Leave A Scar [Niragi X Reader]

Leave A Scar [Niragi x reader]

Summary: Soulmate!AU. It’s awkward, feelings are kept secret and hearts are being broken. Maybe should something traumatic or unfortunate happen, these two would realize what they mean to each other.

Word count: 2,7k

Warnings: injuries, blood

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: This is weird and cliché and it doesn’t feel right and I don’t like it but I already wrote it so might just as well post it lol.

It was late into your second month in Borderland when it happened. The Beach was hit by a pandemic. Of love. You could only guess that the populus was inspired by the story of you and Niragi, the lucky couple who found their soulmate in the wasteland. Suddenly, many more new couples could be seen roaming the halls, hanging by the pool and grinding in the club. It was heartwarming really. Except it had a downside that only you could feel.

Niragi.

He was moody, more irritable than before. It had to be karma for something you’ve done or maybe plain old bad luck. The timing couldn’t be worse. It came just as you thought your relationship was moving in the right direction. You were both making an effort - you tried to keep up with his moods and needs, respect the persona he built here, while he tried to open up more, or well, at least talk to you. Turns out he wasn’t just an annoying ass. Sometimes you thought you really had something special between you. 

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Ive been rewatching the adams family and can you guys imagine... Gojo Satoru as Gomez Adams and y/n as Morticia Adams the power it holds someone write it please i need it .

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Satoru : Is it french?

Y/n : Oui

Satoru : *Horny breathing*

Arranged Marriage Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

warning: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, breeding kink, overstim, sub/dom, spit, degradation // minors do not interact

Thinking about Gojo Satoru hate fucking you because he’s just so angry— angry at the elders for forcing him into this arranged marriage with you.

He barely knows you, all he’s sure of is that you’re some meek goody-two-shoes daughter of a noble clan that just wants to do her duty. You never talk back to the elders in every meeting you’ve attended, willingly giving yourself into the Gojo clan. He hates it so much he thinks about it whenever he forces your body back into the headboard when he’s thrusting into you. He hates that you refuse to deny him too, because providing the Gojo clan an heir is part of your duty. You’re always ready to spread your legs whenever he asks just because of the title he has as your husband. He wants to see some fight in you but you’re just too damn obedient that he brings you to edge each time waiting for you to say no. You’re already sobbing the pillowcase wet, ass red with his handprints, wrists and hips bruising from his grip when he thinks he hears you say “Satoru, stop;” he becomes elated because you’ve never went out of line, never denied your duty before.

“Mstop, ‘toru too m-much”

Fuck, it makes him hard all over again that he flips you onto your back just so he can see how messed up your face is. He wants to know his life isn’t the only one the elders ruined, he wants to see you hate them too because it’s their fault he’s doing this to you. Your knees are bent to your chest and the sweat from his forehead falls on your cock-drunk features. You’ve been at your limit two orgasms ago.

“You wanted this— wanted to be bred, didn’t you?” He grabs your cheeks with the hand not pushing your thighs down, pressing his fingers together so your mouth purses at him. “So why ya’ cryin’, huh? Open up like the obedient slut you are.”

Mind in a haze, you follow his words opening your mouth and whining when his pace falters so he could watch his spit fall from his lips and slide down your tongue.

You love him. He knows that. It’s beyond just your duty, you’d do anything for him. But he doesn’t love you; not until he’s made you hate the elders just as much as he does. Not until the elders’ faces pale in the next clan meeting when you finally speak against them with him. Not until he sees the slap in your dear daddy’s face for selling you, his dutiful daughter, out to the Gojo clan to be the heir’s little rebel.

They choose you because they thought you could coax Satoru into his place; a girl they know he would like, but they were wrong to think Gojo would not dare to corrupt you. So wrong because he absolutely adores corrupting you.

So when you’ve finally came the fifth time that night, he throws your limp legs over his shoulders and wipes your tears away with a thumb.

“Sweetheart, we’re not done just yet~.”

ｏｎｅ ｍｏｍｅｎｔ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ; angst

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; sukuna x reader x itadori

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; unrequited love

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; one moment is all Sukuna asks to spend in Itadori’s place; one moment with you by his side

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 353

[ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ]

Ryomen Sukuna. 

The most powerful curse and the literal king of curses. He always gets what he wants, nobody ever dared to tell him no. 

And yet here he is, longing for the one person he can never have.

Lately, he often finds himself questioning about your relationship with his vessel. Why would you choose him? Why would you choose this newbie over a master of jujutsu? What more can Itadori give you that he can’t? Whenever Sukuna tries to answer any of these questions, he always finds the obvious answers; he’s the bad guy, he killed people, he’s a curse. Of course you’d choose Itadori. The high school boy who hasn’t done anything wrong, who puts his life on the line to save people. The one who’s worthy of your love.

Though there’s one question he always fails to answer; how did you end up being such a weakness to him?

Maybe because of the bitter aftertaste he gets whenever you spend time with Itadori. The warm smiles he never faces when he takes over. The sweet words that are never meant for him. Your affections that he will never get the chance to feel for himself. Your caring personality he never comes across to directly. Have you ever even spoke a word to him in person?

Oh, he’d do anything to share one of those moments with you.

To feel your hands interlocking together. To feel your soft lips against his. To be the one who holds you close when you need it the most. To be the one who makes you laugh. To hear those three words escape your lips while looking in his eyes.

“I love you..”, it took everything in him not to force Itadori to let him out when he heard you saying these words for the first time, “..Yuuji”, but reality hit him harder than ever before.

One moment. That’s all he needs.

One moment with you, to show you he can be caring too. One moment, to caress your soft cheeks and tell you that you’re safe with him. One moment, to look you in the eyes and get lost inside them.

One moment. Nothing more.

can we get sugar daddy gojo hc pls

yes yes yes. again, i’m writing this without proofreading so i’m sorry if something doesn’t make sense >.<

warnings: smut, daddy kink, hair-pulling

Sugar Daddy Gojou who knows he’s loaded and likes to flaunt it, but he’s getting a bit bored now. Having so much money is useless when he doesn’t have anyone to spend it all on.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who falls victim to a cute little sorcerer with her swishing skirts and low necklines. You’re a new teacher at the institute, fresh out of Kyoto and having trouble adjusting to a bigger and more intimidating city. Why not let Gojou show you around in his Mercedes-Maybach, isn’t he so kind? He’ll give you a tour of the city, ushering you into expensive restaurants and stores— It’s on me! He exclaims, pushing your hand away whenever you try to reach for your wallet.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who tells you that you can stay with him in his penthouse that owns away from the institution (he always wanted a bachelor pad)— S’no problem, sweetheart, he drawls with a lazy grin as you try to deny the offer. He thinks you look so precious when you’re all flustered, he needs to make you look like this more often.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who leaves brushing touches on your body whenever he sees you at his place, hands lingering on your shoulder, your arm, your lower back. You don’t mind at all, who can resist Gojou Satoru? Eventually, you start returning the touches back, a hand on his chest when you laugh at a joke he says, fingers coming up to “fix” his hair.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who makes the first move. The two of you are drunk after tasting every single expensive liquor that Gojou owns— sure, Gojou hates alcohol, but if he has enough money to buy The Dalmore 62, why not indulge? Besides, how can he hate whiskey when it makes you lean into him and giggle into his shoulder? And when he tilts up your chin to slant his lips against yours, he cannot help but smile at the way your eyes widen before closing, taking in the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who doesn’t waste time, delving between your legs the second you get your pants off. His hands keep your thighs spread for him as he flicks your clit with his tongue, calling you his good girl when you squeeze around him, cumming the second he slips his fingers in. You peel away his blindfold so that you can stare into those sky blue eyes, the sight of his irises being the only thing keeping you grounded as Gojou thrusts into you, cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who barely hears your whisper when you call him Daddy. But when he registers it, he loses himself in his surprise, his seed pumped deep inside you. Daddy, huh? You flush as you look away in shame— It’s not like that! Too late though, Gojou has already taken a liking to the name.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who likes the new role of being your daddy, buying you whatever you want and more. While fighting a curse, you ripped your favorite shirt. Don’t worry, Gojou can just buy you custom made clothes— who knew Gojou had connections to Giorgio Armani himself? New phone? Daddy’s got you covered, he winks as he hands you a brand new iPhone. God, you absolutely hate it when he refers to himself by the nickname— you regret ever saying it to him. But Gojou adores how you blush and frown, wanting to tease you even more. Tell Daddy why you’re so upset. Daddy can make you feel better, y’know. You’re completely fed up with him, rolling your eyes and shoving him when he makes any of those comments. Lay off, Satoru.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who will most certainly not lay off. He takes it to the bedroom, not letting you cum without calling him the nickname. C’mon, sweetheart, I got those nice shoes for you, what do you say? He whispers oh so sweetly while his fisting your hair, forcing your back in an arch to face him. No, T-Toru, s’embarrassing! But he’ll simply slow his thrusts, move his skilled fingers away from your clit when you are just a few strokes away from falling apart.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who grins when he finally breaks you, your whines escaping your lips in a jumbled mess. Daddy! Thank you, please, Da— daddy! Wanna cum for you, ple-please! Gojou picks up the pace, kisses planted on your spine as his cock makes you see stars. Anything for my pretty girl.

Sugar Daddy Gojou who notes the expensive lingerie ripped on the floor— he just can’t hold back whenever he sees you. Oh well, he’ll just have to buy you some more. <3

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A/N: hello!! this request sounds super lit but i am Scared of not writing their dialogue witty enough so imma just try my best! :D i hope you have a nice day as well hehe

genres: fluff, BIG angst, sort of happy ending?, tw death, tw blood and gore; 2k words

divine omniscience [Sukuna X Reader]

“Do you guys think it’s true? What Gojou-sensei said?” Nobara asks out of the blue as she casually munches on a fry that certainly was not from her tray.

“You gotta be more specific, dude,” Yuuji replies, speaking with his mouth half-full of burger. She scrunches her nose at him as she reaches for another one of Megumi’s french fries.

“Y’know when he said all that stuff about Sukuna having only one known trusted companion or whatever. I mean, everything in the texts seems pretty vague, no?”

“Yeah, ‘companion’ is not the kind of word I’d associate with someone like him.” Megumi chips in, pushing his tray closer to the girl sitting opposite him.

“Kinda wanted to ask if they meant it sexually but I swear he’ll just start giggling and wasting our time.”

The three friends continue to chatter on about their theories and interpretations of their earlier class’s contents, all the while completely unaware of the fourth party listening in–the one who is actually most knowledgeable on the topic they’re so oddly curious about.

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that you are the one who knows the most, that is if you’re still alive. Though Sukuna doubts you died within the time he was away. You’re too smart for that.

The village chanted, faces obscured behind masks carved from wood and dyed red from the colour of the witch’s blood. Watching from within the shadows, Sukuna felt compelled to observe the ritual, having never felt such a strong surge in cursed energy in his entire existence.

He was proven to have wrongly assumed it was coming from the outraged villagers when they finally set your crucified body alight and a blanket of black cursed energy covered the area, engulfing every single one of the citizens beneath it. Bone-chilling screams and begs for mercy filled his ears, the sound muffled but satisfying to listen to nonetheless.

When the strange turn of events finally came to an end and the energy receded into your bloodied and broken body, the King of Curses himself decided that he’d finally found someone worth his time.

At the end of your torturous life as a human and the start of your existence as a newly born cursed spirit, you were honestly a little too much for Sukuna to handle. Despite having never heard of cursed energy or jujutsu sorcery, you were quick to pick up everything you needed to know and then some.

Not only were you dangerously intelligent, but you were also completely unphased by him and his raw power, no matter how much he made sure to display it–whether it be in the form of exterminating a town of people or setting a forest ablaze with just a snap of his fingers.

“Scared yet?” he would ask, a smug grin on his face. You would smile back without a hint of sarcasm or dishonesty.

“No,” you’d reply without a second thought, “because I know you will never hurt me.”

What Sukuna initially assumed was well-hidden arrogance turned out to be a mere fact you were stating. A piece of truth you’d gained due to the nature of your ever-growing curse technique. Outwardly, the King could deny it all he wanted to, he could threaten you day and night, grab your throat and tighten his grip just to prove you wrong but he would never–has never–done any harm unto you.

When he had come to accept that as the truth, he tried deluding himself into believing he kept you around merely for your wealth of knowledge and powerful supply of cursed energy. Those were, in fact, his reasons at the start of it all–they were why he even walked into the village that fateful day and used his reverse cursed technique on you.

“You can say that all you want,” you once said, reaching up to wipe the blood off his face with your sleeve while the same red substance stained your own skin, “but we both know the main reason you keep me by your side.”

He did not respond.

Instead, he scoffed and grabbed your chin with one hand before raising the other and mimicking your gesture. With an uncharacteristic tenderness, Sukuna wiped the blood off your face with his thumb as the cries of the dying soldiers around you slowly faded to nothing.

“Their name was (Y/N).” His voice echoes shortly within the confines of Yuuji’s dark bedroom.

“What?” the sorcerer blearily murmured, having been on the verge of falling asleep when the King of Curses himself decided to speak.

“My companion… though, they would have preferred the word ‘partner’... was named (Y/N).”

“Why’re you telling me this?” Yuuji groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“The inaccuracies your teachers spread to your friends are painful to listen to,” Sukuna scoffs. “Frankly, it’s insulting and disrespectful.” The cursed spirit’s choice of vocabulary throws his vessel off guard.

“... You must’ve liked them a lot, huh?” Yuuji responds, voice softer than before as he feels his initial frustration of being denied his sleep fading away. “It’s weird to imagine someone like you feeling indignant on someone else’s behalf.”

“Well,” Sukuna smirks to himself, “let’s just say they’re the only one I have any respect for in this godforsaken world.”

“He plans on betraying you,” you stated matter-of-factly, opening your eyes for the first time throughout the entire meeting.

Sukuna had called forth a few powerful cursed spirits under the pretence of forming an alliance, with his true intentions being to simply size them up and subtly intimidate them into leaving his newfound territory alone–if they valued their lives, that is. He didn’t need to tell you of his plans and he knew he didn’t have to for you to understand it completely.

The cursed spirit you’d singled out widened his eyes before his expression turned hostile. “Don’t spout bullshit! I’ve done nothing but agree with everything Sukuna-sama has said!”

Sukuna watched the events unfold silently, unable to help but feel something in his chest swell with warmth as he observed you.

“I know everything.” Your simple reply was enough to enrage the spirit who shot out of his chair and seemingly began to lunge in your direction.

“You fucking wh–!” he cried.

Where his head used to sit was a neck sliced cleanly through the middle as everyone in the room felt a gust of wind brush past their terrified faces. The only outliers were you and the perpetrator of the murder himself, both smiling as one would out on a walk on a pleasant afternoon. His skull bounces twice on the tatami flooring before it disappears alongside his body.

“That was a bit much, don’t you think, Sukuna?” The other cursed spirits practically break out in a cold sweat upon hearing you so daringly speak to the King of Curses after such a display of his power.

“That was merciful, my dear,” he responded casually, reaching out a clean hand to wipe away the droplets of blood that had reached your face. Still touching you, he turned to the others. “Does anyone else have anything to say?”

“No, they’re terrified,” you laugh when they fail to respond, all still shaking where they sat.

“Good–”

“Of me.”

He scrunches his nose and softly pushes your face away but a smile still creeps onto his face as he thinks to himself, ‘as they should be.’

Nobara and Megumi would find it hard to believe had the information not come directly from Yuuji’s mouth, as well as the additional mouth that had unceremoniously popped up on his cheek mid-conversation.

“You’re saying everything wrong!” Sukuna had exclaimed after making his appearance and refusing to leave until Yuuji had gotten all the facts right.

When he was finally satisfied, he still didn’t leave right away, sensing the two sorcerers wanted to know more. “Well?” He prompts. “Just ask your fucking questions already, we don’t have all day.”

“If you put it like that… then I’ll just ask it as it is and you’re not allowed to get all pissy, ‘kay?” Nobara responds. Megumi and Yuuji share a nervous glance.

“How’re you so sure they’re not dead?”

He wished he hadn’t left you on such a bad note; that he didn’t spit at your feet and push you away when you tried to stop him from leaving the temple in which you both sought refuge. He wished he’d at least bade you a proper farewell and that his last words to you didn’t consist of him questioning your abilities just so he could keep his ego intact.

As Sukuna laid dying, surrounded by Japan’s most powerful sorcerers, he realised, finally, that he would never see you again; or feel your hand wipe at his face after another victorious battle.

For the first time in his life, the King of Curses shed a tear.

The braver sorcerers scoffed, some even taunted him, assuming he was merely afraid of death, whereas the warier ones hesitated in approaching him to deliver the final blow, taken aback by the uncharacteristic gesture. Still, with his immense cursed energy forming a protective barrier around him as a last resort, the sorcerers hadn’t won the battle quite yet.

A few minutes later, in fact, they lost it.

Sukuna remains silent, pondering over Nobara’s question. As promised, he didn’t show his anger and hid his grief even better. Truth be told, he doesn’t know if you’re alive.

“I told you not to go,” you spoke, voice trembling as you rested his head in your lap, your hands wiping the blood off his face. “I told you you’d die, didn’t I? Why didn’t you listen? Why?”

The sound of your soft sobs mingled with the noise from outside the pitch-black barrier you’d placed around the both of you. The sorcerers who survived your ambush were chipping away at your cursed energy shield and it was only a matter of time before they would break through.

“Even after all I said to you before I left,” Sukuna murmurs, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his, “this is what you choose to scold me over?” He let out a weak chuckle.

“I know of your grief and regret, I know you’re sorry and I’ve long forgiven you.”

“Thank you, my (Y/N).” He turned his head to press his lips against your palm for the final time. “Now go. You have to escape before the damned sorcerers force their way in.”

“No.” Your defiant tone juxtaposed with your tear stricken face amused him. “I’ll be here to see you off and then I’ll kill them all.” You leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “I’ll wait for your return, my love.”

When Sukuna refused to answer Nobara’s question and promptly disappeared, the trio assumed that was the end of it all. As much as they wanted to leave the information behind them, they still find themselves talking about it as they wait in line at a new sushi place that opened near the school.

“Kinda weird he was so insistent on telling us everything, huh?” Yuuji remarks.

“I highly doubt that was close to everything, though.” Megumi scratches the back of his head. “It felt like he was withholding a lot, like when he didn’t answer Nobara’s question.”

“Yeah, that was pretty lame,” she says with a pout. “I really wanna know if they’re alive or not. I mean, their whole story was pretty interesting but imagine how scary it’ll be if (Y/N) was still alive and in Japan after all this time.”

“Table for three, please,” Yuuji says to the staff at the counter once it’s their turn. They stare at him for a brief moment before a happy yet somehow sinister smile stretches across their face. The jujutsu sorcerer feels his blood run cold as he feels Sukuna suddenly begin to vie for control over his body.

“Finally,” you whisper, body and soul flooded with sheer relief as tears run down your face. You reach your hand out to touch Yuuji’s face and though he tries his very hardest to turn away and run, he finds his body frozen in place. “I’ve been waiting for you, my love.”