#ryomen sukuna headcanons

[angelltheninth]

I don't know if everyone is having baby fever rn, but I do. Could I request a Sukuna with baby fever? Like totally feral Sukuna shooting and shooting and making reader a cum dripping fountain until both of them are rambling incoherently? Is that too specific?? I do have a baby fever lmao

That's what I'm saying! Everyone has baby fever rn.

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, breeding, marathon sex, baby fever, double-dick!Sukuna

A/N: Everyone is in heat lol.

Ryomen Sukuna gets a baby fever even though he never saw himself as father material, while you are absolutely mother material

Ryomen Sukuna gets a baby fever and he wants to have sex every night, no every free moment of the day

Ryomen Sukuna gets a baby fever so he is worse then an animal in heat, his two cocks needing constant attention from his pretty wife

Ryomen Sukuna gets a baby fever and demands to have one of his dicks in your pussy every moment he can so his seed isn't wasted

Ryomen Sukuna gets a baby fever which means you'll be getting very little sleep until the baby is born, he will be around you constantly

Ryomen Sukuna gets a baby fever so he fucks all of his cum into your pussy, the only woman worthy of taking his seed, having his child

Ryomen Sukuna gets a baby fever and is more gentle with you when you become pregnant but still wants sex all the time

Ryomen Sukuna gets a baby fever and keeps touching your pregnant belly with all four hands, saying how he'll get you pregnant again before this pregnancy is over with

[prosciuttulipa]

Toji, Nanami, & Sukuna with an s/o who is obsessed with their arms like biceps and veins 😊😊 sfw plz!!!!!!

Armed with Affection!

JJK men with an arm-obsessed s/o

content: gn reader x jjk men; fluffy and sfw, just as the anon ordered!

a/n: something nice and easy for me to write, to wind down after a stressful day!

Toji Fushiguro who can't help but smirk when he catches you admiring his arms. He gets it, the ladies love a man who looks like he can bench press twice his weight. And he can, easily. Do you want a demonstration?

He ends up wearing a lot of short-sleeved tops, so that you can cop a feel whenever you want. If you decide to go to the gym with him, it's suddenly Arm Day on his schedule, and you get a front row seat to his biceps and veins. He'll incorporate you into his workout as well, complaining that the weights are boring, and promptly lifting you up into his arms. "Hardly weigh a thing, doll," he'll tighten his grip on you so you can feel his muscles tense, grinning at your giggle. "So? How many sets should I keep you in my arms for?"

Nanami Kento who either does not understand the fixation with his arms, or simply does not care. Being physically adept comes with the territory as a jujutsu sorcerer, a consequence of his job. It's nothing more than maintenance.

That being said, his priority is always to please you. He always rolls up his sleeves when he comes home from work, but now he makes sure to do it when you're around to watch. You want photos of his arms? He obliges, no questions asked, and even makes sure the lighting is nice so you can catch all the details. If you come up to him while he's doing something else, he'll silently offer you his hand to fiddle with. Why else would he have two of them, if not to hold yours whenever you want?

Ryomen Sukuna who is completely smug when you reveal that you like his arms. Of course you do. And what's better than two arms? Four. Once again, he proves himself to be better than everyone else in the physique department.

He won't go out of his way to do manual labour, just so you can watch his arms in action—chores are for servants and grunts. However, he will oblige you by allowing you to sit in his lap, all four of his arms wrapped around you. He watches in mild amusement as you trace the markings on his skin, flexing his muscles so they tighten around you, a reminder that you are his. He supposes that it is rather appealing, seeing you completely engulfed in his embrace. Perhaps he will entertain this fixation of yours more often.

[inkykeiji]

character: ryomen sukuna warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, rough sex, daddy kink, true form sukuna, size kink/size difference, oral fixation, lil bit of mindbreak, implied fem!reader, toxic relationship, dacryphilia, blood words: 1.2k

Sometimes, when Sukuna fucks you real good, past the point of coherency, when your words have turned to liquid, all garbled with drool as they ooze from the corners of your mouth to stain his sheets, and your bones have melted and your muscles gone to mush, body perfectly pliant (just the way he likes it), and the only concept your fucked-stupid brain can comprehend is his name and his title, he’ll give your empty, slack little mouth one of his wrists to gnaw on.

The grabby hands are cute, and they let him know that your cognition has been eroded by immense pleasure, intense pain, and that you need something to ground you. 

It’s pathetically precious, honestly, how unbelievably needy you become when he fucks you past the point of lucid thought and intelligible speech, desperate for something to occupy that pretty little mouth of yours, to serve as a point of reference, a heavy and sure weight that keeps you tethered to this world.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” 

Oh, he knows, baby, he knows. 

You prefer his wrist to his hand, claiming it rests better between your teeth, but he doesn’t mind either way—it’s easy to shove one of his free forearms in your gaping mouth, obedient and open, wide and waiting. His flesh muffles those pretty little huffs of cracked breath and the mosaic of whines and whimpers and mewls he’s continuously fucking from your chest, smothering them to little more than damp exhales slicking his skin.

It’s barely a hitch in his movements at all, to wedge one of his large wrists between your eager teeth, two hands curled tightly around your hips as they hold you in place, pinning you to the mattress, another hand splayed wide next to your head, supporting most of his weight. 

You alternate between sucking and biting, wholly dependent on how hard his hips are snapping, and he loves to feel those little stuttered sobs flutter against his flesh, exhaled in juddered hiccups. 

And, God, it’s so fucking pretty—he isn’t sure he’s seen a prettier sight in his millennium of years, he wasn’t sure something could even be this goddamn pretty—glittering streams of salt streaking your cheeks, their flow steady and constant as warm tears pool around the seal of your lips, soaking into his skin; your mouth stretched wide around his arm, teeth grinding over that prominent bone in his wrist, scraping over the bump in rhythmic motions, back and forth with each strong piston of his hips; saliva trickling from your bottom lip in heavy, viscous cords to smear across your chin in a thick coat and drip off your jaw, stringy and sticky, substance already gone cold by the time it drizzles over your collarbone. 

That thick black band encircling his wrist looks so gorgeous lacquered with your spit, gleaming in the dim light as he pounds into you. 

He’ll rotate it in your mouth a little, so you drench his entire wrist, coating him in one of your many essences. he loves the smell of you on him, his favourite scent to wear, makes his cock twitch with each whiff of it as your drool steadily soaks into his wrist, steeping his tissues and saturating his blood, dousing his wrist until his skin has gone puckered from the wetness. 

Other times you won’t ask for it, because you physically can’t ask for it, tongue gone sluggish and stupid from intense pain.

During instances such as these, it’s up to him to read you, to decode and decipher the beat of your sobs and the melody of your whines, to care for you properly like all good Daddies do, like all good Daddies are supposed to, eager to nurture his most prized possession, to give her want he knows she needs most.

It’s easy to tell, even when your face is buried in his bed, webby smears of saliva streaking his dark sheets as you sob into the mattress—ugly chest-wracking things that leave your ribs heaving and your entire body quivering, fingers curled so tightly in his silk pillow that they’re frozen stiff, aching joints creaking as he uses one of his four hands to uncurl one, then uncurl the other, fingertips pressing tenderly into your knuckles and massaging the numbness from them, the gentleness a stark contrast to the brutal snapping of his hips. 

His remaining two hands stay curled around your hips, keeping them hoisted high and held still as he rams into you. A flash of heat spreads throughout your spine as his body blankets yours, his broad chest pressed flush to your sticky, sweat-glazed back, his lips moving along the shell of your ear.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Uh—Uh-huh,” you wail out, head nodding in sloppy motions, turning your head so his lips brush your cheek. 

“You need Daddy to pacify you? Huh?” 

“Yes, Daddy, please, Daddy, yes, Daddy!” you’re crying, mouth already wide open and waiting, tears leaking past the corners to stain your tongue with salt. 

“Oh, my poor little princess,” he’s cooing as he wedges a thick wrist between your parted teeth, your jaw immediately flexing around it. “Needs Daddy to give her something to gnaw on while he fucks her,” he tuts his tongue, as if it’s such a shame, as if he genuinely pities you, but you can hear the notes of sadistic glee infusing his voice. “How utterly pathetic.”

The insult is spit in your ear, fading to a growl at the end, a singular sharp huff of air against the curve of your cheek. 

And then his hips are pounding again, fucking into you rough and ruthless, the hands on your hips an anchor keeping you from being jostled up the bed as your front teeth involuntarily dig into his flesh. 

“Is that better, sweetheart?”

An affirmative hum vibrates up his arm, your head nodding in quick little motions, glassy eyes desperately trying to glance up at him as weighted lids struggle to stay open.

But that just isn’t good enough. 

A large hand tangles in the hair at the back of your skull and yanks, your teeth latching onto his wrist tighter, the sudden motion forcing them to scrape against his flesh, a pleasured hiss slipping through the gaps of his teeth. 

“Fucking answer me when I ask you a question.” 

Yes! you yelp around the wrist crammed in your mouth, instant and instinctual. Yes, yes, yes! 

“Good,” he snarls in your ear before shoving your head back into the mattress, front teeth gouging into his arm in the process. 

And it’s real sweet, the way such a simple, primal action—a body part shoved between your lips, little tongue curling around the bones of his wrist, sucking it harder, further, deeper—can provide such an immense amount of comfort; sobs calming to sniffles, limbs gone languid and limp, whole form malleable between his large palms.

But he loves it just as much as you do. Because despite the fact that it muddles your pretty sounds, it also leaves the cutest little bracelet of indents around his thick wrist, something he wishes he could wear forever, something that fades much too quickly for his liking. 

There’s nothing better than when you break the skin, little pools of blood filling the notches of your teeth until they overflow, drops of crimson streaming down his forearm and along the lines of his palm, because those ones scab, which means they last a little longer, look a little brighter, leave a lingering reminder. 

One day, he hopes you’ll scar him with all your gnawing, carve something permanent into his skin just as he’s done to you countless times before, stamp him with your unique signature and claim him as yours, eternally. 

[uncsukuna]

best! friend sukuna headcanons

yall, ngl, he's just a red flag. he has his 'nice' moments but he's still an asshole! uh this is bound to be at least a little ooc bc lets bffr being his bff is unrealistic. anyway, pls enjoy! :3

best friend! sukuna who kicks the backs of your legs when you're standing, and then snicker when you crumple to the ground.

best friend! sukuna who skips the line and drags you along with him. he ignores the pathetic bitching and whining from the people who were in front of him. if they wanted their spot so bad, they should've got back in front of him.

best friend! sukuna who takes your phone off of the charger to charge his. and once his is on a hundred, he won't put yours back. you don't need your phone when you're with him anyway.

best friend! sukuna who insists on walking with you to the convenience store. it could be late at night or he could be in the middle of ripping someone's throat out for not giving him his damn money, and he'll still go.

best friend! sukuna who always makes sure you eat. post-sleepover and you're hungry? he's up, getting you something luxurious to eat at ten in the morning, and back at his apartment in a flash. he may have violated several traffic laws to do it, but at least you aren't starving.

best friend! sukuna who, ironically, cannot cook for shit. he always uses too much seasoning or disregards the given temperature from the recipe or doesn't bother with a crucial ingredient because he finds it nasty.

best friend! sukuna who enjoys poetry. it's something calming, peaceful, a stark contrast to all the blood he sheds daily. if you ask him for recommendations, he'll have an entire list engraved in his mind, tailored just to suit your tastes.

best friend! sukuna who eats up all of your snacks. oh, you have a bag of hot chips? he's eating them. the second he hears the rustling of a wrapper from your direction, he's holding his hand out. he knows you'll share. you always do.

best friend! sukuna who claims he only went to college because he was bored. while that does have some truth to it, isn't it convenient he's attending the same college as you? especially when he's never mentioned going or even caring about it, and the waitlist was so long.

best friend! sukuna who only cares for the things that directly interest and benefit him. he lives for him and him alone. you're lucky you've entertained for him as long as you have with that pretty smile, that annoyingly joyous, pure laugh and those endless rambles about the shows you've rewatched more times than he can count on one hand.

best friend! sukuna who hates how his breath catches when you show off a new outfit, how heat creeps up the back of his neck and warms his cheeks when you genuinely thank him, how he wants to cup your face in his massive, rough hands and press a kiss to your forehead.

best friend! sukuna who has never cared to love or be loved, not until he met you.

note: at some point i'll quit changing the way i format these posts... maybe idk. ALSOO i wanna write sumn abt yuuta to combat this post bc hes just a corny romantic n i love him ><

if u saw this w/o the cut... no u didn't.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

please could we get cuddling headcanons for gojo geto and nanami. seriously though i love your blog your one of my new favourite writers!

Oh reader, that is so sweet of you to say! Thank you so much Dear. and flattery will get you everywhere around here <3 that being said,

Now Presenting...

Starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna (I had to cast him, I'm sorry!)

Satoru Gojo

His love language is physical touch, so you know this man is a massive cuddle bug! If you have the opportunity, you guys are cuddling.

This may be controversial but I stand by this next take: He is the little spoon. Like, He’ll be the big spoon, but he 100% prefers to be the little spoon

He’s a soft boy that just needs a hug ok? Protect him!

His favorite date nights are stay at home movie nights. Not because he likes movies, he does, but it’s not why. He’s excited to hold you close while you drift to sleep, the soft sounds of you snoring reminding him that there is beauty in the small moments of life.

I feel so bad for you guys in the summer, because it doesn’t matter to him how hot it is, he’s going to cuddle with you. You’re going to pass out tangled in his arms and wake up tangled in them. Who needs his giant California king, if he has it his way, y'all take up only enough space for a twin

He just wants to hold you while the two of you whisper about your future together. The colors of your wedding, how many kids the two of you wanted, where you’d move your family once it was all said and done.

It’s all fantasy, of course. The equivalent of making up the most dramatic scenarios to soothe yourself to sleep. But still, it gives him a fleeting sense of comfort. Late at night, when it’s just him and the sound of your steady heart-beat, it gives him hope that maybe, just maybe, one day he won’t just be playing domestic with you. He can actually be domestic with you.

Maybe that's why Gojo values cuddling so much. He’s intimacy starved and needs to create it in anyway, ya know?

Anyways, moral of the story is: Satoru loves cuddling, and I hope you do too!

 Sidenote: I just know this man gives the best hugs/cuddles. His arms are that long for a reason god damn it.

Suguru Geto

…..He’s not a big cuddler- HEY HEY, PUT AWAY THE PITCHFORKS, LET ME EXPLAIN-

He’s not a big cuddler! It’s hot, he doesn’t know where to put his limbs, and his arm always falls asleep. 

Which is why when you insist on cuddling with him and he's actually comfortable it’s kind of a big deal for him. (See? Put down your torches.)

He still doesn’t want to admit that he likes cuddling though. At this point it’s like, almost a pride thing. So he’s a sneaky cuddler. 

You’re watching Hulu on the couch when suddenly there's an arm around you. You go to sleep on separate sides of the bed but wake up tangled in his arms. You’re quietly reading on your front porch and suddenly his arms are wrapped around you, asking you about the book.

My point being, He never directly asks for cuddles, he just kinda cuddles you then reads your body language to see if he’s welcome or not, ya feel?

I will say, and yall should see this coming, the only time he’s openly receptive to cuddles is when he’s showing you new music. 

He’ll hold you close, playing with your fingers while the two of you discuss lyrical meanings and parts of the music you like. 

He’ll tap out the beat of the song on your thigh while he holds you what feels impossibly close, kissing the top of your head. You could feel the vibration in his chest as he hummed along to the melody. Music will always be how Suguru feels intimacy.

I really do always bring it back to music with him, don’t I?

Kento Nanami

Nanami honestly feels neutral about cuddling. If you want it, cool! If not, also cool. He doesn’t crave it the way Gojo does, but he also isn’t against it the way Geto is.

The exception being after a mission. Especially the missions that take him away from home. When he gets home from those, he’s dropping his bags on the floor then holding out his arms and making grabby hands.

Missions always suck for Nanami since he started dating you, because now he’s scared of death. Don’t get me wrong, beforehand he wasn’t suicidal or anything- he for sure wasn’t going to make stupid moves or put his life at risk. But death also didn’t scare him, it just came with the job.

But now you’re here. And he knows that if he dies, It’s going to destroy you. He can’t have that, so his already stressful job just got 10000 times more stressful, because literally every mission is a brush with death for a first grade sorcerer.

So when he gets home, The only thing he wants is to collapse on your shared bed, and hold the person he does all of this for. It’s the reward he gets for making it this far.

It’s quiet too. Nanami is not one to talk about his work, but you can tell how stressful it was by how long he insists on cuddling with you. Only an hour or two? Eh, probably not that big of a deal. But one time he literally held you until you both fell asleep and well into the next morning. Satoru let you know that Nanami actually almost died that night, and only survived thanks to Shoko being a healer. 

Nanami almost killed him for telling you. He never wants you to worry.

Also he’s definitely the big spoon. Look at him. Tell me I’m wrong.

He just takes comfort in your presence, knowing you’re there and you love him helps.

Someone give Nanami a hug for me, thank youuu

Ryomen Sukuna

Oh Ryomen, my boy. What are we going to do with you? You’re not a part of the request and you don’t fit it, but I have to force you into all things, don’t I?

As a heads up, Sukuna comes with a slight nsfw warning. It is suggestive.

Sukuna is not into cuddling. Really, he’s ambivalent at best, against at worst, any touch that doesn’t lead to sex.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t cuddle though. If you’re watching tv or going to bed and it's convenient, whatever. He won’t push you away. 

He’s not going to hide anything that pops up either if you get what I’m saying. He’s less of a ‘oh my bad’ type of guy and more of a ‘and what are you gonna do about it?’ kinda guy.

Now, all of that being said, I’ve said before that Sukuna lives in a domestic delusion with you in his head. So if you go too long without asking him to cuddle up with you, he gets angry about it. Like, what, is he not good enough to cuddle you now?! Get over here and accept his affection!

If that sounds confusing to you that's because yes. It is!

Really, the tragedy of Ryomen is that he craves intimacy and affection, but he can never bring himself to admit that because that would mean weakness and vulnerability. He wants you to recognize that he needs these things without him telling you. Like, of course he likes cuddling! He doesn’t kill you when you cuddle him, does that not make it obvious! It shouldn’t matter he’s told you he doesn’t like it!

God I feel so bad for all the Sukuna girlies out there.

Me, it’s me. I may be Gojos-Thot-Patrol, but I am 1000% Ryomens thot 🫀

Oh, as a final bit, his favorite part about cuddling with you is your warmth. You heard me. He’s always cold as a curse, and can’t really generate his own body heat. So yours is intoxicating. If he could spend eternity basking in your warmth, he would <3

[xleepyzs]

Ryomen, Sukuna || Yandere head canons

⌗ a/n :: I'm probably gonna do Lies of P, (Pinocchio/P) head canons of him

⌗ warnings :: Just Sukuna being Sukuna (hella sadistic and brutal per usual.

⌗ What type of yandere he is?

He is a sadistic and brutal yandere, he wouldn't even bother being nice, he's the King Of Curses, what does he has to worry about when he's powerful? Because he's powerful, he gets bored easily, so, he destroys random cities, taunts Yuuji (like usual), and torture his enemies till they die. Or just ruin your day

Would he lay a finger on you? You know the answer, yes. If it means putting you back in place.

⌗ How jealous can he get?

I can see him not too jealous most of the time because he can easily put you back to your place, he has nothing to worry about.

However, if you are getting along with Yuuji, your friends, or whatever loved ones you have, a little too much; he'll threaten to kill them (he does keep his promises, so hold back you tongue if you wish your loved ones will survive another day.) This is purely either jealousy or annoyance.

— "Hold back your tongue, worm, or I will put their severed head on a stick in front of you to teach you a lesson on disobeying me." Sukuna would glare at you with annoyance and jealousy, it's hard to tell.

⌗ Punishments if you ever disobey him or rebel against him

It depends on how much you disobey him, or how long you rebel against him really, I don't think he'd go far as killing you because he's insanely infatuated with you. But he won't hesitate to hit you to put you back in place.

Okay, if you disobey him once, he won't go very extreme to be honest but a punishment that is damaging to you, just a bit. So he would put you in this empty room with no sunlight, no human interactions, and two meals a day. The point of this punishment is to make you go extremely insane.

Second example, if you try killing him you ARE not Go/jo, lil bro 😭🙏🏽. He'll hit you back that'll send you FLYING, he'll make sure you have a black eye. But he won't try to kill you for that cuz again, he's insanely in love with you.

Lastly, if you somehow escaped successfully from his palace (or whatever place that Sukuna lives). Prepare the most stressful man hunt to the King of Curses. He'd deadass would tweak once he realize your not in the chamber. You need to RUN girl, change your name, go to different countries, dye your hair, and etc. Because he ain't playing.

There's two scenarios that could happen, but, Scenario one is likely to happen. Scenario one is that he caught you and punishes you back to his place. Or scenario two, you successfully escaped.

Now if he caught you after you tried escaping, this is the punishment that's extreme. He'll beat you up, first of all, to break you down mentally, emotionally, psychologically, and etc. Force you back to a room with no sun light and nearly starves you to death until you beg.

— "What? You thought you could escape from me?" Sukuna suppress a chuckle out of amusement, "Silly girl/boy/pet, you can never escape from The King Of Curses."

Now, if you actually escaped successfully. Sukuna would fucking tweak the fuck out, he'd be smashing furniture and letting out the most ear bleeding screech. He never thought he'd show this emotion before. He'd send his only chef, Uraume, to search for you.

— "That rascal, Uraume, I demand you to search for Y/n! That worm actually escape from me?! I am the most powerful being in earth!" Sukuna would try to suppress his anger and humiliation because he couldn't find you. Uraume seems a bit shocked on how emotional he's getting, he's usually arrogant and care free because nothing could stop him.

— "Yes, sir." Uraume nodded before vanishing in thin air, to search for you.

[propertyofushiwaka]

trueform!Sukuna in modern times who has agreed to not cause chaos and destruction as long as the two of you are together. However, since this includes not eating people, the man needs his meat. So you're making your weekly trip to Costco to pick up an ungodly amount of pork. Though this isn't your first trip, you still get so many stares as you push the cart in followed by your 10ft tall boyfriend with 4 arms. Stuffed into a custom black turtleneck which he hates but knows that he can't go out in public shirtless anyway. So in you walk, while Sukuna pretends to be completely disinterested in the modern advancements of the world. But when you see him lingering by the air fryers, you offer to explain the purpose but he simply puts it in the cart and insists that you need it.

[bookerofbookeries]

Heian Era Sukuna x 6000 year old G/N Reader

Meeting each other HC's

Brief mentions of masscaring and burning villages. Mentions of some violence. Mentions the F word a couple of times.

Also this hasn't been prove read, so I apologise in advance for any grammar mistakes.

You have been around for 6,000 years.

you were born around the same time the pyramids were being built.

Through the years you got good a fighting and learned to harness you cursed energy, but you never used it as you loved to travel and explore rather than fight.

You would buy books from every library you went too and would bring the home to your forest house in the middle of no where in Russia. So far north that the sun does not set for 6 months.

During the Heian Era in Japan, you had travelled there as you had heard amyn stories of the beauty there, however you weren't aware of a Curse user known as the King of Curses.

You had the unknown privilege of not being killed by him. He studied you're form in the middle of burning down a village.

You didn't look scared at all and maybe that's why he let you go.

You teleported back home with everything that you had collected.

Days went passed and you couldn't take you mind off the creature you saw. Or man? You assume he was a cursed spirit. 8 feet tall with two face and four arms and the cursed energy you felt was so immense. You've never felt anything like it.

Back in Japan, a few hours after sukuna had completely burned the village down. His mind strayed back to you. Youre beauty was one thing, but the fact you weren't even scared of him was another.

He couldn't get you out of his mind.

You couldn't get him out of your mind.

You went back.

He went looking.

While trying to find him, you came across an abandoned village and found old books in an overgrown library. So of course you had to take some.

"Stealing is a crime you know."

You turn around faster than ever. It was him. The curse with four arms and two faces.

"So is massacring villages and burning them to the ground." You remarked quickly.

He was stunned that you spoke back without a hint of fear in your voice.

"You're not from around here, are you?" He started stalking closer to you subtly.

Of course you noticed it even though it was subtly. Your combat knowledge wasn't something you could forget.

"No." You slowly hold a book up to cover your ace when he gets closer to you. You not necessarily scared of him, just more shy. And you found him attractive somehow.

"It shows." He pushes the book away from you're face. He scans over your features and tilts his head.

He huffed and started leaving the building.

You can sense the danger oozing from him but you're sweet, innocent mind decided to follow.

That started everything between you two.

You did nearly everything together.

Ate, drank, read, walked, travelled, talked.

Even in the smaller moments when sukuna soft. Having come back from fights with sorcerers. He was tired, hungry, grumpy and you had learned what he needed in those moments. Those small soft moments that you cherished with him.

Of course, when he had had enough of you babying him, he would abruptly tell you to fuck off and leave him alone to which you always chuckled and left without a word.

The day he was killed by the sorcerers was the day you had died inside as well. You lost a part of yourself that day and that void has never been filled again.

You returned home and continued your travels, filling you library at home with copious amount of books.

Fast forward 1000 years. A pink haired boy ate Sukuna's finger and he came back as a cursed object.

You felt that balance of power shift and new it was him.

He had returned, and you immediately left to find him again. To fill the void in your heart. To find the piece of you that had been missing.

I have a few ideas for this, so I might even continue it as an oc thing, but we'll see how far this goes.

[hc-chaos-peeps]

Ryomen Sukuna headcanons from me, #1:

-His arms when alive

He's always had 2 sets of arms even when alive.

The arms were something both mentally comforting and painful enough to his being in his early life that they carried over to his more curse like self.

The difference between then and now is that when he was alive, the second set was from an improperly absorbed twin.

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[cypruswritesheadcanons]

Imagine... Ryomen Sukuna with a lip piercing and industrial earing ⟵(๑¯◡¯๑)

[loving-august]

a shoulder to lean on.

๑.pairings: sukuna x fem!reader

๑.genre: angst, comfort, non-sorcery au, fluff if you squint, college au, a tad bit of crack + sfw!!

๑.synopsis: through ups and downs, he was there always for you, even a shoulder to lean on.

๑.warnings: breakup, a comforting sukuna, violent language, mentions of smoking, drinking, suggestive joke, rusty writing?!?!?! just enjoy ok?? :))

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The rain was strong. Sukuna looked at the wall clock to look at the time.

10:43 p.m

He mindlessly changed channels on his tv, looking for something interesting to watch. But to his dismay, there is nothing to watch on. He took a bottle of beer beside him and began to drink it.

The knock on the door made the pink-haired man groan. The sounds of knocking won't stop at all. He stood up and was ready to shout at someone who was disturbing his rainy night drink in his own living room. He opened the door to see a small figure, it was you.

Your eyes are all puffed up from crying. And the bags on your eyes screamed lack of sleep, especially when you came into his apartment all looking wet, with just the leather jacket you were wearing.

You gave him a weak smile. "Hey 'kuna."

He pulled you inside because of the strong rain. As much as he wanted to let out incoherent noises about his place, all sogged up and wet due to the rain. He can't, because you were here, all looking miserable.

He rushed out to his room and grabbed a thick towel from his drawer and gave it to you. You mumbled a small thanks and started to dry your hair. 

He sat down on the sofa as you stood there beside the sofa. "What happened?" he asked.

"He cheated, i caught him fucking some girl on the couch." Your voice was breaking and couldn't handle the pain in your chest as you think once again on how your so-called boyfriend, and now labeled as 'ex'. It was hurtful and traumatizing.

As soon as he heard about the context, he curled up his hands into a fist and it was shaking due to anger, "that fucker…" he muttered. 

"Hey sukuna," you called him. He looked at you with your hair now dried up. "Was I not enough for him?" you asked. He scratched his head and sighed. He sat down beside you.

"No, you were enough, it was his loss for being dumb shit like he already was." He told you. You chuckled lightly. You rested your head on his shoulder. 

You chuckled, "Thank you sukuna, I know it's a lot for handling my relationships, me crying in our fights, and you are really there for me whenever I need a shoulder to lean on. Your girlfriend would be really lucky if you had one you know," you playfully punched his muscly arm.

Oh how much he wanted to tell you this.

"Am I? Never seen that coming." He chuckled.

"Come on, with your brooding evil and handsome look, your academic achievement despite the constant physical fights that you had. I'm surprised you didn't get a girlfriend." You said.

"Nah," he took two bottles of beer and gave you one, "i have one in my mind," he confessed and you opened the bottle and took a drink. 

You clicked your tongue, "so, who is this…lucky girl?" You asked. Then you took a couple of gulps and you placed the bottle down on the table in front of you. 

"If i told you, will everything change?"

"Depending on the answer. Who is it? Is it uraume?"

He made an 'are you serious' look on you, "her? fuck no!" He declines.

You drank your beer once again, "then who?" You asked once again.

Sukuna was the type not to hesitate on things he wants to say, he doesn't give a shit on his comments whether you're very close to him, he just straight up says brutal yet honest opinions that fits to his description. But this time, he quickly thinks about how he will answer your question. Should he? Or should he not?

But then again, fuck it.

"What if I say it's you?" 

You gave him a confused look, "me? You're way too drunk 'kuna. give it a rest." You replied.

"You really think that I got drunk over 5 bottles? Try again." He chuckled.

You took a sip from your beer. You paused for a moment to think, was he really joking? 

"Are you really sure about this….whole 'me' thing?" You asked again. 

"Yes, and I am sure." He confirmed.

You cracked a smile, "for how long?"

"Way before that you and that fucker dated." He took another sip from his drink. 

You move your eyes to your hands, watching as you fidget. You clearly had no idea or whatever his feelings towards you. It's like, your instincts never really did work on him. You chuckled at the thought you got cheated and never felt the instincts way before kicking in, how foolish.

Sukuna clicked his tongue and sighed to break the ice. "I really said that huh…guess 'm tipsy then," he turned off the tv, "don't worry i won't force ya or anything." He added.

But the unexpected turn made him turn his head over you.

You were laughing.

“Wow..I guess I'm the one who’s tipsy then?” you said in a tired yet happy voice. Sukuna took your bottle and put them on the table. 

“You know you’re one of a shitty lightweight who happens to be the one who’s at fault for making me do things,” he said. You carelessly leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Just…give me time, yeah? And besides, my shirt is wet and my bra is visible now.” you said and let out a small laugh.

“I might romanticize that.” 

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[angelltheninth]

Sukuna with a partner who hates being called bad things in bed? Like instant no so he has to awkwardly try to compliment them? Like he doesn't know how to compliment people like "I like your face" level of not knowing how to.

That's hilarious omg. Thank you for this ask.

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, awkward praise, rare awkward Sukuna

A/N: I could hardly take this seriously from laughing so much.

He's used to insulting people, they're below him after all

The only time anyone deserves praise is when they do something for him and do it well

Is still rough, that will never change unless you're pregnant

As he watches his cock slam into you he stops short, "You're taking it well, such a good cu- eh? Cutie for me. You're so cute when you try hard for me."

Looks like he's thinking real hard about his words, carefully weighing them in his mind

He holds puts his hand over your eyes so you don't see him blushing

You interpret it as him wanting to get even more rough so you embrace him, telling him how deep you can feel his cock and want to enjoy this forever

Bites his tongue, literally but you don't see the blood over his hand, you do feel his kiss is a bit more wet against your neck

"Of course you love my cock a... smart woman like you must know what a perfect cock feels like. You want to get fucked more, feel even better?" Sukuna pushes your hips up, the head of his cock ramming so deep into you, borderline painful, "That's a pretty face right there. Fitting for you when you're lost in the feeling of good cock inside you."

Wants to fill you with his cum but he's not sure he can ask that in a polite way

Maybe after a few rounds you'll be begging for it, that will be easier for him, "Good girls ask for cum." Sukuna grunts, hating having to hold back against your pussy trying to milk him dry, twitching and pulsing and driving him crazy

[mrskodzuken]

Jujutsu Kaisen Men Handcanons (part 2)

featuring: Mahito, Principal Yaga, Nanami, Yuta, Sukuna

tw/cw: 16+, suggestive (but still sfw), just ✨hands✨

a/n: I first suggested it to @tetsukentona while I help betareading some of her Nanami Kento wips days ago so... 👉🏻👈🏻 also enlisted the help of my moots and friends at Tokyo Metro Network to suggest me some characters to do etc: Shyna, @beware-of-the-rogue @blueparadis @shinigamiplayroom @portfolio-of-dreams ily all 🥰 tagging @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork

Part 1 can be found here.

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✿ Mahito

✿ Masamichi Yaga

✿ Nanami Kento

✿ Okkotsu Yuta

✿ Ryomen Sukuna

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[xleepyzs]

Ryomen, Sukuna || Headcanons

⌗ a/n :: erm somewhat ooc Sukuna bc we know damn well he'd bite ur head off at first glance and do not hesitate to kill you lol. Also short headcanons, don't expect much.

⌗ warnings :: Killing Stalking (mentioned) tiny spoilers ahead

⌗ How you caught his attention:

Let's be for real, he'd kill you, torment you till you die, or eat you no matter what. However, let's say if you're a cursed spirit, half human and cursed spirit, or a sorcerer back then or present day that's near his strength and power level. That will caught his interest.

Once he set his eyes on you, he'll start rethinking on killing you and eating you for lunch. But however, he'll still have fights with you but he'll won't put much effort in, because after all, he is the king of Curses.

But if you managed to put a scratch on his man, oh boy... he's either mad or impressed. Which makes him pissed off, humiliated that he got scratched by a mere being below his level, AND impressed how you can put a scratch on him.

⌗ Torments you almost to death if you have any medical condition

Don't be surprised lmao.. he did commit lots of crimes.

Okay, let's say if you have asthma for example, he'd magically take your asthma puffer thingy out your pockets and swings it left and right afar. He'll make you run for it, just to get that. At this point, you might've almost died from it. Bro's the type of person in rare times he'll say "Never back down never what?!" When you're literally wheezing and trying to get that asthma inhaler.

Or that one that scene from Killing Stalking where Yoonbum crawls his way out the house while yelling help and Sangwoo tries to show him the right way to ask help. Make it Sangwoo to Sukuna, LMAO..

So basically, he'll take your medication (if you have one on you during battle) and make sure you almost die from it. But rare times, he'd give it back because he likes the thrill of fighting and shit.

⌗ Showing you his weird ways when he likes you

Okay, if he likes you THAT much. He seems the type of man to murder a bunch of people who hurt you before, (but it can be innocent people too). And say, "I murder these people for you."

He'd say stuff like:

— "I bet your liver tastes good once I kill you."

— "Not bad, for a lowly being below me."

And etc, but he'll mostly insult you to cover up how impressed he is when you're fighting him

[propertyofushiwaka]

Sukuna likes hairy pum pum

[dhoranbolt]

I need reader who's shy/easily embarrassed, and Sukuna who just pops up whenever to say the most unhinged out of pocket shit on the side of Yuji's face just to see her go bright red.

read fic here

Sukuna who takes the opportunity to lick her face when Yuji tries to reach out and move some hair from her face. The gasp she let's out is choked, and Sukuna grins as Yuji is quick to pull away with a sound of disgust.

"That's not all I can do with my tongue. I'll show you one of these days, when the brat let's me out to play." It's a threat and a promise. Sukuna can't wait to take the drivers seat and devour her.

Sukuna who taunts the both of them for his own amusement, keeping her walking on eggshells whenever she's around Yuji

Who pops an eye open to watch as she bends over to pick something up, taking a moment to admire her ass before he opens his mouth. And when he finally does, "I cant see the swell of your cunt, bend some more for me." Yuji's quick to slap a hand over his cheek and ignore the sting, only for Sukuna to make his way to the back of his hand and cackle

Sukuna who isn't paying attention to what the brats are doing until he hears her moaning. Cracking an eye opened to see she's putting food in her mouth, eyes closed and a faint smile pulling at her lips.

"Do you always moan like that when you put things in your mouth? Or are you just showing off for me." She nearly chokes on the food, eyes going wide and cheeks burning red as she looks at him.

Sukuna who refuses to acknowledge the fact he enjoys her reactions for anything more than his own entertainment.

But who does start to notice the subtle change in Yuji's behavior towards her

Who makes it his new goal in life -to keep himself entertained of course, no other reason- to make the both of them so uncomfortable in each other's presence.

Because if he can't physically toy with his new (not favorite) human, he'll gladly do it from the passengers seat of his vessel and make everyone involved miserable.

@saiki-enthusiast here's the tag!! I hope you enjoy 😊 I have a fic that's like a follow up to this that I'm still working on, it's a little dark/ noncon though, if anyone was interested!