#sukuna ryomen imagine

[jaegersdevil]

girl dad!sukuna has taken over my life

you'd left for the grocery store an hour ago, and sukuna wondered what you could possibly be doing there for that long. nonetheless, he sat in the living room, surrounded by stuffed animals at his daughter's tiny round table. he shifted uncomfortably in the miniature chair he sat in for the 'tea party', and watched as layla shoved her tiara back on top of her head.

"daddy," she said. "tea?"

sukuna sighed but nodded. "yes, baby."

her little squeal made his heart do weird things, and she tilted the teapot in her hand into the cup in front of him.

"whoa, whoa!" sukuna yelled, earning a confused look from layla. "that's enough tea; it's gonna overflow."

his daughter slapped her hand over her mouth, something she learned from you, but loud giggles escaped. "sorry, daddy."

with a soft smile on his face, sukuna adjusted the crown of his head—it dug into his scalp. "now, give mr squishy a cookie; he's starting to eat my fingers."

layla continued her contagious giggles, aimlessly tossing a wooden cookie at the stuffed bear.

sukuna glanced at the clock again but paused when he heard his daughter whispering to her stuffed devil (courtesy of your husband). he was about to put on a character to make her laugh again, but when he heard her words, he tilted his head.

"...that's my daddy... he's big and strong... i love daddy."

now, sukuna didn't cry. sure, he'd teared up happily when layla was born, and on the night of your wedding when he realised he'd be spending the rest of his life with you. but he couldn't recall the last time tears actually fell from his eyes.

until now.

"kuna?" your voice rang through the room, and he jolted, wiping the wetness from his cheeks haphazardly. he didn't even hear you come in.

sukuna scrunched his face up in confusion because what the fuck? he doesn't even remember starting to cry.

"what happened?" the worry in your voice was what brought him back to the moment, and he laughed deeply, shaking his head.

"nothing," he grumbled, looking at layla, who sat there, eyes wide with fear. "the tea was too hot."

and when his daughter fell back into a fit of giggles, squealing about 'daddy being funny', sukuna knew he'd changed; the phenomenon of having a child had officially broken his cold, cold heart.

[emmyrosee]

Awww, I just had a cute thought, what if Yuji braids readers hair before her date with Sukuna and Yuji puts butterfly clips into her hair that goes well with her dress and Sukuna think she’s the prettiest thing in the whole wide world

I wasn’t sure if this was for toddler yuuji or not but it was sent after toddler yuuji sooooo don’t hate me if this isn’t what you meant PFFF-

NO BC YUUJI KEEPS CLOSING THE DOOR ON SUKUNA WHENEVER HE COMES IN TO ASK IF SHE'S READY BC "no, not weady"

“Okay but the reservation’s in 30-“

“Not. Weady.”

And yuuji is so focused on this task, so determined to make you look good, he’s got the tip of his tongue sticking out as his chubby fingers work in various directions and ways, clipping hair here and braiding these strands until he finally cheers and claps his tiny hands and lets you look. Your hair is braided messily, neon butterfly clips nestled in your locks and a few strands out of the braid to frame your face. For such a small boy, he definitely has paid attention to your own styling of hair. Coupled with your makeup, you feel genuinely pleased with the work his tiny hands were able to conjure.

“Awww, yuuji,” you coo, scooping him in your arms and planting a kiss to his head, making him giggle. “You did so good! You think Sukuna’s gonna like it?”

“Sukuna just wants to go!” His gruff voice yells from the other side of the door, and you snort before opening the door, watching as Sukuna’s face of annoyance turns to you, and it melts into one of awe, crimson eyes dancing over your face.

You snort and shake your head, “where’s all that big talk now, huh?”

“I…” he trails off as he lets his eyes glaze over the entirety of your being, and you watch his Adams Apple bob as you continue to beam at him. “You look… fucking beautiful.”

Yuuji gasps at the word, “‘kuna says no-no word!”

“I know, I’ll deal with him later,” you shush, putting down the small child and letting your arms loop around Sukuna’s neck, his hands settling on your waist. “Say thank you to yuuji, he worked very hard on my hair.”

But Sukuna says nothing. He still looks awestruck at you, his lips curving into a small smile of pride before he sinks his teeth into his lip. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Had a hunch,” you assure with a smile. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and you reciprocate the affection eagerly, tightening your arms around him. You hear yuuji giggling as he watches you both kiss, and you pull away to peek down at him, leaving sukuna to keep sponging kisses along your cheeks and jawline.

“Smoochie kiss!” Yuuji croons, and you reach down to ruffle his hair happily, relishing in the warmth of your chosen family.

[faintrustle]

King SUKUNA and his cute ribbon

[lotus-n-l0ve]

CRIMSON LOVE OF THE CURSED KING

— Ryomen Sukuna x Female Reader

She Is A Wild Flower In A Rose Field.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : When the selfish merchant, F/N L/N, sacrifices his illegitimate daughter to the King of Curses for his own desires. Y/N starts to work for Sukuna. With every passing day they come closer, with every late night meetings, a feeling develops in their heart.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : True form!Ryomen Sukuna, historical au, husband!Sukuna, wife!reader, sacrificed!reader, master-servant au, cursing, offering au, use of y/n, kissing, blowjob, pet names, a lot of questions, misunderstanding, ooc!Sukuna, not proofread, 6.2k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

➥ Heart Divider's by @cafekitsune

DO NOT PRESS [READ MORE] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.

Amusement is what Sukuna felt as he watched your adorable little figure sneak into the garden like a thief, looking left and right like a cautious cat who has stolen its favourite fish. Sukuna sat by the window on the second floor, blowing from the kiseru.

You still remained a mystery to the King of curses even after months of being here. Sukuna was known for wrecking havoc and destroying lands with a flip of his fingers. Kings and people from far away shiver in fear, when the monster will come for their neck next.

The kings and nobel heads offered him mountains of wealth and copious amounts of women. Sukuna never denied them but what he did with all that wealth or women was never known. To your misfortune or luck, your father, the infamous marchant, offered you, the illegitimate daughter, as the king's concubine. Then it was up to Ryomen Sukuna whether he would make you his queen or just another maid.

You were escorted to the estate in a carriage and then inside the shrine by none other than Uraume themselves. You didn't see nor hear from the king at the beginning of your stay here. Though you were made familiar with the other sacrificed maidens. Their fate was just like yours, sacrificed to the curse by their kings, fathers or even husbands, just to save their own life.

Every one of them was different from others. Some quivered when they even heard the name of their lord, while some were filled with rage for him. On the other hand some had developed the emotion called love for him. You waited everyday for him to decide your fate. It's not like you could run away from here. The estate was surrounded by dangerous curses who would kill you without a second thought.

Your days are spent like any other there. Waking up in the morning, then doing whatever work Uraume assigned you to. You were not still allowed to go outside yet so grocery shopping was not one of them. By the time the sun went down and the moon shone in the dark sky, most of you were permitted to go back to your own room. Only a few remain as per their schedule. You honestly like how your days were going but encountering Sukuna was inevitable.

It was three weeks after that you first came across the man, sitting by the inside pond. His back leaning on a round pillow. One hand held a book while the other had the wooden kiseru. The moonlight blessed down on him. Your feet stopped at the door. As he lifted his upper pair of eyes from the book, yours snapped down to your feet.

"I didn't know you would be here at this time, Master Sukuna. I'll take my leave." You bow down and turn to leave only to come to a halt when a deep voice sounded from behind.

"Stop right there." Sukuna watched as you paused before eventually turning around to face him. Sukuna beckoned you to come closer with two fingers, "Come here."

You walked up to him idly. Sukuna observed you from top to bottom. Just because it didn't seem like it doesn't mean that Sukuna doesn't know what goes on his property. He knew one and every person who worked for him. You were a new face he hadn't seen here before.

You stopped two hands length away from Sukuna, "You needed something, Master Sukuna?"

He hummed, pointing to the low table with his eyes, "Tidy up the table."

You tidied up the thin night kimono you hand on and sat down beside the table. You started with organising the books. Sukuna blew on the kiseru.

"You are new here." It was more of a statement than a question. His upper pair of eyes focused on the inked book but the stare lower pair weighted heavy on you.

You nodded your head, "Yes, Master Sukuna. I was brought here two weeks ago ………as an offering."

Offering huh? More like a sacrificed goat.

Sukuna scoffed inside. Of course this was not new. People of high status kept throwing slaves under Sukuna's feet like they meant nothing. More than half of his servants consisted of those offerings. Now Sukuna himself was not a gentleman, in fact he was far from being a gentleman but even he sometimes felt for their pathetic life. Sukuna would have rather died than being sacrificed for their selfish desires.

"Is that so? So, who were you offered by?"

You could hear the mocking tone lingering under his breath. If he tried to hide that, he did a terrible job but you doubt he was trying to hide it. You could not help but snort as you thought about the one who was behind all this.

"It was my father, Master Sukuna. He's a merchant from the West."

Sukuna saw no traces of sorrow in your expression as you talked about your father. As the matter of fact, your face was numb as if you don't care about him or your circumstances at all.

"You don't seem very upset with your situation." Sukuna carefully closed the book and dropped it in his lap, now just holding the kiseru. His all focus shifted on you and it made you feel a little jittery.

You stacked all the books away thinking to yourself, upset? You were far from that. Rather, you were liking your days here than you ever did at your father's house. Here, no one bore any hatred for you for your background. Your father wasn't here to remind you how much he despised you. Neither was his wife, who felt so jealous of her husband's affairs that she felt the need to torture you at every point of your life. Nor were your half siblings here who like their parents never hesitate to hurt you whether verbally or physically.

Others would call you crazy that you would rather work the vicious monster than your family but the uncountable faded marks littering on your body agreed with you.

You dared to raise your eyes to meet his', "I have no reason to be upset, Master Sukuna." With a small but content smile you put the brushes back in their place, "I am done. Now, may I go back to my chamber, Master Sukuna?"

"Hmm? Yes, you are dismissed." Sukuna waved you away.

You bow down one last time before leaving the room. Sukuna watched as you disappeared into the dark. Usually when people are brought here, they weep and sulk around. It takes them months to get over their pitiful state. And here you were, smiling as if nothing had happened in just two weeks. Nothing could be hidden from the King of curses but he could not figure out the void in your eyes. Too bad, Sukuna loved a worthy challenge.

After that night meeting Sukuna became weirdly frequent with you. When you were in the kitchen, Sukuna would drop by to order someone to bring him snacks. If you were cleaning the shrine, you would see him roaming the halls. If you were mending the garden, from the corner of your eyes, you could see him sitting by the window on the second floor, smoking kiseru or reading books.

But most frequently you met by the pond, where you met for the first time. At night when you could not sleep, your feets would always led you back there unconsciously. First few nights when you saw him, you tried to excuse yourself saying you didn't want to bother him but then he stopped you and let you sit there, just enjoying the view or sometimes reading a book. After some time it became a habit that you came to relish.

Who could have imagined that Ryomen Sukuna could be a comforting company? You two didn't talk but that did not bother either of you. Until one night.

Sukuna sat in his place, leaning on a round pillow, while you sat a little away from him by the table. The thin black kimono you had on did nothing to help you against the cold breeze of night that twirled with your open hair. Maybe, you should have worn something thicker. Your body shivered, goosebumps raising over your skin. As you wrap your arms around yourself, you feil to hear the rustling noise of clothes moving. No long after a black haori was held in front of you.

You followed the hand holding it and saw Sukuna deeply emerged in the book he had been reading from last night. He grumbled without looking up, "Take it. You have been quivering all night like a reed in the wind."

You could feel heat raising up your cheeks in embarrassment. Like a reed in the wind of everything? You muttered a quiet thank you under your breath which was loud enough in the silence of the night and took the warm haori from his hand. You wrap it around yourself and bask in the warmth of the fine fabric. You picked up the paint brush again, twirling it in the red liquid, you started placing strokes on the canvas.

"You are Y/N L/N, illegitimate daughter of F/N L/N." Sukuna commented.

Your hands stopped for a second before resuming to colour the canvas, "Yes, Master."

So he did a background search on you. Not like he needed to. Your father made sure to write a three page letter, singing praises of Sukuna that you handed to Uraume, hoping to find it disposed of in the garbage.

Sukuna chuckled, "Your father really believed that he could get me to be his puppet by giving me his illegitimate daughter?"

You were not sure who those scornful words were for. Your father for being so delusional or you for being a result of a wedlock. You would not put it past him though. He was after all the strongest of them all.

He didn't say anything for the rest of the night as neither did you. It was the dawn when he finally went back to his chember, leaving you for yourself. You waited for the footsteps to get fader before you also organised your things to take back to your room. Your room was on the first floor at the very end of the hallway. You didn't take much time to get ready for the day that was awaiting for you.

Night drawn upon, the moon dominated the night sky along with the millions of stars. You waited by the pond side for Sukuna but he didn't come. This was unusual, he was always here before you but today there was no sign of him. He was in the shrine that's for sure, you yourself delivered his dinner, though he was not in the room at that time.

Without his intense looming presence, you felt empty. Even his silence produced a comforting atmosphere for you which you missed dearly. You waited for him, one hour, two hours that turned into three hours but there was no sight of him. Sukuna was not entitled to work according to you after all you were just a mere peasant to him. But you could not help the disappointment heavy on your heart.

At last you got up with a sigh. Might as well get some sleep instead of dying of boredom. With a lamp in hand you started walking towards the library on the second floor to put the book at its place before going back to sleep. As you walked up the straits, out of nowhere a maiden ran past you, crying. You frowned your eyes wondering what on earth happened.

Standing at the top of the stairs, your eyes fell on the massive door of the master bedroom, where Sukuna resided. Many questions played in your mind. Did something happen to Sukuna? Or did Sukuna do something? You hated to admit but the first question worried you more than any other. Were you okay as long as Sukuna's fine even if it meant someone else's hurt?

You stopped in front of the shoji door, fidgeting with your fingers before you knocked on it twice, "Master Sukuna?"

No answer came from inside so knocked again, calling for him. Seconds later his deep voice answered, permitting you to go in. You took a deep breath before sliding the door open. Entering, you closed the door behind you.

Sukuna sat on the bed, the smoking pipe in his hand as usual. His chest on full display and red silken sheets hiding his lower half. Your eyes, unintentionally, cattled over the black tattoos that were inked on his body, from the smallest on his face to the strips on his chest. For being a monster, Sukuna seemed to be the favourite of God. Like God has centuries to create perfection, to you at least.

"What brought you here?" His lips curled into a smirk.

You quickly averted your eyes when you realised that he had caught you gawking at him like a shameless woman.

You clear your throat, "I-I saw someone running down stairs, crying."

Sukuna's face morphed into an irritated one, "So, you are here to see if I was the one that hurt her?"

"No, I wanted to check if you are okay." By the end of the sentence your voice reduced to mare whispers.

Now that you were saying it out loud, you noticed how ridiculous you sounded. Who on earth can dare or even think about hurting Sukuna. It was next to impossible. Well Sukuna noticed too because he was laughing like you have cracked the best joke of the century. You might have as well.

"Since you appear to be perfectly fine I'll take my leave. Good night, Master Sukuna." You were rushing out even before you could finish the sentence.

The door slammed shut behind you as Sukuna listened to footsteps running down the stairs, almost tripping on the last step. Sukuna wiped tears away from the corner of his eyes.

"O dear Y/N." Sukuna mumbled as he took a puff of kiseru, "You think that puny creature can land even a scratch on me?"

Though she knew how to piss him off real well. Sukuna thought back to the events that took place in his bedroom before you appeared. Sukuna wanted some good cunt to take out his frustration on. Like usual, Uraume made the arrangements.

Sukuna got up from the bathtub, water gliding down his muscular body. Quickly he wrapped a towel around his waist while he used another one to dry his hair. Sukuna was annoyed to say the least. Maybe he had gone quite soft nowadays because otherwise where do these peasants get the audacity to think that they can use Ryomen Sukuna?

Past days have been good for Sukuna. The reason? He has no idea. Or maybe it's those late night meetings with a curtain someone that kept his mood better. After all he anticipated the time when everyone would go to sleep and you would stumble upon the sitting area beside the indoor pond.

Your hair was always open, covering over your back. They always tempt him to just run his hands through them. He'd to clench his palms to not give in to his intrusive thoughts. Are you waiting for him tonight as well? How long will you wait for him? Are you thinking about him? Do you think about him like he does about you?

Sukuna walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed before finally addressing the girl who was kneeling on the ground a few metres away from. Her head was bent as ordered.

"Are you just going to sit like a useless doll?" Sukuna threw away the towel he was using to dry his hair, "Crawl on your knees here, pet."

Sukuna patted on his left thigh as two of his hands supported him as he leaned back a little. The kneeling girl got on all fours and started crawling towards him. Her back arched a little too much, putting her boobs and ass on show through the sheer kimono. She got between spreaded legs, sitting on the floor. She looked up at him with a cy smile as she slid her hands up his thighs.

She grabbed the hem of his towel and tied the knot, pulling it off. Cold air hit his two dicks making them twitch. The girl took one dick in her hand, giving him long strokes and giving kitty licks on the moist tip.

Sukuna grabbed a fistful of her hair, "What are you waiting for? Do what you came here to do."

Sukuna shoved his dick in her mouth, making her gag for life. She quickly calmed herself and started bobbing her head up and down. She hollowed the inside of her mouth, taking all in. Her small hands stroked the other one, giving them both the same amount of pleasure.

Sukuna threw his head back, groaning, as her tongue traced the throbbing vein wrapped around his cock. Images flashed in Sukuna's mind. Images of you kneeling between his legs instead of this no name girl. How good you would look taking his cocks like the good slut you were. Your mouth would puff up with his cook while your hands would work on his other one.

"F-fuck……. So good, you goddamn slut." His grip tightened as the thrusts became rougher and rougher. His red tips hitting the back of her throat. Tears swelled in her eyes in pain and pleasure.

"Y/N…… Y-Y/N, princess." His eyes rolled back as his hot cum shot in her mouth and chest. His hands released her hair, glancing down, disappointment filled inside him as he saw another girl instead of you.

"Master Sukuna, Who the hell is Y/N? I am Ayame." The girl cried out, "How could you call me by another girl's name?"

Her loud cries added to his annoyance. Before she could understand, Sukuna had grabbed her jaw in a tight grip, sneering at her, "Listen here you bitch, you are just a mare whore to satisfy me. Don't even try to cross your lines. You are nothing but a toy for me to play with, even that, you can't do right." He jerked her away, "Now scram."

She didn't need to be told twice. Her admiration for the king had clouded her mind, that she forgot his true nature. He was a notorious monster, not some prince charming. In a blink of an eye she was running for her room, completely ignoring the girl on the stairs.

Sukuna sighed, shaking his head. Too much drama in one day. At least your flustered face was worth it.

Water showered from the watering can on the flower plants in the garden. You carefully watered every plant. It was early morning, you wanted to finish before the sun hovered over the head and dried them dead. As you came to an end, you saw something rushed past from the corner of your eyes. It was so fast that you almost missed it.

You dropped the can on the ground and marched up to the bush that it hid behind. Parting the leaves, you came across possibly the most beautiful bunny you have ever seen with the most beautiful white fur.

"O my gosh! You baby." You gushed over it but that only seemed to scare it more as you saw it stepping back in fear. You saw the white fur on its left back leg wet with blood, "Don't worry you poor little thing, I won't hurt you."

You slowly brought your hand over it's head to pet but the second your hand was about to touch it, it sprinted off in the jungle behind the shrine.

"Come on, don't run away from me." You shouted as you ran behind the rabbit.

But it didn't stop, going farther into the forest and you ran behind it without any idea of direction. You don't know how long you ran for but soon your legs gave out and you found yourself slumping down under a tree, out of breath. Minutes passed before your racing heart came to a steady pace. You looked around and reality hit you hard. You had absolutely no idea where on earth you were.

You got up from the ground and started walking from the way you came from. It was half an hour when you finally accepted that you were lost. Panic bubbled in your heart. There was only high greenery wherever you looked. Not a single idea what way you came from.

Damn you bunny! And damn you stupid Y/N!

But you didn't stop. You walked and walked till the forest became dark and the moon came up. Everything around you had covered itself into black. Big shapes taking the forms of the terrific monsters. Goosebumps arised all over your body, in cold and fear. Ironic. You feel comfortable with the King of Curses but here you are, getting scared of silhouette. Your steps got wobbly and slow.

À rustling noise came from a bush and that injured rabbit hopped out of it. You shriek in fear, stepping back without seeing and before you know you are falling down the slope. Your body rolled down on the ground, twigs scratching and digging in your skin and all you could do was cry in pain. At the bottom you slammed on to a tree. You felt like all the air had left your lungs.

Tears burned your eyes and sobs erupted from you uncontrollably. With the help of hands, you brought yourself up to rest your back on the tree. Blood ran down from the cut on your forehead. Your body was aching for some rest, fighting for its life to stay away. You felt utterly hopeless.

Will anyone even notice that you've disappeared from the shrine? Will Sukuna notice that you didn't go to the usual meeting spot tonight? It's as if you had gone back to those days in your father's house. Where no one loved you but everyone loved to take their anger out on. At the crack of dawn when you went back to your little room, your body would feel like hell with all the new marks added on your skin.

When your father disclosed the news that you would be offered to Sukuna as a peace offering, you didn't feel an ounce of surprise. You had already accepted your misery. Maybe it was the result of your previous life's sin that you would meet your end by Ryomen Sukuna. But what shocked you was that your life with the cursed king was thousand times better than you had back home. Though you aren't sure if you could call that home.

Sukuna may be known for his cruelty but you would not think twice if you were told to worship him, consider him your god. He was your god. You could live your whole life being his loyal priestess. But what does he think about you? Are you as important to him as he is to you? Or are you just a toy for his entertainment? Well play toys are replaceable. Like the girl from the previous night, he's got many.

Your eyelids became heavy and the dizziness hovered in your mind. Much to your resistance, the world around you disappeared and your body slumped against the tree, unconscious.

Back in the shrine heavy footsteps thud on the wooden floor, Sukuna's huge body moved down the dimmy hallway, eyes glaring into nothing. Behind him, Uraume followed with a poker face but a storm was going inside their head. Sukuna stopped at the end of the hallway and threw the door open that slammed against the hall. Few panicked screams came from other rooms but Sukuna paid no mind to it.

His jaw clenched as he found the room empty, no sign of you being there. His eyes flared in anger and hidden disappointment. So, you finally resorted to running away? Was your life that bad here? Or did you just hate him that much? Sukuna doesn't remember doing anything that will lead to taking this kind of step.

"Uraume." His voice roared in the hallway, "Since when is she missing?"

"We noticed her absence this afternoon, Master Sukuna."

Sukuna threw them a glare, "And why was I not informed?"

"You ordered us to let her do anything she wants so we didn't pay much attention there." Uraume looked down, ashamed, "I'm sorry, Master."

"If I don't find her, you'll be more than sorry." Sukuna grunted before walking past them.

Soon there was a crowd of curses in the manor. Sukuna ordered every one of them to find you before sunrise and inform him. Sukuna sat on the throne, waiting for any news of you as he reminisced over the moments you two spent together. When he first saw you standing on the doorway, moonlight made you glow. You reminded him of that myth, moon princess.

Or those times where you showed no fear, hatred or disgust for him. When you saved the best looking fruit to serve him yourself every night. When you coloured the blank canvas with his palette. Those nights when you dominated his dreams, from the filthiest to the fluffiest. When you looked at him with nothing but pure affection that made his heart flutter. Then why? Just why did you run away?

The door opened and Uraume hurried inside, "Master Sukuna, they have found Ms. Y/N."

In an instant Sukuna was out of the door and into the woods led by Uraume. Questions played in his mind. What state were you in? Were you okay? Were you hurt? Did any stupid curse spirit attack you? Uneasiness filled him from inside the more he went deeper into the woods. How far have you gone?

At last he caught the gimpels of your slumped body. Sukuna crouched down in front of you, sliding off the strands stuck to your sweaty forehead only to realise that you've fainted. His eyes ran over your wounded body, at that moment he wanted to punish you for putting yourself in this position more than anything.

Silently, Sukuna slid one hand under your knees and one underneath your back and picked you up. Sukuna went back to the shrine with you in his arms.

When your eyes opened, an unfamiliar ceiling came to your view, too fancy to be your room. You frowned your eyebrows. What were you doing here? Then everything hit you from the previous day. You were not in the forest. That meant that someone had found you and brought you back here. Who was it?

You sat up on the soft bed, letting the blanket rest around your waist. Looking around, your eyes fell on the man sitting on the tatami mat with his back turned to you. His huge build and pink hair, hard to not notice. So he's the one who saved you? Again?

Your heart swelled up in happiness. Was he worried about you? Has he personally gone out to look for you? Did he miss you?

"Master Sukuna?" You called before you could understand. His back visibly stiffened but he remained still. Did he not hear you? You call him again but this time he roughly stood up and left the room. Confused is what you were with his actions. You wondered if you did something wrong. Seconds after he left, Uraume entered with a tray in hand.

They placed the tray on your lap, "Ms. Y/N, please drink some warm soup. You'll feel better."

Uraume said and took a seat beside the futon, on the tatami mat. Just as you were about to refuse, your belly rumbled embarrassingly loud. In the embarrassed silence, you picked up a little bit of steaming soup in the spoon, blowing on it and then drinking it.

You noticed that you were not feeling any kind of pain and there were no cuts or bruises on your body. After that fall you were sure that you would have at least one broken bone.

Uraume saw you inspecting your arms and they answered your unasked question, "Master Sukuna healed you."

You muttered a soft 'hmm' and silence engulfed you again. It was awkward, especially because the all put together Uraume was fidgeting with their sleeves.

You kept the tray aside with the empty soup bowl, "What is it, Uraume-san? You look anxious."

Uraume dropped their head on the floor, "Have we done something wrong that you had to take this kind of step? If so, please punish us."

Their sudden action sent you into panic mode, "Wait wait wait, What do you mean?"

"Master Sukuna is deeply hurt by your attempt to run away. Please don't punish him for our mistakes." Uraume answered.

Run away?

You threw off the blanket and grabbed them by their shoulders, bringing them up, "Uraume-san, I am confused. When did I try to run away?"

The next words that came out of Uraume's mouth sent you in a spiral. How they misunderstood you going missing. They also mentioned how hurt and angry Sukuna was. That explains his attitude just now.

You palmed your mouth, "O my lord! That's… um.... it's not, where is Master Sukuna? I've to clear this misunderstanding."

You ran out of the room, ignoring Uraume's shouting to not strain yourself. The first place you looked for him was the library where he spent most of his day, drowning himself in the poetic world of other's imagination. Unfortunately it was empty but there was a pile of books left on the table as if someone had tried so hard to read but just couldn't concentrate.

Next was the throne room but it also devoid any sign of him. Where could he be? What place would he go to? Then it clicked. That place. Where you first met him. Where you enjoyed the serene silence of the night. Where you slowly but surely fell for him. The indoor pond.

As you neared the place, muffled voices became clear. Deep raspy voice of you King and a higher pitched feminine voice.

"............. Please Master, I've surrendered myself to you. Why can't you see my love?" Tears streamed down Ayame's porcelain cheeks as she stared at Sukuna's back. Even while sitting down he almost towered over her petite figure.

Sukuna grunted, feeling irritated but otherwise decided to ignore her existence. If it was any other time, she already would have been sliced into million pieces. But at the moment, neither he had any wish nor any energy to put someone in their place.

The whole night Sukuna spent staying by your side and healing your wounds. In the process he discovered all the fading marks on your body when the maid changed you out of that dirty attire and onto a more comfortable blue one. Sukuna had a faint idea who might be the cause of those bruises. Of course who else other than that greedy bastard of your father.

It took every fibre in his body to not go on rampage and find that fucker. Sukuna wanted to give him the slowest and the most dreadful death anyone could even think of. But patience is the key to a satisfying result.

"Master Sukuna, that girl doesn't even love you. She didn't think twice before pulling that stunt."

Sukuna groaned in annoyance. Can't this girl just shut up for once. Ayame knew that she was crossing the line or may have crossed it long ago, it might cost her her life but today was her chance. If she could show him just how much she loved him and deserved his love, she might get to be with him for eternity. She could turn into a damn cannibalistic curse for him.

She gulped down the fear and approached him, "I love you, Master Sukuna, way more than that ungrateful girl could ever—"

Just as she was about to place her hand on his shoulder, a pair of hands grabbed her wrist in a painful fist. The huge one belonged to Sukuna while the one underneath his was much more skinny to be his. Both Sukuna and her eyes followed it and they saw you standing there but you were only looking at Sukuna. He instantly withdrew his hand back and got up, standing at the edge of the pond.

You jerked her hand off, "I do not appreciate anyone talking bad about me behind my back."

"You've got some nerves to say that after the atrocious stunt that you have pulled the night before." Ayame gritted words out between her teeth.

"Don't act so over smart. You don't even know what actually happened. I would never……" Your voice softened, "I can never do that."

Ayame scoffed, "You think anyone will believe your bullshit? If you really didn't try to run away then what were you doing that deep into the forest?"

"I don't owe you any explanation, whoever you may be."

"I'm Ayame—"

"I don't want to know." You ignored her fuming face and walked up to Sukuna instead, "Master Sukuna—"

"Ayame." Her face lit up with hope as Sukuna called her name but that soon turned into disappointment with his next words, "Get out."

Ayame took her leave with an already broken heart. Sukuna went back to being silent again, giving you a chance to explain yourself. You wait for the door to close and give you the much needed privacy but that never happened. You ignored that too.

"Master Sukuna, I didn't try to run away, it's a big misunderstanding." You explained everything, each and every small detail but you were not sure if he even believed you.

His back still faced you, Sukuna remained silent for some time before finally saying something to you, "Why should I believe you? For all I know all this might just be an excuse from you so that I don't kill you."

Sukuna's mouth worked without any thoughts, "Maybe you really intended to get as far away from me as possible. All this time that you spent with me was to make me let my guard down. I was shocked when you said that you aren't scared of me, that might have been a lie too right?......."

It hurt you to see him doubt you and your unspoken relationship. As you tried to interrupt him, his bombarding voice stopped you. Even you were starting to feel frustrated with the situation. At last you let frustration take over you.

In just three steps you were standing in front of the king of curses. You wrapped your arms around his thick neck and got on tiptoes, then your lips crushed on his rough ones. Sukuna didn't react instantly but then his stiff body relaxed. He reciprocated the kiss with much more passion. A hand tangled with your open hair while another rested on the middle of your back. Two hands wrapped around your waist and rested on you ass.

His tongue explored every corner of your mouth. Your hand sneaked up on the nape of his neck and twisted in his pink hair. Sukuna moved, taking you along with him and you followed blindly. Then you felt yourself falling and hitting the cold water of the pond.

You yelped in surprise, "Master Sukuna!"

Your fingers dug on the fabric over his shoulder in death grip. Sukuna kept a firm hold around your waist as he removed the hair on your face that was blocking his view. Water clung to him, making him appear more appealing than ever.

"You cannot live without me?" Sukuna said as his lips curled up in a smirk, using your earlier said words to tease you.

However the smirk was wiped off his face the next second when instead of shying away, you pulled him close till your breast was squeezed against his chest, "I, the loyal servant of the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, can not live or even think of living without my King."

"You are getting bolder these days." Sukuna whispered under his breath and you reciprocated it with, "The effect of you, my King."

Sukuna wasted no time devouring your lips in his. Both soaking wet from the water, you let yourself be lost in each other, exploring each other's body. Clothes shredded, bodies entangled, and two cursed souls became one. Ayame stood outside, her back leaning against the wall as tears streamed down her cheeks and neck. Maybe she truly didn't deserve him.

Thus began the crimson love of the cursed king, Ryomen Sukuna.

"Come here baby, I brought you your favourite fruit, peaches." Sukuna watched as your kneeling form gushed over the white rabbit who hopped out from behind the tree, taking the peach and feasting on it without any care, "Eat fast before anyone sees you here."

It was the same injured one that had caused chaos in your life months ago. You found it wandering in the garden after that passionate night when you gave yourself completely to Sukuna. Sukuna sometimes wonders whether he should let you know that he already knows about him. But seeing you hop around, scared of him finding out is too entertaining.

"Y/N!" Sukuna called from the second floor.

"Bye bye baby." You shoo-ed the bunny away in fear. Sukuna could barely suppress the laugh as you sprinted inside the shrine, "Yes, Master Sukuna, I'm coming."

Yeah, he definitely should not.

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The King's Wife

Chapter 1: You

Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

Warning: Potential SPOILERS for AFTER the Shibuya Incident! 

Summary: Imagine being the reincarnation of Sukuna’s wife.

Being a very powerful sorceress, you were always the centre of attention when it came to the word of jujutsu sorcerers. 

You were told your power was unique.

It was like you weren’t even using cursed energy but rather your own.

They studied you at a young age.

You could easily manipulate water but you were better with ice.

Once a shaman told you that was due to your previous life.

She said you had a life before and your powers must have come from that time. She said you suffered greatly due to another power and in the end, you had a painful death…not like you cared.

You just wanted to become better and help people.

After the incident in Shibuya, you were moved to Tokyo.

You didn’t mind it, it was a great opportunity to learn.

However, you were met with a very broken team.

You met a boy who blamed himself. Itadori.

Poor guy kept on begging you to kill him. 

You refused.

You understood his pain, but after his 100th time asking, you had enough. You slapped him across the face and gave him a piece of your mind.

After, he stopped, he grew and became strong.

You became good friends and fought many cursed spirits. 

Much like the one you have been chasing now for hours.

If it wasn’t for you to get lost and now, you had to look for them.

You used your powers but no luck.

You found yourself in a dark place, alone.

Or at least you thought you were alone.

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[msbyslilbimbo]

Being sukuna’s little pet and him keeping you completely naked with a dog muzzle on your mouth at all times is all I want in 2024 :(

Sukuna who decides you’re best non verbal and on your knees, neck adorned in a dog collar with his name engraved on a tag, leash dangling from the clip and resting in his beefy hand

Sukuna who has you muzzled not three days after meeting you because your mouth is better suited for other things than talking, and only takes it off to fuck your throat and let you eat when he decides you eat in the day

When you do eat your meals, you’re on the floor next to him, bending your head down to eat rather than using hands and utensils bc good pets don’t use their hands and utensils

Sukuna who puts you through the most insane punishments when you misbehave, like branding you, demolishing you with no aftercare, caning parts of your body, depriving you of bathroom privileges, etc bc he’s so mean :(

Sukuna who fucks you from behind and rarely on your back, because you’re a beast, you don’t need to look at him while you’re getting railed; sometimes, if you’ve been extra good, he will fuck you on your back, letting you look up at him and maybe even kiss him if he’s in a really good mood

Sukuna who’s generous enough to set you up a few dog beds on the floor so you can rest while he takes care of business, and maybe, just maybe, on your birthday or if you’ve been the best girl ever, on the bed next to him, where he gives you the rarest of affections and kisses without the muzzle on.

Just. Sukuna.

I wanna be sukuna’s prettiest lil pet :(

[mental-breaker-74]

Imagine: How to get Ryomen Sukuna attention (Ryomen Sukuna x y/n)

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x y/n (you)

Genre: romance

Warning: vulgarity, curses

- be careful because in Sukuna mind there is really thin line between: ,,I will rail this woman” and ,,I will murder this woman”

- it’s either be a brat  or don’t give a fuck – so he can mold and bend you and your attitude to his desires, it would give him a great satisfaction

- the most effective way to gain his attention is to beat his ass, however he is not sure if he wants to have his way with you or made you suffer, or both at once

- if you are not scared of him, you are on the right way

- but be prepared because he wants to change that

- speak to him with spite and venom, it does sound sweet to him – because who do you think you are?

- ,,make me, Sukuna” - and he took that personaly

- if you are bold (and wants to play with fire and your life span), when he grabs you by the neck, look him dead in the eyes and say either ,, harder” or ,,kinky, aren’t you?”

- if he is fronting in Yuji body, put him in his place – give him surprise and yank his head back by the hair ,,be a good boy and stop barking”

- wants to make him jealous? Praise Gojo power and speak how easy you think, he can destroy Sukuna

- ,,All high and mighty, aren’t you Sukuna, but you still are a bitch to a young boy”

- if you are more introverted, on the shyer and tamed side, and he takes interest in you, boiii you are in for a wild ride

- on one side he wants to break you, on the other to build you an empire, so you can sit on his lap and look pretty when he judges low lives from his throne

[vinnieswife]

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last updated! 30/01/2023

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[emmyrosee]

Sometimes, it’s just fun to mess with Sukuna.

He likes to think he’s got you figured out, like how he knows how to navigate each one of your antics like the back of his hand.

But right now, over ice cream, you decide to pull a fast one on him, keep him back on his toes and let him fester in the playfulness that sometimes slips from the relationship.

“Here kuna baby, try this,” you hum, passing him a spoonful of ice cream. He shrugs and leans over, taking the bite and chewing it thoughtfully.

“Pretty good.”

“Right?” You giggle, before wiping your spoon clean. “I didn’t think I’d like the bits of cookie but-“

“What the fuck was that?”

You quirk your brow as his raise in annoyance, looking at you angrily. “What was what, babe?”

“I know you didn’t just wipe your spoon clean,” he snaps. “Be so fucking for real.”

You giggle, “well… yeah… why wouldn’t I? I don’t want to eat your spit.”

“Eat my- WE MAKE OUT?!”

“That’s different,” you scoff. “That’s consensual. This was my spoon.”

His eyes are blown with annoyance as they look around your face for any indication that you’re full of shit and messing with him, but when you give him a simple shrug, he throws his spoon down and immediately grips your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into a messy, noisy kiss, which you squeal into. You taste the rocky road in his lips, and as much as you want to melt into the intense affection, to rile him up more, you bring yours hands to his chest to push him away.

“Kuna!” You gasp against his lips. “What’re you-“

“Look,” he snarls, pulling away angrily. “We’ve been together too long for us to think anything is gross. I refuse to let you think any part of me is gross. Dickhead. I’m perfect.”

“I was kidding!” You laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “There’s nothing in the world I find more attractive than you and your spit.”

Now, he lets out a gag and pulls a face at your words, “alright. Moods gone. You ruined it.” He shakes his head from your grip and pouts.

“Babyyyy,” you titter, grabbing and smushing his cheeks together while you nudge his nose. “There’s always a mood with you.”

“Yeah. And you constantly ruin it.”

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Being Sacrificed To Sukuna On Halloween Night

Ryomen Sukuna X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, sacrifice, Sukuna being Sukuna, suggestive themes

Word Count: 1.2k

(A/N:) I am so mad at Sukuna in the manga, but I can't help but still like him. He's too good of a villain and I can't help myself. I had to write something for him for Halloween because reasons. I didn't know I was going to make it this long though. I may have had a little too much fun writing it but hopefully all the Sukuna fangirls enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Until next time happy reading and happy Halloween! ~Countess

Your village was small and prone to attacks from the most powerful curse in existence. Ryomen Sukuna had terrorized anyone and everyone and it was only when he demanded a sacrifice every Halloween did the attacks stop. This year was your turn to be taken to the superior curse. You stood before the window, dressed in white and waiting for evening to come.

Your parents watched you wearily, your mother weeping bitterly when the elders of the village came to claim you. You watched your home get smaller and smaller before it finally disappeared. The lanterns that lit your path swayed in the breeze as the men surrounded you, leading you further away into the eerie woods. Their grim faces made you more nervous as you shivered, from both the cold and fear. You had heard all the tales of Sukuna, but you had never seen him for yourself. A few girls had been returned if they hadn't pleased the curse only to never be whole ever again. They were prone to scream at any moment and they would never have the normal life the others got to have. The elders tried to tell you that it was an honor to be chosen but all you could see it as was a curse.

Your escort stopped abruptly in the middle of the darkest part of the forest. Trees seemed to quiver in the shadows, when four red eyes pierced the shadows. Your breath wheezed out, your knees becoming weak, and heart racing so fast you feared it would stop. The men at your side fled leaving you alone to face your doom. Sukuna's form seemed to part the forest as he finally stepped before you, the moon lighting his features. He stood heads taller than you, the largest man you had ever seen. With his extra arms and tattoos that covered him, he was the most terrifying thing you had ever seen.

"So you are to be my sacrifice this year," he spoke his voice matching his terrifying appearance. "You're stronger than most. Majority of the time the women faint at the sight of me."

It wasn't that you didn't want to faint, or run, or throw up. Your whole body had quit functioning, it didn't know which movement it wanted to make first. He chuckled darkly knowing that you didn't know what to do. At lease you weren't screaming, that was the most annoying trait about women. While he enjoyed a good scream it did get old when that's all they would do. Not you as you stood frozen in fear. You would make a nice toy, he figured he could get some fun from you before he sent your mutilated corpse back to your village.

Grabbing your arm, you had no choice but to follow him as he drug you through the pitch black woods. You tripped and walked awkwardly trying to keep up with his fast pace. It felt like your arm was about to be ripped from your socket before Sukuna scooped you up holding your body in his four arms. Your wide eyes watched his features carefully as he brought you further into the trees. You had lost your way hours ago, even if you did escape there was no way you could find your way back to the village. Even if you could, they wouldn't accept you back as they would see you doomed them all to suffer the wrath of Sukuna. What he did with the girls, no one knew. You knew majority of them were killed as some of the corpses would be brought back. Whether he ate the others or whatever he deemed worthy of their bodies no one would know. You would know later, you shivered at the thought, but you would never get the chance to tell a soul.

He set you before a shrine carved into the base of a mountain. He shoved you inside, causing you to sprawl across the stone floor. He stepped over you, his robes pulling at your clothing and hair before he took a set upon a throne of bones.

"You are boring me," he muttered. "No screams, no fighting. I was hoping for a little bit of fun before I killed you. Did you just accept your fate?"

You stood up, brushing the dirt from your robes before nodding.

"You do know you can speak to me?"

You shook your head and Sukuna sighed.

"You're no fun."

You blinked and he stood before you once more. You shrunk back as he gripped your chin.

"Shall we play a game," he cooed.

You gulped.

"If you can entertain me and keep me from getting bored. I'll let you leave at the first sign of dawn. If you bore me, I send your head back to your village and your job will be done. Think you can handle that? I am being very generous."

"Yes," you whispered.

Sukuna cackled, "You're starting off well little dove. Continue and you'll be home before you know it."

Hours passed and you were learning more about the curse Ryomen Sukuna than anyone ever had. You felt like you were walking a tight rope as you tried to keep him pleased. Your body wouldn't stop shaking, especially when his red eyes would glow in rage. You would quickly soothe him over. Sukuna had never met a human female like you and he was beginning to like having you around. He liked the way you felt as he dared you to kiss him, he liked the way your hands felt tangled in his hair, and how much smaller than him you were. So fragile. So human. The sun was beginning to rise faster than he realized, but Sukuna was used to having whatever he wanted. And as a curse he would get whatever he desired, no matter the cost or dirty deed he had to do. He had made you an offer and you had proved yourself worthy in winning, but he wasn't going to let you leave. Not when he finally found a sacrifice worth keeping around. The village could keep the other girls, you had proved to be the one. Your home would be with him and he was ready to see that light leave your eyes when you noticed the dawn. He was ready to see the despair replace the excitement.

"Congratulations you won our little game," he grinned ferally. "Too bad you made the game too much fun. I won't let you leave. You can stay with me."

You deflated, tears flowing freely from your eyes. Sukuna stalked forward leaning over your sobbing form. You looked at him with such hatred it gave him a thrill, your body jolting in revolt as he licked the tears from your cheek.

"Welcome to your new home little dove," he growled.

You had been given an honor you never wanted. The Bride of Sukuna as the curse scooped you up. You kicked and screamed, the fight finally coming to your body as he dragged you deeper into his lair. You wished death upon yourself as the hope he had given you that evening was stripped from you. You cursed him and yourself for thinking a curse such as Sukuna would keep his word. You lost sight of the entrance as the sun was taken from you. Those little rays you had gotten to see were to be the last you ever gotten to enjoy as Sukuna kept you deep in the cave. You were his prize and he would never let you go.

[dumbkiri]

𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝐵𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔

|| 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈 ||

Snow has always been your favorite time of the year. You loved the snow as it reminded you of your childhood with your doting parents. They would play in the snow with you and show you how to create snowmen. 

You wanted to have a little fun with your new partner. Yet he was a grump when it came to the cold weather and told you he had no interest in doing small things with creation. 

You were half tempted to command him, but you wanted him to do it on his own volition. So you decided to have a little festival in your village and have your people join you for the festivities. 

It didn’t take long for Ryomen to see the villagers having fun in the snow from the peak of your temple. His eyes searched for your form and it didn’t take long to spot you crowded by children. 

He never saw the appeal of playing in the snow. Although that pretty smile on your face and the happiness in your eyes made him slightly curious to see why you were so entranced by this weather. 

You were having so much fun with the children. From their laughter to their glee, they were the reason why you loved the snow so much. 

“It’s truly fascinating that this is what catches your attention the most.” 

You turned away from your snowman and saw Ryomen with one knee in the snow and his hand grabbing a clump of it. He flicked it off as quick as you looked at him. 

“You actually came down from the temple. I was afraid that you were going to stay grumpy and watch from afar.” 

He scoffed and walked up to you saying, “Of course, you’d know when I’m watching you.” 

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders, “You always have your eyes on me. Ever since that assassination attempt on my life. I believe your chef hates me.” 

Ryomen chuckled and replied smoothly, “Uraume hates everyone.” 

This didn’t sway you and you pressed him harder, “The next time Uraume tries to kill me, I’ll force them to eat themself. It sounds like a befitting death for them considering that they made my villagers eat each other.” 

Ryomen’s eyes narrowed and he stood up to his full height. With a growl-like voice, he said, “If they try to kill you again, I’ll deal with them myself.” It was like he was declaring to you that you wouldn’t even get the chance to kill Uraume. It was endearing to say. 

You smiled softly at his threat and bent down to grab a handful of snow in your hand. You smashed it and smoothed it out to a ball. Then you looked at one of the kids in a group trying to build a snowman. You side glanced at Ryomen with his eyes still on you questioning what you were up to. 

You reeled your arm back and lobbed the snowball at a young boy. It fell on top of his black hair and he turned around to you pointing at Ryomen. “Oh my, Kyo! Sukuna wants to start a snowball fight with you!” 

“A what?” Ryomen asked glaring at you then the kid named Kyo. 

The black haired kid ruffled his hair to rid the snow with a smug grin on his face. “Clan Leader, we all know that we are the undefeated champions. There’s no way he can take us by himself with a cheap shot like that.” 

You put your hand down and laughed seeing the look on Ryomen’s face. You knew he loved a challenge and if he had to show some snotty little brat a champion, he would do so in a heartbeat. 

“Well Kyo, Sukuna never runs from a-“ 

“I don’t have time to play these games.”

Your smile dropped so fast and you looked over at Ryomen puzzled by his interruption. For sure, you had thought he had some interest in playing in the snow. He didn’t say another word and you scooped a handful of snow in your hand with your eyebrows furrowed in the middle. With an attitude you told him, “Don’t turn your back on your enemy.”

You threw the snowball at the back of his head and he stumbled forward until he stood completely still.  “This is a splendid festivity that everyone needs to enjoy!” You bent down and packed another ball in your hands then chucked it at his back this time. 

“I’m tired of you being a grump all day and having no fun!” 

You threw another snowball at him aimed at the same spot.

“You never spend time with my villagers!” 

You chucked the last snowball and sighed defeatedly because you were getting no reaction from him. So you crossed your arms over your chest and huffed out, “If you really want to be my partner, I need to know you can have some kind of fun.” 

You were expecting to meet an angry Sukuna Ryomen, The King of Curses. But instead your face was met with a ball of snow. A deep and hearty laugh could be heard from your partner as he declared to you and the kids, “If you want a fight then come and get it! I won’t go easy on a bunch of brats!”

……

“Mom, heads up!” 

Toge’s warning came from afar and you swiftly dodged a snowball that Gojo Satoru threw at you with a playful smile on his face. You’d forgotten that you were in the middle of a snowball fight with Gojo and some of Toge’s friends. It’s been a long, long time since you participated in one. Some could say centuries. 

Maki sliced a snowball with her staff and pointed the tip at the new student, Yuta. “That was a pathetic shot!” She shouted out and you threw a snowball at a flustered Yuta as he was distracted by Maki’s grin. 

The snowball smacked him in the face and he shook it off with a cheerful smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at the shot you took. It was short lived when someone plopped a handful of snow on the top of your head. 

Gojo rubbed it in and said, “You’re supposed to go easy on my team, remember?” 

You moved to the side and wiped the snow off with a light chuckle. Then you looked up at him and shrugged your shoulders, “You said that the boys were capable of beating the girls. I had to defend Maki and I!” 

“By what? Stealing Panda and having Toge leave Yuta and I alone!” Gojo shouted with his arms up in the air and a pout on his face. You could feel the pieces of snow in your hair melt as you said, “Oh come on, Gojo, you and Yuta are strong! You just landed a sneak attack on me!” Gojo’s pout melted into a smile and he dropped his arms back to his side as he wanted to thank you for this small event. 

After Suguru passed, Gojo was going to fall into a slump until you came along offering his students and himself a day of fun for Christmas. He could tell you wanted everyone to forget what happened the day before. He remembered the way you smiled at his students and offered hot chocolate, presents and a snowball fight to which they all agreed to. 

You could see the the gentleness in his smile and you were going to ask if dinner should be started until you heard:

“Oi, brats! Defend your queen or else I’m going to steal her!” 

“Oh no! Our queen, you have to run away while we protect you!” 

Quickly you turned around and saw a family of five playing in the snow from afar. The father was playing a villain it seemed while the mother was the queen and the children were her protectors. In a flash of memories of so long ago, you saw your village kids and Ryomen in their place. It took everything in you not to cry and long for it to be true again. 

Ryomen made the snowball fight into an all out war with the village kids and you watched him conquer them all. He threw some fast snowballs that weren’t packed hard so when it hit, it didn’t hurt as much. Plus they were children, you had to remind him that a few times when they did hit hard enough for some to cry. 

You managed to blink your tears away as the image was gone and focused on the memories you were creating today. “I believe we should start eating dinner!” You shouted to the teenagers and patted Gojo’s back with a winning smile. “Next time, I will try not to steal anyone from your team, but I can’t-”

“Hey, is everything okay?” 

“Huh?”

You looked up at Gojo with sudden confusion. He wasn’t someone to get all serious in a quick second. At least, that’s what you heard from Toge. His teacher was usually a goofball and the stories about him made you laugh countless times. 

“I hope everything is okay,” You tilted your head slightly then watched Toge leave with his friends in the direction of the temple. “Why are you asking?” 

Gojo followed beside you as you walked a bit far from the squad. He stuffed his hands into his black jacket and replied back, “Well, you looked pretty sad staring at that family. You missing yours?” 

You rubbed your gloved hands together and tried to warm them up with a breath of air. You noted that Toge’s teacher was pretty observant. “I always miss my old family, Gojo. Not a single day goes without me thinking of them or seeing them in people passing by. Toge reminds me of what I had before too. I had a son before he came into my life with a husband and a big family.” 

“What happened to them, if you don’t mind me asking,” Gojo looked down at you and saw the sad shine in your eyes. 

Maybe it was the sentimental feeling today brought, but for some reason you told Gojo what happened. “Jujutsu Society can be cruel to those who hold a dangerous cursed technique. Some of my family members betrayed me and the others died for their loyalty to me. My husband left me for a life of greed and hunger for power then died. My first son died as soon as he left my womb, he wasn’t even named.” 

You said this in an even tone, your voice strong yet filled with remorse. Then you saw the happy grin on Toge’s face as Panda rubbed his paw into his light colored hair. “Not a day goes by without me thinking about them,” you reiterated, “but Toge is my son now. His friends are becoming a part of my family and I will do anything to protect what I have now. I won’t be naive anymore.”

The temple came into view and you saw Toge stop at the steps leading up to it. You snuggled closer to your scarf and looked up at Gojo declaring to him, “My son has given me purpose and I will never lose sight of it.”

He stopped in his tracks as you continued to move on. He watched you converse with the kids and they nodded their heads to what you told them. Then your attention dragged over to Yuta who looked back at you sheepishly. Gojo could hear you explain your customs to the boy and everyone laughed at him when he bowed his head to you. 

“You idiot, she’s not The Sorcerer Queen!” Maki barked out a laugh holding onto her stomach. 

“W-what, but I thought- and Rika- wait!” Yuta stammered out with his blush of embarrassment darkening. He tried to explain himself, but his group of friends couldn’t stop laughing at him. 

“She would have to be centuries old!” Panda exclaimed. 

Gojo could sympathize with Yuta, his distant relative, because he felt the same energy come from you as well. You had cursed speech, but you could speak in full sentences that didn’t harm surrounding people. Your cursed energy also canceled out Toge’s cursed speech which allowed him to speak freely around you. But the Sorcerer Queen had a second technique she inherited from her mother’s side; The Third Eye. 

“Just follow what we do,” Toge instructed Yuta and followed his mother up the stairs leading to the temple for the Inumaki Family. 

…

You reached the top of the temple in five minutes and watched some servants that were on top brushing the snow off the cliff. They bowed their heads when they became aware of your presence and you acknowledged them back. One servant dressed in thick clothing came over with blank slits of paper and pencils for your group. 

You took one of each and walked up to the open doors of the temple. A statue of a woman that represented you stood tall with flowers and seashells by her feet and a crown on her head. Your old village was next to a body of water that offered seashells and fish to your people. They gifted you with necklaces and earrings made from the seashells. 

You wrote down your wish for Lady Inumaki; I wish for another year of peace. 

Then you walked over to a group of candles specifically for your family and lit the candle with a match. You lifted your paper over the flame and watched it burn away, the words disappearing into the cold air. Five unlit candles surrounded yours and you turned around to see Toge walk up with his wish for Lady Inumaki to take. 

You moved off to the side and watched as he retraced your steps. The love in your eyes stirred something in Gojo and he could see that you were a true mother. A woman that would do anything to protect her son and to prevent what happened to her first born. He needed to introduce you to Megumi and ask how you make children fall into your sides so well. 

Gojo could see how high his students hold you up. You supported Maki and never pitied her for the lack of curse energy she had. Panda loved your hugs and said that you made him feel normal besides him being a mutated curse corpse. Yuta came in on the wrong foot because Rika felt threatened by your presence, but you immediately diffused the situation with a small command to calm her down. 

Yuta hasn’t been able to apologize and you never brought it up to the timid male. Last but not least was Toge Inumaki, your son. All Gojo has known are cruel mothers. If their child wasn’t born with a strong cursed technique, that mother wouldn’t hesitate to throw them away. If their child was strong, that mother would control the kid in an agonizing way, making them grow up to be ridiculous adults. 

Yet you raised Inumaki in a loving household full of servants that respected you and him. You showed Maki how to relax from time to time and you often trained with her. Maki was surprised to see that you knew all kinds of fighting styles that benefited you in the long run. Panda was interested in the knowledge you shared with him. He visited the house a lot to read the books in your huge library. Gojo was sure that Yuta would find something that links him to you and you would create another motherly relationship with the male. 

“Gojo-sensei, it's your turn.”

Gojo looked down at his blank piece of paper when Yuta whispered at him. Earlier, Inumaki explained that people would write their wishes on the piece of paper and burn it as an offer to Lady Inumaki. The white haired male wasn’t one for tradition, especially one so old. But it wouldn’t hurt to do this one time. He held his pencil and put the paper against his hand writing his wish down.

He lit the last candle and watched his wish burn away. He wanted to ask what the point of this was. Make a wish and watch it turn to ash, it sounded like it wasn’t going to become true at all. 

“It’s not supposed to.” 

Gojo woke up and looked to his right to see his students staring at him. Inumaki was the one to speak to him and it was like the teen read his mind. Maki picked up his explanation and said, “We write our wishes down to remind us of what we want.” 

“And we burn them to take control of that wish because we are the only ones that can make it come true,” Panda finished with a puff of his chest. They all stood proud and Gojo was left to ask the older Inumaki. 

“Hmm, I guess that makes sense,” Then he went on to ask the older Inumaki, “Why are the candles different amounts? It looks like yours burned a lot, but Inumaki…his candle looks brand new.” 

You giggled and wrapped an arm around your son’s shoulders, “That’s because every year we make a wish to start the new year. If we do not work towards our wish, we get a new candle starting the new year. My candle is the shortest because my wishes have been successful. Poor Toge, though, had to get a new candle last year.” 

“That’s because no one understood me,” Toge grumbled and looked off to the side. 

You pinched his cheek and looked back at Gojo, “You and Yuta will have to work hard every year to remind you of what you have accomplished so far in the future years.”

“Couldn’t we just lie and say our wishes were successful?” As soon as he asked, all the candles in the room blew out and the temple darkened from the lack of light. An angry look flashed in your eyes before you fixed your composure and said, “Lady Inumaki doesn’t like liars, it’s best that you remain true to your wish and work for it.”

The candles came back to life and you watched as the servants began closing the temple off. It was almost time for supper and you knew the kids were ready to eat. “Alright, it’s time to head down now. I’ve had the servants prepare us a yummy meal!” You cheered and the teens began to follow after you engaging in conversations. 

Yet Gojo looked at the six candles and saw two candles off to the side not lit. He wasn’t dumb and he knew that those candles were for your late husband and baby son. He sighed and stuffed his hands into his pocket again. A thought came back to his wish wondering if he was actually going to get to the bottom of it. 

I wish to find out the truth of [Name] Inumaki’s past. And for Megumi to appreciate me for once! -.-

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Apologies for the long wait on this chapter. Like I said, this was just an idea that needed to get out of my head lmao! This was going to be another Gojo series, but then Sukuna came into mind. You'll see dashes of Gojo here and there, don't be surprised! All in all though, Sukuna has this girl!!

[animeficsworld]

The King’s Wife

Chapter 2: Him

Sukuna Ryomen x Reader 

Warning: Potential SPOILERS for AFTER the Shibuya Incident! 

Summary: Imagine being the reincarnation of Sukuna’s wife.

Sukuna couldn’t believe his own eyes.

If one memory of his was clear, it for sure was the day you died.

The memory haunts him like nothing before.

And yet, there you stood, right in front of him.

A jujutsu sorceress. 

A special grade sorceress with incredible powers. He could sense them.

Sukuna felt his insides turning as he tried to make sense of what was going on.

You walked right in, out of nowhere. 

Sukuna felt like he could fall to his knees. 

His body, now his own not a vessel, trembled.

Uraume sensed this, she felt hatred. And seeing you, alive, made her mad.

She charged towards you but you killed her with the flick of your wrist.

Then your eyes met the beast’s.

Sukuna.

How you found the two of them was a mystery even for you. 

You were only looking for your friends. 

But what you heard next, made you almost cry.

“Domain expansion. Malevolent Shrine.” you knew you were strong, but Sukuna would be a great challenge.

There you stood, completely ready for death by the hands of the King himself and yet he didn't move an inch. He kept on looking at you.

“What’s your name?” his voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you replied. At least he will know who he was about to kill.

“You look just like her.” you were very confused. “Follow me.” he raised his left arm and a huge palace appeared. 

You didn’t know why, but you decided to follow him.

What could he be planning?

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[anyon-else]

𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

summary | you have been in sukuna's care for almost a decade, and at times it feels as though he is the only thing that keeps you from sinking into limbo. sukuna wants to see his enemies suffer. while you were meant to be a pawn in that game, he's found himself becoming unwillingly attached to you.

pairings | silco!sukuna x jinx!reader (platonic) + toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, yuuji itadori, nobara kugisake, gojo satoru, mei mei, nanami kento, suguru geto, masamichi yagi, utahime iori, yoshinobu gakuganji, maki zenin

warnings | manipulation, unhealthy relationship, violence, hallucinations, corruption, mentions of death

status | ongoing ➣ next chapter: may the gods strike me down if i forsake you

— loyal and high on devotion (part 1) | sukuna’s power has grown to an unavoidable size for the council of piltover to ignore it. however, their communication with the notoriously cruel leader incites a confrontation in which ghosts are seemingly brought back to life.

extras | read on ao3 | spotify playist | main masterlist

[msbyslilbimbo]

does sukunas little pet ever get spankings? 🥺🖤

NCJDBDD MY FIRST INBOX FRIEND HIIIII-

i think a better question is when dont you get spankings??

sukuna is so mean, its part of how he just kind of acknowledges you; when he wants you out of his way, he spanks you hard. a swat on your bottom when he demands you follow him. when youre riding his cock so good, hes spanking you to make you go faster. when youre bad, he wastes no time in shoving you down, face buried in either the mattress if hes feeling extremely merciful, or in the coldness of the floor below you.

he likes the way your muscle jiggles back towards him, he loves gripping the meat in a massive paw, watching the flesh ripple on his palm. he loves the squeaks and whimpers you release, the way your teeth sinks into your lip to try and quiet your noises bc you’re his pet, he doesn’t care if you like it or not, you’re too stupid to think for yourself like that.

he loves using whips to spank you too, watching the red welts swell on your ass and thighs, the fat tears rolling down your cheeks and arousal dribbling down your legs from the pain.

he merely licks a slithery tongue up the curve of your cheek to taste the salty tears, tosses you a towel to “clean yourself up” before leaving you to tend to your own aftercare.