#cat sukuna would just scratch the hell out of me but I would still love the little fcker

[94kyushi]

The desire to adopt a dozen of cats and name each after my favourite villain is starting to get really hard to ignore.

[sacrificialspice]

more sukuna with catgirl!reader pleaseee

POV: You are Sukuna’s catgirl!

~Part 3~ More Headcanons + Answering Inbox Messages

More headcanons have been in demand, so thought I would write some more in the meantime ;). I will address some thoughts people have added to my inbox, as these are really good ideas to expand on. Oh Sukuna, I wanna be your pet so bad (don’t we all?).

18+ content below, Sukuna x fem catgirl!reader

Contains: Reader has AFAB body parts, Master and pet dynamic, pet names, mild degradation, Sukuna being a tease, nudism, exhibitionism kinda, controlling behaviour and restricted freedom, mention of big tiddy reader but the scenario applies to other chest sizes, lactation mention, bondage (ropes), reader wears a collar, sneaky sexual acts, mention of violence and death (not towards reader), handjob, blowjob, humping, mention of unprotected PiV sex and creampie.

If you happen to have a large chest, not much would change about the lack of clothing in your wardrobe. Sukuna is a sadist through and through, so he enjoys seeing you struggling from having to carry the weight of your heaving breasts all day (sigh, what a meanie). Fucking hell, all he can think of when he sees them is how he can one day make them spurt showers of milky liquid gold for him. Covering yourself up is simply not an option, no matter if it is more comfortable for you.

Being a domestic cat hybrid, your shorter stature (compared to Sukuna) makes this especially difficult for you. The longer you go without support for your chest, the grumpier you become and start to retaliate. Swiping at Sukuna’s hands whenever he gropes the soft flesh, leaving tiny beads of blood from the scratches. (“Kitten, do you think you have the right to do that to your Master? For touching what is mine? It’s not my fault your body is so delectable. Is your chest causing you pain? Too much for a little slutty kitten to walk around with these sweet mounds? Let me help you then kitten, I’ll hold them…”).

Sukuna’s ‘solution’ is to cup your breasts, toying with your doughy chest and sensitive nipples. He soon realizes that it isn’t practical, since he unfortunately cannot be with you as much as he wishes. So, he pulls you aside one day and takes you by the hand to his chambers. (“Master… why are we in your chambers? The sun hasn’t even set yet…” you question him as it is very rare that you enter this room outside of sex or sleep. “You will see soon, just hush for now my kitten.”).

You hear Sukuna from behind rummaging through a box, and he then his large hands wrap around your wrists and guide them to the small of your back. You feel something rough wrap around your sternum, Sukuna pulling it tight. Identifying the texture as rope, you glance down to see him adjusting the length to squeeze the bottom of your breasts. Goosebumps form as it rubs against your skin, and your tail sticks up straighter than a pin. (“Heh, so cute kitten, you’re so sensitive to a little shibari.”). He moves his hands upwards, pulling the rope further to feed it between the valley of your breasts, threading it around your neckline before taking it down under your armpits.

He gives it one last harsh tug, you mewling out as your breasts start to feel a bit more weightless than moments ago. Sukuna would finish the job with some basic knots with the excess rope behind your back, securing your new ‘attire’. Your panting slows down as you become accustomed to the scratchy rope and stinging from the friction. (“Ah, it feels nice, thank you Master…” you softly speak. “My pleasure, little minx. Look at you, a proper slutty kitten for me. Highlights your assets, and gives you that support you begged me for.”). While it was far from a traditional bra, the shibari harness at least gave you an ounce of relief.

If you have a smaller chest, Sukuna would still love to bind your cute breasts in rope. As stated before, it really does highlight his favorite parts of your sweet body. He cannot keep his busy hands off your chest no matter the size. The way your tail curls at the tip and your ears flatten just shows him how responsive you are under his touch. As a bonus, the color of the rope matches your collar. Sukuna pays attention to every detail when it comes to adorning his prized pet. Whilst he didn’t want any material obscuring his view of your skin, he must admit the rope is a wonderful addition that shows how much of a good pet you are.

It was routine for you to attend Sukuna’s meetings alongside him. After all, Sukuna loved to show you off and he can keep an eye on you at the same time. The only downside to this is that Sukuna can fly into a jealous rage and slaughter those who stare a little too long for his liking. And no, he still doesn’t often let you wear anything to cover yourself even in these situations. Thus, the meeting table covered in blood and gore can be a side effect of his protectiveness towards you.

Being in his lap, you can at least hide most of your body besides your ass. Sukuna would run his hands over it as he talks, caressing your round checks and giving them a light slap here and there.

In larger counsels, the gathering of curses all with their eyes in Sukuna’s direction can cause you to become too shy. You tug at the opening to Sukuna’s kimono, mewing until he realizes what you want. (“Come. Climb into your Master’s robes.”).

However, you don’t get to just use him as a place to hide. No, Sukuna wouldn’t let you get away with being cheeky like that. You must return the favor to be his good little kitten. You purr when you feel the familiar throbbing of his shaft, grinding yourself down onto his cock. Despite your embarrassment at technically doing this in the presence of an audience, you cannot resist wanting to rub your scent and arousal all over your beloved Master. Sukuna continues to talk while you visibly squirm within his kimono, desperately rubbing your clit on his soft glans. Beads of his precum smear on your pussy lips, making your ride on his length a frictionless experience.

(“Fuck, you’re needy kitten. Gonna have’ta punish you,” Sukuna whispers to you. “Grab my fucking cock and get me off,” he demands, ignoring the idle chatter of the other curses.)

You wrap both hands around his deliciously huge cock. It stood ready for action, slightly curved and embellished with two striped markings circling the base of his dick. You stroke off your Master as he talks, keeping a steady pace as you rub your thighs together in need for that pleasure you were experiencing moments earlier. Feeling bold, you lean your head down and suck on the tip, the head of his cock stretching out your lips. Flicking your tongue out to collect the slightly tangy precum, you indulge in the taste of your Master’s arousal.

Sukuna, feeling amused, would press one hand on the top of your head hard, forcing your mouth further down his shaft. (“Be good sex kitten and work that hot little mouth of yours. Once we’re done here you’re getting spread out on that table and I’m gonna fuck you until my seed is leaking out for days.”). Counsel sessions commonly ended with Sukuna fucking out his frustration of having to deal with other curses, you either laying back on the table or bent over it. It doesn’t matter how many loads he blew into your mouth, he always makes more than enough to leave your pussy a mess too. He needs to reward you for pleasing his cock by allowing you to release those pent-up meows.

[roscgcld]

RYOMEN SUKUNA || pretty little thing

note: am I simping for volume 12 cover sukuna once more? ...yes, and am not afraid to admit that. that man can glare at me and i will apologise for gracing him with my unworthy self lmao. but i do enjoy this entire idea of super mean and evil sukuna and his cutesy lover that can do whatever she wants to him and he wouldn’t stop her - not like he wanted to anyway lmao 

pronouns: she/her

warning: mentions of murder and acts of murder as well, and if you squint a little there is mentions of minors, but it doesn’t play a big role in the story

The small group of sorcerers stood before the towering man, trying not to show the fear on their faces as they tried to look at the glowing red eyes head on. Sukuna was seated on his throne, two of his four arms resting on his while another was propping up his cheek; the other tapping his fingers on the plush fabric of his throne. He hated having his time wasted on useless things, and the socerers before him were starting to wear their welcome too thin.

Sighing tiredly, he tilted his head back, a sign that had the sorcerers tensing up. They knew that body language all too well - if they do not tell him what was the purpose of them coming all the way to him temple, and even daring to walk up to his alter will lead him to murdering them all in cold blood. 

He doesn’t care how important they are in the town, or in jujutsu world either - to him, he is the most important. And everyone else is beneath him.

Well, everyone but one person, that is.

As if the Gods took pity on them, the soft sound of delicate footprints came from somewhere beside the group, causing the group to stop their whispers between one another at the sound of soft footsteps. Within seconds a beautiful woman walked out from the shadows and into the main room of the temple, her kimono trailing behind her delicately. The beautiful crafted garment hung on her frame perfectly; not too tight where it left little to the imagination, yet not too loose to hide her beautiful figure underneath it either. It was clearly crafted by a master craftsman, and the fabrics it was made of show how expensive it must have been.

A hana kanzashi was delicately placed on her perfectly styled hair, a streams of flowers hang off the end of the pin, giving the woman a more mysterious look as the sunlight casted a shadow over half of her face. She gave the sorcerers no more than an uninterested glance, trying not to roll her eyes at the sight of the group of mostly men - the same group of elders in her town that were so willing to sacrifice young girls to the man before them in exchange for peace.

She would know - she was one of those sacrifices, after all. However, the difference between her and the others was that instead of being killed after their purpose was done, Sukuna was now wrapped around her finger tightly. She can’t be too proud of it either; she was equally as obsessed with him as he was with her, so the better word to describe it might be mutual pining.

Sukuna will never admit that though, claiming she is just a foolish woman he likes keeping around for food and a warm body. But if she tries to get up and leave, or if he knows people are even thinking about bringing her harm? The world would suffer through Hell like they’ve never seen before.

Speaking of the man - Sukuna’s ruby red eyes watched as the woman made her way towards him, carefully climbing the steps of his alter like it was her own home; a soft pout resting on her lips as she walks closer to him. He didn’t get the usual burst of annoyance when anyone dared to look at him in eyes, or the anger he’d feel of having someone even daring to take one step towards the direction of his throne. Yet all he felt was amusement as he shifted in his seat ever so slightly; watching how the woman just made her way towards him and sat down in his lap like it was her throne.

Which it was after all, and Sukuna will let her indulge herself in such a luxury. He loves to spoil her, letting her do as she pleases

“Yes, my beautiful flower?” He hums softly as the hand that was once tapping his fingers along his seat reached up, stroking the apple of her cheek delicately as he raised an eyebrow at her. At that moment he didn’t care who was in the room - all that mattered was her. And he has a gut feeling he knows why she is currently sporting that cute pout of hers, her arms crossed over her chest adorably. “You’re taking too long. I got cold.” 

Immediately a low chuckle rumble from somewhere in his chest as his other arm wrapped around her protectively, his tattoos a contrast against the unmasked skin of her bare thigh that was revealed by his simple action of pulling her closer. “We can’t have that now, can we?” He cooed ever so softly, something so foreign and so unheard of coming from a cold hearted killer that it scared the already terrified sorcerers even more. A few of them were even shaking at the sight of the woman, who was a mere girl when she was scarified, now perched in the lap of such a fearsome creature like she was a lazy house cat.

How can such a relation be so natural?

“What a pretty little thing she is, isn’t she?” Sukuna suddenly stated loudly, his ruby red eyes now dull and clearly showing his boredom as he turned to address the sorcerers before him once more. The woman from before just smiles softly as she curls up into his warmth, not caring about the others in the room; quietly purring at the feeling of a large hand stroking along her face delicately. An action that might seem hard for a man his size to achieve, yet he still somehow manages to treat her like fine china beneath his fingertips.

“I should thank you for being blind enough not to keep a beauty like this for yourselves, but it’s because of your blindness that landed her in my lap in the first place.” Sukuna continued into the silent room, the hand that was once cradling his cheek waved in the air lazily; a smirk tugging against his tattooed face. “All the ones you sent before as sacrifices were quite sad little things; blubbering and whining so much that I rather send their heads back to you so you can see just how pathetic they really were.” He sighs in annoyance, his face curling a little as he remembered all the past women he had.

Some were pretty, yes - but there was just something about them that just irked him. He didn’t know what it was; maybe it was their constant crying, or how they try to pretend to be head strong and threaten to kill him in his sleep. He just took what he wanted before slicing their head off just as he climaxes; not really caring for their own pleasure. It’s not his problem if they were satisfied or not.

However, when his little flower came, sniffling with tearful eyes at how she had been yanked away from her loving family; yet eyes curiously staring up at the man that she had heard so many stories about. There was just something in him that lets him know that she was the one. That she was the one that is going to scratch that insatiable itch that he has whenever he is sent a new sacrifice from the town that he is currently residing in. And he was right. “Yet, with that being said, that doesn’t mean I am not growing tired of your antics. Speak now before I make you.”

Immediately a few eyes glanced over at the woman in his lap, as if they were silently begging for her to lend them a hand. Yet this actual caused Sukuna to scowl as he looks over at the group, snapping his fingers to drag their attention back to him. “Who gave you the permission to turn your disgusting gazes at her? She can’t help miserable excuses like you lot anyway.” He scowls, his eyes narrowing in anger at how they thought they even worthy enough cast their dirty eyes on her, as if she would extend the olive branch to them after they’ve done.

Before he can do anything rash, the woman decided to step in, gently placing her warm hand against the exposed part of his chest from underneath the kimono he had worn. The feeling of the familiar touch caused him to sigh softly as he leans back into his throne once more, but he glared at them with the same intensity as before, watching them for a moment longer. “You know what? I think I know what to do with you lot. I mean, I hope you didn’t forget - you did make my little flower cry.” 

Just as he finished saying that, he gave them all a sadistic smile before he swiped his hand in the air leisurely. His other arms immediately wrapped around the woman, turning her face away from the scene before them as the sorcerers all started to be sliced up one by one by invisible blades, the sound of wails and body parts flying about as they landed on the ground in bloody heaps. A few. who watched their fellow comrades be sliced up in horror before they tried to run, turning and running towards the entrance as if they can escape their fate. 

They should know better than to try something so foolish.

“The clean up is going to be a pain, you know.” Y/N sighed softly as she looks up at her lover, knowing that he was shielding her from the horrors he had committed. If she was being honest, she had never seemed to fear how easily he dispose of others - whenever he does kill people, it usually leads to a much more wider and bigger picture at the end of the day. What she can’t stand though, is the mess he tends to leave behind. “The maids just cleaned the rugs too.”

“It’s their job, flower.” He just sighs and shifted her so she was straddling his lap leisurely, letting her hands rest against his warm chest as two of his arms wrapped around her waist. One of them rested against her cheek lovingly, letting her lean into his touch once more whilst his other hand went back to cupping his cheek in his hand. “You can still make it less dramatic, no?” She mumbles softly with a soft giggle, to which Sukuna just rolled his eyes at her comment. 

“Why make killing so dull? I enjoy the flare of dramatics, flower.”

With a fond roll of her eyes she just leans forward to press soft kisses along his face, knowing that he will not push her away; not when his arms tighten their own hold on her. “Whatever you say, my King.” She cooed at him quietly, still placing feather-like kisses against his face as he closes his eyes for a moment. Soon he grew bored of them, and with a firm hand on the back of her head, guiding her face down to his. He presses a passionate kiss against her as she smiles, her hands trailing up his chest before they found themselves wrapped around his neck where they belong.

Maybe it was an obsession, or maybe it really is fate - whatever the reason may be, he’s going to make sure that his little flower is safe and content. Even if it means killing an entire army of people at her command, or tearing out his heart for her if she so much so as asks.

He is her slave, and he doesn’t see a reason to fight against his faith.

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[shadyteacup]

A Different Fate

Rengoku Kyojuro x gn!Reader

Angst to Fluff

Word count: 1213

I edited the ending... the story follows just as it did in the show, and the movie, only the end of the movie has been tweaked a bit by me...

This is an apology fic for my bestie Jess @jessbeinme15

Gah, Im so sorry!<3 I hope u like it!

You shivered as the wind gushed past your exposed arms, biting at your skin. You knew you shouldn’t have been so stubborn and should have brought a sweater or at least a cloak along. But you were mad at him, and hence had denied anything and everything he had said.

You sighed, cradling your arms in your palms, curling into yourself as you continued your ascent. Your nichirin laid securely by your side, and your kasugai hid in your pant pocket, fluttering its wings ever so slightly to brush off the bits of snow that got caught in its feathers.

Your Kasugai wasn’t the typical crow, but a tiny sparrow, much like Zenitsu’s. It was very easy for you to plop him in your pockets when he got tired, or at times like these, when the freezing temperatures of the hills made him shiver.

Your mission was to hunt down a demon on top of this pathetically enormous hill and save the small village that resided on a flat section of the rock, from the atrocities committed by it.

The village was very far away, and you had to travel for weeks on foot to reach the damn hill, but it was a fairly easy mission, unlike Rengoku’s.

You knew something was off with the train he was going to board. Your sixth sense was remarkable; almost at par, if not better, than Tanjiro’s nose, and Zenitsu’s ears.

You knew something was fishy with the train, and you were unfortunately right. The message had arrived via Rengoku’s Kasugai, and you were aware of the dangerous situation. The group: Tanjiro, Rengoku, Zenitsu and Inosuke; had encountered two demons, the upper rank three and lower rank one. Defeating the pair is no joke, and this was proven by Rengoku’s condition after the battle. You were heartbroken when you found out that he had suffered major injuries, and that he was missing. He had dashed behind the upper rank demon, and the group lost him in the woods. Neither the demon, nor the hashira were found. The others returned safely, but it had been three weeks, and Rengoku was yet to return.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this, Kyo.”, you had said.

“I will be fine! Don’t you worry, y/n”, Rengoku had assured you.

“Just listen to me, Kyo, something is not right about your trip! I- I have a very bad feeling about this,”

“It’ll be fine-”

“And you know my intuition is never wrong! At least take another hashira with you!”

“I’m going with three very talented slayers, y/n, he had smiled at you reassuringly, “Don’t you worry, we’ll all be fine. Plus, it will be a lovely learning session for them!”

“Why won’t you just hear me out?! Don’t go! I’m telling you, it’s dangerous, and-”

“I’m going, y/n You’re just being paranoid.”, he said in a gentle but firm tone, ending the conversation.

You huffed in frustration and stomped out of the room, making sure to grab your nichirin in the process. If he was going to be a stubborn oaf, then you weren’t going to waste your breath on him anymore. You had a mission, too, and talking to him was just wasting your time.

“Take a coat along, y/n it’ll be cold up there!”, you heard him shout to you, but you simply marched away.

Not before flipping him the bird, that is.

You furrowed your brows at the memory. It was the last time you had talked to Rengoku, and you sincerely hoped that it wasn’t the last.

Tears stung at the corner of your eyes, but you swallowed thickly and tried to avoid having a breakdown in the middle of a snowy forest.

Just as you were about to turn towards the village, a little voice inside you told you to turn left. You frowned in confusion.

The way to the village was on the right. So why is your intuition telling you to go left? You pondered for a second, before turning left. Your intuition was never wrong.

You mindlessly walked through the snow, letting your body take over your actions. You went where your feet took you.

You travelled quite a distance, until you came across a pink patch. An entire section of the snow had turned pinkish red, a sick color created by large amounts of blood seeping into the multiple layers of snow. You gasped in terror. Whoever had lost this blood, was probably dancing on the edge of death. There was still a chance to save them, however, so you ran in the direction of the pink splatters. You passed various twigs and broken branches, and you let them scratch at your skin, because saving this person was your top priority. You ran and ran, until you heard a muffled groan on your right. Turning, you followed the sound. It was coming from behind a large rock. Maybe they were trying to take shelter from the snow. As you walked over to them, you froze.

There, lying on his side, was your favorite hashira. His fiery red-orange hair, and white coat were unmistakable. You sank to your knees, unable to hold in your emotions.

“Rengoku… You’re..”, you managed to croak out at the man. He smiled warmly at you. One of his eyes was bleeding, and there was a major gash in his torso. He was losing a lot of blood. But that didn’t faze you. What mattered was that he was alive, and that he can be saved.

You dived into him, burying your face in his chest, while ensuring that you didn’t hurt him.

He held you close to his chest as you cried, muttering assurances and words of encouragement.

“Shh, I’m here now.”, he said, pulling you close.

You clutched onto his bloody cloak and sobbed into his warm embrace.

“I told you… I told you! I- I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do! I-”

“Shh, I know.”, he said, smiling sadly, “I should’ve listened to you, is what you’re thinking, ne?”

You nodded.

“If I hadn’t gone, then those boys would’ve been severely injured. They are, in a way, my students. I couldn’t have abandoned them, now, could I?”, he explained.

Your eyes widened in realization. He went because it was dangerous.

You shook your head at his bravery and his protectiveness. He had always been like this. Ever since you had first met him, his warm and bright aura had pulled you to him. His protective personality, unending determination and the natural urge to help others had astounded you. You hadn’t encountered such a kind and genuinely nice person before.

You were truly an idiot. You should have seen this coming. Of course, he would go if the situation was dangerous! He was and always has been ready to die for a good cause. Rengoku was a true hero, one who worked hard only to sacrifice himself for others.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”, you mumbled, pulling back and smiling at him.

He grinned and patted your head lovingly. You leaned into his touch, before helping him up.

“I know. But that’s why you’re with me, right?”, he kissed your head.

You smiled, “Yeah. Now, let’s get you home.”

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