Sukuna's Pretty little wife who always makes him late to everything and needs way too much attention.
𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘂𝗽 #𝟭: 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗥!
Time: 11:46 am Location: The Royal Closet
Ryomen Sukuna's closet was a mess.
Layers of pink scattered across the floor, Kushi combs laid atop them as if they had been thrown out of rage, and Kanzashi hairpins on the floor next to the shelves seemingly fallen from some sort of shaking.
Then in the middle of it all sat you. Sukuna's gorgeous wife in tears at her vanity. For a moment he was going to dismiss you but clearly this was one of your larger scale tantrums. "We're late wife. The banquet began at 11—"
Hearing the sound of his footsteps you looked at him through the mirror— but goodness did that just make it worse tears rushed to your eyes and before he could even ask— "I have nothing to wear to the Hanami banquet! It doesn't matter if it started an hour ago if I have nothing to wear! Have them put it on hold. Everyone who is already here must wait."
"My Wife it is just a spring viewing ceremony, all of your robes are pink some embroidered with lotuses and Cherry Blossoms. How do you have nothing to wear?" Sukuna looked around with curiosity already thinking about sending for Uraume so that you could get more silks.
You turned around looking at him as if he had grown another head to go along with his two sets of arms. "No 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. its not that simple. My dresses DO match. That's what makes it so last season. I will blend in, ill be just another lotus! AGH! I need new silks!"
Tears swell in your eyes but Uraume is already walking in with robes of red, black, and a beautiful ombre of sunset orange to raspberry pink.
"Oh! Uraume yes!"
As the robes are set down you give Uraume a hug quickly moving from your chair.
Sukuna lets out a grunt of displeasure. "Yes he's got you your silks." He pulls you off of Uraume and moves to help you dress.
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Now sitting beside you under the Cherry Blossoms I guess he does find that you are quite lovely in that shade of pink and orange. But he'd never tell you and it means nothing because to him you'd look great in anything you wear.
𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘂𝗽 #𝟮: 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘!
Time: 9:48 am Location: Main Hall
Now it wasn't unusual for you to sit on the arm of Sukuna's throne as he attended to whatever duties you didn't really try to understand—usually talking his ear off about some sort of beauty product. But right now he was acting as if you weren't even there!
It's the time of year again where the "mortals" come to bring thier offerings so Sukuna doesn't ravage thier villages stripping them of all of thier goods. But honestly you just weren't having that.
"So as I was saying husband, I think we should really find me a lady in waiting that's specifically really good at doing my hair because—" You look up at him stopping your sentence realizing he's more focused on the villagers who bring in fish, fruits, and silks.
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"Are you even listening to me?!" You poke his bicep
"Mhm..Yes wife."
"Really? Then can I buy 1000 new sets of silks?"
"Yes of course.."
You look a bit confused but not buying that he's actually listening yet. "Do you want to have 27 kids?"
"Sure.."
THWACK
"Sukuna I know you aren't listening because I just asked for 27 kids?!" Sukuna turns his head to you finally looking at you. "Okay what do you want brat? I'm busy as you can see." He grabs your calf softly brushing his thumb against your skin. A stark contrast to his rough tone.
"Yea but you know I don't understand any of this stuff..." A soft pout forming on your lips.
"How do you think Uraume gets the food to make your meals or the silks that you request??" He traces over your lip wanting your expression to go away.
"I dunno..."
"Well this is how, so can you sit still for ten more minutes for me my love?"
Time: 9:23 pm Location: The bedroom
He pulls you down into his lap straightening out your robes and listening to whatever else you had to say and maybe he could consider that lady in waiting for you.
𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘂𝗽 #𝟯: 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗦!
Its was getting late and you were doing your nightly "Billion step routine" as Sukuna called it. You just finished washing your face as you came out the bathroom. Nights like this were quiet in the comfortable sense.
You liked to observe Sukuna at these times, it was really some of the only times that he really let his guard down. No guests, no servants, just you and him.
"Sukuna...your lashes they're so long..."
"Yes well i need them to keep debris out of my eye."
"Mwah, mwah, mwah. You look so cute I don't see why you don't wanna look ugly with me!" You take both of your facemasks off after the 20 minute mark. Then routinely as usual, before bed you cup Sukunas face and give him a soft kiss— your lips pressing against his sweetly. Adding another sweet memory to the rest of your lives.
A few moments of silence pass between you both. With you shamelessly staring at him.
"What is it? The answer is most likely no but just tell me."
"Can I...put a clay mask on you?" You crawl into bed turning your bedside mirror to face you and opening your jar of clay starting to apply it to your face.
"No you may not."
As you finish putting on your mask you turn to him your signature pout and teary eyes begging him to do it. "Please Sukuna...I wont ask for any more dresses this week!!" He stares at you for a few moments.
"You look ridiculous with that mask on. Fine. Be quick."
You practically jump with joy grabbing your tub of clay and sitting in his lap. His lower set of arms rest around your waist as you straddle his. You slowly put on the face mask account for whatever is going on, on the left side of his face.
Giggles come from you as you finish. "Wow I guess you really do look silly.."
He scowls at you swatting your hands from his face. "Get this stuff off me"
"awww why we can look ugly together!"
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a/n: I think reader is a bit more bratty than bimbo but in my head you can't really have one trait without the other so, sorry. I also really like feedback so tell me how I can improve! I also lowkey got lazy toward the end..
Credits-
Inspo: @heartkaji
Dividers: @chateaubarnes
@enchanthings
I wish I made money from writing because I dont have a job so I have to keep applying and looking for a job. But then i cant sit and write about cowgirl sevika all day. I wish tumblr worked like tiktok.
ExWife!Ambessa who still sends you flowers on every occasion no matter where she is. If shes in town she may even bring them straight to your door in an attempt to smooth talk her way into your bed.
ExWife!Ambessa who keeps tabs on you without you even knowing. Seeing if you loose too much weight, making sure you aren’t gaining too much so that you are unhealthy though. You still being at the text book definition of “obese” but she preferred the term “well-loved”.
ExWife!Ambessa who leaves dresses, gifts, and groceries at your doorstep but sometimes gets nervous you’ll open it when she is dropping them off. Sure you’ve told her it’s over multiple times but she still loves you.
ExWife!Ambessa Who freezes when you open the door and see her. After all she still was just a girl hopelessly in love. Not that any of her soldiers needed to know that.
ExWife!Ambessa who you let in despite knowing that the night would end in possible heart break and goodbyes.
ExWife!Ambessa Who brings a 5 course meal for you both, premium wine, and offers you a massage. Before you could say no and send her away she pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Different from the commanding roughs ones she had given before the divorce.
ExWife!Ambessa who guides you to bed and soothes your mind about any recent weight gain, shaving, or any body maintenance you may not have done recently. She knew anyways.
ExWife!Ambessa Who you let one thing lead to another with her and you ended up locked over her face. Undressed in bed, your pussy juices dripping down her chin, thighs shaking uncontrollably, the air in the room hot and heavy, and almost as heavy as her arms around your thighs and waist. Anchoring you to her face so you cant run, though you try to push at her head as the overstimulation gets to you.
ExWife!Ambessa who you let stay all night because you dont want her to have to walk home in the dark.
ExWife!Ambessa who you get back with after 5 months because you really miss her
Cowgirl!Sevika headcannons. For context she does barrel riding.
Cowgirl!Sevika who uses you as a pre-preformance ritual. Before she goes out she kisses your forehead, then your nose, your right cheek, right ear, and lips. Why not let left side? She wont tell you. But she had two rituals depending on what she's doing. before she races she does kisses. When having to do interviews after he wins she hugs you tight and kisses both your hands then squeezes your hands. She never told you why but it was always your favorite part of every race.
Cowgirl!Sevika who's horse has a lovely white coat and her name is sugar, while she calls you her chocolate (maybe hot chocolate from time to time as a joke.) When she sees you in the stables tending to yall's horses so that he day is easier she shoots out her dumb "thank you jokes." She walks into the stables seeing you brushing sugar. "well if it isn't my favorite combination...sugar with my hot chocolate." She walks up behind you her strong arm wrapped around your waist and her mechanical one turning your head for a kiss. Slow, deep, passionate. "Sweet how I like it.."
Cowgirl!Sevika who never lets you do yard work. She knows you love to play and care for the horses but you never need to do "chores". You tried once, just wanted to attempt to mow the lawn since it was a little high. But you didn't wanna bother her with it since one of the horses were sick and she had been tending to them all week. The moment you turned on the lawnmower her head popped of the barn before she stomped toward you. She turned it off before you could push it. "what are you doing? Why are you doing this? lets get you back inside sweetheart.." she shoots questions at you rapid fire and next thing you know you're up in her arms being hauled back into the house and into bed.
I think im kinda improving guys, i like headcannons i just need more ideas...
This is lowkey my first post and I’m making it because I really wanted more of sukuna and is crazy gf.
Sukuna with a crazy gf who places things down around their apartment and then forget where she put them. She accuses him of moving it and “fucking around with her stuff again”. So she makes him sleep on the couch till she finds whatever she lost in the kitchen drawer.
I move around the kitchen as I make dinner for the first time in a while. Sukuna and I had been ordering takeout all week because he complained and refused to do the dishes. He didn’t complain anymore after I hid his keys. I was making chicken piccata one of my favorites, between all the homemade pasta and lemon sauce I lost my glasses and now couldn’t see the recipe. Sukuna had been sitting on the couch the whole time sure but he had gotten up to get water and im sue he walked past the counter I was folding the pasta. Which was when I had took my glasses off while kneeling the dough. I check the counter and my glasses are nowhere to be found.
“Sukuna where are my glasses?” Before he could even answer from the couch I cut him off, “See you always do this! You always touch my shit and move it around! I can never find anything in this house you’re so fucking annoying. Don’t even respond I know you didn’t something with them and probably dont even know where they are now.” I roll my eyes and go back to cooking. Sukuna sits there silent but not surprised He rolls his eyes and goes back to watching football. “I didn’t move your glasses they are probably on your head” I Look back at him appalled that he even spoke back, “Well they arent on my fucking head dumbass. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight since you didn’t even think to get up and help me find them. Now you can watch your stupid football all night, alone.” I threw a spatula across the room at him, unfortunately I missed unable to see without my glasses. Sukuna had flinched but didn’t retaliate, just a quite mumble under his breath “What is wrong with you women..?”
Later that night after I ate, showered and did my skincare I went back into the kitchen passing Sukuna on the couch to go get a pen out the junk drawer for do my nightly journalism that my therapist suggested for my…”issues”. I see something round and clearly. I pick it up and it’s my glasses. “Oh baby I found them! Why the hell did you put them in the drawer?!” I forgot that I had put them in there so that they wouldn’t get found on them This time I threw a pen at sukuna in frustration before storming off to bed.
It was late now, I had finished my journaling (not that it was helping) and it was around 11 pm. I was half asleep before I felt the bed dip. Sukuna. I knew it was him but I was too tired to care I felt him hold me from behind. “You have such an attitude..” He kissed my neck before we both fell asleep.
Thank you so much for reading, I do want to write more so please tell me on how I can improve! (I felt like it was too much of the readers perspective and I should have changed it up.) I do read a lot of of fanfics I just need to learn how to apply it to my writing. I think I could have mak=de her crazier but I didn’t know what to do. And I lowkey hope @yenayaps doesn’t like outcast me if she thinks it’s bad.
I take requests btw!! I’m still learning to please be patient.
I wrote this a while ago but private it, it was one of my first fics, I may write a part 2 if it is well liked🥰
Stadium lights, cheers, whistles, cowbells, and the voices from the announcer stands. The rodeo booming with energy and the stands full even with the intense heat wave going on in the top of Texas. People flowing in, out and all around the fair ground the buzz exciting everyone. Going from event to event of bull riding, calf - riding, mounted shooting, and even your famous event. Barrel racing.
Sevika was among the crowd having just competed in her own event, tie-down roping. She was damn good at it too, considering that she spent her days moving heards of cattle through the hills while the sun was glaring down on her. She’d been riding as soon as she could walk that space between a horses ears being a familiar view. Now she was leaning up against the fence watching as the barrel racers warmed up their horses, the energy enough to get the audience buzzing.
Now there’s you. She watches you trot past the rail, your horse snorting as you gently spurred them forward. Sevika watched as you joined a group of riders in the chute, heading into the pen to wait. As you left she could hear a few people near her mumbling “Buckle bunny”. — You know, the girls who show up looking all pretty, wanting to score some with some cowboys that already had a few wins under their belt. But you were far from it.
Sevika watches as a few different riders did their runs, most barrels being knocked over by the rider or the horse. Then there’s you. You were up behind the gate, your horse sugar getting antsy. When the gates open you shot out of the shoot a could have dust behind you. Your braids flew as you tore around the arena, ribbons hanging from the ends of your braids. With determination on your face you blow straight through the pattern like it walk a walk. Taking the win home with 16.3 seconds you definitely initly weren’t a “buckle bunny” you knew how to ride that horse like it was your life line.
As you left the arena and took your horse to the stables Sevika comes up to you. “Lovely show out there” she says coming up behind you. “Thanks honey” you responded cautiously. Sevika chuckles at you response her gaze focused on you. “You definitely aren’t a buckle bunny…” She says with a smirk, though this time it wasn’t her usual cocky one, this time she was impressed. “What’s your name sweetheart?” She looks you up and down. “It’s y/n” You respond turning away from your horse and fully looking at her. “Whats your name…miss..??”. You look at her confused. “It’s Sevika darlin’.” She steps closer to you moving to softly pet your horse. “What’s her name?” She looks up at your horse and then back down at you, her eyes moving over your figure. “Her names sugar, cause she’s always been sweet to me.” You look at Sevika, an unfamiliar glint in her eyes as she looks at you. “She has a sweet name just like her owner. Think I can take you out for drinks some time??” She asked you as her hand comes down from your horse and takes yours, pressing your knuckles to her lips. A blush traveling across your cheeks as you look at her in shock. You’d never have a woman this bold talk to you likes this. “Um yeah im not doing anything later…I can leave sugar here if you wanna go to a bar or something…” She slowly lets your hand down moving to the side of you. A soft pressure on your lower back as she starts to lead you out the stables. “Let’s go then sweetheart” You walk hesitantly unsure if she was going to actually take you shomewhere or kidnap you. You had already had your fair share of men trying to take you places for their own personal reasons and did want this to be another one…For some reason though this felt different as she led you to her pickup truck and opened the door for you. “After you babygirl” She helps you up into the tall truck. “Oh thank you!” You respond cheerily slowly warming up to her as she shuts the door once you’re all the way inside. The drive wasn’t too long to the diner with country music playing in the background.
Once you guys get to the small diner she helps you out. Only a few cars were around and it was a bit empty as you both walked inside. She lead you to a booth sitting on one side as you sat on the other grabbing a menu from the side cart and looking at it, you doing the same. “So where ya’ from buttercup? Cause I’ve never heard that accent around here.” She looks at you taking in your features. “Southern Texas…been movin since a hurricane came through my town, tore up my ranch.” She looks at you sympathetically. “Well thats awful sweetheart..but you got that pretty accent that could make anybody crazy. How come no men ain’t come swoop you off your feet yet??” She questions, one of her knees bumping yours under the table. Before you could answer a waitress comes up to you both. “What would you lady’s like today? Our special today is our brisket!” Sevika looks at you waiting for you to order. “Actually can I have sweet tea with the pork ribs with Mac n cheese and no coleslaw please.” The waiter nods looking over to sevika. “Ill have the same thing just make it double..” Soon the waiter leaves bringing back the sweet tea and going back to the kitchen. “So where are you from miss Sevika..?” You say getting a bit more comfortable and comfortable with the atmosphere. “Born and raised here in Oklahoma baby, In the middle of nowhere” She said with her sweet country accent becoming more prominent. You check her out looking at her, she really does look like she’s from here with the black cow boy hat, black jeans, white and grey flannel, and her big brown belt the the bright gold buckle.
Soon the atmosphere mellows out and your food comes. Conversation gets easier and more comfortable. After a nice meal and talk she learns that you don’t really have anywhere to stay yet except for the raggedy motel down the street. So she offers up her place and sugar can stay in her stables. You guys go to her place and you get sugar comfortable before going inside. You get inside and see her flannel off hair messy and and belt undone. One thing leads to another and now you’re in her bed all night.
