression of pleasant surprise. "What?" You mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Had I been incarnated for longer, my breath would have stunk."

You couldn't help laughing at that. "Would you not have done it at all?"

"I wouldn't have known what the modern equivalent was," he replied. He glanced at you, then muttered, "I have you to thank."

You giggled. "Well, I'm glad I could show you the wonders of modern tooth hygiene."

"I didn't mean just about that."

You looked at him more seriously, recognising that he was trying to be sincere. Then you smiled. "I'm still glad."

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that's part two! i hope you enjoyed an arguably OC sukuna. he is going to get a lot softer in the next (and final) part.

sukuna - a deal with the devil pt. 3/3

{a good old-fashioned timeskip. where do you and the king of curses stand a year after your alliance?} 3.6k words

part one + part two + part three

notes: he's even softer, definitely OC sukuna at this point but who cares i'm delusional

warnings: cursing, nudity (no smut)

tags: @missroro + @doodle-cat16

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"Guess what day it is today."

Sukuna glanced over at you. He was working out on the lounge floor while you were on the phone. He'd figured out a few minutes ago that you were talking to Satoru. 

"What? No!" You laughed. "It's mine and Sukuna's anniversary!"

Sukuna stopped at the peak of a push up, eyebrows furrowing. For a split second, he was unsure if he had missed some social cue along the way that should have told him he was courting you. In this modern age, relationships moved much faster than he remembered from during his lifetime. Not that he'd had much experience courting back then, either. He was too busy murdering everyone he saw to bother with anything more personal.

"Our meeting-a-versary!"

Sukuna sighed and went back to his push ups. Phew. He was grateful for that. Not that he would have minded that revelation all that much. He doubted it would change much about your relationship anyway.

"Our dynamic is not weird, 'toru."

Sukuna sat up and leaned back on his hands, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Your dynamic kind of was weird, though. He knew you knew that. Both of you tried pretty hard not to think about it. There was more leniency from the others with him, but not very much. You were still expected to be together all of the time. That meant that, apart from the rare occasions you'd managed to convince Sukuna and someone else to coexist for a few hours so you could go do something private, you had just been together. Sukuna knew you better than people that had known you for years, and you knew things about him that nobody would ever know.

"Ugh, do you have t- No, we don't!" You crossed your arms, pouting at your phone as though Satoru could see you through it. Sukuna watched you with a tiny smile. "What? Well- No, I mean, we do still share a bed, but- No, it's not-" You let out a groan. "Satoru, if you say one more thing about 'kuna, I'm going to hang up the phone." There was a brief pause. Then you leaned forward and hung up. You scowled.

Sukuna cleared his throat. He always liked how he could get your attention so easily now. Not because it made him feel powerful, but because it confirmed that you did care for him like he cared for you, despite the singularity of your situation.

"More questions?" He asked, as though he hadn't been eavesdropping the whole time.

You hummed. "Yeah. They're all so nosy. You'd think by now they'd have.." You trailed off, unsure of how to finish that sentence. You knew why people had so much to say about your relationship with Sukuna. So did he.

"Learned not to ask?" Sukuna supplied.

You nodded, standing up and pulling a water bottle out of the fridge. "Exactly. Even if they do think it's weird, it's our business, right?" You walked over to him, dropping the bottle in his lap.

Sukuna opened it and chugged half before he stuck his hand out. You helped him up. It was more of a symbolic help because you couldn't shift his body if you tried with all your might. You didn't mind, though. He let you do it and that meant something.

He nodded in agreement to your words, sauntering towards the bathroom. "Should tell them all to fuck off."

You laughed. "Why is that your solution so often nowadays?"

"Because I got him to lower his infinity one time and you still won't let me near him." Sukuna shot you a pointed look, one that was meant to say 'let me beat him up' but really said 'you should stick up for yourself more.' And then he was closing the bathroom door.

You walked into the bedroom, changing into your pyjamas and then settling into the pillows. Satoru's words weren't anything new, but they still rattled around your brain. 

You knew it was strange for you and Sukuna to have never stopped sharing a bed. His funds had been in your bank for a long time now. The number was so high that you literally couldn't fathom it. You could've bought a bed. You could've bought a million beds made of gold. Sukuna should've insisted on it; he was the King of Curses, he shouldn't have been sharing a bed with a mere sorcerer. Especially not because of an agreement that was made all that time ago, which barely crossed your mind nowadays.

But you still woke up every morning intertwined. Usually, he was on top of you, his body draped over yours in a way that was simultaneously pulling you closer and keeping anything from disturbing you. And you liked the closeness, just like you knew he liked it, even if neither of you had ever said so.

Sukuna finished in the shower and dried himself off, padding into the bedroom in his robe. He turned off the light and climbed into the bed without a word. He rolled onto his side, reaching out until his hand found your body. His fingers dug into your waist and he gave you a tug towards him.

"Mm." You hummed and shuffled closer, letting him pull you flush against him. His body shifted so that he was partly covering you. You fell asleep.

Nothing disturbed him until the middle of the night. Sukuna opened his eyes enough to see that it was still dark and then snapped them closed again, moving to pull you closer. When he realised his arms were empty, a genuine sense of panic set in.

He took a deep breath, barely stopping himself from lashing out at the closest thing. Blind rage wasn't his style these days. He slowly rose to his feet and made his way through the house, eyes roaming the darkness until he saw you.

You were sitting on the couch, very still. You were nestled into the corner and you looked dazed, but clearly upset. Sukuna walked over and sat beside you.

For a moment, he was unsure of what to do. Even after all this time together, those few minutes before and after sleep were the only ones that held any kind of physical affection. Besides hitting each other, neither of you ever really showed it. Even then, it was usually him hitting you. He liked it, because he liked how you always reacted and he liked the reminder of how he'd learned to soften himself a little so that he could be playful with someone.

When you shuffled over to him and curled into his side, he was surprised. Surprised that he hadn't had time to think of what he was going to do, surprised that it was you that initiated the contact. Surprised that you wanted it.

His hands found your hips and he effortlessly lifted you up, resting you in his lap. His strong arms wrapped around you. He felt you stiffen for a second, just as taken aback as he was by his actions. Then you nestled your face into his neck and held him back.

Sukuna held you in silence for a while. He knew that quiet contact was what you were seeking, so he let you have it. He found himself strangely grateful that he could offer this comfort to you. Knowing someone intimately enough to know what they needed wasn't something he'd ever seen for himself before he knew you, let alone being trusted enough to actually implement it.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna murmured in your ear after a good few minutes had passed.

You sighed, leaning back so that you could see him but stay in his lap. "I can't sleep."

"Why?"

"I found out there's a secret execution out for both of us. I-I was going to tell you in the morning."

Sukuna very nearly laughed. Almost. "That's it? That's all it is?"

You looked at him completely seriously. "I'm not worried that you're going to die, I'm not stupid."

"What, then?" He asked.

You hesitated, then muttered, "I'm scared that they're going to turn their backs on us, and then all of this won't be worth anything to you, and you'll toss it all aside- toss me aside- and I'll lose you. That the agreement won't be important anymore and then none of this time together will matter."

Sukuna was stunned. Genuinely stunned, just like he had been on that very first day he'd met you.

You really cared that deeply about him? And he'd really doubted that you did?

He forced himself to mutter some normal responses.

"I'll kill anyone that tries to touch you, let alone harm a hair on your head. You are stronger than those pathetic sorcerers that would dare to do such a thing. I will split the world into pieces before they get the chance. The entirety of the jujutsu world is nothing compared to the power that you and I hold. You have the force of an empire at your behest, because I will not turn my back on you."

Normal responses for him, anyway.

You listened to him quietly, looking at him as he spoke. Sukuna's words were always slightly alarming, but you'd learned to see the comfort in them. He never lied. You knew that, to him, his strength was the greatest thing he could offer you. And so it was the greatest comfort when he goes on his little murderous tirades the moment you present him with a new target.

In the face of your attentive quiet, Sukuna found himself drifting away from the topic slightly. "It truly astonishes me that, after all that you've done for the jujutsu world, it could still turn its back on you. You have sacrificed so much. I told you it wasn't worth it and that they didn't deserve your energy, yet you continued to prioritise their collective welfare over your own. This is the price that you get for that goodness." His voice grew an edge as he grew more and more angry. "You should be good. I admire that you're good. It infuriates me when that's thrown in your face. It's something I would do, why are those self-righteous sorcerers doing it?"

A look of genuine anger crossed your face. Sukuna stopped talking, unsure of what he said that would make you mad.

"No, 'kuna, that's not the kind of thing you would do," you frowned. "You would never do that. You'd be more inclined to kill me directly. You wouldn't stoop to that low of throwing my effort back in my face, by encouraging people that I know, friends, to kill me."

And then Sukuna was getting angrier. "Don't say that," he growled. "Don't you dare use words like 'kill' and 'you' in the same fucking sentence when you're speaking to me."

Both of you glared at each other like petulant children. Slowly, the silence lengthened and then shifted as you realised that neither of you were angry for an actual reason anymore. Your eyes met his and you realised that he'd come to the same realisation.

You cracked first. You always did when it came to things like this. Despite your best effort to keep pouting, a giggle broke free.

At the first sign of your smile, Sukuna's anger completely disappeared. He was so obviously delighted to see you happy that it made your heart hurt. His arms wrapped around you and he held you close, chin resting on your shoulder.

He was so grateful. Grateful, grateful, grateful.

Your arms wrapped around him too, as tightly as you could. Sukuna always liked it when you held him. That was why you always woke up with him in your arms.

But he only had to pull back slightly to know that you were still upset about the execution. He gazed down at you for a few seconds, and then made his mind up. He would love you. That would make you feel better, if he could just figure out which demonstration of his love was the right one.

When Sukuna thought about how he loved you, he didn't think about telling you in some romantic gesture: I've always loved you, my darling angel. He didn't think about sweeping you off your feet with a kiss, holding your trembling body against his as he pulled soft gasps from your lips. Both thoughts made him smile.

No, that wasn't what Sukuna's love looked like.

He had hold of your hips again. He stood up, with you still attached, then set you on your feet. His hand slid into yours and he pulled you into the kitchen. Without an explanation, he pottered around the small space, pouring out your current favourite drink.

Then, when it was safely in your hands, he found the phone and started to play your music, the songs that he'd noticed you listening to most recently. He watched you like a hawk as you gratefully sipped your drink. But, when you smiled at him, he shook his head.

He turned and switched the oven on, found the cookbook, and tugged you over.

"Bake."

You looked taken aback, but you could see that he was serious, even if you didn't understand why. Dutifully, you began to mix a cookie batter. Sukuna hovered behind you the entire time. When you slid the cookies out of the oven, he switched into his true form, giving you no time to adjust to something you'd only seen a few times in the whole year you'd been together, and sat down on the floor. You were pulled firmly into his lap so that you could comfortably eat your cookie near the heat of the oven.

He watched you, even when you finally noticed how fierce his gaze was and looked up. He let you feed him a piece of your cookie, letting out a pleased hum of approval. Sukuna smiled when that soft interaction made you more happy than the whole process of baking had.

But you weren't better yet.

Sukuna stood up, changing back into his normal form, but keeping you in his arms. He carried you into the bathroom and started to pour out a bath. When he noticed you looking for the soap, he caught your wrist and tugged you to his side.

"Don't do anything."

You were confused, but you did as he asked, watching curiously as he pulled out a small box from the top of the linen closet. "What's that?"

"I was saving it," he murmured, opening it and letting you see inside.

It was full of special shampoos, conditioners, soaps, and bath bombs. He was saving it only partly because he knew a time would come for them. Mostly because he had never figured out quite how to explain that he knew your favourite smells and what would work in your hair or with your skin.

He was so busy checking that everything was fine that it wasn't until he turned to you to ask you to check the water temperature that he realised you were looking at him with something in your eyes that he didn't think he'd ever seen before.

You didn't give him a chance to ask about it. You stepped up to him and gave him a tight hug. He could tell that you were putting as much force into it as you physically could, so he didn't laugh when he effortlessly held you tighter. He held you close until you tipped your head back to look at him.

"Will you help me?"

Sukuna nodded, fingers sliding to your collar. He unbuttoned your shirt deftly, then slid it down your arms. He folded it and put it on the nearest surface, then gently pulled your shorts down your legs. He set that down too. Then he was inhaling the scent of your hair as he leaned over you, his fingers unclasping your bra. He was bending slightly so that he could hook his fingers in your panties and pull them down.

In the back of his mind, it registered that this was the first time he'd ever seen you this exposed. It was the first time he'd touched you here, seen you there. But it didn't really feel like a first time. It felt like this was normal, like it wasn't a big deal for him to do this. Like you had always been his in this way, and he had always been yours in this way.

His warm hands were on you as you climbed into the bath. One on your hip, feeling the curve of your waist, and the other on your wrist, both making sure that you were safe and not in any danger of slipping. 

He might have nearly laughed at the prospect of a secret execution coming close to harming you, but the idea of you hurting yourself normally plagues him every day. There've been hundreds of times that he's insisted he use his RCT on you for little scrapes that you've gotten. Hundreds of times that you've had the same discussion where he's insisted that you're careless with yourself and you've said you're just clumsy and he's called you a stupid idiot and you've shut him up with a bright smile and an I've got you to help, though, right?

Sukuna watched you warily as he let go of you. He waited as you slid all the way under the water, staying under for a few seconds before sliding back up. His hands were on your face before you even had a chance to lift your own, thumbs swiping away the water from your eyes and brushing your hair out of your face. When you looked up at him, face clear of water, Sukuna finally looked relieved. This was the thing that helped, then. This was the part of his love that would make you happier and less stressed.

But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted happy, not happier.

He pushed his robe over his shoulders, letting it hang around his waist. Then he walked around behind you, sinking to his knees on the tiled floor. Without a word, he reached for your head, silently insisting on doing your hair for you. Neither of you spoke for a while. He ran the shampoo and conditioner through, then began to brush your hair. 

"You've gotten so good at managing it," you mumbled, eyes closed happily.

Sukuna grunted. "Managing what?"

"Your force. It doesn't hurt when you're doing something like brushing my hair, but it used to hurt when you even laid a hand on my arm."

He smiled, glad to hear you say it. He'd already known he had improved a lot, but it felt worth so much more to hear it from your lips.

He finished with your hair. The next step seemed obvious, but he had the awareness that, no matter how intimate this all seemed, he couldn't go further without murmuring something.

Quietly, he said, "I'll bathe your body now."

"Okay."

That soft, mumbled agreement made his heart swell. He rose to his feet and found your hand under the water, pulling you to your feet. You let out a soft protest as he made you stand up in the bath. His warm hands on your skin eased the chill almost right away.

Sukuna focussed incredibly hard. He had to make sure that he did this right, that he treated your body with the reverence he believed it deserved. That his soapy hands graced every part of your soft, blemished skin. That nothing he did hurt you.

And his intense concentration meant that he failed to notice the way that you were watching him again. This time, because you'd recognised the look in his eyes, and you were admiring the way that his hands looked against your skin.

"Happy?" You chuckled after a while. Your teasing voice broke him out of his reverie.

He looked up, smiling slightly. "Yes. Are you?"

"Mhm." You slid back into the water, letting out a content sigh. 

Sukuna wasn't really surprised when your hand found his wrist and tugged. Nor, when your pretty lips parted with a soft question.

"Will you get in, Sukuna?"

He nodded. His hand slipped out of yours so that he could loosen his robe and let it fall completely. He nudged you forwards and then climbed into the tub behind you. Sukuna rested his hands on your hips, but he let you be the one to decide whether or not you slid back or not. When you did, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head in your neck.

"D'you want me to wash you?" You asked.

His reply came out like an admonishment. "No, foolish woman. You're the one that needed comforting. Stop trying to do things for everyone else all the time. Be selfish. Have you no self-respect?"

He was lucky that you knew him and his favouritism well enough to just smile over your shoulder at him.

All of the times he'd thought oh, shit to himself converged. He stared at your content smile, at the soft way you looked at him. And everything aligned in his mind and, this time, he just said it out loud.

"Oh, shit."

You looked at him in confusion, then laughed. "What?"

"You're beautiful," Sukuna stated simply. "You fill the gaps that I can't fill myself. You're the one that's meant to be by my side."

When your smile broadened and you leaned back into him again, he didn't mind that it took you a while to reply. He didn't feel nervous. Sukuna knew for certain that you understood him and you understood the weight and sincerity in his words. He didn't have any fear that you were something he could lose this way. The only thing he could lose you to was death, and he'd already begun making sure that wouldn't happen.

When your reply came, it was all he'd really wanted to hear.

"'Sukuna?"

"Mm."

"I love you."

"I know. I love you."

"I know."

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he's softer than melting ice cream but i can't help it I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! i hope you guys don't mind sappy sukuna, i'm planning to write something a little less OC soon. that's the final part to this series!

baby daddy toji drabbles

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baby daddy toji who didn't react well when you told him you were pregnant. you were expecting it, so it didn't hurt as much as it could have, but it was still a punch in the gut. most of your relationship had been more just messing around, so you knew what kind of guy toji was. you just hadn't anticipated the cool look on his face when he listened to your news and then made a small, hurtful correction. 'nah, you're having a baby, not us.'

baby daddy toji who you expected nothing from. you told him firmly that you were keeping the baby, and that you were only telling him as a courtesy. after that, you expected nothing: no money, no co-parenting, no contact, nothing. you didn't want it, not from him. you could do it better on your own.

baby daddy toji who went without seeing his son for five whole years. he missed the birth of his one and only child, missed out on seeing the adorable baby and toddler stages. but, when he was five, megumi asked to meet his father. you had never lied to your son about who his father was, and so when he asked that question, you couldn't find it in yourself to deny him.

baby daddy toji who was predictably hard to track down. once you eventually managed to get into contact with shiu kong, you found out that toji was in prison, and had been for the majority of megumi's life. you told megumi and asked him if he still wanted to meet his father. when he said yes, you steeled yourself and organised a visit.

baby daddy toji who hadn't expected to feel so stricken when he saw you and megumi. he stared at his son, the little boy that was so undeniable his kid: unruly black hair, flat expression, paler skin than you had. he stared at you, holding his son on your lap, looking so much stronger and mature than when he'd said those cruel words and left you to it.

baby daddy toji who swallowed his pride to rasp two questions into the phone: what's the kid's name, and can i see you both again? he ignored the fact that your expression didn't change on the other side of the glass, and just appreciated that you replied: his name is megumi, and i can request another visit if you want to see him again.

baby daddy toji who thought about you and megumi for the weeks that it took before you were back in the visiting room. it had taken seeing the two of you right there in front of him to realise just what he'd fumbled. now he knew, he felt like a fucking idiot. he just hoped he could find a way to be a part of at least megumi's life, if not yours.

baby daddy toji who was patient and attentive enough with your son that you slowly believed that he was telling the truth about wanting to try again. megumi didn't trust him yet, but your son was always slow to warm up to people. he didn't dislike his father, and that was a good sign.

baby daddy toji who mustered up the courage after a few months of visits to ask you if he could meet up with you and megumi outside of the visiting room of the prison, while he was allowed out on parole. he watched your face with his usual blank expression, but his green eyes were shining with hidden anxiety. when you looked to megumi and the little boy nodded, toji let out a soft breath of relief.

baby daddy toji who deliberated where he would take you both for a long time. when the day came around, he picked the fairground. and, for a day, it was almost like you were a normal family. toji won prizes for megumi, went on rides with him, carried him when the kid got tired. and he didn't shy away from your watchful gaze, letting you read his intentions clear on his face.

baby daddy toji who couldn't hide his disappointment when his parole officer turned up and he had to go back to the prison. he looked so crestfallen that megumi looked up at you. toji was confused until you leaned forward with your son in your arms, your lips brushing one cheek while megumi pecked the other. toji blinked at both of you. then he cracked a rare smile. he ruffled megumi's hair, then pulled you back and kissed you on the mouth. it was a brief kiss, a cheeky one that he knew he didn't fully deserve. but, as he sat down in the car and saw you and megumi waving him off, toji resolved to be deserving of it eventually.

baby daddy toji who was a fucking idiot, but he tries to be better for you, and for his baby boy.

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toji fushiguro masterlist

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baby daddy toji drabbles

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criminal sukuna drabbles + bonus (NSFW version)

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criminal sukuna who lasted a month in prison before he had to write his pretty girlfriend a letter begging- asking for a photo. he didn't specify what kind of photo he wanted, but it was pretty obvious considering your awareness of your boyfriend's high libido. he did make sure to remind you that all of his mail got checked, though.

criminal sukuna who didn't even care that the guard smirked at him as he passed over his mail a week later. he was too busy opening up the envelope, eyes swiftly skimming your letter before the photos fell into his lap.

criminal sukuna who smiled for the first time in a while when he saw the photos you'd sent him. one of the two of you a few months into dating, with you pulling a stupid face and him scowling playfully at you. one of you that must have been taken since he got locked up, wearing all of his clothes and slouching against a wall in your bedroom pretending to be him. and then one of you completely naked, on your knees, sitting like a good girl just how he liked, with a sweet smile up at the camera.

criminal sukuna who got his mileage out of those photos within a night or two. he slotted the nude one in the slats of the empty bunk above him, gazing at it as he grunted and groaned into his fist. it was a good thing he got his use out of them quickly, because he was assigned a cellmate not long after.

criminal sukuna who decided that the worst part about prison was the lack of privacy. after catching his cellmate leering at that nude photo one too many times, he hid it away. he felt down about it for a while, but he secretly got just as much enjoyment out of those other dumb photos.

criminal sukuna who began to get more and more handsy every visiting time, since he had no goddamn privacy to get himself off anymore. he offloaded most of his sexual frustration onto you, sweet conversations about what you'd been up to being broken up by his mutters of how bad he needed you, how he couldn't stop dreaming about fucking that pretty little-

criminal sukuna who was surprised when he found out that you had taken his complaining seriously and managed to get a private slot of 'one-on-one' time in the back room. there was a panic button and a guard posted outside, but it was like a gift from divinity to your boyfriend.

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His eyes were on you as soon as the guard opened the door. Even though you'd tried to come visit every week for the last few months, something about the way those amber eyes were locked onto you made your heart beat faster. If you ignored the clanging of the keys as his cuffs were unlocked, it was like the first time all over again.

He didn't wait for the guard to leave before he was striding towards you. You managed to take a few steps back and buy time until the door slammed shut. Then he was on you.

"Baby." It sounded like a warning when he murmured that soft word against your lips. His forehead rested against yours, hands finding your hips and gripping like he was never going to let go again. "My baby. Do you know what I'm gonna do to you?"

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him. Part of you wanted to tell him to slow down, to savour this slot of time because it might be the only closeness you had until he was released. But you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips, see the thin restraint he was still clinging onto. He needed this, needed you. And you needed it too.

"Sukuna..." You breathed his name softly, watching his eyes flutter slightly. "If you're not gonna fuck me hard enough to feel you till you're back home, you're wasting our precious time."

A slow smile crept over his lips. You felt your chest rising and falling heavily as you looked up at him, waiting for that inevitable snap of his control. His fingers brushed the side of your face lightly. Your eyes shut as he closed the little distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. It was brief, and you opened your eyes expecting to see a gentle, loving look on his face. Instead, he was looking at you like he was about to eat you alive.

"S-Sukuna-"

"Don't you dare run," he muttered against your lips. "What did you want, sweet girl? Oh, yeah. You want me to fuck you hard enough you won't miss me anymore, right?" Your heart stuttered in your chest and you gave a soft, cautious nod. "Better bend over for me then, pretty."

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"Ah- ah- 'kuna, please-"

His hand was beside your head, splayed against the brick wall. He'd had you over the table, on the chair, and now against the wall. You'd thought your boyfriend was crazy in bed already, but this was another side of him.

"Ngh- fucking take it, this is what you wanted. Wanted to fu-fucking feel it." He was panting behind you, his fingers bruising your hip as he thrust into you from behind. The pace he had set was brutal, and after two rounds both of you were getting close to being spent. But his refusal to slow down told you he intended to make the most out of every second he had inside you.

His fingers flexed against your hip as he angled himself ever so slightly differently, and then you were seeing stars. Your cheek was pressed against the cool wall, mindless moans and pleads spilling from your swollen lips. He'd been careful with your face, making sure he didn't smear your makeup or ruin your hair; he didn't want the guards and other inmates getting to gawk at his work. But it was a different story everywhere else. He'd left bruises and love-bites everywhere he could reach. Your ass was still stinging from the slaps he'd rained down when he'd been fucking you over the table. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal.

Suddenly, his hand left the wall, coming down to join the other on your hips. He pushed even closer, sandwiching you between the wall and his strong body. You moaned helplessly as you felt him rutting his hips into you, barely pulling out before he was pushing back in. In this position, he was practically humping you, and you could feel his desperation to have you close.

"'kunnaaa-"

Your needy whine earned you a groan from him, his mouth sucking at your neck as he kept up his animalistic movements. "Missed you so much, you know that? Can't- fuck- Can't think of anything else. Just my baby." He panted for a few seconds, listening to your soft mewls. "Did you miss me, baby? Your pussy's telling me so, but I wanna hear it from your lips."

You could barely keep your teary eyes open. It felt like you had melted into putty, just a well-loved doll for him to fuck into oblivion. "Mi-Missed you, Sukuna, missed you s-so much..."

"Yeah?" He grunted, feeling himself getting close. One of his hands wandered from your hip, dipping down to glide through your folds. He felt where he was buried inside you, then settled his fingers higher, making tight circles around your clit. You gasped and melted further into him. "Tell me how much you missed me."

You could barely think straight, fingers gripping desperately at his wrist, unsure if you wanted him to rub your clit harder or let go completely. "S-Sooo much, 'kuna, swear missed you so much, ngh..."

He chuckled softly in your ear. "'Sooo much', baby?"

You nodded helplessly, whining out his name. "Sukuna... please..."

"What's that, baby? Need to come?"

How he had the energy to tease you even now, you had no idea. "Please! Pl-Please, 'kuna-" You choked on your own breath as he doubled his efforts, somehow pushing deeper inside you and rubbing more firmly on your clit. "Ahhh!"

"Come for me, baby. Last one now, promise," he whispered in your ear. He was struggling to hold himself back from his peak now, but he was determined to give you another one before he came himself. "Come on, pretty. Show 'kuna how much you missed him."

Your grip tightened on his wrist. "Ah! S-So good-"

"That's my girl, good girl."

You clenched down on him, managing a hoarse whisper of his name before you were going slack in his arms. He chuckled, hands shifting to make sure you didn't hurt your head on the wall. And then, even while you were bathing in your own orgasm, he picked up the pace again. It didn't take many more mean pumps of his cock inside you before he came. And, when he did come, he made a fucking mess.

"Ohhh, shi-shit, baby, fucking shit-" He swore he died for a second. "So good for me, god-" He leaned forwards, sweaty chest flush against your back as he twitched inside you. You let out a breathy sigh as you felt him fill you up. He panted into your neck. "Ngh- f-fuck.."

"'s not usually you that's messy, Sukuna," you murmured from where you were pressed between him and the wall.

He grumbled something unintelligible, shaking off his daze. Slowly, he straightened up. His grip tightened on your hips for a moment. Instead of just pulling out, he lifted you up and off him, then tucked you into his side. His arm wound protectively around your waist. Before you could complain about the abundance of his come currently dripping down your thighs, he was reaching down, equipped with napkins.

"What, you thought I was fucking kidding about needing it?" He muttered defensively.

A small, smug smile flitted across your lips, growing bigger when he tossed the napkins away and scowled at you. Your smile didn't disappear as he insisted (in his own rough way) on dressing you back into your clothes.

"Gotta make sure nobody gets any fucking ideas, baby," he told you firmly, watching you adjust your skirt before he reached forwards and tugged it down an inch.

He pocketed your panties, of course. It wasn't until after he'd spent the last few minutes of the slot kissing you, after he'd been cuffed and watched you go, after he was sitting back in his cell ignoring his cellmate, that he noticed his initials were embroidered in the panties. He ran his calloused thumb over the elegant letters, a smirk playing across his lips as he realised that you had anticipated everything he'd done to you in that brief slot of time together.

"Fucking brat played me..." He muttered to himself, sliding them inside his pillowcase, out of reach of anybody else. "Taught her too damn well."

He laid back on his hard mattress, eyes pointed upwards at the pictures of you slotted into the slats of the bunk above him. When he got out of here, he'd have to fuck you like that again, on his own terms. Not that he minded you playing off his frustration this once. He nodded slightly to himself, adding that to the list of things he planned to do after his sentence was up. Get a 'legal' job, meet his nephew, buy her a house, and make love to his girl like she deserved. Of course, if you asked him about that list, he would omit the part about his nephew, and he'd say 'fuck' instead of 'make love.' But he knew what he meant. If there was anything being in here had done, it was get his priorities straight. And you were there at the top, like a shining star. He just had a messy, lewd way of showing it.

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{tags: @beautifuleaglealpaca}

ryomen sukuna masterlist

i'm curious, what do you think human sukuna would act like if he was crushing on someone?

ahhh this is such a cute idea!!! it plays so well into my (totally not canon) softer sukuna.

in my head, sukuna would take a good long while to realise that what he's feeling is a crush at all. let's be honest, he's not exactly in tune with his emotions. when he does realise, he would still be in denial about the depth of it. he'd begrudgingly admit he thinks you're sweet, or that he thinks you're cool. maybe he'd swallow his pride enough to actually become friends with you. and then he'd find himself in your presence more and more often, his feelings growing stronger every time he sees you. eventually, he wouldn't be able to keep denying it.

once he does admit it to himself, he acts like an asshole. forget the king of curses, he's the king of defence mechanisms. he's rude, abrupt, generally rougher with you. he's so focussed on pushing you away that he takes it too far and you start thinking he hates you. until, of course, there's a big blow-up argument and you tell him that (or shout it at him because he's too stubborn to listen otherwise) and he stares at you for a second before just saying it like it's the most obvious thing in the world- "i don't hate you, you absolute dumbass, i like you."

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thank you for the cutest ask @sterzin, i hope that's a good answer! lowkey makes me want to write something like this..

I fucking love this shit.

Their relationship kind of reminds me of Ichigo and his hollow (Bleach).

I hope they reach the level of tolerence Ichigo has for his hollow (like in the filler episode where the hollow was ready to take a swim with his beach accessories in the soulmind).

Yuji:1 -  Sukuna:0 This is probably the silliest thing I have ever drawn, no regrets 🌶️

Sukuna is so cute dusting himself 😭😭

If anything, Sukuna has class

heh … rubs hands deviously … heh Gojo here i come !!!

currently taking requests for bsd/jjk/mha texts :)

this is pretty sigma 😼

“Go for it, Itadori!”

SUMMARY : it seems the sunshine of jujutsu high has developed feelings for you! such a shame you’re a little too clueless to realise it though. oh well, looks like he’ll have to turn to his friends for advice!

GENRE : fluff with a smidge of angst!

A/N : i am currently starting up a new taglist specifically for jjk, so please click on the taglist link and specify what you want to be tagged in for future posts. this is my first time writing for jjk so please be polite, i was a bit wary on starting something new. enjoy!

masterlist | taglist | main page

Ever since Yuji Itadori had laid eyes on you he knew he was in for it.

You had timidly walked in with your jujutsu uniform on, twiddling with your fingers in a nervous manner as you looked down at them wary and all.

He just thought you looked oh so cute.

So when he hears he’ll be tagging along with you in missions, he knew that was the perfect way to start.

“Hey!” He calls out to you as you’re packing up your things when everyone begins to leave the classroom. “Im Yuji, Yuji Itadori!” He extends his hand.

You turn to look at him and you take a moment to study his face, his cheerful eyes full of so much light you swear you can feel the light radiating off of them. You can’t help but crack a little smile, meeting his hand with yours as you shake it gently.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You say softly, and he swears he could just melt from how sweet you speak. He already knows your name from when Gojo introduced you to the rest of the class, but you could repeat your name over and over again and he would never get bored of it.

A few months go by and you two are as close as ever. You are constantly with eachother no matter the occasion and have become completely inseparable.

Megumi and Nobara begin to notice it too. They think it’s sweet, sure. But they can’t help but notice how Yujis cheeks light a certain shade of pink everytime you look his way..

“So, what’s the deal with you and Y/N?” Nobara blurts out randomly. Luckily, you weren’t able to attend the little hangout your friends had invited you to, so you weren’t able to hear into this excruciating and painful conversation Nobara was about to have with Yuji.

Yuji looks up from his dessert he was eating, eyes blown wide with a frozen look on his face, visibly not expecting this sudden question. “Um, I don’t..follow..”

“Oh you know exactly what I mean, Itadori!” Nobara huffs, her eyebrows furrowing as she crossed her arms, clearly not backing down from this until she gets thorough answers. “I see the way you look at her, so does Fushiguro.”

“I do..?” Megumi questions with a slightside glance, seemingly only piecing together what’s going on right now. Nobara sighs loudly as she leans back in the booth chair. “Seriously? Try to keep up, Fushiguro..”

“H-hey now I don’t understand! You don’t get to just make up assumptions about me that you obviously know nothing about?!” Yuji stands up from his seat dramatically, evidently flustered at this sudden attack.

“Oh yeah? And what assumptions that?” Nobara asks with a raised eyebrow.

“That I like Y/N!! I don’t!!”

“I never said anything about you liking them?”

Silence fills the small cafe as shame and embarrassment creeps up on Yuji like an insect.

“..Oh.”

So yeah, he’s not sly with it.

With that established, Nobara and Megumi (by force) made it their duty to hype Yuji up so he can confess and you two can be together.

Now see, Yuji had saw signs beforehand that you may reciprocate the same feelings. You fidgeted more than normal, you also had that same tinted patch on pink on your cheeks when you see him, and your eyes light up with the same amount of sparkle as his when you speak to him.

What? He notices!

So when he finally musters up enough courage to confess that he likes you whilst you two are out together at your favourite boba shop, it’s safe to say he was rather shocked at the response you give him.

“Huh? I already know that Yuji!”

He shoots his head up to look at you, eyes as wide as a grape as he blinks numerous times.

“S-say what now?!”

“Yeah! Otherwise you wouldn’t be my friend!”

Whoop, there it is.

“..R-right! Yeah! Just wanted to be clear..!”

Safe to say, he’s super embarrassed. I mean, can you blame him? You just friend-zoned the poor boy into oblivion! So, when he gets home, he turns to another friend for advice.

“Listen, brother. You just have to show them what you’re all about!” Todo says with a confident look. “Show them what all that trainings been for, eh?!” He flexes his muscles, to which Yuji gives him a dreadful look.

“I don’t wanna make them uncomfortable!” Yuji argues.

“What? Brother a little flexing won’t hurt anybody!”

Yuji had little hope holding out for Todo, but he supposed a little advice was better than none. With Todo’s last words ringing in his mind, he set off the next morning with a confident look and chest held high.

“Go for it, brother!”

The next morning came and you and Yuji were currently on your way in Ijichi’s car to a local neighbourhood which held a limited number of cursed spirits that were tormenting the citizens. You both sat next to eachother as you chatted to him.

“So, did you get home safely?” You ask him, referring to last night after the ‘boba tea friend-zone’ incident.

“Oh! Uh, yeah totally.” He says with a faux chill tone, looking out the window as he places his hand on the back of his neck. “I actually got into a fight with some cursed spirits while walking back..”

Well, that part was a lie, but he had to make an excuse somehow!

You gasp in worry, eyebrows knitting together in concern as you reach to touch his shoulder. “Oh goodness, are you okay?”

Yujis face flushes, but luckily you can’t see that due to him looking the opposite direction. So he sorts himself out before he takes a deep breath and turns to you, his face now neutral and unbothered.

“Yeah, I’m chill..” He emphasises the ‘chill’ with a huge stretch of his arms, flexing them to you subtly with a nod. “Just got to put my training to use, slaying them curses like nothing matters, you get me?” He says with a ‘gangster’ like tone that Todo had previously taught him.

You take a moment to process what he’s saying, blinking a few times before withdrawing your hand and backing away a little.

“Yuji, are you sure you’re feeling okay..?” You ask, your face and tone only increasing in concern and worry. Yujis expression falters, realising he’s only making you feel worse, which isn’t what he wanted at all.

“N-no! Im good really..! Sorry! Im sorry!” He apologises, taking your hands in his and lowering his head repeatedly.

Ijichi has never been more confused in his life.

After that, Todo was officially ticked off the list for ‘asking for relationship advice’ and he was strictly forbidden from trying to contribute.

“The best thing to do is to flourish them with compliments! You gotta give them a flashy smile and charm them with your romantic gestures!” Panda exclaims with a gleam to his teeth.

“Isn’t there a word for that..?” Nobara asks “What’s it called?”

“Love bombing?” Megumi replies.

“Yeah! You don’t want to do that to Y/N!” Nobara says with an intense shaking of her head.

“Woah woah hey now! Let’s not get too hasty throwing around words.” Panda argues. “A little complimenting never hurt anyone!”

Suddenly, Yuji got deja vu from Todo all over again.

“Trust me, pal. Once you get them with your words, they’ll be swooning all over you!” Panda says with a thumbs up. “Go for it, Itadori!”

Yuji couldn’t help but hesitate, but he pushes through that uneasy feeling and takes the advice with a heavy heart.

The sky was filled with bright that complimented the colour of the dark night, but Yuji wasn’t interested in that.

Not when the most beautiful thing was right beside him, staring up at the night sky with a cute smile.

“You like the stars?” He asks quietly, eyes focused on your face.

“Yeah, they’re unreal.” You reply, a slight glimmer in your eyes as you speak.

“..You’re unreal..” He responds, to which you look at him instantly just to make sure you got your hearing right.

“..Im sorry?” Yuji almost backs down when you say that, but he has to try.

“Y-you’re unreal, you’re so beautiful.” He continues, leaning closer to you. “I could look into your eyes for hours because they’re just so pleasing to look at!”

Pleasing? Okay maybe he has to rein it in a bit!

You back away instantly, and his heart breaks a little.

“I-..I have to go home..” You say abruptly, standing up and grabbing your things. Yuji is set into panic mode.

“W-what? Why?” He says, his tone and demeanour now completely changed.

“You’ve-“ You stop for a moment, choosing your words wisely before you speak. “You have been acting different recently, Yuji. You’re not yourself.”

“No, no I have been myself! Really, I have!” He attempts to reassure you, scurrying to get off the grass and up to try and get you to stop.

“Well, you haven’t been my Yuji as of late.” You say a matter of factly, and that statement breaks Yujis heart into a million pieces. His expression falters, and he looks defeated.

“Y/N, please..” He says weakly, standing there.

“Yuji I just think you need to have some time to yourself for a while, call me when you’ve thought this through.” You whisper as you walk past and away from him, leaving the poor shell of a boy by himself as he stands, completely and utterly stunned at this sudden reality check.

Everyone noticed the lack of cheer and sun radiating off of Yuji the next day, and it made people feel uneasy.

As soon as he stepped into class the room had a lack of colour and lack of light to it, it felt..dull.

But the others can easily piece together what happened.

“Pandas advice didn’t work?” Megumi asks as he looks at Yuji moping on his desk as the bell rings.

“Or Todos, or yours or Nobaras..” Yuji mumbles as he holds his head in his hands. “They hate me..”

“Got your text!” Panda announces as he walks in the classroom, followed by Toge and Maki.

“Yeesh, that bad huh?” He asks.

“Your advice didn’t work. They got freaked out and went home..”

Maki raises an eyebrow. “What did you do?”

Yuji was about to reply, but Nobara interrupts. “He freaked them out with weird compliments.”

“Are you serious?” Yuji covers his ears at Maki’s raised voice.

“Aghhh! I know I know okay?! It was bad enough that I took Todos advice too a—“

“You took Todo’s advice? My god you really are an idiot.” At this Yuji flinches, snapping his head up with a defensive look. “Hey! You gotta be nice to me I’m weeping over here!!”

Maki sighs, before pulling up a chair and sitting down across from Yuji. “You wanna know why they aren’t getting the hint?”

Yuji hesitates for a moment but slowly nods. Maki takes a breath before answering.

“It’s because all they are focused on is how much you’ve changed around them recently and they aren’t wanting to go out with someone like that.” She explains. “They want you for you, not some Todo or Panda lookalike.”

“Im a good guy you know..” Panda mumbles.

“Have you atleast done the most basic thing and asked them out on a date?” Maki asks.

Yuji thinks for a moment, before his eyes go wide and he slaps himself on the head. “Damn it!!”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me..”

The clock read 10:15pm, you were currently finishing up some homework on your desk when suddenly a phone ring interrupts you from your studies.

Yuji! ❤️ is calling…

You can’t help the little smile that escapes your lips but you hold a little worry, just what was he going to utter out now..?

Still, you pick up the phone, holding it to your ear.

“Hello?” Theres a moment of rustling and background sound before you hear his voice.

“H-hi! I thought it through, can we talk?”

Your smile grows wider and you nod, although he can’t even see you. “Of course we can Yuji..”

“Great!” You can hear the excitement and relief in his voice through the phone. “Because it would be a bit awkward if you didn’t look out your window right now..”

Say what now?

Your heads snaps up from your work as you stand up from your chair, walking over to your window.

It was absolutely pouring it down with rain outside, but that never stopped Yuji. There he was, drenched from head to toe in water from the blistering rain as he stands there with a dopey smile on his face, phone in hand.

“Open up for a moment?”

You rush downstairs and put on your raincoat and slippers before opening the door and walking towards him, he waits until you’re right infront of him to speak.

“Is it okay if I ask you to not speak until I’ve finished?” He asks, you nod.

Yuji nods mostly to himself, before taking a deep breath in.

“You’re right, I haven’t been myself recently.” He starts, thinking of his words and picking them thoroughly. “But, I’d be lying if I said I have been myself at all around you.”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion, parting your lips.

“When I’m around you, you make me a different version of myself. You make me feel in such a good way I never knew was possible.” He continues, looking into your eyes as he does. “You make me feel all fuzzy it makes my stomach hurt, you make my heart beat out my chest like I’m dying.” He laughs nervously as he speaks, to which you smile and giggle yourself.

“W-what im trying to say is..I like you, Y/N. More than a friend and more than anything. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your eyes widen a bit, your smile widening as the same familiar patch of pink spreads across both of your cheeks. A moment of silence fills the air before he speaks up once more.

“Would you like to go out with me?”

In that moment when you look at him, you don’t see anyone else. You see Yuji, you only see Yuji and that’s all you’ve ever wanted.

So your answer is borderline clear when you open your mouth and say..

“I’d like that alot.”

TAGLIST : @melluvsuu

✿ riiwrites ; please please please don’t plagiarise or repost any of my works on any other platforms! especially without crediting!

“ 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 . ”

character : gojo satoru. (yuji, megumi, nobara, makima)

context : your are the control devil’s vessel, and gojo satoru's assistant! did I tell you that's he's also involved with you? talk about that!

authors notes : theres 50% chance i wont finish it.

warnings : ooc, male!reader, male pronouns, reader referred as 'you', implied bisexual gojo yuh, makima is also there, csm x jjk crossover!!, this was inspired by a fic on wattpad, probably canon divergence, gojo is inlove with you, perhaps you like him back..

FEATURING : the main cast

satoru gojo , ex-childhood sweetheart!

28 years old

your amazing (annoying) boss and... future husband. what.

somewhere in the past you both broke off and stop talking, I wonder why?

makima , control devil companion

she mentioned being in her 20s, you doubt that.

your only friend! she says.

she really like dogs. a little too much.

yuji itadori , sukunas vessel (twinnies!)

16 years old

is that some kind of nepo baby?

he reminds makima of someone... eh who cares.

megumi fushiguro , go emo boy go!

16 years old

gojos adopted son

obedient pretty dogs he has, you want them.

nobara kugisaki , sassy queen, clock it!

16 years old

she likes to shop with you! you mostly buy the expensive clothing (with gojos card)

r.i.p nobrara you would've loved black cookouts

stealing or reposting my stuff isn't sigma.