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𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ˳ 　　　You had no idea how such a tiny, squishy thing ended up in your room, but you couldn't deny how cute it looked. It floated in, silent and staring, a soft blob with one red eye and odd black markings scattered across its little body. You tilted your head at it, unsure what exactly it was.

When you picked it up, it didn’t resist—just squished against your hands like a plush toy. You couldn’t help but coo at it. “Aww, where’d you come from, little guy?”

If only you knew.

Inside that harmless, blob-like form was the King of Curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna, seething internally. This was humiliating. Reduced to a helpless blob, no voice, no power, and here you were, holding him like some helpless little pet. Sukuna, feared by all, now reduced to a soft thing that couldn’t even speak to tell you who—what—he was.

He would've scowled if he could. The great Sukuna, feared across the world for centuries, and now here he was… this.

You squished him in your hands gently, unaware of the curse’s silent rage. “You’re so soft,” you giggled, gently running your fingertips along his markings, completely oblivious to the dangerous being you held.

Sukuna’s eye twitched. How dare you. If he could speak, he’d—!

But then, you set him down on your bed, a little pillow propped up beside him like he belonged there. He blinked up at you, stunned for a second. No fear. No recognition. Just pure adoration for what you thought was a cute, harmless creature.

You didn’t know any better.

Heat of embarrassment swelled inside him, and Sukuna fumed. This was ridiculous. The King of Curses, the man who once ruled the world of curses, now being treated like some soft little pet. It was beneath him. He should be tearing you apart, not sitting here like some pampered toy. But no matter how much he cursed you in his mind, you couldn’t hear it.

When you leaned down, brushing your fingers over his smooth surface, the irritation simmered down, replaced by an odd warmth. He grumbled to himself, frustrated that he wasn’t more upset about your affection.

“Well, you’re mine now,” you said with a smile, tucking him against a blanket as if he needed it.

Yours? Sukuna almost scoffed. You think you own me?

But still, he didn’t move. Part of him wanted to lash out, but the other part—well, he wasn’t exactly hating the way you gently cared for him, completely unaware of the monster in your room. Maybe it was the softness of your hands or how utterly unafraid you were of him. Whatever it was, the King of Curses found himself… settling down.

It was embarrassing, sure, but there was something oddly comforting about the way you fussed over him, treating him like some precious little thing. Maybe he would stick around a little longer. At least until he could regain his strength.

For now, though, he’d let you have your moment. Just don’t think for a second that this changes anything. He was still Ryomen Sukuna, and the moment he got his power back, he’d make sure you knew it.

But for now… maybe being “yours” wasn’t so bad.　　‿ ݂۫ ׄ ༊࿔

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Had this in my drafts

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jjk men and how they'd be with their kids! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Satoru Gojo ᡣ𐭩⊹ ࣪ ˖ spoils his kid rotten. If they ever get in trouble, he'll be right behind them no matter what - whether right or wrong, this man will defend his kids most outrageous behavior with the straightest face. Gentle scolding - he physically cannot be mean to them. Him and his kid would probably hide from you when you're angry. Again, he spoils them ROTTEN. They mention something they saw while window shopping with you over the weekend? Well, suddenly it's sitting on their bed - wrapped in wrapping paper with a little note that says 'don't tell your mama! :p'

Suguru Geto ᡣ𐭩⊹ ࣪ ˖ this man would quite literally be one of the best father's ever. His kids no doubt would be the most respectful little angles to ever walk the earth. (Only time they get into trouble is when they're hanging out with uncle Gojo, who can be a very bad influence) He keeps the little things in mind, noticing when his kids mood is down or if something is bothering them. Really good at cooking food, most of the time, the kids prefer his cooking over yours. Which is completely understandable. You don't mind it at all, loving the sight of your husband cooking in the kitchen with an apron strapped around his waist.

Nanami Kento ᡣ𐭩⊹ ࣪ ˖ Brings his kids back the sweetest and most thoughtful gifts from his work trips. Is super involved in their lives, knows their preferences and what they dislike - he has a little notebook in his suit pocket to note down things he thinks you, his lovely wife, or kids might enjoy while he's out. Is so good with helping them out with their homework when they don't understand it. He'll explain it in a way that has his kid nodding their head like 'ohh ok dad!'. Makes their lives 10x easier just by being himself.

Ryomen Sukuna ᡣ𐭩⊹ ࣪ ˖ His kids will probably hide behind you when they hear this man's thunderous footsteps cause who isn't afraid of him?!? Openly bullies his kids, especially when they're babies. Talking about how useless babies are when his kids are cuddling with him - they should be terrified of the King of Curses, yet they insist on bossing the literal boss around. His kids would definitely pick up on his language, randomly cussing throughout the day and genuinely not understanding whats wrong with it. His eye literally starts twitching when you tell your kids 'no potty mouth like daddy!' Gives the most extravagant gifts ever to you and his kids. He is the King of Curses, after all. Not a single mother's day goes by where you aren't treated like the queen you are by him and your kids.

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Hey. Minors following me. Internet safety is key!! NEVER include these in your bio/byf:

Medical diagnoses - this is nobody's business but yours. You don't owe anyone an explanation for why you are the way that you are

Trauma - same reason as above

Triggers - people can use these against you! Don't give people tools to hurt you. No one has to know what tags you block. Just block tags to stay safe!

Age - age is okay for adults to include but is iffy when you're a teen. Predators want this information, don't give people more than they need. Just state that you're a minor, that's all that anyone needs to know.

In general: stay safe. If you're not comfortable with every stranger out there having access to this information, you shouldn't post it on the internet.

Play devil's advocate and ask yourself about what would happen if someone searched for your information with intent to hurt you. You do NOT owe anyone an explanation!

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"if you ship this thing it's because you're too naïve to understand that it's toxic and that you wouldn't like a relationship like this" actually it's because I see one of them as a mentos drop and the other as a bottle of coke zero and I want to watch the mess they'll be together

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You can identify a fake redneck by their passionate support of “blue lives matter.” Real rednecks have been in at least one physical fight and/or high-speed chase with police officers and would do it again

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

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yeah “i can teach you” is kind and gentle and warm and comforting. it’s also hot. right

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One of the best panels imo

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from last week

better view on X and patre0n

links in pinned!

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“Tch, stupid woman. Need I remind you of your place?”

The king of curses scowls at you. Who did you think you were? Making him feel soft? But literally all you did was smile at him. It’s also, apparently your fault that your actions made his heart tighten up a little bit.

“I know of my place, thank you very much.” You, exuding nonchalance, step closer and plop down on his lap, tapping his thigh, “it’s right here.”

Damn your cheeky grin. He wraps an arm around your waist grumpily, a part of him impressed by your audacious abilities to challenge him despite being a weak and stupid brat.

“Can’t argue with that now, brat.”

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Sukuna is so utterly smitten with you.

With your very being, in fact. Everything about you he finds beautiful— beyond physical beauty, he finds your very existence beautiful. How you’re so different, so kind and weak, and yet loving of a monstrous creature like him.

He adores your laughs. Sometimes he hears it while you chatter about with a servant, sometimes he says something that makes you laugh— and he cannot resist the small smile from breaking onto his face.

He greatly admires your guts to touch him. Kiss him. Admit how much you love him again and again, never letting him doubt your love. He loves the little touches and how your small frame provides him with an incredible amount of warmth. He dislikes how much he craves it.

Sukuna is smitten. The servants know when they see you seated on his lap without a fear, making the silliest of designs on his tattooed arms with a smile. And they remain baffled as he lets you, his chin resting on your head as he watches your actions. This was the same man who sliced heads off upon a single inconvenience.

Sukuna is smitten, no doubt. But he thinks you’re insane for being equally as smitten with him. But you kiss him and remind him, “You’re the last one who should speak of sanity.”

He sighs, not bothering to argue with you. You’re somehow always right.

And again, with a scowl on his pretty face, he realises— he’s so in love.

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Beautiful Dichotomy

Hello, Hello! Here is the fourth installment in my series of drabbles, headcannons and one shots about Dad!Sukuna! I can't help myself, you guys. Soft Sukuna is one of my happy places!

Dad!Sukuna Series on my AO3 - Here (No real rhyme or reason here, only things they in common are Dad!Sukuna and fluff)

Summary: Headcanons and brain rot about Dad!Sukuna

WC: 800+

CW: female reader, mother reader.

Dad!Sukuna - who you caught playing peek-a-boo with your daughter after watching you do it. You smiled as a thought struck your mind at the sight -  4 hands and 4 eyes. He was definitely the peek-a-boo champion. When you told him this later he scoffed at you and replied of course he was. 

Dad!Sukuna -  You came into the great hall to find your husband trying to teach your daughter to walk. With all 4 hands. It was quite the sight to see. Your 7’3” husband, bent over with a hand on each of hers and hand on each foot, bent over, walking every step with her. As amusing as it was, it was also something burned into your memory for all time. The way he spoke softly to her and encouraged her, was patient with each wobbly step she tried to take. Even the way he called her a brat was somehow sweet. Sukuna was such a beautiful dichotomy. 

Dad!Sukuna - As soon as he found out the little princess was old enough now to eat normal food, it was game over. His own cannibalism notwithstanding - If he ate it, she ate it. If he found some new food to try in the market or on his travels, he was bringing it home to try with her. (This would never change even as she grew older.)

Dad!Sukuna - Who was beaming with pride when he told you his daughter had impressed him with the fight she gave him to change her clothes. Even with 4 arms he struggled to contain the little yokai.

Dad!Sukuna - Who developed a habit of buying you and your daughter matching kimonos. She was your mini me after all, even if she did have his pink hair. 

Dad!Sukuna - Who let his daughter practice her counting on his fingers.

Dad!Sukuna - Who sat there with his eyebrow arched while he watched his daughter attempt to tickle his feet and say ‘tika tika’ over again while she did. When she would look up at him he would say in a dead pan tone ‘Ha-Ha’. She would then laugh and do it again. And again. And again. Until he would reach his limit. Then he would snatch her up off the ground and tickle her tummy, smirking at the way she would laugh and smile up at him. She may be annoying but he had to admit she was pretty cute. 

Dad!Sukuna - Who would walk around the gardens holding his daughter’s hand even if he did have to bend down for her to do it. He would patiently let her drag him from flower to flower, squatting down and telling her the name of the flower and if it had any uses. (This would be why by the time your daughter was 4 years old she could correctly name every type of flower and tree in the vast gardens)

Dad!Sukuna - Who bought his daughter anything that he thought she might like. Having grown up dirt poor and homeless, he tended to go a little overboard on spoiling his girls. He had no intention of stopping. 

Dad!Sukuna - Who enjoys reading bedtime stories to his daughter. When she falls asleep in his arms while he is reading he will still finish the story. She has a habit of waking up if he stops speaking too soon, fighting hard to stay awake.

Dad!Sukuna - who you have caught many times taking a nap, sprawled out on the tatami mats in the sun with your daughter, on her back, sprawled across his stomach in the exact same position. She may look like you but she is her father’s daughter. 

Dad!Sukuna - who likes to randomly go ‘BLAH!’ with his stomach mouth and scare your daughter when she least expects it. She yells and runs away, hiding behind you or Uraume then peaking around at her father and laughing. She in turn tries her hardest to do the same way to him. He looks at her, puts his hands in the air and says ‘ahhh so scared.’ She laughs and runs to him for hugs immediately after. Every time. 

Dad!Sukuna - who does not seem to care what he is doing. If his daughter comes to him and wants to be picked up or held, he does it every single time.

Dad!Sukuna - who was an unwanted child and does everything in his power to make sure your daughter knows that while he is an asshole (he’s self aware, he owns it), he loves her. He never wants his daughter to doubt for one second if she is loved and wanted. 

Dad!Sukuna - who looks at you and his daughter together and feels a warmth spread through his veins at the sight of his girls smiling at him. 

Dad!Sukuna - who looks at you across the room, and you know that look. You bite your lip and look at your sleeping daughter and think - she would be a great big sister.

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[ID: Screenshot of the Notes on an AO3 fanfic. They read: “ Started writing it. Had a break-down. Bon appétit.” /End ID]