You wearily shut your eyes, a book you had recently started reading rested on your chest haphazardly, having been dropped in your drowsy state. Your hands slid off of it down to your sides. You couldn't be bothered to move the book to the nightstand, nor readjust yourself and lay in bed properly. You knew Sukuna would join you shortly, and didn't want to move your body a second time.
Eyelids heavy and brain barely functioning, you barely responded as you heard Sukuna walk into the room. You heard him let out a quiet sigh upon seeing your state. The sound of the sheets moving seemed to resound as you felt the bed dip from his mass when climbed in next to you.
Sukuna shook his head gently at your state, yet a gentle smile tugged at his lips, like a mother would with her child. He gently brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers as he looked at you with tenderness. He shook your shoulder gently earning a mumbled "Hm?" from you.
"C'mon. It's time for bed. You shouldn't fall asleep like that."
Sukuna knew very well you waited for him to go bed if you got in it before him. And it usually ended up in the same way: you sitting up in bed, head nodding off when you got too tired to continue whatever activity it is, while you waited for him. He never tired of it though. Because he knew it earned him a warm welcome from you, and your body tightly against his.
Opening your eyes blearily, you yawned before grabbing your book and placing the bookmark in it before setting it on your nightstand. Sukuna laid down in bed while you did so and awaited you. You turned off the lamp, the click beckoning a welcome routine, and the barely there glow from the rooms nightlight replaced the lamplight.
You shuffled your body down and towards Sukuna, who rolled onto his side to accommodate you. He moved an arm to wrap around you and press you unto him further.
"There we go, there's my sleepy girl." His deep voice gentle, the timbre of it lulling you even further into sleep.
You nuzzled your face into his chest like a cat would its mother, breathing him in. It earned you a confused, quiet chuckle from Sukuna.
"Must you nuzzle like that?"
You smiled into him, a light laugh escaping you. "Yes. Feels natural, plus your nice 'n warm, Suki."
He sighed, grumbling out a "Whatever." Yet he smiled still at your reply, loving the sound of your tired voice.
Your next word finalized the night, a "Goodnight, Suki," mumbled tiredly through your lips. Sukuna responded, "Goodnight, my flower," and kissed the top of your head and held you tighter.
Silence enveloped you both as you listened to eachothers breathing, feeling eachothers chests rise and fall. Sukuna's warmth, his touch, the gentle sounds of his breaths, and the enveloping cocoon of the night lulled you to sleep quickly.
He followed suit not long after, loving the feel of your smaller body against him. It was almost a ritual at this point for you to fall asleep together like this. And you would both have it no other way.
Running your hands through your boyfriend Sukuna's hair ✧.*
Sukuna would never admit this out loud. Never. Okay, maybe he does to you in the private comfort of your home, but it was when he was having a really bad day, alright?
But he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair. Twirl his short strands around them. Gently pet his head as you revel in the soft plushness of his hair. It almost always earned you a sigh of contentedness from him. If his head is in your lap? Sukuna's eyes will flutter shut and will become drowsy in just a few minutes. Once in a while he'll even grace you with a few slurred words of "Feels s' good... needed this."
It was something he didn't want anyone else to know. He didn't like that it showed how vulnerable he could be.
Currently, you were both situated on your couch: you sitting upright, while Sukuna's head lay in your lap; one of his hands resting on your thigh, his legs tucked in slightly to fit the length of the couch. Both of you were watching some random cooking show while you waited for Satoru, Suguru, and Toji to arrive for a movie marathon at your place. Sukuna and you figured you would have a few moments peace until they showed up, so, you let him snuggle his head into your lap as if he were a cat that expected immediate attention from you (to which you of course obliged). Both of you were slightly stressed from working all week, to then have to set up and prepare having 'the guys' over': deciding on a movie you all would enjoy; the deep cleaning, making sure enough food and drinks were available. So a fleeting moment like this was welcome.
The constant absentminded motion of running your fingers through his hair earned a deep exhale from Sukuna. His breathing slowed within just a couple of minutes. You honestly got so lost in the soft texture of his hair, you didn't realize how much time had passed. An occasional gentle scratch to his head before you continued the repeated pets and twirl of strands of hair around your finger. A commercial break cropped up, which you promptly muted, made your attention refocus. You looked down at Sukuna only to see he had fallen asleep: his beautiful eyelashes rested on his cheekbones; rosy lips slightly parted from relaxation. You brushed the back of your fingers across his cheek just ever so, so as to not wake him. Hearts were practically in your eyes - you loved how he looked when he slept.
The moment was shattered though as you startled at the sound of someone's Satoru's muffled yet loud voice approaching your door. Trying to not wake Sukuna, you scrambled and grabbed your phone from the arm rest of the couch to see that they had indeed texted they would arrive shortly. Well, shit - Sukuna was not going to be happy with you later.
Your front door opened (of course they didn't even bother to knock), and Satoru was the first to set foot inside as he started to announce they arrived.
"Yo, we're here--"
"Shhhh!" you whipped your head around and brought a finger to your lips.
Satoru gave a quizzical look at you before approaching quietly as Suguru and Toji followed behind, unsure of what was the matter. Their jaws dropped, eyes widened. Satoru dramatically slowly took his sunglasses off. What none of them expected was for their six foot something, irritable, sometimes uninterested, grumpy friend to have his head resting on your lap. They all focused their attention on you.
Suguru mouthed, "Since when?" To which you whispered, "Since a long time." with a sheepish shrug.
"Oh, this is the perfect blackmail." Toji chuckled.
You blanched at his words and didn't even register he took a picture when you turned back to Sukuna to wake him up. Yup, this was going to be an interesting night.
didnt turn out how i originally envisioned (had this sitting for almost 2 weeks), but oh well
(18+) Kento Nanami x fem!reader
You find that you're unable to orgasm unless your man, Kento, is present. He is more than happy to oblige to your predicament, just not in the way you were expecting.
content: masturbation (m and f); mutual masturbation; voice kink; edging (m); use of sex toy (dildo); slightly dom nanami? (giving reader orders/instructions); pet names (baby, darling, my love)
realized i haven't written for him yet 😭 so here we are ♡ i know voice kink with him is maybe over done but damn it's too good to not do it
- possible spelling errors
Edit: part 2 here
It wasn't enough. It. Wasn't. Enough.
Furiously rubbing your clit and thrusting your dildo in and out of your cunt in frustration, you finally give up. You couldn't conjure up a satisfactory orgasm. You even got yourself worked up beforehand watching porn, and then proceeded to imagine doing the lewd actions with your boyfriend. Needless to say, that ember of want died out – and as you have now discovered, you need Kento present in some form or fashion, to be able cum.
Unfortunately, he had left some time ago to get groceries for the week, and you weren't expecting him to be back for another hour or so. Letting your hands flop to your sides, you shut your eyes and take a deep breath before huffing out. You were tempted to try again, just maybe imagining scenarios a tiny bit harder, before figuring it was a dumb idea. A possible solution cropped up into your mind then: his voicemails.
Feeling like an idiot for not realizing sooner, you flipped to your side and snatched up your phone. Opening up your voicemails, you selected the most recent one and hit play. It was one he left while you were at work, but it was simple: checking in you and seeing if you were on your break, if you enjoyed the lunch he made you, and ending with an 'i love you'.
But the smoothness of how he spoke his words. That slight gravel to it. It did something to your brain you couldn't describe other than it being heavenly. After listening to it a couple of times, your hands meandered teasingly, making their way to your now taut nipples and wet cunt. You teased yourself first before your grabbing the dildo once more.
You were so fixated on his dreamy voice and the arousal it brought forth, you almost didn't hear the clearing of a throat followed by, "Enjoying yourself, darling?".
Startled you whipped your head up, hands pausing, dildo stopping mid thrust. Wide eyed, you chuckled nervously, "Kento, baby. Scared me a little..." He was standing in the doorway, leaning against it with his veiny forearm, head resting against it. Despite normally being a prim and proper man, Kento forwent his usual neatly parted hair and had it down. His more sleek attire replaced with a looser fitted white t-shirt and khaki shorts, partially hiding his gorgeous physique. His eyes weren't hidden behind glasses, and it felt as though his pointed stare was burning holes into you, his expression neutral. You felt your cunt clench.
Kento gave a non committal hum before removing his body from the door way, languidly making his way towards your tense form on the plush bed. Realizing the voicemail was still playing, slight embarrassment washed over you as he leaned his upper body over you, hands caging either side of your head as he stared down at you. His eyes flicked over to your phone, hearing his voice making the gears in his head turn. He pressed the pause button before returning his attention to you, "Looks like you could use some help, my love."
You gulped and nodded shyly. Kento smiled, chuckling lightly before he leaned back up, and made his way to the end of the bed. His fingertips lightly trailing down your body along the way. He didn't crawl into the the bed though, no. He sat himself down in the rounded chair in the corner of the room, near the bed.
You sat up on your elbows and stared at him, blinking and confused. "Kento what are--"
He cut you off before you could finish, "I'm helping you. What does it look like?"
"From... over there?"
He slowly nodded, hips shifting to help alleviate the strain on his cock in the confines of his boxers and his shorts. You eyes followed his movement, understanding slowly blooming in your brain.
"I'm slightly hurt you haven't told me you love my voice that much... but it's alright, darling. I love knowing you get yourself off to it now. Knowing I make you feel so good. So put on a little show for me, yeah?" His voice dropped to a husky timbre.
You gulped, "O-okay." His slight demand and sudden drop of his voice had you obeying though, your cunt clenching around nothing. Seeing your usually stoic man in a relaxed state, telling you to listen to his voice and put on a show for him? That wasn't helping either.
Laying back down, you brought hands up to your breasts, massaging and squeezing them, rubbing, flicking, and pulling your nipples. Each gasp and low moan graced Kento's ears. He brought a hand downwards to palm at his bulge, cock throbbing and leaking with need.
"That's it, darling. Keep going... just like that. Run a hand down your body, just like I would."
It was as if he had put you under a spell, following the words driven from his delectable lips, but fuck if you didn't love every second. He was right. He was helping you. Just with his voice alone. Skimming your fingertips down your body, paying extra attention to squeezing your hips and thighs, trying your best to imitate his hands path. A low groan grumbled from his chest causing you to slightly sit up to catch sight of him. Kento looked a mess already: face flushed, ear tips red, breathing slightly heavy. His hips rolling up occasionally to meet the slow swipe and pressure of his palm on his covered dick.
"Hah- you look beautiful right now, my love. D-don't stop. Move those hands to that pretty cunt of your yours. Need to see it."
Complying, your hands meandered to your thighs first, giving them a squeeze before parting them further, and spread your pussy lips. Kento's eyes widened at the sight, slight strands of slick pulling and breaking as you spread your lips, arousal pouring forth.
"Th-this ok, my love?" A shiver travelled up your spine at his hungry stare.
Kento moaned, "More than ok. You look divine. Pleasure yourself for me, darling. I want to see you fall apart."
Wasting no time, your fingers found your clit, unhurriedly rubbing patterns and applying pressure unto it. You placed a couple pillows behind you before your eyes searched for your dildo, a hand grasping it as soon as you spotted it. Locking eyes with him, you brought it up to your lips, pressing a kiss to the tip before licking a long stripe from the base to the tip. You sucked on it part way before lowering it back down and bringing it to your awaiting hole.
You heard Kento mutter under his breath, "Oh, you little minx." Followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down, to which your eyes wandered down to. You watched Kento pull his cock out from the confines of his shorts and boxers, the tip a flushed pink, his length heavy and hot. You wish you could touch it, suck it, ride it. And you guessed you could, but you knew Kento was loving this, and so were you.
Breaking out of your trance, you inserted the toy into your drooling cunt, moaning, mouth in a slight O at the stretch despite having used it not long ago. Kento's own moan wasn't far behind, wet schlick sounds filled the air along with the wet squelches from your cunt.
"Yeah.. that's it. Fast- nngh- faster, my love, faster. Let me hear those pretty cries and moans."
You let your head fall back, eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the sensations combined with Kento's sultry voice. Rubbing circles on your clit faster, you thrust the dildo in and out, searching for that sweet spot and finding it, hips twitching and cunt clenching at the feel. Continually hitting it, your back arched off the bed in pleasure, moans becoming louder with each passing second. All the while Kento's lidded eyes stayed trained on you, switching back and forth from your face to your cunt leaking on the bed, your hands pleasuring yourself. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, precum leaked down his knuckles as he resisted the urge to speed up along with you. His other hand white knuckled the arm rest, veins bulging out. He tipped his head back and groaned loudly, sweat dripping down his brow. He wanted so badly to let go and cum along with you, but watching you and giving instruction was more satisfactory.
"Doin' so good for me. Love hearing that cunt, your beautiful voice. Wish it was my cock in your pretty pussy? Hm?" He huffed out.
"Y-yes! Wish it was you, Kento!" You cried out.
"You want to cum?"
"Nnggg yes!" You nearly sobbed out.
"Shit- let go for me. Let me see you cum then. Now."
He had to quickly squeeze the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming, his cock throbbing at the lack of release, all from watching you come undone. Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you came, pussy clenching and pulsing around the toy, wishing it was Kento's dick buried inside instead. Your loud moans and heavy breaths filled the room. Your body twitched with aftershocks as you continued to rub your clit slowly, finally stopping after a few moments. Heart thudding, you laughed breathlessly.
Kento gave himself a moment before tucking his still rock hard dick back into his boxers, and buttoned his shorts back up before standing and made his way towards you. He cupped your face immediately and kissed you.
"How was that, my love? Satisfactory I hope?"
You nodded dazedly, "Mmm, mhm. Incredibly. Thank you, I wasn't expecting it. You enjoyed it too, I hope."
He smiled gently, "I did, yes. Anything to make you feel good. Let's get you cleaned up."
As you both began to get up, sudden realization struck his features, to which you questioned him. "Whats wrong?"
"Uh, its nothing. I'll tell you about it in a bit." He wasn't about to tell you that he forgot about the groceries, especially the ice cream that was more than likely melted by now, lest he got scolded by you. But, he supposed you both could still make use of it. He did have another kink in mind he's been wanting to try out...
i love kenjiro tsuda's voice so much, it is sooo drool worthy. legit perfect for kento imo ♡
(18+) Sukuna getting off to edging his girl and making her cum ✧.*
forgot this has been in my drafts for months
It was a lazy weekend afternoon for you and Sukuna. The sun was out, the birds were resting for the time being, the air finally quiet of their chirping and songs. Just an occasional dog barking and the dull sounds of distant cars were present. Just a quiet, relaxing day. Should you be outside? Yes. Could you start watching that one show you've been meaning to for weeks now? Also yes.
Yet you're here, in bed, with your back against Sukuna's chest and head on his shoulder. Breathless moans tumble out of your parted lips accompanied by tiny pleas of "Please" and "Stop teasing me" and "I'm sorry". Yours and his eyes trained on the movements of his hands.
His broad, beefy frame - practically a mini mattress in and of itself - encompassed your back. Sukuna's cock rested partially on your left inner thigh, hard, hot and throbbing. The tip dripped precum and smeared against you with every twitch your body gave. His biceps and thick forearms were a soft but firm pressure against you as they practically caged you in. Meanwhile, his left hand alternated groping both of your tits, pinching and rubbing the nipples. The right's fingers were rubbing up and down your folds, mindlessly parting them and gathering the slick before spreading it around. Continuing then to swirl over your clit, making you jolt every time, setting an infuriating pace of slow then fast and harsh. Eventually making their way down to your entrance and ghosting just outside before plunging two in to the knuckle in one stroke, fingers working in and out of your cunt with no set pace.
And each time you got close to an orgasm he would slow, take his fingers out, and lead them back to square one of rubbing and parting your slick folds. He repeated this process so much you were starting to lose count. It was a mindnumbing-from-lack-of-orgasm type of teasing: it rode that fine line of just enough stimulation to denying you of pleasure.
And of course the lovely man that Sukuna was was enjoying your suffering.
Sukuna chuckled amusedly at your whining and pleading for more as you grasped onto his arms. "You must like being punished baby," The lilt of his voice right next to your ear sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. "Considering you're not trying to run, and you're so-" he landed a harsh slap to your mound, earning him a yelp from you, and plunged his fingers into your hole and quickly extracted them, a long string of slick connecting them to your cunt. "Wet." he whispers, his unexpected breath ghosting your ear caused a shiver to run down your body.
"Nnng, Sukuna! You're being so mean right now!" You whined out.
"Aww, am I now? Because again, your dripping wet cunt says otherwise sweetheart." His left hand squeezed one of your breasts possessively as he leaned his cheek against your head. "But, this is what happens when you decide to poke your 'tiger'"
Not much earlier you had decided you were going to ignore incurring the wrath of Sukuna by eating the last of his favorite dessert, even when there was a little note that said "Do Not Eat" in bold, block lettering. He knew you were going to be a little shit and eat it anyways, so he had an idea already planned to where you would be in this predicament.
"What makes you think I'll let you orgasm, hm? Really, I'm curious, sweetheart."
Your body was wound so tight yet you felt so limp. Your thighs twitched and shook lightly as he continued to handle you. Stomach muscles clenched so tightly you'd think they'd stay that way permanantly.
Letting out a shuddering breath, "I won't do it again, promise!"
"Mmmm, not good enough," Sukuna hummed. "Besides, I know that you'll do it again. Try harder." He landed another slap to your cunt, earning him a slight yelp from you.
You expected an answer like that, because yes, he was right. But damn if he wasn't being mean about this. You scrambled to think of something. "How about this--" Sukuna cut you off with a slow lick to the helix of your ear causing you to shudder. "L-let me think of something!"
Sukuna chuckled, his breath hitting the side of your face. He shifted his head to rest his temple on your head, his fingers and hands continuing their teasing ministrations as he took a deep breath. You let out a quiet moan and tried angling your body to lean more into his touch as you watched him. Sukuna's cock twitched when he heard the subtle sound. The trail of precum connecting from it to your thigh was obscene now, much of it pooling on your thigh and slowly making its way to land on himself.
You had to snap your mind away from watching the way the tendons in his forearms and hands flexed, veins bulging in some places. The black tattoo bands encasing his wrists a hypnotizing contrast against your skin. The way his fingers worked over your body and made you melt yet tense in pleasure. And how could you forget about his hot length making a mess on your thigh, just begging to be touched--
"I'll- I'll let you get any sweets and dessert you want for the next week. How's that sound?" You said quickly.
"Hmmm..." Sukuna feigned pondering his answers. He enjoyed making you wait for it in situations like this. They made you so needy and desperate. He let the time tick for a few seconds more before answering.
"Make it two weeks and we have a deal."
"Two--"
Sukuna shut you up by diving his fingers into your drooling hole and drilling them into it at a blurring speed. You felt his own body tense slightly more as he stopped groping your tits and instead opted to wrap his forearm around your waist, holding you in place. You thighs twitched and shuddered and you grasped onto both his forearms.
"Ah! Oh, fuck-- Sukuna no fair!!"
Whining out from the unexpected assault, you felt your high creeping up fast. Sukuna could tell and once more stopped altogether, opting to slap the inside of your right thigh this time.
"C'mon, it's a simple yes or no question. You don't get to cum unless you say 'yes' baby." Sukuna really didn't want to even utter those words - he wanted to cum just as badly as you did. His cock was hurting, tip a shade of red that even made it look angry; and the last thread keeping him from cumming just from edging you, hearing your moans, and the rubbing of your thigh on his dick was ready to snap any moment. He wasn't about to cum just from that; it's beneath him. He needed make you cum first and have you learn your lesson even though he knows it won't stick and you'd be in this same position once this deal ends.
"Ok, ok, fine! Yes! I'll let you get them for two weeks. Just please let me cum!" You desperately answer.
You could feel Sukuna's cheek muscles moving from the satisfied grin that bloomed on his face, eyes triumphant. "There we go. That wasn't so hard, now was it?" You could even hear it in his voice.
Sukuna lifted the hand coated in your slick to grip your face before turning it and pressing his lips to yours in a contrastingly sweet kiss. You gasped into it from surprise before he broke it, and shifted your head back so you could watch again.
He trailed the hand that had gripped your face back down to your awaiting, desperate cunt. You felt it clench in anticipation until Sukuna placed his fingers and rubbed slow, tight circles onto your clit a couple times forcing a soft moan out of you. His fingers slid their way back down to your entrance again; as his middle and ring finger entered slowly, he bit his bottom lip as he tried desperately not to groan loudly at the feel of your fingers sucking him in inch by inch. It was agonizingly slow but he wanted it that way. He loved hearing, seeing and feeling every reaction he could get out of you.
He pulled his fingers out and went back in a couple times loving your small sighs of pleasure. Then the assault starts again. He doesn't lead into a slow build up, no. Sukuna begins again with his breakneck speed only 'stopping' just so he could make his two fingers press and rub on that spot in you that he knew would make you clench hard and moan loud.
Your grip on him tightened and you let your head rest fully onto Sukuna as you lost yourself in the building pleasure, nearing your high. Sukuna licked a stripe up your exposed neck, making you moan. He continued alternating between speed and rubbing your sweet spot inside your gummy walls, finally settling on the latter to make you shatter.
Your moans, mewls and breathy cries seemingly melded throughout, finally cresting as you reached your high. Sukuna joined you with his heavy breaths, groans and breathy words of praise.
Crying out a quick "C-Cumming!", your body locked tight and eyes squeezed shut. Your thighs shook and twitched as you came, hips bucking a couple times. Sukuna moaned loudly, cumming a mere couple seconds after you, untouched. Your moans and the feeling of your walls clamping down on his fingers too much for him. Ropes of his cum came streaking out, landing messily on part of your thigh, and shot up to you stomach and near touched your breasts; the rest dribbled out of the slit on his tip, cock throbbing heavily during his release and slowing down after.
The fingers that had slowed their pace when you came slowly dragged out of your cunt, your release coating them in tackiness. Sukuna's non-dirty hand moved to rub one of your thighs tenderly before going to rest on your stomach uncaring of his release. You gave one full body shudder feeling your high ebb, and sighed in relief. Opening your eyes you looked down appreciatively at the sight of his cum on your body, and his now spent cock softening.
You tilted your head before turning it to look at him, a coy smile tugging at your lips. You laughed lightly, "Damn, cumming untouched. Kind of pathetic if you ask me baby--"
He stuck the fingers coated in your release to make you quiet, not wanting to hear your teasing so soon. Your noise of surprise muffled as your wrapped your lips around them. Fluttering your eyes closed, you let out an exaggerated moan while you swirled your tongue around his fingers and sucked hard.
Sukuna huffed out a "Freak," yet a smirk was on his lips.
Pairing: cat!Sukuna x fem!witch!reader and familiar!Uraume
Synopsis: Sukuna expected many outcomes to happen when he chose to have a new path in life after his death. But this? This was not it: waking up as a Maine Coon cat. Will this be his life now, or is there a way to gain his body back? Herein lies the answer to his question - you, the witch that supposedly lives alone in the woods. Will you simply be a quick answer for him to return to his true form, or will Sukuna realize that more awaits him in this life?
Contents: no sorcery, reincarnation au with witches (modern times); sukuna has no CT etc.; slight slowburn?; different pov's; strangers to lovers; fluff and silliness; teasing and banter; sukuna is kind of a brat in this; reader likes messing with him; slight angst; mentions of trauma; witchcraft; reader lives in the woods; timeless connection (sukuna and uraume); happy ending; *content tags may or may not be added
A/N: I've had this idea for months, and took me quite some time to start it, but it is here now! This is my first multi-chapter fic, and kind of a silly one I thought would be fun to write. I also thought it would be fun to take a dive into how I think Sukuna would be if he got reincarnated. I will try to do semi-consistent updates, but no guarantees. Either way, I hope anyone who reads enjoys!
Cat!Sukuna art 1 - I imagine him with his gorey/blind vers., but for the sake of the story he isn't
Cat!Sukuna art 2 - basic ideas for body structure/markings
Small fun fact, cat!sukuna was inspired by one of my own cats!
Cat!Sukuna intro drabble
Chapter 1: Walked up the stairs, the sunlight hit my face
Pairing: cat!Sukuna x fem!witch!reader and familiar!Uraume
Synopsis: Being a witch that lived in the forest had its perks: peace and quiet; wildlife; no irritatingly close neighbors. Plus, plenty of room to grow what you needed to supply customers. Today was a focus on said orders. Having a massive cat sitting in a tree that starts demanding things of you was not on your to do list though! Could the day get any stranger?
Contents: no warnings; readers pov; descriptions of readers house; may readers and sukunas teasing and banter begin hehe
A/N: So sorry for the wait on this 😭 lost motivation to work on this for a bit... atp, kind of expect slow updates - being busy sucks 😔 Longer chap though - I kind of got carried away just... writing lmao (catkuna comes in later this chap)
This particular spring day had started out peacefully. The sun had just started to rise - early morning. Its light filtered through the curtains of your bedroom window on the second floor.
You rolled over onto your stomach, shoving your face into the pillow, trying to catch at least five more minutes of sleep. It was rudely interrupted by a raven tapping on the window pane. The winter before, you had fed it maybe two or three times, and afterwards it decided to bring you things in return for food.
Groaning out a muffled "Later!", you propped yourself up, flopped onto your back, and stared at the ceiling for a minute. After the moment of non-contemplation, you slid out of bed. Putting on your slippers, you raised your arms above your head in a stretch and yawned. Rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, you walked over to the window, parted the curtains to their respective sides, and opened it. The raven hopped just onto the sill (you hadn't dare name it lest you became even more attached, and other ravens got jealous), craw-ed once, and looked expectantly at you.
"Later, ok? I'll bring you something later. In return, I'd like you to bring me some leaves from a yellow trout lily, and one of the flowers. How's that sound?" You pet its head gently, and after it gave a relaxed gurgling croak, flew off. It would be back in an hour or two.
Breathing in the air, you spent some minutes looking outside, watching and feeling the suns rays creep into the room a little more. It was quieter before with just a few birds waking up. Now it was a chorus, the forest coming to life. You felt there was nothing better to wake up to.
Turning and stepping away finally, you made your way to your wardrobe, discarding your cream-white nightgown. Not feeling like anything in particular, you put a hand over your eyes and skirted over your clothing with the other. A few passes and stopping, then you uncovered your eyes: the sage colored dress was the pick for the day. If you could, you'd be naked all the time as you did live alone - but there are times where hikers and hunters stumble across your abode. And you would really prefer them not spot you while you were bare outside in your garden.
Taking the dress with you to your humble yet clean bathroom, you freshened up and brushed your hair. You could use spells for instant rejuvenation and beauty as it were, but they never felt quite right, and at times gave side effects. It was easier to do it manually. Unless of course you were dog tired or simply too lazy to.
You finished up and made your way down the wood floor hall, passing by the guest bedroom, guest bathroom, and through the sitting-area-combined-extra-plants space. You didn't make much use of the guest rooms, nor sitting area (aside from plants) but they were always kept tidy just in case. Before going down the stairs, you opened the curtains for the southern and western facing windows; looking outside for but a minute, the suns rays dusting the tops of trees and illuminating the forest floor in patches caught your eye; the slight fog rolling across the forest floor and into the grassy clearing gave a slight eerieness. It was a type of wild calmness one would see deer elegantly walking through. Once finished, you brisked down the stairs, your hands brushing the railing. Two thin windows higher up helped illuminate the steps, an unlit chandelier high above. Many framed photos and specimens of all sorts greeted you in silence - ones you've passed by hundreds of times and given a silent 'hello' in return.
Slippers now touching the downstairs stone flooring, you sauntered into the kitchen, opening the curtains for the two windows - and opening one - and made your usual route around the house letting natural light in: from the kitchen you went back to the houses entryway for one north facing; from there, into what used to be the living room for three windows - two tall, slit windows north, and one larger south facing. Lastly was your cozy library (also used for extra storage of jarfuls of herbs and the like), for one more southern window.
The downstairs 'used to be' one for a simple matter: you needed a work space. And study and collections area, too. It really has worked out well. There was plenty of room for large shelving units against the walls, a smaller picnic table turned workbench in the middle, an actual workbench-shelving unit combo on the southern wall, and an extra table for some plants under the north windows. If you needed a specific book, the library was just a few steps and doorway away. If you needed something from the kitchen, like warm water, the sink was but several paces away.
The library was smaller, but sufficed. If you were able, you'd have liked it to be bigger - much, much, bigger - but you made do and switched out books you no longer needed. Sadly, a spell for unlimited storage in some pocket dimension to put said unneeded books simply did not exist. "It would cause chaos in the fine lines of the cosmos," to quote one ancient 'sister'. Having a smaller library was nice otherwise; it was quaint but wonderfully cozy, especially with the chimney. It was perfect for the fall and winter time. Spring and summer made for wonderful reading light when sitting next to the window, and fresh cut flowers and a cold beverage made it more relaxing.
Now, the kitchen. It had old oak cabinets and handles (you guessed from the 1970's). A lot of counter top space with small, off-white tiles with slightly darker grout adjoining them, which made your life so much easier with hot objects. A white stove sat near and to the right of the sink. There was a fridge on the opposite wall, but you didn't make much use of it except during the summer. A small, woodblock island sat in the middle. And there was a plethora of ceiling hooks dotting the wooden beams, all adorned with drying and dried herbs and flowers. There was no dishwasher, but having one installed would be an absolute mess, not to mention you didn't feel a need for one.
Overall the house was was very suitable for your needs. You had inherited it through the lineage of witches from your town and neighboring ones; you would keep it until circumstances arose, and in turn you would list who it should be given to. Thankfully when you acquired it, it had been remodeled (at least for its time period), so electricity, running water, and a septic tank were available. Just no A/C nor heat; the house stayed somewhat cool during the summer at least, and braziers helped keep rooms warm. However, had you known the spell 'Modiform' when you first moved in to alter and move each room, you would have. You did learn it eventually, but you've been in the house over three years now and have gotten used to the layout, and since learned to love it. So now the spell awaited until it caught your fancy.
Finished with your routine of opening curtains, you scurried back into the kitchen to catch the last fourty-or-so minutes of simplicity before really starting the day. You had a long list of orders involving herbs and flowers to work on. Less time wasted now meant more time to chill later. Normally you wouldn't 'cheat', but you were feeling a touch lazy today.
“Leviatos.” you said. You had the tea kettle fill with water from the sink faucet, and sit back over a stove burner. "Ignitus." was your next command – a snap of your fingers included - to light two burners. Saying the names wasn't required, but the spell behaved better when done. You took a pan out and placed it on the free burner, and made way with your food: an over easy egg alongside preserves on toast, and a cup of your favorite tea. While you ate, an unexpected feeling struck you – something you couldn't put your finger on; a slight wave of dizziness washed over you, but as soon as it came, it left just as quickly, leaving you perplexed.
Not wanting to linger on it, you finished with your meal, cleaned up, and began preparing work area. You took out your mortar and pestles – one for herbs and the other for flowers – spoons, bowls, a scale; sachets, cotton bags, twine; and clean, small jars from the shelves. You took them all to your work room. Looking at the time on the wall clock, you noticed your helper raven should have returned by now. You took out a piece of raw rabbit meat from the fridge, put on a pair of outdoor boots, and stepped outside through the front door. Stepping off the porch, you looked to the treetops and the sky – no sign of it. You awaited a couple more minutes before the raven made its appearance. A muffled graw left its throat as it circled once over head and soared down to you. You held out your left arm so it could land, rabbit piece in your right hand.
Praising words left your mouth, “Oh! You found it! What a good job you did.”
It puffed up at your tone of praise, its nictitating membrane moving as means to blink. You motioned with your left hand for it to deposit the items you had requested earlier – a yellow trout lily and some of its leaves. It complied and immediately snatched the raw rabbit from your right hand as soon as it was present.
“Easy there. You are deserving of it, but have some patience!” You pet its sleek body anyways.
Deciding it had enough, it took flight, food prize hanging from its beak before landing in the grass to eat. You examined better what it brought. It was a good amount of leaves for what its beak could hold. Plucking the flower from the leaf confines, you inspected it: The yellow flower itself was only a little damaged and slightly wilted, but would survive.
Raising your arms above your head in a stretch, you walked back in, and quickly put the flower in a short glass with water. It would last a day or two at least. You gently touched a petal as you looked at it, enjoying its simple, calming beauty.
Washing the separate leaves, you set them in a small bowl and into the fridge for part of lunch later. After cleaning your hands and drying them, you started grabbing different swags from the ceiling hooks. You traversed to your work room, and divvied them up between both work benches. After cutting their ties and separating the usable parts from the brittle stems did you set to work.
Herbs on one bench, flowers on the other. The intensely bright smells from both permeated the room as you ground. The crunch and crackling filled the otherwise quiet space, alongside the sounds of the pestle grinding inside the mortar, and clinking from filling glass jars. It was slow, methodical work. Many Sisters relied on your crafts, some even preferring your mixes and spells over theirs. Besides them, common-folk liked your works as well. Be it for protections, good luck, healing, you name it. You even got occasional requests for fertility help.
“Witch of the woods” is what the townsfolk have dubbed you. You were thankful for the ones that didn't shun you - yes, there were several people that did: those that live in town and surrounding area, and even visitors, that were wary of you. They say witchcraft unnerves them, and isn't 'real' or doesn't work, even though there have been very obvious results and many happy people because of it. But, you supposed, there would always be those who feared what was 'different'. There weren't many witches in existence, but you most certainly weren't a dying breed and practice; lineages were still going strong. You and kin have been fairly accepted since millennia, as many people look to witches for their prized charms, wards, spells, etc. for protection, guidance, and answers. Those that believe, anyways. A necessary and guiding force for the world is what witches are.
All Sisters are made to swear an oath to be at least neutral: you could choose to do good deeds, or simply observe and immerse yourself in the natural world and the cosmos. Most choose to be neutral depending on their craft, keeping people's reactions and past witch hunts in mind. And kin that chose to become involved in evils of mankind end up in... dire circumstances, to say the least.
You hummed a tune as you continued to separate, grind, and fill bags and jars. A couple hours passed – it was now late morning. Deciding it was time for a break, you removed yourself from a workbench, and worked your back muscles and shoulders. You made your way to the kitchen again to fetch a drink, grabbed a hat and put your boots on, and went outside to the garden. The bright light and greenery was an intense but welcome change.
You sat under a lone fruit tree with your drink, enjoying the cool breeze. Everything was resting it seemed: no birds, no rustling of underbrush from critters, and barely the buzz of a bee.
You wondered how your familiar, Uraume, was doing. They hadn't returned yet with the items you had them search for, and it had been over a day. You've only had them for about one month, but you couldn't help but worry about them like a parent would a child. They were quiet, but polite (at least with you) – oddly protective as well: there had been an instance of someone being rude to you, and Uraume had told them to, “Watch your tongue.” Said person decided to leave you be after earning Uraume's icy stare. They didn't like to stray far from you, unless told otherwise. Uraume's quietness had something underlying to it; you couldn't tell what it was, and they weren't sure themselves. When you asked in relation to it, they responded, “I'm not sure. I just feel like a piece of me is missing.” Puzzling. Two other instances surprised you, and you concluded they were a soul reincarnated. You even made sure you had the proper summoning rites set up! So, as how to how their soul became involved was beyond you. You weren’t sure if you were lucky or not, accounting for the fact it was extremely rare for familiars to be reincarnated souls. Yet, Uraume had a nature of servitude built into them from what you observed. Compared to other instances of rebellious souls. So, realistically you were lucky. You still had to remind yourself they were still their own person, even under the circumstances.
You shook your head thinking about their whereabouts again. Uraume would be fine, you told yourself. Capture was a possibility, but not likely – their form was highly coveted; not to mention they were perfect in terms of familiar standards. Although, a familiar could not turn hands unless its master died – and even then, it still had the choice of following into the ether or not. There had been talks decades ago of a spell to transfer ownership – whether or not said spell existed, you did not know.
You would have to continue being patient, and not fret over them. Feeling refreshed from the break, you made a quick check of any plants you could trim for sprigs. This season has been kind to you so far with plentiful flowers and lively plants. At the moment, just lavender, and common herbs like thyme and sage were harvest-able. You made quick work of trimming making a snipping motion with your fingers while eyeing the areas to cut, and took the sprigs inside.
You really needed to finish packaging and separating the orders in your work room, but you took the few minutes to tie up the sprigs and hang them in the kitchen. Best to not let them lay.
Taking a deep breath, you quickly went back to the remaining jars and bags that needed filling. It took about 30 minutes to finish that portion. You placed them in their respective boxes, and labeled those for the specific patron. Most would need to be delivered to your shop; just a couple would stay at your home to be picked up from there.
You began cleaning up: bowls and the utensils went on the counter to be cleaned later; twine and the scale were a quick put-away to their respective drawer and cabinet; the other items went to shelves or drawers. So absorbed in your tasks were you that you didn't hear the front door open and close, and the light footsteps that followed. It wasn't until your name was called.
“I'm back with the items you requested, My Lady.”
You spun around, a smidge startled at their entrance to the work room. Placing a hand on your chest you breathed out, “Oh, Uraume, you're back! Good, I was just wondering about you earlier. I'm glad you could find everything. Ever so efficient.”
You watched with positive appraisal as they phished out from their leather bag the objects, setting them on the edge of a workbench, alongside something else. “I also found this on the way back. I thought you would enjoy it.” It was a white trout lily.
You retrospected, “How ironic. I just had the raven get me a yellow one this morning... It looks lovely. Put it in the kitchen with the other for me, please?” They did as they were told, returning quickly.
“Come with me to town?” you asked.
Uraume bobbed their head in a nod.
“I just need to pick something up for dinner. I was thinking maybe some salmon? It seems I forgot to eat lunch as well, so we can have trout lily leaves the raven harvested with it. And something else of your choosing.”
They bowed slightly, “Whatever you wish.” They didn't expand further on what they might like too.
Uraume followed you upstairs to your bedroom as you went to check your appearance, and don some jewelry. They themselves changed their clothing to clean attire: a frosty-white yukata, paired with a black, monks outer robe; purple mo-bakama; and setta, as per their request. It was... an odd one to say the least. You chalked it up to their past life preferences. When you two went out, you definitely turned heads and got some looks - it took some explaining that they were your familiar. People eventually got over the bizarreness of it.
Finally ready, you both went into town via destination spell (you could have driven, but you didn't feel like driving. And Uraume most certainly would have crashed into a tree and looked at you with a straight face afterwards – they still were learning), and ambled to the butcher shop. You picked out a filet of salmon, and Uraume pointed out a finer cut of beef for tomorrow. You paid for both items, and left after thanking the owner.
Stepping outside, you asked Uraume again, “Are you sure you don't want to stop anywhere else? Picking another thing to go with dinner, I mean.”
They contemplated a moment while you both walked, “This is an odd request My Lady. But, an apple would be nice. And a couple plums, at least for later in the week.”
You couldn't help but be mirthful – you expected their response, at least something along the lines. It was very in line with their animal counterpart, and (you felt anyway) their personality. “As expected. Apples it is!”
Saying nothing in response, they continued to walk alongside you as they grasped the meat wrapped in butcher paper. You could sense they were smiling on the inside – their energy radiated it. Going to the corner market, you had Uraume pick out what they deemed fit, travelling back home after their purchase. You found yourselves back in your kitchen, and you had Uraume change then begin dinner. Before leaving the room, you lit the oven with a quick Ignitus. A quick rap on the front door interrupted your flow. Your familiar went to answer, but you stopped them.
“It's alright, I'll get it,” you assured them.
You had almost forgotten: you were expecting a 'delivery' from a Sister. She asked for your help reviving a plant after somebody she knew asked her to do it. Nobody ever said all witches were good with plants. Which is where you come in. You opened the door, and seeing nobody, looked down: there were 4 withering, practically-twigs in the cardboard box. A note attached: Thanks! With three wispy lines scribbled underneath. The note fizzled before disintegrating. This procedure wouldn't take long you guessed, just maybe somewhat taxing on your energy because of the town trip.
If you were to do this, might as well make it easy. “Leviatos.” The box floated into the air and followed right behind. You stepped back into the work room through the curtain that acted as the door between the entryway and there. You made space for the plants on the middle workbench, and set the box on it. Taking the plants out, you inspected them and ran a mental list. First things first: stabilizing the plants, then you could set about reviving.
You searched the shelves for a little jar of rose quartz fragments. Pieces juuust big enough to help support the plants for a couple weeks. After finding them, you checked to see if the plants needed repotting - all good there. Meanwhile, Uraume carried on with dinner: prepping the fish, chopping things for salads; garnish; slicing their apple too, of course. The sounds from it filled the quiet space - you began humming to fill the gaps. You figured Uraume enjoyed it. They did make comment once, “It is nice, My Lady. It helps give me a sense of… familiarity.” Whatever that implied, you weren't sure - maybe in relation to someone they knew?
It took several minutes imbuing energy into the rose quartz, and you pushed a fragment in the dirt of each pot. You heard the oven door open, and Uraume placing the fish into the hot receptacle.
They spoke after shuffling to the work room. “Dinner is all prepped and won't be long.”
You turned your body partway to look at them with a small smile, “Thank you. You are free to do as you wish.”
They bowed despite it not being necessary (a simple ‘thanks’ would be acceptable more than half the time for you). “I shall be upstairs resting then should you need me.”
You focused back on your task (not that it required much focus), inserting another fragment to a particularly poor looking plant. A random happening of goosebumps crawled up your arms accompanied by a sense of… curiosity? Slight malice? You looked down at the plant with a raised brow and pursed lips, “Is that you? Am I getting sass?” No response. Of course not, plants can’t talk. You resumed after hmph-ing from confusion, your voice resounding back to humming a tune. The feeling still lingered albeit barely. You wracked your brain for a particular water spell. “Ah, right. Aquamorph.”
Small spheres of water formed midair, about the size of a quarter each, that you then had phase through the dirt in each pot. Each sphere of water would soak in the dirt over time, give or take a few hours - better than drowning the plant in this case. One by one, you took them into the kitchen to soak up the last of the sun’s rays. You could sense all 4 of them perking up already. You murmured to each one, “Flourish. Prosper in the sunlight.” Each one immediately greened up, sprouting new first sets of leaves.
“There, all better!” you happily stated after tending to the last plant. You would wait to see how they fared after a week, then return them to the Sister for a nice sum of payment. You fussed with the leaves and stems, checking their gloss and firmness (it was also simply one of those that was fun to touch).
“Woman.”
You felt your heart leap into your throat at the strangers voice. You hurriedly sought it out, your head moving this way and that till– a cat. A larger than normal Maine Coon cat - a ruddy-pink one at that. Sitting on a branch in your tree. The tip of his tail fwipped as he looked at you like a king atop his throne would, staring down at peasants. He was magnificent, truly. You blinked. Were you imagining this?
The cat spoke again, asking where you and he were, and where ‘this place’ was. You answered, in awe and fascination, saying this was your home, and questioned him “Why?”. It might not have been the answer he was looking for, but how else were you to reply? He was someone’s familiar, at least appeared to be. But if he was, how did he end up here?
You rebuttaled. "Before you answer, what's a familiar like you doing all the way out here? Where's your master? I wasn't aware other witches lived in town... Your appearance is odd as well. So where are you from?"
You leaned over the counter more for a better look and to fully open the window. From the start of the conversation to now you filed his looks: the growth on the right side of his face, very unusual coloring, his markings that looked more akin to symbolic ones; and… was that an extra set of limbs? This cat-familiar made no sense so far. Plus, he had to be over thirty pounds (you feared the branch may break).
Your comment seemed to offend him, as he bristled and stuck out his chest. The cat, who called himself Sukuna, said he wasn't a familiar and that he woke up in the forest as he was. A proposition of you helping him was brought up. You crossed your arms. Ah, so he must be the source of what you felt earlier, and even now, goosebumps and all. This Sukuna was turning out to be quite interesting. You pondered if you would blab to the others, or keep him to yourself. Choosing the latter would be good: Sukuna would be a fascinating subject to study. You agreed to the proposition, asking what he could give in return.
Sukuna adjusted once more, trying to look like he had something of importance to offer. He was turning out to be highly expressive you noticed. It was cute.
"First, tell me your name, witch. I've given you mine," he demanded.
You gave it, unbothered, having gone through the song and dance of ‘name first, deal later because you're a witch and I don't trust you.’ It was a bunch of crap and only applied to contracts involving life threatening situations. Sukuna, having accepted your name, gave his proposal. He would let you study him; in return you find a way to change him back to his normal form.
You yelped out, “Deal!” once he finished. He gave one that you expected. And really, how could you not be excited - it was a rare, maybe once in a lifetime opportunity! Sukuna and you stared at one another in silence, anticipating the other to speak, maybe some analyzing of you on his side.
Not liking a stale silence, you moved the conversation. “Now that that is settled, you should come inside. Unless you prefer to stay out there? I don't mind setting up an area for you stay outside.” You placed your hands on your hips awaiting an answer.
He huffed at your words, and stood on all six paws and began descending the tree. His form was gorgeous. It really made one think how he might look as a person. Sukuna talked as he moved, “No, I do not wish to be outside. I have experienced it plenty before and I have no taste for it at the moment. Now, show me the way in.”
Choosing not to comment, you rolled your eyes and briskly walked through the front door to the side of the house for him to follow you. You could see now he had a few leaves and small twigs stuck in his fur - you would need to take them out soon before they caused an issue. Sukuna stayed several steps behind as he glanced around as if eyeing little details of the house and fauna. Then his eyes would glue back to you like he was making sure you wouldn't curse him or something. It was a little funny.
“What made you choose to live here?” he blurted out as you made it to the porch.
Random-not-so-random question. Your two's meeting was turning out to be one of a kind, that was for sure. You stepped through the doorway, beckoning Sukuna to come in.
“In short I inherited it. I've been living here 3 years now. I like it. Quiet, quaint, perfect for me and my familiar.”
Sukuna kept walking, albeit cautiously, and looked around the entryway while you talked. You walked in front of him back to the kitchen to check on the baking fish. Sukuna's ears perked forward as he heard you speak, particularly at mention of a familiar. That he seemed interested in. He jumped onto the kitchen island, taking up over a third of it. It didn't take him long to feel like he owned the place. You don’t recall telling him he could do whatever he pleased - very presumptuous of him. But, then again, he was a cat .
You could feel his eyes boring lasers into you while he observed. The salmon looked done - about 20 minutes had passed anyways (even then Uraume would pull it themselves or remind you lest you misstime).
“Are you hungry, Sukuna? If you stare any harder you're going to put holes in me.” You smirked while pulling the salmon with hotpads, and set it on the countertop. You turned off the oven.
“I–,” caught off guard, he grumbled, “Yes, I suppose I do need food.” he sniffed the air. “What is it?”
You replied, ”Salmon. With herbs. You would probably enjoy a salad too, hm?” You couldn’t help but chuckle. You glanced: the joke landed flat with him. You sighed. Sukuna was a very uppity, no nonsense man - cat? Catman? - it seemed. Maybe if you got to know him better things would differ.
“Hmm, so that's what I smelled on the way here…” He mumbled.
That surprised you. “You could smell it outside?” You immediately felt dumb for that comment. Of course he could; the kitchen window had been open.
Sukuna scoffed, “Hard not to. The smell probably wafts for over a kilometer. Enough to attract any wild beast.”
You were tempted to not give him any food for his tone. Sukuna continued to silently watch while you grabbed plates, bowls, and utensils out. You noticed his ears swivelled between those sounds, and something else that was upstairs. Uraume must be up and about. When you began plating, he spoke up. “This familiar that you spoke of earlier. What exactly–”
A scuttling, scrambling sound and a loud fwump sounded to your right, interrupting him. You turned to find the source: a flat wad of white fur with a long, pink tail attached. “Uraume! Are you alright?” You said, shocked. They must’ve fallen from the rafters near the fridge.
As Uraume fell, you failed to notice Sukuna’s pupils expand, nearly taking up the entirety of his red iris. He lowered to a crouch position and launched himself off the island, claws raking into the stone as he projected towards Uraume. Uraume shakily picked themselves up to their four paws and looked up at you, red eyes bright and nose and whiskers twitching. You caught a flash of pink from the corner of your eye just as Sukuna bolted for Uraume. All that in a span of under five seconds.
“Sukuna!! No!” You yelled. You scrambled to run after him.
Uraume couldn’t even get a word in before they were snatched up by Sukuna. A high pitched squeak of surprise erupted from their mouth. You grabbed Sukuna by his scruff the second his jaw closed around your familiar. You were pissed now. You let him in to help him, and he does this? How dare he.
“Sukuna! Drop them! Now!” You reprimanded and raised his front end till his paws barely brushed the ground.
Sukuna complied robotically. Uraume skittered away a few paces after being let go. You walked over to them and kneeled, checking them over - no bite marks, no blood. A crisis near averted. “Thank goodness,” you whispered.
Uraume squirmed out of your hold, most likely not wanting to be touched after that scare. You stood up and turned to Sukuna, ready to mouth him off. Your voice died off in your throat as you were beginning to ask Sukuna why he did that, only to find Uraume now sitting in front of Sukuna, looking up at him with a smile on their snout, while he looked down at them. A clearly dazed and shocked expression crossed his features. You didn’t know what could possibly have been running through both their minds. One second he was snatching up Uraume, ready to kill; the next they’re making peace? You stayed silent while you waited to see what would unfold.
You stayed back watching, seeing Sukuna's eyes narrow and his expression furrow - a clear sign of confusion. His next word floored you.
“Uraume?”
A/N: Our cute little albino rat familiar, Uraume is here! ❤ Headpats to the first person that figures out the slight foreshadowing leading up to Sukuna :)
(18+) bsf!Suguru x fem!reader - (mentions of reader x satoru)
Having a best friend is great: the kindness, love, shares of laughter. Until is isn't. Until that platonic love twists and turns deeper, and deeper.
cw: suguru's pov really; yandere themes/behavior(?); lip fixation; non-con; drugs; kidnapping; thoughts of muder; rape/sa; oral (m receiving); suguru has possessive/obessive thoughts/ideas; 'pet' names (little dove, sweetheart); *reader is dating satoru
a/n: was weirdly compelled to being writing this some time ago. I have not written anything dark in aaages, so kinda rusty with this, maybe not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ if im missing a tag/warning let me know
Ringing.
It's the only thing resounding relentlessly in the confines of Suguru's ears. Sounds of the city absolutely blocked and drowned out. His eyes are zoned in on you. You and Satoru – his best friends. Seeing Satoru's hand attached to your shoulder as he says something, slightly bent to have more personal speaking contact with you, makes him feel sick to his stomach.
“Hey. You alright?”
Your voice reaching his ears snaps him out of his burning stare. A worried furrow situated your forehead and eyebrows. The burning blue irises of Satoru joined your staredown. Suguru swears you're the only thing keeping him sane currently -even if your choice in choosing the lanky, white haired man made him displeased. . His said white haired friend? He was a different story.
Suguru clears his throat as his vision clears and focuses back on you, “Yes, quite alright. Was just lost in thought about where you and I could possibly eat?” He excluded Satoru on purpose - any chance to get you to himself. Like how it used to be.
“Awww, but what about me?” Satoru garnered his and your attentions with a little puppy pout included.
Suguru loved Satoru as his friend. Lately, however, he was simply grating on his frantic nerves and sanity. Ever since he snatched you up.
You try to pipe up, be the doting, comforting girlfriend. Suguru beats you to it. “Sorry Satoru, but I was hoping to spend some time with her. Like we used to. Besides, don't you have to leave in about ten minutes?”
Satoru grumbles in agreement, preceded by a very publicly seen, overly done head throw-back and loud sigh.
“I'm sorry baby,” you chirp to Satoru, “but... I have to agree with Suguru on this. We haven't been able to say hi to one another as ourselves lately. All three of us can go out next time, yeah?”
A “Fine,” is huffed out of his pouting face. Right away, he lowers his face to your level and gives you a kiss to the lips, and plasters a few pecks on your face, eliciting a giggle from you.
Suguru has to withhold himself from grimacing, instead choosing to be 'polite' and glance away. He wished it was himself showering you in love. One day.
One day.
One day.
He keeps telling himself he just has to be patient.
Satoru says his goodbye's, making the choice to just leave earlier – something of which Suguru is ever so grateful for. You, however – and much to Suguru's dismay – have a slight air of sullenness at his choice. Ever so clingy you are; just like your boyfriend. Your behaviors are always so cute to Suguru, so long as he images it is himself in Satoru's place.
Now, it's finally just him and you. A near sigh of relief escapes him.
“Let's get going, shall we?” His eyes twist into their false, closed-charm, while the corners of his lips tilt upward in a smile.
He holds his hand out for you to grab. You grab his arm instead.
Suguru can't recall the last time he was allowed to spend one-on-one time with you – it had to have been months it feels like. He feels himself being drawn to reminisce, and maybe foolishly announces, “This is nice,” as he and you keep moving forward to your designated restaurant. “I don't recall when we were able to be like this, together. It makes me think of old times.”
Suguru catches out of the corner of his eye as you look at him. You laugh wistfully, almost warily. “Tell me about it. I miss it too. I'd never leave your side though, you don't have to worry about that! You mean a lot to me.” Your beautiful lips turn into a radiant, yet meaningful smile.
Your wonderful, cherished smile. Those lips coated in gloss today - not that horrid blue you insisted on wearing simply because your boyfriend loved how it complimented you.
Either way, it was something Suguru has daydreamed and dreamed many a time about: lost in his dreamlike haze while he's caressing your face, enjoying the feel of your hair as he runs his fingers through it; brushing his thumbs over your bottom and top lip, smearing any color you've applied to them; sweetly placing pecks to them, proudly wearing any smudged application that might transfer to his own.
The date outing is going wonderfully, Suguru feels: some idle chatter between you and him, meaningful conversation tucked and rolled in between; laughter; smiles. So many smiles from you.
Oh how Suguru loved hearing your voice and your animated face and gestures, even if they were a little shy and unsure in some instances.
All of it floats through his mind like clouds illuminated in color by the dawn. The food is simple, but hearty and filling – nothing special really. He eats, hardly paying attention to it. Yet still makes comment and note of it to keep conversation flowing, or if you make mention of the food. You even offer to share with him. Of which delights Suguru to no end, sending flits through his being.
It truly does make him reminisce of years past. Of times when it was just you and he. Just you and he being kids turned teenagers, having a laugh during and after school hours. Sneaking off to go by the river or to the park when school let out, all to murmur desires and wishes in life; at times silly things for manga and books; other times still messing around with critters crawling or hopping in the grass. And sure, both he and you made other friendships. Nothing near as full and heartfelt as what you both shared though.
Suguru was smitten with you then, and still is now. Wanting for you to be in his life forever, just the two of you to hold hands, run, laugh, experience life together. He will hold you to your previous words. Said feelings are just maybe not as strong as now.
Somewhere down the line, though, Satoru popped up.
Then the possessive thoughts started. The obsessive. The dark, twisted, sick thoughts of making and keeping you as his. Jealousy was an ugly color on him. But he managed to blend it into his everyday life and hide it well behind the midnight depths of his eyes.
He can't help it, being jealous of you and Satoru. You were friends with Suguru first, long before Satoru came into the picture. You were supposed to be his. You were everything he could want, and then some. He feels he doesn't deserve you. But he wants to have your attention and devotion oh, so terribly. It's the kind of mental war and hurt that keeps him awake for hours into the night, spiraling thoughts becoming unsavory. Many a fleeting thought of killing Satoru goes through his mind periodically.
Suguru and you grew up together, not far from one another, in the same area: he lived a few doors down and went to the same school as you. You would invite him over for school study sessions, and vice versa. As kids, he and you had sleep overs. Things began to shift as both of you aged: drifting apart a little in middle school as you both found new friends and companions, yet always choosing one another at the end of a day; high school flew by but not without difficulty. Finding internships and part time jobs for respective interests and jobs and career paths, studies and exams slamming in like a freight train. During those times you liked to have him over for semblance of peace and comfort, aside from assistance. Your mom and dad would bring snacks, ask if you needed anything. Both yours and his parents and other family members thought you two were secretly dating. You were so close with one another! Disappointment hit when you adamantly denied. Said no.
Suguru disagreed - wasn't there a reason you shared your deepest desires, darkest secrets, intimate details? Once even undressing with no shame in the same room as him. He recalls a most furious blush and painful erection had sprung up. He even remembers you eyeing it up from the corner of your eye and biting your lip gently before averting your sight immediately as he nearly sprinted to the bathroom. Amusement park 'dates' were in order too, hand holding and the cliché ferris wheel ride, sharing food and drink from the same straw.
The only saving grace in high-school was Satoru. He was a welcome distraction – for a time. Smarts near akin to Suguru's; trying to make light of things and crack jokes a lot; got Suguru in trouble numerous times (they both had fun); had a healthy amount of likes and dislikes, disputes and arguments that were always made up after. Satoru even had an attracting aura like his own.
And attract it did. But oh, if Suguru did not despair seeing you pulled into it.
He remembers when his and Satoru's friendship progressed even more after you three graduated. At that time you weren't around too much (unfortunately for Suguru), what with work and helping your family out. When you were around, those little shifts began of you becoming closer and closer to Satoru. Suguru forced himself to dampen his vitriol. Eventually, things settled down, and Suguru, you, and Satoru were all accepted into the same college - a blessing Suguru thought: he could finally spend more time with you! Until it wasn't.
Not long after being fortunate to live on campus and start classes, Satoru latched onto you. And you him. What did Satoru have that Suguru didnt??
“There's no reason we can't still be friends and hang out, Suguru!” He recalls you saying to him, not an ounce of apology nor shame in your tone. That word, 'friends', it made him cringe and seethe at the same time wanting to throttle his male best friend then whisk you away for himself. He accepted anything you would give him though - every laugh and smile, shared snack and note became little things he filed away to replay during the days you were not there.
Suguru was obsessed with you.
The depths of his soul housed his hatred for Satoru, and undying, clutching, suffocating love for you.
Many a night Suguru dreamed of making you his, forcing Satoru to watch and be on the sidelines. At times torture him, before or after made no difference to Suguru. Satoru stole you.
Everything - life - has ran at a steady flow. Even now things were okay. But that river has been slowly dwindling as Suguru felt his patience, sanity, and good conscience ebbing.
Satoru was naught for want - Suguru thirsted for the attention and heart eyes you gave the ocean-eyed man. Everything else was insignificant to Suguru. Earning such life necessities was easy enough, if not tiring and draining at times. But you. What did Satoru have that he did not? Was it the money? His carefree nature? His looks? Personality? What would Suguru need to do to make you his?
The only thing that helps distract him from meandering thoughts: your lips. The only pair ever he focuses on and feels drawn to near every time he can lay his violet eyes on you. Ones he found so sinful yet attention worthy. When he was younger, more simple, heart fluttering ideas of mere kisses happened. Now, imagery of forcefully grabbing your face and smashing his lips to your own were what occupied his head space. Sucking the breath out of your lungs till you were dizzy; biting them till they bled and caressing with his tongue in a soothing apology.
And lately, his mind has conjured another way of occupying those lips and your mouth. Damn Satoru and his love for lipstick on your pretty lips - Suguru feared it was driving him up a wall. Having to witness you and Satoru making out, you leaving faint marks any place on his face, neck, and collar bones. Ooh, what Suguru wouldn't give. Late night ideas and even early morning day dreams have coalesced: the dark tip of his cock battering the back of your throat while his hands gripped your hair and kept your head in place as your nails dug into his muscular thighs.
Was that particular thought from hatred and a want for payback? Maybe a means to keep your sounds to himself? Perhaps. All he knows is that he wants to hear your sounds as he pleasures you, and you him.
A handful of instances of hearing you and Satoru throughout the midnight hours had been enough to have his own cock weeping sadly in arousal and lack of touch - enough to have him fisting the sheets and biting his bottom lip raw because he promised himself he wouldn't jerk off unless it was himself being the cause of your pretty moans, gasps, and cries.
But now.
Now.
Now.
Now now now.
Forward thoughts of ‘do it now; it's the perfect opportunity’ highlighted at the forefront. And really, it was true. Now was an opportune time.
The current party at Satoru's must have taken its toll on your social battery. It is loud afterall. Not in the clubbing type loud with blaring music and flashing lights. Just with raucous laughter, milder music, hoots and hollerings, and games. Round after round of good drinks and warming foods spread across the tables. All held within Satoru's own lavish house.
Or mayhaps the many drinks you swallowed were the cause. Two of which he did drug put supplements into – just to help you rest better, of course. Suguru knows you begin to tire out more towards the middle of any taxing event. It was a good ploy, and the drugging executed perfectly as the opportunity to go to the kitchen to fetch the drinks for you landed right into his hands.
He was forced to sit across from you and Satoru. Forced to watch Satoru subtly trail his hands over your thighs, maybe even higher up still judging by your reactions. It does not matter, Suguru kept telling himself. Tonight is the night. Certain things would make up for that instance anyways.
Not very long after excusing yourself – thirty, maybe forty minutes – Suguru followed suit.
He slipped away quietly, making sure Satoru was no where in sight to not be spotted. He nonchalantly made his way upstairs, knowing the other party goers had knowledge of him being Satoru's close friend. He knew Satoru wouldn't think to ask either, already knowing Suguru would more than likely check up on you. That, and being preoccupied with his party guests. Him having a couple of drinks does help considering his low alcohol tolerance. But maybe Suguru should have given him a mild sedative of sorts beforehand? Just something to help muddle memories of the nights events.
No matter now. The chance came and went. You were the target now. And Satoru, the entire time of knowing Suguru, was none the wiser to his intentions.
Ideas of having you to himself began to arouse him, slow, steady breaths becoming deeper as he felt his mind start to race from excitement. His right foot landed on the top-most step, the faintest creak accompanying it, and he made his way over to your and Satoru's shared room.
The music and voices were loud enough to drown out any loud thumps should anything happen. Could Suguru have chosen a better plan and chance to make you his? Yes. He is well aware of that. But this would teach Satoru a lesson. And you.
Suguru prayed to his non-existent gods you were asleep on the bed. He didn't want this opening to go down the drain.
He cracks the door open ever so slowly, peering in. The bedside lamp is on. Wonderful. And straight away, there you are, sleeping soundly with limbs splayed and one hanging off the edge of the bed while you sleep on your back. You looked such a soft mess. Almost like a baby.
Suguru carefully, silently, opens the door further. He stalks towards you after shutting and locking it, his feet but a whisper on the floor, trying to not wake you. He can't help himself as he brushes his finger tips on the edge of the bedding while he slowly walks. He trails his eyesight up the length of your form, appreciating every little detail and curve beneath your clothing.
His murky eyes finally meander up to you face, just as he stops his moving and stands still near your head. His eyes fixate on your lips instantly. Dark blue lipstick. It accentuates you so well. Satoru knows as much too - he has immaculate taste in fashion design, Suguru has to admit. He noticed that color was Satoru's favorite for you, had you wear it anytime one of your outfits accommodated for it. Most often he had you wear it in the bedroom.
A quiet, shudder of breath leaves Suguru's lungs. His fingers twitch. Your lips are so pretty being slightly parted. Your entire being is ethereal.
Impatience arose. Suguru tamps it down. He felt his dick jump slightly in his pants, already more than half hard in the short journey up the stairs to taking in your peaceful form. He slides his hooded gaze up and down your clothed body for several more moments before moving a hand into his pants to palm at his erection. He braces a palm on the night stand to balance himself. After a few strokes and he ever so quietly, unashamedly shimmies his pants and boxers off.
He clambers onto the bed like a silent predator. Fleeting seconds pass – not a stir from you. Adjusting himself, the soft rustling of sheets accompanying his movements, his knees now bracket your head. The ghost of your breath being exhaled faintly brushes over his length and balls. Suguru shivers ever so slight. Finally. After endless days and nights spent thinking of this moment, it has come to fruition. Albeit unknowingly to you. No remorse is felt though; he's here to collect his due after all.
His hands move on their own. They shake lightly as he gently cups your face and brushes your lips with his thumbs, effectively leaving color imprint on himself and smearing it on you. Bringing a thumb up to his mouth, he licks and sucks until no more lipstick is left. He brings the same hand back down to adjust his cock and lead the head towards your mouth. You warm breath is mind numbing on his tip.
Knowing he might not have much time, he hurries himself, keeping in mind to not rouse you from slumber – for now. His tip kisses your lips. His pre-cum attaches and smears. He nudges his tip in just until he feels your teeth bump it. Hooking a thumb into you jaw, he slowly opens your mouth while feeding his cock into it. Your tongue, your warm, wet cavern felt heavenly. Suguru swears in his mind that if we were to die, he would want it to at least be now while he could feel your warmth.
Once more, he adjusts himself so he can hover over your chest, and leans over part way to allow better access to your mouth. Now he could continue properly. He repeats his previous actions, this time going in deeper and deeper, nearly hitting your throat. Ever so slowly, Suguru glides his dick in and out, over your tongue. Your teeth a gentle scrape he relishes in. All of it has him shutting his eyes and tilting his head back as he tries desperately to not moan despite lack of better stimulation.
Looking back down, he sees faint traces of your dark blue lipstick smeared onto his shaft. Just enough to cause a minor haywire in his brain. Just enough to excite him even further than he already was.
Suguru hangs his head down, thankful his hair is done up, with lips parted as he watches more intently. He nudges deeper still and increases his pace. A near indistinct sound of schlick can be made out by his ears now – he smiles. Now, he makes the move to the back of your throat, stuffing himself in for a split second before easing away. He quickens, balls now having a slight sway.
Your eyes flutter. Suguru feels your muffled groan through his dick. Not pulling out, he waits a moment for you to register what's going on. He hears and feels your body shift under him as he finally settles his weight onto your chest. Your hands fist the sheets and he observes as your eyes fly open in panic.
He shoves his cock down your throat, effectively choking you.
The absolute, sick joy he feels knowing that you've registered it's him even under the influence. Both of his hands brace and squeeze your jaw now to prevent you from chomping down or shifting your head. He keeps himself lodged, not enough to choke. You sputter and begin thrashing, your cry's muffled while drool spills out, and your hands grasp onto his thighs with your nails raking into him. He feels you pound your fists into him. None of the pain registers.
He hushes you, “Shhh shh sh, it's alright sweetheart! It's just me.” An expectant and pleading look on his features.
Still having a strong grasp on your face, he settles his thumbs heavily onto your bottom teeth, still preventing you from causing him injury.
Suguru grits his teeth as he battles you. “All will be well soon enough, you'll see,” he mutters, lost in his fantasy of finally having you as his.
Moving his fingers, he squeezes your cheeks inwards so your molars gnaw on the flesh and his thumbs on the outside first and foremost. Your lips push outward yet still stretch around his cock – an odd sensation to Suguru as he goes in all the way and feels his own thumbs through your cheek muscle and fat, your teeth still a pleasurable scrape. He moans softly while going to his hilt, stuffing his tip in the back of your throat, maybe even farther down still, and keeping himself there. Drool spills out even more around the edges of your smudged lips, most pooling into the back of your mouth.
He felt your body continue to fight; begin to panic at now lacking oxygen. He did not bother looking, too transfixed on your distraught, disgust filled face, eyes filled with hate and hurt. Most of all your beautiful, beautiful lips smearing that lipstick all over him. A wonderfully ironic metaphor of Suguru wiping Satoru out of your life.
You'd learn to love Suguru. Fully. Truly. Even if it took something such as this.
Tears fill your eyes now, realizing, through your muddy yet clear thoughts: no one is coming.
The assault continues. Your arms and hands slack, instead curling into fists atop his thighs as he uses you. A pleased grin settles on his face and his eyes relax even more. His orgasm was nearing, even without much stimulation. Once more he hurries, now battering your throat with harsh, quick thrusts. Burying himself to his base, the sensation to cum rears its head intensely. He throws his head back, mouth parted in a silent moan as his entire body tenses. The throbbing of his cock is intense as his cum spurts out quickly, shooting into your throat and spilling into your mouth.
“Swallow.” He grits out, crazed and possessive love in his piercing gaze.
You can barely comply, sputtering, drooling, trying to not choke – he's still lodged in. Feeling your muscles constrict and relax numerous times to take the whole of his release brought Suguru euphoria. He pulls out when you finish.
After gasping in air, you croak out a hoarse, “Why... why are you doing this to me,” between ragged breaths and coughs, tears streaking your face.
A false smile of love and care spreads. Something flashes in his eyes you don't dare name. “Because I love you, silly.” Immediately his stare flattens and turns dark, smile now gone. “You're mine. You were mine first, and are mine now. And you always will be. You don't need Satoru. You never have, and you never will.”
The back of his right hand caresses the side of your face as that same false smile returns, chipper tone back in his sultry voice. “But don't worry my little dove. I'll make sure to keep you happy, mend all of your hollow parts. Keep you filled and satiated. Fill all your holes with me. After all, you did say you'd never leave my side.”
Like a lost little lamb, you dared not protest as his large hands found your inviting neck.
“Hey, Suguru,” a tipsy Satoru approaches him. “You were gone for bit. S'she ok?”
Suguru had just ventured back downstairs. He couldn't help the happy horrid-ness surround his heart knowing his white-haired 'friend' wasn't privy to what transpired.
He returns, “Of course. She had woken up and wanted to chat for a little before going back to sleep is all. She asked you to not bother her. Said she has a terrible headache and needs to be alone now.”
“Oh. Alright.” Satoru made no further complaint. But slight suspicion and worry flashed in those two simple words.
Suguru slings an arm around his 'friends' shoulders, “Come now, let's continue having fun, hm?” he exclaims
He leads him back to the tables where everyone else sat. And now was the time to keep feeding Satoru lies, spiked drinks, and lead him away from thoughts of you. And someday too, Satoru's chatter would cease – Suguru would see to that.
Would he ever tell Satoru he laced your drink with something enough to make you drowsy and pass out for a short time? Or the fact you'd be in better hands now that Suguru was able to kidnap save you and whisk you away? Of course not.
Even the best of friends hide at least one or two, or more, or-- deepest, darkest secrets from one another. And your new whereabouts would be something Satoru would need to pry from his cold, dead mind.
You were safe now. Soon to be far away. Soon to be joined by Suguru. And he can finally have his happy life with just you in it.
a/n: coming up with dark ideas is so funny because then the next thing i'll come up with is fluffy lmfao
Chapter 1: Walked up the stairs, the sunlight hit my face
series masterlist ◇ chap. 2
Pairing: cat!Sukuna x fem!witch!reader and familiar!Uraume
Synopsis: Something feels off to Sukuna... and he quickly finds out what it is. As he tries to make sense of the form he's in now, he walks with no real direction, eventually stumbling across a field stone house in the forest...
Contents: no warnings; Sukuna pov; he is so confused and trying to figure things out; he's just a lil' bratty~; that's about it tbh--
A/N: The first chap is finally here! Sorry for the long wait on this one, but thanks for your patience. I forgot to edit the masterlist beforehand that this is with a fem!reader... apologies about that!
The soothing warmth from the suns rays touching his body is the first sensation he makes note of. The quiet rustling of leaves as a steady breeze flows through, the next. The twittering and songs of small birds resounding in his ears. The smell of earth: grass, duff, moist soil. But everything feels... off. New. Heightened.
Sukuna cracks his eyes open, temporarily blinded by bright light and shifting shadows. Taking a moment, he makes note that he's lying on the semi-uncomfortable ground. He shifts and goes to stand - only to fall on foreign legs. Looking down, he sees that not only does he have 4 front feet paws, but his entire being is no longer human.
He stares blankly at them, his mind riddled with confusion and shock. After several moments, Sukuna processes what his eyes now see: four front arms and paws, back legs, an absolute mess of pink fur that feels heavy on himself, and a feather duster of a tail almost his bodies length. He wondered what his face looked like.
His band and line markings are still present he notices. But he can't help but notice another aspect is missing... He could figure it out later he supposed. A cat though, of all things to become? It bemused him as to why it was that specific creature.
Once more Sukuna has a go of standing, taking his time, one leg and paw after another. This time he's successful. He's wary though, giving himself time to adjust and get used to the newfound weight on his limbs. Shifting himself, he lifts one paw and leg at a time - a means to test balance. He lifts his two front, right side legs, and nearly falls over. Sukuna shoots out the same limbs to catch himself. It would seem he would need to wait a little longer to try more 'involved' tests. Feeling familiar enough with his legs though, he moves onto his other senses. Shutting his eyes, he tries to take note of his internal workings, and what surrounded him.
Sensation overload hit him quickly.
He sits down, slightly disoriented, and gives himself a minute. He tries again. Attempt number two was a struggle of blocking out noises while trying to figure out smells. A plethora of different things assaulted him - some noteworthy, like the fact he could register specific animal scents such as deer and rabbit, squirrels. How his brain was able to recognize them was beyond him. But then again, he was now in the body of a cat, so really, why should it surprise him? Other smells of course were common: the musty scent of decaying leaves and loamy soil; the clean air from incoming breezes. Of which felt more enjoyable than usual he notes.
Eyes still shut and satisfied, he went onto picking up sounds. There was the obvious leaf rustling and bird chirping, but Sukuna became aware he could tweak his ears and pick up on smaller noises: a distant clattering of a woodpecker drilling into wood to his left; bees buzzing at a not far hive behind; moles digging below.
It was all very fascinating. Should he be in a different setting he would say he was enjoying it.
His brief enjoyment came to an end as he came to the realization that he forgot he was in the middle of unknown woods. Alone. Out in the open. And any wild animal could come to hunt him.
Sukuna ignored the fraction of fear setting in. If he were in his true form, he would be just fine. But no, of course he had to be in a build he had no real idea how to use - yet. He hoped he would get used to it. No pesky humans were bothering him at least; this was better than being someone's pet. He could be alone this way, which he preferred, and he was free to do whatever... But what was he supposed to do now? Finding shelter, food, and water was a given - but what then?
He let out a large huff.
Pushing himself back up on all six paws, he scanned his surroundings. Trees, trees, and more trees; forest floor growth of ferns, flowering plants, and who knows what else. No shocking sightings, no signs of how he might've landed here. No scents that were alarming to his newfound instincts. He wasn't prey for the moment thankfully. Sukuna had no idea how that would play out - more than likely with him dead. He surmised he was fairly large, and he still felt powerful. Trying to flex and angle his body for running, attacking, and dodging would be difficult though.
Curious, he upturned a forefront paw and flexed it. Then curled it. Large and long, clear, curved nails protruded out. Perfect. He would be able to defend himself well should the need arise, and catch food. Climbing would be an issue he would figure out soon, but shouldn't be difficult.
Pleased for the moment, he began walking. Where to? He had no clue, but picking one singular direction was better than aimlessly wandering. Which he still technically was, just in a straight line, but eh, semantics. He figured he would end up somewhere eventually.
Walking on six paws was an odd sensation, picking up on the more profound feeling of damp earth and tree debris mixed with grasses and other plants, but it wasn't terrible. Very quickly his natural body functions and instincts kicked in - unconsciously picking up on the smallest of sounds, eyes flickering to the flight of birds. Having heightened senses started to amaze him he realized. Sukuna had forgotten how superior cats were to some animals, and even humans in a way.
As he thought that, a blip of a memory crossed his mind, interrupting his steps.
A black cat with the brightest of yellow eyes looking up at him while he crouched and simply... looked at it. "What a small but fierce creature you are..." he recalls murmuring to it. He had then reached out with one of his four hands to stroke one of its ears, to which it leaned into.
Sukuna now found it ironic: him, a four armed beast as some would like to call him, petting an animal that was revered and yet was not scared of him. And here he was, now a cat himself. And, judging by how his sight was altered on the right side of his face, it was safe to say that yes, he was still disfigured on that side. He shook his head slightly at the thought of it all.
Still carrying on his singular path, that small memory made him realize he could still remember his previous life. Not for reminiscing sake, but because he wanted to see if could recall past events, he attempted to dig into the trenches of his mind for more possible ones. Unfortunately, nothing came. Nothing that he expected anyways. What Sukuna did dig up instead, he felt was very out of body.
It was strange being himself again, even if it was in the past. He recalled standing in an engulfing void. It was him, and two others were present: one sat on the ground, although their form was blurry; the other, with a shock of white hair and a fair bit shorter than himself, stood right next to him. Sukuna feels as though he was having a rather important conversation with the person sitting on the ground, but the words were a haze. He had looked down at the white haired person standing next to him and placed a hand on their shoulder when they began to cry. For what reason Sukuna wasn't sure. Then he and them turned and walked off into... nothingness.
Uraume.
It hit him like a slap in the face. Sukuna stopped in his tracks. Yes, Uraume, that was their name. His unexpected aide and devotee. Bits and pieces of their appearance flitted about in his mind; he chuckled at the fact they hardly grew even after their first meet up. A simmering temper under that iciness too. His and their dynamic was an interesting one - both feared by society for being different, and both subsequently finding an odd companionship with one another.
He shook his head. What did it matter though? Sukuna never felt a strong connection to them, and just let them do their thing as they were useful for him. Besides, Uraume was not with Sukuna when he woke up, nor were there signs should he have been able to find any. For all he knew, Uraume did not reincarnate as he had. As his thoughts addled him, questions presented while he continued his steady trek through the forest. Why did he reincarnate? For what purpose was there? Why was he placed in such an odd location, alone?
Nothing could quite add up, and frustration surfaced that he couldn't remember much. There were no signs of his aide yet, if there ever would be either. There was also the matter of his appearance. From what Sukuna could surmise, he was still disfigured. Maybe not as severely as his human counterpart, but still enough - once more leading to why?
It angered him. The Gods must have been having a laugh; they must be playing a cruel joke on him and his every existence. It was as if he wasn't allowed a fresh start - to just be normal. A cursed being indeed. Was he being punished for something or things he had no recollection of? He bared his fangs in animosity at all of it. He was going to show the universe that if it wanted to try and teach him a lesson, it should've tried harder to keep him chained down. Because he would find a way to change back, come hell or high water.
Nearly lost in the anger plaguing him, he almost didn't catch the smell of something delicious wafting in the air. His stomach grumbled lightly. Right, food; Sukuna had almost forgotten he would have to eat soon if he wanted to continue on. He slowed his pace, trying to tamper his emotions and focus. Anger could come at a later time, and so could finding a means of change.
He scented the air - it smelled of herbs and fish; smelled appetizing. It was a few degrees off to his right. Sukuna could only guess it was to the northeast based on the angle of the sun, just a few hours left before the stars showed their twinkling. He hurried himself, bounding into a trot, his ruddy pink coat slightly bouncing with each motion, tail out straight. A human or other could mean help, answers. And if not, then the very least temporary shelter.
He counted the seconds in his mind, digits that became equivalent to a couple minutes. Soon enough the grasses increased, the sunlight brightened, and he came into a small clearing. The increased brightness made him squint a little. As his eyes adjusted, they beheld a place one would think came out of a fairy tale.
A modest, two-story field stone house with patches of moss and lichen affixed. Virginia Creeper latched onto the sides, making a show of itself. An assortment of bushes, shrubs, some with berries, others not, were joined by a plethora of flowers of which added vibrant splashes of color in the sun. A couple of trees were incorporated, standing tall above the garden. All of it was surrounded by a wood picket fence painted brick red. To the rear, a chimney letting out a small stream of smoke made its presence. There was what Sukuna only had the word to call an engawa on presumably the front of the house. Five windows stared back at him from the side of the house - if there were more on the other sides, he couldn't tell from his angle.
He had found the source of the earlier smell now. Sukuna did a quick survey of the land even though he sensed no danger. He approached, slowing back to a walk, leaving a trail through the grass. There was no significant movement outside, nor inside from what he could see. He made it to the fence and barely squeezed through, confirming that he was indeed large. Nothing in the garden was of interest to him, and only butterflies and bees resided at the moment. Wanting to see if anyone was inside, he had a look at the trees. If he could climb it, he'd be able to see into the nearest upstairs and downstairs windows.
Trying to scale said tree was more difficult than he'd thought. Having the extra limbs meant coordination was slightly awkward. Sitting at the base and simply jumping and trying to grab hold didn't work too well, his weight being a challenge.
He thought for a moment, trying to replay when he saw cats back in the day climbing - most ran to the vertical object before leaping and clambering up. Putting it to the test, he backed up a number of feet before launching himself to a run and jumping, a blur of pink. Sticking out his first set of front paws and claws, he dug them into the wood as soon as he landed. He scrambled on up, trying to alternate his front paws and push with his back. He slipped once, but made it to the first tree branch.
It was a little higher than the bottom window, but it would do for now. He glanced at the upstairs window, frowning - fabric obscured his means of seeing in. Now with one option, Sukuna peered inside the downstairs one. He wasn't able to see too much, but it looked to be a kitchen. He saw part of a tiled countertop with some sort of metal receptacle in the middle of it. A few bowls and utensils sat atop the counter, and were joined by a few bunches of dried herbs and two mortar and pestles. Another window was in the wall above the sink, letting in more light, and a small plant sitting in water rested on that window ledge. He was unable to see much of anything else. Having no other light source inside was of no help either.
A distant sound caught his ears. It sounded like a voice, a woman's. Humming? It drew closer, becoming more pronounced. Yes, it was definitely humming. It was... soothing. Sukuna focused on his view through the window, hoping to see the source. He only just now saw that it was open a few inches, face morphing to annoyance at his lack of observation. He could have tried pushing it up more to crawl through. But it did explain why the humming sounded clear.
As if popping into existence, the woman came into view, hands holding a medium pot with a dying plant. A calm look graced her features while she was focused on her task at hand. Sukuna crept forward, trying to get a closer look. A sage colored dress adorned her form, accentuating her skin and form; no jewelry appeared to be present; her hair was clean and well kept. She placed the pot down, and after gently touching it and studying it, leaned in and whispered words to it. Sukuna's eyes widened as it quickly greened up and sprouted new leaves.
"There, all better!"
Sukuna snapped out of his concentration when he heard your exclamation. It suddenly clicked for him - a witch. A seemingly well versed one too. One that could very well help him in his predicament.
Feeling that the witch would leave soon, despite being preoccupied with the plant, he called out uncaring of potential consequences. He had heard tales of witches, powerful ones, and now he was in the presence of one. Maybe not quite what he was used to, but she could very well be his only source of help. He needed to garner attention sooner rather than later.
"Woman." He called out. He sat down on the branch and slowly flicked the tip of his tail as he awaited her response.
He watched her jolt in surprise and whip her head around as her eyes searched for the source of his voice. Sukuna swears he could feel her heart beat. A startled look came across her features as she spotted him and stared.
He couldn't blame her - a cat talking? Even if she was a witch, it might very well not be normal for her. That aside, hearing his own voice started even himself. He spoke. He could still speak! He felt a little dumb for not trying out in the forest earlier.
Continuing on after his slight falter, "Woman. Where are we? What is this place?"
She continued staring in awe and then tilted her head before answering. "In... a forest? This is my home. Why?"
Not the answer he wanted. It was quite obvious he was in a forest and that this place was her home. Annoyance flickered at her ineptitude. He was clearly lost and confused, and needed specifics. But more importantly, why wasn't she screaming and running? Maybe she thinks she's hallucinating? Hell, maybe he's the one hallucinating and this is all just some fever dream. It was a bit preposterous though he felt and brushed the idea aside. He opened his mouth to speak more before being cut off.
"Before you answer, what's a familiar like you doing all the way out here? Where's your master? I wasn't aware other witches lived in town... Your appearance is odd as well. So where are you from?" A quizzical look crossed her features. She leaned in farther over the counter top to get a better look at him, and opened the window all the way to hear him clearer.
A familiar? What was... oh, those things. Sukuna could only assume they were akin to a shikigami; a servant-master type relationship. But the gall to outright say his looks were 'odd' - the audacity of her.
He was going to try and play coy, beat around the bush, but not after that comment even if she had no idea who or what he was. "Watch your tongue, human. I'm not this 'familiar' that you speak of. I go by Sukuna, and you will address me as such. I've been seemingly reincarnated from being human to this... form, and woke up lying on the ground in the forest. This isn't ideal for me, and now that I've found you, I need you to change me back into my true form."
The witch smirked and crossed her arms. "Oh? Is that so...? You're awfully demanding for a first meeting..." The last bit she muttered under her breath. "Well then, Sukuna. Strike me a deal, and then I'll see about helping you."
Sukuna poised more, putting on airs while he considered what what he could offer. He could provide information of life during the Heian period, but for all he knew she had knowledge on it. His only other option would be his body. Dying wouldn't be an issue if he didn't have so many questions unanswered and new things to learn about. He supposed he was an odd case, the witch's interest appeared to be piqued albeit skeptical at him being reincarnated. It would have to do: bet on the fact she's never encountered someone reincarnated as an animal.
His instincts warned him to be cautious. Sukuna had heard of asking for a witch's name first before one should agree to anything, as a means of escape or collateral. Or was it to not ask should they be angered and do who knows what after? He took his chance; what was the worst that could happen?
"First, tell me your name, witch. I've given you mine."
She gave her name, in a rather chipper manner too as if this was an everyday happening; he filed it away, just in case, even though he really did not care. It definitely did not strike him that it was a fitting and nice sounding name for her.
He hmm'd. "How about this then. Let me live here, and you'll find a means to change me back to my human body. In return, I'll help you depending, and even let you study me without torturing nor killing me. I'm sure I'm a special case to you. If I'm to be in this world I do not wish for the rest of my days to spent as a cat."
As if she knew exactly what his deal would be, he no sooner than finished and "Deal!" was proclaimed.
The look of faux innocence mixed with excitement was not lost on him, and he worried what was in store for him.
A/N: Thank you to those who read and your support, and I hope you'll enjoy future chapters! I will try to have chapter 2 out sooner rather than later💛
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