#Ryoumen Sukuna

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Happy New Year 🍾🐉

IDGAF they are his kids now

[arrja]

Merry Christmas everyone! 🎄🎄 have a gruncle Sukuna !

[redtsundere-writes]

Gifts | Sukuna Ryomen

king!sukuna ryomen x servant!reader

Sypnosis: Sukuna wants to keep you warm and you warm up his heart in return.

Contents: Merry Christmas. Fluff. Hugs. Gifts.

Word count: 1817 words.

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AO3/WATTPAD VERSION

Sukuna could do whatever the hell he wanted with his servants. If he wanted them all to sing a song every time they saw him, he just had to order it. If he wanted them all to participate in a pitched battle in the forest, he could ask for it without a problem. If he wanted them to run around the courtyard to serve as targets for his archery practice like deer in danger, he could do it. Lately he was liking to ask you specifically for things since out of all the servants, you always tried to do it with a good attitude even if the tasks were repetitive or meaningless.

The white season of the year had finally arrived, which meant that Christmas was right around the corner. You watched the snow fall from the window of the king's hall, the corners crystallizing as you spent hours washing the floor. You were on your knees with the bucket at your side. You dipped the rag back into the ice water to scrub the soapy floor. Sukuna had asked you to clean the floors by hand even though you had mopped the floor yesterday, a mere excuse he had come up with to watch you for hours comfortably from his throne.

The two of you were alone under the lights of the hundreds of candles in the chandelier. The only sound you could hear was the wind gently hitting the window. You were so focused on your task that you didn't see the king observing your figure without any shame. Your hands went numb from the cold. You cupped them against your mouth to blow warm air in a sad attempt to warm yourself. You had trouble swallowing, your nose was red, and you were starting to sniffle. The signs couldn't be more obvious, you were getting a cold. Before you could return to your task, you sneezed. The first went unnoticed, the second caught the king's attention, and the third worried him.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna asked you angrily.

“Nothing, my king.” You answered, but then sneezed again.

“That doesn’t sound like anything.” Sukuna inquired.

“It’s just the change of season. A cold, that’s all.”

The servants wore the same uniform all year round, so it was common for servants to get sick from wearing such thin fabrics during the off-season. Sukuna rested his head on his fist as he admired you washing the already clean floor of his living room. He never cared that any of them got sick or died from the cold, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t let that happen to you.

“I’m cold.” Sukuna complained loudly. You immediately dropped your task to assist him.

“Do you want me to make you some tea or bring you a comforter, my king?” You offered.

“Come,” he ordered you.

You dropped the rag on the bucket and ran to see what he needed. Sukuna sat properly against the throne. You were about to ask him what he needed again, but he pulled you roughly towards him. Before you knew it, you were sitting on his wide lap. Sukuna wrapped you in his robes, pressing you against his strong chest. You completely forgot about the cold as your face immediately warmed up. “It’s warm,” you thought in surprise.

“She’s freezing,” Sukuna thought as he felt you shiver under his arms. He stroked your head as if you were a dog, rubbing your hands between his and hugging your body tightly to warm you up. You weren’t shivering from the cold, it was the involuntary reaction of your nervousness at being so close to him. You didn’t even have the courage to speak to break the tension.

“I’m going to use you for my own comfort.” Sukuna whispered in your ear, excusing himself again.

“Y-yes, my king,” you stuttered.

Sukuna glanced at you to see if you had bought his lie. You didn’t even deign to look at him, your gaze fixed straight ahead as if seeing him would turn you to stone. He smiled and closed his eyes to enjoy having you all to himself. “Why did he say he’s cold if he’s actually hot?” you wondered, melting against him at his sweet touch. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as his fingers continued to run through the pattern of your hair. He looked happy. “Did he do it for me?”

You woke up on Christmas morning hugged by another servant to survive another cold night in the dungeon. You had barely been able to sleep because you had spent the whole night finishing the gift you had prepared for the king. Your fingers were full of stings from not being able to see clearly. You worked with the subtle glow of the night coming through one of the windows as a light source. But you didn't mind, as it was your way of thanking the king for being so kind to you. In his own way, but kind.

Like every day, Uraume forced them to form a line to take attendance, only this time, the line moved slower than usual. It turned out that he was handing out black scarves with matching gloves, something unexpected for everyone considering that the king doesn't care if they die of pneumonia. When it was your turn, Uraume pulled out of another box a pale pink scarf with matching gloves. You noticed that it had the initials "S.R." embroidered with white thread on one end.

"Why is mine different?" You asked curiously as you put on the gloves to cover the scars from the night before.

"No idea." Uraume lied. They knew it was because the king had asked for that set especially for you, and that all the others were to mislead his favoritism towards you.

"And what is today's itinerary?" You put on your scarf, tucking the ends into the hole in front of your neck to ensure it wouldn't move from its place when it was time to do your chores.

“The same as always,” Uraume replied monotonously.

“But today is Christmas. Isn't there going to be a special dinner for the king? Isn't he going to open presents? Does he even have cookies and milk?”

“King Sukuna doesn't celebrate Christmas,” Uraume shook his head.

“Oh, that's a shame,” you commented before continuing down the hall to start your hallway. You looked at the scarf and gloves made of wool. “Did he do it for me?” You wondered with a silly smile on your face.

Sukuna called you to his office. You ran in so as not to make him wait a single minute. The king ordered you to organize his books from A to Z. You got to work immediately while he went through documents. Occasionally, Sukuna would look up to see how you looked with his little gift. The scarf fluttered every time you walked back and forth to get all the books out of their respective places. His initials were exposed on your chest, causing his lips to curl for a second.

“You’re not sneezing anymore,” Sukuna noticed.

“I feel better now, my king. The scarf and gloves you gave us have helped me,” you told him with a smile, still working.

“You seem to like them,” he said.

“I love them. Especially the scarf, because it can also be used as a hat.”

You pulled the back of the scarf, placing it over your head like a hood. The scarf matched his hair, your hands caressing your face delicately to shape the gloves along with that innocent smile that killed his tough personality. Sukuna was mesmerized by how cute you looked. If that was the effect you had on him with a simple scarf and gloves, he had no idea what was in store for him if he saw you in long dresses, gorgeous heels, and fragile tiaras. He could already imagine it. That was when he decided he was going to spend all of his gold coins so he could make his fantasy a reality.

You finished rearranging his books perfectly after a couple of hours. Sukuna had shuffled through all the books to make sure you took longer than you should so he could see you longer. You ran a duster over them to make sure everything was spotless. It was the little details that made you his favorite out of all the servants.

“Do you need anything else?” You dusted your hands off after another job well done.

“You can go now.” Sukuna had run out of excuses to keep you locked up with him. You bowed and turned around to leave.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you thought out loud before returning to him. Sukuna arched an eyebrow at your strange comment. “I know you don’t celebrate Christmas, but I still wanted to bring you a small token of my affection.”

From your apron, you pulled out a black handkerchief with small white daisies embroidered on it. It had some loose threads and the pattern of the flowers wasn’t well-defined. It wasn’t fine work like what he was used to, but it was adorably homemade. Sukuna recognized the fabric from somewhere.

“Where did you get the fabric?” He asked without taking his eyes off his gift.

“It’s from the kimono we had to throw away because we couldn’t get the blood stains out.” You answered timidly. “I know how much you liked that kimono and the flowers, so I made this for you.”

“Get out,” Sukuna ordered without looking you in the eyes.

“Yes, my king,” you stammered at the direct order. You bowed and hurried out.

As soon as the door closed, the king hid his blushing face behind the handkerchief. “Why are you so cute?!” He growled against it.

He had never received anything like this in all his years of existence, not even from Uraume. Something unique that couldn’t be replicated unless it was made by that special someone, not because of the object itself, but because of the meaning behind it. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down, but it only got worse because the handkerchief smelled like you. “A small token of my affection” he repeated in his head as he admired your craftsmanship.

A pink spot on the white blanket caught his eye. He turned around in his chair to look out the window. You had gone out to the courtyard with a broom to go to the weapons storage, Uraume had given you the task of finding the rat nest. Sukuna smiled to himself as he watched you shake the snow off your boots and head like a little field mouse.

“A delicate daisy hidden in the snow,” he whispered to himself. His smile widened as he watched you steel yourself to face the rats with your improvised weapon.

Masterlist.

[koririchanart]

[ja-zz]

@sailor-galileo

Carving

been a very long time since I've done a full rendering

[upalanapol]

f

[shveris]

vol. 29 extra pages

sukuna’s gege’s fav, they ain’t even trying to hide it😭

wasuke actually has the soul of sukuna’s twin so that makes sukuna yuuji’s great uncle, not uncle. crazy shit.

the second year’s expressions are so perfect. i’m also gonna rewatch jjk 0 tmrw since it’ll be the 24th in my country. death anniversary o7

scans and translations from myth (f9x00), i added the text onto the pics

[therealjustpeachesback]

you’re telling me… Sukuna never had earrings or gauges..?

[retiredteabag]

Sukuna assimilating to you

Synopsis: After discovering that Sukuna has been wide awake every time you nap together, you become embarrassed around him.

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It is a scientific fact that when we are around people we love and trust, while in a healthy relationship, the release of oxytocin makes us sleepy.

Sukuna does not need sleep. He is the king of curses, able to continuously use his technique without ever becoming exhausted. When you first suggested that his chambers were "perfect for napping", he had simply raised a brow and considered what that could possibly mean.

You are like a weak creature to him. A kitten or perhaps a rabbit. And since you are never safer than when you are in his presence, you frequently find yourself growing sleepy when you are around him.

Throughout your strange relationship with the king, something that you loved most, is that there never needs to be words exchanged between the two of you. You were both contented to sit in silence. Frequently dozing off together, or so you thought.

You caught on eventually, that he was always awake before you. That his breathing pattern never really changed. That his face never relaxed more than it would if he had simply been sitting with his eyes closed.

One morning, after having stayed the night sleeping, you mumbled to him, "How is it you're always awake before I?"

He rose a brow at you, his upper set of eyes were looking into yours, the lower staring at how you lay across his bed sheets.

"I do not know your meaning." He grumbled out.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You never sleep in longer than I do, one day I would like to wake up before you."

"I never sleep at all." He stated before you had even really finished your sentace.

"What?" Your breathy outburst echoed slightly in his bed chamber, "What do you mean you don't sleep?"

"I do not require such things." He turned his torso now toward you, all four eyes studying your face, you had quickly sprung up, seemingly miffed.

"So... so all this time, you've just been... laying there while I've been sleeping?"

"I suppose I have, I do not see how this matters in the slightest." "It matters because I've been... It's just been a big waste of time for you. Sukuna you should have said something." You're upset, he can tell. Your face is scrunched up, your blood is pounding in your veins. Sukuna, however, does not know what to say in this situation.

In all honesty, he figured you knew and were just including him. Did you really think he was that weak? Or could you simply not conceive of a restless existence? Whatever the answer, he had no response for you, expecting a shrug of the shoulders- you he would discover, would not so easily let go of things.

And how humiliated you were. How many HOURS had you spent sleeping with him, within his grasp, in his space for him to have been conscious the whole time? You tried thinking back, attempting to recall a time you had requested a nap when he was uninterested.

He had never uttered a word about it. Never turned you down. Sukuna was not a kind king, he rarely ever did things that were not out of necessity, and he certainly did not do things he didn't like. That, at least, was consolation. You knew he had not been suffering for your sake, but even so, it was embarrassing.

Sukuna, still, could not understand your sheepishness about the subject. He did not care to explain that time works differently for him, that his mind is not so simple as yours and does not require entertainment all the time, that he could sit still for years and not be bothered, and frequently did before you came along.

He assumed you would get over it quickly. In your time as well as his. But days passed and he rarely saw you. You took your dinner with other people of the palace and spoke with him in the most cordial manner. One night, he informed Uraume that they needed to prepare a dish suited for you, something that would entice you, and serve it to him.

He figured this would bring you crawling back to him, tail between your legs. Yet, you did not budge.

Odd.

You were wallowing. You knew it. He did not care to spend time, what? Watching you sleep? Of course, he wouldn't, but it hurt your pride, to know you had been taking up such huge chunks of time lazing about in his presence. Well, not anymore. You slept in your chamber and your chamber alone. Gone were the days of blankets on the engawa, gone were the days of resting beneath the kotatsu while laying your head in his lap, gone were the days of sharing his bed.

If ever he wished for someone to share his bed, he had a whole cast of concubines, though you knew they were never of any use to him, they were mostly just house staff with a fancy title.

The evening he finally decided enough was enough, you were in the washhouse doing laundry.

Your back was arched over a bin full of soapy water. Your hands working tirelessly on some cloth.

"Have you not circumvented me enough?" He spoke in a low and slow tone.

"Lord Sukuna." You bowed, clothing in your hands, suds up your forearms, you bent your neck as to not look at him.

"You will reply now." He raised a brow, watching your hands quietly splash in the washbin.

"Was there something you would like me to assist to?" You questioned. Your head was full of possible reasons for what the king meant by seeking you out personally.

"Do you believe that by not sleeping in my presence I would come to believe you do not require rest?" He spoke in an unserious tone, eyes unblinking.

"No, my lord." Now what was he playing at? Of course that wasn't your intention.

"Then you hide yourself from me because you no longer have time for your king, I suppose." He mused.

Oh, for heaven's sake, "No, my lord."

"I see," He bent down to look you dead in the eyes, "So, you must no longer crave my occupancy of your space. You must not desire my hand running through your hair? I suppose you have tired of staying in my chambers?" His tone remained deep but his eyes were dead serious now.

"I-" You began, but suddenly you felt the urge to cough, swallowing you tried again, "I wished not to preoccupy so much of your time."

"And you made this decision without enlightening your king."

You said nothing.

"You will eat with me tonight, you shall stay in my chambers henceforth." He rose in record speed, turning without a second glance your way, maids were staring wide-eyed at the king of curses as he halted at the entrance of the washhouse. You could not see, but there was finality in his voice.

"I wish not to waste-" You were cut off by Sukunas voice, his broad back still facing you.

"Your wishes do not interest me now, so it seems. It is my wish for you to spend your time with me." His steps resounded through the compound, your face slack.

The maids smirked, and with shocked faces, side-eyed one another. A couple entered the washhouse giving you big open-mouthed smiles, and patted your shoulder as they passed.

That night Uraume made something you would go on to beg them to make for years to come. And when Sukuna pulled you prone from your seated position on his bed, he took a firm fingertip and stroked the space between your eyes, one of his enormous hands encircling your skull and massaging your temples with his thumb and ring fingers. He traced the bridge of your nose to your forehead, the way you would stroke a cat.

Perhaps he thought this would induce drowsiness but all it did was make you feel all floaty inside at his silliness.

And for the first time since that night, you slept alongside him. Within his embrace, and when you awoke, Sukuna's eyes were closed.

[slvttyplum]

sukuna loved when you were scared, shaken up but still able to cum all over his dick. he made sure to shake up those nerves every chance he got, and a good way to do that was to let you run while he chased you down.

holding you tight as his mouth attacked your neck, licking from one point to the other, his arm tight around your waist, licking his way to your ear, making sure you could hear him well enough.

"when i let go, i want you to run." those words that left you shaken every time, your heart racing. his grip around you loosening, your legs wasting no time as you start to run through the house.

he always gave you a little bit of a head start; hearing the sound of your footsteps made his dick hard. he loved it so much; it turned him on in ways nothing else could, especially the thrill he got from catching you.

tossing you over his shoulder and wasting no time to devour you, wanting to do it all over again. you were good at hiding; each time you got better and better, and he didn't know how, ducking under cabinets and keeping your breath steady.

he found you each and every time, pretending not to know where you were, keeping his footsteps steady approaching the spots you were hiding, getting off on how easy it is to find you, and snatching you up from the spot.

"how do you want to do this? want me to fuck you right here?" crouching down to your level, hovering over you, this was the part you loved, getting caught by him and fucked until you couldn't take it.

most of the time you were hiding, which gave you time to recollect yourself, and the other times he didn't give you the chance to hide; he wanted to see the fear on your face in real time.

screaming when he catches you, roughing you up and dragging you into the bedroom. its not like he wanted you to fear him, but he knew you felt at ease with him, but still, it was scary if anyone was chasing you down.

the dick after getting chased down felt even better; the both of you loved the sex after. it was intense, stuffing you deep with his hand around your neck, grunting about how good you felt as his speed increased.

sukuna was never going to give up the chance of chasing you.

[sukebeyanki]

Fabric studies bc I have zero creative mood

Plz check the text on boxers up close because it’s actually not about hating ppl

[owwllly]

Uraume got promoted

[arrja]

Sukuna finds a strange creature in the forest and decides to bring it home

Fanart inspired by- The Child With Marks on AO3 (Make sure to check it out!)

[redtsundere-writes]

Extra: Christmas Special

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering. Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst. NOT Beta read.

Word Count:  1817 words.

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Sukuna could do whatever the hell he wanted with his servants. If he wanted them all to sing a song every time they saw him, he just had to order it. If he wanted them all to participate in a pitched battle in the forest, he could ask for it without a problem. If he wanted them to run around the courtyard to serve as targets for his archery practice like deer in danger, he could do it. Lately he was liking to ask you specifically for things since out of all the servants, you always tried to do it with a good attitude even if the tasks were repetitive or meaningless.

The white season of the year had finally arrived, which meant that Christmas was right around the corner. You watched the snow fall from the window of the king's hall, the corners crystallizing as you spent hours washing the floor. You were on your knees with the bucket at your side. You dipped the rag back into the ice water to scrub the soapy floor. Sukuna had asked you to clean the floors by hand even though you had mopped the floor yesterday, a mere excuse he had come up with to watch you for hours comfortably from his throne.

The two of you were alone under the lights of the hundreds of candles in the chandelier. The only sound you could hear was the wind gently hitting the window. You were so focused on your task that you didn't see the king observing your figure without any shame. Your hands went numb from the cold. You cupped them against your mouth to blow warm air in a sad attempt to warm yourself. You had trouble swallowing, your nose was red, and you were starting to sniffle. The signs couldn't be more obvious, you were getting a cold. Before you could return to your task, you sneezed. The first went unnoticed, the second caught the king's attention, and the third worried him.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna asked you angrily.

“Nothing, my king.” You answered, but then sneezed again.

“That doesn’t sound like anything.” Sukuna inquired.

“It’s just the change of season. A cold, that’s all.”

The servants wore the same uniform all year round, so it was common for servants to get sick from wearing such thin fabrics during the off-season. Sukuna rested his head on his fist as he admired you washing the already clean floor of his living room. He never cared that any of them got sick or died from the cold, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t let that happen to you.

“I’m cold.” Sukuna complained loudly. You immediately dropped your task to assist him.

“Do you want me to make you some tea or bring you a comforter, my king?” You offered.

“Come,” he ordered you.

You dropped the rag on the bucket and ran to see what he needed. Sukuna sat properly against the throne. You were about to ask him what he needed again, but he pulled you roughly towards him. Before you knew it, you were sitting on his wide lap. Sukuna wrapped you in his robes, pressing you against his strong chest. You completely forgot about the cold as your face immediately warmed up. “It’s warm,” you thought in surprise.

“She’s freezing,” Sukuna thought as he felt you shiver under his arms. He stroked your head as if you were a dog, rubbing your hands between his and hugging your body tightly to warm you up. You weren’t shivering from the cold, it was the involuntary reaction of your nervousness at being so close to him. You didn’t even have the courage to speak to break the tension.

“I’m going to use you for my own comfort.” Sukuna whispered in your ear, excusing himself again.

“Y-yes, my king,” you stuttered.

Sukuna glanced at you to see if you had bought his lie. You didn’t even deign to look at him, your gaze fixed straight ahead as if seeing him would turn you to stone. He smiled and closed his eyes to enjoy having you all to himself. “Why did he say he’s cold if he’s actually hot?” you wondered, melting against him at his sweet touch. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as his fingers continued to run through the pattern of your hair. He looked happy. “Did he do it for me?”

You woke up on Christmas morning hugged by another servant to survive another cold night in the dungeon. You had barely been able to sleep because you had spent the whole night finishing the gift you had prepared for the king. Your fingers were full of stings from not being able to see clearly. You worked with the subtle glow of the night coming through one of the windows as a light source. But you didn't mind, as it was your way of thanking the king for being so kind to you. In his own way, but kind.

Like every day, Uraume forced them to form a line to take attendance, only this time, the line moved slower than usual. It turned out that he was handing out black scarves with matching gloves, something unexpected for everyone considering that the king doesn't care if they die of pneumonia. When it was your turn, Uraume pulled out of another box a pale pink scarf with matching gloves. You noticed that it had the initials "S.R." embroidered with white thread on one end.

"Why is mine different?" You asked curiously as you put on the gloves to cover the scars from the night before.

"No idea." Uraume lied. They knew it was because the king had asked for that set especially for you, and that all the others were to mislead his favoritism towards you.

"And what is today's itinerary?" You put on your scarf, tucking the ends into the hole in front of your neck to ensure it wouldn't move from its place when it was time to do your chores.

“The same as always,” Uraume replied monotonously.

“But today is Christmas. Isn't there going to be a special dinner for the king? Isn't he going to open presents? Does he even have cookies and milk?”

“King Sukuna doesn't celebrate Christmas,” Uraume shook his head.

“Oh, that's a shame,” you commented before continuing down the hall to start your hallway. You looked at the scarf and gloves made of wool. “Did he do it for me?” You wondered with a silly smile on your face.

Sukuna called you to his office. You ran in so as not to make him wait a single minute. The king ordered you to organize his books from A to Z. You got to work immediately while he went through documents. Occasionally, Sukuna would look up to see how you looked with his little gift. The scarf fluttered every time you walked back and forth to get all the books out of their respective places. His initials were exposed on your chest, causing his lips to curl for a second.

“You’re not sneezing anymore,” Sukuna noticed.

“I feel better now, my king. The scarf and gloves you gave us have helped me,” you told him with a smile, still working.

“You seem to like them,” he said.

“I love them. Especially the scarf, because it can also be used as a hat.”

You pulled the back of the scarf, placing it over your head like a hood. The scarf matched his hair, your hands caressing your face delicately to shape the gloves along with that innocent smile that killed his tough personality. Sukuna was mesmerized by how cute you looked. If that was the effect you had on him with a simple scarf and gloves, he had no idea what was in store for him if he saw you in long dresses, gorgeous heels, and fragile tiaras. He could already imagine it. That was when he decided he was going to spend all of his gold coins so he could make his fantasy a reality.

You finished rearranging his books perfectly after a couple of hours. Sukuna had shuffled through all the books to make sure you took longer than you should so he could see you longer. You ran a duster over them to make sure everything was spotless. It was the little details that made you his favorite out of all the servants.

“Do you need anything else?” You dusted your hands off after another job well done.

“You can go now.” Sukuna had run out of excuses to keep you locked up with him. You bowed and turned around to leave.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you thought out loud before returning to him. Sukuna arched an eyebrow at your strange comment. “I know you don’t celebrate Christmas, but I still wanted to bring you a small token of my affection.”

From your apron, you pulled out a black handkerchief with small white daisies embroidered on it. It had some loose threads and the pattern of the flowers wasn’t well-defined. It wasn’t fine work like what he was used to, but it was adorably homemade. Sukuna recognized the fabric from somewhere.

“Where did you get the fabric?” He asked without taking his eyes off his gift.

“It’s from the kimono we had to throw away because we couldn’t get the blood stains out.” You answered timidly. “I know how much you liked that kimono and the flowers, so I made this for you.”

“Get out,” Sukuna ordered without looking you in the eyes.

“Yes, my king,” you stammered at the direct order. You bowed and hurried out.

As soon as the door closed, the king hid his blushing face behind the handkerchief. “Why are you so cute?!” He growled against it.

He had never received anything like this in all his years of existence, not even from Uraume. Something unique that couldn’t be replicated unless it was made by that special someone, not because of the object itself, but because of the meaning behind it. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down, but it only got worse because the handkerchief smelled like you. “A small token of my affection” he repeated in his head as he admired your craftsmanship.

A pink spot on the white blanket caught his eye. He turned around in his chair to look out the window. You had gone out to the courtyard with a broom to go to the weapons storage, Uraume had given you the task of finding the rat nest. Sukuna smiled to himself as he watched you shake the snow off your boots and head like a little field mouse.

“A delicate daisy hidden in the snow,” he whispered to himself. His smile widened as he watched you steel yourself to face the rats with your improvised weapon.

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req ! the jjk men n big-tittied gf !!

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Doting wife

Royal au! Sukuna x Reader

Being the emperors wife was something that you would have not expected to be in the position of. Many would think being the emperors wife, would bring in love, happiness and luxury. Yet your husband would be nothing of the sorts, yes you heard of his reputation. A cold and ruthless emperor with a thriving empire, you entered his palace with big hopes and determination of changing him to be a loving husband.

oh how wrong you was.

After 4 years of marriage and a heir to his throne, he was as cold and ruthless the day you met him. Every interaction was short or met with silence. You put effort in your duties as his wife and empress to the empire to impress him. Yet nothing. You wore his favourite colour. Nothing. You did your make up differently. Nothing. You tried talking to him about things he was interested... and nothing. He was not phased. During the birth of your son, he was nowhere to be seen only to come in the following morning and smile at the sight of his son. yet when his red eyes met yours his smile dropped.

So here you sat in the royal gardens watching your three year old son chase a butterfly with his toy sword. Letting your mind wander, you had tried everything.. what was you not doing that he hasn't even dropped a single thought on you. Your lady in waiting looked at you a bit confused as you continued to stare hardly at nothing.

"Your majesty" she says softly yet anxiously, as she looks at you while drifting her eyes to whatever thing you was staring at.

"hmm" you say.

"are you uh.. quite alright you seem to be staring at.." as she is lost for words.

You snap out of your thoughts and look at her, your eyes widening a little.

"oh apologises, I seemed to have lost myself in thought."

She exhales as she smiles at you.

"oh that is fine.. may I ask about what?"

"oh nothing.. you know.. thoughts." you say not really wanting to indulge on the countless attempts of getting your husband to even give a glance at you.

Your eyes land back on your son as you find him aggressively hitting the dead bug on the ground. Definitely his father's son. You thought. You got up from your seat as you approached your son to stop his insane antics and bring him back inside. The boy huffs and drops his toy sword and runs back inside as you followed after him, walking back inside the palace you spot Sukuna walking with several of his advisors, as they head somewhere. You do not let your eyes linger for long as you follow after where your son had ran off.

After several hours of chasing your son around the palace, you managed to catch him and get him ready for dinner. As you both head inside the dining hall, he runs and takes his space next to his father. Sukuna sat on his seat already busying himself with the food. You sit down and remain silent. How odd. You're never quiet at dinner. You ate your food only glancing at your son to see if he is eating like a proper boy and not gobbling his food like a damn animal.

Dinner goes swiftly, without a word as Sukuna finishes, you take your leave. He gives a quick glance at your figure.

The days went on, this new personality of yours. Quiet, not chatty as before. The little interactions of yours, well one sided conversations, with Sukuna went from infrequent to zero. He noticed this. As you slowly put your effort and interest into other things besides him. Sukuna would find himself at least hoping for a glance of you around the palace. Hell he would be even be satisfied by you uttering a single word at the dinner table. But no.

There you three was again at the table, silence except for your son's occasional ramble of what he did today to his father.

Sukuna bore his eyes onto you, as his son's yapping went from one ear to another. Gripping onto his utensils as he waits for your eyes to meet his, for you to utter something. Yet you sat on the opposite end eating your food finding the chandelier to be the most interesting thing you came across the whole day.

"Have we lost our manners suddenly." he blurts out annoyed.

You stop chewing as you slowly look at your husband, as if he grew a pair of wings and started to fly.

"pardon..." was the only thing you could conjure up.

"I am your husband, you are supposed to greet me, ask me how my day is.. have you forgotten your role wife?" he demands. Yet your clueless face irked him more.

".. uh- how was your day?" you ask, not knowing if you should or not. Sukuna grunts in response.

"that's more like it." Is all he says, as you remain confused for the remainder of the dinner.

Your interaction with Sukuna stuck out like sore thumb to you for the next couple of days. You did not know what to make of it. You stood silent, as the advisor chattered along on what to do for the next royal event. The advisor realising that your mind was on something else he quietened down waiting for you to speak. As you came back to reality, you looked at him confused.

"w-we can do this on another day empress if your feeling under the weather." he says anxiously. You just barked out a laugh.

"I am good, something had caught my attention, please continue." You say, as he goes continues. The door to the private meeting room swings open as Sukuna enters and makes his way next to you. The advisor taken aback looks at you if he should continue.

"Continue" Sukuna commands as the man starts his nervous ramble now more directed to Sukuna for the royal event. The meeting ends, the advisor leaves defeated as he didn't get much answers from the both of you.

This new behaviour of his continued, every day at least at one point of your day, he makes himself known and sit with you till he seems fit. He doesn't say anything some days but others he would demand you to say something, whatever it was you was doing on that day he will involve himself. Even if it was watching your son fight an imaginary dragon. But you did not back down. Yes this was entertaining watching your husband finally put some sort of an effort. So you kept this behaviour of yours up. Almost like a silent contest on who is going to break first.

As the day of the royal event dawned, you spoke to your guests, in your beautiful gown. Your presence captured everyone's attention.. even your husband. As a duke kindly asked for your hand for a dance. You took his request, as you both waltzed on the ballroom floor. As he lets you go for you to spin, you are met back with a familiar set of arms. Your eyes met your husbands crimson eyes.

You hold back your smile, as he lead you to dance. Everyone's lingering eyes drifted away, the music blending away in the back of your mind, as you both danced.

"You did not wear red.." Sukuna comments. You look back up at him.

"I have worn red too many times." You retort.

"Too many times.. even for your husband?"

All you did was shrug your shoulders, as his hand your waist tightens.

"You used to gab my ears off woman.. now your as silent as a mouse." He comments.

"And..?"

"Has my efforts not been enough.." He quietly says in your ear.

"You think, a couple weeks of you spending some time with me, making me question you is effort" you say back in disbelief.

"It is something woman" he says slightly annoyed.

You look at him, as your smile slowly fades.

"I spent the last four years, catering to your needs, acting as a good wife to you.. yet the moment I stop you suddenly remember you have a wife and start acting like somewhat of a companion-"

"companion" he says offended. "I have treated you like a husband should, I spent time with you, I spoke to you, I provided you with a palace and riches."

"oh thank you for doing the bare minimum." as you push yourself away from him and composing yourself as you walked away from the ballroom floor. Sukuna stands there as he walks off the opposite direction not wanting to make a scene in front of his guests clearly annoyed.

While the event progresses, as all he could think about was you, what you said. He watched your every move, every word you uttered to your guests, every sip you took from your glass, every hand movement. He took note of it. He did not care if people realised he was staring you down. He couldn't wrap his head around how you could even think of speaking to him like that.

Was what he did not enough? Before you would swoon if he even said a word to you. Now you did not care. You would chatter his ear off about things you assumed he would be interested in. Now silence. All your efforts now gone.

What was he not doing to get you back to being his doting little wife.

part 2

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big FAT authors note : I cannot lie guys I am not fit for long fics but yk what I can do... make one shots so please enjoy what my mind could conjure up for 15 minutes after having 3 cups of chai. Also I may have a thing for historical au I dunno. my head is NOT working. so pls if there is any mistakes do LMK!

- R