Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

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They say Ryomen Sukuna is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer from a thousand years ago. Regarded as the undisputed King of Curses (呪のろいの According to legend, Sukuna was an Imaginary Demon during the Heian Era, but in truth, he was a sorcerer also known as the Disgraced One (堕だ天てん Daten?). Jujutsu sorcerers of the Golden Age of Jujutsu gave their all against him but ultimately fell one after another. Sukuna existed throughout the ages by transforming into a cursed object after death, a state where he split his power into twenty indestructible fingers. "Why do you read that weird shit," My best friend Kiya asked, leaning over my shoulder and blowing the smoke out of her mouth as she looked over the page, "Ryomen Sukuna," she grumbled under her breath, "If only something as sex looking as him actually existed," she rambled taking another puff of the joint, sliding off the park bench to sit next to me. "So, what is this dude supposed to be, a God?" She questioned making air quotes as the word god, a distaste for religion instilled in her mind.

"That's right. Plenty of people believe the world we live in is composed of 10 domains; the realm where humans reside and 9 separate realms where cursed energy reigns. Created by a powerful, 6-eyes sorcerer who fell to insanity, Kiya cut me off. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Where does Ryomen fit into this?" she inquired with a dumb grin as I continued on, "The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer from a Millennium ago is known as the Undefeated King. It is said that during the Heian period, his prowess was so great that even the higher-ups were powerless before him. This eventually made him lose himself to the allure of ultimate power," I explained excitedly, like the nerd I am."Is he drop-dead gorgeous, and does any of this prowess make him good in bed because I could use a good fuck or two," Kiya laughed, shaking her head. "Ki, you seriously only care about the weirdest stuff." I laughed, unwilling to share my opinion of whether I thought he'd be a good lover.

"I would rather listen about his prowess in the sheets than all these useless details," she chuckled, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "Plus, he is not real," she pouted. Devastated that she could get fucked by the king of curses, "I bet he would be a good lover," she smiles, and I shake my head. "You know Ryomen Sukan is evil and hateful. He hated Jujutsu sorcery and almost single-handedly wiped the entire society out during his time," I told her as she pouted."Sounds sexy, doesn't it? Imagine it," she said, spreading her hand out in a rainbow motion, her eyes glistening in awe as she pretended I could see a vision of Sukuna, a Tall, dark-haired man with the brightest eyes you had ever seen, looking upon you, this god of curses lured by your beauty defying his nature, to taste the limps of a mere human," she teases riling me up like a child. I puff my cheek, crossing my arms. "A-And-," I say, trying to fight the images my mind was creating. She spoke, sounding more of a poet than a stoner at this point.Stop!"

Ki laughs a good laugh before sitting back on the bench again, handing me the blunt so I can enjoy the rest of it. The sky looked dreary, heavy, and full of the color of clouds. "Come on (F/N), you can't tell me you don't have a Firey passion like that, A man who would destroy everything in his wake if it meant being able to be with you forever, one who could crush the life out of your throat without batting an eye and kiss you to reap the life back to your body-," I sigh, really thinking about it, letting the drug fill the spaces of my brain. "Can we really get to a point in our life where such a concept like that is feasible?" My words feel heavier the longer I talk, tongue-twisting and turning, trying to speak right. My mind shifted to Satoru. If only he would give me that type of commitment; the man was a mystery, beautiful and closed off, a playboy of a heartbreaking caliber. Satoru and me hand been hooking about for about two years now, but even now, he is the same wanting only to fuck, no emotions, no connection other than when he was fucking me. I had known the man for 2 years, but I didn't know a thing about his personal life, only his cock and the sound of his voice while fucking.