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The Devil's Bride

Ryōmen Sukuna

Warning!! : Mentions of death/killing, forced marriage, and basically Sukuna being an asshole and having no respect for reader.

Summary : After Sukuna reclaims his throne and becomes known as the King of Curses once again, he decides on bringing forth a Queen. You

A/N : I somewhat switch pov's during this so don't get confused. Part 2 coming soon!!

Days have passed since Sukuna has once reclaimed his throne. Yet, he seems to be bored out of his mind. There's nothing to occupy him from his apathy.

Sure, he has countless people at his feet he can order to do as he pleases. But what's the fun in that? He needs something exciting to happen. Something to fill his empty pit of boredom.

He contemplates on whether or not he should start a war, find more slaves soldiers to do his bids, or perhaps even go on a killing spree somewhere random in this dark, dark world. Better yet— why not just kill everyone??

Well, not yet at least.

His teeth grind together and his fists clench in annoyance to this endless pit of nothing he can't seem to shake off.

But just before he rips someone's eyes out with his bare nails from frustration, he forges an idea. And with that idea, comes a no-good smirk spreading across his face.

What does every king have in every fairytale, movie, and book? That's correct. A Queen.

"You." His thundering voice reaches the ears of a guard who could be approximately 52ft ahead of him. "Come here." he motions with his fingers.

Almost immediately, the soldier makes his way up the steps and to the throne of his King. "Yes, my Lord?"

Sukuna makes a simple face of boredom, supporting his head with a propped up fist. "Gather 5 of my best soldiers and find me my Queen." his eyes squint, which silently says 'Hurry it up.'

And without another word, the guard takes off to seek out to the Kings orders.

Not many people could get in the mind of Ryōmen Sukuna. To understand what goes on in that so called empty mind of his is mildly impossible. But, taking a wild guess, the soldier puts together things the King takes an interest in.

Power, Control, and Cruelty.

To find a Queen fit to the Kings likings, she must be innocent. A girl who can't stand up for herself, but when she attempts to, she cowards out.

A girl who needs someone to make the decisions for her. But also a girl who has a little spark in her soul. A spark that can carry her to victory no matter the battle.

This shall be the woman who Sukuna finds quite delightful.

The next step was finding a girl who fits this description.

While this soldier is pondering off into space, he almost forgets about his group of men. Which, he's surprised to see catch up to him with a younger looking woman.

"P-Please!! Let me go!" she sobs, loud enough the birds in the trees fly away and flee from the scene.

Tears flow down her cheeks and onto the dirt. Her clothes are scrunched up and dirty, most likely from how roughly his men handled her. And her breathing is so uneven, she might just pass out.

"I swear I'll never tell a soul—" hic! ",if you just let me go!"

There's two men on each side of her, both practically dragging her through the ground. "We found her out here by herself. She seems to be lost." The one on the left inquires.

Once she's dragged to be met face to face with the lead soldier, he grins.

She's a mess. Forehead so sweaty strands of her hair stick to it. Panting so rapidly, she might use up all the air she has left in her lungs.

The soldier takes one last look at the girl, eyes scanning her over, just to analyze how fit she is to take the role as Sukuna's Queen.

"What do you want for me?! Why– why are you doing this!" the girl begs to know any sort of information. Anything to get a grasp on herself.

No one responds.

She looks to her sides, expecting any kind of answer. But is instead met with the men completely ignoring her.

"She'll do perfectly."

Heavy footsteps echo throughout your head, which by now has been ruined with a horrible headache. Lucky you.

It's hard to tell how long you've been out for. If they've hurt you, or if you've somehow died and awoken in the after life.

The only thing you're sure of is how much pain is coursing through your body. It's to the point you're numb all over and you can barely lift your head up. Barely lift a finger for that matter.

"My lord." A familiar voice rings in your ear and back out. "Your Queen." Another one seems to say in-front of you.

In a desperate attempt to figure out what the hell is happening, you weakly lift your head, blinking a couple of times to regain your focus.

Your vision still remains slightly blurry, but you're only able to make out a set of stairs. Stairs that lead to what seems to be a throne. And in that throne, sits a man.

As you concentrate on this mysterious man, your vision slowly begins to recover.

He has spiky pink hair, long black nails, two eyes on one side, with a plated set of 2 more next to it, and 4 arms? His chiseled shirtless body seems to be tattooed with stripes and dots on each of his shoulders. No, no, this can't be right.

"Bring her here." his voice practically echoes into the air.

Your eyes widen to this sudden command, and you wiggle your arms, attempting to loosen yourself of the men who have you a strict hold over you.

Though it seems to not work, because the men ignore you and continue to their orders. Step by step, the men take you to who appears to be the lead of this whole situation. The man who looks to be the devil himself.

In protest, you kick your feet a little, trying to gain balance and hopefully escape wherever you've been brought to.

But before you can successfully break away, it's too late.

You're met with the horrifying (but somewhat sexy) face of the man who has caused you all of this misery. You scowl at him, which in return earns you a small look of satisfaction.

Disgusting.

His men hold you up to him like a piece of meat, dangling you in-front of his nose as if he was meant to devour you with one swift bite.

His eyes scan up and down your figure. Almost like he's purposely invading your personal space. "Pretty little thing, aren't you?" his words taunt you in a sense you'd never thought you'd feel.

You avert your eyes from his. Turning your head away so he's only in view of your cheek. You're mentally unable to face him.

The prideful moment you had was quickly interrupted. With one swift move of his arm, his hand snatches your chin and snaps you back so you can looking him eye to eye. "Did I say you could look away?" he growls.

His sharp nails press into your skin, making you wince. With how tight his grip is on you, it feels like your skin might tear.

His brows scrunch together lightly as his eyes lock with yours.

"I-"

"Silence." he's quick to cut you off.

Your mouth closes shut almost instantly, and your head drops once he releases you from his grasp. Pathetic.

Everything hurts so much. Your head, your body, and apparently your voice now too.

Small whispers spread around you. From one person to another, you can hear all sorts of comments the strange people are making about you.

If the men holding you up right now were to let go of you, you're sure you would collapse and never get back up again. Fall into an endless abyss and never awaken.

"Take her to the cellar. I shall deal with her later." he orders.

You groan a little when the men tighten their arms around yours. But your vision fades back to nothing as they take you away.

It's been hours.

Hours of crying, screaming, and wishing upon your own death. To end this confusing mess that has somehow been brought upon to you.

You're curled up in the corner of the cell, cold walls and bars keeping you away from whatever source of life might be out there.

It almost pitch black in the haunting cellar. The only things in sight is your arms, which wrap around your legs to pull yourself into a tight ball.

Everything feels dirty. You feel dirty.

Small droplets of damp moisture fall from the ceiling and hit the rough concrete. Your skin is hot, tingling up your bones to the point you might overheat.

Your mouth is dry, deprived from the lack of water you've had in the past week or so.

Before you were captured, you were on the run from home, escaping the endless chains of torment your parents had put you through.

It might have been a stupid decision, especially since you had no where to go at the time, but it had to happen. Your life wasn't meant to be lived like that, and neither was it for this life.

Your eyes close shut, mind struggling to block out the unbearable sound of water meeting cold, hard, ground. It itches down your skin with every fall.

Abruptly, the creak of a wooden door captures your attention quickly. Lifting your head up out of curiosity to see who's there.

"H-Hello..?" You call out, but it seems useless since no one replies anyways. Though you know someone has to be there. The evidence of lingering footsteps tells enough.

Seconds pass by to what seems to be an eternity before the footsteps stop in-front of your cage cell.

Everything, including the man in-front of you, seems so unreal.

He doesn't say anything, just stares down at you as if you were just some dirt on the floor.

"What do you want from me!" You shout at him, but it appears to get you no answer except a irritating frown.

Your teeth are gritted together, and it take everything out of you to not pounce at him. Well, not like you have the strength or energy to do so anyways.

He rests his bottom two arms on his hip, and crosses his other two over his bare chest. "Y'know, you're starting to piss me off."

A moment of silence rests between the two of you before he finally speaks up again.

"What's your name?" it's more of a demand than a question, but you don't care. You don't owe him anything.

And once again, another pass of silence flows by.

He raises a brow, giving you another chance to answer. But, it seems you wont of any use for the time being.

"Name's Sukuna, but you can call me your King."

His words catch you by surprise, lifting your eyes up in a shockingly manner. "W-What..?" you have to confirm what he just said was actually him and not just an imaginary voice in your head.

He let's out a huff, shaking his head to your stupidity. "Do you know why you were brought here?"

Well obviously not, or else you wouldn't have been taken aback to his statement. "No, I don't."

"You were brought here to stand beside me as I rule over this.. kingdom of mine."

And just like that, his words crash and bring down your whole life. Everything you've been through, fought for, and accomplished are all worth nothing. It was all useless.

"No, I refuse–"

A hand slams down on the bars, causing you to flinch. "I don't remember asking how you felt, did I?"

Immediately, you go quiet. The hurtful beating of heart being the only sound audible as he glares down at you from behind the bars.

"Tomorrow shall be the wedding. I'll have my men bring you to me first thing in the morning."

Leaving you no time to protest, question, or even give him a snarky reply, he disappears.

You're left all alone, mind now pounding with how quick this is all happening. You have no say in anything, it seems.

Nothing seems to matter when you feel your eyes flutter close. Too exhausted to reject this rest, you fall asleep.

Thank you for reading! I'll try to have part 2 out as soon as possible (which contains the smut 👀) but I hope you guys enjoyed this so far ^^ Reblogs are also greatly appreciated 💗💗

nvm i just saw ur other jjk smaus and they were shit 🙏🙏🙏 stick to the smut

um idk what to say?? 😭

but anyway I hated doin them I js did them for the likes 😋

smut fic coming out today tho

asking jjk men if u can stack donuts on it 😈 PT.1

GOJO, CHOSO, TOJI, GETO

warnings: suggestive,maybe ooc?

PT.2

SATORU GOJO

CHOSO KAMO

TOJI FUSHIGURO

SUGURU GETO

IMAGINE SATORU GOJO

known for being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in all of Japan. the most prized in the Gojo clan. his very name could make curses tremble in absolute fear. the first person in 400 years to inherit limitless and six eyes. the honored one. owning all these immense titles others could even dream of. despite all the power he possessed. he still had one weakness. his only weakness was you. not just you. your sweet cunt too...

satoru couldn't explain it. it was just something about the way your wet gummy walls would slide so smoothly on his shaft. it would make his knees weak and heart pound. he never knew he would get so desperate just for you and how gentle you were with him.

who knew the satoru gojo could get so pussy drunk. so lost in the ecstasy that you brought him. the way your jaw would drop so perfectly, as you let out angelic moans and cries whenever you would slam yourself back down on him.

and satoru wasn't ashamed of it either. he would show you how good you made him feel. deep groans leaving his lips as he lets you do all the work. heavy grunts and huffs echoing in your ears. you knew you drove him crazy.

there was no denying it, that your cunt had put a powerful love spell on him. keeping him eager for more. making him so needy and weak just for you. but you were the only one who could get him like this. who could get him so submissive and vulnerable. it was a talent that only you had.

a/n: short, not edited, writes block sucks!! hopefully I'll have a couple fics out soon!!

stressed choso fucking you

drabble,divider credss :animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a/n: on a trip, I may not post for a day or two :) not proofread or edited soo 🤷‍♀️

warnings: smut, idk sex

choso wasn't the type to usually be rough with you. he treated you like you were his queen, like you were everything to him. but some rare days he would get so stressed and overwhelmed he just needed to relieve some stress. and what was the best way to calm down after a stressful day at work? using your cunt for his own pleasure.

tears stained your pillow as choso pushed your head into the pillow, muffling your mewls as he recklessly rammed into you from the back. "mm c-cho too much!" you sobbed, a hand on his hip attempting to slow his thrusts down. "sorry love, I need you to take it f'me right now..." choso commands, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them on your back. the feeling of being restraint turned you own even more.

choso holds you from your hair gently, fucking you even deeper now, earning a loud cry leaving your lips, his glossy tip reaching depths of your body you didn't even know were possible. the way your walls sucked him in so well, he could stay in you forever.

as you feel your orgasm building up, you feel that choso's breathing grows heavier, his whimpers being more audible. *c-close ch-cho" you mutter while choso still pounds into you, his thrusts more sloppy and unpredictable. choso begins to rub circles on your clit, "come f'me love, needa feel you " he grunts. the added pleasure on your clit brings you closer to the edge. you begin to see stars and feel your orgasm approaching, your legs shaking along with it, loud moans escaping from your lips.

choso moans as he feels your cum coat his dick, soon cumming in you. his hot strings shooting down ur walls. painting the walls a pretty white. but when you thought choso would pull out he keeps going. the sight of seeing you so fucked out made him hard again. the over stimulation hits you and you start to whimper from the pain. "t-too much" you mumble

"l-last one, just take it right now, please baby?"

SICK!GOJO X READER

WARNINGS: FLUFF, this is so silly!!, medicine, mentions of gagging

A/N: basically gojo is being a brat about taking some medicine

divider creds: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

satoru is the definition of drama queen. always complaining about something, and honestly if you weren't madly in love with him, you'd probably hate him for it. and on top of all of it, he's only whining as much as he does around you, just to get under your skin.

"toru, I'm not going to spoon feed you."

"are you saying you don't love me anymore?"

sigh "no I do love you but I'm not gonna sit here and spoon feed you some medicine"

"oh wow, so you want me to die then? what if I died right now y/n, and the last thing you ever did was not show me any affection?"

"you have a cold, not a terminal illness, you'll be alright, now do you want me to help you with the medicine or not?"

"fine..."

"good, now open your mouth."

satoru sticks his tongue out blowing raspberries at you, biting back a mischievous chuckle. you roll your eyes and place a hand on his chin, making him look at you in the eyes.

"open your mouth or else im going to shove this medicine down your throat"

"that's kinda hot..."

you smack satoru in the side of the head lightly, his laughter filling the room

"c'mon open your mouth..." you grunt as you try to forcefully open his mouth

"do we have to do it the boring way? can't we just kiss?"

you groan with defeat "do you have to make everything difficult?"

"I'm just saying a kiss will certainly help me drink the medicine"

"hurry up and drink the goddam medicine like an adult Toru"

he opens his mouth finally, and you pour the cherry red medicine into his mouth. satoru pouts, gagging and shivering exaggeratedly, making it seem like you had just put him through the worst pain ever.

"how could you put me through something so horrid..." he exaggerates, a large dramatic frown falling upon his lips.

"calm down a little medicine isn't gonna kill you"

"your so cruel! how could you do something like this to me"

"stop overreacting toru and come cuddle with me" you say as you get up from the table.

"gladly"