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[mahalaraewolfe]

Your new Sukuna fic has me thinking gym crush Sukuna, where reader signs up for a gym membership and ends up going a few weeks to work out, but staying just to see Sukuna work out all the time because awkwardness.

Sukuna assumes she’s being judgmental about his tattoos and what not and confronts her like

“You got a staring problem?”

And poor reader is all flustered and he catches on and he acts all aloof but internally he’s shocked because he’d never had a girl be interested in him (idk maybe his twin brother always outshined him lolz)

And he asks her out and she agrees and they’re just all awkward together because this giant tattooed menacing man is sitting in this tiny café with this shy lady who’s face is bright red.

down bad

pairing: gym crush!sukuna x shy!reader word count: 2.7k content: fluff, mutual pining, second-hand embarrassment if you squint, sukuna being a grumpy cutie patootie, matchmaker!jin a/n: I've never written in this format before but was TWEAKING to give this scrumptious ask something, so sorry if the pacing or anything is a little awkward :') TY FOR THE ASK ANON MUAH MUAH MUAH

gym crush! sukuna who has spent nearly every evening in the gym since he was a teenager and his twin brother told him he seriously needed to start letting off some steam on something that wasn't his patronizing classmate's face. The brooding giant would never admit to it, always claiming that the dude looked at him funny, but damn it, he was the only one allowed to make fun of the coke-bottle-lenses on Jin's new glasses.

gym crush! sukuna who found himself enjoying that little outlet of his more than he cared to admit, and had now been keeping his strict, protein-dense diet and meticulous weight-training routine up for damn near ten years now. Alongside the inches that he had sprouted up in high school, his ever-growing muscles certainly helped keep assholes away from both him and his brother.

gym crush! sukuna who's diligent and consistent efforts were clearly paying off, and you would be the first to attest to that.

gym crush! sukuna who was oblivious to the fact that he had very quickly become a strong part of your motivation to keep coming to the gym a few times a week, knowing you'd be rewarded by the sight of his glistening biceps and fiercely determined, tatted-up face as he lifted what looked to be astronomically large weights with an effortlessness that made you wonder how easy it would be for him to lift you over those bulging shoulders of his.

gym crush! sukuna who you deemed far too intimidatingly handsome to approach— not that you'd be able to summon the courage up anyway. After all, the very slim extent of your ‘flirting’ history was simply… staring and hoping whoever it was caught on eventually— not that the success rate was very high considering that unfortunately, men hadn’t yet developed a knack for mind reading just yet.

gym crush! sukuna who was currently too busy lifting a way-too-heavy barbell off of his brother's chest who insisted he could handle his twin's alarming bench-presses, to notice the far-off look in your dreamy gaze as you watched him from your spot at the leg press. Jin used to come more often with his brother when they were younger in order to keep him motivated, but his availability had become scarce since becoming a father.

gym crush! sukuna who doesn't bat an eye when his twin smiled knowingly through his pants of effort as he heaved himself off the bench and leaned in to let his larger counterpart know that he had an admirer.

gym crush! sukuna who didn't need to look over his shoulder to know that Jin was referring to you, the pretty girl that had been coming in for the past few weeks and couldn't seem to maintain a poker face for the life of you. Sure, Sukuna had grown used to the shocked stares of initial onlookers when faced with his mysterious tattoos and bulking muscles, but you had taken it to a new level.

gym crush! sukuna who kissed his teeth in irritation at the sudden reminder of your unabashed judgement, shaking his head dismissively at Jin and reminding him that, "Yeah, dumbass, everyone stares."

gym crush! sukuna who had his twin about ready to rip his hair out from the roots, because how could someone so innately astute be so hopelessly blind to the metaphorical hearts swirling in your eyes as you watched the ripples in his back flex from under his compression shirt while he maneuvered the weights back to their respective shelves.

gym crush! sukuna who seeks to get his meddling brother off of his back, only trying to prove his own point when he huffs at the man and whips his head around to face you for the first time since he'd noticed your wandering eyes.

You were far too lost in your absentminded daydreaming, thinking about a version of yourself where you'd stop being such a wuss and talk to him— maybe ask him how to use a machine that you'd feign ignorance over, or to tell him that you thought his uniquely intricate tattoos did wonders to emphasize his already prepossessing bone structure.

The theatrics of your mind ran rampant, lighting each of your senses ablaze with thoughts of the way his heated skin would brush against yours, or how you'd get a chance to feel all the fruits of his strenuous labor if he'd press against your back with those statuesque, washboard abs— and, oh my god, is he walking up to you?

gym crush! sukuna who didn't give a fuck that Jin was hot on his heels, begging him not to act on whatever brash impulse that ever-present devil on his shoulder was whispering into his ear. The smaller man watched in utter horror, though seemingly unable to turn away, as his brother bared his teeth before thinking first, as was so tragically typical of him, wiping the glittering hope from your eyes as he snapped.

"You got a fucking staring problem or what?"

gym crush! sukuna who would never admit that perhaps his twin was right, the grueling realization dousing him like a bucket of ice water and draining all the blood from his face as he watched your expression fall in what he thought he was crazy for thinking was disappointment.

It was as if it was happening in slow motion, your legs gradually lowering from the machine as your mouth opened and shut in a frantic attempt to explain yourself to the stranger you'd been fawning over for weeks now. The deep crimson that began rapidly staining your cheeks surely matched the stunning shade of red that, you were now noticing from up close for the first time, swirled in his irises.

gym crush! sukuna who should have apologized, but it was too late now as you muttered out a meek apology, far too mortified to look him in the eyes again.

"N-No, I just..." Your face grew impossibly brighter, nearly blinding the now flustered man who wasn't sure how to piece back together what his quick temper had shattered. Stumbling up from your seat on the machine, you quickly squatted down to collect the water bottle you had placed on the ground. "I'm sorry."

gym crush! sukuna who suddenly felt like the big, bad wolf in every children's tale who just bared his villainously sharp teeth at the unsuspecting, bright-eyed heroine as he watched you make a beeline toward the women's locker room. His bulking arms hung limply at his sides as he blinked owlishly at your frantic escape.

"I'm not gonna say I told you so only because I don't know how much pre-workout you had before this—"

gym crush! sukuna who shoved his balled up fist into the center of his brother's chest, not hard enough to deal any real damage, but certainly hard enough to shut him the fuck up— because how the fuck was he supposed to guess that someone like you was showing any sort of real interest in him?

After all, Jin was always the one who garnered all the positive attention— what with his bright personality and nerdish charm that seemed to make all the girls at school growing up simply melt at his feet. Even now, married and officially off the dating market, his twin was always the one who got the lingering glances and giggling compliments.

All Sukuna was used to receiving were the hushed whispers of judgement and feared sidelong glances whenever he walked into a room. Women showing interest in him were few and far between, especially not delicately pretty and sickeningly sweet ones like you.

gym crush! sukuna who's guilt was swallowing him up a bit more everyday that he came to the gym only to notice your glaring absence growing more and more gut-wrenching as the days continued to blur by.

The brash nature that had protected him from disappointment for so long was now instead the root of his disappointment for once, and for the first time he was beginning to doubt himself.

gym crush! sukuna who nearly drops an unforgiving amount of weight onto his toes when he catches a glimpse of your pretty, pink workout set in his peripheral after nearly two whole weeks of your absence.

It had been an intense internal battle of whether or not you should come back or not. On one hand, the crushing mortification of having to face this man again after getting called out for your stalker like gawking was palpable and suffocating.

On a more practical note though, you had already caved and paid for the year membership to this gym that had definitely put a sizable dent in your bank account, and no amount of cringe-worthy wallowing in your own self-pity was going to excuse the amount of money you were wasting each day you didn't show.

So, when you saw that familiar head of pink hair, you immediately booked your sorry-ass to the opposite side of the gym, your heart racing far faster than you could blame on the fifteen minute cardio workout you had just completed.

gym crush! sukuna who was willing himself to come up with any opportunity to gravitate toward the area of the gym you were currently taking up, but couldn't for the life of him think of what he would say should he face you again, because sorry sure as hell wasn't in his vocabulary.

His eyes would catch yours from across the room, but you'd always make quick work to avert your gaze, that burning flush that would rush to your cheeks reminding him of his atrocious behavior each time.

gym crush! sukuna who finally spots his chance when he sees your sweet face scrunched in panicked frustration as your fingertips struggled to reach the stop bar on the leg press you were currently using. It was clear through the tremble in your thighs that your sore muscles were about to give out on you if you couldn't get this damned torture device to let up in the next ten seconds.

gym crush! sukuna who springs into action, dropping the barbell he had been hoisting over his shoulders and not giving a fuck about the alarmingly loud clang that rang through the otherwise quiet gym as it hit the floor unforgivingly.

Surely an employee would be coming by at any second to apprehend him for the improper handling of the equipment, but right now he dared anyone to try to stop him— because he could already see another sorry ass man stopping what he was doing to come help you, and Sukuna would be damned if that twig stole his moment.

Practically shouldering the audacious man out of the way, he smacked a firm hand on the press you were currently struggling to hold up on your exhausted legs, lifting the weight from your feet while slipping his foot under the stop to lock it safely back into place.

gym crush! sukuna who watched with bated breath as you finally processed who had come to your rescue, glancing frantically between him and his outstretched hand in apprehension.

"Thank you." You muttered bashfully, finally placing your comparably smaller hand into his monstrous palm so he could steady you as you stood from the machine on doe-like, trembling legs. The protective hand he placed at the center of your back for support certainly did nothing for your racing nerves.

He only clicked his tongue in response, peering off to the side as though irritated that he had to come help you. Deep down though, the pink-haired man knew that if he looked at you right now that his face would soon match your blush stricken one.

"How 'bout adjusting the damn machine before you get onto it?"

gym crush! sukuna who realized he once again spoke out of line, cursing himself under his breath as he watched you cast your eyes down to your shoes, a flustered apology spilling from your anxiously bitten lips.

"Sorry, I-I'm kind of new to this stuff, so I don't really know how all of the machines—"

"Quit fucking apologizing, will ya'?"

gym crush! sukuna who demands asks you to get coffee with him one of these days— so he could teach you about proper gym safety, of course.

gym crush! sukuna who, despite having caught on to the reason for your blubbering bashfulness, is still somehow stunned out of his goddamn mind when your pretty pink lips part up at him in shock before a timid grin takes over your once sullen features.

He gulps down the nervous lump in his throat when you nod enthusiastically at him in agreement, because holy shit, he wasn't sure anyone had ever looked at him with so much sunshine behind their eyes before— and definitely not someone as out of his league as he deemed you to be.

Still, his face remained calculatedly neutral as he shoved his phone into your delicate hands to input your number into, all the while he knew he was about to have run laps around the fucking building to rid himself of all this newfound adrenaline your presence was pumping into his system.

gym crush! sukuna who looked so painfully out of place in the cafe you had suggested to him, having shown up nearly half-an-hour early and looming outside the building with all the subtly a six-foot-five beast could possibly muster when standing beside such a frilly looking establishment.

gym crush! sukuna who brushes off your unnecessary apology when you saw him waiting outside for you, lying about the fact that he'd only just gotten there a minute ago.

He doesn't miss the way you flush as he opens the door for you and leads you to the counter with a guiding hand at the small of your back in a manner that came off as so instinctual to him.

You couldn't help it though, because you'd never seen him outside of his typical gym attire, and the flowy button down he had on over his form-fitted tank top was rolled up to his elbows and emphasizing each protruding vein in his meaty arm as he pointed at various menu items in question because lord knows he had no clue what the fuck a lavender-rose oat milk shaken espresso was.

gym crush! sukuna who pointedly ignored the strange look the two of you received from the barista as she took your order, as well as the glare he got from the grandma who's table his imposing figure accidentally bumped into as he slid into his own seat across from you, along with the various blink if you need help type cautionary gazes that were being thrown your way.

You weren't paying them any mind either though, not caring about how strange you looked in your sweet little sundress, sipping on your bright, matcha latte as you beamed at the nefarious looking giant across from you— because both of you were stumbling over your words and flushing as though right back in middle school, and neither of you were quite sure what you'd done to land yourself in this position.

gym crush! sukuna who you were quickly realizing, was not very good at asking for things as he ordered you to begin working out with him instead— y'know, so you didn't risk hurting yourself on one of the machines again totally not because he'd noticed the way other men in the gym had a tendency of letting their eyes wander on you while you were too busy looking at him to notice.

gym boyfriend partner! sukuna who had always rolled his eyes at the people posing for pictures in the gym mirror, now donning a proud smirk of his own as he snapped a picture of his reflection, theatrically flexing his biceps as you stood in front of him, a good head and shoulders shorter as you mimicked his pose with an adorably determined expression.

gym boyfriend partner! sukuna who could only roll his eyes when Jin was the first to comment on his post: told you so.

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Sukuna could’ve ripped his hair out and eaten it by now.

You had to be the most frustrating, insufferable woman he had ever met—and he had met plenty. Fiery, hot-headed, stubborn women who prided themselves on their independence, the ones who bit back, challenged him, and kept him on his toes. But you? Oh, you…

You made him want to throw himself off a cliff just to see if it would shake some sort of reaction out of you. He wanted to scream, to tear at his own hair, to throw the biggest tantrum known to mankind—just to get you to meet him halfway.

Sukuna wasn’t used to this.

You were a quiet storm, but not the kind that came with thunder and lightning—no, you were the kind that just sat there, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on everything until it cracked under the weight. And it pissed him off.

You never asked him for anything. Never demanded, never even hinted. You should. It was your damn right to take from him, to tell him what you wanted, to expect things from him. He was yours, wasn’t he? That’s what it meant, didn’t it? But you just… held it in. Every frustration, every tiny desire, every single thing that could’ve made you happy. He could see it in you, the way your fingers twitched when you hesitated to speak, the way you swallowed your words before they ever had the chance to breathe.

And the apologies—fuck, the apologies. You apologized for everything. Even for things that weren’t your fault. If he so much as looked irritated—at someone else, at a situation, at nothing—you’d immediately shrink, mumbling an "I'm sorry" like you were expecting him to lash out. It made his blood boil. Not at you, never at you, but at whatever had made you like this.

He wanted to see you be selfish. To be demanding. To take without guilt, to lean on him without hesitation. But that would mean changing you, wouldn’t it? Even if it was for the better, even if he knew you’d be happier if you just let yourself want things without tearing yourself apart over it.

But you already thought you weren’t good enough. If he said it out loud, if he pushed you, he knew you’d just break. And that? That was the last thing he wanted.

But patience had never been his strong suit.

It was driving him insane—watching you struggle, watching you fold in on yourself every time you so much as considered speaking up. He wasn’t a patient man, he wasn’t kind, and he sure as hell wasn’t soft, but with you… fuck, with you, he found himself wanting to be.

Even now, he could see it. The way your shoulders were drawn up tight, the way you bit your lip, nails pressing little half-moons into your palms. You wanted something—you needed something. And yet, you just stood there, as if the act of voicing it was worse than suffering in silence.

“Just say it,” he muttered, arms crossed, trying not to sound as frustrated as he felt.

Your head jerked up like a startled deer. “Say what?”

His jaw clenched. You knew what. You always knew. But you were too scared to say it.

“What you want.” His voice was softer this time, but no less firm. “Say it. Anything. I don’t care if it’s the last piece of food on my plate, I don’t care if you want me to burn the whole damn world down—just say it.”

Your breath hitched, eyes darting to the floor. “I—I don’t—”

“Bullshit.” He stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your gaze. “You do. You always do. But you’d rather bite your tongue until it bleeds than let yourself have something, wouldn’t you?”

The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. You looked like you wanted to curl into yourself, to disappear. And yet… something flickered in your eyes. A sliver of something, so small he could barely catch it.

But it was there.

So he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I want you to stop hating yourself long enough to realize you deserve things. That you don’t have to apologize for existing. That you can want shit and not feel like it’s a crime.”

Your fingers twitched.

“I want you to demand things from me. Yell at me. Be selfish. I want you to take from me. Because it’s yours to take.”

Your lip trembled. He saw your throat bob, your hands clench.

And then, in the quietest, most fragile voice he’d ever heard from you—

“…Can you hold me?”

Sukuna exhaled sharply. Not in frustration this time, but in something dangerously close to relief.

He didn’t hesitate.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, holding you so tightly you had no choice but to feel it—to believe it. His warmth, his presence, him.

And for the first time, you didn’t apologize.

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this is from experience btw

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Tigerhybrid!Sukuna x fem!reader

Thank you so much for sending this in, I cherish every ask I get, truly!! I see Tiger!Kuna being this huge intimidating guy but in reality he just needs love lol. I hope you guys enjoy this!!

Tiger!Kuna is definitely a sight to see. Most people wouldn’t assume he’s your boyfriend, rather some man that you should be afraid of. 

To be fair, you were at first. He’s a big guy, for lack of a better term, and he doesn’t talk much, so his emotions are entirely impossible to read. But after some time, and a lot of reassurance, you saw through to Sukuna’s soft inner kitten. 

But people don’t know that, so the amount of times Sukuna is mistaken as your KIDNAPPER rather than your boyfriend is ridiculous. 

Like when you begged him to take you to target so you could find a makeup product you saw online, and he refused to even give you a few feet of space. It was almost comical how Kuna looked following you down the fluorescent makeup aisle, ignoring the other people shopping entirely. 

It only occurred to you that Sukuna’s clinginess could be mistaken as something else when an older women came up to you and tapped you on your shoulder:

“Hi honey, are you okay? Do you need help with anything?” She smiled as her eyes darted between you and Sukuna towering behind you, his ears twitching with agitation atop his head. 

“Oh, I’m fine. I just found what I needed,” you responded with a smile. But the woman took this as you not talking her ‘subtle’ hint, and leaned in closer to you. 

“Do you know that man…behind you?” She whispered. 

You looked over your shoulder at Sukuna, who was still staring you down, and the looked back at the woman. “Yeah, that’s my boyfriend,” you smiled at her, “he’s just like that!”

But it’s not Sukuna’s fault!!! You just make him feel like no one else has, and he’s enamored with you because of that. 

You could simply be near him, or even look a little extra pretty (which is all the time), and he’ll start purring like as loud as a sports car. One little touch from you has his pink ears twitching and fluttering atop his head. In other words, you are the sparks to his flame. 

Without you, he’d probably fall apart. Not just in a romantic I-can’t-live-without-way, but also because you are quite literally the glue holding him together. You run his warm baths, brush out his sensitive tail, and remind him to eat three meals a day; all without him asking. It’s become a natural routine for you, because taking care of him just makes you happy. 

And Sukuna is…not used to that, to say the least. He’s used to people being friendly to him out of fear of in order to gain something. Like the men he occasionally meets in bars that buy him a few rounds just to ask if he’s interested in underground hybrid fighting rings. Or others who only want him for sex, because they fetishize him. But you’re not those people—you’re far, far from those people. 

He only realized this when he saw that you were going out of your way to take care of him. The care you put into his specific diet, the pride you have in his abilities, the unmatched passion you have for the things he enjoys—it all went above and beyond anything anyone has ever done for him. 

In return, he treats you as if you were a princess he has sworn his life to protect. You never have to walk alone or drive anywhere, Sukuna’s got you. You’re no longer even obligated to worry about money anymore because he’s already throwing his card at you. And he will always and forever be your number one protector. He will defend you when no one else will, and he’ll be proud of it. Because he’s proud of you. 

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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! whose tone is usually loud , firm , around class goes lower , slower , & perhaps softer when he tries hearing the questions she’s asking in relation to whatever lecture is being discussed. He’s quite smart in the subject so he has no need to listen , calculations were light work to him. Her on the other hand is a slow learner , an observation that he’s picked on. Though Sukuna can tell that she’s nervous , constantly mumbling apologies for asking such questions. He simply brushes it off & eventually decides he might as well teach her. Very unlikely of him to do so with a seatmate , later on Uraume points it out but Sukuna is quick to shut them out & tell them it was only basic decency.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! whose reputation is a big warning to the school grounds. Rumors say he’s slept with many but it’s mostly false news , some say he’s given one of his opponents a fracture which is likely more true. He’s out of her league , she’s aware of this. Someone reserved & quiet can’t get along with someone like him , Sukuna who’s always stood out to the crowd & has a large group of friends , connections from one person to another wouldn't bat an eye at a girl like her. But his actions are the opposite of her doubts.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who overtime grows fond of her. He’s not only teaching her in the weakest subjects she struggles at , he’s now making the effort of doing small talk with her. He could be talking about how his team lost a game or either won a game out of sheer luck , just an excuse for him to hear her faint smiles or giggles. Sukuna doesn’t know why he loves witnessing a reaction out of her. He likes to view it as a privilege to see this side of her instead of her usual reserved demeanor.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who unknowingly develops a soft spot for her. The way she cracks her knuckles a lot when she’s too overwhelmed at a presentation , the way she plays with her necklace when something is clearly wrong. The way she bites on her lip , bounces her legs , when too much attention is focused on her. He doesn’t know what would ease her anxiety & Sukuna loathes it so he does something that leaves his friends , the whole class jaw dropped. He grants her the permission to play with the silver rings on his fingers , squeeze his forearm , hands , anything to soothe that head of hers even though he despises being touched.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who’d willingly agree to anything she asks for & changes his preference on silly trivial things in order to match hers. She loves chocolate ice cream ? well he does too even though in truth , anything sweet related to treats makes him gag in disgust. She loves the color purple ? he buys himself a purple accessory . Eventually they’d both end up having accidental coordinating fits towards their clothing. Sukuna doesn’t complain though.

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pairing: uraume x gn! reader x sukuna contents: sfw, angst themes, fluff-ish, (don't look at me idk either ok), heian period, non-sorcerer reader, reader has a scar, blood and murder in the background, no specified relationship between anyone, but implied that reader is with sukuna, mentions of reader having a difficult past/trauma wordcount: 1.7k

No one knows how you got there. One day you just were, on his throne. You were soft; you were soft for as long as Uraume knew you. Soft, with kind eyes and gentle hands. Not one of the servants ever really heard you speak, but they saw you with Uraume, saw you with him. 

You must’ve been taken here against your will, they concluded. They whispered it in hallways and kitchens, hushed voices and careful words, as though the King of Curses could've appeared out of nothing and ripped them apart. There was simply no other explanation, they said to each other, heads lowered as they cleaned, and cooked, and worked with trembling hands. 

Different stories were roaming the palace as to how you got there. Had he found you in the woods that surrounded the grounds and carried you back while you kicked and screamed? Had he stolen you from a nearby city or demanded you as a sacrifice, assessing you while you sat in front of him on your knees, trembling in fear? And your poor parents, they said with darting eyes. They were probably still out there, looking for you. Wondering what kind of beast had taken their child.

It was a shame, they agreed. It was a shame that you were stuck here in this place. You would have made a good spouse if it weren’t for that horrible scar anyway. They often wondered if he had given you that one too. So that you could match his deformity. 

Is that why you stayed put on his throne? They watched; they were forced to, as their king made a spectacle out of a servant.

He stole from you.

A necklace Sukuna had given you, the one with blood-red rubies. It had belonged to a powerful sorcerer. Sukuna had chuckled when he told you that, but you were ecstatic to receive something from him. 

It dangled between your fingers as you watched the way your king moved, how he made the servants cower in fear. To you, there was a certain beauty in the way he wrapped a giant hand around the servant's neck while his three other arms rested by his sides. 

It was good to make a spectacle. It prevented thievery. Even when the man's blood dripped down onto the stone floors. You frowned. Someone would have to clean that up later. 

You shifted in your seat. The throne was far too big for your human frame, making you seem smaller than you really were, especially when you draped yourself over the armrest, pouting at Uraume. 

The servants thought this was a showcase of your empathy. Later, they would agree that you had looked away because you couldn’t handle the gruesome show the King was putting on. 

Uruame knew better. They could see the red glint in your eyes, which couldn't quite be blamed on the reflection of the rubies dangling between your fingers. It was weird, the way you knew exactly which servant had stolen the necklace, pointing to his pocket without a doubt. 

Almost like someone or perhaps something had told you. 

Wordlessly, Uraume stepped towards you, taking the necklace from your fingers. You smiled and turned around, letting their slim fingers tug away any of your hair that might have been in the way. Then they clasped the necklace and watched you turn as you played with the gold adorning your neck. 

They never smiled, but you didn’t seem to mind as you reached for their robe, feeling the soft material between your fingers. 

“When is he done?” You whispered, voice light as silk, as you looked up at them. Uruame looked towards Sukuna, eyeing the way several lifeless bodies were at his feet, while the rest of the servants merely cowered on their knees, their eyes locked on the ground. 

“It shouldn’t be long,” they said, turning back to you. You frowned. 

Uraume stared. There was no sympathy in your eyes.

Only boredom. 

Despite your soft appearance, Uraume felt a sort of kinship to you. A weird, twisted bond.

Uraume was the only one—apart from you and Sukuna—who knew that you hadn't been taken. There had been no fight, no screaming, no tears. You had come to him, long after the sun had gone down, your clothes soiled in dirt and and your cheeks blood-stained.

It was incredible that you were even standing. Uraume had thought that back then, when they stood behind their king and watched you, and they still thought it now, as you absentmindedly played with your necklace, a jagged scar going from your forehead, across your nose to your cheek. 

Uraume was the only one who witnessed how you got on your knees before Sukuna and how you confessed. Confessed to seeing strange monsters amongst the trees, in corners of rooms, hanging off the necks of other humans. Confessed that your parents thought you a burden, and your neighbours thought you to be a witch. 

You told them how they came for you in the night and how your parents merely watched. 

And Uraume is the only one who saw the relief in your eyes as Sukuna cradled your face and healed the bleeding cut across your face, only leaving a scar behind. 

A reminder of what they did to you. 

“You might be of some use,” Sukuna had said, amusement brimming in his voice. At the time, Uraume had found this to be odd, but they hadn’t bothered to ask. 

They had written you off as an anomaly. A human with little to no cursed energy, somehow able to still see cursed spirits. You were small and frail compared to them, useless and stupid, but they somehow found you to be endearing. 

You were an outsider, not strong enough to be a sorcerer, yet not able to lead a normal life. Had you been born into a powerful clan, they would have taught you to wield cursed tools and fend for yourself, but your parents had been farmers, easily forgettable maggots on the bottom of the food chain. 

Had you been anyone else, Uraume would’ve hated you. Especially when you began to spend more nights in Sukuna’s chambers than you did in your own. It wasn’t right that someone as powerful as Sukuna wanted waste his time on you. Even more so, it was hard for them to ignore the way you looked at Sukuna. As though you found him beautiful.

You truly were peculiar till the end. 

Their head snapped towards Sukuna as they heard the door shut. There was blood at his feet, but it seemed he made everyone leave. He watched you both, the way you sat on his throne, your hand still on Uraume’s robe. Uraume turned to look at you, but your attention was completely on the King of Curses as you tilted your head slightly. 

He walked towards you. You both had to crane your necks to look up at him, but you didn’t seem to mind as you reached a hand for him. He leaned down, with something resembling tenderness, if Uraume had ever seen that on Sukuna, letting you wipe blood off his cheek. He caught your wrist, bringing your thumb to his mouth, licking the blood off. You parted your lips, seemingly enchanted. 

Uraume was acutely aware there was more to you than they had initially thought. At first, they considered that it was a soft spot that made Sukuna so careful with you. As though by saving you, he felt he was healing a part of himself that had been wronged a long time ago. 

But then they started noticing more cursed spirits around the grounds than normal. Almost as though they were drawn in by something. Something other than Sukuna. Somehow they were drawn to you.

A meek, little human was calling cursed spirits to them. 

Whenever Sukuna was gone, whenever you thought you were alone, you would speak to the curses, whisper secrets, and gently run your fingers over teeth and claws. These cursed spirits seemed to like you. What’s even more confusing, though, is that you seemed to like them back. 

Uraume wondered if Sukuna knew from the start or if he realised later like they did. That you had a thing for monsters and misfits, apparently. 

Uraume wondered a lot of things during the years you lived with them, really. For a long time, they weren’t quite sure if it was a good idea to have let you in. In the end, it didn’t matter, though; you had sunk your tiny claws into them, and for some reason, they couldn't shrug you off. 

Years after you first arrived, you confessed, when you and Uraume were alone, sprawled in your bed, while you ran your fingers through their hair. 

“They talk to me sometimes.” 

Uraume didn’t open their eyes, nor did they move, but they hummed to let you know that they were listening. At this point they had long since discovered your little secret, but Uraume could tell that it meant something that you were telling them. So they let you speak.

“The creatures. They tell me things. It’s how I found this place. They led me here.” 

“Takes a monster to know one,” they eventually replied, and they could feel you laugh, feel the way you vibrated with humanity. 

“I see no monsters in this palace.” 

And Uraume really should’ve resented you. Because you were smart. And you had Sukuna wrapped around your finger, and somehow the scar across your face only worked to make you even more beautiful, more alluring, more human. And worst of all, you were making Uraume far too confused for their liking. 

Sukuna bit down on your thumb, and you gasped, letting out a teasing “My king,” before you were grabbed and thrown over his shoulder as he made his way towards his private chambers. 

Uraume should have resented you. 

“Ume, save me,” you laughed, reaching for them while you thrashed wildly in Sukuna’s hold, certain that he would never drop you. “Save me from this demon!”

You were dangerous. 

Sukuna looked over his shoulder as he gave your ass one harsh slap, making you squeal. 

“Better hurry up, Uraume,” he gave a smile, one they would come to miss once you were gone. Even when they look back now, the look in his eyes is fuzzy, nothing more than an ancient memory. “Otherwise I might have eaten this human before you can even attempt to come to their rescue.”

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you are every lovely word I could think of

synopsis: the mighty king of curses is suffering from a bad case of love sickness<3

content: sukuna x gender neutral reader. FLUFF!! He's so in love with you<33. Around 500 words. Eng isnt my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes♡ not entirely proofread

Sukuna’s ways are faltering. He feels weakened. He’s ill, that's for sure. For a moment, Sukuna thinks this might be the end for him—that this realm has finally found a way to light the darkness and cleanse the rot that is Sukuna Ryomen. King of Curses to some, abomination of nature to most.

And it's all your fault.

He's not entirely sure what kind of divine power your soul carries, but even the simplest things—like the lull of your voice when you speak his name, sweet and syrupy, full of light—are enough to make his cold, dead heart stir once more.  His heart struggling and faltering at times as it tries to beat in sync with yours

It’s a strange sensation, feeling his heart beat again. A deep hum in his chest that almost sounds like your name.  The last time he remembers it happening is so long ago that the memory feels distant, fractured and unreal, like something out of a dream. But he is aware that it beats more warmly, more proudly, than it ever has before. And it's terrifyingly human.

It makes him sick.

Because it’s not the only thing you've changed. The way his voice stutters when you meet his eyes, the hitch in his throat, the molten heat that rushes through his veins—it's all foreign. Unfamiliar. Vulnerable 

It’s a disease, one he can feel creeping through every part of him, infecting and weaving through the darkest corners of his soul. It pumps feverishly through his veins, into his heart, and it’s all because of you. And yet… he cannot bring himself to fight it. At this point, he’s willingly losing, even against his better judgment.

It’s not just Sukuna who notices the shift within himself. Of course, Uraume would, too. Sukuna can tell by the way they’ve been tiptoeing around him these last few days—sentences cut short and overly polite,  eyes cast downward. He puts an end to it one night, after returning from seeing you. Coming back a little more disheveled than when he left, a permanent blush staining his ears and cheeks, making the intimidating expression on his face seem much less terrifying.

"Welcome back, Sukuna," Uraume says quietly. And Sukuna has had enough.

"Look at me." His tone is commanding, but there’s a faint trace of something tender.

"Raise your head and speak your mind, Uraume. I taught you better than that. You've noticed something. Tell me."

There’s a long pause, and then Uraume, with a hesitant glance, mutters, "I think... I think that you’re in love."

Sukuna thinks they might be right.

Thank you for reading!<3

[mahalaraewolfe]

``𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞. - sukuna.,,

▪︎ 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: true form!sukuna (heian era) x siren!reader.

▪︎ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1,745 words.

▪︎ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mentions of death.

▪︎ 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: Sukuna is a feared king, and when he heard about something more powerful than him, he decided he would burn it to ashes, and destroy everything correlated to it. But all went wrong, at the moment he found a beautiful... Woman?

``𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳.

`` 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, and English is not my first language! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. <3

There was a time when everyone lived with fear, being affected by horror and all of the sins that made their scary nightmares. The cause of these so-called fear and horror was the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. A terrifying man who turned himself into a powerful curse, making himself the owner of people's minds, looting villages, taking women like prizes, and turning them into his concubines. All of the sorcerers that tried to win a battle against him were only turned into shreads and bathed Sukuna in their filthy blood.

But, the tales once said something about a magic lake that could clean your soul, turning all of your dust in the most beautiful gold, and send away all your sins. People tried to find this place, only to crumble and rot in their disgrace, doing all of this to relieve their conscience about their crimes whilst mortals. Nobody found this lake, centuries passed, and nothing. But the awful man decided that he would find it and kill all of the magic that he could see there, only to watch the light fading. He couldn't stand something more powerful than him.

Walking across the land, the king only found death and desperation in his way.

"It was meant for give people some hope, but it only killed them and their disgusting dreams of freedom. These damn fools..." He said with an wicked grin in his lips, his eyes showing no remorse or compassion for the people who died in their try, his crimson orbs glowing in the dead of the night.

The forest that he walked in was dense, dark and unforgivable, its trees had no leaves, the roots snaked their way in the ground, making it more challenging not to trip. The sky was nowhere to see, covered by the rotten branches that dared to fall in someone's head. There was a whistle made by the wind that danced between the tree trunks, making a shiver run down whatever spine that was in the way. A feeling of sorrow, a sadness that made the heart ache, the eyelids got heavy, the vision started to be foggy. It looked like the forest was moving, creating a labyrinth of its own to trick anyone's mind, driving them insane second by second.

But the powerful king was not someone who was so easily mistaken or lost, he had a mind that could envy anyone who dared to look inside it. The rote he took was found to be full of dead bodies, rotting into the damp ground, their faces were hopeless. He could almost feel sorry, but he was obviously not, he didn’t feel that kind of emotion, he couldn't. After all, he was the King of Curses, he wouldn't feel remorse or guilt over some trivious thing.

Trespassing by the corpses, walking some miles ahead, he found a ground that had grass, sakuras with blooming flowers, a smell of life in the air, and now the sky could be seen with a beautiful and shiny sun. The wind doesn’t whistled anymore, it singed a sweet lullaby, like it tried bring some peace into a traveler's heart. But all of it couldn't stop the chaos and the storm that was seeping beneath the skin of the King of Curses, urging to be released. Oh, how he would destroy every piece of happiness that existed in this annoying place.

Then, there it was. The Lake of Redemption, its waters were cristaline, so clean and joyful, so... beautiful. Some butterflies flied above it, the birds were chirping happily, and the sun bathed the water, making it look heavenly.

A little ahead, a curious pair of eyes looked at him, above the water. Admiring his form: four arms, two faces, four crimson eyes, pinkish hair, and those tattoos... Well, for them, it was a sight to be seen.

Feeling eyes over him, he searched for the owner, finding (eye color) orbs. Squinting his eyes to the being, he saw it disappear in the water. A few seconds later, a woman with long hair rested her arms in the edge of the lake, showing her upper body to him. Captivated by her form, he couldn't tear his eyes from her. But, he saw something moving in the water, and checked himself. A long siren tail, moving happily, like the woman was happy to see him.

Lowering his body, he sat by the edge, crossing his legs and resting his jaw in the left hand, fascinated by her being, he felt like starting a conversation.

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, because they were both admiring each other's features, drinking in the different type of beauty that they had. Lost in the track of time, they were hopelessly gravitating around the strange feeling that pumped in their hearts. Sukuna wasn't known for being such a dedicated admirer, but for her... He would do anything he could to see her face everyday. The woman, suddenly came with a thought, sharing with him.

"You are here to kill me, aren't you?" Her voice was quiet, soft. It sounded like a whisper, because she wouldn't dare to indulge him in such actions. The siren was curious, because... Why such a creature with such an powerful aura came to that place? He didn't show any guilt, or remorse... Unlike the other beings that came a long ago to the magical lake.

His expression was unreadable, almost if he was thinking of how he would put it in words: should he tell her first? Or just kill her and burn that damn place to ashes? It made the king overthink. And he didn’t liked it. Not at all.

"My plans doesn't belong to your knowledge, little one." These were the only words that came out of his mouth after the long minutes of waiting for an answer.

"...I understand." Her face became a little serious, but she lifted her hand to touch the tattoos that painted his arm, the thoughtful face became a little admired. Her touches ignited a spark in him, like it left warmth where it has passed. A smile spread across her features, while he looked at her attentively, enamored by her.

"Come with me."

Her face became a little shocked, her eyes widen a little, the surprise evident. She looked at him incredulously, like he was telling something absurd.

"I'm sorry, but why? And... How? How can... How can I -" Interrupted by his hand cupping her face, he brought it closer to his own. The crimson eyes looked more inviting than scary, and she never knew that feeling before. Before she could ever think about his intentions, he pulled her off the water. Her tail became a pair of legs because of the lack of spell, spell which was created by the lake to give her a tail and make her his guardian.

... A while ago, a young woman was wounded by a group of curses that hunted her. Running between the tree trunks, she looked to the trail she left behind, scared of the demons that were after her. She ran for her life, for her own sake. She was just a little traveler who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Running into the depths of the forest, she found herself lost in the woods, and the worst was that a storm was approaching. The more she ran, the more desperate she came. Her breath came in small pants, her feet were bleeding because of the rocks on the ground, her face was damp with sweat, and her clothes were ripped in so many places.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't stop. Only run, run, and run. She ran into a cliff, and before she could stop herself, she fell from it. Crashing into the ground, rolling down the hill... Down and down. Her body was limp, she broke a few bones, but she rose from the ground, still fighting for her life, dragging her body across the floor while her legs refused to move. The more she moved, the more her broken bones hurt. Everything seemed bad until her eyes found a lake. A lake full of life, but at the same time, seemed to lack it. So, reluctantly, fighting for a little more time, fighting for more life, she went to the edge of the lake, and as she dipped her hands to drink some of the water, she realized that the bruises on her fingers and wrists were healed by a kind of... golden light. Without thinking twice, she threw her body in there, and when she least expected it, the impossible happened.

Laying in the big man's arms, she looked confused by all the memories that suddenly came into her mind.

"You suddenly looked scared, little one. Some came up in your mind? Or are you just scared of me?" Sukuna said, his voice lacking the sarcasm it used to have.

"Scared of you? Why would I be scared of you?"

Looking deep into his eyes, she saw something she couldn't describe. He seemed to know something she doesn't, and it consumed her thoughts. What could he know? And why does he wants me so suddenly?

"You don't know who I am?" He asked her, looking somehow pissed. How could someone in this land don't know who the King of Curses is?

"One day, one woman told me of a god in land. One that made everyone else fear him, and be in debt with him. He destroyed villages and killed people, and was an ugly monster with a rotten heart."

[Your name] said it with doubt, testing the seas before diving in. All she received from him was a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes, making everything more confusing. "That lady said the right thing. And what you think about it?"

Her eyes held something he didn’t know, but it made him feel things he didn't wanted before.

"You don't look like a monster to me, and ugly? Far from it. You are beautiful, something divine. An enticing and rare being in this world, dare I say."

After these words, he couldn't bear the feeling that bubbled hot in his skin. Some kind of feral desire, because the innocent and oblivious look she gave him, praising him at that level... Stirred something deep inside him. And he wouldn't hold back anymore.

Sukuna was obssessed with the light he was supposed to kill.

[mahalaraewolfe]

How we feeling about gladiator Sukuna?

Sukuna sat on the edge of the pit, his forearms resting against his blood-streaked thighs.

His life had been stripped of choice from the moment his parents sold him into slavery. The years of bloodshed had shaped him into the perfect killer— a gladiator whose name was whispered with both fear and reverence. Fights turned into carnage, and carnage turned into legend.

The crowd adored him, but Sukuna cared little for their fickle praise. There was only one person he wanted to be praised by.

The gate to the pit creaked open, dragging him back to reality. Another opponent stumbled forward, clad in mismatched armor and trembling in fear. Sukuna didn’t bother standing; he tilted his head, the faintest smirk curling his lips. The fight was over before it began.

He danced through the skirmish with brutal efficiency, his muscles moving like coiled steel, his strikes calculated and merciless. His finishing move was always the same— a spectacle of barbarity that left the crowd in a frenzy.

The scent of blood was thick in the air, the roar of the crowd deafening as Sukuna planted his bare foot on his opponent's twitching chest. His crimson eyes burned like embers beneath the flickering torchlight, scanning the mass of faceless nobles who cheered his brutality.

All but one.

Y/N.

Amidst jeweled crowns and silken robes, Sukuna's gaze always sought Y/N out. They were poised yet radiant, seated at the royal pavilion with an air of detached curiosity. Though they had never spoken, he felt their eyes on him.

Y/N‘s gaze wasn’t pitying, nor was it dismissive. It held acknowledgment. Sukuna, the pit slave, was beneath royalty; yet they saw him.

Tonight, he’d make sure they never forgot.

With a guttural snarl, he plunged his hand into his opponent's chest, the crowd erupting as flesh and bone gave way. His fingers wrapped around the frantically beating heart, his muscles flexing as he ripped it free. Blood splattered across his chest and neck, glistening under the light as the man's lifeless body crumpled.

Sukuna raised the heart to his lips, biting into it with savage pride— but this time, instead of tossing it to the sand, he turned his head toward the pavilion.

With a flick of his wrist, the mangled heart landed at Y/N‘s feet as a grotesque yet unmistakable offering. Sukuna‘s bloody grin widened as the nobles gasped in horror, scrambling back from the macabre gift.

It was a crude offering, a symbol as grotesque as it was intimate. For all his arrogance and cruelty, Sukuna had laid bare a fragment of his soul before them.

For weeks after, their stolen glances evolved into a wordless exchange, a silent language of smirks and subtle inclinations. Sukuna found himself craving those moments more than the fights. His victories meant nothing if Y/N‘s gaze wasn’t fixed on him.

But the distance gnawed at him. They were royalty; he was a slave. The chasm between them was insurmountable— until the night a guard came pounding on his door.

The shack Sukuna called home barely held together, its walls warped with age and neglect. When the guard demanded his presence, Sukuna’s first instinct was to refuse, his lip curling in disdain. Yet the mention of Y/N‘s name stopped him cold.

"Royal orders," the guard continued, voice clipped. "Your Highness wishes to see you. Alone."

Sukuna didn’t ask questions. He followed, the dark streets illuminated by the faint glow of distant torches. His bloodstained trousers clung to his legs, his bare chest still smeared with the remnants of his last fight. He didn’t bother cleaning up. If they wanted to see him, they’d see him as he was.

When they reached the royal chambers, the guard pushed the door open and stepped aside. Sukuna entered without hesitation, his towering frame filling the room.

There Y/N was; seated near the window, their silhouette bathed in moonlight. The opulence of their chambers— soft silks, gold-trimmed furniture— was a stark contrast to the grime that clung to him. Yet Sukuna didn’t care. His gaze locked onto theirs, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them.

"You called," he said, his voice low and rough, tinged with mockery. "I came."

Sukuna didn’t move, didn’t bow and didn’t avert his gaze. Instead, he smirked, a flicker of amusement playing across his bloodstreaked features.

"So," he drawled, his crimson eyes blazing. "What does royalty want with a filthy pit gladiator?"

[mahalaraewolfe]

Thinking about Sukuna and Deity!Reader

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The first he ever heard of you was on one of his rampages. The scent of blood hung heavily in the air, along with the stench of burning flesh. The entire village a burning, raging inferno to the heavens. The last of the screams had burnt to the ground along with the city, and all that was left was an ugly scorch, a scar upon the earth. Sukuna towered above one remaining survivor, one quaking man paralyzed in fear. He lay weeping on the ground, blood caking his clothes and face. He prayed to the gods above, to Sukuna, to anyone who would listen. It was a very familiar ritual to Sukuna, and he had no qualms about splitting the man’s head in two. His pleas for mercy only grated upon his nerves.

And then something the man said gave him pause. A name, one he had never heard before. In his blood-hungry rampages Sukuna had heard prayers screamed to every god in the sky earth and sea, and yet he had never heard of this name before. The man uttered it again and again, mumbling it like a mantra. Surprisingly, Sukuna found himself not wanting him to stop. The name was something nice, something warm to his ears, even if it was from the shredded throat of a dead man.

“Who is this you speak of?” Sukuna demanded,- but the man gave no answer, only repeating the name again and again, “Who do you pray to?” Sukuna stipulated, growing irritated now as the man continued to ignore him.

One cleave and the man’s head toppled to the ground. Sukuna scoffed, curse him and whatever foolish deity he devoted himself to.

Some god, he thought, who was just the same as any divine being: wholly indifferent to the pleas of mortals. Sukuna found himself slightly frustrated as he left the burning inferno. Although plenty of blood was spilt, he felt… unsatisfied. The fact he did not know of whoever the man had prayed irritated him more than he’d like to admit. He hesitated at first, but eventually tried saying the name himself.

He was surprised by how much he liked it, how nicely his lips fit around each sound, how the weight felt on his tongue, the way he could almost taste it. It was an odd, foreign sensation, albeit not unwelcome.

Sukuna shakes his head, frustrated at something so trivial and simple as a name bothered him so greatly. He moved to walk ahead, but something suddenly stopped him.

He stared dumbfounded at the figure on the path in front of him. He could’ve sworn he had killed every last mortal in the village. But no, this wasn’t a mortal, Sukuna could instantly tell upon a second glance. Nothing about the being in front of him was even remotely ‘mortal’.

The way the figure carried itself, from the imprints- or lack thereof- that their feet should’ve made in the ground, from the way they almost seemed to glow against the smoky night sky. Everything about whoever this was screamed ethereal

They looked to the embers, the last remains of the village behind Sukuna, and almost seemed to sigh softly,

“It appears my timing is still a bit off” and their voice,— Sukuna had heard many beautiful things in his time, from the finest music to the softest chirp of a bird, but the words that left the figure’s lips had to be the sweetest blessing his ears had ever been graced with, “Unless,” they add, “you were the one to summon me”

Without even needing to think about it, Sukuna uttered the name,— it tumbled from his lips before he could even stop himself,- but something about it just seemed right

You tilted your head, smiling when he says your name, and Sukuna felt that for once in his sinful, accursed life that he had been lucky, lucky to ever have the privilege to witness such a divine and wonderful thing

Never once had Sukuna ever witnessed a god answer a prayer. In the thousands he had slaughtered, out of the hundreds upon thousands of pleas had heard being tossed up to the heavens, never once had he ever seen one answered. He found it a bit ironic, how you ceased to answer to the dying’s mantra of your name over and over again, yet were summoned the second he muttered your name. But Sukuna found he’d rather prefer it no other way.

”Was there someone else here?” You asked, seemingly searching around for whoever had called your name

“no,” Sukuna replies casually, if not a little smugly, smirking perhaps just a wee bit too much, “just me”

He watched you shrug nonchalantly, “oh well, I’ll catch them some other day”— as if this was some casual everyday occurrence for you.

As you turned around Sukuna can’t help but notice how much the absence of your gaze bothers him. Now that he had been bestowed with your attention, he suddenly had no desire to give it up

He can’t help but notice the lack of disgust in your eyes, the look of disdain for such lowly curse scum noticeably absent from your face - and for the first time Sukuna doesn’t feel like the almighty King of Curses- he doesn’t even feel like a curse. In your presence he just simply was. Perhaps the disarming feeling should have alarmed him, perhaps being stripped of his power and crushing presence should have scared him, but he just didn’t care. He oddly didn’t feel powerless at all. The paradox of feelings was all so foreign and new to Sukuna, and it wasn’t something he really wanted to give up right now.

But there was nothing he could do to stop you from leaving. And yet he somehow liked that fact too. He held no power over you, and he liked the sudden shift in power dynamic

“Feel free to summon me anytime” you waved back over your shoulder, “not like I have anything else better to do”

That got his attention. Really? Call you anytime, and you’d answer?

“Alright” he grunted in response, and he found himself believing you.

The grin you offered before turning around and suddenly disappearing had Sukuna almost collapse to his knees and start praying himself.

Sukuna turns around and faces what was left of the village. Charred remains and burnt wood. And, in a split second decision, began walking back towards it

He decided he wanted to build a shrine.

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[A/N] ohhhh he’d build so many shrines and dedicate so many poems to you and just think about the sacrifices - the atrocities -he’d make in your name… im so normal about this 🙏 m’most likely to do this with a male reader in the future, but if someone requests otherwise m more than happy to write for fem or nb as well

[mahalaraewolfe]

Next to my wife

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the overhead fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow over the darkened office. The glass walls reflected the sharp lines of the man standing at its center—a man whose reputation was whispered with equal parts, fear, and reverence. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his presence was as sharp and cold as the knife that rested on the desk beside him.

Before him, a man knelt on the polished floor, bound and bloodied, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The once-pristine white shirt he wore was now stained with crimson, clinging to his trembling frame. Despite the fear in his eyes, he forced himself to speak, his voice hoarse but unwavering.

“After everything you have done,” he rasped, each word dragging itself out of his throat, “how will you sleep at night?”

The suited man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced flick of his lighter. The flame illuminated his face for a brief moment—sharp jawline, calculating eyes, and an expression that betrayed no hint of remorse. He took a slow drag, exhaling a stream of smoke that curled lazily into the air before speaking.

“Next to my wife,” he said simply, his voice low and even, as if the question had been nothing more than idle conversation.

The man on the floor blinked, disbelief flickering across his face. “Your... wife?” he spat, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “You speak of love? You? After the lives you’ve destroyed? The families you’ve torn apart?”

The suited man’s lips curved into a faint smile—not one of amusement, but something softer, almost wistful. He walked around the kneeling man, his footsteps deliberate and slow, the sharp click of his shoes against the marble floor the only sound in the room.

“You think a man like me can’t love?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet intensity. “You think all I am is the blood on my hands?” He paused, turning to face the prisoner, the glow of the cigarette illuminating his face. “Maybe I am. But she—she’s the one thing in this world that’s clean. Untouched by all of this.”

He gestured around the room, as though the opulent surroundings—the leather furniture - the glass walls overlooking the glittering city—were as tainted as he was.

“She knows what I am,” he continued, his voice softening. “And she loves me anyway. Not because she’s blind to the things I’ve done, but because she sees the man I could be—the man I am with her.”

The kneeling man shook his head, his expression a mix of fury and disbelief. “You think that makes you a good man? That loving her wipes away all the lives you’ve taken?”

The suited man crouched down then, bringing himself to eye level with the prisoner. His gaze was steady, unflinching, as he spoke.

“No,” he said, his tone quiet but firm. “I’m not a good man. I never will be. But for her, I’m the best version of myself I can be. And if that means burning down the rest of the world to keep her safe, so be it.”

He straightened, taking another drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it in a nearby ashtray. The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to choke on.

A knock at the door broke the moment. The man’s expression softened immediately as the door opened, and you stepped inside.

You were a vision of understated elegance, dressed in a simple black dress that clung to your frame just enough to hint at its curves. Your eyes, warm and bright, scanned the room before landing on him.

“It’s late,” you said softly, your voice carrying a quiet authority that made the man standing in the room seem almost ordinary.

He nodded, crossing the room to you. His hand found yours, and he lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a tenderness that seemed impossible for a man like him.

Your gaze flicked to the prisoner, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Is everything handled?”

“It will be,” he assured you, his voice gentle now, as though you had the power to soften the sharp edges of his world.

You smiled, a small, knowing smile, and leaned into him. “Good. Come to bed.”

As you both left, his hand resting protectively on the small of your back, he paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder at the prisoner.

“How do I sleep at night?” he repeated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I sleep with her. And she’s the only peace I’ve ever known.”

The door closed behind him, leaving the room silent but for the hum of the light and the weight of his words.

The husband in question: Geto Suguru, Caleb, Sylus, Vladimir, Sukuna, In-ho (The Front man), Eren Yeager, Toji Fushiguro, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Jason Todd, Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze), Silco, Overhaul, Dabi

[mahalaraewolfe]

has anyone ever thought of what it would be like if sukuna were a modern day special-grade sorcerer alongside gojo, geto, yuta, and yuki?

like when you first meet him, you have no idea what his technique is. all you know is that he's this big, beefy guy covered in tattoos—an absolute unit. he's the cockiest out of all of them though, so it has to be something good.

then one day, he comes along with you and another sorcerer on a mission. he tells you both to step back and that he's got this, with a shit eating grin on his face. you roll your eyes because all you know about him so far is that his ego's through the roof.

"why is he taking his shirt off?"

"just wait."

your attentions taken off his nipple piercing when he does this weird hand sign, you think he's going to lay out his domain, but it's something much more interesting.

he suddenly takes on a monstrous form, growing a second pair of equally beefy arms and extra set of eyes. he looks like something that came straight out of hell, but why's he kinda...

"holy fuck"

"i know"

[mahalaraewolfe]

Let the world burn

( ♡ ) pairing : Sukuna x fem!reader ( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ, age gap , idk bro ( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : Hi everyone, I am a 16 yo, as you may know, I’m passionate about writing fanfiction, and I love sharing my stories with all of you. Right now, my family is going through a difficult time—my dad’s company is shutting down in six months, and we’re preparing for the challenges ahead.If you’ve enjoyed my stories or want to help, your support on Ko-fi would mean the world to us. Every tip or commission helps cover essentials like bills and groceries during this uncertain time.Thank you for your kindness and for being part of my journey! 💕

In a world drenched in chaos and blood, Ryomen Sukuna stood at the center, a cursed king feared by all. He thrived in destruction, relishing the terror he inspired and the ruins he left behind. Love, for him, was a weak emotion, something beneath the might of a cursed being like himself. He never imagined that anyone could pierce through his hardened soul.

But then, there were you. You were a light in the darkness, a woman of warmth and kindness in a world that seemed to be falling apart.

In a cruel twist of fate, the day you crossed paths with Sukuna was a day of carnage. Sukuna had laid waste to an entire village in his pursuit of power. The streets were littered with destruction, but amid the chaos, you stood—unwavering, not in fear but in sorrow for the lives lost.

Sukuna’s blood-red eyes fell on you, and instead of finding another trembling victim, he saw a girl standing tall, your gaze soft yet determined as you helped those around you, despite the destruction all around you. You didn’t run from him, didn’t scream or cower. Your kindness in the face of such darkness intrigued him.

“What are you doing?” Sukuna’s voice was a low, menacing growl as he appeared before you, towering like a demon from hell.

You looked up at him, unafraid. You eyes, deep and soft, met his deadly gaze. “Helping,” you said simply, as though his presence didn’t matter, as if the carnage he caused was just another storm to endure.

Sukuna was taken aback by you audacity, the strange way you weren't pressed or terrified of him. The cursed king smirked, finding amusement in your innocence. “Do you not know who I am?” he asked, his voice laced with dark amusement.

“I know exactly who you are, Sukuna,” You answered, your voice calm. “But even monsters deserve compassion.”

Sukuna didn’t know what compelled him to spare you that day. Maybe it was the fire in your eyes, or maybe it was the challenge you posed by not breaking before him. Either way, you had intrigued him in a way no one had in centuries.

He began seeking you out, watching you from the shadows, always lurking. He was the storm, and you the calm within it. Wherever he went, destruction followed, and yet, you remained constant—always kind, always caring for others, even in the face of ruin. Your resilience fascinated him. You were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

Soon, he stopped watching from afar and began confronting you. Each time, he tried to provoke you, taunt you, hoping to see you break. But you never did. Your kindness never wavered. You spoke to him as if he were just another person, not a cursed king with blood on his hands.

"Why do you continue to help people who will only die?" Sukuna asked one evening, his tone laced with dark curiosity. You two stood in the remnants of another destroyed town, the sky above you painted with the fiery glow of the setting sun, mirroring the devastation below.

You looked at him with your calm, steady gaze. “Because it’s all I can do in a world like this.”

Sukuna scoffed, but something about your answer gnawed at him. It was madness, this need to care for a world that was doomed. And yet, it was that very madness that drew him closer to you. Your compassion, your refusal to succumb to fear or hatred — these were things he didn’t understand, things that made you seem untouchable, even to him.

Against his better judgment, Sukuna began to fall for you . He didn’t understand it at first. How could someone like him, a being of destruction and hatred, be drawn to someone so gentle and pure? He found himself wanting to know more about you, wanting to see what lay beneath that calm exterior.

You, too, felt the pull. You knew what Sukuna was—what he had done. But there was something in him, something broken and lost, that you couldn’t turn away from. Beneath his cruelty and his cold exterior, you saw glimpses of a man who had been consumed by his own darkness, a man who, at his core, was fighting against his own nature.

Your relationship was fiery and dangerous, a dance between light and shadow. Sukuna would destroy, and you would heal. He would taunt you, and you would calm him. The more time you spent together, the more you became entwined in a toxic yet irresistible pull.

Sukuna, for the first time, began to see the world through your eyes. He didn’t change — he still embraced his nature as a curse, but you made him feel something different. You were a flame that burned in the center of his cold world, and though he knew it would destroy you both, he couldn’t pull away.

One night, under a blood-red moon, Sukuna found himself standing beside you. The world around you was in flames—another town he had destroyed. But in that moment, as the world burned, it felt like you were the only two who mattered.

"Why do you stay?" Sukuna asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored the destruction around you two. “Because even in all this darkness, I see the man you could be.”

Your words stung, a sharp contrast to the brutality of his existence. No one had ever spoken to him like that. No one had ever cared to.

“If I let the world burn, will you still stay?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, almost like a plea.

You smiled softly, “I’m not afraid of the fire, Sukuna. I’m not afraid of you.”

And so you remained, two opposites bound together by fate. Sukuna, the cursed king who let the world burn, and you, the woman who stayed by his side, unflinching, even as the flames consumed everything around you.

It was a love that was never meant to be—a dangerous, twisted bond that could only end in tragedy. But in the end, you both knew that you would let the world burn just to stay by each other's side for one more moment.

Because even in the ashes, you had found something worth holding onto.

[mahalaraewolfe]

Sukuna Ryomen - you get attacked by curses

The bustling town market was alive with activity. Vendors shouted over one another, displaying their wares on colorful stalls, the air thick with the scent of fresh produce and spices. You had insisted on coming alone, despite Sukuna’s protests.

“You’re the Queen of Curses,” he had growled, his crimson eyes narrowing. “Do you think that title alone will keep you safe? Fools will always test their limits.”

You had brushed him off, confident in your own abilities. After all, you were no ordinary being; you were his equal in power, his counterpart. But now, as the market’s lively atmosphere shifted into something darker, you regretted your decision.

The air grew heavy with cursed energy, and the chatter of the crowd faded into uneasy murmurs. People began to scatter as grotesque curses materialized, their warped forms oozing malice. You stood your ground, your hand crackling with your own cursed energy.

“How bold,” you muttered, glaring at the approaching creatures. “Coming after me in broad daylight.”

The largest of the curses let out an ear-piercing screech and lunged at you. You dodged, summoning a wave of cursed energy that obliterated the smaller ones with ease. But the larger curse was relentless, its attacks faster and more coordinated than you anticipated.

A sharp pain shot through your side as its claws grazed you, tearing through your clothes and skin. Blood trickled down, but you clenched your teeth, refusing to falter.

“Is that all you’ve got?” you taunted, summoning more energy. But the truth was, you were starting to tire. For every curse you destroyed, two more seemed to take its place.

Far away, back at his estate, Sukuna felt it. The surge of cursed energy was impossible to miss, but what truly caught his attention was the unmistakable flare of your energy—strained, flickering like a candle in the wind.

His expression darkened. “Foolish woman,” he growled, rising to his feet. In an instant, he activated his domain expansion, the world around him shifting as he closed the distance between you.

Back at the market, you were on your knees, panting heavily. The curses circled you like vultures, their grotesque laughter grating on your ears. You raised your hand for one final attack, but before you could strike, an overwhelming presence filled the air.

The curses froze, their movements stuttering as if their very existence was being suffocated. A wave of heat washed over you, and you didn’t need to look to know who had arrived.

“Who dares to touch what’s mine?” Sukuna’s voice boomed, dripping with fury.

The curses screeched in terror, some trying to flee, but it was useless. Sukuna’s clawed hand sliced through them effortlessly, his movements precise and brutal. His crimson eyes burned with rage as he annihilated the remaining curses in a matter of seconds.

When the last of them dissolved into nothingness, the market fell eerily silent. Sukuna turned to you, his tattoos glowing faintly as he approached.

“Look at you,” he sneered, his tone laced with both annoyance and concern. “The Queen of Curses, brought to her knees by such pathetic creatures.”

You glared at him, though the exhaustion was evident in your eyes. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

“No,” he growled, crouching down to your level. His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “But you needed it.”

His crimson eyes scanned your injuries, his expression darkening further. With a low sigh, he scooped you into his arms effortlessly, his grip surprisingly gentle despite his anger.

“You’re reckless,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “Do you have any idea what would happen if you were taken from me?”

You blinked, surprised by the uncharacteristic softness in his tone. “I could’ve handled it,” you whispered, though even you didn’t fully believe your words.

Sukuna let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Your arrogance will get you killed one day. And when that happens, I’ll bring you back just to kill you myself.”

Despite his words, his hold on you tightened protectively. As he carried you back to his estate, the townspeople cautiously emerged from their hiding places, murmuring in awe of the terrifying display they had just witnessed.

Sukuna didn’t spare them a glance, his focus solely on you. And though he’d never admit it aloud, the thought of losing you had shaken him to his core.

“You’re mine,” he said firmly, his voice low. “And I won’t let anyone take you from me. Not curses, not humans—no one.”

You rested your head against his chest, the steady thrum of his cursed energy soothing your frayed nerves. For now, you allowed yourself to relax, knowing that as long as Sukuna was by your side, no one would dare lay a hand on you again.

[mahalaraewolfe]

heian era sukuna as a husband!

husband sukuna! who first saw you by the river near your village, washing your hair under the soft glow of the setting sun. the peaceful moment didn’t last long; one of his cursed spirits emerged from the shadows, plucking you from the water like prey and tossing you onto his horse. before you could even scream, you were taken to his cursed shrine high in the mountains, a dark and eerie place where countless other frightened girls from distant villages had been gathered, all trembling in the presence of the king of curses.

husband sukuna! who you had heard countless stories about him in your village, the king of curses, a monstrous being with unmatched power. you always thought they were just myths to keep children from wandering too far. yet, when you finally saw him in all his terrifying glory, his four arms and four sets of piercing eyes radiating an otherworldly dominance, fear wasn’t the first thing you felt. instead, it was curiosity. unlike the other girls who cowered and sobbed, you couldn’t help but step closer and ask, “can i touch you?” your boldness caught him off guard, the faintest flicker of intrigue crossing his face, a reaction he hadn’t shown to anyone in centuries.

husband sukuna! who found himself so intrigued by how someone like you, so small, so mortal, did not tremble in fear. instead, your soft hands reached out, touching his face and arms as if he were some kind of untouchable deity carved from stone, not the monstrous king of curses. he didn’t even realize he had agreed to let you touch him until your fingertips brushed against his skin, your curiosity pulling him into a moment he couldn’t understand.

husband sukuna! who picked you out of all the other frightened girls, initially seeking only a concubine to satisfy his desires, but something shifted when he met you. there was something about your calm, unshaken presence that stirred something in him. you, unlike the others, didn’t cower in fear. you didn’t beg for mercy. your boldness, your curiosity; it intrigued him, and for the first time, he found himself considering you not as just another possession, but as something more. a wife, not a concubine.

husband sukuna! who throws the most lavish wedding the heian lands have ever seen, inviting even the emperor to show off his new wife, his queen of curses. it’s a grand event, full of gold, decorations, and luxury, but all eyes are on you, his chosen, the woman who stood by him, not as a fearful servant, but as his equal. you, his queen, now dressed in the finest clothes, a symbol of his power and the bond between you.

husband sukuna! who started to feel this strange pull every time you were near, like you were the only thing that could fill the emptiness in his heart. he didn’t understand it, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to keep you close, even if it meant pretending he didn’t care.

husband sukuna! who would rarely show it, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, like he was studying you, learning you. he couldn’t stop himself from being drawn to you, no matter how much he tried to act indifferent.

husband sukuna! who started questioning everything he knew about emotions, especially when it came to you. every time you were near, his heart would beat faster, and he didn’t know if it was anger or something else. he wasn’t used to feeling this way, and it bothered him more than he cared to admit.

husband sukuna! who, despite his power, couldn’t control the strange desire to protect you. he didn’t know why, but when danger approached, he felt this overwhelming urge to make sure nothing touched you, even if it meant putting himself at risk.

husband sukuna! who started seeking your company more often, even when it wasn’t necessary. he would pretend it was for something else, like business or duty, but deep down, he just wanted to be near you, to figure out what it was about you that made him feel this way.

husband sukuna! who never expected to find someone who could make him question everything, someone who didn’t fear him the way others did. you were the only one who didn’t tremble when he looked at you, and that intrigued him more than anything else.

husband sukuna! who, without realizing it, started to crave your touch. at first, it was just the occasional brush of your hand, but soon he found himself seeking out those moments, lingering just a little longer than necessary, wanting to feel the warmth of your skin against his.

husband sukuna! who never thought he’d want to spend time with someone like this, but with you, it felt different. he started planning small things just to see you. whether it was a casual walk or sitting together in the garden. he didn’t need a reason; he just wanted to be near you.

husband sukuna! when, during one of your strolls through the garden, you mentioned how much you loved roses (or any flowers you like) he made a mental note of it. the very next month, the entire garden was filled with roses, rows upon rows of them, in every color, and bloom. it was his way of showing you he was listening, even if he never said it aloud. the roses, a silent gesture of his affection, were now there just for you.

husband sukuna! who makes sure all your kimonos are made from the finest and silkiest silk, each one carefully chosen to complement your beauty. your combs, made from the finest bamboo, are crafted with delicate precision, perfect for brushing your long, flowing hair. he ensures that every little detail of your life is as luxurious as possible, from the softest cushions to the finest food, all to spoil you in ways you never imagined. every item, every gesture, is his way of showing how much you mean to him, even if he never says it outright.

husband sukuna! who found himself realizing just how head over heels he was for you when you had to leave his estate to visit your family in the village. the moment you left, an unexpected emptiness washed over him, and he realized how much he missed you already. it was then that he wondered, if I miss you this badly just when you’re at the village, what would I do if you were gone forever? he couldn’t shake the thought. you weren’t immortal like him, and the idea of losing you, someone so human, so delicate, filled him with a kind of fear he never expected to feel.

husband sukuna! who tries to figure out every possible way to make you immortal like him. he couldn’t imagine his life without you, and the thought of losing you one day terrified him more than he’d ever admit. he searched for solutions, delving into ancient texts and forbidden rituals, determined to find a way to keep you by his side forever. the idea of you growing old and leaving him, or even worse, being with someone else, was unbearable. he would do anything to make sure that never happened.

husband sukuna! who, after much searching, discovers that the key to making you immortal like him is by carrying his heir. his immortal blood would imprint on you and his child, ensuring that you would live on, as long as his bloodline continued. when you return, he is sure to tell you of his plan, his determination clear in his eyes. it’s the only way he can guarantee you’ll never leave him, and the thought of sharing his immortal legacy with you fills him with an overwhelming sense of purpose.

husband sukuna! who is the happiest man—or curse—alive when uraume tells him that you are pregnant. a rare, genuine smile spreads across his face, one that few have ever seen. the news fills him with a sense of pride and joy he’s never known, and for once, his usual calm demeanor cracks. the idea of you carrying his child, an heir to his immortal blood, makes him feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. it’s as if everything he’s done, all his power and control, has led to this moment. you, carrying his legacy, makes him feel more alive than he ever has.

husband sukuna! who spoils you rotten throughout your whole pregnancy, making sure you’re eating well and getting everything you need. he hunts himself, ensuring you have the freshest, most protein-rich food, and even arranges for the finest fruits to be delivered from the emperor’s lands. he may or may not have threatened the emperor into compliance, but it didn’t matter. all that mattered was making sure you were well cared for and that nothing, not even a tiny discomfort, would touch you. your well-being was his top priority, and he would go to any lengths to ensure you and the baby were healthy.

husband sukuna! who doesn’t allow you to walk on your own, no, he has four arms for a reason. you’re going to be carried by him everywhere and anywhere. whether it’s across the estate or through the garden, he insists on carrying you in his arms, making sure you don’t lift a finger. he doesn’t care if it’s impractical or if anyone else thinks it’s too much, his only concern is making sure you’re comfortable and safe during your pregnancy, and he enjoys having you close to him at all times. no one else gets to have you but him.

husband sukuna! who has a small throne made for your baby, placing it beside his massive one. with your and his child’s thrones on either side of his, he feels a sense of contentment that he’s never known before. it’s a simple gesture, but it means everything to him, his family, his legacy, all sitting together with him in his domain. the sight of it fills him with pride, knowing that soon, your child will sit there beside you, carrying on his immortal bloodline. it’s the perfect symbol of everything he’s built, and it’s all for you.

[mahalaraewolfe]

❝𝗜𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱❞ (c:)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Sukuna x reader

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: When the memories of your terrible past thrust you into a state of panic, the king comes to your rescue. Set in a medieval-ish era. True form sukuna.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: hurt/comfort, fluff(?), slightly ooc Sukuna

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.2k

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I had such a bad panic attack i wrote this purely as a cope lmao. Also, listened to a Sukuna asmr by Howl KAI where he calls you little akuma (little devil) and BRUH. It's entering my top ten list of nicknames. LOVE it so much. I don't think this fic is even any good as i wrote it super fast but i hope you guys enjoy <3

Today was a bad day, you thought as you settled further into the small bed in the chambers the King of Curses had ordered you to reside in.

The quarters he’d ordered you to stay in were mere moments from his own, wanting your presence close by whenever he required your company. Recently, Sukuna had decided you, one of the meagre servants in his bustling palace, needed to be close to his own chambers. He no longer wanted to wait for you to traverse the thirty minutes it usually took from the servant’s quarters to his chambers whenever his urgesstruck him. Which led to your… change in duties and location.

Yes, today was a bad day. You didn’t have many of them, but when these episodes struck you, they were unpleasant, to say the least.

Terrible anxiety pulsed through you, scratching at your chest and plunging all the way down into your stomach. Your hands shook as sweat stuck your hair to the back of your neck. You wrapped yourself in your blankets, scrunching your eyes shut as you tried to breathe, breathe, breathe… You desperately tried to remind yourself, this would pass, this would pass, this would pass. You really didn’t want to rush to the bathroom again, acrid bile on your lips and a burning in your stomach.

They’re going to know exactly where you are…

But with each passing moment, the wave of sheer panic rose, circling higher and higher, dragging you on a rollercoaster of terror. Your thoughts spiralled, each one leading to another more catastrophic fantasy, rendering you to a mess of stuttering gasps as you attempted to grasp control. Nausea roiled in your gut like a serpent. Memories of the people from your village rung through your mind, torturing you with their cruel acts and disgraceful words.

They’re going to find you and hurt you. Laugh at you as you cry…

But you had no power over this, you knew you just had to ride it out. You tried to breathe again, chest fluttering as you vainly attempted to take another deep breath. The panic only settled deeper as your ribcage expanded, thoughts taking control of you.

They’re going to know. They’re all going to know and they’re going to ruin you.

Panic clutched at your throat, sending a terrible wrongness through you. Like someone had tried to play a chord and pressed the wrong key, dissonant sounds filtering through the air.

They’re going to get you…

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you wheezed, bile stinging the back of your throat. Suddenly, you whipped the blankets and furs to the side, stumbling for the bathroom, the meagre contents of your stomach clawing for escape. You retched over the metal pot in the lavatory, bringing up no more than sour liquid, having already emptied the contents of your stomach.

You finally finished heaving, cleaning your mouth with a spare rag as you wiped your tears and tried to calm your frayed nerves. You returned to the bed, cocooning yourself in between the linens and furs, taking solace in the moment of reprieve.

You felt your soul leaning forward, pressing against your chest as it ached for the king. You had grown used to his presence, and in this moment of weakness, found yourself desperate for his company. The usual fear that drove your every action in his presence was notably absent.

Suddenly, the door to your chambers whirled open, slamming against the wall. You jolted, turning to see the behemoth of a curse standing at your door. You were too frazzled from your episode to bother shaking.

“Who has threatened the life of my servant?” his voice boomed into your small chambers, the threat crystal clear in his tone.

You shook your head, words failing you.

Sukuna stalked towards you, one of his four hands clenching his blood-stained white robes as he sneered at the walls. “Who has dared to touch my servant.”

“No one, my king.” You sputtered.

“Then why does your soul tremble so?” Sukuna drawled as he clutched your blankets away to expose you, clad in a thin nightgown. He dropped the blankets to the ground, eyes scanning over you.

“I profusely apologise, my lord, it is… nothing of note. No one has threatened me.” Shame washed through you. Had you somehow led him to coming to you? It all added to your terribly anxious state, intermingling with fear as you worried that you had taken him from his duties. You had wasted his time with your silly mortal whims, as he often termed it.

Sukuna stared at you, the hard lines of his face smoothing into a calmer expression. His hand reached for your arm, gripping and pulling you forward as his piercing eyes scanned your appearance. He finally released you with a hum when he was satisfied you were unharmed. “Why do you tremble so, brat?”

You willed the tears building at your eyes to wither away as you rubbed at your eyes. “It is n- nothing, my lord.”

“Stop your waggling tongue. Do not lie to your king.” He crossed the upper set of arms, a tendon in his jaw flickering.

“Truly, my lord, it is nothing of note. It is not worth your time…” you mumbled as you reached for the blankets, craving their warmth.

“Do you think me to be a fool?”

A moment of tense silence sunk over you.

“I am sorry, my king. Truly, it is nothing.” You looked him in the eye as you tried to convince him.

“Listen, here, whelp. Your King felt your soul trembling from across the palace, screaming out for my presence.”

You froze, guilt grasping as fervently as panic at your chest. “I am sorry, my king. I have wasted your time needlessly.” You shook your head in shame.

He breathed slowly through his nose as he sat upon the bed, ushering you to the side before gathering you together with the blankets into his four arms like a pet, rubbing your back. “Little Akuma. Come now, settle.”

The panic that had clutched at you before lowered its ugly head an inch, slowly beginning to dissipate. He hummed, the vibrations going through his chest and rumbling into your body. Sukuna held you in silence for a while, the sounds of his calming breaths soothing you, before he spoke once more, probing tenderly. “Little Akuma, what troubles you so?”

“I… It is nothing, my lord. Sometimes… memories of the village. I remember what they did… It frightens me.”

He hummed. “You know that, by my hand, they live no more, do you not?”

“Yes, but…”

“You mortals perplex me so. Trembling over the workings of your mind. Rest now, I will guard this place.”

He pressed your head into his chest as he pulled your legs up and over his own, holding you in the bundle of linens and furs. His hands started to brush through your hair, scratching at your scalp in soothing repetitive motions. “It simply will not do for my servant to tremble so in my absence. From this moment, you shall accompany me in all my duties.”

You tensed. “I do not want to waste your time, my king…”

He sneered at you. “You have no say in this, brat.”

Your body settled, enveloped in his arms as the memories started to fade away. Once the king of curses decided on something, there was no point in arguing.

Sukuna brushed his fingers against your cheek. “No harm will come to you while you rest, now, my little Akuma. Rest.”