#sukuna x you

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. tired of the continuous bullying you’re receiving from the other concubines, you finally decide to stand up for yourself. the tension dulls when lord sukuna breaks the fight up.

tags. true form!ryomen sukuna x concubine!reader. sfw - angst kinda, little suggestive. mentions of bullying. violence. fighting. vile language. reader gets referred to as a ‘bitch, slut, whore’ by the concubines. reader gets referred to as ‘brat, woman’ by sukuna. not beta read bcs im sleepy. @ohimsummer, thank you for the idea LOL

you’re tired. tired of being treated like less by the others in sukuna’s harem. they’re salty—jealous—because of the shameless favoritism sukuna shows. you’re his favorite, the one he can’t seem to get enough of.

that’s exactly why you’re on the floor right now. you’ve fallen to your knees after tripping over a concubine’s foot. you were passing by to go to your headquarters, though apparently such a mundane thing can’t happen in this place without some woman interfering in the worst way possible.

“oops,” the blonde one laughs as she sees you on the wooden floor. you’re covered in food and some. . . gooey beverage. you don’t know what it is, but it’s making everything feel uncomfortably sticky. your clothes, your fingers, your skin. it’s starting to itch.

“should’ve looked where you were going,” another girl chimes in. the brunette. she feigns pity and throws a handkerchief in your face, causing the other concubines to giggle. there are three of them in total. they always stick together to bully you.

the one with green eyes speaks up as well, “now now, don’t be so harsh to the poor slut! she’s got no brain to use after all.”

the other two laugh as you try your best to stay calm. you’re always telling yourself to be the bigger person in difficult situations. you’re clenching your hands into fists, your body basically trembling in anger. you want to swing. to show them that you’re worthy of respect.

“aww, she’s gonna cry,” the blonde one pouts—a mocking pout that gets on your nerves. the laughs sounding from the trio are like nails on a chalkboard. you want to make it stop. you’re tired of keeping it civil, when they have never tried doing the same.

your eyes land on the serving tray next to your hands. the one they emptied on your head ‘by accident’. you take a deep breath and try to remind yourself that it’s probably best to go wash up. they desperately want a reaction out of you and you refuse to give it to them.

despite it all, you’re mad. you’ve gone through enough of this. all because of sukuna’s favoritsm. all because you’re you.

they’re salty that they can never be you. you’ve seen their pathetic attempts to put you down yet simultaneously try and copy your entire existence. thinking that would somehow get them in your position as sukuna’s favorite.

you’re sick and tired of it. today’s the day you show them exactly that. you’re going to show those women that you can and will beat some sense into them.

“oy, dumb slut, answ—” the blonde is interupted before she could finish her sentence. a loud bang reverberates through the hallway and everyone falls silent.

she’s the one on the floor now instead of you. you’re up, the wooden tray in your hands, the one you just used to smack the life out of her. she’s whimpering and holding her red cheek. a nasty bruise is sure to form on her skin; deserved.

“i’ll answer you, alright,” you mumble under your breath. you’re panting as the adrenaline keeps pumping. you stand over her and lift up the serving platter in the air once more—bringing it down over and over against her head, which she’s trying to shield with her hands.

the other two concubines are frozen in pure shock. you’re not thinking anymore. you’re on autopilot. the woman’s yelps and screeches are music to your ears. “hah. you sound as ugly as you look,” you spit on her, watching the blood trickle down the corner of her mouth. you lift your arms up to bring the wooden platter down on her body again, but you’re stopped.

the green eyed concubine had moved first. she grabs your wrists with one hand and smacks you across the face with the other. “have you lost your mind?!” she yells and raises her hand to slap you again. the disrespect you’re showing clearly was not expected nor is it welcomed.

“don’t you fucking touch me,” you kiss your teeth. you’re glaring at her with pure hatred. you push and slap her right back. you’re sure the blonde won’t be up for a while now—she’s done for.

you don’t know if you went a bit overboard with it, considering she’s barely conscious anymore, but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

you’re surprised when the third concubine yanks your hair. “oh, you little bitch!” the brunette grabs a bunch of your hair with both hands and tugs at it to drag you down on the floor. you wince in pain but quickly pull at her own brown locks. you struggle to keep your balance and your scalp aches.

you hate it when women go for your hair when fighting, though luckily you know your way out of it. you take a deep breath and bring her head down, lifting your left leg up at the same time. her forehead comes crashing down on your knee and she loosens her grip on your hair.

“disgusting,” you huff and take the opportunity to push her fragile body aside, making her trip over the blonde girl on the floor. you can’t help but think that your current state is quite similar to a certain someone.

the violence. the seething anger. you’ve seen this scene way too many times before. you’ve learnt it from him.

your thoughts are interrupted by someone pulling the back of your hair, causing you to stumble backwards. “a whore like you needs to be taught some manners,” the green eyed concubine sniffs and keeps a tight grip on your hair. she delivers a few punches to your face, which you actually struggle to block for a second.

the force hitting your nose makes it bleed. that only angers you further. you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting it out right in the girl’s eyes. you take your chance and grab her hair, smashing her head against the nearby fusuma. the thin plaster the sliding doors are made out of breaks, and she falls right through into the other room.

“i think you all need to be taught how to act,” you pant and wipe the blood dripping down your chin with the back of your hand. you walk through the opening you made in the frail door, kicking the concubine right in the face as revenge for the nosebleed she gave you.

you crouch down, your fingers tangling into her hair. you yank her head up and stare her right in the eyes. there’s an eerie, dark look in yours. “why can’t you just accept that you’re nothing but trash in your lord’s eyes?” you sneer. you are pitying them instead of the other way around, like how it usually would be.

and they despise it.

“you fucking—” “bitch? slut? whore?” you finish her sentence for her with an exasperated sigh. you’ve heard those insults a thousand times before. it’s nothing new. it’s always the same nasty and repetitive comments. you slap the concubine in front of you again for good measure before standing up, “you should come up with something new. it’s getting boring.”

you walk over to the other two, who are still recovering. you add to your last comment with a shrug, trying to hit them where it hurts, “your repetitiveness explains why lord sukuna rarely calls for you at night. i bet your severe lack of creativity shows even in bed.”

“you’re just a boring and hopeless bunch,” you’re out for blood. the blonde and brunette are looking up at you with fear and the sight excites you for some reason. they’re crawling away, trying to go find someone who would save them. the servants are nowhere to be found. nor is uraume, who usually stops the petty arguments.

they’re terrified by how you’re acting right now. they’re clearly seeing sukuna in you. in your eyes and the aura you’re emitting.

you’re mirroring him, his merciless personality and all included. he’s subconsciously taking over your mind and it’s terrifying them.

your steps are heavy as you walk towards the concubines. you don’t pay attention to the blood trickling down your chin, nor do you care about the ache in your scalp from the earlier hair pulling. all you care about is getting revenge for yourself.

you could complain to sukuna and have him punish them in your place, but that wouldn’t be enough. you’re going to make sure that they don’t try you again any time soon. you grab the blonde by her arm, lifting your fist to punch her—

“oi, brat.”

your eyes widen and you snap out of your mad daze. sukuna’s voice shakes the floors with how loud it is. you whip your head to the side and see his tall figure standing at the end of the hallway—uraume being right behind him. it looks like they were the one that rushed to inform sukuna of the ruckus.

you drop the other concubine and look at the mess. the broken fusuma. the blood splatter on the wooden flooring. your disheveled hair and clothes. your bleeding nose. the crimson stained plate and spilt food that got everywhere.

it’s a complete mess.

sukuna doesn’t utter a word. he just glares right at you. you’re not sure if it’s because of your irresponsible behaviour or the mess you created. or both. he marches over to you and grabs you by the back of your collar with one big hand.

“m-my lord,” you whimper, nearly choking as you’re held up in the air like you weigh nothing, like one would do to a cat’s nape. one of sukuna’s hands keeps you up whilst the others hang limply by his side. his red eyes scan your body, moving up and then back down.

you don’t know what to say. you surely have overstepped a boundary - or multiple - with what you’ve done today. you’ve disturbed the peace in the estate and have caused damage to sukuna’s property. both to his women and the interior of his palace.

you cough up a bit of blood that was stuck in the back of your throat. you’re uncertain of how you should explain yourself. “i’m sorry, my lord. i didn’t know what came over me,” you apologise and look down at the floor below your feet. you’re too embarrassed to look the king of curses in the eyes.

sukuna stays silent. it’s nerve wracking since you have no idea what he’ll do in response to your outburst. his facial expression is blank, so you aren’t able to guess what’s going on in his head. it’s a complete mystery.

however, the tall man is secretly more amused than anything. what you’ve just done, is one of the most interesting things he has seen a human do. sukuna witnessed everything from the beginning to the end and thoroughly enjoyed it. from the way you used that serving plate as a weapon to the way you managed to get out of those concubines’ grasps each time.

it’s strange to sukuna; he felt something when he saw you in action like that.

pride? perhaps that’s it. sukuna can’t pinpoint the exact emotion, though if he were to describe it, the closest word would be indeed pride. he is proud to have discovered and witnessed that untamed side of yours. you’re always full of pleasant surprises that keep even a dangerous curse like him on his toes.

it’s why he will never get bored of you. he wishes to unleash your full potential one day.

sukuna finally breaks the silence with an amused snicker. one of his hands move to wipe the blood from your nose. you cringe when he slowly licks the red liquid from his fingers afterwards—clearly ravishing the metallic taste.

“y’ finally did something, huh?” sukuna grins wickedly. he knows of the harassment you’ve been going through and he couldn’t wait to see you snap like this one day.

it’s sickening that he allows the bullying to continue just for the sake of creating drama, but it’s also worth it to him, since he’s got to unlock a side of you he knew you had buried deep inside. sukuna is a selfish bastard. you know that much, yet you like it when he looks at you with a prideful gaze and grin.

it’s so obvious that sukuna took pleasure in what he’s witnessed. he couldn’t believe how much you actually resembled him in a way.

if he were to be honest: it turned him on like crazy. seeing how you fought back against those women and how nearly deranged you became. the degrading words you spewed. . . sukuna cannot get enough of it. if it were up to him, he’d have let you continue. but for your own sake, he decided against it.

as much as he loves that untamed side of yours, sukuna knew that he couldn’t let you go too far. not because he wants to defend those other women, but because he still needs you to stay sane. going down that path of violence surely will do you more damage than good.

he’ll fully corrupt you - your body and mind - one day. just not today.

sukuna lets you back on your feet after you nearly fail to breathe. he cocks his head to the side, still having a menacing smirk on his face. he roughly pinches your cheek, “it was entertaining, i’ll give you that, woman.”

you wince as sukuna pinches the exact cheek you had a bruise on. he’s never done so before, therefore you don’t have a clue about the meaning behind that gesture. though the compliment told you that he was pleased by the ruckus more than he was annoyed by it.

sukuna still hasn’t bat an eye to the other concubines. they are waiting for their lord to punish you for hurting them, but it all seems to be in vain. they know better than to speak up about that to him. they’re easily replaceable. they know that by now. it’s as clear as day.

you’ve drilled that into their head today.

the king of curses pushes your small body towards uraume and you nearly bump against their chest with how easily he moved you around. uraume catches you in time and helps you stand straight, awaiting their master’s orders.

sukuna checks you out one more time in that disheveled state, before you go back to your formal and reserved self. his interest in you has been piqued by today’s events and he wonders when he can experience that side of yours again. he nods at uraume, “make sure she’s properly taken care of.”

uraume doesn’t waste a single second after being given an order. “understood,” they reply curtly and keep you steady so you could walk with them towards the physician’s quarters.

you look up at sukuna, trying to catch a glimpse of him before you’re taken away. he’s staring right back at you, the corners of his lips twitching into another subtle grin. he’s surprisingly pleased and content with your actions.

however it’s also not so surprising, considering that he loves it when you show any hint of resistance or stubbornness. whether it’d be to him or to his concubines.

sukuna’s facial expression turns cold the moment you’re gone and he’s left with the mess. “she took the words right out of my mouth,” he stares down at the three women on the floor who’re still unable to stand. he’s not helping them up—that’s their own problem, “y’re a pathetic bunch.”

the concubines flinch as they hear the inevitable from their own lord. hearing it from you was frustrating, but hearing it directly from the man that’s taken them in is heartbreaking. they don’t dare look up at him in such pitiful states.

“all three of you,” sukuna addresses them sharply. his arms cross over his chest, a ruthless tone to his voice. the concubines tremble in his presence, though it’s partially still because of the fear you’ve implemented in their systems.

he would’ve killed them off right then and there, though you’ve done enough damage to them both physically and mentally for now.

sukuna however, still couldn’t care less about their wellbeing. their wounds and bruises are something they’ll need to fix on their own.

he points at the floor and broken door with his head before turning around to leave the miserable trio. sukuna leaves them with an order that’s usually left to the servants;

“clean up the damn mess you caused. it better be taken care of before i return. ‘nd i don’t wanna hear a single squeak from any of you about this.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk angst #sukuna angst #bye this is also a crack fic to me

[angelltheninth]

Sukuna with a partner who hates being called bad things in bed? Like instant no so he has to awkwardly try to compliment them? Like he doesn't know how to compliment people like "I like your face" level of not knowing how to.

That's hilarious omg. Thank you for this ask.

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, awkward praise, rare awkward Sukuna

A/N: I could hardly take this seriously from laughing so much.

He's used to insulting people, they're below him after all

The only time anyone deserves praise is when they do something for him and do it well

Is still rough, that will never change unless you're pregnant

As he watches his cock slam into you he stops short, "You're taking it well, such a good cu- eh? Cutie for me. You're so cute when you try hard for me."

Looks like he's thinking real hard about his words, carefully weighing them in his mind

He holds puts his hand over your eyes so you don't see him blushing

You interpret it as him wanting to get even more rough so you embrace him, telling him how deep you can feel his cock and want to enjoy this forever

Bites his tongue, literally but you don't see the blood over his hand, you do feel his kiss is a bit more wet against your neck

"Of course you love my cock a... smart woman like you must know what a perfect cock feels like. You want to get fucked more, feel even better?" Sukuna pushes your hips up, the head of his cock ramming so deep into you, borderline painful, "That's a pretty face right there. Fitting for you when you're lost in the feeling of good cock inside you."

Wants to fill you with his cum but he's not sure he can ask that in a polite way

Maybe after a few rounds you'll be begging for it, that will be easier for him, "Good girls ask for cum." Sukuna grunts, hating having to hold back against your pussy trying to milk him dry, twitching and pulsing and driving him crazy

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #ryomen sukuna imagine #sukuna imagine #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #ryomen sukuna headcanons #sukuna headcanons #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk x female reader #ryomen sukuna x female reader #sukuna x female reader #x female reader

[poohbea]

After a long day, Sukuna finds you on the bed reading, in nothing but your panties on. Whether you intend to be or not, you’re a fucking temptation, the walking drug to his never ending addiction.

Your laughter sounds when he lays kisses upon your face, your lips — soft and sweet — your neck, lower, lower, till he finds solace between your thighs. His breath is steady, hot against your clothed cunt.

“My perfect girl.” He exhales, tongue laving a pressured strip over the cotton, spit soaking though it just as your arousal does the longer he teases you. With your hips unable to keep still, and those thighs of yours threatening to close, he takes it as his cue to tear the troublesome barrier right through the middle. You gasp at the sound of ripping fabric, book now long forgotten in the ruffled bedsheets at your side. “Mine.” His growl is low, but given the silence blanketing the room it’s audible enough for you to let out a whine-filled sigh, one that carries your pleas, your desire, your longing. All of it in one simple breath.

When his lips finally envelop your aching clit the scene that unfolds is much like the picture you'd sent him earlier in the day. Your back arched prettily as his tongue dips between your folds and past your entrance. Your taste flooding his senses almost entirely, and he'd have it no other way. Your head lolls back, mouth agape in a broken moan and he draws you closer — impossibly so — holding your thighs apart, pinning them to your chest while he devours you as if he'd been starving himself for weeks.

“That's right, princess. Fuck my tongue, let me hear how good you feel.” The glow of his eyes illuminates the softness of your skin — already moulded perfectly in his hands — a tell tale sign of exactly what it is you do to him. You drive him mad. Always leading him here, on his knees, ready to witness the syllables of his name falling from your lips.

“Kuna!” You moan, hands cupping your tits as you fail to squirm in his grasp. “Kuna!” There it is again, breathier, more high pitched. It precedes the gradual tightening of your walls, his fingers replacing his tongue, pads of the index and middle finding that perfect spot that has your own digits carding through his hair. “Sukuna!” There it is. That scream of ecstasy. The pulsing of your cunt around his fingers. A drug that overtakes him entirely.

He's rooted to that place between your thighs, tongue lapping at your clit as you come down in an array of staggered breaths. “Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” He groans, contently driving you into overstimulation, ensuring that you continue to look like that picture. Or perhaps, he'll make you cum over and over and over again till you've got no choice but to stay like that for the remainder of his time with your perfect cunt.

#⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ pooh’s world ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ #enjoy my stale crumbs #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #drabble #x reader #smut #one shot #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n

[roseychains]

Jjk men/boys as red flags ~

A/n: felt like angst

C/w: angst, all sfw.

Gojo: narcissistic 

When you and Gojo were only friends it was fine, it was always just a joke. Even when it would irritate you, you were only friends, so it didn’t mean much. But after you started dating, you realized it wasn’t just a joke. Gojo held himself above everyone, yourself included. That’s not to say he wouldn’t die for you, but instead he just thinks he’s better than everyone else. Including you. He treats you well, but it’s always back handed complements. “You couldn’t do it without me,” or “you need me,” and this time, he meant it.

Geto: avoidant

Geto has never been open with how he’s feeling. When he gets upset with you, rather than explain to you why he’s upset he would avoid you like the plague. Make up any excuse in the book to get away from you, he was suddenly always “busy.” Even once he worked him self back down to normal, it still wouldn’t be resolved in his brain. Ultimately leading to him accumulating sad thoughts that he refuses to share with you or anyone else.

Nanami: priority’s

As much as he loved you, his work always gets in the way between you too. It started with a few days spent overtime, but days turned into weeks, weeks to months, and you realized you were hardly spending time with him anymore. He would work himself day and night, even when you pleaded with him to come home to you. Your pleas fell on deaf ears, he would always tell you the same thing. That he can’t support you without this job, and it was what must be done. Even at the expense of his time with you.

Toji: irresponsible

After his wife passing, he seems to care less and less about anything else in the world. After you began dating, you realized he would do small things, innocent mistakes. Not cleaning up for himself, not switching the laundry, but when you would address the issues, he would suddenly get defensive. First, he’d tell you it wasn’t true. Then, it was an accident, and finally, if you care so much why don’t you do it. Never just “sorry, I’ll handle it.”

Sukuna: aggressive

The first time your forgave him. But when it became a repetitive issue, it started getting under your skin. The smallest things would send him into a rage, a rage that he would take out on you, raising his voice, burdening you with his anger. After he calmed down and apologized, and promised to not do that again or at the very least work on it, progress never came. Trapped in a cycle of yell, apologize, promise, repeat.

Choso: affection

Choso is inexperienced and scared. He’s scared of touch, of intimacy, he wants to love you from afar. He can talk to you for hours, and listen to you talk, but he won’t hold your hand, especially in public. It’s almost like he’s ashamed, embarrassed to be with you. But no matter how much you bring it up, he’d reassure you and say he’s just shy. But never a way to satisfy your need for physical love.

Yuji: ignorant

He doesn’t realize what he’s doing wrong, so when your mad at him he doesn’t know why. He thought he was doing everything right, and even when you tell him, he can’t wrap his head around why that would upset you, he doesn’t get it. He never has, and he never will. He ends up love bombing you and you forgive him, but do you really? No, you let it happen because what else are you supposed to do.

Megumi: self-destructive

Megumi cares about anyone else more than himself, and he refuses to take care of himself properly and repeatedly puts himself into dangerous situations. It doesn’t matter how much you cry, how you sob and hold him in your arms telling him you didn’t think he was ever coming back, begging him to stay, if not for his safety than for you. But he won’t. He never listens, no amount of tears and begging will ever change his ways.

Inumaki: effort

A relationship should be 50/50, but when someone can’t give that, the other person would make up for it. But when 40/60 becomes the new normal, than 30/70, and so on, a lack of effort on his part is a regular occurrence, it starts feeling like why do you even try. Your putting in more than you can just for him to not make it up in return. It’s almost like he doesn’t care anymore

Yuta: obsessive

It was cute first, the way he would get jealous whenever you spent time with someone else. It was a joke right? You started questioning the lightheartedness of his actions when it became frequent and almost forceful. He would resent anyone who you spent time with, he felt like you were being stolen away. So much so the point it became toxic. He would guilt trip you to stay home more frequently. And when you finally decided you were going to leave anyway, the keys to your car had mysteriously disappeared. On no, guess you have to spend the day with him, again, forever.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #nanami kento #nanami x you #nanami x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso x you #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader

[pholla-jm]

Heir (2)

IMAGINE: HEIR~ SUKUNA X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: sukuna is a bit ooc. f!reader. true form sukuna. not proof read

If you haven't read the first part, here it is: Heir. ***************

As months went by, your stomach got bigger and rounder. Your back was certainly hurting, feet aching, and a constant need to go pee. 

You almost hated every second of it. 

If it wasn’t for the fact you were bringing life into the world, you would’ve hated every second of it. 

Someone that was almost more excited than you was your lover, Sukuna. He was dead set on the baby being a boy. He was so excited to raise a boy to create a future heir. 

He even already picked out a name for him. Akumu, not a common name but it was one that Sukuna liked and it was set. 

However, you had a feeling that you were having a daughter. But, Sukuna was not hearing any of that. But just in case, you picked out a name just in case it was a girl. You wanted to have a similar vibe that Sukuna wanted so you chose Yumekui. 

You were very close to your due date and you were extremely nervous. You felt like you weren’t ready. You felt the nursery wasn’t ready or that things weren’t baby proofed enough. 

That’s why you paced around the castle, trying to get things ready. You didn’t care that your feet ached and your back was crying for help. All you cared about was making sure that everything was ready and perfect for the baby.

You know who did care? Sukuna. He didn’t like how you are constantly on your feet, pacing around and just being worried in general. 

“Woman.” Sukuna calls out once he finds you wandering the halls. You turn to him, already knowing you’re about to get scolded. “You should be resting.” You pout a little, “but do you see that over there?” You say while pointing to an area where a sharp corner was protruding. 

Sukuna follows your finger, “yeah. What about it?” “What if the baby hurts themselves from that?” Sukuna rolls his eyes, “you’re being paranoid. Our son will be strong. A corner is not going to harm him.” 

There’s that word again. Son. You often thought about what his reaction would be if it was a daughter instead. Would he be mad? Would he kick the both of you out? Would he kill the child? All these negative thoughts clouded your mind daily. 

That’s why when the time came, you really didn’t want Sukuna in the room- just the midwives. However, Sukuna wanted to be in the room with you and no one was really going to defy his orders. 

Sukuna was being super supportive though during the whole process. He held your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you wanted, even though it felt like a little pinch to him. He also kept a clean towel to wipe the sweat off of you. Even the sly cursing didn’t affect him. 

The process felt like hours and you were sure you looked like a hot mess. Sukuna didn’t care though. In his eyes you were still the most beautiful woman. 

You could feel the baby coming through and it was only confirmed by the midwife when she said the head was crowning and you only needed to do a couple more pushes. 

You were happy to hear that as you started to feel more tired and weak with every second that passed by. 

Finally, you heard the sound of an infant crying. Relief washed through your body. Until you heard the words you didn’t want to hear.

“Congratulations. It’s a girl.” 

You felt Sukana’s grip on your hand loosen until he completely lets go of your hand.

You could feel your heart drop and your skin paled. You wanted to grab the baby before Sukuna did. But you were too weak to sit up correctly. 

“W-wait..” Your voice only came out as a whisper as your back hit the bed. “I want..” You couldn’t speak anymore as your head lolled to the side. You could feel a midwife trending to your side. 

The last thing you saw was the midwife holding the child and Sukuna walking up to the child. You could see the subtle frown on his face as he looked down at the small baby. After that, your vision went black as you went into a peaceful slumber. 

*************

Everything felt sore. Extremely sore. It took you a minute to come to your senses. But when you remember your situation, you sit up. Hoping to find your daughter safe and sound. 

However, what you saw was the last thing you expected.

Your daughter was swaddled, in the crib sound asleep. 

What shocked you even more was Sukuna. The man who said who wanted a son, stood at the crib admiring his child. 

His large body was bent over so his arms were crossed and leaning against the edge. His head was tilted to the side and resting on his arms. You would have never guessed you would see a sight like this. He looked almost… soft. All though, you would never say that to him. 

Sukuna heard the rustling of the sheets causing him to sit up a little. 

“I’m glad you’re awake.” He says and you nod your head. 

“Are you mad?” You softly ask him. “Why would I be mad?” “You know… for having a daughter. Not a son, like you wanted.” 

Sukuna laughs, but not too loudly to wake the baby. 

Sure, he was a bit upset when he heard that it was a girl. But as soon as her eyes opened, the same red color as his, he swore he could feel his heart stop. The cries were weak and pathetic in his opinion. However, when the midwife handed her over to him, her cries stopped. The baby looked up at him with wonder and she showed him a gummy smile. 

Sukuna would never tell you that as soon as her cries stopped he started to love the child. 

“No. She’s so small. I decided that having a daughter isn’t too bad.” You chuckle at his answer and peer over the crib, getting a good look at your daughter. 

Even though she was a few hours old, you could tell that she was Sukuna’s daughter. You could only imagine what she would look like when she gets older.

“She looks just like you.” You mutter, a little upset that you carried her for so long and she came out looking like her father. 

“Of course she does. My genetics are strong.” “Hmm, we’ll see with the next baby.” 

Sukuna grins at your words, “the next baby? Already planning for another?” “Wait, wait,” you giggle while holding your hand up, “I don’t mean that just yet. I still have to heal.”  Sukuna hums, silently agreeing. “Next time, it’ll be a boy. I’ll make sure of it.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tagging: @lotuskassagi

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[svuguru]

How about reader who’s best friends with yuji (sukunas brother) and everytime reader comes around all sukuna can think about is fucking her right then and there. So one night when her and yuji are having a movie night so he decided to fuck her when yuji is sitting on the other end of the couch oblivious!?!

Ohh I love this 😭 because you’re just so sweet and innocent, totally oblivious to the nasty thoughts that invade Sukuna’s mind every time he gets just a glimpse of you. He’s such a perv too, eyes glued to the way you bend over when you drop something and pick it up, the way you pout when big bad meanie Sukuna teases you or the way tears gather in your eyes when he says something a little too insensitive.

Yuji doesn’t like how Sukuna teases you so much, he even confronts him about it, but Sukuna being the bully he is dismisses it and tells him that’s just him being playful. But there’s just something about you being completely unaware of all the ways Sukuna thinks about fucking you, about bending you over the sofa and taking you then and there.

Well, that day’s finally come because Sukuna has you on his lap with his length stuffing you full, your cute skirt long enough to cover that up. While Yuji is on the other end, completely oblivious to what’s happening across from him, you’re struggling to hold back whines, Sukuna’s cock stretching you wide.

“Keep it down, silly girl,” he whispers in your ear as quiet as he can, “can’t have your best friend in the whole wide world seeing you on his brother’s cock, huh?” He’s such a meanie! In response, you nod your head and quietly whimper.

Sukuna’s hands trail down to your hips, helping you slide up and down on his length, your pussy squeezing him like a vice which elicits a hiss from him. Thankfully the room is dark aside from the faint lighting on the television screen.

He’s a nasty man, everyone knows that, but fucking his brother’s best friend on the other end of the couch is crazy, right?

Sukuna sinks his teeth into his lower lip and throws his head back, his eyes still on you as you quietly stuff yourself full of him. He’s so big, his veins sliding against your warm walls, you can feel his tip teasing that spongy spot inside of you just right.

“Quiet, quiet, sweet girl,” and again, thankfully Yuji is so invested in the movie that he couldn’t hear that. You feel guilty for fucking your friend’s brother, but you couldn’t help the way your panties got soaked when Sukuna was rubbing that wet patch on your panties just a few moments ago.

“S’big, ‘kuna,” you mumble, your cheeks flush with heat as you squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel your legs twitch and knots tie in your tummy, your walls clenching Sukuna’s dick.

“‘S the pretty girl close?” He grins lazily, “c’mon, you can do it,” but the way he says that is almost mocking! Your hands reach for one of his, faint whines falling from your lips as you try to focus on the overwhelming feeling.

“Too much, too much,” the way your pussy grips Sukuna’s length has him grinning like a freak, and a very small part of him is surprised he’s got you on his dick like this after months and months of waiting.

“I know, I know,” Sukuna assures you, “you can do it, yeah? Come on, be a good girl,” and that’s all it takes to get you coming undone all over his cock, one of his hands flying to your mouth to keep you quiet. “Yeahhh… ‘s a good fuckin’ girl,”

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[emphistic]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐀/𝐍: thank you all for more than 505 followers (see what i did there with the song?) have this as a token of my gratitude (this is superr long overdue, mb you guys)

𝐖/𝐂: around 2500

“Why? Why, Sukuna? Why the hell did you not pull away?” You failed to keep your voice down.

“Baby, please. Trust me, she flung herself on me. I–”

“So you didn't push her off?”

Sukuna raked his fingers through his hair, clearly exasperated and struggling to find the words to answer you. “Look — the last time I did that I almost got arrested for assault. And guess what? You yelled at me for that, too. You said, ‘Why would you do that? You couldn't have just told her to get off?’ So really, what did you want me to do this time?”

You covered your mouth to stifle your sobs, at this point, your mascara was completely ruined, running down your cheeks. “Okay, okay, I get it. I'm wrong, you're right.”

But I crumble completely when you cry

Sukuna turned away from you, scratching his neck. Your mascara was smudged along your cheeks, your tears dampening your eyelashes. He couldn't bear seeing you like this, not when he was the cause. Was it cruel of him to say, to believe, to think, that you were most beautiful this way?

“That wasn't my point, and you know that. You know that damn well, sweetheart.” Sukuna said — after a moment of silence — and turned back to face you, albeit he hesitated before meeting your glossy eyes.

“Then what was it? What was it, Sukuna? Tell me. Enlighten me.” You frantically wiped away your tears as they fell, and though desperate as you were, you were still too slow.

“. . .” Sukuna stared down at you with a stoic expression painted on his face. His gaze remained unwavering, though yours flickered throughout the room, seemingly unable to face him properly. If he knew better, he would realize it was only because you would start bawling immediately after meeting his crimson eyes.

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

“Fine!” You threw your arms up, utterly defeated. You had no time for Sukuna's games. “Be that way; go have fun with all your other girls!” You stomped away, but decided — in the moment — to turn around for a second just to flip the pink-haired man off. “Burn in Hell, Sukuna, for all I care. I don't want to see your stupid, stupid face ever again.”

Sukuna sighed, his eyes burned holes into the back of your dress as you left him standing there. Standing there with nothing but his thoughts, dreams, and regrets. Standing there in the club alleyway. The same club alleyway that you pulled him away to so you could yell at him.

But it didn't feel like the same club alleyway, because Something was missing. Something very dear to him — but he was no better than a man.

I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise

He was no better than a man. He didn't have the courage. He didn't have the brains. He didn't have the wit. He didn't have the assets. He didn't have anything that he had had with you. Not anymore, at least.

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

He didn't have anything, because you were his everything. You were his light. His match. His flame. He didn't know what his point was. He didn't know. He didn't know. Because alas, he was no better than just a man. A man helplessly in love — with you.

So what would a man — helplessly in love with you — do? Perhaps he would visit your favorite jewelry brand and buy you an exquisite necklace. Maybe he would stop by a florist's shop and get you flowers. Or he could get you a baked good from the local bakery you like so much. And so, Sukuna — possibly being the most indecisive man alive — did all three of those things.

He purchased you a glimmering diamond necklace, a bouquet made up of your favorite flowers, and a cake of your favorite flavor.

Now, Sukuna was never a nervous nor self-doubting man, that was until he met you. He gets butterflies at the thought of you, though he'd never admit that. What could he say? He loved your laugh, the way your eyes crinkle as you do, your smile, your habit of tucking your hair behind your ear, your meticulousness when choosing earrings to match your outfit, your eyes — especially when they appeared to almost be glittering, he loved everything about you. But most importantly. . . He loved you. And that is why he sits in the driver's seat of his car, with his head in his hands and his back hunched over in thought.

He messed up. He messed up bad. And now he had to clean up the mess.

Fifteen minutes prior, his younger twin brother — Yuuji — had given him a pep talk, hyping him up. Yuuji knew how much you had helped Sukuna. He remembered the way Sukuna appeared happier, as if 100 pounds had been lifted off his shoulders — not that he would have any trouble carrying that weight — when Sukuna came home from your first date together. Yuuji saw the difference in Sukuna from that day on. Yuuji saw, Yuuji heard, and Yuuji felt the difference.

Albeit the younger twin could be a bit . . . dull, at times, Yuuji knew that you were what Sukuna needed most. If you had affected Sukuna so greatly when you came into his life, just think about the effects that would take place if you two separated. Yuuji got chills just thinking of that, which was why he was so desperate for his older brother to just rip off the bandaid, set his ego aside, and make amends.

I'm going back to 505

Sukuna was going back. He was going back to you . . . even if it was the last thing he would do. He finally raised his head from his hands and started the car. He was going to see you, apologize and explain how stupid he was being, and he was going to give you all the gifts he purchased. If his words couldn't satisfy you, he was going to spend the rest of his life proving himself to you with his credit card.

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

The drive to your apartment from his penthouse was only 3/4s of an hour, though it felt much longer as his dread grew and grew. It didn't matter how long, how far, how dangerous, the journey — he would always go back to his girl.

His girl.

That's what you were. That's what you are. That's what you will be — for as long as Sukuna lives. He would make sure of that.

The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark

But it didn't feel that way, certainly not when you opened the door with a frown on your face that only deepened as you immediately moved to close the door upon seeing the pink spikes of Sukuna’s hair. But he was already two steps ahead of you. He — already expecting that reaction — had quickly blocked you from closing the door by sticking his foot out between the door.

Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark

“Sukuna. Didn't I tell you to never—!”

“Baby, please. Hear me out — for just a second.” Sukuna's lips were dry, his throat parched.

“Fine.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, he would've missed it if he was not as desperate as he was now.

Three days. It had been three days since you two had last spoken, in that damned alleyway. Three days of plain torture. Three days of sleepless nights. Three days without you. Three days of Hell.

God, he was so glad to hear your voice again; it was like music to his ears.

The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

You slowly pulled the door back and took a step backward, silently giving Sukuna your consent for him to enter. However, he didn't feel deserving of it, so he stayed in his position.

“Look, this is probably a waste of your time—”

“It is.”

He shoved the gifts into your hands.

“Oh? What's this?” You raised a brow, digging your hand through the bags to investigate, but Sukuna cleared his throat and you met his eyes.

“I want to apologize, for what I said and for how I acted. I'm really, really sorry. You know I'm not the best with these kinds of things, but, I really am. Believe me. And . . . I wasn't in the right state of mind, I was already a few drinks in — y’know that — and I know that's not an excuse but, I just. . . I'm sorry, okay? I haven't slept a wink since you left. And I was a fucking coward: I should've done this earlier but I didn't. So—please, forgive me.”

You didn't say anything, averting your gaze to the ground at your feet, and still processing his words. You mulled over what he had said in your head.

“Say something. Anything. Please.” Sukuna was so close to getting on his hands and knees that it was almost embarrassing.

“Sukuna, I don't know what to tell you. I believe you're sorry but I. . . I'm not ready to forgive you, not yet. It's just a lot, y’know? I mean, if you were in my shoes right now, you would feel the same way—”

“That's why I'm apologizing.” Sukuna cut you off, his desperation quickly turning into agitation.

“Yes, I get that, but . . . I'm just not ready to forgive you yet. I'm not ready to just push this aside and move on. I'm not . . . ready — for any of that.” Your eyes softened, as did your tone.

Despite his desperate pleads, you couldn't bring yourself to just forget the whole ordeal and why he was apologizing in the first place. But Sukuna was no better than a man. He had no clue why you felt this way. The only thing he's known in life was to move on. That's what he does and will do. That's why he is the way he is. That's why.

“Do you even want this relationship to last? Can't you see I'm trying to fix this problem?”

“I do, Sukuna. I really do. Couples fight and have arguments. It's normal. It's what we're doing right now. But just because it's normal doesn't mean I'm going to brush it aside as if it didn't happen.”

“Are you out of your—!? Do you have any idea how many girls would like to be in your spot right now? Do you have ANY idea?” By now, Sukuna had completely lost it. He was frustrated, so frustrated. He didn't understand what more you wanted from him.

“I—Sukuna, what?”

“Have you any idea? Any idea at all?”

You would be lying if you said you weren't scared, utterly afraid of the man standing before you right now. For you could see nothing past his eyes, no love, no care, nothing. Only the deep, rich crimson color that you once loved and held so dear to your heart.

“You know what? Good for you. Good for you that you have so many other better options but you chose me. Good. For. You. I guess you don't need me anymore. Goodbye, Sukuna.”

You slammed the door [shut] in Sukuna's face, falling with your back against it seconds later and bringing your knees to your chest. The waterworks started soon after and Sukuna could hear your quiet sobs from beyond the door.

He was dumbfounded, absolutely appalled. Did he really just say that to you? Sukuna knew he was not the brightest, but, damn, he's really done it this time.

Sukuna ran his fingers through his hair, now sitting in his car. He definitely did not mean to say what he said. In fact, he didn't even know how it slipped out. One second he was basically on his knees for you and the next, he . . . wasn't. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? He thought. He continued to sit there, reflecting on his actions and words. But he still couldn't believe it. What the fuck just happened?

He came to your apartment hoping to salvage the remnants of your guys' relationship, but he ended up ruining it — forever. Sukuna was 100% sure this was the worst fuckup in the history of mankind.

But he couldn't just leave it like this. He could still fix this, right? Alas, Sukuna had lost all hope; he lost his mind; and he lost the love of his life.

“Shit,” Sukuna muttered. He had really lost it, he thought, as he walked back to your apartment door. He had really lost it, he thought, when he spared a glance at your apartment number.

I'm going back to 505

That was the whole point of this, right? He was going back — no matter what, right?

When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect?

He had really lost it, he thought, when he saw your glossy — yet still absolutely mesmerizing eyes after reluctantly answering the door, waiting for Sukuna to say something, anything. Anything at all. But he didn't. He didn't say anything at all. He had really lost it, he thought, when he pulled you in for the most zealous kiss he had ever experienced that left you gasping for air. His lips slotted against yours, moving fervently simultaneously. Albeit, he pulled away rather quickly — afraid of what he had just done.

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Mere seconds after Sukuna pulled back, you moved your hand so quickly — that Sukuna didn't even notice at first — and slapped him. Hard. You slapped him hard as fuck. But then you did something that surprised the pink-haired man even more. You embraced him in a hug, and a tight one at that.

“Hug me back, dumbass.” You quipped.

Or I did last time I checked

“You just slapped me.” He hugged you back, nevertheless, wrapping his arms around your figure. Because, he had to admit, it was kinda hot [getting slapped].

“Duh. ‘Cause you're such a loser.”

A pause of silence occured, before Sukuna spoke up.

“I didn't mean what I said,” Sukuna murmured against your hair. He had longed for this moment. God, you made him so soft sometimes.

“I know.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I know.”

“I missed you.”

“You never stop talking, do you.”

“To you? Never.”

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs and a smile

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[aakeysmash]

Another little soft mechanic!Sukuna drabble because I love him ;( gets literally a biiit suggestive but it’s not super smutty!

“I don’- thin’- she like- dat.”

You groggily turn around, woke up by your boyfriend’s mumbles. You didn’t really catch what he said, but you just want to sleep, so you don’t pay it no mind. You scoot further on your side of the bed and start to fall asleep again, when he gets back on saying random things.

“Range Rov’r… so small… wan’ marr- ‘her…“

“Sukuna, stop, I’m tired, I can’t sleep with you talking” you respond, giving him a delicate shake. He’s tired too, you know it, and that’s why he’s talking in his sleep: he only does that when he’s exhausted. For the last month he’s been working extra hours at the garage he owns, saying it’s because “you both deserve a great vacation this year”. When you asked why, he rolled his eyes and ignored you. The tips of his ears were red.

He whines, barely waking up. He slightly opens one eye, sees you far away from him on your shared bed and scowls. Lately you haven’t been together a lot, apart from the times you try to study in his office with your headphones on to not hear him curse like a sailor, or, well, like a mechanic. He wraps one of his arms around your naked waist and bumps your body against his own.

“Gotcha,” he hoarsely says. You chuckle lightly then try wiggling away to sleep again, but he doesn’t budge. The long hours he spends under the cars have given him the most amazing muscles you’ve ever seen, but those come with a lot of strength too.

You relax in his hold while he draws random patterns on your skin with his calloused hand. It’s summer, you’re both naked because he says he likes to feel your skin on his. The only time you complained about being sweaty he grinned and said he knew other ways to make you sweaty, so now you only bring out the topic when you want to get dicked down good and fast.

You reach around his body to place your hand on his back, head below his chin. You could kiss his neck if you’d pucker your lips a little, that’s how close you are. You’re starting to fall asleep again when he whispers in your ear something you don’t understand.

“What?” You ask softly.

“… lov’ ya,” he slurs, before beginning to snore a bit. You smile to yourself, getting impossibly closer to him and drifting off to sleep.

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[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (TEASER)

#full is NSFW, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, mentions of abuse, typical canon violence, morally grey reader, sukuna has FEELINGS but is BAD AT FEELINGS

A/N: this fic is so long rn lol I just have to release a piece of it into the wild :sob: feel free to reply if you want to be tagged for the full story when it's ready

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You were never supposed to be anything more than a trinket. You were a gift from some family trying to show off for Sukuna, so much so that they offered him a delicacy, something he surely didn't have yet–a yokai. A kitsune, to be more exact. One with peculiar black tails. 

Sukuna found it interesting, and similarly desperate, to be brought such a creature as tribute. Certainly, it was meant to be seen as a high honour, yet somehow it felt…off. Why would humans give up something so powerful? 

Unexpectedly, it'd be you who told him. 

They submit me for the sake of convenience and mockery, your withering voice whispered where no one else could hear. You sounded weak. Tired. Maybe afraid, yet brave enough to reach towards the king and unveil the intentions of the men who brought you before him.��

Sukuna's eyes flicked to you, his feigned interest in what the sorcerers said falling straight into dismissal. You were much more intriguing. 

“Oh?” Sukuna asked, a smile creeping onto his face. The speakers ceased their jabbering and stared at your back with fierce intensity. Sukuna grinned wider. Oh, how he loved the way fear twisted mortal faces. 

You didn't shift or crumple into yourself under the eyes of so many, however. You pushed on with what little energy and life you had, so intent on dragging that clan through the mud. 

What I say is true, you assured simply. I expect to die today–

“Speak so everyone hears you, fox,” Sukuna commanded.

“--so I–I–” you coughed and cleared your throat, trying to rid your voice of the scratchy, weakness it struggled through. “I wish to not die with regrets.

“They have rendered me ill and unable to produce children, they see the black of my tails and regard me as an ill omen; yet they bring me to you, daring to spin sweet tales about the value of such an offering. But they lie,” You hissed. Your eyes glinted with molten malice, and Sukuna fell captivated. “They throw me to you as they would diseased meat to dogs.” 

The courtyard fell silent, and Sukuna basked in it. You really were such a little troublemaker. A quietly chaotic force of nature. 

The king stood, rolling his shoulders as he did, and his pride flared as you dropped to your knees before him in respect. He walked to you and patted your head as one might a child's before appraising the sorcerers stood before him. 

“What a disappointment,” Sukuna sighed, raising another hand. The couple took up position, pooling their cursed energy in hopes of fending off the monster standing before them. The effort was quite cute. “Here I thought your clan might actually earn my mercy.” His hand dropped as the two lunged. Then, the two clansmen fell, too, both in neat, vertical halves. Quite overkill, yes, but he had a point to make. 

Where he expected a reaction from you, he got nothing. Only panting and poorly-stifled coughs came from you, racking through the entirety of your skin and bones frame. Sukuna could see it up close now, the way your body trembled from fatigue, the sickly greying of your skin, the scent of disease clinging to you. 

That wouldn't do. Sukuna liked his things to be in good shape. 

“Uraume,” Sukuna droned as he stared down at you, “fix this.”

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[vampyrsm]

‣‣ COR UNUM: CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE | SARUTAHIKO ŌKAMI

‣‣ Synopsis: Misogi; the ritual to cleanse one's body. Would a body still be purified even when doused in the blood of her enemies? Our tale continues with a heart that no longer beats and a declaration that will change the course of a life.

‣‣ Main Masterlist | AO3 ‣‣ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader ‣‣ Word Count: est. 6.8k ‣‣ Warnings: Blank blogs & Minors DNI. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Set in the Early-Heian Period, trueform!Sukuna, female reader, blood, cannibalism, blood kink/blood play, smut, self-inflicted wounds, blood-drinking, starts in Sukuna's POV.

His heart was racing.

Such an odd, strange sensation for a man who was otherwise unphased by anything. He’d fought and won countless battles, torn men apart with his own bare hands and yet that was not enough to make his heart actually race. It beats so harshly against the protective cage of his bones, brings heat to his already warm flesh and it’s all because of you.

You, who is kneeling before him. You, who had just murdered a woman with her own weapon and then ordered Uraume to slice her up for dinner. Sukuna can only watch down the ridge of his nose as you kneel there, Yorozu’s blood no doubt soaking through your silky furisode and staining your skin beneath. He wonders if you’d look good soaked in the crimson red, from head to toe. Yes, he concludes, you would look very good.

Maybe for another time. Maybe he’ll get you into the pool of blood just off to his side. 

For now, though, he’ll have his fun with what’s being presented to him. His eyes wander across your face, taking in your features—features he could paint if he had the time or inclination to do so. You were a work of art, a bloody work of art, but art nonetheless. Beautiful, truly. It was a… peculiar thought, not something Sukuna would’ve ever imagined to flit into his mind. But he finds he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care that it may open him to weaknesses. 

“Take it off.” He languidly pulls at the edge of the furisode opening, not enough to do it for you but enough to get his message across. His heart races again when you do so without complaint. 

It thrilled him to no end. You were strong, unbelievably so. Not just in power but your will, your mind, everything—you were undoubtedly strong. And yet still, you kneeled to him. You did as he commanded. You were his. His eyes watch through half-lids when you tug at the opening of your furisode until he can see flesh, unmarked except for the only thing that shows you as his. The scar is enough to make his cocks twitch beneath the loose material of his hakama.

It’s not long until you’re bare before him, kneeling in a pool of blood and clothing discarded to the side. You look so vulnerable, sitting there waiting on your knees until he gives his next command. However, Sukuna knows you are anything but vulnerable. You were a force to be reckoned with, a force of nature that only he could contest with, that only he could hold and touch and come out unscathed.

You don’t move an inch when two of his hands come down to the top of his trousers, tugging at the obi belt holding them tight to his waist. His eyes are nearly glazed over with his own lust, yet he sees the way your hands curl into fists against the tops of your thighs, itching to disobey his demands and touch him. In truth, Sukuna doesn’t think he’d stop you—if anything, he’s itching to be touched by you too. 

Your eyes don’t leave his even when he kicks away the material of his trousers, not even when his hand curls easily around both of his cocks.

“Open.” His command is adhered to immediately, your mouth falling open and tongue out on display. His chest rumbles with a deep groan, his feet wading through the pool of blood to step closer to you. You keep your gaze locked onto his when the tip of his secondary cock presses against your tongue, the salty pre-cum earning him a small kitten lick. 

His hand continues to feed you more of his cock until it sits comfortably on your tongue, stuffed deep into your mouth until saliva pools and drips from your bottom lip. It’s filthy, the way you look up at him with his cock in your mouth and the other being stroked just inches from your face. His knuckles brush against your nose every stroke, your breaths coming out in even measured puffs against the back of his hand. 

“Look at you,” he sneers but there’s no heat behind it, it’s lust that curls his lip and furrows his brows. His hand squeezes tighter around the head of his cock not occupied by your mouth, forcing more pre-cum to pearl at the slit. “Even with a cock in your mouth, you still look beautiful.” 

His hips most subtly, almost gently at first, testing the waters to see just how much you could take before you inevitably choked. His stomach aches with how tight it grows when he feels your tongue moving beneath the heavy weight of his cock, feeling against the throbbing veins—if he was a lesser man, he’d be spilling himself all over the back of your throat already.

Sukuna presumes he has the upper hand until one of the hands that should’ve been resting in your lap finds itself snaking its way up the length of his thigh. He can feel you grasping and groping at the thick muscle there, tracing over the thick black line of the tattoos that you’ve come to intimately know.

He’s unable to stop the deep groan that rumbles in his throat when your hand cups his sack, feeling the weight of it in your palm before you give him a squeeze—and it’s not a gentle one. It has his feet planting themselves firmer against the floor, lest he slips in the blood beneath him when his knees threaten to give out. 

His hand strokes more fluidly, quicker and with more of a tight grip when he lets you take over the pacing of sucking his cock. His hips still, and naturally a hand comes up to the side of your head. He threads his long fingers through your hair hastily, grasping onto what he can without a care as to how hard he’s pulling.

But it doesn’t seem to bother you, not when you force more of his cock down your throat until he can feel the muscles restrict and contract in protest, your nose is nearly buried in the thicket of hair at the base of his cocks. He almost wants to praise you for doing so well on your first try to take the full length of his cock down your throat.

Instead, Sukuna pulls back completely from your mouth. Letting you pant and gasp into the open air, strings of saliva connecting you to the tip of his cock that now looks painfully red from the effort to not cum down your throat and ruin his plans. 

“Lay down.” He orders next, a large hand languidly stroking both of his cocks as he watches you. You don’t hesitate in the way you slide onto your back, blood soaking into your skin and sullying your hair. 

You drag your hands through the blood, playing with it he realises. You truly were a monster now, one he had made with his own hands—a bloodthirsty monster who he was eager to please. 

Sukuna lowers himself down onto his knees, slipping in the blood when he leans his weight over you to get closer to your face. You smile so beautifully at him, biting your spit-swollen lip in anticipation. The hand you drag up along his stomach is cold with the quickly cooling blood, sticky with how it starts to coagulate. 

He leans back just enough to watch you paint Yorozu’s blood into his skin, patterns and hand prints that claim him as yours. Always yours. And he finds himself doing the same to you, he drags his bloodied hands over your body. Over your nipples, along the dip of your sternum until he finds your belly button.

His fingers dip into your stomach, pressing just hard enough to feel your muscles flinch. Then with a glance up to your face, to see you still biting your lip in an attempt to stop the panting breaths he can see your chest struggling with—

He dips down. His tongue is hot and flat against your stomach, the blood rich and tangy against his tongue but it’s nothing new to him. If anything he savours the taste, so rare to find a blood rich with cursed energy of this calibre. He wonders briefly what your blood would taste like if he were to rip you apart with his teeth. 

Sukuna follows the trail up along your body, taking his time to circle his tongue around your hardened nipples before sucking them into his mouth. Then, and only then does your resolve crumble. Your moans are some of the sweetest things he had ever heard, no poem or song could ever capture the beauty of what it feels like to hear you sing your pleasure. 

His trail ends between your collarbones, near the hollow of your throat. Near his mark on your skin. Like a shark to blood, he finds his red-stained lips dragging along the scar tissue. His mouth opening to graze his fangs along the indents of his sharpened teeth, it’d be so easy to taste your blood. 

Would it taste richer now that you were bound to him? Would he taste his own cursed energy mixed deliciously with your own? His jaw aches with the need. The need to devour you whole. 

But it’s your gentle hand in his hair that guides him away, until he’s face to face with you. You look so small beneath him and yet you hold as much power as he does with the way you meet his gaze. Silently demanding. 

He bends easily under your gaze, his stained lips find yours. And it’s you who moans at the copper taste that spreads across your tongue, his own stomach tightens at the sound and the cocks resting against your thigh twitch eagerly. When you pull back from the kiss, he finds himself with the odd feeling of needing to chase you; to plant his lips against yours again. 

But he’s frozen in place when a warm wet hand comes up to the side of his face. You smear the blood along the tattoo lining his jaw, following it down until you reach his chin. And then you slowly drag your fingers along his lips until they’re saturated in blood, it has his heart racing away in his chest when that rich scent hits his nose. 

You're just as fascinated with the blood as he was.

Sukuna opens his mouth easily, accepting the pads of your fingers against the flat of his tongue before he licks you clean of the blood staining your fingers. He can see your breath stutter, how your chest expands in excitement and he can’t help but grin at the look on your face. His hand comes back up from its place next to you, painted freshly in dripping crimson.

“Hold still.” He speaks lowly, spreading the blood on his teeth with his words. You do as he says, remaining still on the floor as he brings his blood-stained thumb up to your forehead. He moves it in practised strikes, careful consideration for each swipe of his thumb. His fingers move on from your forehead, down towards the bridge of your nose to swipe a clean stripe across it. 

Then just beneath both of your eyes, he draws a connecting line that leads down along either side of your jaw. His fingers break from your skin to draw two lines along your chin before he leans back from your space to observe his word. Perfection, marked with blood in the design of his own tattoos. 

His hand slips down from your face to find itself wrapped around your throat, sharp nails digging into the flesh until he smells the fresh tinge of copper. It makes his stomach growl in anticipation. 

“I would do anything for you.” He finds himself admitting, breathing the words easily when they would’ve never formed on his tongue all those months ago when he was alone.

“I know.” You whisper over the tight grip around your throat, words said with a smile that has Sukuna seeing fire and blood in tribute to you. He’d truly do anything for you; including ripping apart the world if you so wished for it. 

It has his nostrils flaring, muscles bunching up in his shoulders before he thrusts his hips forward harshly. The movement has your mouth open in a wordless scream, your eyes wide with unshed tears that blend with the painted blood beneath your eyes. You stare at him with such a wide-eyed look that he almost feels bad for impaling you on his cock… almost.

The pace he sets is anything but gentle, it’s dominating, commanding. He wants to own every last inch of you, inside and out. If he could, he would tear out your heart and eat it, feast on your flesh and bones until there was nothing left of you except for the part of you that lived on within him. But he couldn’t do that to you, not when he knew your teeth were as sharp as his own and you could devour him first.

His hips slap against your own with an extra added wetness, the blood grows tacky between the both of you whilst aiding in how quickly he can thrust into you. His lower set of hands clamp down around your waist, holding you still in the pool of blood that continues to soak into your body whilst he fucks you harder, deeper.

Your pussy has always felt divine to him. The way your walls clamp down around him in vain to try and stop him from ruining you, but he knows you too well. You’d never stop him from ruining you, you were made to be ruined by him. Your walls were designed and crafted by him, to mould around the thickness of his cock—or both. 

His unattended cock ruts over your mound with each thrust, the tip of his cock leaking against your belly button and smearing the blood that he had earlier painted you with. The sight has him growling, teeth bared and a renewed vigour to fuck you as hard as he can. 

The sight of you with a knife embedded in your chest has his stomach tensing. It was a sight no man would ever want to see with the woman he was bound to, to see his wife on the brink of death—open arms and a mean grin to accompany her. It had him hard from that alone, you looked beautiful. His very own Angel of Death, or perhaps more of a Harbinger of Death. You had a death grin that would put his to shame. 

But the thing that had sealed his need to fuck you senseless was the act of murder itself. He hadn’t expected you to kill Yorozu, at least not in the manner that you did. He had assumed you’d torture her, flay her alive and eat her innards whilst she was still alive; to hear her begging and crying for mercy. But instead, you sliced her throat and bled her like a pig.

Now that, that was beautiful. You treated Yorozu as she was, nothing but a filthy pig who had come from nothing and would die as nothing. It has his blood singing in his veins, heating him from the inside out as he fucked you harder at the image of you standing there with a knife of Yorozu’s own making and the aforementioned girl crumbling to her knees. 

Forget Angel of Death or Harbinger. You were a Goddess, a Queen that was above the rest. And that has Sukuna’s claws clamping down on you, his jaw aching with the need to widen until he can bite down on your flesh and taste you. What would divine blood taste like? Your flesh was delicate, yet he had never tasted your organs. Your heart is what he desired, would it be tainted just as his own?

His spiralling thoughts have his head fuzzy, eyes narrowing in determination to tear you apart. Until your hand comes up to cup his jaw, he hadn’t even realised he had hunched back down over you to effectively fold you in half beneath him. Your bloodied fingers slide along his jaw until you find the back of his head, your fingers grabbing ahold of the pink strands.

Sukuna succumbs to your pull, letting his forehead press to your own harshly to force your head back against the bloodied stone beneath you. A deep groan rumbles through his chest when he feels the hot wetness of your tongue against his chin, curling the tip just underneath before dragging it up along the blood he knew had started to dry there. Your lips find his own soon after, the tangy coppery taste mixes with the exchanged saliva until it becomes too messy; a sloppy mixture of blood and spit that drips from your lips when he pulls back.

The hands at your waist take hold of you suddenly, shifting you with his movements until you are sat atop him. Your knees slide in the blood, forcing you to take every last inch of Sukuna’s cock until it is pressed painfully deep inside of you. He can see the way your eyes roll back in pure delirium, the pleasure hazing your mind and opening your mouth to gift him the beautiful harmony that was your moans. He doesn’t hurry you to ride him; however, his hands settle on either side of your thighs whilst he watches you.

You were fascinating to watch. Looking up at the ceiling to allow yourself this moment of unadulterated pleasure, your hands are pressed dangerously close to the mouth on his stomach. He can’t help but allow him the moment to open that second mouth, to let your fingers graze along the sharp teeth and large tongue that lolls out eagerly to lap at the blood that was sullying your hands.

You look down at him when you feel it, a sultry look in your eye when you smile at him. Bravely you drag your fingers along the tips of those elongated canines, pressing hard enough that he knows will break your skin—and it does. Your eyes are alight with the pain that mixes deliciously with the pleasure you feel when you start to roll your hips daringly. 

His cock is buried so deep inside of you that he’s certain he can feel the way your lungs expand with each breath, can feel the very beat of your heart when your walls pulse rhythmically around him. The rich fresh scent of blood has his eyes snapping down to look at the hand that was previously toying with the mouth on his stomach. He can see the large gash on the palm of your hand, dripping fresh blood on the eagerly awaiting tongue. 

Sukuna groans audibly, his mouth falling open and hips bucking up involuntarily into your own. You jerk with the movement but it doesn’t stop you from pouring your blood into his stomach mouth, drowning him in the thickness of it—he was right. Your cursed energy has changed the potency of your blood, he can taste the raw power of it. 

He can’t help it—he lashes out before you can react, seizing your wrist in one large hand before curling his upper body upwards to meet you halfway. His tongue laves over the wound in slow drags, groaning deeply in turn when that coppery-thickness stains the back of his throat. Sukuna drinks down your blood effortlessly, eyes locked with your own when he sees you growing uncomfortable with the stinging sensation in your hand.

With closer proximity, he wraps two of his unoccupied arms around your body to secure you against his chest before he lowers himself back down onto the floor. You’re forced to be chest-to-chest with him, looking down at him with a look on your face that tells him you like the shift of his cock deep inside.

Unable to deny himself any longer, he plants his feet against the floor and begins to fuck up into you—hard. His tongue all the while continues to wash over your palm until his lips pucker to suck on the wound, earning him a moan that tapers off into a pained hiss. He doesn’t stop despite your evident pain, not when he can feel your walls clamping tighter and the wetness that grows between your thighs is making it easier for his cock to slide in and out of you.

The cock wedged between the both of you twitches as much as it can, an indicator that he was growing closer and closer to his peak. Sukuna growls like a feral animal against your palm, releasing you finally to show his bloodied lips and canines dripping with your blood. You seem to be in a trance when you look down at him; mouth open with each and every moan that slips out.

You don’t move when he shifts his hand up to your mouth, covering your lips—not to silence you, no, his eyebrows raised in expectation. And it comes to you so naturally, to open your mouth for him and clamp down on his palm. Your teeth sink into the fatty flesh of where his thumb resides, biting down until Sukuna can see rivers of red curling around his forearm. The feeling of your teeth in his flesh has his hips stuttering, and stomach tensing quickly. 

Sukuna himself falls into his own lust-fuelled trance when he watches you detach from his hand with a wet pop, only to drag your tongue along the bite mark that would’ve maimed a lesser man. His blood mixes into the dried blood on your skin, coating it in a fresher layer. He can’t deny you look good like this, covered in blood that doesn’t belong to you.

It drips and curls around your nipples, painting a pathway down along the curves of your body. A large hand comes up to grope at your breast, squeezing at the hardened bud of your nipple to pull a muffled moan against the palm of his hand. He shifts you again, grabbing at your open-wounded hand with his own to entwine his fingers with your own. 

He lets that hand fall flat on the ground next to his head, your free hand curls through his blood-matted hair and you cling for dear life when you finally succumb to the urge to cum, his cock hammering harshly against that spongy spot deep inside. His palm tingles at the sensation of being pressed to your own, the blood that was singing with untamed cursed energy roaring to life when you crest and orgasm so beautifully for him.

Sukuna can only do his part and follow after you, his teeth bared and gums on display when his lip curls into a vicious snarl. He growls through his orgasm, hips throwing themselves against your own in a heavy rhythm that would no doubt leave you sore and bruised for days. Both of his cocks twitch harshly before he releases all he has, his hips slam up into your own to keep you plugged tight whilst he pours each and every last drop inside.

You’re both left panting in close proximity, your eyes closed and Sukuna can only watch you; admire you in your post-sex heaven. A hand skates itself along your back, brushing through the tacky mixture of sweat and blood. You shift on top of him, turning your head until your lips brush against the corner of his own, you’re so close that he can feel the rapid beat of your heart against his chest.

“I would do anything for you too,” you whisper against his skin, raspy from the strenuous activity. And your words bring a smile to Sukuna’s face, his eyes fluttering to a close to enjoy your closeness. 

The pair of you lay there for some time until the blood grows cold and the wounds on your palms have closed with a fresh layer of skin to replace what was lost. You don’t fight him when he scoops you up on his chest, walking out of the throne room and towards the hotspring the both of you have become quite fond of.

It isn’t until much later that you find yourself truly at rest. The turbulence of your own soul finally settled, sated. Reconnected with your other half, the half that slumbered in the depths of a man who held the key to your heart. The silence in your head is loud, yet welcome, it has you closing your eyes as you rest at the window looking out to the courtyard. Sukuna had returned you to your shared bedroom, and this time he had stayed.

The man himself was on the other side of the room, crossed-legged and hunched over a small writing table—the table was actually normal-sized, Sukuna just made everything look as if it were designed for a child. You listen to the drags of the brush on the paper with each delicate letter he writes, and the crackle of the hearth snaps in the background. 

Peace. You felt at peace.

It was nearing the evening, the sky painted in pinks as the sun bid its goodbyes and sank to allow its counterpart to paint the lands in its white light. Dinner no doubt would be served soon, and with that, so would Yorozu’s heart. You had plans for her heart, plans that had a ghost of a smile resting on your lips. Sukuna would find it humorous, at least.

“We’re to head to the Hida province in the coming week.” Sukuna eventually shatters the quiet of the room, drawing your gaze over to him. He’s still perched over his parchment paper, black ink sweeping across the paper. 

Hida. It wasn’t too far from where you were, you assumed. If your lessons as a child held up, you were somewhere in the north—where it was cold, and out of reach of the Emperor and the late Shogun. But it was much closer to Heian-Kyo than you’d like, the home of the Emperor and his many armies. 

“And why’s that?” You question, waiting to see if Sukuna would raise his eyes to see the challenge in your eye.

Instead, he grins to himself. Putting the inked brush into its pot before he meets your gaze, his face fails to hide his amusement. “They fear me, us. They apparently wish to appease us, to have us come to their province and attend their festival. Wish them good luck with the upcoming season.” 

Immediately you crinkle your nose, frowning at the absurdity of it all. Sukuna seems to think the same, as he laughs lowly at your reaction. You had attended such festivals as a child, albeit it was more just for the people in your father's fief to have the chance to prove themselves to the almighty Shogun. You had witnessed plenty of blessings of upcoming children destined to be nothing but his foot soldiers once they were of age. 

“And you wish to go?” 

“Why not? It’s an opportunity to meet with the Lords, they often have information they’re willing to hand over for the right price.” Sukuna shrugs, and you frown once again—he’d never give anyone anything for information, he’d simply take it. 

“That doesn’t sound like you.” You raise an eyebrow in question, and Sukuna gives you a very rare smile; genuine and impressed all in one package. It’s beautiful as much as it is deadly. It has the hairs on your arms rising despite the thick kimono you had been bundled in to fight off the chill in the air.

“Ever the observant one.” He comments offhandedly, and you watch as he plucks up a block of wood that had been carved to serve as a stamp. You’ve never asked him who he corresponds with, who might be worthy enough to have the King of Curses himself sign off his letters. “I won’t be the one handing something over.”

Immediately, you know what’s going to come from his mouth—

“It’ll be you.”

“Me? I have nothing to give.” You argue half-heartedly, and Sukuna’s gaze grows intense when he recognises the flicker of a flame in your voice; a challenge. “What do you expect of me this time?”

Instead of answering you, he drops his attention to the pile of scrolls he had previously opened and left to the side once he was done. He picks through them for a moment before he finds the one he wants, and then he offers it to you. His eyes meet your own expectantly, giving just a wave of the perfectly folded paper when you return his gaze with a silent question. 

“Take it, and read it.” He prompts you again, and it has you getting up from your perch at the window. Your feet are quiet on the tatami mats, your hands curling into the material of your kimono to ensure you didn’t trip over the excessively long material—you wanted to ask Uraume if they knew where you could get it tailored to fit.

Once in the presence of Sukuna, you feel your stomach flutter and your heart tighten. His aura alone was overwhelming, even if you were of the same ilk as he was now. Your blood was as dark and tainted as his. You pluck the scroll from his fingers, and he drops his hand back into his lap where he adjusts his position so he can lounge whilst watching you read through the scroll. 

The paper is smooth against your fingers, not rough like you’d expect if it were a letter from someone of low standing. That revelation alone has your heart beating just a little faster; the person who sent this was someone of power in Japan, even if they were a minor lord. 

You skim quickly over the introduction, confirming your suspicions that this is a lord. But not just any; a Daimyo, a feudal lord who had worked under your father and later your uncle. Immediately, you feel the palms of your hands grow sweaty with anticipation as to what he could have to say. It’s not addressed to Sukuna, or anyone in particular, which meant that it was an announcement.

‘Following the death of the Shogun, Jien Zen’in, it has come to the decision that we are to be in a period of time where a Shogun does not rule us. Instead, I and the other Daimyo of the surrounding provinces will form a council. The Emperor has approved of this notion.’

“A council?” You frown at the words before you, re-reading the neatly painted letters before you flick your gaze up to Sukuna. “But a council won’t work. My father tried to gather the Lords, but they refused to work together, they–”

“You’ll find people are very easy to persuade for the right price.” Sukuna takes the scroll back from you when you hand it in his direction, just for it to be dropped on the pile. “But it isn’t their unwillingness to work together that should worry you.”

Your eyebrows come together in thought. Sukuna’s right. These men were nothing but greedy lordlings, men who had been promoted from their rank as Samurai to be lavished in riches and falsely placed power. They were never truly in power, just as the Shogun had never had true control. It was—

“The Emperor.” You breathe the words, and Sukuna nods once. “He has control of the most influential people in the country, his hand in every pot. He’s going to continue on his crusade to kill anyone who opposes him, whilst killing the non-sorcerers.” 

Sukuna scoffs, a disbelieving sound when he leans back on two hands. It exposes his chest completely, and the mouth at his stomach is in a deep frown too. “It’s just a very long-winded plan to get to me, and now you. Weed out the weak until they offer us up on a platter.” 

Your mind races. The Emperor was going to wipe out a portion of the country, only to restrict those with the power to overthrow a tyrant. It was barbaric, almost impossible to believe but you’d seen what he had ordered of the past Shogun—of your father. He had convinced a man to kill his own daughter. You couldn’t stop the growing anxiety in your stomach, such a foreign feeling after you’d been in the arms of Sukuna for so long. 

The tips of your fingers feel like ice, and the strum of your pulse in your throat tightens with each passing second. You were being backed into a corner, forced to act. The Emperor was a smart man, he knew how to play the game better than most. He blindsided you every moment he could and always remained unscathed. It was infuriating. 

There were only a few limited ways to stop him, to put an end to everything. 

The first, and most obvious, would be to kill him — but it would never be that simple, Kenjaku had told you of the people the Emperor surrounded himself with. He’s too well protected, it’d end in failure. The second option would be to offer yourself up to stop the mass killing that would be taking place, and immediately you shut that idea down. No, you would not go out like that. 

And third…

“I’ll do it.” You drop your hands to your sides, glancing at Sukuna who tilts his head in return with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll become the next Shogun.”

And finally, Sukuna breaks into his praising grin. “Very good.”

You open your mouth to speak more but a knock on the shoji door has you turning your attention there instead. It slides open at Sukuna’s approval, the aforementioned man placing down whatever he was reading to glance towards Uraume who is kneeling at the entryway with their head bowed low. 

“Dinner, my Lord, my Lady.” Uraume addresses you both with a nod of their head, glancing up when Sukuna huffs—a sign that he’s accepting the meal, and Uraume enters his room. Uraume slides the large tray into the room, before sliding along their knees to sharply close the door behind them and get to preparing food for the both of you.

You watch quietly as they do their job, setting up individual dishes and heated pots of food that are covered with a lid. You can smell it as clear as day, that meaty scent. Human flesh. Once upon a time, it would’ve made you feel ill at the idea of eating it, but now you can feel the saliva building on your tongue. You were ravenous. 

“For you.” Uraume bows deeply, before offering up a cold large china dish. It has a lid on top, and your eyebrows raise quickly with a smile growing on your face. Just what you wanted. 

“Thank you, Uraume. You did a wonderful job.” You smile down at them when they bow again at your thanks, turning to do the same to Sukuna before abruptly leaving the room. You can only watch the frost that grows on the frame before it vanishes too. 

“You flustered Uraume, well done.” Sukuna chuckles, watching you from his spot across the room before you decide to approach. “It takes a lot to do that to someone so cold.”

“I’ll have to apologise.” You smile sheepishly, you hadn’t wanted to fluster the monk into fleeing the room but you had meant your praise; Uraume always went above and beyond in preparing meals. They were delicious.

Sukuna watches you as you kneel on the floor next to him, placing the china dish to one side and conveniently out of his grasp. You settle down with a content smile on your face, head tilting as you glance up at Sukuna to see him already glancing over the food before taking his pick of what he wants.

You follow after he starts, taking a small bowl of rice and a thinly sliced strip of meat. It smelled beautiful, bathed in herbs and spices that you weren’t too sure of. The meal is quiet, the both of you enjoying something that you had killed—Yorozu. Her flesh makes great food, the richness of it and its low amount of fat was a bonus. 

“When we find our way to Hida, what should we expect upon our arrival?” You speak eventually, setting down your empty bowls in favour of the warm sake cup. You cradle it in two hands whilst you observe Sukuna finishing off the heftier chunks of meat.

“A look people often point my way; disgust, and horror. But they’ll appease us regardless. They’ll bow, they’ll give their pleasantries—all because it’s demanded of them.” Sukuna comments plainly, a distaste for his words. “The Lord that will be welcoming us is old. No doubt he’ll find a way to humiliate us, one way or another.”

Your nose crinkles at the thought, before you take a short sip of your sake. You still didn’t want to go to Hida, it was an opening for anyone to strike. And if they did strike, you’d be forced to act and potentially play directly into the awaiting palm of the Emperor. 

“I’m sure we’ll have the chance to return the favour.” You smile, turning your attention downwards to the awaiting cold white dish at your side. You take it in both hands, twisting in your seat next to Sukuna until you are facing him sideways. 

His head turns in interest when you present the china bowl to him. “And what’s this?” 

“A gift. Open it.” You bow your head with a knowing smile on your face, and Sukuna matches it easily. 

His fingers move to the top of the lid, carefully bringing away the fine china to show what was inside the bowl. His smile blossoms into a grin, two eyes darting towards you when you huff out an amused sound from your nose. 

“Do you like it?” You grin wolfishly too now, looking up at the man as he grabs a hold of what was inside of the dish. “It’s Yorozu’s.” 

“You’re a cruel woman. Did you know that?” Sukuna laughs, fingers squeezing around the heart in his hand—not enough to crush it, but enough to have blood curling around his fingers. “Is this payback for what I did to your husband?”

“Not at all,” you shake your head, you’d never get revenge for him doing you a favour; even if you didn’t see it as such at first. “It’s a reminder that no one will ever come between us.” 

Your words have an immediate effect on Sukuna, his eyes all focus on your face and you can see the devotion in every single one. You shuffle a little closer, your knees pressed into his thigh and you tilt your head to look at the heart in his hand before a smile as gentle as first snow spreads on your face.

“Eat it.” Sukuna raises an eyebrow at the command before moving the heart lower, however, you grab his forearm. “No, with your mouth.” 

His nostrils flare in amusement before he brings the heart up to his face, you can only watch in a daze when his mouth opens to show sharp teeth and then he clamps down on the muscle. You can hear the muscle rip and tear easily, not nearly as difficult as when you had been forced to eat your husband's heart. But of course, this wasn’t Sukuna’s first heart.

He takes another bite, a larger one that has blood spilling down along his chin and smearing across his cheeks. All the while, his eyes don’t leave your own. No doubt he can see the excitement that blossoms in your chest at the fact he was eating Yorozu’s heart; the heart that had tried so valiantly to love a man who was unloveable. 

Sukuna finishes it much easier, and quicker than you did. His hands are bloodied but he swoops down to grab at your face regardless, his fingers sink into your flesh and he pulls you up so you can smell the copper on his face. He grins at you, a mean grin that’s laced with arousal. 

“A cruel woman who holds my own heart in her very hands, would you make me eat that too?” His words are a whisper against your lips, his forehead pressing against your own harshly. 

“Never. It belongs to me.” Your own voice is hushed, and Sukuna’s smile grows again. Your fingers press against his chest, digging into the muscle that protects him from you. “Just as mine belongs to you.”

He closes the gap quickly, his lips harsh and wet. He kisses you with a tinge of violence, a consumption that has you desperately trying to keep up. Your tongue laps at the blood on his, sweeping across his lips when you suck a lip into his mouth. He groans, breaking apart the kiss before he grins. “Good.”

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[kawowoa]

how to (not) get the guy you want!

step eight ; stay calm! or not either way just be yourself

cw - death jokes

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two uploads in the same week bc i’m feeling nice n generous

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[doumadono]

Happy 5k celebration! A cup of raspberry ice creams topped with whipped cream and maple syrup for me - Sukuna who has a massive degradation kink

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), degradation, rough smut

A/N: thank you so much for your support, dear Nonnie; it really means the world to me

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You were an ordinary woman, living in a small village in the middle of nowhere. Your fellow villagers believed in an ancient creature powerful enough to grant them long life. Year after year, they would select a young woman to sacrifice to appease the deity. Unfortunately, this year, it was your turn.

You were frightened as they led you to the old temple, dressed in a white dress — a symbol of your purity and innocence.

The place appeared deserted, but as soon as the heavy wooden door closed behind the last person leaving, a chuckle echoed through the air. It was a dark, deep sound, much like the rumble of an approaching storm. Suddenly, from out of the pure darkness, a tall, muscular figure emerged.

"Kneel," Sukuna commanded, his voice echoing off the temple walls.

You obeyed, your heart pounding in your chest as you knelt before him without giving his command a second thought.

Sukuna stood in front of you, his cock hardening in his pants as he watched you submit so willingly to him. He reached out, gripping your chin firmly and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You exist to serve me, Y/N," he growled, his eyes burning with desire. "Nothing more. You're just a flesh that was made for me to use."

You nodded, your breath hitching as you felt a thrill run down your spine.

Sukuna released your chin, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, hard cock. "Now, be a good little minion and suck it," he ordered, thrusting his hips forward.

You didn't hesitate, wrapping your lips around his cock and taking him into your warm mouth.

Ryomen groaned, his hands tangling in your Y/H/C hair as he guided your head, making you take him deeper. "That's it, Y/N," he grunted, his hips moving in a rhythmic motion as he fucked your mouth. "You're such a good little slut."

You moaned around his cock, your eyes fluttering closed as you savored the taste of his salty precum, your warm tears stained your rosy cheeks. You could feel yourself getting wet, even though you shouldn't; your pussy already throbbing with need at the slightest thought of his massive shaft being stuffed in your tiny hole. You stopped thinking straight.

Sukuna pulled out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. He pushed you down onto the mat, spreading you legs wide nonchalantly. He quickly pulled up the hem of your dress, prompting you to raise your arms so he could remove the fabric. He then knelt between your thighs, his fingers tracing the wetness on your clothed pussy.

You whimpered, your hips bucking up against the heel of his hand. "My lord," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek before moving down to your exposed neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He then moved his hand lower, cupping your breast, his thumb brushing against your perky nipple.

You let out a soft gasp, your eyes fluttering closed. It all felt good, so so good.

Sukuna smirked, tearing your panties apart with one swift motion. Slowly, with an agonizing pace, he lowered his head and ran his tongue over your clit. He licked you, his tongue exploring your slick folds, his hands holding your hips steady, pinning them to the mat. He then inserted a finger into your core, his thumb rubbing your clit.

You cried out, your fingers gripping the mat as waves of pleasure washed over your body.

Sukuna licked and sucked on your delicate clit, his fingers sliding into your pussy, making you moan louder, just for him. He could feel you tightening around his fingers, your body trembling as you neared your peak. But he didn't let you come, pulling away just as you were about to experience your very first climax. "Not yet, little whore," he taunted, his cock throbbing in his pants as he watched you writhe in frustration. "You don't get to come until I say so. Look at yourself. Pathetic! So inexperienced yet letting me fuck your needy hole raw."

Your cheeks were flushed as you whimpered, nodding slowly. "M-Master…"

Sukuna smirked, opening his pants and pulling his massive member out, aligning the huge, mushroom tip with your entrance and thrusting into you in one swift motion, not giving you time to adjust whatsoever. "Yeah, that's it, dirty whore. That's it. Sucking all of my cock in already, well, well. Such a needy brat. Such a dirty harlot."

You cried out, your nails digging into his forearms placed on the both sides of your head as he filled you completely, bottoming up in your tight pussy. The searing pain consumed your thoughts, and tears streamed down your cheeks as you panted quietly, trying to relax in hopes of easing the pain.

Sukuna groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "Your pussy feels so good, little minion. That's all you were made for. To be fucked stupid. To be used by me. You're nothing but a fucking piece of meat I can do whatever I want with, you little harlot."

You whimpered, parting your legs wider.

Sukuna's thrusts became harder, faster, primal. His cock hitting that sweet, spongy spot inside you that made you see all white. He began to increase his pace, his cock sliding in and out of your slick pussy. He fucked you rough and hard, his hips slamming into yours, your bodies slick with sweat.

You could feel a tight knot building within your tummy, your body trembling as pleasing warmth started to spread all of your being.

"Come for me, little bitch," Sukuna growled, his fingers digging into your hips as he slammed into you. Sukuna groaned, his pace quickening. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He grabbed your hips, raising them up from the mat and pulling you closer, his cock going deeper into your pussy at the new angle. "Open you mouth."

You were a moaning mess beneath him, and you didn't comply right away, so Ryomen simply slapped your cheek.

"Open your useless mouth!"

You complied, opening your mouth.

Sukuna leaned in close, spitting a glob of his saliva directly into your mouth. "Now, swallow," he commanded.

You screamed, complying; your body convulsing as you came hard around his cock, your velvety walls spasming rhythmically around the monstrous shaft stuffed in you.

Sukuna followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled you with a thick ropes of his cum.

The temple was silent, save your heavy breathing.

Sukuna pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your abused pussy. "Clean it up, mortal," he ordered, his voice still laced with authority as he pointed to his cock that stood proud still.

You obeyed, moving to position yourself between his legs and taking his softening cock into your mouth. You sucked and licked him clean, your eyes locked on his.

Sukuna yanked your head away by your hair, glancing down at your used form with a smirk. "I think this year's offering is the best these pathetic men have ever given me."

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[devotekuna]

Dad!Sukuna (True form) headcanons/drabbles

♡˗Sukuna's daughter would adore him so much that she'd say the words 'dada' before anything else, as soon as she sees that its the words for her father to come and give her attention, she's saying it every second. Much to yours and his annoyance.

☆The second she sees her father's marks, she's already copying them down on herself, being it with permanent marker or your lipstick. She'd proudly show it, receiving a little grin from him.

☆Suki would try to match his outfits, but there wasn't much to match other than a pair of white pants which rotated everyday. Once she found herself searching in his closet for other clothes, no shirts in sight.

☆Suki definitely tries to catch an animal for his dinner, so she could at least get some recognition, ends up catching a fish from one of the streams, it wasn't very big but definitely slimy as she had to jump in the water to get it.

☆Sukuna actually enjoyed the fish, even if it was really small compared to his normal servings, but he couldn't blame her as at least she tried.

☆Suki definitely tries to help uraume in the kitchen, if she was allowed of course. She enjoyed cutting up the food as it was like her dad's technique. Sometimes if Sukuna passed by he'd help cut up her food with his technique.

☆He 100% dresses up Suki like him, then starts ranting about he was an unwanted child or his past. Much to your annoyance but his offspring couldn't help but sit and listen.

☆Swats Suki's hand away from his mouth as she kept coving them thinking that he could talk out of his mouth stomach.

☆Hes brought back grade 4 curses in hopes that Suki would kill them and prove her strength despite just being a few years old. But he'd always stay close to her to make sure she doesn't die or get injured.

☆He makes sure that the curses don't look too scary but enough to make her jump, as he enjoys seeing people scared.

☆He was actually really shocked when Suki crawled to him before you, thinking that most people were scared of him due to his physique.

☆He definitely throws soft toys at her, and then use his cursed technique on them so they don't hit her. He used that before when something was falling towards her and he saved her from getting an injury.

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[mononijikayu]

ashes of love — ryomen sukuna.

there was never one more devout to anyone than ryomen sukuna was to ryomen hiromi. he obeyed no one than his lady. before he was a king, he was devout follower. he had at one point had a goddess to worship.

GENRE: Heian Era to Cursed Womb Arc, 2018;

WARNING/s: Alternate Universe ─ Canon Divergence, Romance, Emotional Hurt, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Domesticity, Friends to Lovers, Character Death, Grief, Mention of Depression, Mention of Mourning, Depiction of Physical Touch, Depiction of Mental Anguish, Depiction of Violence, Depiction of Death, Depiction of Harm, Heavy Angst, Heavy Pining;

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note: this is a side story to us and them, which i am working on and will publish again soon~ i have to edit it too!!! despite the fact that our main character is now given a name, i'll be using the terms you, she/her and hiromi's name to try and tell the story as a little bit more flexibly~ posting this and coming back with the upcoming chapter next weekend!!! thank you~

Records and History of the Ryomen Clan

Sensitive Information

Only For The Eyes of the Descendants of Hiromi;

両面 of Hida Province

household of ryomen isamu

: ̗̀➛ his lady wife, fujiwara akiko

: ̗̀➛ his daughter and heir, ryomen hiromi

: ̗̀➛ his brother, ryomen hiramu

: ̗̀➛ adopted son of hiramu, ryomen sukuna

there is no certainty of who ryomen sukuna was before he met lady hiromi. but it was certain that he had found a purpose to live in that moment

You reached out your hand to his.

His eyes blinked.

You smiled at him tenderly.

"Are you alright, young one?"

In that fleeting moment, the boy found himself captivated by the tender lady's presence. You seemed to radiate an ethereal aura, your every essence imbued with a sense of otherworldly beauty. The soft glow of the lanterns bathed your features in a warm, gentle light, casting an enchanting halo around your form.

And then there were your eyes—pools of warmth and compassion that drew him in, their depths revealing a wellspring of kindness and understanding. In those moments when your gazes met, he felt as though you could see straight through him, peering into the depths of his soul with an unwavering sense of empathy.

It was a moment suspended in time, a fleeting encounter that left an indelible mark on his heart. In that moment, long before he knew Hiromi's name, he saw not just someone above him, but a guiding light—a beacon of hope in his world shrouded in darkness. And as he reached out to take your hand, he knew that this chance meeting would forever alter the course of his destiny.

"What's your name?"

He did not reply.

You smiled wider at him.

"It's okay if you have no name."

He looks up to you, eyes widened.

"I'll give you one."

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[ryo-sukuna]

grrr you’re sooo hot like pls sir fuck me into the mattress until i cannot walk like i will literally do anything to be fucked like that like drooling at your biceps and abs

Absolutely Vile, Beg for it harder

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[d3wdropz]

help me with ideas

i'm writing the sukuna fluff hcs and i need some help

my plan is that sukuna didn't go to college, maybe even didn't finish high school to help with yuji

so his career would need little training but should be a little outlandish and exciting for a person like sukuna

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