Jjk Smau Request, Maybe Secret!bf Texts For Office Romance With Sukuna?

𐙚 ⋮ Aphrodites gamble sequel ꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇ the amount of trigger warnings the sequel will have is too much to put on here, I’ll do it later. BUT basically, this sequel is basically the plot of the Trojan war but instead of mene and Helen, it’s Tele and pandora/y/n. This sequel doesn’t “need” to be read, so remember you can always click off if you feel uncomfortable.

୨୧┇TW: implied sa, physical abuse, violent language, suggestive jokes, sexual threats, physical threats, description of gore and dead bodies, Raphael is a warning.

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╰─ ♡ Main series:

୨୧┇Chapter one

jjk men x reader smau

you impose a s!x ban ☹️

characters included: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji

* MDNI

₊˚ෆ HOW TOJI DEALS WITH OTHER MEN LIKING YOU <3

Tw- breeding, mentions of violence (not towards you), video recording. Not proofread

“Nuh uh don't hide this fucking pussy, show him how much you're creamin’ on my cock, don’t go all shy on me darling”. Toji laughed mockingly, his large hand effortlessly clasping both of your wandering wrists above your head to prevent any escape while using your phone to zoom in on the icky view of the mess between your mellowed thighs.

A streak of milky wetness glistened all over his massive cock, cascading down to his aching balls that were being captured in the filthy mess anyways because of how it's continuously slamming against your asshole that was coated with the cream that seeped out your gooey cunt.

"Fuck yeah, ya see that? See how this cute little pussy is wetting my dick? She sure as hell must be fucking loving it to be making this hell of a mess," he declared proudly. His deep, husky laugh resonated throughout the room, leaving no doubt that Toji was most likely losing his mind over the situation.

A few minutes earlier you told him about the guy from your class who confessed his feelings to you and you’re very uncertain about how to respond so you asked your boyfriend for some advice and well he decided to matters into his own hands.

“Tojii.. l-let go!” You cried out, attempting to dig your nails into his wrists as if that would make any difference, considering how fucking strong he is that it made your efforts almost laughably worthless.

“Nah don't think I want to darling, this fucker needs to know who the hell you belong to” he gritted his teeth at the thought of the guy even having the audacity to think you'd date him. You're all his and he would go to extreme lengths to ensure it remains that way.

The two of you were undeniably meant for each other and there was no fucking way in hell Toji would let some random fucker take you away from him.

“You wish this was you huh? Too fucking bad it's all mine to stuff and fuck, she belongs to me. Keep texting her and I’ll find you and bash your stupid fucking head in. Ya hear me?”. His brutal words cut through the air with a sharp edge, conveying possessiveness and veiled threats. It reverberated loudly, ensuring every detail was captured in the recording that the guy will be listening to soon after this.

His voice was deeper and harsher than normal, making your little cunt flutter even more around his stiffened shaft.

Which he obviously picked up on. “Ohhh you're such a slutty fucking whore baby, who am I kidding.” his grip on your bruised hands tightened. Threatening to leave more red, angry marks as he buckled his hips harshly into your ruined pussy. The force of his hips as he pushed into you aggressively showed literally no mercy.

“You’ll never fucking leave me, you're too fucking obsessed that your little cunt is twitching around me to the thought of me killing another man for you huh?”.

“N-no—” you stammered, turning your head away to look the other direction which made his grin widen even more as he playfully licked the faded scar on his lips because it had always been an indication of you lying whenever you looked away from him like that.

“Aww, that's fine doll," he murmured softly, his gaze unwavering as he directed the phone towards your fucked out face. His body sank deeper, inching downwards until his face hovered mere inches from your own. "you know what I'm thinking?”.

You peered your eyes at him and held contact in sheer curiosity.

“I’ll just breed this pretty fucking pussy and fuck a baby into you, how's that sound? Huh? You'll be such a good Mommy to our kid” his breath is now fanning against your face. Your body quivered at the thought, a deep longing stirring within you.

The thought of his suggestion made you moan, not just a normal moan. There's no particular way to describe it but the thought of that made your mind blurry and hazed. You and Toji always talked about having children in a few years but there's no harm in one now.

His possessiveness drove you crazy. Sure you knew Toji wasn’t a saint or an angel because at the end of the day, he murdered people for a living and because of that alone— he knew about the lonesome dangers of the world so he’s extremely overprotective and you’d loved every bit of it.

The thought of Toji even thinking you’d leave him for anyone else was an insult towards you because both of you were perfect for each other in every way possible.

“Y-yes! yes please, wanna carry your baby!” you babbled over and over, nodding your head like some stupid bitch as he proudly smirked at your reaction in amusement. “Yeah? Want me to make you a mommy? Get you pregnant so you'll be all full and swollen? Then everyone is gonna fucking know who you belong to”. The glint in Toji’s eyes was so dark, that it almost had you scared for a moment.

“Yesyesyes, please, m’so desperate Toji, fill me up–” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes as you pleaded fervently.

“Yeah fuck that, y’know what—” he mumbled to himself with a brief pause to stop the recording on his phone and swiftly hitting the "send" button to the guy that’s currently and patientlyyy waiting for your response in the chat. He casually tossed the device to the side and embraced you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you and wrapped around your neck to hug you before vigorously slamming his hips into you in an intense pace.

Unfortunately, the poor guy never had the chance to witness the adorable blessing you and Toji shared several months later because your boyfriend assassinated him on his way home the very next afternoon because he tried to speak to you again in person.

boyfriend!satoru and boyfriend!suguru when their gf is sick 🤒

“come on baby you’ve been asleep for ages,” suguru calls down the corridor towards your shared room. he makes his way over to your sleeping form smiling at the little lump you had become under the pile of blankets.

“hi princess-“ he stopped his petting of your head when he made contact with your forehead, the heat permeating from your skin immediately drawing his attention.

“oh no baby you’ve got a temperature.”

you weren’t understanding anything he was saying, he almost looked like a ball of colour to your disassociating yourself.

“mmmf”

“i know baby, i know. satoru! satoru come here. gimme a second princess.”

“mmf”

“hello what am i missing out on?”

“go and get me pain killers and a cold towel, oh and an orange and a bottle of water.”

“why what’s happening oh my god what is happening?”

“satoru stop it she’s fine it’s just a temper-“

“A TEMPERATURE? i’m sure hospitals have stuff for that?”

“satoru. get the stuff i asked for please.”

you barely registered the blankets being stripped off of your body until you felt a slight breeze on your torso.

“noo no cold please.”

“baby i’m sorry, you have to regulate your body temperature okay?

then he was lifting your head and adding extra pillows under your neck.

“sugu i don’t feel good :( “ you said in your tiny little voice. just barely a whisper but he heard you all the same.

“i know baby, it hurts doesn’t it?” he was practically petting you between your brows like one would do to a kitten.

“you’ll be better in no time hmm? we can sit and watch movies and then when you’re feeling a bit better i’ll make you some nice warm food yeah?”

and before you could reply there was a loud bang at the door signaling your other boyfriend’s arrival.

“where’s the casualty!”

“satoru not so loud, what’s all that?”

you turned your head towards your white haired partner and took in his arms, full to the brim with nearly everything from your kitchen cabinets.

he had every fruit from the fruit bowl, three flavors of juice, 5 types of painkiller, 2 couch cushions, what looked like four bath towels? and even some chocolate bars. he dropped it all dramatically as he climbed next to you on the bed.

“oh my god baby we’re gonna overcome this don’t worry. aw look at you.”

and his hands were pawing at your sweaty hair and back.

“satoru she’s okay don’t worry, a temperature isn’t anything to be worried about.”

“we should take all the necessary precautions.”

“do you know what the necessary precautions are?”

he stared blankly before kissing you all over your cheeks and eyelids. suguru couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyfriends actions, he knew satoru was only trying to lighten your mood with his silly antics. suguru took a dampened towel and started to gently wipe your back with it as satoru stroked your hair and whispered words of love to you.

“baby you want us to run you a bath?”

“yes please.”

with the amount of love in this very room you were bound to recover in no time.

a/n : hope u guys like them as much as I do 🧸

Change of Heart - Choso Kamo x Reader

[First time writing Choso and hopefully it won't be the last 👉👈 Includes hurt/comfort fluff, mentions of pain and treating injuries, and light angst. Word count: 2100]

This is it.

Your back hits the cold stone wall behind you as you try desperately to back away. You stare up at the man looming over you - he looks human enough on the surface, but he has to be a curse. From his hair, pulled into two spiked buns, to his white and purple robes, along with the strange mark across his face, his appearance is all too reminiscent of the other bizarre entities you've encountered throughout Shibuya in the past few hours. Not only that, but his cursed energy is strong and strangely familiar, as if you've felt his presence before.

“Who are you?” he demands in a low voice. You really can't afford to piss him off, so you have no choice but to take the honest route.

“My name is Y/N, I'm a jujutsu sorcerer.”

The man's eyes narrow. “Do you know Yuji Itadori?”

You gulp. Of course you do - you've been on a team with Itadori for a few months now. Either way, just about everyone knows him as the King of Curses’ vessel by now. Despite the implications of that title, it's never been a problem for you. Itadori is one of the best allies you've had, and a good person at heart. What business this man has with him, you have no idea. It certainly isn't the most confusing thing you've encountered tonight.

“Yes, I know him,” you admit.

“And what association do you have with him?”

“I'm… His teammate.”

The man steps toward you, his gaze holding strong. “Did you help him kill my brothers?”

Brothers? Can curses even have siblings?

That's when you realize why this man's cursed energy feels so familiar. It's almost identical to two curses you encountered on a previous mission with the others. However, you had no part in exterminating the curses - Itadori and Kugisaki had it handled.

“I met them, but…”

The man clenches his teeth. “It's just as I thought, then.” He steps toward you once again, his fists balled tightly at his sides. You tremble, your eyes locked on the figure towering over you. His gaze cuts straight through your soul. It holds more than just the hatred typical of curses - you can see the grief, and pain, in his eyes.

The mark on his face changes shape as he raises his hand, manifesting a swirling mass of red liquid. Blood?

You close your eyes, raising your arms and bracing for impact. “No, please, I didn't kill your brothers! I-I don't want to die!”

He stands still for a moment. The blood dissipates as he drops to one knee in front of you. You look up, surprised to find him only a few inches from your face.

You flinch, swatting at him desperately. “S-Stay back, curse!”

He scoffs, grabbing your wrists and holding them still, to your dismay. “Calm down. I'm not going to kill you.” He raises an eyebrow. “And what makes you assume I'm just another curse?”

You glance away, giving up your aggression. “Y-Your cursed energy, it's strong. And it's the same as the two curses I encountered before…”

His intense gaze falters, a bittersweet smile taking its place. “So you really did meet my brothers.” He lets go of you and shifts to sit in a more comfortable position, his legs now crossed. “I think I may have misjudged. My name is Choso. I'm part-curse, part-human. So were my brothers. It's… Complicated.”

Choso looks you up and down, taking note of your injuries. You stay still and silent, eyeing him cautiously. You've never heard of a half-human, half-curse, but it explains a lot. You can't help but let your curiosity be piqued.

“Y/N, you're badly injured. Let me help you.”

Your heart twists with a mix of emotions. Are you supposed to feel comforted or terrified?

“What? You're… Not going to hurt me?”

He sighs. “As I said, no, I'm not going to harm you. All I could think about was how my brothers must have felt the same way you do right now.”

Your heart sinks. You've never felt empathy for a “curse” before. Somehow, you get a feeling like he's more human than a lot of other people you've dealt with.

Choso stands up, offering you a hand. “Let's get you somewhere safe, so we can take care of these wounds. Can you stand?”

You lift yourself to your feet, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through your leg. You lose balance, and Choso hurries to your side, slipping his arm firmly around you.

“It's okay, I won't let you fall. There's a safe spot nearby. Just follow my lead.”

And so, you find yourself being carried along by the half-curse, your arms wrapped snugly around each other. Choso is surprisingly warm - a welcome contrast to the cold October air. You find yourself leaning into him as you walk, to which he doesn't appear to mind at all. You make your way through the rubble, trying not to look up at the now devastated Shibuya too often. After a few surprisingly quiet minutes, you make it to a building that appears mostly untouched by any attacks.

“I think this is a suitable spot,” Choso observes, leading you through the doorway. You look around at the interior - it appears to have been an apartment, though its inhabitants have certainly evacuated for good by now. Choso sets you down on the couch, its cushions covered with a thin layer of dust and debris from the shaken building. He walks into an adjoining room, shuffling around in a cabinet before returning with an armful of first-aid items.

“First we have to clean these wounds,” he states. You gulp, eyeing the bottle of peroxide in his hand. He sits on the couch, facing you, and sets the items by his side. “May I remove your clothes?”

Your face heats up. How can he ask a question like that with such an unbothered expression!?

“Well?” he adds, his face unchanging. “Your face is very red all of a sudden, are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine! That's fine…”

He tilts his head curiously, finding your flustered demeanor to be entertaining in a way.

“Okay. I'm going to have to take off this shirt. I should only have to lift one of the legs of your pants, though.” He takes the bottom of your Jujutsu High uniform top in his hands, casually pulling it up and off of your body. You shiver in response to the cold air hitting your skin. He sets the article aside, before pulling up the leg of your pants just above your knee in a similar manner. Luckily, they're loosely fitted and don't have to be removed entirely. At least you're saved from that awkwardness.

Choso places a hand on your side, turning your body slightly so he can take a peek at your back. You stare down at the couch, trying not to let your nervousness get in the way.

He looks over your wounds thoughtfully. “You have some cuts on your back, but nothing severe. This gash on your knee is a bit worse, but you shouldn't need stitches.” He grabs the peroxide and a rag, pouring some of the clear liquid onto the cloth.

“I'll start with your leg.” He presses the cloth to your skin with a focused look, and you instinctively pull your leg back, hissing at the stinging sensation. He lifts his head, his expression surprisingly patient.

“You're going to have to stay still, okay?” He says, slowly guiding your leg back toward him. “This will only take a moment, I promise. Are you ready now?”

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation of the pain. He carefully places the rag back against your knee, holding your leg gently in place with his free hand. Every once in a while he glances up at your face, keeping careful track of your expressions. Your eyes follow Choso's hand as he moves the rag slowly across the wound, wiping away the blood. Finally, he sets the rag aside, checking over your knee once more before letting it go.

“That's much better,” he comments. “Now, your back. Could you turn around? It will be easier that way.”

You turn your back toward Choso, closing your eyes this time. Although the wounds on your back aren't as deep, they span across a larger area for sure. This one is going to be tough. Choso prepares another rag, bringing it slowly to your skin.

“A-AH-” you cover your mouth with one hand, strangling an exclamation of pain, and grip the couch tightly with your other. Choso continues this time, running the rag carefully along each cut. You bite your lip as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. Choso places his free hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing your skin and hushing you.

“It's okay. You're doing just fine… Perfect, perfect, we're almost done…”

You focus on his words, letting the tears fall down your cheeks as Choso finishes with your last wound. Before you know it, he's turning you back around to face him and pulling you close, his arms wrapped comfortingly around you. You open your eyes, finding yourself surrounded by the soft fabric of his outfit. You bring your hands between your chest and his body, holding onto the cloth as you exhale shakily.

“It's okay, it's okay,” he repeats, rubbing your back. You peek up, a caring look shining in the darkness of his eyes. He continues to hold you for a moment before reaching for the bandages. He backs slightly away from you, giving himself enough space to wrap your wounds with the same gentleness as before. Surprisingly, the pain has started to subside already.

“How does that feel?” he asks, sounding slightly proud of himself. You fold and unfold your leg, then turn your torso from side to side, finding that it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before.

“That's a lot better… Thank you, Choso,” you say shakily. Choso rests his hands on either side of your face, wiping the last of your tears away with his thumbs. He wants to say something but he doesn't know how. He parts his lips, only to hesitate and close them again, and looks thoughtfully into your eyes as though he'll find the answer there.

“Y/N…” he pauses, carefully considering his words. He rests his hands back on his lap. “For some reason… you make me feel something I haven't felt before. It's similar to how I felt toward my brothers, but… still, different.”

He takes your hands in his own, looking down at them contemplatively.

“I want to protect you, and keep you close, and… Do you know what I mean!?” He says, exasperated.

Love.

“I do.”

Your breath hitches as Choso grabs your face, pressing his lips frantically against your own. Your heart pounds as he holds you in a deep kiss, before pulling away just as quickly. The feeling lingers on your lips, and admittedly, it's a really good one.

“W-Was that okay? Did I do that right?” he pants, still close enough that you can feel his breath. His pale face is now tinted with a deep blush. “I'm sorry, I've never-”

“Yes, you did…” You cut off his overthinking, leaning in for another try. He lets out a small, surprised sound before melting into the kiss. This time it's longer, more confident, yet still as passionate as the last. Choso drapes his arms around your back once again, craving more of this warm feeling filling his heart. No matter how wrong everything outside these walls may be, everything feels right with you in his arms.

You let out a soft laugh as you pull away, catching your breath. Choso smiles, brushing his sharp bangs out of his face with a swipe of his hand. You remain in his embrace for a long moment, basking in his safe, comforting presence. But as you come down from the heat of the moment, something nags at you deep down.

“Choso, what are you going to do now?” you whisper, recalling your initial conversation. He takes a deep breath. His burning desire to get revenge for his brothers still remains… but he can't let go of this new feeling. He's certain of that.

“I'm going to go find Itadori.” he says firmly, standing from the couch. “But… I want you to come with me. I feel it's best if we sort this out together.”

You follow Choso back into the city, walking hand-in-hand through the darkness. With him by your side, this time it doesn't feel so scary.

So glad everyone has come to the collective conclusion that Mark is a munch no matter whatever reality it is that boy FEASTS !!!! (ofc some better than others)

can see him being so into it he does it in the morning, maybe he wants to wake you up and give him some….. attention ;) and this is the best wake up he can think of. or it’s a nice and quiet morning in and you just wake up to him lazily eating you out bc he’s clearly hungry and “eating breakfast”

randomly throughout the day if he’s not working ofc and he gets in a mood while spending time with you or just starts thinking about you bro is on you immediately!! apologizing as he goes down bc he just can’t help himself and you taste so good and he loves you so much and he gets soooo into it

Can totally see him grinding himself into whatever hes laying on or he’s got one hand on himself but he can and will give you his full undivided attention to make it so good for you dw he’s really good at multi-tasking

he wants you for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner bby nothin is stopping that man

Mark has a long and horrible day where he’s just exhausted and comes home to you, the love of his life, just doing somethin hella domestic and you turn to see him come in looking battered as hell and ofc you rush over to check on him and take care of him and he’s so overwhelmed with his love for you at that moment the only thing he can think of to take the ache of stress off his back is to go down on his beautiful and amazing s/o until she’s incoherent and sobbing in pleasure

Mark has also totally come home maybe super keyed up or pissed off and pounces on you the second he sees you. just gets aggressive and sloppy and it’s wet and messy. only time he’s rough with you is if he’s feeling like this or you ask for it. but bro is goin FERAL over you and he’s gripping your thighs so hard and speaking literal FILTH as he practically makes out with your cunt. he acts like a man starved until he’s done then it’s back to being usual goofy and chill Mark who’s ready to have an actual conversation with you LOL. sometimes you just gotta let the man eat till he’s ready ya know ??

he also definitely uses it as a method to relax you. maybe you’re the one hella stressed out or can’t sleep, thoughts erratic and all over the place so Mark takes it upon himself to eat you out until you’re boneless on the sheets. head empty with the only thoughts being of him. he’s pretty gentle and slow when doing it like this, more focused on making you feel good and you enjoy yourself. massaging at your thighs and whispering praise, you don’t last long at all.

def takes what he has ever watched in porn and tries it out with you btw <3

his fav sex position is also 69 btw no I will not be told otherwise 🫶 (unless it’s the one position where he can watch himself go in and out of you bc it’s so hot LOL)

Random Texts with the jjk men.

includes: nanami, sukuna, toji, geto,gojo

warnings: crack, slight suggestive, honestly this was just for laughs

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I'm imagining a child that looks like the reader, but acts exactly like Wukong as well as having his powers and abilities.

Pft you just see this cute little human looking kid in the middle of the forest and go up to him thinking that he’s lost only for him to absolutely insane and start chasing you around with glowing red and gold eyes. And right as he’s about to catch you and bite your ankles off, a normal looking woman pops out of the trees and scoops up the crazy child just says, “I’m so sorry! He has social anxiety!” And she just walks off into the forest while gently scolding the now sweet looking little one hugging his mother as they leave.

(Refering to the reader beating the shit out of nogogglescible drabble) "lemme know if you want a fic" PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS PLEAS PLEAS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAHJ PLEADH PLEDSAF PLEADLS PLESRE-

Damn shawty OK! Here's a quick one!

CW: violence, masochism, dirty talk(?) It's no goggles cmon man

"Do whatever you can to beat it out of him." Is what Cecil told you before you came into the interrogation room. They had somehow subdued this version of Invincible and trapped him in dull room with only one giant one-way mirror, he was trapped and confined to a chair with giant technological confines caging his hand, as if his hands were through a cinderblock.

You were debriefed before you came here, you heard of the killing, how he behaved, naturally you were already wary of Invincible's strength, and this seemed like Cecil's worst nightmare. An Invincible that isn't on your side.

The 'Mark' with you right now had his head tossed back, leaning and lounging like this was a waiting room, he looked up; no goggles covering his dark eyes. "Oh, HeLLO!" He sat up, excited to toy with you. "I remember you!"

You ignored his rambling as you looked through a list. "Y'know, we used to bang in my world! Then you got emotional when I killed somebody and broke up with me. Total bitch behaviour in my opinion, but hey, the sex was— GUH?!"

You had reeled back your fist and swung it into his jaw as best as you could, watching him pant and groan as he readjusted himself. "Ooh! Oh you wanna play?! Fuck, I can't believe I felt that!"

"Where did you and your copies come from?" You started, eyebrows furrowed as his attitude was getting on your nerves. Mark paid no mind to your questioning.

"What copies? You think perfection can be made twice?! You wish there were mo— OUGH!" Another punch in the opposite direction, blood splattering past his lips.

"Answer my questions, why are you here?!"

"Get fucked, sugar♡" Mark grinned as he looked up at you, blood blending into his gums and soaking his teeth and lips, he wanted to piss you off.

You gritted your teeth in frustration, clenching your fists as you repeated the onslaught, his grunting and sputtering echoing in the room.

"Yes, fuck that's— GHK! YES! C'mon! UGH! Hit me again! Hit m—URGH! Oh fuck yes, harder! Harder!" He repeatedly tried to speak and yell at you to hit him harder, your knuckles growing sore and pained as he showed no sign of giving in.

You took a moment to breathe, hands reddened as your panting overlayed his groaning and moaning. "oooh baby... Hah... I know I'm invincible, but you hit like you wanna fuck me...!" His thighs parted further, bucking to get any friction. "Why don't you sit, huh? Gives you stability to beat the shit outta me!"

A cringe appeared on your features as he coaxed you on his lap, you could see a hardening beneath the fitted costume. This freak was horny.

"You're disgusting." You started while rolling up your sleeves, he could feel the arousal rush to his dick as he sat up, licking the blood of his lips.

"Yeah, c'mere baby— get mad at me! Hit me!"

The door clacked open as Cecil stepped in, his expression mirroring yours. "Alright, I can't watch this shit anymore, (Name). Hit the showers."

"I knew it! (Name)?! MY (Name) from MY world?!We were destined to fuck!" Mark announced excitedly while looking up at you. "Quit cockblocking, dickhead! Get out! I don't give a fuck if you cucks watch, just gimme 30 minutes alone here with—"

"You shut up! We'll deal with you later." Cecil watched you collect your things as Mark watched you like an abandoned dog, chest rising and falling. "Wh..?! Hey! Hold on! Not even gonna hit me bye?!"

You rolled your eyes, embarassed and angry by the interaction, you could hear him yelling as you left.

"Hey! Hey, come back whenever, sweetcheeks! Maybe I'll let you choke me while you ride me! You like that shit?! Fuck, you're just my type—"

The door slammed shut, you really hoped this ordeal would get sorted soon.

YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE DAD!SUKUNA😭 It’s just soo good!!!, I’m literally obsessed with Dad!sukuna🫶🏻

lol here’s a little snippet to start the day, in other words I had a domestic dream 🥺🤍

Jujutsu Teacher Sukuna AU

Somewhere in another time line Sukuna became a not so dedicated teacher at Jujutsu high school still after having turned himself into a curse, even 1000 years he landed a spot on the higher up’s board it hilarious when they try to execute someone and he completely disagrees.

They learned quickly is Sukuna disapproves of their actions agree with arrimen Sukuna. Don’t go behind his back and try to do it either. He’s not afraid to kill everyone and replace the entire board of Higher Ups

Then one year he met you, you came in from the sister school to be teacher. Usually he tried not to mess with staff they only last so long anyways. But maybe it was that time he saw you banging your head in the drink machine because you used your last bills to buy a drink and it got stuck. Or maybe it was that time Gojo and Toji surprisingly decided to team up against you and you managed to hold your own.

It was when YOU started to pursUE HIM he became really intrigued. At first he became annoyed because not to far behind the corner he could hear the snickering and “Oh she’s really doing it!” “She’s a brave woman to try and flirt with him…” “What are you idiots do- oh, this could be interesting.” “shhh, I can’t hear what he’s saying!”

You didn’t notice when he flicked his wrist, but you did hear your coworkers panic and the rushed steps. Looking back confused you were more confused when you looked back at Sukuna and he was leaning forward getting face to face with you before squishing your face in one of his hands. “You do understand you proud Jujutsu Sorcerers don’t live very long, so give me one good reason you want my attention.”

You wanted to badly to look away from those demanding red eyes, to pull away and breath the God given air, instead here you were getting dazed off his musk and cologne. Feeling his warm hand squish your face, nails lightly pressing against your skin. Smash- swallowing you had one chance to do this right. Don’t stutter, don’t fear, breath, don’t rush, don’t show him WEAKNESS.

“I J- ahem” ah.. I messed up already, “Wait let me restart- Okay I’m ready, I’m not gonna stand here and promise happiness smiles and endless love, praise and worship. I’m not gonna lie to your face and tell you everything you want to hear and pretend it’s all sunshine and rainbows. When I go on a mission I’m not gonna say I promise to always come back that would be a fools move. But at least in my last moments I’d have to privilege to remember you and all those wise words you used to tell me like. “Dumbass that’s why you keep more than two dollars in your wallet.” Or “Living to please others and dying with regrets if no helping everyone is vain, Live to please yourself at least in your final moments you’ll have some sense of fulfillment.” So like it or not I’m here to please myself if you say No and tell me to fuck off and send me on my way. I won’t regret having asking. If you say yes, well I won’t lie I wouldn’t really know what to do or say I came in expected to be rejected and humbled.” Finally your eyes left his, you were oblivious to stare he had. He wasn’t completely amused but he wasn’t bored of your words either. “Look at me.” You did, “you didn’t bore me entirely with your little … speech so I’ll give you one opportunity. Sunday, I have an early mission, meet me here at 4 in the morning and I’ll tell you with me. After I finish you can have the rest of my day or until I get bored.”

He didn’t get bored… it turned out you amused him so much more when you weren’t surrounded be suits.

And that’s how you ended up here.

“Yuji don’t say something stupid love can’t protect anyone.” Nobara rolled her eyes, “Yuh huh, your words can’t hurt me because my mom and dad’s love protects me.” He puffed his chest out crossing his arms and smiling with closed eyes, missing the book Nobara was throwing at him. A solid sound was made, Yuji was wide eyed, the all to familiar wrist holding the heavy book just in front of his face, “Careful Miss.Kugisaki it’d be a shame if you caught extra missions for disabling another student from completing his own.” Yuji smiled proudly, “See, protected.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, “Get to class Fushiguro was on your ass last time for being late to class.” He nodded his head at Yuji who just smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, “Alright.” Of course the Trio ran past you greeting you with “Hi Mrs.Sukuna!” Good morning Mom!” “Morning Y/n Senpai.” You watched them all keep running until your husband stood next to you offering you the Coffee Cup he had been drinking. You were distracted by one thing “Why do you have our photo album?” Sukuna felt his eye twitch, “Damn brat.” Was all he mumbled tucking it under his shoulder, “Your son believes your love protects him.”

You laughed, “OUR son believes OUR love for him protects him. Considering your holding that book Im assuming Kugisaki tried to throw it at him or you were reminiscing on that time you had to save them from a Special Grade ambush and when you had to carry them all out Yuji was sniffling how he knew he could count on you to be there for him.”

He looked away, “Higher ups are lucky I only wiped out half of them.” You rested your head on his shoulder pulling the album from him. “Aaww this is Yuji’s baby album” you cooed seeing the picture of Sukuna holding Yuji next to a bouquet of “It’s a Boy!” Balloons. In the background you could see the blur of Geto smacking Gojo on the back of the head.

Sukuna is secure as a man and father 🥹

So it’s not a surprise to you when you come home late from the school and find true form Sukuna threatening to break the sofa under his weight coddling 15yo Yuji 🥹

As much of a brute people have him to be, Yuji might be his only son, and he might call him brat and roll his eyes a lot. But he’d be damned if he were truly a bad dad. In a whispered conversation he told you about everything that happened on Yuji’s mission. How the mission was purposely miss graded and they basically walked into a special grade curses domain. Sukuna had no doubt in his mind that if wouldn’t have been the one over seeing their mission the first years wouldn’t have walked back out alive.

Yuji was alright the entire ride but when he got home he broke down crying, speechless gasping for air. That’s when Sukuna pick him up carrying him over the sofa, coddling Yuji wasn’t as easy now that they were almost the same height, so he turned to his true form. And let Yuji cry, scream and hold onto him. Rubbing his back, holding his head against his shoulder, just talking to him to comfort him. “Do you remember that time we went to the park, and you wondered off to far chasing a duck.” Yuji nodded still sniffling, “Your mom was scared shitless when she couldn’t find you.” He laughed and Yuji laughed lightly, “y.. yeah I remember I jumped into the pond and then you and mom started screaming and then jumped in…” sukuna laughed louder, “Y/n was so mad but she couldn’t stay mad when she saw you with that little duck.” He patted Yuji’s back resting his chin on his head. Soon Yuji fell asleep.

It led you to find him this state. You asked him to go lay him in his bed, he did. He came to help you make some comfort food, it was hilarious when you asked if he could use dismantle on vegetables and it turned out he could. Now over the table in the wall is a sign that says “Malevolent Kitchen.”

The house that night was filled with the soft sounds of cooking, you and your husband talking about whatever came to mind. The Golden pot boiling with whatever broth you made. Sukuna was fighting the rice cooker while you tempura fried some shrimp and rolled some noodles to cook

It was well past 9 when you heard Yuji coming, both of you turning to see him walking yawning and rubbing his eyes. Bare feet padding along the kitchen floor. “Come sit down Yu you gotta be hungry.” you fixed him a large bowl of noodles with Tempura shrimp. On the side were the massive Onigiri Sukuna had made, he even tried to use the nori stamp to put little faces on them. More often than not they have 4 little crooked eyes that looked mad but it squeezed your heart how he laughed to himself saying “Yuji’s going to love these.”

He did, you watched as he bit into it rice sticking to his face. “These are good dad what did you fill them with?” “Nitamago we forgot to pack em for lunch so.. improvise I guess.” You both sat down with Yuji talking and eating. Just enjoying the free time you had together before Sukuna would go commit another crime against the higher ups 🤍🤍

Yeah 🥹

Im here 10-1 in the morning 🤍 It took all day to type this out 😭😭

Also a lot of my co workers walked out today 🥹 it was rough

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