DiaGoddessofLuck

just tryna survive- 20y/o many fandoms Yona/Zelda defender 💚🩵 Ganondorf Apologist 🤭

[diamondlight301]

Fuck it, dumping all my Zelda OC information all in this doc- (Since apparently it wont let me send the text in a long post-) This brainrot has consummed me- and the silly cannot be contained!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/170pgDF8qx_QJ_yAiiP94JNfM1ak0IUZBCTXbpmGcI48/edit?usp=drivesdk

[wayfinderwaymaker]

JJK Men if: your cat hated them

○ Satoru Gojo ○

Satoru had listened to you gush for weeks over your cat, had seen countless pictures by text or from when you'd show him during dates because 'he's such a little angel'. And to be fair, the cat looked adorable. He even bought a little mouse toy for your 'baby' the first time he visited your home, so imagine his surprise when he was greeted not by purring and headbutting, but with a hissing feline arching his back and staring in distrust. It didn't change when he switched to his blindfold to cover his eyes, or again when he looked away. You both sat on the couch to watch a movie, and the second his arm draped around your shoulders, the little kitty jumped to your lap and began hissing and clawing at him, putting distance between you two. "I've no idea what's gotten into him." You remarked as you lifted the cat into your arms, and he glared at Satoru, "Your baby is a brat, you know."

○ Suguru Geto ○

Suguru is a cat person, and enthusiastic when you suggest spending the day at your place. He's heard and seen all about your furry friend, but though he's used to carefully approaching reserved little animals he still gets a claw to the hand when he tries petting her. He tries speaking softly, looking away, giving her distance, but it's all in vain. He still gets nipped at, scratched, and hissed at. Even when he isn't touching you or the cat. She won't even take treats from him, so he reluctantly sits off in an armchair or across the table from where the cat is purring on your lap or feet, band-aids on his hands from the war wounds she inflicted. When she finally leaves, he sighs in relief that the feline mama's girl has left at last. "Maybe we ought to give her some space, next time."

○ Kento Nanami ○

Nanami isn't much for animals, but he's never had trouble getting a cat or dog to warm up to him, with much effort. In fact, your cat seemed very much like he'd be the same, simply watching from the side as you welcomed Kento in and showed him to your couch. The sweet facade ended the moment you stepped out to fetch drinks, though, and he soon found himself scratched up his arm. You looked on in disbelief when you returned. "He scratched you?" You looked down with confusion on your face. And of course, under your gentle hand, the perpetrator accepted gentle scratches and lifted his head for pets. But when you were off to the restroom he stretched and made for Nanami again, who ended up knocking on the door in search of a bandage. "I don't believe he and I get along."

○ Ryomen Sukuna ○

Sukuna doesn't oppose when you move your cat into his home, after hearing so much of her docile, sweet behavior. What he doesn't expect is a little demon from hell that hooks her claws into his flesh when he leans in to kiss you. "What was that for?" You chastised as you moved her away. He glares unimpressed, the feline glares back, her eyes looking the same. And he soon comes to expect it, especially when he approaches you. When you aren't around she stares at him from corners with shocking menace for a thing weighing barely ten pounds. "Consider yourself lucky that she loves you, beast. Otherwise I'd have you catching cellar mice." He mutters in the direction of her displeased eyes.

[kiisc0ld]

brat! reader demanding boyfriend 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 to hold her hand while he carries all the bags

your hands feel weird. empty, you note suddenly.

then you look at your boyfriend walking just 2 steps ahead of you. both of his hands full of shopping bags and grocery packets.

it must be heavy. it is heavy. that's why sukuna is carrying them and not you. you give a sigh of appreciation as your eyes roam over his frame.

tall , dressed in dark shades, muscles pulled taut. quite the head turner. and more than capable of carrying a few bags, you mentally note.

your friends often complained about their partners expecting to split the baggage. half n half and shit that felt so absurd to you that you had obnoxiously bragged about your husband demanding that you 'do not lift a single finger'.

the girls had the audacity to look skeptical.

you pull up the camera app on your phone and click record.

"baby?" you call out, pretending to scroll. the camera records your husband as he half turns his head.

"why aren't you holding my hand?" you demand like a spoiled brat. you catch the faint upward tug of his lips as he turns his head to face forward again.

then he releases his pinky from under his grip on the bags and slightly points it. you let out a happy sound and grab onto it. making a point of zooming in your camera on the view.

then you reverse the camera and film your face.

sukuna often tells you to wipe that smug look off your face. but how can you when you bagged such a hot deal?

so you give your brattiest grin and lean your head against his bicep. the camera doesn't capture his face, he is too tall for that.

sukuna doesn't comment, even as he watches the display. what can he say? he quite likes being shown off by his princess.

[purrtoru]

you could never get tired of admiring your husband heian era!sukuna ♡

most people couldn’t look at him for long.

the moment they caught sight of him, their eyes dart away. some out of fear, or some out of disgust. they believe a creature like him isn’t meant to be looked at.

you think they are all blind.

the evening is quiet, lantern light casting a warm glow across the room. it has become part of your nightly routine before bed, these quiet moments spent with your husband after the day has settled.

sukuna sits against the bed frame, one pair of arms folded while the other rests loosely across his lap.

his crimson eyes follow you as you crawl toward him. you sit down beside him and gently take one of his hands, then another.

his brows rise as he looks at you expectantly.

you compare them, turning them over in your palms. thick fingers, calloused skin, veins running beneath flesh capable of tearing apart crowds.

yet you trace them carefully, as if they are something precious.

“four arms..“ you murmur.

“you say that as if you’ve only just noticed,” he says, clicking his tongue after.

you move closer, inspecting the markings that wind around his skin. your fingertips follow the dark lines traveling over his wrist and shoulders.

“they’re beautiful.”

he looks at you, and you swear there’s a faint blush adoring his cheeks, even though he’s heard you say so many times before.

beautiful? no one has ever used that word for him before you.

you continue before he can respond.

your hand slides to his chest, tracing the markings there as well, and you can feel his gaze burning into you.

then your attention lowers— to the second mouth resting on his stomach. the feature that causes most people to recoil.

you start to lean forward, but sukuna’s eyes narrow. “what are you doing?”

“hm?”

his stomach mouth opens slightly, revealing sharp teeth, just to close again.

you examine it with genuine curiosity— it is quite the most strange part of him, and therefore something you want to understand even more.

without hesitation, you press a small kiss on top of it.

“…why are you looking at me like that?” you ask after coming back up.

for perhaps the first time in centuries, the king of curses looks genuinely caught off guard.

“what was that for?”

you tilt your head, and one of your hands come up to trace his lower lip.

“i do kiss these as well, no?”

a low, strange sound escapes him, a little similar to a low laugh.

you shift your attention upward again, this time toward the smaller eyes beneath his main pair.

you‘ve always found them quite interesting.

carefully, you brush your thumb beneath one. “so you can see from them as well?”

“obviously.”

you continue to examine him shamelessly.

the shape of his face, then the markings crossing his cheeks. the extra eyes.. the sharp angles of his features.

every detail. every part others fear— you love looking at them, love memorizing them.

when you finally look up, sukuna is already looking at you, a little amusement written over his expression.

“what’s so amusing?” you ask.

two of his hands rise, and two large palms settle against your cheeks. the contrast between his size and yours is almost comical.

“just why are you so different?” his thumb brushes across your cheek.

for a moment, neither of you speaks, then you lean forward and kiss one of the markings on his face.

“wouldn’t be here if i was like everyone else, hm?” you reason.

[spookyeomgoose]

The one thing that can take out a monster: Heian Era Sukuna

pairing: heian era! sukuna x gn!reader

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“oi, brat.” a deep, stuffy voice calls from across the room.

“yes?” you hum, as you stand across the room, adjusting your kimono.

you look over at who called you, unable to stop yourself from cracking a smile.

the 6’8, 300 pound monster that you call your husband, was currently lying in your bed like he was dying. he had the flu. a mild case at that.

“why are you leaving? where are you going?” he whines softly.

“to get you tea, my lord.” you reply.

“have one of the servants do it, i need you.”

this time, you audibly snort. he becomes so clingy and whiny when he’s sick.

“don’t laugh at me. i’ll have your head.” he growls weakly.

“oh, will you now?” you smile. “i’ll be back in only a moment.”

“mortal, i am on fire. i command you to not leave me.” he tries to stand up, only falling back into the bed mere moments later.

“stay there.” you say firmly. “i will NOT be coming to lift you up onto the bed if you fall over again.”

he lets out a huff and rolls over, his back to you.

“so dramatic,” you smile, shaking your head. “are you alright to eat? i shall get you some broth as well.”

“…that would be nice.” he whispers.

“i’ll be back in just a few minutes. can you wait that long?”

“i suppose.”

you smile and leave your shared room, walking to the kitchen. it’s quite adorable when he gets like this. this is the only time he relies on you, and he acts like a giant puppy.

you bow to the servants as they help you get tea and broth for sukuna, carefully walk the liquids back to your room.

“sukuna. sit up.” you say gently.

he groans and sits up, slumping against you; acting like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done.

his eyes flutter shut as you kiss his forehead. “I got you some bread as well. I know you’ve not been eating.”

he hums, and begins to let you feed him, completely melted against your side.

“this might be the end for me, petal.” he says quietly.

you roll your eyes and run your hands through his hair. “you, sir, are far too dramatic for your own good.”

he shifts, nuzzling his head against your stomach. “stay with me. don’t leave this room again.”

you can’t help but smile. “who would have thought that a mere illness could bring the king of curses to his knees?”

“hush. now give me affection and take care of me.” he murmurs.

you smile, letting out an amused huff. “as you say, my love.”

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2026, spookyeomgoose

please do not copy or feed into ai!

comment/feedback and reblogs are appreciated 💜💜

[deartokki]

♩ིྀ ࿐ HE AN EATER， HE EAT IT FOR LUNCH！ texting the jjk men whether or not they are proud to be a munch ── ﹙ 18+ ﹚

🪽 ໒꒱ featuring ── gojo satoru ⸝⸝ geto suguru ⸝⸝ nanami kento ⸝⸝ toji fushiguro ⸝⸝ ryomen sukuna ⸝⸝ choso kamo ⸝⸝ hiromi higuruma ⸝⸝ shiu kong

✉️ྀི . . . i rmbr for toji's one i read an smau where he sent an audio imitating how u sound so i was inspired by that — i just dont rmbr who posted it！

© DEARTOKKI

[mrsblaileen]

Sukuna who once inhabited your body as his vessel, who finds you once he’s fully reincarnated in the aftermath of battle just to claim you right over the bloodstained rubble. Dwarfing you with his massive form like an eclipsed sun, he growls between thrusts that knock thoughts and arguments clean from your skull. It’s hissed between bared teeth like law, reverent and absolute - an ownership that leaves no room for debate; “This body, it’s mine. It belongs to me.”

[yversz]

LET ME IN ?

✦ 呪術廻戦 : JJK TEXTPOST . . . what excuses they make to be allowed to come back to your place right after leaving! NOTES : requests open..... + hmu i lowkey want jjk mutuals......... I watched sendai colony today and lowkey cried bc yuta is so beautiful... like wow.

𝒲ho ? toji : gojo : kashimo : yuuji : yuta : sukuna ⓘ no tws : sfw : likely ooc but who gaf

[daffodilfrog]

𖹭 TEXTS WITH OLDER MAN! UNCLE! SUKUNA (MODERN AU)

→ if unckuna has no fans, i am no longer on this planet

→ Reader babysits lil Yūji and Sukuna is always up in their business (they refuse to acknowledge the huge crush they have on him, expect tsundere moments) + Sukuna works as a chef in a luxurious restaurant, is rich, talented AND handsome so he has bragging rights ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

→ Sukuna is in his early 30s, reader is in their early 20s → i'm trying to make most of my x readers gender neutral :)

→ Warning for suggestive content, it is Sukuna after all! Also stalking (not by Sukuna)

(he's low-key down bad but trying to hide it lol)

[lilithkleia]

sukuna doesn’t know what it is like to receive a touch that is gentle.

sukuna has spent his life being a man who lived up to every bit of his reputation—terrifying, horrific, menacing, everything befitting a king. a lord. a curse.

everything he’s been on the receiving end of has been tainted with violence, hatred and malice. he is deserving of every bit of it, he’s sure.

but you, his queen, the lady he’s sure he’s conceived from his feverish nightmares, you touch him as if he was a prize.

you eye him like one would eye diamonds, something precious, not a curse. and that has his heart beating a rhythm dangerously akin to a person in love. but a curse’s heart cannot beat for cause other than violence, now can it?

he has you by his side because it’s convenient. because it’s an advantage—or so he tells himself, as he paces around his chambers in the dead of night, staring at your sleeping form, hoping to get close enough to touch you, but he never does.

but once you get to touch him? your hands are gentle, softer than his own calloused palms, as you glide them across his beastly body, slowly making way to his face.

sukuna feels his eyes well up with a sensation he’s never felt before, while you stood before him, studying him, your arms prodding, prying, your nails grazing his skin before they came up to cup his face.

tracing his jaw while your eyes met his, one of your hands finding their way into his hair, slowly brushing past the knots with the gentleness one would use only with something, someone that was adored.

the way your eyes softened as they met his face, your touch indicating nothing but reverence had his eyes pool with the unfamiliar sensation of tears. they pricked at his eyes shamefully—he was a king. he didn’t, nay, never cried, he never had that privilege bestowed upon him.

but before he could swallow the tears, they slid down his cheeks, meeting your palms that cupped his face oh so tenderly—you didn’t question it. it wasn’t your place. you swiped them away with your thumb, his tears pouring out his four eyes while a pair of his arms held on to your waist.

burying his head in your chest while you slowly pet his head—he should’ve had you killed for that. treating him like a common dog. but with his breath unsteady as he fought off tears that’d never left his eyes before, his heart swelled with an emotion he thought he had never possessed—he was grateful.

as the tears that were shed left behind salt tracks to make their presence known, you lifted his head only to plant the softest kisses against them—the saltiness coating your lips while he looked up at your form like you were a goddess that descended before him.

you held him in your arms like you would a baby—and sukuna held himself close to your heart, listening to the sound of your blood rushing through your veins just to make sure that you were here. that you were really before him, holding his cursed heart in the palm of your hands while you softly sighed against his head.

he would stay here, frozen in time if he could. ryomen sukuna didn’t know what it meant to shed tears, he didn’t know what it meant to have your heart swell merely in the presence of someone. he didn’t know what it meant to be held close to a heart without having to rip it out with his bare hands. but maybe, he’d finally be deserving to have this. to have you.

maybe, he was finally deserving of being held by a pair of arms that didn’t wish to tear him apart.

repost from liliklei :p. i loved this fic. @yoonsucks @yorikae @satorusdreamer @kireampie ok bai.

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[yversz]

GUESS WHO'S ON TINDER !?

✦ 呪術廻戦 : JJK TEXTPOST . . . what happens when you text your bf that you saw someone they know on a dating app ! NOTES : almost finished the manga...... expect more jjk content soon if I actually manage to lock in.

𝒲ho ? kashimo : gojo : choso : yuta : yuuji : toji : sukuna ⓘ no tws : sfw

[aeresha]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sukuna Ryomen ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ secretly likes it when you put hair clips on him .✦ ݁˖

The King of Curses was currently sitting on the floor of your living room, radiating enough dark, malicious energy to level a small village—all because of a tiny piece of pink plastic.

“If anyone breathes a word of this,” Ryomen rumbled, his voice low and dangerous, “I will flay them alive. Slowly.”

“Yes, yes, the grand King of Curses, terror of the Heian era, undone by a pastel hair accessory,” you teased, completely unfazed by the threat.

You were sitting on the couch behind him, running your fingers through his surprisingly soft, unruly pink hair. He had come to you in a rare, quiet mood, seeking a break from Jujutsu sorcerers and ancient feuds. But his bangs kept falling into his primary set of eyes, and his constant, irritated clicking of his tongue was driving you crazy.

So, you did the only logical thing: you went to your vanity and grabbed a pack of colorful, sparkly hair clips.

When you first snapped a glittery blue butterfly clip right above his forehead, pinning back the stubborn spikes, his entire body went rigid. The extra set of eyes on his cheeks blinked in utter disbelief. Four arms immediately tensed, claws digging into his knees.

“What is the meaning of this insolence?” he had snarled, a genuine threat laced in his tone.

But you didn't back down. Instead, you just smoothed down a stray strand of hair and smiled. “Your hair was in your eyes. Now you can see better. Keep them in.”

He growled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right through the floorboards. He could have cleaved you in two before you could even blink. He could have reduced the entire building to ash.

Instead... he just sat there. He let out a heavy, defeated sigh, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch.

As the minutes ticked by, you kept going. You added a yellow star clip, then a little pink strawberry one.

Ryomen crossed his top arms, looking thoroughly displeased, while his lower arms rested on his knees. He muttered curses under his breath about how weak human culture had become. But you noticed something he would never admit aloud.

The truth was, Sukuna Ryomen spent every waking second of his existence being feared, hated, or hunted. No one dared to touch him unless they were trying to kill him. But here you were, casually treating the most dangerous entity in history like an oversized doll, running your fingers through his hair with gentle, completely unafraid movements.

He secretly, deeply, absolutely loved it.

“You're ridiculous.”

“There,” you said cheerfully, patting the top of his head. “All done. You look beautiful, Ryomen.”

He scoffed, finally turning his head to look up at you. The view was absurd: the undisputed King of Curses, covered in demonic tattoos, looking at you with four eyes while sporting a crown of colorful, sparkly kids' hair clips.

“You have a death wish,” he muttered, though the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. One of his large, tattooed hands reached up, his sharp claws brushing against the strawberry clip. He could have ripped it out, but he just tapped it gently, making sure it was secure.

“You're not going to take them out?” you asked, leaning forward with a smirk.

Ryomen turned back around, facing away from you so you couldn't see the slight softening in his expression. “They are keeping the hair out of my eyes. Nothing more.”

“Right. Sure,” you laughed, resting your chin on the top of the couch, watching him.

He didn't move to take them out for the rest of the night. In fact, when he finally stood up to leave hours later, he made sure to walk past the hallway mirror, casting a brief, satisfied glance at his reflection before disappearing into the shadows—clips still firmly in place.

© 2026 aeresha. All content is owned by @aeresha. Do not repost, edit, translate, or copy in any form across any platform.

[bubbles898]

★ 𝓡yomen 𝓢ukuna: surprise him with your pregnancy

You had been trying to tell Sukuna for three days. Not because you thought he’d be angry, but because every time you looked at him, the words got stuck in your throat. It felt strange saying it out loud. Sukuna wasn’t a normal man. Nothing about your life with him was normal. The idea of him being a father still sounded unreal even in your own head.

It didn’t help that he kept disappearing for hours dealing with clan matters and coming back irritated and covered in blood like usual. That evening, he was sitting near the open doors of his room while two servants fixed the torn sleeve of his robe. One of them looked terrified the entire time. You stood there quietly until Sukuna finally looked up at you. “What?” “Nothing.” “Hm.” He already knew something was wrong. You could tell by the way he dismissed the servants without looking away from you.

The second they left, the room went quiet. “You’ve been hovering around me all day,” he said. “Speak.” You crossed your arms immediately. “You make everything sound hostile.” “Because you’re stalling.” You hated that he was right. Sukuna watched you walk closer, waiting with that impatient look on his face, fingers tapping once against his knee before stopping when you finally spoke. “I’m pregnant.”

The tapping stopped completely. Sukuna stared at you for a second like he was making sure he heard correctly. “You’re certain?” “Yes.” Another pause. Then he leaned back slightly and looked at you again, slower this time. Not shocked exactly. Just caught off guard. “You hid this from me?” “I found out recently.” “How recently?” “A few weeks.” His brows pulled together immediately. “And you waited weeks to tell me?” You frowned. “I was trying to find a good moment.” “There’s no such thing.” “That’s easy for you to say.”

He exhaled through his nose, still staring at you in that intense way that always made you nervous. Then his eyes dropped briefly to your stomach before looking back at your face. “You’re frightened,” he said. “I’m not frightened.” “You are.” “I just didn’t know how you’d react.” That seemed to annoy him a little. Sukuna stood up and walked over until he was right in front of you. “Why would I react badly?” “You hate noise. You hate people touching your things. You threatened a servant for breathing too loudly last week.” “He was irritating.” “You see my point.”

That actually made him laugh once. Short and low. “You think a child of mine will irritate me?” “I think your child will probably bite people.” “Hn. Better than crying all day.” You snorted before you could stop yourself, and some of the tension finally disappeared. Sukuna looked calmer after that too. Still serious, but not distant. One of his hands rested against your waist, pulling you a little closer while he looked down at you. “You should’ve told me sooner,” he muttered. “You’re not angry?” “No.” “Not even a little?” He looked genuinely confused now. “You’re my wife.”

Like that explained everything. Honestly, with Sukuna, it kind of did.

For a moment neither of you said anything. The evening air moved through the open doors, and somewhere outside you could hear servants talking quietly in another part of the estate. Then Sukuna’s hand moved from your waist to your stomach, resting there carefully. The movement was so unusual coming from him that you immediately looked up. He noticed. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Surprised.” “You are being surprisingly normal about this.” “I kill sorcerers, not my own family.” “That’s not exactly comforting.” “Hm.”

You smiled despite yourself. A few seconds later, Sukuna glanced down at you again. “If it’s a boy, the clans are going to become unbearable.” “And if it’s a girl?” His expression flattened instantly. “That’s worse.” You laughed immediately. “Why?” “Because then I’ll have to deal with men looking at her.” “You’re already acting possessive over someone that doesn’t even exist yet.” “She exists.”

You went quiet after that. Sukuna noticed immediately, of course. He always noticed things when it came to you. His thumb brushed against your side once before he spoke again. “You’re overthinking.” “I know.” “You’ll be fine.” The way he said it was simple. Certain. Like there wasn’t even another possibility. And somehow that was enough to make the nervousness in your chest finally settle.

[dragonsoulage]

When you want ice cream

feat. Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna Ryomen

Hello friendos ✨ we’re back with another JJK smau and since it’s so hot here and I am craving ice cream I just thought we make this as the topic. 🤣🤣 besides the fact I was in the mood for some fluff. So enjoy 💖

Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive

[t0jisbunny]

full nelson with sukuna 𐙚⋆.˚

⊱ ۫ ׅ✧ m.list

“pathetic brat,” sukuna growls, four crimson eyes gleaming down at you with cruel amusement, your back flush against his chest.

his upper pair of big gigantic arms lock behind your head, the lower pair gripping the backs of your knees hard enough to bruise, spreading you wideeee open.

“nghhhh — ahh! — ‘kuna!" you mewl helplessly, sukuna’s thick, monstrous cock bullying into you with brutal upward thrusts. “quiet, brat."

in this moment, you’re nothing but his plaything, his pretty little fuck toy, fully helpless and restrained by all four of his limbs.

this position was his favourite for a reason, you had nowhere to run, completely restrained against him — your only option was to shut up and take whatever the fuck he gives you.

he smirks wickedly at the sight of the visible bulge in your lower stomach, a clear outline of his massive girth rearranging your insides. you could only whimper and drool, legs twitching, defenceless in his unforgiving grip.

“tch, look at you," he says, slamming up harder, punctuating his words with a series of particularly harsh thrusts. "poor little thing — so weak and helpless."

his mock sympathy and cruelty only seemed to arouse you more, the wet slap! sound of his heavy balls against your ass filling room.

tears of overwhelming pleasure stream down your cheeks, your pitiful whimpers and mewls only making sukuna want to ruin you more. “mnnghh — m’soclose," you babble. one of his lower hands leave the back of your knee just long enough to slap your swollen clit, making you yelp sharply.

sukuna laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

he rubs your puffy clit, dick driving into you harder, deeper — your eyes rolling back into your head. “go on woman, make a mess."

and you do.

you babble incoherently as you begin to spurt clear fluid from your cunt, spraying it all over sukuna’s thick thighs as well as your own. he keeps you locked in place, forcing every drop out of you, “kuna! — ah! ohmygod — nghhh!"

he hums in amusement, the mouth on his stomach nipping at your back, desperate for a taste of your sweet juices.

“get ready for me to fill this little cunt, brat," he snarls, voice low and gravelly as he releases his load into your abused pussy. he grunts into your ear, holding you tighter, feeling you squirm as he floods your womb.

"squirm all you want, woman. you’re not going anywhere until i say so."

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[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: calling true form!sukuna by a nickname for the first time :: tags. fluff, sfw.

“ryo,” it rolls off your tongue naturally. as if you’ve called him that thousands of times before. you don’t realise it until he suddenly stops in his tracks.

sukuna narrows his eyes. you turn your head and look up, oblivious to your slip-up. the sorcerer doesn’t utter a word and instead glares down at your short frame. he looks irritated, or more annoyed.

“oh,” you realise why only a few seconds after.

you bow your head at him and try to explain yourself in a hurry. normally, you’d address him with respect like everyone else does. ‘my lord’, ‘lord sukuna’, or even ‘master’.

you nearly fall to your knees. you don’t know how or what sukuna’s going to do now that you’ve dropped the honorifics on accident and called him by a nickname.

you hold your hands together, “my deepest apologi—“

“again,” sukuna demands in a rough voice.

you freeze for a second before tilting your head back. you catch a glimpse of his expression; he’s amused, intrigued and perhaps still a bit annoyed. he repeats, “call me that again.”

sukuna isn’t annoyed by the fact that you’ve called him by a nickname for the first time. he’s annoyed, because your sweet voice makes him feel stuff he’s sworn to never feel for a regular human.

that warm feeling in his chest. . . he hates it. yet he yearns for it. from you.

you hesitate for a second, unsure if the firm tone in sukuna’s voice was a bad sign or not. you decide to just comply and hope for the best, “. . . ryo.”

sukuna grits his teeth. you think he’s mad, but in reality, he’s trying to eliminate the feelings of love from within him. your voice calling him so affectionately—so intimately; it makes him feel that warmth in his chest.

no one’s dared to call him anything like that before. everyone’s formal with him. it’s a must. sukuna’s used to everyone acknowledging his superiority in the conversations he holds. it’s a given.

no one refers to him so casually. no one dares to.

you’re the first one to break that pattern. the first one to make sukuna’s cold heart tremble. if it were anyone else, they’d be his dinner by now. but it’s you so it’s. . . fine, he assumes. an exception.

silence falls in the hallway. luckily, not another soul is around to witness the king of curses struggling to contain his own ‘foolish’ emotions.

sukuna clicks his tongue and sighs before continuing to walk ahead of you.

you scurry after him—keeping your head low. you don’t wish to upset him any further. you feel like you overstepped a boundary just now.

the silence continues for a couple seconds, both of you deep in thought.

sukuna’s the one to end the quiet atmosphere. his voice is as deep and cold as ever, though there’s no denying the subtle softness that creeps in whenever he talks with you.

he takes a deep breath and sighs. he keeps walking and doesn’t spare you a glance, however his words say enough;

“from now on, that’s the only way you’ll address me until i say otherwise, understood?”

[kittykatanimelove23]

more people should write sukuna with a disabled reader i think it’d be really cool especially in the aspect of kinship