ryomen sukuna x reader jujutsu kaisen fanfiction _________________________ "was it the taste of human flesh, or was it the taste of the love instead?"

A Jujutsu Kaisen fanfiction. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader. Y/N not knowing her own identity, was taken in into Tokyo Jujutsu High. When the cruel King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna saw her, it unlocked some memories, not the positive ones. Memories which he did not want anyone to know about. T.W- Rape, NSFW and Violence. (I am not gonna be adding TW in between of the chapters) Warning- Contain spoilers. You have been warned. Jujutsu Kaisen, a manga owned by Gege Akutami. #1 on #ryoumensukuna #1 on #animefanfiction #1 on #sukunaxreader

Warning!- death, blood, smut, cursing, faking a death, teen pregnancy being stalked, reader is being a slave to Sukuna, ect "Let's say, their love was- forbidden." Yuji Itadori is desperate to learn more about his parents. He only knows some things about his mother, [Name] Itadori, but he has no knowledge of his father. Read about Yuji's parents and their forbidden love story. [Name] Itadori was once a student at Jujutsu high. Ever since she came in contact with Ryomen Sukuna, she couldn't get him off her mind. She knew it was wrong, truly she did, but there was just- something about him. Every minute of the day she thought about him, scared that something was going to happen to her. I DO NOT OWN JUJUTSU KAISEN!!!!! IT BELONGS TO GEGE AKUTAMI THIS ALSO DOESNT FOLLOW THE TIMELINE OF JJK!!!!

Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. Gojo Satoru was sealed, the world engulfed in the Culling Game's flames. Ryomen Sukuna had obtained his perfect vessel. But even gods get bored, so he took something else: a human girl, a whim, a fleeting amusement. He had no way of knowing she'd become the sun in his endless night, and the architect of his downfall. This is the story of how he ruined her life, and how, in turn, she ruined him. The story of the girl who would bring a god to his knees. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ "Mine," he growled against your skin, the word more threat than endearment, a claim staked in flesh and breath. "You're mine, understand? Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to kill if I so choose." One moment, you wanted to ride him. The next, you imagined the satisfying slide of a blade across his throat, wondering if the King of Curses could bleed like mere mortals. Sometimes, disturbingly, you wanted to do both at once. They say playing with fire gets you burned. But what happens when you decide to burn alongside the flame? This is no love story. It's a war.