#Heian era AU

[gelatosushix]

[theorphicangel]

thinking about sukuna showing his (rare) physical affection for your through head pats.

The first time is a little awkward, he does it without thinking and immediately regrets it for some reason. Yet once he sees the way your lips turn into a pleased smile it fits perfectly into your routine.

His palm softly pats your head each time he leaves the room or embarks on one of his long journeys across the country for a couple of weeks.

a silent way of saying "I'll be back soon brat."

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Sukuna’s Wife and Yuuji’s Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) scenario: Heian era childhood

Request by @serendipitylovescat

A/N: This is a possible origin story for Sukuna and Y/N in this onee-chan au, but I haven’t made up my mind as to how the two met and what their lives were like in the early days. Much like with the Joker’s multiple choice past, it’s the mystery that keeps on giving. Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE.

Trigger warning: child abuse, bullying, violence, swearing

Ryomen Sukuna. Two-faced Sukuna. Bastard. Murderer. Halfling. Demon.

Normally, parents give extra thought when naming their children. For a lot of boys, they’re usually named based on desired traits like “strong” or “powerful.” But for this son, his father snidely called him “two-faced” and the name stuck. 

Like every baby when they are born, Sukuna arrived in this world covered in blood and weeping. The other villagers could only think of the worst outcome for his mother. After all, so many young wives who were healthier than she died during labor, so it was only normal to expect the stick-thin woman to pass on. 

But for better or worse, she survived. 

A smooth delivery would normally be a thing of celebration, a living mother and her plump baby were supposed to be a blessing. For Sukuna’s parents, such a thing was a curse. 

Born with four arms and four eyes and suspiciously symmetrical birthmarks, such an abomination could only be a curse. 

His father suspected his wife of seducing a yōkai, he became a drunk and beat his wife daily, unwilling to even look at the thing that she claimed to be his own son. The other villagers believed that he ate his twin inside their mother and was punished by the gods. 

No one knew the truth, not even the child himself. 

One thing they could all agree on was this: Sukuna was a monster. 

He was a monster who pushed his father into doing bad things. He was a monster who caused his mother shame and suffering, as she loved to remind him every single day.

Sukuna leaned on the tree, watching as the other kids in their little village played tag. His stomach growled but he could only ignore it. If he returned home to eat, his mother would yell at him. He only ate when she was asleep or beaten into unconsciousness by his father.

“Found you.” 

Sukuna looked up and beamed. That’s right, everyone except one person hated him.

Unlike him, you were normal as far as his eyes could see, but you didn’t like staying in your house and you didn’t talk about your family. Neither of you liked anything or anyone in this village, only each other. 

“Onigiri with fatty tuna I caught this morning,” you said, sitting next to him. 

Sukuna voraciously bit into the rice and fish, savoring every moment with gratitude. “You’re the best cook I know.”

“Tell me if you want some tea. I managed to sneak some out.”

“Thanks–” his grin faded when he spotted familiar black and blue spots on your inner arm. They were the same bruises his mother had when she tried to block her husband’s hands.

“Who did this?” He asked, his three free hands grabbing your wrist.

“Ryo-chan,” you said his nickname–you were the only one who was never afraid of saying his name–“you’re hurting me.”

“S-sorry.” He pulled away two hands and softened the grip on the remaining one. He gently rotated your arm to get a better look. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Did you—”

“Hey, Ryo-chan…” You shook off his grasp, causing him to frown, but you quickly intertwined your fingers together, making him blush. “If I told you I plan to run away, will you come with me?”

He almost dropped the onigiri. 

Your smile became sad. “I… You’re the only one I will ever miss. I don’t like this place.”

He put his remaining hands over your connected fingers and he blurted out, “Yes!”

You blinked, wide-eyed.

He cleared his throat and looked away. “I-I mean, yes, let’s go.”

Your face brightened and he smiled back. 

That’s right. Even if this damned village burned to the ground, as long as your hand never let go of his then nothing else mattered.

Additional headcanons for this scenario:

Sukuna’s dad never hit him because deep inside the man was actually afraid. So he took out his frustrations on his wife, who in turn, blames her misfortune on her son. 

Speaking of Sukuna’s mother, she was a vain beauty, the most gorgeous in their village during her prime, and was distraught when her appearance faded due to malnutrition during her pregnancy. The entire time, she silently prayed that the baby would die early so she could recover quickly. So in addition to her husband’s mistreatment of her, the loss of her looks has made her resent her son. 

The other village kids didn’t like Sukuna because he gave off a “disgusting energy” (or “bad vibes” as today’s lingo would call it). Some avoided him but others went out of their way to gang up on him, beating him up and stealing whatever he carried, be it food or toys from you.  

Sukuna didn’t fight back because he truly believed that he deserved every bad thing that happened to him. That being said, he allowed himself one selfish choice and accepted your company, enjoying your friendship. The only warmth in his otherwise dead existence.

The first time Sukuna resorted to violence was…it was a few days after your proposal. It was a few minutes before day break and he caught the other kids holding your head down a nearby pond. He didn’t know what he did, only what happened after: you were crying into his chest, hugging and thanking him despite the blood all over him. 

After washing himself, he walked you home, hair and clothes still wet from the pond, your mother was the first person to see you. Instead of concern or worry, she slapped you across the face in front of everyone before dragging you away by the hair.

Because it was your mother, he could only watch on, until your eyes met and you whimpered his name.

That night, a little village with no more than fifty people, burned to the ground as two children watched hand in hand. 

A/N: Speaking of multiple choice past; in JJK (and sadly, even in real life parts of the world), twins are considered bad luck. What if Sukuna didn’t consume his twin in utero and they both survived? What if both fell for Y/N? What if the current Sukuna killed and ate his own brother because he wanted to, in his own sick way, combine himself and his twin into one being so that Y/N wouldn’t have to choose?? Hot damn. The perfect yandere love triangle. But what a pain that would be to write without illustration LOLOLOL.

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[yuesya]

What if Shiki was born in the heian era or centuries before jjk? Would her technique be something the gojo clan would want to resurface again? I like to think she’d beat Sukuna because I love the idea of him loosing against a Gojo twice.

How do you think she’d feel when she gets incarnated again? Would she fuck up Kenjaku’s plans out of spite?

Hmm... so maybe something like... instead of Yorozu incarnating in Tsumiki, it's Shiki who incarnates in Tsumiki instead! Oh boy I already have a few ideas for how this might tie in with [REDACTED] but unfortunately we'd also be getting into [REDACTED][REDACTED]-

Anyways.

Shiki incarnates in Tsumiki! She kinda wakes up and goes like... 'nope.' Dead is dead, and she does not appreciate being rudely pulled back into the world like this. (Due to [REDACTED] her circumstances of incarnating are a little different from the others who've made proper binding vows with Kenjaku.)

At any rate, Tsumiki wakes up from her coma, and... surprisingly enough, aside from being able to see curses now, there's actually no other change at all for her. No sudden jump in cursed energy, no new cursed technique. Everyone is confused, but at least Tsumiki seems to be okay.

Sukuna probably gets a nasty surprise when he switches vessels over to Fushiguro Megumi and tries to kill Tsumiki, though.

[kenjakunas]

sukuna design is from tojishole on twt and kenny design is heavy heavy inspo from purgatorism on twt i think i changed like max three things. also i think it keniaku on here ????? Dont quote me tho sobs

[sukunasweetheart]

Why do you like Sukuna so much?

I was halfway through writing up a few paragraphs but i ended up scrapping it bc i ddint knwo what i was saying anymore. Hes just. My everything

I JUAT LOVE HIM SAUR MUCH WHAT IS THERE NOT TO LOVE??#;@**# HES SO GRRRRAAAHHHHHHHH 💝💓💝💓💗💗💘💓💝💕💘💞💓💝💗💝💓💝💞💝💞💘💞💓💝💓💓💝💘💞💞💝💓💝💗💓💝💘💞💕💘💞💘💓💓💗💝💓💝💘💞💘💕💞💝💓💝💓💞💝💞💞💝💞💓💝💗💝💞💞💝💓💝💓💝💞💞

[elysiannnnxd]

sooo.. i haven’t posted ina while, so let me introduce my jjk oc!

INFO!!

Name: Yoshikage

Prns/gender: non binary, they/them (fem leaning)

personality: crazy, insane, blood thristy, loves distruction, loves building things, lives for the high of human suffering, basically harley quinn, great at hiding it under a normal human personality, childish, curious

fighting styles: uses cursed energy and cursed weapons/able to make weapons with their gears and definitaly had gears with sharpened edges used for throwing like a boomarang

LORE: Yoshikage knew sukuna and uraume before he became a curse as like friends or sum idk, and then sukuna became a curse, and then they became his servant like urame very devoted, and then during a battle they got stabbed through the heart and died, thousands of years later they got reincarnated in a 15 yr olds body but their soul was still the same so they still had the memories of the heian era, also that made them around sukunas age in the shibuya arc, they attended the jjk school a little after megumi, so before yuji, and when they met yuji they had a weird attachment (not knowing it was sukuna but they could feel hes presents) and in the shibyua arc when sukuna revealed himself after eating the fingers they were immidietly by his side and sukuna has also been waiting to reveal himself bc he could also sense the og soul of them from heian era, and when uraume came they all reunited/Yoshikage betraying yuji and the others because villain arc real.

extra: based off steampunk fashion/harley quinns personality

[redeyeology]

Somewhere 1000 years ago...

[sukunasthightattoos]

Uncle!Sukuna: why the fuck won't you put that damn game down and go outside. When I was your age I'd be gone for days

Nephew!Yuji: Yes you walked to school uphill in the snow both ways, we know old man. But listen, you'd love this game if you tried it I promise! :D

Uncle!Sukuna: doubtful. And watch your tongue, punk ass!

Nephew!Yuji: no really, look! It's a cult simulator!

Uncle!Sukuna:

Nephew!Yuji: :3

Uncle!Sukuna:

Nephew!Yuji: :33

Uncle!Sukuna: ....give it to me

[gelatosushix]

Another WIP of my Inuokko Heian era AU piece. This time featuring peacefully nodding off Toge

[whirling-fangs]

[ dying breath ] - heian au. muzan sends inosuke away to find a flower for him.

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

[ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying

Do you remember it? That bright blue flower, basking in the sunlight... right by that rock you really like. The tall, shiny one.

Of course he remembered it. How could he forget the peculiar look of that flower? Its intricate petals woven in impossible shapes, so delicate that they seemed to have been crafted by man's hand. Its vibrant color, standing out amongst the weeds and the moss that covered most of the forest's ground.

A beautiful blue. Much like the tips of your hair, as Muzan had pointed out.

Why now? Inosuke wanted to ask. Why was that flower so important now? Why would Muzan need it all of a sudden, when they had both chosen to leave the flower where it was – where it belonged, out in the wild?

The wooden floor creaked under the boy's bare feet. The paper doors had been pushed shut, preventing any air from filtering inside or outside the room. The doctor said it was to keep any germs from entering the room ; Inosuke was persuaded that the old man really meant the other way around.

It was suffocating. The atmosphere had become so heavy that a perpetual miasma seemed to hang in the air, so thick that Inosuke could feel it licking at his skin. Just to prove a point, he had pushed his boar hide above his brow.

None of the servants dared to enter the room without a towel wrapped around their faces. People avoided to walk past those doors, avoided the building altogether. It was a natural instinct in all of them, it seemed. One that Inosuke had seen before in the beasts of the wild.

A natural fear of those marked with the hand of Death. Fear that its reach would stretch further, and drag them along with the condemned.

Inosuke had reached the door. He set a hand above the paper panel, fingers curling around the wooden plank. He could see them trembling slightly, much like the rest of his body.

His head slumped between his shoulders, his hand still on the door. A trick to keep himself from rushing back to the futon where Muzan lay.

"I'm not bringing it back with me. The flower."

He couldn't turn around. He couldn't bear to look at the sorry sight behind him anymore.

This wasn't the curly head he knew.

The emaciated visage. The skin so pale that it seemed transparent. So fragile, so brittle, that a mere gust of wind could have turned him to dust and washed him away.

"I'm just gonna make sure it's still there. I'll clean the path. I'll push the big rocks away, fill in the holes. And once the path is clear... I'll come back here to get you. So we can go see it again... together..."

His sentence ended in a pathetic whimper. He felt the tears roll down his cheeks in a ceaseless flow, while his hand slipped down the doorframe. He brought it straight to his lips and bit down hard, in an attempt to keep the cries from escaping his throat.

A rageful motion of his opposite palm wiped the tears from his eyes, before he tugged the boar fur over his features once more. Both hands dropped to his sides, ruptured skin oozing with fresh blood across his right palm.

He wanted to say so much more, but the words refused to leave his knotted throat. He would have to make it a quick trip. Locate the flower, find the fastest route to it, secure the path. It was a simple plan, really. A matter of a day, maybe two at most, depending on the weather's whims.

Inosuke gave a powerful tug at the door. He heard it rattle against the railing, the outside air pouring in with a strong gust as if to try and suck him away from the room. A cool breeze caressed his cheek, so welcoming and comforting, a far cry from the toxic air that hung inside the young lord's chambers. Gentle hands tugging him outside, away from the clutches of the ominous force that inhabited the room.

I'll be right back, Inosuke did not say. As he pushed the door behind him, and ran to the outer walls in great leaps, he did not turn around to greet Muzan goodbye. What was the point anyway? He would be back within a day. They had been separated for much longer spans of time before.

Inosuke leapt above the wall and hurried into the deep woods, without ever looking back. He didn't need to. He would always find the way back to that room. He would describe the flower in great motions and bright images, perhaps bring back a single petal of it as a way to confirm his words, to cement the promise. He would tuck it behind Muzan's ear, or perhaps tangle it in one of those long curls of hair, so the two of them would match.

As the tears came streaming down his face, Inosuke was certain of it. As he lost his footing and tumbled into the ground, as his hands clutched at his chest, unkempt nails sinking into skin to try and claw his aching heart out, Inosuke knew it for certain.

They would meet again.

[sunhated-a]

🌺 (heian verse 🥺)

"What I like about Inosuke? Everything."

Young Inosuke is so full of life, it's almost contagious. With the way his eyes lit up when he was telling Muzan some outlandish story, to the way he ate his food with gusto. And how big he smiled when they went on one of their outings and found something new to bring back.

But most of all, his kind heart that was hidden underneath that prickly hide.

Everything about the boy encourages Muzan to live his life to the fullest, no matter what.

"I don't know where he came from, or who sent him but... I'm glad."

[shinyspanishgem]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jogo & Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen), Hanami/Jogo (Jujutsu Kaisen), Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna & Uraume Characters: Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Tengen (Jujutsu Kaisen), Hanami (Jujutsu Kaisen), Jogo (Jujutsu Kaisen), Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen), Zenin Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Inumaki Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi Additional Tags: Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Original Form, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is His Own Warning, Homebrew Sukuna backstory, Mahito is His Own Warning (Jujutsu Kaisen), Not actually Mahito, Alternate Universe - Past Lives, Past Lives, Curses, Curses Have Feelings Too, Denial of Feelings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fushiguro Megumi is a Zenin, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Mild Gore Summary:

"So then, why was the youngest but the strongest child of the Zenin clan hesitating? the child.

The blue-haired curse was holding a human child, not a human-looking curse or a ragdoll, a light pink-haired actual human child. The curse looked straight at the Zenin's face as it curled slightly upon itself as if he was instinctively protecting the child"

 Little is known of Ryomen Sukuna's sealing, but even less is known about his upbringing. How does one come to be the strongest sorcerer AND king of curses in one lifetime? Surprisingly, with found mentors (family) and a bit (just a tiny bit) of care on the side. Of how the special-grade curses we know and loathe raised Sukuna in their past lives, unknowingly damning themselves and the world (emphasis on themselves).

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

me looking at your upcoming works hoping for pt.4 of the gojo fic knowing damn well we're not getting any

THE PICTURE PLS 😭

Okay, okay, I’ll post some drabbles of some scenarios based of the fic! Honestly, I’d only do a pt4 if JJK was completed because at least there's an ending to look forward to (did I word that correctly?)

Keep an eye out for thoseeee~

[yuesya]

I know that Heien Shiki and Yuzuki didn't have any children but hear me out on a heart wrenching thought I had.

They have only one child. A little girl that doesn't survive past four years old. (Maybe the same condition as Yuzuki?) The loss of her makes Shiki and Yuzuki unwilling to try again. By sheer coincidence either with a single character, the sound or meaning in her name; Tsumiki also has that in her name.

Just imagine Shiki waking up in the modern day(maybe looking forward to finding Yuzuki?) and one of the first things she learns is that her vessel shares part of her lost daughter's name. Like logically she knows that Tsumiki isn't her daughter reborn, but yet...she can not allow this girl to be harmed.

Also did Kenjaku know what they were doing when they choose this girl as the vessel? Do they dare to have the audacity to mock Shiki's dead baby like this?

Oh yikes, there would definitely be extra angst points in this AU if this was the case.

It would also change up the situation -previously we have Shiki being Not Interested in Kenjaku's games or fighting anyone, she just wants to see Yuzuki again. But if we suppose that 'Tsumiki' (/or some related name) was the name of her dead child then I think she'd definitely have a bone to pick with Kenjaku. Which begs the question of why he would think that this is a good idea in the first place...

Supposing that Kenjaku knew exactly what he was doing... one can only surmise that he deliberated intended to draw Shiki's ire. Hm. Possibly to orchestrate a Sukuna vs. Shiki encounter again and benefit from the results?

[screampied]

𝜗𝜚 ( 6 ) TAPES FOUND BY "SCREAMPIED"

𓉸ྀི an. hi people welcome to my first kinktober event! some things may be scrapped + tweaked or added on but i will try my best to complete them all. make sure to heed each of the warnings before each fic. happy almost spooky season! ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა taglist : open

𓉸ྀི cw. all “tapes” will contain explicit content and will each be tagged accordingly with their proper warnings.

OCTOBER 1ST. BLOODLINE.

feat. vampires! sukuna ‘n choso + threesomes.

؏  summary. when they’re both 10s but they’re also vampires. hungry blood-thirsty vampires who’ll stop at nothing to claim you. with how sweet you taste, maybe humans aren’t so bad after all.

cw. vampire! au, threesomes, double penetratíon, manhandling, spít-roasting.

OCTOBER 7TH. WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?

feat. ghostface!toji + roleplay / knife play.

؏ summary. you know girl, usually when someone’s about to get stabbed, they scream—not moan. ghostface is supposed to be scary, intimidating, terrifying. but what happens when he’s tall, hot, and has a scar that runs down the right side of his lip? maybe his motive this time was to make you scream out his name in another way. welcome to act three.

cw. slight dacryphilia, glove + mask fetish, manhandling, body worship, corruption kink.

OCTOBER 14TH. THE GRUDGE.

feat. ex-husband! gojo + hate séx.

؏ summary. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasn’t the best idea. it was only supposed to be one more time—but that’s never the case, especially when you literally were once married to gojo satoru. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basket—it’s right between your legs. boo!

cw. brat taming, hate séx that turns into make-up séx, dumbification, body worship, brēeding kink.

OCTOBER 21ST. DEMON DICK GAVE ME AN A!

feat. true form! sukuna + monsterfucking.

؏ summary. in dire need of inspiration for a last minute demonology project you end up actually summoning a demon by accident. not only is he just a demon, but he’s sukuna ryomen—the king of curses. he’s pissed, ticked, but most importantly, he’s got two … dicks?

cw. college!au, heian era sukuna, manhandling, he uses his stomach mouth(s), double penetratíon, bréeding kink.

OCTOBER 29TH. STILL WATCHING?

feat. cult leader! geto + exhibitionism.

؏ summary. think twice before you decide to act like a brat in front of your cult leader boyfriend. what you thought would just be another lame bent-over-the-knee spanking for a punishment was instead geto shamelessly fucking you in front of his entire cult. but thanks to you, his meeting just became a lot more interesting . .

cw. brat reader, public séx, dumbification, órgasm play, spít kink.

OCTOBER 31ST. GHOST IN THE MACHINE.

feat. neighbor nanami + órgasm control.

؏ summary. playing with yourself on halloween night? check. forgetting your walls are literally paper-fucking-thin? check. not being able to make yourself finish? embarrassing also check. but thanks to your neighbor, he fixes that for you. what does screampied really mean? you’re about to find out.

cw. guided masterbatíon, pleasure dom nanami, body worship, praise, turning nanami pússy drunk, bondage.

filmed by screampied.