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bumblesimagines · 2 months ago

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In Another Time

Request: Yes or No

Summary: The King of Curses expects his return to be glorious, but he doesn't expect a familiar face to disrupt his plans.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical JJK warnings, it's sukuna bro, not canon compliant at allll so yuuji and he don't technically share a body, heian era inaccuracies, true form sukuna, mild/brief sexual content

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The apartment was overwhelmingly human, various modern items placed about and nudged into nooks. It was empty, apart from the dark furry creature in the corner of the room staring at him from a curious-looking, small beige-colored tower.

It hardly surprised him to find an animal inhabiting (Y/N)'s new home. He'd always been in tune with the world around him, something that hadn't changed from the looks of it.

Small plants lined the windowsill, ones he'd almost knocked over when he clambered inside and spooked the feline into hiding. They were a vibrant shade of green, a sign of their decent well-being, and the furball looked well-fed. It was almost humorous in a way, how a man he'd learnt to be so indifferent to the slaughter of his fellow humans was so tender to flora and fauna. (Y/N) remained a curious creature.

His nostrils flared when he inhaled deeply, and a familiar scent filled his senses, curling around his mind and heart to reacquaint him with it. It'd been centuries since he last took a whiff of his lover's smell, centuries since he'd last laid eyes on him and touched him.

He thought his mind had been playing tricks on him when (Y/N) dropped into the battle with a scythe in hand and a shikigami in tow, but when he spotted that lazy smirk and those magnetic (E/C) eyes, he knew it was him.

His beloved had come back to him from the dead.

The stench of blood wafted out from the throne room, filling the long, lavish halls with the distinct coppery smell Sukuna loved. The servants scattered into the room with buckets of water and brushes the second he stepped out into the hallway, scrubbing away at the blood while the body was expertly dealt with— more bones to add to his growing collection.

His broad figure loomed over the figures in the halls, a satisfied smirk forming on his mouth at the sight of servants averting their eyes and bowing their heads, their bodies stiffening to avoid drawing his cruel attention.

Only one servant dared to meet his gaze and lived to tell the tale, the very one he was on his way to see. (Y/N). The man who'd come into service a little over a year ago and captured piqued his interest over a couple months.

He had concubines, each one beautiful to appease his eyes and appetites, but none of them held a candle to his favorite, intriguing little human. Where most people feared him, trembled at the mere sight of him, and stared at him with pure terror in their eyes, (Y/N)'s eyes were never fearful nor scornful. Always curious, always amused, always coy.

Few of his servants were granted permission to leave the estate unless it was part of their duties, but despite (Y/N)'s former duties having limited him to the estate, Sukuna forbade the very idea of him venturing away. It was a possessive need, a certain desire to ensure (Y/N) could never be more than a couple of strides from him.

His getas clicked softly along the floor, his long, muscled legs guiding him toward the soft sound of a flute playing from the gardens. He dismissed Uraume with a flick of his wrist as he came to stand under the archway leading out into the gardens, his eyes roving over the gardens expanding across the estate until he spotted the back of (Y/N)'s kariginu.

The sun shone down on him when he stepped out of the shade and followed the smooth rock path to the human, the music from his flute pleasantly filling his ears. Many evenings, after supper, Sukuna would instruct him to play while he rested. His human had many talents, but music was his best.

The sound came to an eventual, purposeful stop, and (Y/N) gingerly set the flute (a lavish gift from Sukuna, for he wanted nothing but the best sound to fill his ears) across his lap. His fingers danced along the wooden flute, his head bowed despite Sukuna casting a long shadow over him.

"A new melody?" One clean, clawed hand reached out to rest along the back of (Y/N)'s head. His hand looked comically large, his palm practically engulfing his head.

"It was indeed, My Lord," (Y/N) spoke softly, and then raised his head to peer up at him. It was an act that would've had anyone else struck across the face for blatant disrespect, but Sukuna merely sank into a crouch. "Is there something you require of me?"

Sukuna lifted one of his bloodied hands, his eyes shifting to gaze over the drying blood smeared across his skin from when he'd embedded his fist into a pesky man's chest for speaking back to him so informally. "There is."

"A bath?" (Y/N)'s head tilted to the side, his brow arching in the slightest. "Would you like me to bathe you, My Lord?"

Stretching out his bloodied hand, he rubbed the back of his finger along (Y/N)'s cheek, smearing that pretty crimson color along his cheek. Most of his concubines would've leaned away in disgust or horror, but (Y/N) barely batted an eye.

"Yes, little pet." Sukuna's maroon and golden robes rustled when he rose, allowing the ghost of an affectionate grin to spread. "Do not keep me waiting."

Uraume, ever the perspective servant, had already ordered a bath for him, leaving little for Sukuna to do other than peel his getas from his feet and wait a few passing seconds for (Y/N) to enter. The few servants in his bedchambers were swiftly dismissed, and they hurried out of the spacious room to give them privacy.

Sukuna turned to (Y/N) expectantly, the corners of his lips quirking at (Y/N)'s mild exasperation as he approached his king and began peeling the multiple layers of fabrics from his body. Sukuna watched him intently, all four crimson eyes studying his movements, locking on his face specifically once it came to shedding the last few articles of clothing.

"Is something occupying your mind, My Lord?" (Y/N) questioned gently, though he caught the teasing undertones. His head tilted back to gaze up at him, eyes crinkling in a way that reminded him of a mischievous fox.

A noise rumbled in his throat, but the words died when (Y/N)'s hands released the robe still in his hands to rest them over Sukuna's chest. His fingers traced the black markings along his pecs and up to his broad shoulders as far as he could reach with Sukuna standing at his full height.

"Is there something you desire, little pet?" Sukuna asked, lowering his head with a growing, smug smirk.

"Very much," (Y/N)'s cooed, leaning in to ghost his lips over the corner of Sukuna's mouth. "I'd like for you to get in the damn water... My Lord."

Sukuna gave a little scowl, one that grew when (Y/N) subtly pushed at his shoulders and lifted his brows at him with that little grin of his. "You insolent brat." He huffed and pressed his finger against (Y/N)'s forehead to give it a small push, barely enough strength behind it to sway (Y/N). "Mind yourself, pet. Tch, speaking to your king in such a manner."

"Forgive me, then, My Lord." (Y/N)'s hands fell to rest over Sukuna's hips, his fingers pressing and rubbing small circles around his skin. Whatever lighthearted annoyance Sukuna felt toward him vanished, replaced by warming desire. "I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit... after your bath."

With an agreeable hum, Sukuna stepped into the wooden bath and sank into the warm water, a quiet exhale of content slipping past his lips. The bath had been cut especially for him, but it still looked small compared to his body. His four arms rested comfortably along the rims as his head tilted to watch (Y/N) set the robes aside to be collected and washed later.

"You should begin moving your belongings here, (Y/N). Your bedchambers are too far."

"I'm merely down the hall, My Lord," (Y/N) reminded him as he kneeled by the bath and rubbed the blood off him with scented herbs. "Besides, I've already moved living quarters once. Your concubines will begin to think you're playing favourites if I move in here."

"Let them think what they wish." Sukuna waved him off, his eyes shutting briefly in contentment. "What they believe matters little to me. They are disposable."

(Y/N) hummed. "As I'm sure they are well aware. Humans and lesser curses are all disposable at the feet of the King of Curses."

Sukuna cracked two eyes open at his words and shifted the arm (Y/N) wasn't washing to wrap his fingers around his jaw, the sharp tips of his claws barely grazing his skin. The very hands that slaughtered and destroyed were the very ones (Y/N) willingly leaned into. Such a curious creature, indeed.

He remembered the first time he'd held (Y/N) in his arms, cradling him close to his chest with an iron grip that dared him to attempt to wiggle away. He enjoyed a good cat and mouse game, enjoyed the little silent dance they'd had going on for weeks, but his patience had run thin.

He wondered what (Y/N) would do: regret tempting the devil and plead a futile case, or spring another surprise. When he placed his hands over Sukuna's face, the king deduced it was the latter. He explored his unusual features, his thumbs tracing the area just below his two additional eyes before they dipped to trace over his lips and prod at the sharp canines in his mouth.

Sukuna allowed him without much complaint. Instead, he returned the favor by exploring the male human body in detail.

"All are disposable." Sukuna agreed, his fingers squeezing lightly, but (Y/N)'s eyes remained lowered, palms rubbing the warm water into his biceps. "But as weak and inferior as they are, not all are replaceable."

"Is that so, My Lord?" Sukuna felt a muscle twitch beneath his fingers. Tch. Such a smug thing, his (Y/N). "The ladies will be pleased to hear such a tender revelation from their lord."

Sukuna grunted, all four eyes instinctively rolling at yet another mention of his concubines. Effortlessly, he dragged (Y/N) toward him and watched in amusement as (Y/N) scrambled for purchase before he could go tumbling into the bath.

"Sukuna!" (Y/N) hissed, the scowl on his face coming across as more adorable than furious. He kept one hand firmly planted on the other side of the tub and another on Sukuna's bicep, leaving his body half-way hovering over the red-tinted water. "Do not-"

With a rumbling laugh, Sukuna used his two lower arms to haul (Y/N) up and fully into the tub. The curses and huffs that flowed from (Y/N)'s lips mixed with the sloshing and spilling of water, little waves rolling over the edge of the tub and spilling across the floor.

"You are too covered, little pet." Sukuna decided, his hands pinching and tugging at (Y/N)'s robes before he finished speaking.

(Y/N) huffed and puffed, his eyes rolling and shoulders slumping in defeat as Sukuna peeled his clothes from his body, occasionally ripping and tearing when one soaked piece of clothing would refuse to budge. The soaking clothes were carelessly tossed aside, spraying water droplets across the floor.

"I do not require a bath, Sukuna," (Y/N) muttered bitterly, the water rippling with his movements as he shifted to settle more comfortably over Sukuna's muscled thighs.

"And I do not care."

Dragging his palms against (Y/N)'s thighs, Sukuna felt the subtle bumps along his skin, fading claw marks from a night together. With his newly exposed skin, Sukuna soaked in the rest of the marks littered across (Y/N)'s body: teeth marks along his collarbone and upper back, nicks and scratches from his claws along his hips and thighs, varying bruises from Sukuna suckling them onto his skin.

Every mark filled Sukuna's chest with pride and satisfaction; everyone knew who (Y/N) belonged to without a doubt.

Sukuna's lower arms curled around (Y/N)'s waist and pulled him until they were chest to chest, a satisfied noise rumbling in his chest again as (Y/N) settled between his two cocks. He leaned in, burying his nose into the crook of (Y/N)'s neck, inhaling the faint grassy smell of sencha tea clinging to him.

That wouldn't do.

Sukuna wanted him to reek of him, of blood and smoke and sweat. (Y/N) was stubborn, accepting the expensive silks and fabrics with a smile but opting to wear his usual garments, keeping his gifts within the privacy of his bedchambers instead of flaunting them for everyone to see. Sukuna couldn't understand it; his concubines would trip over themselves to receive such attention.

"Your belongings will be moved here, whether you move them or someone else does." Sukuna ghosted his lips over his neck until he found a faded bite mark. In an act of tenderness he only allowed behind closed doors, he gently kissed it. "Be compliant, just this once, little pet."

"And if I refuse?" (Y/N) asked, his voice filled with feigned innocence.

Humming lowly, Sukuna slipped his tongue out from the mouth across his abdomen and licked a stripe over (Y/N)'s inner thigh. Before (Y/N) could squirm at the feeling, he tightened his hold and began rutting against him, one cock sliding between his ass cheeks and the other rubbing against his own cock.

(Y/N)'s skin flushed warm, the heat radiating and tugging a husky chuckle from Sukuna. "Don't be foolish." Sukuna cooed condescendingly, picking up into a pace that had the water tipping over again. His forehead pressed against (Y/N)'s. "You have no choice."

(Y/N)'s mouth parted, likely to spew some snark or teasing comment, but he promptly clamped it shut at the feeling of Sukuna wrapping a hand around their lengths, his fingers squeezing lightly. (Y/N) instead buried his face in Sukuna's neck, and the king relished in the action, his arms tightening further around him possessively, as if anyone would dare take his darling human away from him.

"My (Y/N)," Sukuna nuzzled his nose against his temple. "Made jus' for me."

(Y/N) chuckled breathily. "All yours, Sukuna."

The bedroom was pitiful, but the intoxicating scent of (Y/N) grew stronger the closer he got. The cat refused to budge from its hiding spot, merely peering at him with its amber eyes and hissing at his every movement. If it was (Y/N)'s primary guard, it was certainly failing at the job.

Sukuna spared the feline a fleeting glance before he stepped further into the bedroom, his eyes adjusting to the darkness and taking note of its appearance. Despite the plants, books, and hints of scented candles previously lit, Sukuna couldn't help but scoff at the size. Not good enough.

He approached the bed with slow steps, his nostrils flaring with the deep inhales until he could reach his hand out to touch it. It felt cool to the touch, chilled from the air pumping into the room and lack of a warm body, but Sukuna could faintly make out which side of the bed (Y/N) slept on most. The same as always.

His shoulders lowered with a heavy exhale, his body deflating in a way that was foreign to the curse who basked in the suffering of enemies and innocents. He was someone who relished in death, who eagerly watched the light fade from the eyes of others... until it'd been (Y/N)'s death.

Sukuna had never felt so helpless during his reign as he did that horrid day when he held (Y/N)'s limp body in his arms, willing him to breathe again so he could heal his wounds and lock him away safely in his bedchambers. Each hand trembled like they never had before, the warm blood that soaked into his clothes and skin feeling like the sharpest of blades digging into his flesh. Even Uraume, who'd never been too fond of his attachment to the human, grimaced pitifully at the sight.

He'd screamed, he'd cried, he'd raged during the day and wallowed in his misery during the night when his bed felt too empty. He hated the damned human who'd attacked his beloved to weaken him; he hated (Y/N) for wriggling his way into his very being with sly words; he hated himself for growing so attached to a fragile, defenseless human.

But (Y/N) was back now. Alive, with a new, beating heart, and the power of a sorcerer. They were wretched spawns, those vexing idiots, but he'd make an exception for (Y/N). They could rule together, properly, this time.

Sukuna felt tempted to reach out and bury his face into one of the pillows, but before he could curl his hand around one, he heard the front door creak open. He listened to the soft footsteps shuffling around, the quiet murmuring meant for the frightened feline, and then the footsteps grew closer.

Anticipation filled his body. Would (Y/N) feel familiarity toward him? It certainly looked like he hadn't when he'd so brazenly attacked him; quick and half-heartedly, just forming a distraction for the Itadori brat and his friend to get to safety.

The light overhead flickered on, and then a soft click followed. "Not the biggest fan of people breaking in and scaring Tofu, I have to say." Still the same insolent brat.

Sukuna turned around to face him, his attention falling first on the glinting gun in his hand (as well as the scythe he clutched in his other hand, the item that could actually harm a curse) and then rising to study him for the first time in near centuries. There wasn't a lick of fear or faint panic on his face, just that damned curiosity and healthy amount of caution.

He looked the same, though. Same eyes, same nose, same hair, same lips, same figure. Whatever words Sukuna wanted to say died in his throat. He wanted to reach out and ensure it wasn't a dream, to hold him for the rest of eternity. Damn him and his way of making Sukuna feel like a pathetic mortal.

(Y/N) tilted his head at his silence and waved the gun's muzzle around in his face. "What? No snarky comeback or threat? Thought you were the almighty King of Curses."

"I am." Sukuna managed to speak without his voice trembling and reached out, his fingers wrapping around the gun and effortlessly crumbling the muzzle. (Y/N) made a pouty face of annoyance. "Do you remember me, pet?"

(Y/N) released the crushed gun, and it clattered uselessly onto the carpeted floor. "I've had dreams." He answered with a small shrug. "It was only until Itadori brought you back that Gojo had the bright idea of mentioning you were probably the man I kept seeing."

One of Sukuna's eyes twitched at the mention of another man's name. Gojo Satoru, the damn bastard. "What have you seen?" He asked to resist the urge to coil around him until he forgot all about the sorcerer and only babbled his name.

"Gardens." (Y/N) eyed his hand when it reached out toward him, his grip on his scythe tightening until he felt Sukuna's knuckles gently graze his cheek. "Music.. a voice I don't recognize.. people crying and screaming, sometimes. There's always a lingering man with too many arms and eyes."

Memories muddled in dreams, echoes of their past. Sukuna no longer looked like his former self, not for the time being. He lacked the height, the second pair of arms, and could only scratch the surface of his abilities until he recovered all parts of himself. If he returned to his former glory, his former body, perhaps it'd jog (Y/N)'s memory and open his heart again.

"What was I to you?" (Y/N) questioned, though from the tone of his voice, he already had a guess. "A servant? A slave? A toy?"

"You were my beloved. Mine and only mine, just as I was fully yours. You had the King of Curses in the palm of your hand, but you did not care." Sukuna's hand cupped his cheek, his eyes glinting with amusement and longing. "You weren't the brightest, my foolish pet."

(Y/N)'s head rolled to the side, his brow arching ever so slightly. "Obviously, if I was sleeping with you." He scoffed.

Motherfucker.

Still, Sukuna couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up, surprised and almost relieved. "Tch. You haven't changed, pet." His shoulders shook with a continued laugh, his fingers extending to grasp and hold (Y/N)'s chin.

He could hear, faintly, the beat of his heart and smell the prickly scent of fear. It was there, just barely, but there. Fear from (Y/N) was a foreign concept to him; his (Y/N) had never feared him, because he'd never feared death. It'd angered him after his burial. Perhaps if he had feared death, he would've fought harder to survive the attack, and Sukuna wouldn't have dealt with the pathetic sorrow of heartbreak.

(Y/N)'s expression steeled, his figure tense with caution. Sukuna could end his life easily, and they both knew he'd only 'won' their fight due to Sukuna's distracted daze. He could crush his skull with his hand and leave his body to be discovered by whatever poor soul came looking; probably Gojo or one of the younger brats.

Part of Sukuna wanted to spill his blood, to twist his head with one sharp movement and hear the crackling snap of his bones twisting violently in his neck. Sukuna left marks across his own chest from how much he clawed at it to demand his heart cease its torment. Could he deal with another mortal-like heartbreak?

"Well," (Y/N) swallowed and pressed his lips into a puzzled line. "Are you gonna do something or what? I'm kinda hungry, and I could jus' give Gojo a call if you're looking for a fight, Ryomen."

What... was his plan? Sukuna's many eyes flickered away from him, focusing on the messily folded blanket at the end of the bed. His face burned the slightest, his ears particularly, and it was obvious from the growing smirk on (Y/N)'s face. Ugh. Maybe (Y/N) had cursed him before his death and left him to feel every mortal emotion tenfold.

"You do not have a lover now." His nose twitched with another sniff. Any scents apart from (Y/N)'s were too faded to give him reason to believe his pet found another in this modern lifetime.

"And if I did?"

Sukuna's eye twitched, his grip on his chin tightening. "They'd be swiftly dealt with, you foolish thing. I'm all you need, all you require. No feeble little human or sorcerer can compare to me."

Being reduced to two arms was a pain. He was used to being able to hold (Y/N) with two and use the other pair to explore, but all he could do now was force him forward with a tug and sling his arms around him when he stumbled into his chest. One arm wrapped around his midsection, keeping him close, while the other toyed with his shirt.

"Maybe I should jog that faulty memory of yours, pet." It took all his willpower not to melt and purr at the feeling of (Y/N)'s body against his. (Y/N) scowled at him, half-heartedly, much to his delight and pride. "You'll remember who you were, who you belonged to."

(Y/N)'s hand firmly planted itself on his chest, a quiet huff leaving his mouth once he finally gave up on squirming his way out of his grip and let the scythe fall from his fingertips. His eyes narrowed slightly, vaguely teasing. "You must've really loved me."

Sukuna only grunted and tilted his head to bury it into the nape of his neck. He really did, and he was going to do everything possible to have (Y/N)'s love once more.

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