I THOUGHT YOUD HAVE MORE MUTUALS WHAT?

I THOUGHT YOUD HAVE MORE MUTUALS WHAT?

im a shy one teehee

i'd love to find some more tho <3

[ #1, Lord!Sukuna x knight!reader, heian-era trueform Sukuna, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, d/s relationship, graphic details, gnc reader, 600+ words ]

pt.2 (jealousy)

Ryomen Sukuna is to feast tonight. You, his right-hand knight, his first line of defence, his ever-faithful dog, his closest confidante, have prepared a banquet: you’ve slaughtered an entire Suguwara battalion. A fine stew they made, but Sukuna is still unsatisfied. 

“Be there no noble or peasant to fill my belly? No ample morsel in all these fertile lands?” Sukuna drawls, brows curled in annoyance. His entire court stands fearing their fates. The stew is finished, so is the rice and the wine.

“Then must I fare pale today?” His anger is terrible. Play your part, strong knight, save these trembling men. 

“O Lord,” You kneel onto one knee amid a parting crowd. “Point your finger and I shall hunt. My bow shall I draw, my sword shall I swing. You shall not go without your heart’s content.”

“Is that all you offer me, then?” His silken robes tinkle as he leans forward. 

“For you, I give you my teeth and nails,” comes your feverish vow. “My self and my soul, too. Pledged yours am I.”

“Hearty words, but my stomach goes unsated.”

“Then request, Lord. The sky itself will not be spared if you desire it so.”

“Will sky-air fill my hunger? I shall dine on something more precious.” His eyes burn crimson-flamed. “Your meat.”  

For a second you are taken aback, but the next one fills Sukuna with your aroma. Your unsheathed sword screeches against the marbled ground as you drag it with you up to his throne. In his lap you lay yourself and present your sword to him: Take it. Carve my flesh out as you desire. It’s all yours, anyway. 

If his courtiers, wives, concubines, soldiers and subjects gawk at the spectacle, Sukuna does not care. He caresses a gentle hand through your hair lest they cover the unwavering sincerity in your eyes. “No,” he declares, “Your deflowered sword shall not touch your skin. You deserve–,” his head leant down to yours, you breathe in the warmth of his exhale, “–a touch more worthy of you.”

You see the delight in Sukuna’s eyes before the horrifying pain rends through the centre of your chest. With one hand he’s broken your sternum apart and digs elbow-deep into your bloody mess of organs. Even with your reversed cursed technique it’s hard to keep awake: the hollow in your chest, the bloodloss, the unimaginable torture of it all pulling you under, away from your Lord’s blazing eyes that are all that you can perceive. You can feel every stretch of his finger inside you, every ripping tissue, every pulse on his heaving breath that echoes a desire that only you bring him. Only you and – found it – Sukuna, robes drenched in your blood red as his eyes, rips your heart out of you. It still beats for him. 

You can only lie limp cradled on his thighs and left arms as he sinks his teeth in, devotedly. An eye on his meal, another on his audience, and two on you. He does not say a word as he eats. What is there to say that you do not already understand? He eats your heart with overwhelming love and respect. 

Sukuna takes his time to chew through each bite, savouring the taste of your rich blood and strong sinews. This heart that nourished you since your birth, the one that stored memories of your childhood loves and dreams, all melt on his tongue. The flavour of your cursed energy, unparalleled. It pairs well with his own. 

He licks his fingers clean when he’s done. Not a single drop of blood of yours is wasted. You’re too pale, lips blue and palms white; Sukuna carries you to your chambers in his own arms. He does not offer to help you regenerate, he knows you can do it yourself. He trusts you. 

When you wake up, you find your sword next to you. Sukuna’s own blood, you can tell by its taste, is drying on your blade.

pt.2 (jealousy) masterlist

a/n: obsession x consumption x devotion my beloved trio

toge has a confession (aged up 21+) <3 nsfw; cursed speech, fingering, oral

Being friends with Toge is simple.

Even though he can't tell you exactly what's on his mind, there's a deep understanding between you and your favourite cursed speech user.

After working and completing missions together as regular partners, you thought you could read him like a book.

But he's been confusing you lately.

It could be with a mischievous smirk, like he knows all your secrets, a quirk of his eyebrows, a glint in his pretty, lilac eyes.

You can't put your finger on it.

But one afternoon, when you've returned from a mission together that's left you feeling totally exhausted, he decides to make his intentions clear.

He watches how your body slumps onto the couch with your legs dangling off the edge, unable to hold yourself up anymore, and he just needs to take care of you.

This desire to look after his sweet work partner is getting so much stronger recently and he can't hold back anymore.

So he sinks to his knees in front of you and starts unlacing your boots.

It's such a simple act of kindness, but it helps you to relax further into the sofa as you let out a sigh and give him a soft smile.

That's all the encouragement he needs to get a little closer.

"Toge?" You mumble, half falling asleep right there.

You wonder what he's up to but before you know it, his arms are wrapped around your legs and he's hugging you tight, resting his head against your knees.

When he shows you this kind of affection after a mission you know he's saying 'thank you for your hard work' in his own way. And today, with how you exerted yourself, he wants to tell you just how proud he is.

He nuzzles his face into your legs and you straighten up, peering down at your sweet friend.

"Toge" you call his name again, a little more coherently this time as he's starting to divert your attention from your impending nap.

And he just loves how you say his name. It sounds so dreamy coming from your lips he needs to hear you say it again and again.

"Toge, isn't that enough?"

He shakes his head, mumbling what sounds like 'okaka' into your legs.

But he wants to let you hear him for a change.

So he pulls back and tugs down his high turtleneck, revealing those striking markings you've come to admire.

Recently, you've been feeling more than admiration... a curiosity bubbling inside you, urging you to reach out and touch his patterned mouth.

He looks up at you, placing a warm kiss to your knee that sends heat blossoming through you.

His soft gaze shifts between your wide eyes, and he can tell just how shocked you are.

One kiss turns into two until his lips are peppering your legs, leaving traces of his powerful cursed energy in their wake. Moving his hands higher still, he reaches your thighs and starts to massage gently, his ears trained on the little sighing sounds you're making.

But you still look so confused, like a stunned little animal, so he takes one of your hands in his and moves your fingers towards his mouth.

Leaning forward, your fingertips make contact with the markings and you feel a current through your body. The feeling of his cursed energy is strong, almost like touching an electric fence, only without the pain. You just get the prickly feeling up your arm that spreads all over your body, leaving you shuddering.

He pulls away fractionally, wondering if he's hurting you.

But you lean in closer, carefully tracing your fingers over his lips, until he opens his mouth.

Taking your hand, he extends your index finger to point at his third marking...

On his tongue.

"Toge-" you whisper before sinking your teeth into your lower lip.

He raises his eyebrows a little, giving you a longing expression while he starts to lick your finger gently.

When he closes his lips and starts to suck, rubbing the tip of his cursed tongue over the soft pad of your finger, you start to get the message.

His lashes bat up, looking directly into your eyes, then down, as you can see his gaze settling somewhere between your thighs.

And it slowly dawns on you...

"Toge.." you murmur, while his sensual sucking continues, "y- you don't have to.. ah.."

He removes your finger from his mouth with a pop, leaving you without that tingling, electric feeling coursing through you.

But it returns when his lips find your hands, leaving tingling kisses up your wrists, making you shiver.

But he can do better.

Taking your delicate wrists, he pushes your hands up to his head where your fingers lace into his hair.

And his eyes drop one more time as he lets out a heavy sigh.

"Toge.." you whisper, your heart starting to beat faster as he edges closer.

"Hmm" he hums and presses his lips to your knees again.

"Toge- what are-"

"be quiet"

The words are stripped from your tongue.

You're left gasping, feeling lucky that you can still breathe.

He has a more serious look in his eyes now.

One that tells you to trust him.

So you lock eyes with him and you nod slowly.

Up and down.

And that's all he needed.

And he looks so relieved.

You never knew how much he wanted this until now, since you put down all of his affectionate behaviour as cute or flirty.

But he wanted so much more.

He wanted to taste you.

With his hands resting on your knees, he gives you an easy smile along with his next command.

"open your legs"

Your gut shifts and your hands fly to his wrists, trying to resist his power for a few seconds.

"T-t-t-" little stutters leave your lips but your voice is still locked up.

With your legs slowly parting, your body squirms now he can clearly see up your skirt.

You couldn't cover yourself in time and find your palms pressed to the couch.

Hard.

"ah-nhh"

He watches you calm down for a moment, stroking your wrists then returning his hands to your spread thighs.

A sly smirk spreads over his face and he starts tugging down your tights, exposing your soft skin.

His lips start to claim you, sending tremors through your legs, making you shiver from the surging energy in his mouth.

You look hot, with your eyes wide and your heart practically beating through your chest.

He can recognise this look anywhere.

So your skirt gets pushed up, exposing your cute panties to him, and you suddenly start feeling nervous that another sorcerer could walk into the break room at any moment.

You're about to vocalise this, but he tugs your panties down too quickly and his lips are already getting closer.

His mouth is watering for you.

It's been so long, with every mission, every time you've stayed the night in the same room, every time you've been too exhausted to carry yourself home, he's been there, wishing and wanting to give you this pleasure.

He takes your thighs in his hands and kisses you so delicately, wanting you to be totally relaxed. And he opens you up, sticking out his tongue and finally connecting to your body.

"Toge-!" you gasp his name at the contact and he chuckles at your whole body reaction. You're shaking, goosebumps erupting over your satin skin, your hands returning to his soft hair, holding on for dear life.

Teasing you slowly with the tip of his tongue, his marking connects to your clit and sends waves of his energy through you.

It feels... cold and hot. It hurts a little bit, but not nearly enough to ask him to stop.

So you let his energy flow over you, into you, as he slides his powerful tongue over the most sensitive parts of your body. Down your lips, over the entrance to your pussy... and he moans-

"mmmhh- uhhhh~~"

It's so nice to hear his voice like this. It's not as if he could do any damage from moaning, so he lets it all out into you and gets carried away, kissing and feeling you get wetter.

And that's when he takes you by surprise.

You've had guys go down on you, sure.

They've been pretty good. Hell, some of them have even been close to making you come.

But you have never had a cursed speech user's tongue inside you.

He spreads you open with his thumb and slides himself in.

Your reactions are getting him so hot he's losing control. You've never seen your sweet colleague like this before. But the way you're looking at him with your eyes glazed over with pleasure is only making him do it harder and deeper.

Pressing himself closer between your thighs until your legs are draping around his shoulders, he moves his head from side to side, licking and swallowing you all up, moaning so loud you're afraid the entire campus will hear him.

And it's now that he knows he's going to lose himself to you.

He's going to get totally lost in this feeling.

His tongue feels satisfied in here.

Inside you.

He's found a worthy purpose for his evil tongue, finally.

And he starts smiling and whimpering softly, especially when your thighs squeeze him and you're telling him-

"Toge~ Toge~ I, I, I'm-- s-ssoo close---"

And he nods, encouraging you, until you're shaking and stammering his name. He slides his tongue out and laps at your clit, getting your senses firing up, your body squirming in his hands and the cutest sounds coming out of your throat that's loosened up by now.

He's so glad he can hear you.

After your protesting earlier, he's so smug now you're moaning all because of him.

Your breath hitches, getting sporadic while you continue to ride out your high all over his tongue.

He licks you up and down.

And now he has that mischievous grin on his pretty face again.

"Toge...s-stop I, I already-- nhh-"

You can tell he's thinking up something devious.

He keeps tonguing you, well after your orgasm has finished. He's slowed down a little, and he's being so gentle, bringing you down carefully.

But his plan is to overstimulate you.

Now he's allowed you to relax, he wants you to go a little crazy. He wants you to really let loose.

So his tongue goes around and around, driving you to the edge of your sanity, until he gets you coming again in minutes.

It doesn't take him long to figure you out.

He gets a nice routine going, watching you come undone over and fucking over.

"mmm-- mm- mm~~" he lets off the most pleased noises, almost giggling into you as he watches you get all dizzy.

You're just clinging onto the plush sofa, digging your nails in as your body gets all hot and bothered.

Looking up at you again, he sees you're getting tired.

He's not sure if you can manage another orgasm.

So he decides to help you.

"Come"

"uh- ah-!!" and it's as easy as that.

He doesn't have to touch you.

He still does- now working his fingers in and out of your pussy as he watches you.

"Come," he smirks, repeating that word again and again, till your mind starts to break.

He has control over your entire body.

He can make you do whatever he wants.

He could be telling you to do all sorts of disgusting things.

But here he is, ordering you to come over and over, until he's satisfied with your begging that you can't do it again, you can't take anymore.

He hums with pleasure and helps you tidy up, before escorting you back to your apartment where you invite him in with a plan to get him in the same position he just had you.

However, he doesn't let you.

"Go to bed."

He orders you once you've showered and changed, and you find yourself tucked up in his arms.

He knows what's best for you, after all.

Now, after each stressful mission you two share, you follow the same routine.

The time? Usually late. Well after dark. When most other half sane sorcerers have left the facility.

The place? Getting riskier. His desires started to take over and he's pinning you down all over the place, ordering you to open your legs and come till you can't breathe.

You're getting a little frustrated that he won't let you do the same for him. But you hope, eventually, that he'll let up and show you what his cursed speech should really be used for.

Secretly, you're hoping that one day he'll just turn around and tell you to get on your knees. You keep dreaming, anyway.

Obeisance to the Arrow - Noritoshi Kamo

#8 : Ice-Cream Date 

[why should you trust Noritoshi Kamo? Why should he trust you?]

[tw: noritoshi kamo x reader, arranged marriage, Danny DeVito, forced marriage, child marriage, small filler chapter a bit to round out the plot, omg they’re getting along, house captivity, fluff]

#7 - Jealousy, Jealousy

“This is not fun at all.” You huff at Noritoshi Kamo. “I want to throw flying kicks.”

Your husband has got you doing warm-up shit for the past half an hour: running, touching toes, stretching. For someone who spitefully promised to replace Kanato, his half-brother, as your martial arts tutor, he’s not letting you do much of martial arts. Only the promise of letting you shoot arrows from his bow is making you not immediately leave the training room.

“You’ll injure yourself if you do all that without any prior training. We’ll go step-by-step. Now–” Kamo leans over you from behind, lightly pulling your waist to correct your downward dog form (you reckon your blush can be put down to exercise; you’re just 14 after all). “– Distil me, and predict my next movements. That’s useful in combat.” 

Is this a test? Noritoshi knows that you’re strictly forbidden from using your cursed technique, under the threat of heavy punishment. Maybe he’s trying to get me into trouble so I can’t go to Jujutsu High. But… didn’t he sign my school admission papers himself? Did he change his mind?

“I never use Distillation, not since I came here.” You’re not taking any chances. Going to Jujutsu High is literally the only way you can be independent. Or else you live the rest of your life like Miyumi Kamo does: disrespected and discarded once her use was over. So you lie through your teeth: “I don’t even remember how to use it.”

“It’s impossible to forget your cursed technique. It’s engraved onto your brain, body and soul. So go ahead, Distil me.”

What game are you playing, Kamo?

“I can’t.”

“You already did, didn’t you?” Your heart skips a beat. Fuck. “Every night when you think I’m asleep. So go ahead now,” Kamo face is straight, no taste of humour or anger in it. “Read my thoughts.”

There’s no point hiding it now. You’re struck seeing your situations so plainly: Noritoshi Kamo is the heir of the opulent and influential Kamo Clan. You are his wife and nothing more. He has the power to decide whether your cursed technique usage goes punished or praised. He has the power to ruin your life. Right when you were forming buds of friendship, you are starkly reminded of the difference between your stations.

And you can’t not be you. “I don’t take commands.” I’m fucking this up so bad. “You might be angry about the whole Kanato thing, but don’t burden me with your issues. I don’t take commands.” Shit. I’m done for. I’m not going to Jujutsu High, am I?

Time extends infinitely as you await the judge to pronounce your sentence.

But perhaps... perhaps you don't understand Kamo, not even after all the times you've read his mind through and through, because he simply nods. Nothing more. “A request then?” He makes an effort, you can tell, to soften his voice.

You stand still like a statue. All he was trying was to give some space to practise your cursed technique; he just ended up pushing you back into your shell. Or rather a fortress, where you, a scared little child, hoard other people’s secrets, to be used against them when the time comes-- the only defence you have. And to think that he was actually doing so well trying to get you to come out of there.

How do I fix this? “Do you want to go out for ice-cream?” 

“Out?” You're shocked. You’re usually not allowed to leave the Kamo estate; the last time you did was maybe... 2 years ago? You don’t even remember. 

“It’ll be my treat, don’t worry. No one will say anything.”

Can he actually do that? Can he convince the elders to let me out? You’re a threat to society, you’ve internalised that by this point. Isn’t it wrong for you to go out?

—---

“I love going out! This is AMAZING!” You can’t stop taking pictures of everything- everyone! So many people! So many things to see! The smell of roasting dalgona, the lanterns hanging from cables overhead, the latest streetwear-clad bikers smoking, the businessman walking briskly, the mother scolding her children! Aeon Mall, Porta, Kyoto Station Building– you’re going through all of them, making the most out of your day out!

“You’ll be able to go out whenever you want when you’re in Jujutsu High.” Kamo, carrying your many shopping bags, reminds you calmly. You seem to have gotten over prior spat. 

“Take a picture of me here!” “I want to try double-decker donuts!” “Let’s get these Prada shawls, please, Noritoshi-san!” 

She’s so lucky she was born into money. Noritoshi enjoys seeing you this ecstatically happy. It’s just the two of you, Kamo doesn’t need any bodyguards or handlers. As you sit for an Italian dinner, he decides that it’s okay to breach your previous topic.

“yn, I’m very curious–”

“Do you think those shoes that guy’s wearing are ugly? 'Cuz I think they’re Danny DeVito level ugly.”

“– Gossiping isn’t good. As I was saying, I really want to know how your powers work, yn. Would you be okay telling me?”

You laugh at him, cheeks full of penne alfredo. “I don’t know much either, frankly. I wasn’t allowed to look into it, you know. Besides, if you’re looking for a method to block it, give up. Not even Gojo Satoru could do that.”

Kamo’s eyes are keen. “Why not?”

“Because it works on photons of light. Gojo’s Infinity works on matter, not light, because otherwise he’d be invisible. Distillation can speed up light in a very specific way so that I can 'see' glimpses of the past... understand the story, in a way. Anything I perceive with my eyes, I can Distil. Everything I can see, I know.” You say. "I kept getting headaches because it was just too much information at once, so I made a Binding Vow. I have to ask a very specific question so that I get a very specific answer, but in exchange I get to know answers for at least 50 years back in the past."

To think this talent was to be wasted. “You’re incredible.” I’ll protect her. I’ll have to. 

That also reminds him. “So all those times you Distilled me at night, you didn't ask if was sleeping?"

You smile sheepishly, "I was sure that you were."

He returns your smile. A rare moment. "So you know me, then?”

“Thoroughly.”

“Then you know that I am not your enemy.”

“I reckon.”

“And that I am trustworthy.”

You laugh. He might be as trustworthy as the sun, but you don’t know how to trust others. Still- "I'm sorry for Distilling you when you were asleep."

"I'd rather you ask me before you do that the next time. It's more polite." He uses the toasted bread to scoop up some pasta sauce. You copy him. "I see that there's no point keeping secrets from you?"

"Absolutely none."

"Then it's my right that you keep none from me, either."

Eh? He's not wrong but... He's asking you to trust him. Like friends do. Like married couples do. For all that he is, Noritoshi Kamo has no leverage in front of his wife: you alone decide how much you want to reveal to him.

"Alright, then. Whatever you ask me, I'll answer you honestly, as long as it is okay to do so." You promise. Kamo wipes a smidge of sauce off your cheek with a tissue. His way of saying, "Thank you."

“Noritoshi-san, teach me to spar properly. I don’t want to appear so weak among my classmates.”

“Is that a command?” You’re about to excuse yourself when you notice that he’s smiling. Holy fuck, he’s making a joke??

“Yes, Lord Kamo.” You play along.

“As you wish, Lady Kamo.”

i get people using AI to write a college essay, ok, i get it. but fiction? whats the point in that? what do u mean ur not consumed by the demons at 2 am to write absolute unhinged cringeworthy trash? nah man call me a luddite but thats not right. what do u mean u need help with story ideas bitch go look at art or music or people or life, there's ur stories right there.

underground boxer geto x always-bets-on-him gojo