You're lying on sukuna's bed about to rest, but when you are about to fall asleep Sukuna comes to the room. And he doesn't say a word as he leans back in front of you so that his head ends on your chest and he wraps you in his four arms. You, being used to it, just run your hands through his hair while you go back to trying to sleep.
You realized that he would do that after he was feeling particularly exhausted, and while he never said anything, his appreciation showed when you didn't push him about it.
Those were the few times when Sukuna could sleep. :]
Sukuna, while holding y/n in his four arms: I've only known this brat for a month and a half, but if anything were to happen to her, I'd kill everyone in this place, and then myself.
greed caring so much about his dublith gang though, like here is someone who SHOULD HAVE BEEN FUHRER
fuck you for putting this idea in my head because im now imagining, based on the roughly 400 separate instances of Greed trying to save individual humans during the Promised Day, him trying to be Fuhrer.
Greed: Well it’s not the world, but ruler of the country aint a bad gig for now. Wrath better be turning over in his grave seein’ this.Adviser: Fuhrer sir! You’re needed for an urgent meeting. Our spies in Creta say the country’s consolidating their military power and planning an attack. They’re trying to take advantage of our vulnerability while we rebuild.Greed: Ah shit. Really? Well what are we supposed to do?Adviser: Uh, well we suffered a lot of losses from the Promised Day, but we still have about 50,000 troops available. We could focus our power near the Creta border preemptively.Greed: What? You want to send humans out there?Adviser: Uh…..yes. As opposed to–?Greed: You idiot, humans are fragile! Most soldiers aren’t even alchemists how do you expect them to survive when you just toss them out on the battlefield like that?Adviser: I mean we….we do have some state alchemists. too. They would–we would send them also. We just–Greed: Nah shut up. Screw the meeting. Where’s my car? I’ll go talk to this “Creta” myself. Teach them a thing or two about threatening my property.Adviser: Creta is…an entire country, sir. Greed, summoning his full-body shield: Yeah and it’s MY country now. Someone GET ME THE CAR. Let’s see how Creta’s president plans to argue against THIS. *punches out a window with his carbon fist*
This leads to quite a strange blip in Amestrian history. Looking through the timeline is pretty much: The first Fuhrer, “Fuhrer X” was well-known for his military strategy. “Fuhrer Y”, his successor, was gifted in negotiating for land and weaponry. “Fuhrer Bradley” was a conqueror who earned absolute trust and loyalty from his men. Following him, “Fuhrer Greed” just…he stormed into other countries and beat up their presidents until he got what he wanted. A lot. The military shrunk to 1/5 of its size because most of Amestris’s foreign policies were handled by the Fuhrer kicking the shit out of other rulers and declaring the country “mine now.” The next Fuhrer, Fuhrer Mustang, rather boringly went back to “foreign policy” and “negotiations”. Retired Fuhrer Greed stated that this was “lame” and out of boredom decided to go conquer Xing, much to everyone’s satisfaction.
However this did lead to several instances of Fuhrer Mustang having to turn down invitations to “fight me” passed along from Emperor Greed.
Sukuna had never been one for love. Historically speaking, it repulsed him. but, something about you made him rethink that stance.
NSFW Soft!Sukuna x reader! praise kink, oral (both m receving and giving), typical smut content. you know what your signing up for. reader uses she/her pronouns and is Sukunas favorite concubine
warnings: none I can think of
Sukuna isn't the type of person to say "I love you." He's not the type of person to love. He was a demonic warlord, known for his cruelty and lack of empathy. What part of that screams "lover boy" to you? Emotions in general weren't really his thing, ya know?
And yet here he was, staring at his ceiling in the dark, forcing his heart to calm the fuck down. That was a close call. It almost slipped out again. He looked down at you, snuggled closely into his side and sleeping peacefully. This was dangerous. He was screwed.
Tonight was the 3rd time the sukuna almost slipped up and told you he loved you. The first time, he didn't even register what was happening. You had been his favorite concubine for quite awhile at that point. A sweet sacrifice from the villagers to try and keep his terraney at bay. Something about your eyes had called put to him, but that was as far as that emotion went.
That was until about a year ago. You were still new in your stay at the palace, and the other girls were still trying to figure out where you stood with them. Sukuna was known for walking around the palace with his advisors. And as he passed the concubines quarters, one of the other girls thought they'd impress him.
They came to you from behind as you were brushing your hair and ripped the brush from your hand, taking a good chunk of your hair with it. "Oh, are you using this?" She asked, laughing with the other girls. Sukuna watched you intensely to see how you would handle it, and oh boy you did not disappoint.
You smiled softly as you stood up, taking the styling scissors from your vanity. You walked over, the sweetest smile he had ever seen as you took a fistful of her waist length hair, and cut just that chunk above her jaw. "Oh, I'm sorry," You chirped innocently, "are you using this?"
Sukuna laughed. He actually laughed. Seeing someone so sweet and innocent do something so rather viscous was hilarious to him. "I lo-" he caught himself midsentnce and quickly back tracked. "I like that. That was hilarious." He praised, making you blush.
His advisor gave him the side eye about it, but knew better than to question it. Just went on about...something. Sukuna wasn't listening if he's honest. He told himself then and there he'd stop seeing you as much and preoccupy his time with the other girls.
The exact opposite happened. Without him even seeing what he was doing, you started to get special treatment. Hell you were getting it right now. No one else had ever slept in his quarters with him, much less in his bed. You stirred slightly in your sleep, snapping Sukuna back to reality as his head snapped over to you.
He held you a little closer, a little tighter. Comforting you and protecting you from whatever was disrupting your sleep. Shit he was in over his head. He thought about kicking you out of his bed. Out of his room and into the hall without even the courtesy of putting on your clothes and then never acknowledging you again.
He looked back up at the ceiling. Yea that wasn't going to happen. Just thinking about it made his heart contort in ways he fucking hated. Is this what being whipped was? He wasn't a fan. He started thinking about the second time he almost confessed his true feelings for you. Arguably, his worst moment considering he was completely of his right mind.
You had dragged him out to the palaces garden. You said it was because you liked his company as you tended to the garden. He reminded you he quite frankly had better things to do, and this was the gardeners job, not yours. You ignored him, and well, it's not like he left. Honestly, it was cute watching you indulge in your habits, and he’d be lying if he said he didn't enjoy listening to you tell him botany facts.
He was staring up at the sky, pretending not to listen to you ramble on about the prime growing conditions for orchids when you screamed. It sent cold electricity through his body as he was by your side and holding you less than a minute later. He didn't even remember getting up. “What? What is it Y/n are you hurt?” he demanded as he examined you closely, looking for any sign of injury. You looked up at him with wide terrified eyes. “Spider!” you squeaked.
You had to be shitting him. He looked at you confused for a moment before looking at the ground where you were formally sitting. Sure enough, there was a grass spider there, and a fairly big one too. “Was that really worth shrieking about?” He asked, turning back to you. You nodded aggressively. “Yes, its huge! Will you move him for me Sir? Please?” you asked, eyes wide and pleading. Sukuna sighed and went to crush him.
“No! Dont kill him, he didn’t do anything wrong!” you yelped to stop him. Oh, this was getting insufferable. He looked at you with a dark look. “And just who do you think you’re talking to like that, slut?” he asked. “I’ve indulged you this much, far more than I should, and you have the audacity to ask more of me?” he asked, stepping closer to you.
To his shock, but moreseo yours, you stood firm. Even as your lip quivered. “He didn't do anything wrong…I’m in his house your majesty. It wouldn't be fair to kill him, just because he can be a little scary sometimes..” Sukuna was shocked by your resolve. The look he gave you had made warlords crumble, and yet you didn't. He didn't know if he should be impressed by your resolve, or infuriated by it. What he did know was that it was flooding his blood with a fire he wasn't used to. It was different from the fire he felt in battle. This was warmer. Kinder.
He leaned down closer to you. You didn’t flinch. He touched your face. You maintained eye contact. He realized you weren’t afraid of him. His first thought was “her survival instincts must be shit.” Anyone that wanted to live knew to fear Sukuna. He killed and pillaged with reckless abandon, and had not once even considered a human life. His second thought was “why is this not pissing me off?”
Normally, when anyone had the gaul to stand up to the king of curses, he was quick to show them why that was foolish. Nothing upset him more than someone questioning his authority. But, you…for whatever reason, you not fearing him made that warm fire burn brighter. You trusted him. You weren’t just kind to him out of fear for your life, you were kind to him because you liked him. You cared for him. He wasn't used to that.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your kips. It wasn't like any other kiss you two had shared, or a kiss Sukuna had ever experienced, before. It was slow and intentional, almost sweet. He remembered feeling the heat radiating off of your blushing cheeks. He nipped your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he pulled you closer to him. You pulled away first, looking at him with wide doe eyes, panting gently. “Sukuna..”you whispered softly to him. It was the first time you had addressed him by name. An infraction that has resulted in the death of other concubines in the past. But, not you. “Y/n,” he whispered back, an unusual warmth lacing his voice “I-” he thought about where that sentence was going. And quickly decided not to finish it.
He’d already been more vulnerable to you in these past few minutes than he had been with anyone his entire life. That included himself. He already felt like a fool, there was no way in hell he was going to dig this hole any deeper by confessing his love for a fucking cocubine. He needed to get his shit together. He straightened back up and took a step away from you. “I like you.” he said, the warmth draining from his voice. He could see the confusion on your face. Good.
He moved the spider to a different part of the garden. On his way back, he glanced at you long enough to make an order of you. “See me in my quarters tonight,” he demanded. “Where are you going?” you asked. You really were forgetting your place. And he was letting you. Fuck, he was losing his mind. “I already told you,” he snapped, “I have better things to do than play gardener with a whore.” he said harshly, returning to the palace.
That night was the first night you had stayed in his room. 4 months ago. You’ve stayed in his bed every night since. He didn’t even acknowledge the other girls throwing themselves at him anymore. He didn’t care, he had no desire for any girl other than the one in his bed. He found himself going out of his way to make time for you, and had even taken to taking you to nice dinners at least once a week. Were you even a concubine anymore?
He didn’t know. Asking questions like that forced him to confront the feelings he had for you that was becoming harder to contain by the day. He didn't like it. And yet, here he was, laying in the dark and staring at your sleeping form as he grappled with that very question. It was like he was arguing with himself.
Did he even need those others anymore? He could easily kill them all and save on not having to feed them anymore. Yes, keep them. This is temporary and if it isn’t? You’d think if it was these feelings would have surpassed by now. If they're not, then kill the girl. Love is weakness. No, he didn’t want to do that. He wanted her around. And Sukuna always got what he wanted. He never thought his spoiled, bratty nature would out weigh his murderous one, but, then again he never thought he’d fall in love so.
The world was just full of surprises. He sighed softly. He was going to have to admit he was in love sooner or later. 3 times was a lot of times to almost confess something you didn’t mean. Though, if any of them were excusable it was his most recent slip. That one happened just a few hours ago, and was honestly the most understandable close call.
Though, he knew he was probably the most honest with himself when his cock was buried in your cunt. The intoxicating warmth, the melody of you calling out his name, the feeling of your plush thighs bruising under his fingertips. Sukuna had never been the demon to think with his cock, unless it came to you.
His last coherent thought was probably “it has to be some sort of sin for her to wear that robe.” A thought that had occurred to him as he watched you enter his room, still drying behind your ears from your shower. You wore a thin white robe that left very little to the imagination, one you knew to be your demonic overlords favorite. You looked up and caught him staring. He didn’t bother enough to pretend like he wasn't. You smiled and chuckled slightly, “Yes your highness? Is there a problem?” you asked, a coy smile curling the corners of your perfect lips.
You knew exactly what you were doing, Sukuna could see it in your eyes. It amused him that you still tried to play so coy. He returned your smirk. “No problem. Just admiring my favorite girl.” he said as he approached you. You giggled softly as you took his hand and let him pull you into his embrace. He’d gotten comfortable with admitting you were his favorite. It's not like he could hide it, even if he wanted too. You were almost always by his side, not that he’d have it any other way.
“Like what you see?” you purred up to him, looking at him through your lashes. “Hmmmm…no.” the demon said, toying with the delicate fabric of your robe. “You’d look better without this cheap robe on.” “You and I both know this robe is not cheap.” you scoffed at him. “Really?” Sukuna scoffed back. Say what you will, you had a spitfire spirit that couldn't be killed. One of the many things he loved about you. “You choose to give me back talk right now?” Your king asked, using a clawed finger to force you to look at him.
“Maybe I need to remind you who you’re talking to.” he growled to you. “Maybe you do.” you whispered back. Sukuna growled and closed the gap between the two of you, trapping you in a dominating kiss and pulling you into his tight grip. You didn’t resist, wrapping your arms around his waist, melting into his touch. He pulled you as close as he possibly could, lost in your impossibly soft lips. He could kiss you for hours.
But, he could think of a few things that would be slightly more fun for him. He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your jaw and neck, biting and leaving marks where he could. If anyone doubted the fact that you were his they wouldn't after tonight. You moaned softly as he found the sweet spot on your neck. A spot he was very familiar with for its ability to make you melt. Your hands moved up to grab at his hair and the nape of his neck. He smirked, feeling you grind against his thigh as he freshed the marks on you. “You know,” he moaned into your ear, “I can think of some better uses for your mouth.”
He pulled your hips closer to his, making you painfully aware of the hard on you gave him. You looked up at him with wide, doe eyes as he led you to your shared bed. He sat on the edge, refusing to take his eyes off you as you straddled his hips. You bit your lip as you slipped off your robe, only to reveal nothing underneath. You were planning this. You maintained eye contact with him as you slipped his robe off his shoulders, taking the opportunity to place a kiss on his neck as you did so.
“Come now love, don’t tease.” Sukuna groaned as he pushed you to your knees. He watched with 4 intense eyes as you kissed the tip of his honestly pretty dick. He groaned as you licked up his prominent vein, taking just the head into your mouth. “I said dont tease.” Sukuna groaned as he grabbed you by your hair. A warning. One you headed as you took all that you could of him into your mouth, using your hand to stroke the rest.
Sukuna moaned shamelessly as you worked. You were the only person he had ever been with able to coax such elicit sounds from him. “Fuck-” he groaned, bucking his hips into your slobbering mouth. You moaned around him, only egging him on more as he pulled at your hair. He leaned back onto his arm, thoroughly enjoying the warm feeling of your mouth around him. Nothing felt better than this.
Well, not nothing. He pulled you off his cock, looking down at you with approving eyes, “wonderful as always doll,” he praised, helping you off the floor and onto the bed. “I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.” he chuckled as he knelt between your legs and spread them apart. His favorite part. He skipped the teasing, more desperate than he’d like to admit to get a taste. You gasped as he started sucking on your clit, hands flying to his hair. This was how he knew you were special.
“S-Sukuna..” you moaned out as he slipped a finger into your already dripping cunt. He smirked up at you. “So wet, just from sucking my dick?” he hummed as he went back to work, curling his finger inside you. He slipped another finger in, specifically to find the soft spot inside you. A spot he found with little trouble, as always. “Suka!!” you yelped, blush rushing your face. Pet names now, huh? He was letting you get away with pet names?
He removed his fingers from your pussy and pulled you closer, his expert fingers rubbing your clit as his long tongue took its turn exploring your insides. Sukuna himself groaned at the taste, closing his eyes as he buried his face deeper into you. Your melody of moans mixing beautifully with the warmth of your body and the taste of your cunt to have an almost hypnotizing effect on him.
“Fuck, Y/n” he moaned into you, palming his own dick to relieve some of the pressure. He looked up at a sight that deserved to be famed in a museum. You with your head tost back, eyes crossed and thighs quivering as you rode his face, gripping his hair for dear life. It set him back on fire as he returned to the assault on your pussy, adding more pressure to your clit. “S-Sir, please!” you gasped, feeling that familiar knot in your lower stomach tighten. “I-m gonna-”
“I know.” If anyone knew your body better than you it was your lover. “Come for me Princess.” a few more strokes of your clit and your thighs had clamped around Sukunas head. He ate you through your high, enjoying the way that your legs and pussy quivered for him. He grinned once your legs fell from around him and he was able to pull away. “Gorgeous..” he mumbled softly as he moved to position himself on top of you. You looked at him through your lashes and giggled softly.
A sight that honestly made Sukunas heart melt. “You're beautiful.” he whispered as he leaned down to pull you into a heated, passionate kiss. Sukuna was never one for praise, but you brought it out of him. He spread your legs again, lining his cock up with your core. “Look at me Y/n.” he demanded, moving your head to make eye contact with him. “Suka..” you whimpered, moaning shamelessly as he began to push inside you, slowly. Drawing out every reaction you would give him.
He grinned down at your cute scrunched face, panting as you tried to adjust to accommodate his size. It seemed now matter how many times you two did this you were never ready. “‘M gonna mold your cunt to my cock, I promise.” Sukuna groaned, looking at you with half lidded eyes as he finally bottomed out. He dropped his head down and into the crook of your neck. He began his quest to mark you in as many places as possible as he dragged his cock in and out of you.
“S’ big..” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him and clawing at his back. He chuckled darkly as he adjusted himself to reach your soft spot. He started picking up the pace, massaging your insides. You were warm, so fucking warm. He could spend eternity buried in your cunt, drooling over the way his cock made your stomach bulge. The way he swore you pulled him in, inviting him to stay as long as you both needed. Feeling the way your soft body gave way to his rough fingertips, hearing the way you call out his name was a prayer, the claw marks you’d both have in the morning.
You tested his self control every fucking night,and tonight was no diffrent. “Fuck, please. More, please” you moaned to him. He growled in response, biting your neck. “You want more slut?” he chuckled. “Then beg for it.” you groaned and pulled at his hair. “Fuck, please! Please Sir, fuck me harder! I need your cock, hard and fast, please! Fuck me like you own me, Ryomen, pretty please!”
No fucking way you just used his first name. No fucking way he liked it as much as he did. Hearing it fall from your lips went straight to his cock and set his body on fire. He liked that. He liked that a lot. “Say it again.” he groaned, picking up the pace ever so slightly, “Fuck me like you own me!” you yelled. “No.” he said with a particularly harsh thrust, causing you to yelp as he grazed your cervix. “My name.” “your name?..” he saw the lightbulb go off in your eyes.
“Ryomen, please! Fuck me harder, Ryomen please. I need you.” Shit. Sukuna could feel himself blushing. He liked that way too much. He gave into your demands, pulling you into a mating press and absolutely punishing your cunt, slipping a hand down to rub at your clit as he did you. “You're mine.” He said with no uncertainty in his voice. “Do you understand that? You are fucking mine, if anyone else so much as glances at you I’ll slaughter them. Do you hear me?” he demanded.
“Yes, Ryo! All yours, only yours!” you groaned, arching your back into the pleasure he was giving you. Fuck, Ryo now?! “I fucking love you.” he moaned out softly to you. “Wh- what?” you asked, looking at him confused. Shit, did he say that out loud?! Fuck, fuck, fuck! “I said I fucking own you, Slut!” he hissed, picking up his already impossible pace. Either that was a smooth cover, or you were too close to coming to care. You didn’t question him further. You clawed at his sheets and bucked your hips to meet his. “R-ryomen, I-”
You didn't get to finish your sentence. You let out a shrill moan as your orgasim hit you like a truck. Your thighs clamped around him as your pussy quivered around him, pulling him in more and refusing to let him pull out. Not that he wanted too. He was going to knock you up right then and there. You were going to be his forever. Your orgasam was enough to bring him to his a few strokes later, coming deep inside you. Your eyes connected as your mutual climax hit, making him particularly weak as he rode you through it.
He almost collapsed on you once you two were done. He didn’t expect that to be as emotionally taxing as it was. His head was swimming. He said he loved you. He said it out loud, for anyone to fucking hear. That made it real. He couldn't just run from it anymore. You were probably the first person in over a century to call him by his first name and live, let alone give him honest to god butterflies about it, what the fuck was going on!?
He was pulled out of his spiraling thoughts as your gentle hand caressed his check. He looked up at you as you smiled so sweetly. More sweetly than he deserved. You placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and curled into his arms. “Magnificent as always, your highness.” you purred. Did you even realize you were saving him from his own mind? He wrapped his arms around you. “You as well, my darling.” he muttered. He didn’t just want you. He needed you.
And that led him here. Staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night and over thinking every single interaction you two had ever had together. Could this have been avoided? Where did he fuck up and fall in love? How could he not have stopped this? He sighed. It didn’t really matter now. He was in for the ride, and he didn't want to get off. He looked at your sleeping form next to him and smiled. You were so peaceful. Probably the only person in the world that could sleep so soundly next to the king of curses. He cuddled closer to you. You were warm, as always. “I love you Y/n, so much.” he whispered to the dark.
May I get 🧀 and 🥞 with true form sukuna please? The other one was so good!
Pillow talk 🍨( 🧀🥞)
contents: Yandere!Sukuna with prompts: 🧀 I’m not a monster or anything, but you’re so cute I could eat you up and🥞 Maybe I’ll trap you in my arms forever and never let you go
warnings: SOFT YANDERE, OOC SUKUNA????.
Sukuna had to knock you out today, you were being too much of a brat for him to handle and he was already busy with ruling over the world, so putting you to sleep was the best option for the both of you. For you because you wouldn’t piss him off and get him to punish you and for him because a headache right now didn’t seem like the best option.
He went to check on you periodically, and when he finally finished his king duties late at night and watched how you were still asleep he felt a tad guilty... maybe he didn’t measure his strength as much as he wanted.
He lied down next to you, trying not to startle you too much in case you were just sleeping. He held his breath while he brought you closer to him, smiling at your cute face. He kissed your forehead and smiled again, he caressed your hair for a while, only focusing on your slow, rhythmical and deep breath. You seemed so delicate right now, so beautiful for him and only him.
He sighed heavily “I love you so much pet” he spoke “I love you with everything that I have to give, although you don’t seem to notice it” he gave a little flick to your forehead, snorting when he heard you groan a little “you’re too precious for your own good, you know that? I could never stay mad at you no matter what” he peppered small kisses over your face “altough it pains me that you don’t love me like I love you, maybe you don’t understand how much I want you. But you know what? I have an idea. Maybe I’ll trap you in my arms forever and never let you go, would that show you just how precious you are for me, doll?” his heart raced at the thought. You being in his arms forever? it just was something that made him as happy as he could be.
He continued staring at you for a while, grabbing your much smaller hand on his “And you know... I’m not a monster or anything, but you’re so cute I could eat you up, even tough you always call me that” he bit one of your fingers, not with a lot of force but enough to make you squirm a little and mumble a small ‘stop it’.
He had enough of that pillow talk, right now he only wanted to sleep next to the love of his life.
Warnings: eMoTiOnS, not proof read. A smidge of angst
"Sukuna?" Your soft voice echoed, rumbling off the empty walls of the shrine like a lullaby to a restless child.
Immediately he halted his ministrations and pushed the barely clothed woman off himself, shoving her harshly to the door as he turned away. The woman scrambled about, trying to make herself somewhat decent as she tried to ask the master if she'd done something to offend him. The mighty demon merely glared at her over his shoulder and she felt herself scorched on the spot. Hastily pulling on her clothes she excused herself as quietly as she could.
Sukuna watched as the woman opened the Shoji, turned around to bow at him once but his eyes fluttered away from her to you as you strolled into the room just as she closed the Shoji behind and left. The curse stood up and lumbered over to the veranda, seating himself near the edge. An arm perched over his knee, two bracing his figure from behind and a free hand resting in his lap.
"There you are, I've been looking all over for you," you softly cooed. He could practically hear the soft padding of your sock-clad steps creaking the old wooden floorings as you strolled over to him, sinking down behind him with your arm snaking around his neck. "Aren't you at least going to say hello?"
The curse sighed, leaning down on his side, cheek resting on his open hand with an elbow holding him up, the other three arms falling limply about somewhere. "Mean as always aren't you," you giggled to yourself, crawling around him and sitting down on the edge of the veranda, legs dangling off the edge. The tips of your toes gently caressing the pond below. A somber silence embraced the air, with nothing but the soft whistle of the wind and dancing leaves to keep company.
"Sukuna," your sweet voice breezed into his ears and his heart clenched painfully. The fondness behind your tone was the same as he'd remembered, with the same mixture of mischief and sincere adoration in harmony with your unrivalled melody of a voice. The curse grunted, laying flat on his back and spreading his arms wide. His eyed narrowing in annoyance at the familiar ache growing in his chest.
"Would you like to hear a song?" You asked, not bothering to glance back at him, to take in his defeated form and mourning eyes, "I wrote it for someone very dear to me,"
Ryomen Sukuna layed there on the wooden floors of his own shrine listening to the soft rustling of the leaves and growing ripples of the pond water. A familiar kind of numbness spreading from the tips of his nails, spreading through his limbs until it enveloped him whole. The corners of his eyes blurred as black spots danced in his vision. He blinked the bleariness away and turned to stare at you, more specifically your back.
Your midnight locks dancing effortlessly on the breeze, the traditional white and red attire of a priestess always did suit you, but in his eyes you would have looked gorgeous in anything. He stared, starstruck at your side profile as your peered at him from over your shoulder and softly smiled at him. A soft, tender and sincere smile, a spontaneous and genuine one, the kind that suddenly graced your lips when he did something dorky or endearing. The smile that used to send butterflies raging in his belly oh so long ago, now pierced through his heart like thousand needles. Pricking at any free space until the wounds bled out, until he could bleed no more.
But he would always bleed for you. And only for you.
He couldn't help the malencholy smile that tugged at his own lips, his four eyes pinned on your figure as he allowed himself to revel in this illusion, one where the both of you were two lovers spending the rest of your adult lives together, in a house you'd built together. He knew that he could never have you, not anymore.
"I love hearing you sing," he truthfully confessed, reaching out one of his hands and softly brushing it over yours.
"I won't tell you who it's for though," you teased, a soft blush spreading from your ears to your nose.
Sukuna screwed his eyes shut, knowing exactly what happens next, down to each and every last detail, from how the servant fell to his knees and practically begged you to come to the very last crease in your shirt when you pat his shoulder.
Just as you parted your lips to bless his soul, you halted, turning around and staring behind you, past him and in the distance. "Oh? But why are the elders calling me?" You asked, standing up nonetheless, dusting yourself off. You stood before him for a moment longer as you conversed with someone else, "I see, I'll be there in a moment," you say.
Sukuna fluttered his eyes open, in time to see you seat yourself on your knees and hover over him with the same bashful yet playful smile on your lips, "I have to go for now, but you promise you'll hear me out later?" You asked, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead and smiling down at him.
Ryomen said nothing as he let himself get lost in your eyes, he wanted- so badly to simply reach behind your head and pull you down, press his lips onto yours and hold you in his arms for the rest of eternity.
But he knew he couldn't. He watched with glassy eyes, as your smile brightened and and you stood up, "Don't forget your promise then! I'll see you soon," you chimed. Strolling around him and leaving him all by his lonesome. Sukuna broke his promise
Sukuna covered his face with two of his hands, the other two grasping at the material of his clothes over his heart,
Character pairing: S. Ryomenx Gn! reader
Genre: Fluff to Angst
Rating: 11+
Warnings: death, crying, implicit mentions of sex, gore, mentions of prostitution and human sacrifice
Song recommendation: Fairytale by Alexander Rybak
Vocabulary:
Kagami: Mirror|| Hitobashira: Human Sacrifice|| Onsen: Hot spring || Seinaru mizu: Holy Water
(I altered it up a bit more for the sake of this fic, please note that I am not appropriating any culture or mocking it. It is in fact a fic set in ancient Japan therefore I included some elements from Japanese culture for authenticity.)
Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)
The king of curses received many human offerings every year. Quivering and pathetic humans, agreeing to whatever he wants. He keeps them until they satiate his needs and then he simply kills them. He get bored of them, very easily.
Meek little preys closing their eyes like pigeons in front of cats, having no will or resistance.
What was different about you? You were a prisoner of war, brought from far lands, a delicacy for only the best. Like gods are offered cattle, the king of curses gets humans.
You were a starved little thing, grimy skin was scrubbed by the same people who had held you captive, making you look presentable as an offering, how atrocious.
Your calves were kicked as you force-kneeled in front of him, an unamused look was etched onto his face. You were as good as a Hitobashira, except in this case this was for no god, it was for a being far too sinister.
As soon as the others left so you could get some ‘privacy’, you took out the ornament in your hair, aiming in directly at your throat.
“Oh, what do you we have here?” he muttered through his thick pronunciation, using words that were not even used anymore. He was old, far older than you could imagine.
“Let me rest in peace,” you whispered.
“Why so, little one?”
“I have seen the face of war, too much death in one life-time, I am tired; I know you would kill me after using me, why not just end it now? At least I won’t have to bow to the monster who’s hands are stained with the blood of my people.”
He chucked and grabbed your wrist in an instance, “looks like I will be keeping you for a while.”
Y'know, I always had this feeling that Sukuna would never call you conventionally romantic nicknames.
He would never call you for things like 'honey', 'flower' or things like that, but go for more things like 'brat', 'woman', 'human', 'girl', etc. The closest thing to something affectionate could be that he calls you by your name. Make no mistake though, this man (curse? Demon? God??) let you be by his side for a reason, and while he doesn't do it in the usual way, he definitely loves you and is glad you're around in his life, even if he don't always show it. ;)
Edit: what i’m trying to say here is that he would be the literal definition of “that little bitch” (affectionate) and you would be the only one who could get the true intentions of his words
Sukuna: This is what you humans find scary these days?
Reader: Shush now! Don’t be an old grumpy man! Aren’t the actors convincing enough for your taste? People could easily get scared!
Sukuna: …Alright then, let’s see how convincing I can be!
Reader: Sukuna! No!
A few hours later
Reporter: A strange phenomenon has occurred today at this haunted house on this night of Halloween. Apparently, all the actors present here at the time of the incident, have collectively seen a demon with four arms and four eyes! Was it a mass hallucination, or was it a real demon?! Stay tune for more!
Gojo: I can see that you had fun!
Reader: Don’t mention it. I’m never bringing you to another haunted house, ever again!
Sukuna: That’s what they get for doing a poor job at being scary!
A/N:
A thought I had while at a supermarket and seeing Halloween decorations. Sukuna at a haunted house would be a menace 😆.
Link to the clean version
I genuinely didn`t know what to do with this picture, so blurred a bit the most guro-ish part, though, something tells me it should be blurred entirely, oh
Inspired by this
Some images in my mind concerning the old times Sukuna was in his, hm, fullness
I am also keen on the idea of Sukuna being pure evil with no doubts, no exuses, clean and sheer
Pairings: OG Sukuna x reader
Prompt: "I don't need luck, I have you!"
Sukuna, in his terrifying four-armed form, has scared your cat away.
The white feline was fluffy, precious, and a gift from the cursed king himself. You loved it dearly. Even to a point when you had grown more fond of it over him. Annoyingly for the curse, you had spent most of your time spoiling the creature instead of serving him.
In your controlled rage, Sukuna smirked. He thought he had won.
"So you just saw him walk out?" you pointed to the engawa, "In this cold weather and you didn't even stop him?" He feigned ignorance.
"Don't worry about it. He's an animal he'll know when to come back." If he comes back, Sukuna held back his smug grin.
The king gazed at you, quite jealous at the display you were showing to the vermin. You should have spent that energy on him. He shouldn't have given you that cat as a gift in your whims of loneliness in his estate. He should opt for a better way for your amusement.
His eyes followed you. You pulled the sleeves of your Yukuta towards your form as you took a step out from the warmth of the shared home and into the cold. Were you stupid?
"Where are you going!?"
"I'm finding my cat!"
Were you serious? You could die in the cold. Why are you risking so much for that vermin and refuse to stay by his side? Heck, he even had delicacies prepared and you didn't even take a bite. Was that cat more important than him?
"Well good luck! It's not like I need you or anything." He slammed the sliding door shut. "You're disposable. No wonder you relate to something so insignificant! "
"I don't need luck, Sukuna-sama," Your voice trembled but you persevered. "I have you so I know I'll be safe!"
You have him? How bold of you to assume that he would care. He'll let you die, meet you in the next life, then you'll learn your lesson then.
He laughed at your absurd logic.
But the moment he heard you scream, his body moved before his mind had processed as followed you into the cold.
