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[ccazimi]

I want to [remembers that suicide jokes only further damage my mental health] fuck you like an animal

[ccazimi]

ok guys i have to say it…

i see a lot of sukuna x reader fics where he calls reader “little one” and even if it’s outside of a sexual context…IDK. just doesn’t do it for me idk why 😞

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cw: truform sukuna x reader, heian au, fluff

wc: 1.2k

a/n: wrote this to procrastinate on the neuroscience lab that i have to complete...

Sukuna simply does not understand.

He's given you the largest chambers, second only to his own, the best of anything to provide you with whatever comforts you could ever want.

However, you choose to sleep with him at night. This is still fine, considering his futon is so incredibly large that it could fit him while giving you more than enough space to sleep.

And still, even with this ocean of bedding beside him, he finds himself pushed to the fucking edge of the futon till he's nearly on the floor.

Why?

Because you insist on sleeping by him, sticking yourself next to him as close as possible.

Not in a normal way either, no, just body contact is simply not good enough.

You'll wrap your upper arm and leg over him so that you can cling to him as tightly as possible like a koala hanging onto a tree branch. Sometimes you'll even shift up in your sleep till you're basically wrapped around his head, pretty much holding him in a headlock to keep his skull secure against your chest.

Sukuna runs hot, he always has. So naturally he starts to get even more overheated with the warmth of your body pressed right next to him, rendering him unable to sleep comfortably.

He shifts away out of your hold while he's half asleep, still right beside you, but leaving just a little bit of room so he can cool off.

And somehow, even though you're literally sleeping, you instinctively shift right into that little gap to glue yourself to him again.

This cycle continues, him getting hot, moving away, you moving closer. Like this, you effectively herd him like cattle till he feels the uncomfortable edge of his futon and finally wakes up fully to realize that he's about a centimeter away from sleeping on the fucking floor.

Sukuna looks at you and then at the remaining expanse of the futon right next to you.

Unbelievable.

He tries to push you back into the Great Plains of bedding beside you but you grumble when he disturbs your beauty sleep, eyes still shut.

"Move, brat. I've got no fuckin' room."

Sukuna cannot believe that a human woman who is like a third of his size, has him sleeping at the corner of his own bed like he's the family dog.

You don't move.

He sighs and forcefully picks you up, placing you in the center of all that empty room.

This wakes you up, and of course the very first emotion you feel at having been disturbed is irritation.

"What are you doing?!" You whisper, scowling at him like this is all his fault.

Sukuna blinks at you incredulously, this creature that he could finish off before she could even make a noise, with an attitude that levels his own.

"Me? You keep pushing me to the side like we don't have this entire fucking bed. I will not sleep like a peasant in my own chambers."

"What does that even mean? You're just being classist."

One of Sukuna's eyes twitches.

"That's not the point. Just...sleep on your side of the bed, okay?!" He growls before turning away to go back to sleep.

You mutter some expletives under your own breath as well before also falling asleep.

It can't have been more than forty-five minutes when he finally fully wakes again to find himself once more at the edge of the futon.

Strangely though, he doesn't feel you stuck onto him like usual.

He turns to find you sleeping horizontally in that wide open space after having cornered him to the edge of the bed.

All in your sleep.

Sukuna has had just about enough of these antics, further agitated from the lack of rest. He moves over to flick your forehead with one hand, almost feeling bad about it, if it weren't for the current circumstances.

"Wha-" Your eyes shoot open before you glare at him. "Do you have some kind of problem?"

Well, that does it.

If you were anyone else he would've murdered you on the spot, but you're not, so your punishment is limited to him angrily telling you that if you do it again he's going to make you sleep in your own room.

In response you drop your mouth open, staring at him in complete offense like he's personally cursed your entire bloodline. "You do not mean that."

"Try me."

That's enough to have you huffing, getting up off the bed and storming towards the door.

Sukuna frowns. "Where the hell are you going? I said if you do it again, I'm not telling you to leave."

His words fall upon deaf ears, because honestly, he should know by now how stubborn you are.

You leave his room, and go sleep in your own bed.

Sure it's not nearly as nice, but it works just because you're fueled by pure spite, and soon you're fast asleep.

Sukuna, on the other hand, finds himself not able to sleep at all. He tosses and turns until sunlight peaks over the horizon and those damn birds start making a racket outside.

And though he's a bit miserable the whole day, he figures it's fine as you'll come sneaking into his room to sleep with him again tonight, like you always do.

Except you don't.

He waits, night falls, and still you don't arrive.

Finally with a sigh he gets up to go to your chambers, telling himself this is for practical purposes, and practical purposes only because apparently his body can't fall asleep without you right by him.

You're laying in your bed when he enters your room, seemingly asleep.

"Stop pretending to be asleep." He states flatly.

You, with your closed lids, wonder how he knew that. Either way, you don't respond, continuing to feign sleep.

Sukuna remains unimpressed. "I know you're awake, woman."

He's slept with you enough nights to know that there's no way you would sleep so normally, laying perfectly straight in your bed, on your back, blankets tucked neatly around you.

Sukuna groans and simply walks over to your futon, bends over, and slings you over his shoulder like a burlap sack.

And just like he knew you would, you immediately start squirming as he hauls you back to his room, throwing insults at him that he's never even heard before, not even from you.

Still, there's not much you can do, and eventually he gets to his chambers, dropping you on his futon.

You land flat on your butt, before crossing your arms to glare up at him.

"I don't want to sleep with you." You hiss.

"Don't care."

You grumble some more before resigning to sleep at the opposite edge of the bed from him, back turned his way. You feel the futon dip under his weight as he gets in and settles down.

A moment of silence and then-

"Come here." He orders.

You don't move, and when you don't, he does, shifting over till he's pretty much spooning you.

"Asshole." You mumble, though you let your body melt into his touch. "Move, I have no room."

"Sucks, doesn't it?"

But really it doesn't matter, because he'll wake up on the opposite side of the bed anyway in the morning, with you wrapped around him like usual.

[ccazimi]

every day i am subjected unwillingly to pro/anti-ship discourse.you are all So annoying god bles

[ccazimi]

Sukuna's name... Let me preface this by saying that I don't actually care what name is used for him. You use what you want to use, I'll use what I want to use. I just needed this out there because I happened to stumble across this again and it's a pet-peeve of mine.

Ryomen Sukuna. Ryomen is not his name. Ryomen, 両面, is a word meaning two-faced. It is a title. A demeaning one at that. 両, read ryō, is used as a prefix and it means 'both'. 面, read as men, is a noun meaning face. It is literal. Here it is used as an adjective.

Sukuna, 宿儺, on the other hand is a name. 宿, read suku, could mean lodging, inn, or hotel. 儺, read na, means exorcism. It is less literal.

Adjectives will always come before nouns in Japanese which is why the correct order for his name is Ryomen Sukuna. It will always be Ryomen Sukuna, even in the English translations which I feel is where most of the confusion is coming from. Ryomen is an adjective.

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cw: human sukuna x reader, modern au, smut, a bit of bondage, evil blowjob, slight sadism/masochism, reader is lowkey a menace, a bit of dirty talk/degradation

wc: 1.5k

a/n: there was a vision....

Sukuna's bound to the chair, hands tied around the back of it behind him.

He wasn't intimidated by some light bondage-- doesn't change the fact that he'll be in charge even when you have him restrained like this.

Besides, when you pulled away while kissing him, asking him so nicely if you could tie him up because you "wanted to try something new", he couldn't say no, even if he did tease you a bit.

"Say please, and maybe I'll let you."

You peek up at him through your lashes, fixing him with a shy smile. "Pretty please?"

Frankly, this should've been the first warning: you asking him so sweetly when you were usually a grade A brat, devoted to being as difficult as possible even when you wanted something from him.

At the same time though, there's been some times when you were actually nice and submissive without putting up a fight, so he really never knew what exactly to expect.

He squints his eyes at you for a second longer to discern your intentions before deciding that you didn't have any nefarious plans this time, and giving in.

You beam in excitement at having passed his assessment as he sits in the chair you've pulled out.

"Fine. But no pink fuzzy handcuffs or some shit like that."

"Oh, you won't have to worry about that."

And now Sukuna's being tied with thick, strong ropes that you just casually had in your bedroom.

He is, in fact, starting to worry ever so slightly when he can feel the intricate knots you're tying to bind his wrists together, so tightly and firmly that he couldn't get out of them even if he wanted to.

Next are his ankles, and now Sukuna's watching you wondering why the hell you seem to know how to do this better than you should.

By the time you're done, he feels a bit too vulnerable for his liking, but of course he'd never admit that.

Soon you're finished and kneeling between his legs, undoing the zipper of his pants.

He watches you with a smirk, as you struggle just a little. "Shouldn't have tied me up like this, princess. Can't even get my dick out without my help, huh?"

You don't say anything, just smile to yourself as you finally free his cock.

Weird. Normally he gets some kind of rise out of you whenever he taunts you like that.

But it's soon forgotten when you bend down, placing your tongue right on his leaking slit before lapping at the precum that's beaded there.

He sighs in his relief as you grip his throbbing length and begin running your tongue along the veins that crawl up his shaft, placing soft wet kisses as you go before finally taking him into your mouth.

Sukuna groans, watching you with lidded eyes as you begin bobbing your head, taking his cock so well down your throat and back up.

"Ah, fuck, you could've done anything with me like this and you still chose to suck me off." He breathes with a cocky grin spreading across his lips, wishing so badly he could just shove your skull down with his hands. "What a good little slut that knows her mouth belongs wrapped around my dick..."

He jerks his hips up, thrusting himself suddenly down your throat, making you gag and choke slightly as he chuckles condescendingly. "Oh, you look fuckin' adorable right now."

And then, you stop, his dick fully sheathed in your throat as you look up at him with a devious glint in your eyes.

Your mouth is stuffed with cock but even then he swears he can see you grinning.

Sukuna's a bit thrown off, not entirely sure what to make of this when he feels it- something solid, a bit sharp, lightly pressing into the skin at the base of his shaft.

He looks down, eyes widening in utter horror to find you pulling your lips back slightly to show off your teeth caged around the base of his dick.

For the first time in his life, something akin to anxiety threads through him as his breath hitches in his chest.

"Don't you fucking dare." He warns in a low voice.

In response you open your jaw a little wider and drag your mouth up his length, letting your bottom teeth graze ever so slightly against his skin while your warm tongue continues to lap at it.

Sukuna's whole body tenses at the feeling- which man wouldn't when he feels teeth around his most delicate area?

He's suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you could very much inflict some serious damage right now if you really wanted to and he would be able to do absolutely nothing when he's tied down like this.

So this was your plan all along.

Sukuna glares down at you, more in increasing stress than anything else. "Get your fucking teeth off, you dog." He hisses in a strained voice, though for some reason his dick is still entirely rock hard.

Dog, huh?

Well now you're definitely not giving in. In fact the feeling of having him borderline scared like this under your touch is going right to your head.

Your eyes flash as you set a slow rhythm, dragging your tongue around his dick, intentionally letting your teeth brush against his skin.

"Fucking b-, hah-" An unintentional moan leaves his lips at the new feeling, and he can hardly believe that this is doing it for him, making his cock twitch with excitement.

He can feel the smugness practically radiating off you, and Sukuna stares at you venomously like its your fault he's actually getting turned on by you teething his dick.

You continue on, just barely letting the point of your incisors drag along his skin before taking the tiniest nibble near his tip out of curiosity.

Sukuna winces but doesn't say anything, ego dissolving when he feels the slight pinch shooting up his dick, and you feel pleased with yourself for successfully subduing him.

So just because he's being good, you widen your jaw again and suck in your cheeks, making him relax when he feels the sharp edges gone, replaced by only the soft warm heat of your tongue and pulsing throat, your saliva-slicked lips working him till he can feel his orgasm starting to build.

You hear him breathing heavier, straining uncomfortably against the restraints. "Fuck yes, just like that-"

Sukuna fights the urge to thrust his hips and shove his dick further down, in fear that your next nibble will be a bit bigger, if he does so.

And then your pace slows again, spitting more saliva so that it drips down his length, licking up his shaft till you reach his tip oozing precum to swirl your tongue around the tip in sensual strokes as you jerk his shaft with your hand.

Sukuna isn't mad at all by this change of pace, in fact he can feel himself growing closer and closer hungrily watching how erotically you suck him off.

"Look up at me." He commands you, voice rough with arousal and words broken by breathy pants in between.

You do as you're told, lifting your eyes to gaze up into his own, causing another surge of pleasure coursing down to his throbbing dick.

But then you're pulling back to brush his frenulum against the edge of your bottom front teeth, making him stiffen again as a crease forms between his brows.

He growls at you through his clenched jaw, trying not to wince from the proximity of the edge of your teeth to his tip. "I swear to God, when I get out of these damn ropes-"

Sukuna's threat is cut off by you abruptly picking up the intensity of your hand wrapped around and jerking his cock as you double the efforts of your tongue laving around his glans, teeth held in place around his girth, not moving but applying pressure that's gradually increasing.

One part of him feels the instinctive need to get you off his dick right now at all costs and god, how he loathes the effectiveness of these ropes, because without them...

But at the same time he can't deny the thrill that edge of pain is sending through him, jolts of electricity at the simultaneous sting and pleasure blending together with the urgency of cumming before you bite his fucking dick off, and soon his balls are tightening.

"Holy fuck-"

With a final twitch and a groan, he's cumming ropes of thick, hot semen into your mouth, flooding it so that it overflows and leaks from the corners of your lips.

Sukuna leans his head back, closing his eyes to take a few seconds to recover and bask in relief.

When he tips his head forward to look at you again he finds you kneeling, cum swallowed, and smirking like you're almost proud of yourself.

"What the fuck was that?!" He seethes, trying to lean forward despite those fucking ropes and this damn chair.

Finally your smirk splits into a full blown grin. "Well a blowjob, what else?"

"THAT WAS AN EVIL BLOWJOB." Sukuna yells, enraged that you played him like this (and that he liked it).

"You're so hard to please..." You sigh, rolling your eyes as you reach forward to tuck him back in, laughing when he flinches ever so slightly at your touch.

"Stay away from my penis. You've officially lost dick privileges." He announces.

You stand and stretch. "Have I, now?"

"Yes."

"Well, you can untie yourself from these ropes then." You lean over to kiss him on the cheek before running to your room and closing the door, cackling as you hear him raging furiously from the chair he's stuck in.

[ccazimi]

Ur are so real I'm so tired of that twink too🙏😭

ok im so happy im not alone in this LMAOO

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Is it truly a Heian Sukuna fanfic if cannibalism isn't mentioned in some way, shape, or form? Better yet, is it truly a Sukuna x Reader fanfic if Reader themselves does not fall into the practice of devouring human flesh?

Come on, who doesn't want a morally grey (fading to black) Reader that by the end devours the flesh of their kin?

Or a Reader so focussed on the worship of their god that they see no issue partaking in communion meals and too drinking the blood of the offerings.

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i don’t care for ships or anything ship related (this isn’t a diss like i literally just don’t care) but ugh hate when i find fine ass fanart with my fine ass husband (sukuna) and then gojo’s just there like kissing tips with him or something …

like. GET OUT!!! gotta cover up that albino twink with my hand and pretend he isn’t there.

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been seeing a bit more discourse on here about whether heian era sukuna would have concubines so…

culturally speaking, yes i do believe it’s entirely plausible since concubines were a thing back then. we even see yorozu mention she doesn’t want sukuna to have concubines if they get married

the only reason I think he wouldn’t have them is because of sukuna’s personality as gege has written him- the key aspect here which ive said before and will say again is that i do believe he is canonically asexual. why? if a man like sukuna had a sexuality he would be a MENACE. sukuna does things entirely for his own pleasure, he clearly likes to eat and sex isn’t a very far off indulgence from food (imo). i also think he would use sex to assert his power/authority as well. but gege is not that type of author, and so for the sake of jjk, i would say sukuna is written like he’s asexual.

now if he did have a sex drive and in this case let’s just say he’s straight, i do think it wouldn’t be crazy he’d have concubines. people argue he can barely stand yorozu so he’d be too annoyed to have all those women around him, and yes true, but as it’s written in a lot of fics with this concubine set up, the women exist solely for his pleasure— their lives don’t mean anything to him beyond what’s necessary (sex) and so for that reason im assuming the average heian era concubine of sukuna would go to great lengths to be deferential and take care not to bother him, understanding his ruthless nature

the only other likely reason i could think of if heian era sukuna was NOT asexual, is that he didn’t have that kind of noble estate setup to keep concubines around. but he was shown to have a himuro which were expensive back then and pretty much only owned by nobility. and if he had an ice house, that meant he stored food and was probably settled somewhere. so i dont think it would be too insane to stretch it so that he had an estate as well.

the point is, if we stuck completely to the canon version of him it would simply be no fun

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i js needed to lyk that ur ghost reader works r SOO GOOD i love them and thank youuu 🙏🏽🙏🏽

ahhh thank you! they’re so fun to write, so many possibilities when you’re a ghost….

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Poltergeist! (pt. 2)

pt. 1

cw: true-form sukuna x ghost!reader, heian era au, crack, fluff, suggestive themes, possession of bodies (including sukuna's), errr...footjob themes? (it's kind of how she messes with him), mentions of sexual activities, talks of death/dying, reader breaks sukuna's privacy (mayybe dubcon if you squint??), mentions of his two-cocks and a brief peek at them (no explicit descriptions)

wc: 2.1k

a/n: not sure how i feel about this yet but it was fun to write...

It's been about a month since Sukuna's moved into his (your) shrine. A month since you started haunting him.

You keep annoying him, especially since you've officially scared all the servants into proper submission and there's nothing left for you to do, and he keeps threatening to exorcise you.

His final straw was when you got tired of floating around everywhere (he's not sure how that can even happen) and decided you were just going to sit on his shoulder and let him carry you around.

Permanently.

And it's not like he can get you off or really do anything to you, so now he's left with the shitty equivalent of a really chatty parrot on his shoulder and and a backache. Sukuna does not like backaches, especially when they comment on every detail of his life from how gross it is that he eats peoples to you lecturing him that he should really get some more fruits and veggies in his diet.

So finally you push him to the point of making Uraume try and perform yet another banishing ritual.

Like usual, it doesn't work. Like worse than usual, it somehow makes you stronger.

And that's how you've gained the ability to possess people.

You don't tell Sukuna at first, he just notices one day that suddenly that burdensome weight on his shoulder is gone, and he thanks whatever god exists up there. He wonders if one of his exorcisions finally caught up to you or something.

Everything's going well and because he's in the mood, Sukuna invited his best concubine to his chambers that evening. He lies down and instructs his concubine to get to work, leaving it up to her whether she wants to suck him off or ride him.

He closes his eyes when he feels some pressure rubbing along his bulge, figuring she's just working up to the main event. Except his concubine keeps up her rubbing, and what feels like....poking?... his two dicks.

And then-

"Ohhh yeahhh, you like that ya four-armed freak? I bet you do~"

Immediately his eyes shoot open and he sits up, feeling his boners quickly go soft when he finds his concubine laying on her back, still fully clothed, and rubbing his crotch with the ball of her heel.

"What the FUCK are you doing?!" He seethes, unable to process what kind of brain worm's gotten into his concubine's head.

Sukuna picks her up by the ankle and tosses her off the futon, ready to inflict his vengeance for treating his precious package(s) with such disrespect.

He expects his concubine to beg for his forgiveness or something as he glares down at her, but instead she starts laughing, cackling so hard tears come out of her eyes.

Sukuna blinks as the concubine's body abruptly goes limp and your ghostly form slips out.

You're laughing so hard you don't even realize you fell out of her body.

He crosses both sets of arms and stares daggers at you as you just laugh, feeling a vein twitch somewhere in his forehead. "You FILTHY FREAKSHOW OF A GHOST, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU ARE NOT FUNNY."

Finally you stop laughing and look down to realize you fell out of the body again, before sighing dramatically, making a mockery of a pout. "I just wanted to please my dear Lord, King and savior in the way he likes it best...."

"You know, I really wish you were alive."

"Aww, really??"

"So I could kill you myself."

You give him a dirty scowl before it splits into a wicked grin. "Wait a minute...."

Sukuna does not like the look on your face. Not at all.

And before he can even process what's happening, you're whooshing towards him to take over his body.

He freezes for a second, a shiver running down his spine as it feels like his skeleton goes icy cold. And then, he loses all control of his motions.

No, no, no. This can't be happening.

"I can hear you think in here, you know."

"GET OUT. NOW."

He fights for control as you start moving his limbs around like a doll, curious at the strange sensation of inhabiting this unique body.

"Woahhhh. Four arms feels weird."

His arms swing out all in different directions as you test it out, trying to step forward.

Meanwhile sukuna is cussing you out, and trying to cancel all the movements you're making in his body.

"Fucking -goddamn- brat....get the fuck OUT." He struggles through gritted teeth, trying to eject you from his flesh or at least take back control.

Luckily the concubine on the floor had long since scurried out in utter shock, but if she was still there she would be certain that the King of Curses has officially gone mad, arguing with himself and jerking and flailing his body wildly like a really bad marionette.

You fight back just as hard as him. "Hey, wait, we're going to fall--"

"I'M going to fall, there's no WE--"

"WE are in this together now, buddy. Literally..."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT."

His large frame does indeed topple over and both of you groan in pain.

But unfortunately for him, your curiosity is far from satisfied.

You peel open the lips on his stomach, before realizing you can just open the maw yourself. You stick out the large tongue and wiggle it in the air, giggling as you pinch and pull at it with another hand.

"Woah, this thing's freaky--"

"I'M FREAKY??!" Sukuna attempts to shut his stomach maw while reeling in his tongue.

"CAN YOU STOP YELLING FOR ONCE?? WHY ARE YOU EVEN YELLING WHEN I CAN LITERALLY HEAR YOU THINK."

Sukuna's about to yell back when you randomly pull open his hakama and peer down to see what's inside.

"THERE'S TWO--"

He yelps, quickly snapping his waist band shut. He's not one to feel shame, but he's certainly caught off-guard and feeling a bit scandalized right now, before quickly composing himself.

"That's ENOUGH. Can you leave now?!"

"What's the magic word?"

He wonders if he should stab himself right now just to make you feel some pain. It'd be worth it.

"Hey, I can hear that--" You interrupt.

"Please leave. Now." He finally grits out, unable to take this any longer.

And finally there's a sensation like the iciness leaving his bones, and he regains his bodily autonomy. He stands, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"You need to learn some fucking boundaries, woman. What kind of priestess even are you, being such a perv??"

You roll your eyes. "Not a priestess, a shrine maiden. I just worked here."

"Whatever." He grumbles. "I've had enough of you. I'm going to sleep. Please don't bother me."

You decide you've tormented the tyrant just about enough for the day so you go find someone else to bother.

Sukuna's clearly unhappy with you but in a different way that usual. He can't hurt you or get rid of you, so he resorts to giving you the silent treatment.

You can barely believe it, and try to get back his attention somehow or another but nothing works.

You cause a cold draft and blow out all the lanterns?

"We should probably refill the oil in these lamps."

You literally try to talk to him?

"Uraume, do you hear something? Must be the wind...."

Sure, you could go further, but for some reason a part of you actually feels kind of...upset, like you need to fix this. You can't believe it but you actually miss him talking to you, even if it was usually bickering.

Though not always.

He used to talk to you about other stuff too, and during his silent treatment you realize he'd entertain your yapping about stupid and random things quite a bit actually.

But unfortunately, Sukuna isn't the only one around here with an ego. You'd rather die again, than say sorry.

Instead, you bring food to his room, leaving it on the low table by his futon. Sometimes you bring shiny or pretty things you find and leave them there too, like golden hair combs that you steal from servants or colorful feathers you find, despite the fact that he's literally a grown ass man. Even if it takes you sometimes hours of concentrating to pick things up, and successfully move them considerable distances.

You don't know really why you do all this stuff, you just do it. Frankly you were alone your entire life, and even afterwards in death. The life of a shrine maiden was peaceful, sure, but lonely.

You make his futon for him, tidy his room when he's gone like you're one of his fucking servants.

And still, he doesn't acknowledge it or any of your actions. He doesn't even remove the little "gifts" (your version of gifts) you've left for him either, and somehow that's even more upsetting.

A week later after you're still being met with stubborn silence you decide you should try and talk to him -- actually talk to him. He's a busy man, killing and marauding like usual but finally you catch him during a mealtime.

You float in through the walls, and sit in front of him watching him eat for a few moments before trying to start up conversation.

"So....the weather's pretty nice today, huh?" You begin unsurely, trying to keep your voice friendly.

Silence. He's even gotten pretty good at just looking right through you, at whatever's behind.

You sigh. "Wanna know how I died?"

He doesn't respond, but this time his eyes focus on you.

You take it as a sign to continue. "It was about...seven years ago, I think. I'd lived my entire life at the shrine because it belonged to my family. But all of them had died and I was the last one left, so I took on the responsibility of caring for it."

He continues to eat but all his eyes are on you now, like he's listening. "One winter, I fell sick, like really sick. There was no one to take care of me, nothing to do as I could feel my body giving out. I’d never really been scared of death before but in that moment, as i realized i was actually dying, it hit me."

You breathe slowly remembering what it was like, your final moments of life. "Though it wasn't exactly death that was the scariest you know. It was being alone in my final moments, and more than that it was the feeling of being utterly powerless, having no control over my dying flesh. That was the scariest part-- losing my autonomy to nature. I was dying, and there was absolutely nothing I could do."

He looks at you like you want to say something, but he doesn't.

"So....I guess what I'm saying is, I know what it's like. I don't blame you for really not liking me taking over your body. I guess that was sort of....crossing a boundary. I won't do it again." You rub your neck awkwardly, staring intently at the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world. "Because I'm guessing that's what you're soo upset about..."

"Even if I was upset, how do you know it's not over you breaking my favorite sake set when you threw it at the wall to get my attention?"

You look up to find him trying not to smirk at you as he chewed on his food. In fact, he's almost looking at you like he's trying not to laugh.

You cross your arms and huff as you narrow your eyes at him. "I am not apologizing for that. You really ignored me because of that? You're not serious, right?"

He shrugs lazily. "Maybe, maybe not. Besides, I didn't know you coveted my attention so badly." He adds smugly.

If there was any blood flowing in your veins, you might've felt your cheeks heat up ever so slightly. "I don't. I was just trying to be nice, asshole."

"And those were some pretty little gifts you left for me in my room, picking things out like you're a crow. Are you going to comb my hair for me with that comb you left, next?"

You glare at him, unappreciative of his teasing before picking up a random empty dish and throwing it at the wall behind him.

Sukuna doesn't even react to it anymore.

You stand and turn your back, angrily floating out of the room as you have your final word.

"Also I'm not sorry about that footjob."

"Want to give me another?"

You clench your jaw, or else it would fall open, responding by just flipping him off and making the sliding door bang shut behind you.

You can hear him laughing at you from behind it, though a part of you can't help but feel like things are right again.

[ccazimi]

im tryna see something…

[ccazimi]

the way i thought about this and its the reason im writing a serial killer sukuna x reader fic rn so this is my opportunity to yap abt this

there’s only two notable fics that were mentioned in the comment of this genre, chained (completed) and the butcher (ongoing). it’s interesting to see how two variations of him as a serial killer are portrayed, in chained i would say he has more sociopathic tendencies while he seems to be more of a psychopath in the butcher.

these are both excellent fics and portrayals (is it weird to say Chained is one of my comfort fics??) that made me want to write my own spin on the concept of serial killer sukuna.

except i actually don’t find serial killers all that interesting irl, ive never had any kind of fascination with them, so i personally couldn’t just bank on that concept entirely and have reader just be some girl that happens to run into his schemes and become a victim by chance.

in the story im writing reader and sukuna were childhood friends, her being ostracized and feeling isolated because she’s more mature than the rest of her peers that can’t really understand her, and him being a kid with psychopathic tendencies that naturally separates him from other children. they form a bond (i tried to make their dynamics realistic and believable because despite the caveats they’re still just kids), that sets up the story for when they reunite as adults.

there’s a key event, kind of a shared trauma that marks the end of their childhood friendship and i aim to explore the differences in how they turned out because of this event

anyways i hope people will still be interested in this because it contains a past history of their relationship from before the immediate story of them as adults but we’ll see because i don’t want to start posting it until I have a good chunk complete— i only have about 20k words so far and im writing this story between classes and shit without a beta reader so i definitely think it’ll take some time …

You know,

I’m honestly surprised that there aren’t any fanfics of serial killer Sukuna.

Like, he’s canonically a cannibal!

Smart and cunning!

Was looking forward to massacring women and children in the first episode?!?

Like, how has not anyone written him being a serial killer?!?

I’m even surprised that there are no serial killer AU for Sukugo.

Especially after his fight with Gojo!

Those two have a “match my freak” energy and I know Gojo would not mind dating a serial killer Sukuna or maybe it’s kept a secret from him.

Hell, even the Sukuna x reader I don’t even see that concept either!

I think I’m more surprised by the lack of creativity.

It reminds me why I started to write concepts and fanfics in the first place.

[ccazimi]

when the fic sounds like this >> (blackmail by vinus)

[ccazimi]

took dexedrine to get some assignments done in a reasonable time but now im here trying to work on the fic that is currently my secret passion project and it feels… flat?

like the “passion” part of the “passion project” is gone and idk, normally i can typically link emotions with my writing but rn im reading what ive wrote/writing new parts and i feel NOTHING. technically speaking its easier to write because now i can actually focus and have my thoughts run coherently but idk it just feels so … gray and lowkey im just not feeling it

what do you do when your creative endeavors bank on the ebb and flow of what your brain deems worthy or not at the moment 🫠

[ccazimi]

this was so cute but im so sorry this fuckass image kept flash banging my brain while i was trying to read it

Thinking about your Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always uses you as his personal food critic whenever he experiments with a new dish. You are the first to taste it before it goes into the restaurant menu. When you question him about it one time he said you're his personal lucky charm because whenever you taste a new dish first it instantly becomes a hit in the menu.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who has a whole wall dedicated to you and the pics of you two together in his restaurant. Oh but did I mention about the big wall art next to those pics? A wall art of you smiling that he painted himself. He still talks about that art piece proudly to this day.

Chef HusbandSukuna! who has no problem attracting customers. His restaurant is widely known in the town as one of the best spots but the only problem he faces is when people come into his restaurant being attracted to something other than his food. You can only imagine the amount of thirsty comments from both men and women under his restaurant reviews.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who HATES it when people flirt with him even after clearly seeing the wedding ring he wears daily. That's why he lets his co-workers do all the serving and he rarely comes out of the kitchen until someone ask for his presence.

And whenever a customer flirt with him or ask for his number he straight up points to the wall art of you displayed in the restaurant and murmur "my wife" as he go back into the kitchen unbothered.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who never lets you cook anything in the kitchen. He always prepare you food and snacks whenever you ask him without complaining and you slowly came to realize that's his way of showing his love for you. And when he prepares food for you it's never anything simple either,he makes sure his wife eats a 5 star meal everyday.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who takes it as personal offense whenever you recommend take out for dinner. He doesn't understand why you want to eat that unhealthy junk shit when you have a whole chef as your husband.

"Just say you don't love me anymore"

"Kuna.. You are being dramatic I asked it for a change not because I don't love your cooking"

"Then marry a fast food worker that way you can eat junk shit everyday"

"Sukuna!!"

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always decorate your bento box so cutely when you go to work. He doesn't miss with the hello kitty shaped rice balls and the heart shaped vegetables everytime. One time you remember your coworker asking if you're married to a woman because they refuse to believe a bento box that cute was a work of a man.

Safe to say your coworker was even more suprised after seeing the intimidating 6'4 tatted man who came to pick you up later.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always knows to prioritize you over his beloved restaurant. You are sick? Yeah he closes the restaurant and stay by your side all day taking care of you. You want to go on a date? Say no more restaurant is closed within a minute. You took a day off ? yeah the restaurant is closed that day. You wonder how he even keep up the popularity of this restaurant like this.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always loves telling people the story about how you two met and how his restaurant took off after he started dating you. In his eyes you were a blessing given to him. He always wonder how his life started getting better and better after meeting you. A cold heart that was completely untouched by everyone started melting at the presence of yours.

But one thing he knows is that he's going to cherish the blessing given to him for the rest of his life.