❝𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚. ❞ A jujutsu kaisen fan-fiction of Sukuna Ryomen. It's currently the Reiwa era, Sukuna Ryomen is a curse who hides away inside a vessel by the name of Itadori Yuji. He's known as the King of Curses, feared by all. Sukuna finds himself in a rather strange predicament and his forgotten past begins to unravel again upon meeting you. ▾ WARNING: NSFW. ▾ Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader. ▾ HEADCANON, Does not follow actual storyline. ▾ Out of character at some (most) points. ▾ ALL CHARACTERS ARE IN THEIR EARLY 20's AND OLDER. 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟗, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐅𝐈𝐍. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟗, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 - - - - - 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝘿𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙀𝘿 This story contains sensitive and mature material. 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 I do not own Jujutsu Kaisen or any of the characters and references/phrases from the anime and manga. They belong to Akutami Gege. All artwork(s) belong to their respective artists. Book cover art found on Pinterest and edited. Header and banner artwork(s) found on either Pinterest, Google image or Zerochan and edited.

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓳𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓚𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓷 𝓧 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝑾𝒂𝒓. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑻𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉. 𝑰𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕, 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 "𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕" 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔' 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒀/𝒏. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔' 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓, 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅. Rankings #1in sugurugetouFEB/6/24 #3in nanamikentoAUG/22/24 #2in TojixreaderOCT/21/24 #1in satorugojoJAN/1/25 #2

Curvy girl Millie Ashton thinks that she is too fat to get a boyfriend. However, her two drop dead gorgeous bosses have other ideas, and Millie goes on a sexual voyage of discovery.

[completed] She's so innocent and even more naive. They want her, no they need her to be completely complete. Once they have her, no one else will matter, and they'll be damned to let anyone get their way with her. ............ She belongs to them and they belong to her. And they'll take drastic measures to protect their property if they have to. To protect what's rightfully theirs.

All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain. Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desperately needed lead. However, when she soon finds herself witness to murder, everything becomes so much more complex. A "gunshot to the head" was what she relayed to responding officers, yet after a suspiciously brief investigation, results concluded not a single trace of evidence to support the committing of any crime, let alone one as messy as the casualty Madelyn described. No blood, no fingerprints. It was almost as though it never happened. Almost. If it weren't for the lingering memory of that low voice in her ear or the caress of his gloved hands on her body, she would've thought she'd hallucinated. Taken together, that should have been the most complicated part, but it wasn't. Instead, it was the three dangerous men who covered it up and caught interest in her in the process. ____ "I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." He says, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes meet mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Madelyn?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He growls into my ear, before flipping my body to face him. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to taste what a needy little mess my words have made you." ____ Theirs to Claim is a full length, reverse harem novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book ends on a cliffhanger and is recommended for 18+.

[COMPLETED] "My husband-" "Forget your fucking husband because as harsh as it sounds, baby, he's very much forgotten about you." My face morphs into shock at Ollie's outburst. The once shy man adjusts the glasses on his face and looks away from me- a small blush etching onto his cheeks. "Why can't you just leave him and be with me?" He whispers, looking back at me with his beautiful brown eyes, that are now filed with sadness. I gulp. +++ Lilah Bradford has been married to Dale Bradford for two years. Like every marriage, it started perfectly, but as time went on it's almost as if Dale has forgotten that he has a beautiful wife. All Lilah can feel is neglect and sorrow as her marriage begins to crumble right through her fingers. But all changes for the brown-skinned beauty when she meets Dale's new boss, Ollie Burhan. #1 in hot / 21st Nov 2021

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

The bell above the entrance door rung, indicating someone had walked in. "We're closed," I called as I swung my head around to face the door. I froze when I saw a tall tan handsome man dressed in an all-black suit standing by the entrance, power and dominance radiating off of him. I closed my mouth quickly when I realised I was staring with my mouth agape. "I was just wondering where Mr Santiago is?" He asked, an Italian accent lacing his voice. I stared at him for a few a seconds needing time to process that this Italian god was actually standing in front of me, before getting a hold of myself and answering him. ~~~~~ #1 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 #20 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 #2 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 #8 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #3 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 #12 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 #10 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 #137 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 #44 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #2 gangs

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018