Form: Longfic (ongoing)
True Form Sukuna x Reader I 18+ Explicit I Slowburn
Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence
Summary: Living an unhappy, suffocating and lonely life in the city of Tokyo, you dream of change, an adventure, a different life even. Little did you expect, that a Stranger named Sukuna would walk from ancient times right into your modern world. And little did you know that this captivating Stranger, being on a secret mission himself, would turn your life upside down…
Permission
Chapter 1 / Read on AO3
Form: Longfic (completed)
True Form Sukuna x Reader | 18+ Explicit | Slowburn
Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence
Word count: 171k
Chapter: 48 / 48
Summary: After Sukuna destroyed your Village, you’re on your way to find a new purpose of your life in his shrine. How will serving the King of Curses play out for you?
One-Shots:
Oh what a sight
Open up. Nice and wide.
Harder (Permission)
Pond and Poetry (Permission)
Would you still love me if I was a worm?
Soft Circles
Foreplay - Part 1 / Part 2
Taking Over
Scratches
A Dance for a King
All of them are True Form Sukuna x Reader. You can find them all and more super short writings on my AO3 and here under the hashtag: #nighty drabbles
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Sukuna, new to the concepts of intimacy and affection, often struggles to express it. There’s no doubt he enjoys when you wrap your arms around him so fearlessly or smother him in kisses like it’s nothing, but he can’t seem to get over his pride enough to that.
As a result, the maximum he will do is pat your head like you’re some pet while you’re cozied up in his lap. Sometimes he’ll tuck your head in under his chin to look at whatever nonsensical task you’ve taken upon. Very rarely, he’ll offer to brush your hair.
But then he feels like as sufficient as he is in himself, he’s not enough for you. Your relationship is far from conventional and he often feels baffled by why a person like you would even love him. However, come hell or high water, he won’t let you go.
So now that the morning sun has brightened up the room, he can merely admire his clingy ass woman— hair all disheveled and sheets tangled between your legs, blissfully in a state so relaxed when a killing machine is right next to you.
He doesn't even know why his hands reach to caress your face, thumb gently rubbing against the smoothness of your cheek. He's so screwed.
“Infuriating woman,” he's not sure if the words he's used have ever had such a soft undertone to it. But he doesn't mind anymore, strangely.
“Not nice of you to wake me up so rudely.”
His hand halts, a scowl forming on his face. You were awake?
“Tch. You lured me into this.”
You gasp, propping yourself up as he pulls his hand back, “it's my fault now?”
“You're insufferable.”
“Don't be so ashamed. You can do more of it, I'm not complaining.” You pull his hand back onto your cheek, demanding his affection again. You're too brave for your own good. But that's okay, he prefers that.
He pinches your cheek at the display of your shameless clinginess, “you truly are infuriating.”
Just like that, he welcomes you on his lap again where he best prefers you. For now, the fact that he lets you be so near is the best display of his feelings. The once proud and mighty man feels his pride flush down the drain when it comes to you.
Sukuna told me to tell you that you need to stay hydrated and take care of yourself and have a happy weekend because we’d be so helpless otherwise queen
And Sukuna told me to give you the best wifey award 🥹🫂
As the shrine burns, his voice rings out: “I'm doing you a favour. You're just too irrational to see that right now.”
Cont:
Thea couldn't breathe. Smoke and ash filled her lungs, every exhale ended with a croaking wheeze. Her kosode was stained with blood and dirt, a deeper rough than her hakama. The slashes on her chest were shallow, she was alive only because he willed it.
The shrine was on fire. The Honden groaned and trembled beneath the light breeze, tongues of flame licking the sky. Buildings that had stood for thousands of seasons collapsed in on themselves like a child cowering from discipline.
Grand shadows that belonged to the Haiden, the komainu, the stage, were either gone or smoldering. The torii gates had fallen atop one another, uprooted and pushed to the ground.
Blood roared in her ears. Her frayed nerves demanded that she sprint into the trees, that she run until her feet were bloody and the smell of burning flesh no longer scorched her nose. But she couldn't feel her legs.
He was still talking.
“Not going to heal yourself?” he asked. Her only saving grace was that he decided to uphold the meager distance between them. Blood dribbled down her chin, but she was too tired to wipe it away. Turning her back to him was idiotic, but she needed to find her blade. Where had he thrown it? “Don't be boring. Stand up.”
Her fingers sank into the dirt, trembling with exhaustion. She dragged herself forward, in the direction of her naginata. Tears, sweat, and dirt marred her face. How pathetic she must have looked, crawling on her hands and elbows towards a blade that he could snap between two of his fingers.
She could heal herself; she could siphon the energy that was oozing from him and use it to stitch up the gaping wounds on her body.
The thought of using his cursed energy, the image of his curse sinking into her skin and pumping through her veins made her nauseous. That same cursed energy was the reason for the pile of bodies near the great hall. Every person, every priest, every shrine maiden, every wanderer, had been reduced to carcasses haphazardly tossed out of his way.
When she was close enough, she reached for the hilt of her naginata. As soon as her shaking fingertips grazed the wood, it exploded in a hail of splinters. He had been watching with vague amusement as she desperately tried to reach it, waiting for the right moment to squash her hopes.
Her hands curled into fists, arms quaking with effort. Tears fell from her eyes and landed on the upheaved ground. The dirt swallowed them eagerly, offering no comfort.
“This life that you cling to,” Sukuna said, walking closer. He crouched down next to her broken body, tilting his head to the side. His presence was oppressive, smothering. She didn't lift her head. “You said you find purpose in helping them. Those broken, weak creatures.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to block out his voice. Desperate to ignore the truth that he spoke.
“Maybe if you gave enough, if you sacrificed your dignity, they would come to appreciate you?” One of his massive hands seized her upper arm and rolled her over onto her back. The movement made her wheeze. Her eyes, golden and misty with tears, finally met his gaze. “It would never be enough. To them, you'll always be a tool, nothing but a useful pet to cower behind when they need it.”
His mouth curled into a sneer.
“And here you are, still trying to be weak like them,” he hissed. “Trying to roll over and die.”
She gritted her teeth and swung her left arm up, a piece of the shattered naginata lodge in her palm. She aimed for his eye, but never got the satisfaction of landing a blow.
He caught her wrist and squeezed until the shard slid out from her limp fingers. Then, his grip softened. His thumb pressed against her inner wrist, feeling her pulse. A foreign emotion softened his face and it terrified her.
“You'll understand eventually,” he said. Her vision was beginning to go dark. The stars overhead blurred together, fading until all that she could see was his four blood red eyes. “Or not.”
Her eyes slipped closed, her heart slowing down as she lost consciousness. Sukuna released her wrist and grabbed her by her filthy kosode. He hauled her over his shoulder, carrying her down the trail of broken torii gates.
so i wrote an app for fic planning and wanna share it ◡̈
buongiorno fellow writers~
i’ve spent whatever spare time i have lately building a tiny writing planner app to help me stay organized with my writing. (the real reason: i have adhd and once the idea hit, my brain wouldn’t shut up until I built it, so i had to.) i think it’s finally getting to a point where it could be useful to people besides me.
what it does right now
keeps all your works in one place (series + one-shots), series can have sub-series too (kinda like seasons in a show)—so you can organize ideas, outlines, tags, characters, etc. (actual story text still lives in your own docs)
per-story idea dump you can flip into “real” pieces whenever (plus a master ideas page with filters)
every work has an outline tree where you can build out an expandable bullet hierarchy for your plots.
master character list you can tag across different stories and filter your whole dashboard by who's in what
tag manager that lets you add tags and divides them into batches of 50 (so tumblr stops yelling), with a copy button for each batch—credit to my girl @starmapz for asking for that feature!
you can set up your own custom statuses (different sets for series vs. chapters) and save links to your actual drafting docs (google docs, or anything else)
it’s running on hobby-tier server & database, so it’s totally free and should stay that way for a good while. that said, i can only invite a small group at first—about ~10 active fic writers—and my moots get dibs.
there’s one catch—no automatic backup on the free tier, but i've added an export/import button so you can download everything in one click if you ever want a local copy.
also, it’s a side project, so expect a few rough edges. feedback, ideas, and “ugh, why doesn’t it do X?” rants are welcome while i keep polishing.
if you want to poke around, let me know in the comments or in dms. ♥️
quick heads-up: i’m still doing a little ui cleanup and fixing a couple glitches, so invites will go out in a few days once that’s settled.
ps—once we see how much space we’re actually using (and everything’s sunshine and rainbows), i’ll invite more of you. well, if anyone will even be interested, of course.
imma cry if no one wants to use it lol
so, after a bit of testing, it looks like there’s room to let a few more of you in.
still keeping the circle small for now, but if you feel like it could help with your writing and/or planning, hit me up with your email and i’ll queue you up
if we already talked and i asked for your email but never followed up (invite chaos™), please poke me again—i probably lost your dm, sorry!
I can’t believe that in order to tell a story I need to withhold certain information from the reader at first. I’m excited about it and I want them to know.
