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pholla-jm · 7 months ago

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Hiii, I have a request! Ok so hear me out, what if Sukuna finds another woman and replace reader. make it as angsty as possible with a happy ending pretty please with a cherry on top🥹

Hey! Sorry for the wait! I tried to make it as angsty as possible. I hope you like it :)

Also, someone else requested for this as well. So whoever did, this includes your request as well!

Another Woman

IMAGINE: ANOTHER WOMAN~ SUKUNA X F!READER GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF cw: heian period. mention of depression. mention of blood/gore. cursing. female reader. happy ending! word count: 2.5k **********************

Sukuna is not known for having any weaknesses. And he wasn’t going to let anything change that.

He likes the feeling of being in control, nothing that would make him worry in the slightest.

However, that all changed when you entered his life. At first, he brushed it off.

As time went by, you continued to dote and love on him like it was no one else’s business. He would say he didn’t like it, but there was a warm feeling in his chest that grew and grew whenever you were nearby.

But the feeling grew and grew until he started to feel uneasy.

At first, he didn’t understand why he felt this way. Until he realized that he only felt this way around you. He can feel the warmth in his chest spread, his facial features soften, and his eyes always manage to find their way to you.

He wondered if it was obvious- obvious the way he felt about you. If it was obvious, then other people could see it.

And it was a weakness. If people saw him being anything less than the King of curses, it could be dangerous. Not just for him, but for you as well.

So he did the only thing he could think of. Pull away from you.

****

It didn’t take long for you to notice Sukna’s absence. At first, you didn’t want to question him, fearing that you would offend him.

So you let him be for a little bit. But as weeks went by, things started to get worse. You found yourself spending a lot of time by yourself lately. Sukuna’s gaze wouldn’t flutter towards you like usual. His hands didn’t find a place on your hips as usual.

And something that bothered you most was that he never called for you to sleep in his chambers with him. So, you just slept in your own room that you had before dating Sukuna.

However, you got fed up with this cold attitude towards you. You couldn’t think of anything wrong that you did.

So tonight, you would march into his chambers and ask him what exactly was going on.

You were walking the hallways in the castle, in the direction of Sukuna’s chambers. However, you stopped short of seeing another woman, knocking at his door.

You felt your heartbeat raise a little, and not in a good way. What was she doing there?

The door opens and Sukuna steps out. You let a sharp intake and move to the side so the wall was hiding your presence.

You couldn’t exactly hear what Sukuna was saying to her, but you could hear her giggles. It was clear that they were flirting. It was quiet for a few seconds and you peer over the corner to see what was going on.

Your heart sank seeing Sukuna kissing the girl. Your stomach felt sick at the scene and you just wanted to go back to your. So that’s what you did, you turned back around and made a b-line back to your room.

You could feel the tears start to fall through your eyes, and all you wanted to do was scream.

You had no idea what you did wrong. Just what exactly did you do to cause Sukuna to sleep with another woman?

Were you not enough anymore? Not pretty enough?

You racked your brain for a possible answer, but there wasn’t none. This had to be your fault somehow. And you hated yourself for it.

Once you made it to your room, you threw yourself onto the bed. Not caring that you were still wearing your day clothes. You let the tears fall free, sobs ripping from your throat.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep. Hoping that was just a terrible nightmare.

*****

Your body was sore, your throat feeling raw. You stretch your limbs, hoping to get rid of any soreness.

“You know,” You hear a familiar voice causing you to freeze mid stretch. Suddenly, all the memories came rushing back from last night and your heart sunk once again.

Your eyes peel open and you can see Sukuna standing right next to your bed, looking down at you with a frown.

Sukuna had to push the feelings away as he stared at your sunken eyes. He could tell that you were previously crying. There was a slight red tint to your eyes due to it. But he had to show that he didn’t care.

“It’s not nice spying on people.”

You suddenly sat up, eyes narrowing at Sukuna. You didn’t know what came over you. But you were suddenly feeling angry.

“And it’s not nice to cheat on your partner.”

His frown deepens and he’s glaring at you. Like you were in the wrong. Which made you even more angrier at him.

“Now, don’t go thinking you’re all special now. You’re replaceable.” “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be out of your way from now on.” You say getting out of your bed and walking towards your dresser.

His words hit you a lot harder than you expected. Replaceable. That’s right. You were only human. Someone small and insignificant compared to him.

Sukuna raises his eyebrow at your actions, wondering what exactly you were doing.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He demands, seeing that you were pulling some of your clothes out. “None of your business.” “It is my business.” “It actually isn’t. It stopped being your business when you cheated on me.”

“You’re not leaving.” You turn around, wondering where he got the audacity of speaking to you like this.

Oh, yeah. That’s right. He is the King of Curses. He feels the right to anything. So entitled.

“I don’t want to see you anymore. Get out.” You say through gritted teeth.

You wondered how long he was going to make you stay here. You really didn’t want to see him parading around with different women.

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

“Oh my god…” You mutter as you start to feel overwhelmed by him just standing in front of you. You really didn’t want to see him anymore. You wanted to get as far from him as possible. But he was keeping you locked up, like a bird in a cage.

“Why?” You ask, feeling your voice crack from all of the stress from holding back everything you wanted to throw at him. “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done wrong to deserve this?”

Sukuna purses his lips as he racks his brain for an answer. He knew the real answer though. You didn’t deserve it. You had been nothing but good and faithful towards him and this is how he repays you.

The silence was more than enough for you. You finally had enough and you didn’t care what consequences would follow for your next actions.

Without grabbing anything else, you walked past him, going back to your original plan.

You could start over if you wanted to. Start over from scratch. It would be hard, but it beats staying at the castle with Sukuna in it.

Everything in Sukuna’s brain was screaming at him to go after you. But that would only prove his earlier thoughts. That he was weak for you.

So it took everything in his power to stay in his spot and not go after you. To hold you in his arms and hold you tight so you wouldn’t leave him.

He holds his breath, gripping his own forearms tight to the point where his nails pierce his skin and draw blood. Once he’s sure that you’re out of the castle he lets himself breathe normally.

“Fuck.” He spat before storming out of the room to release some of the anger that built up.

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Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months since you’ve last seen Sukuna.

During those first few weeks, Sukuna went on a carnage in his own castle. It first started with the mistress. He didn’t want her in his sights or even in the castle anymore. If a servant looked at him wrong, then that servant would be dead in the next second.

It was rough at first for you. Being a woman during this time period wasn’t the easiest. So starting anew wasn’t the easiest either. The crushing weight of reality bore down on you, causing you to go into a fit of depression. However, you pulled yourself together for a little bit of time. You were able to settle down by yourself. Living a small but purposeful life.

Sukuna thought that you would return by now, and he would be able to keep you by his side. However, as time went by he realized that he would have to go out and get you himself. Something that he wasn’t happy about.

The first little village he went to, there was no luck. You weren’t there which caused him to get even angrier, burning down the village. The second village, the same result. Word began to get around that the King of Curses was on a rampage and the people in your village began to worry if they were next.

They started to come up with ideas and solutions to please the King of Curses. Gold? Pastries and goods? Sacrifices?

Probably sacrifice, you thought to yourself.

“Maybe he’ll like a whore for a sacrifice.” One of the elders said and everyone agreed. It got quiet, causing you to look up. Everyone was staring at you and you wanted to roll your eyes, but you held back your urges.

“You have no evidence that I am a whore. “You calmly spoke. An old lady scoffs, “please. You’re new and alone. No husband or children. You were shamed from your last village of being a whore. So now you’re here. Do us a favor and just be the sacrifice.”

You stood up, hands slamming down on the table. “You don’t know a single thing about me. And If I were you, I would shut up.”

Next thing you knew, you felt a stinging slap to your face. The burning of your right cheek causes you to bite your tongue to hold back the pain.

Your eyes move over to see one of the men, his hand still in the air as he had smacked you.

“You watch how you talk to your elders, whore.”

Your nostrils flare as you take a deep inhale, ready to yell at the man. However, someone interrupts.

“He’s here!”

You didn’t need to hear anything else to know that it was the King of Curses. Without saying another word, you start to walk off.

However, you are stopped when someone grabs you by your wrist.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

You turn to see the same man who slapped you. He was yanking you towards the direction of the commotion and you started to thrash harder against his grip.

“Stop struggling. You’re only going to make it worse.”

“No! Let go of me!” You shout, using your other hand to try to pry his fingers off of your own wrist.

“Let her go.”

The both of you freeze at the new voice. You clearly recognized the voice and you just wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

The man’s grip tightens on you as he yanks you forward so that you are now standing in front of the King of Curses. You faced the ground, some of it being grass, but most of it dirt.

“H-here. My Lord. A sacrifice for you.” The man speaks up.

“Didn’t I tell you that you were not to leave?” Sukuna states and you finally look up at him, mustering the strongest glare you could.

Sukuna smirks as he looks into your eyes. You still had that fire in your eyes that he enjoyed. It was stronger right now. However, his eyes fixated on the blooming bruise on your right cheek. You clearly just got hurt and he had a gut feeling of what happened.

His eyes glance over to the man gripping onto your wrist. So tight that it was starting to cut off the blood circulation to your hand, causing it to lose color.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sukuna’s question was aimed at the man. You could feel him tremble, just slightly. But he composed himself quickly, as if he knew what he was about to offer was going to make all the troubles go away.

“Lord Sukuna. As an offering, we offer up this whore.”

There was that word again. That word you hated.

A word that Sukuna hated for you. You weren’t just some common whore. If you were going to be a whore, then you would only be his whore.

Sukuna’s eyes narrow at him, a look that could only mean death after. The man understood that too. He started to tremble again, wondering why this was happening.

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” Sukuna says, his voice dropping a couple of octaves.

The man felt fear rumble through his body and his hand let go of your wrist.

As soon as his hand left yours, you stumble a little. Sukuna takes this opportunity to grab ahold of your waist, pulling him right to his side. A small gasp leaves your lips as you collide into his side, the smell of smoke and blood flood your senses.

You were so in shock of what was happening that you didn’t feel the slight movement of Sukuna or the strangled gasp of the man that had struck you. A thud followed suit causing you to look over. His head on the ground, blood pooling around the body.

Satisfaction filled your body, happy that he was finally dead.

“Now,” Sukuna says, turning to you, one of his hands cupping the side of your face. Warmth immediately envelops you, and you knew you should be scared, but you weren’t. In fact, you welcomed it a little.

“Sukuna…”

“Ah,” Sukuna tuts at you, successfully quieting you. You were expecting him to say something, but he didn’t. His lips were pressed together firmly. Like he was trying to think of the right words to say.

You look around the carnage around you, blood, smoke and fire was what you could mostly see. Everyone was dead.

“I promise to make it up to you.” Sukuna suddenly says and you look back at him. He was looking at you, not saying anything else. But his eyes said everything. Everything that you already needed to know.

He had done all this for you. Took out villages and murdered people just for you. Something about that made everything that more sentimental.

You gave him a smile before wrapping your arms around him the best you could. He had done this all for you... just for you.

Sukuna started to feel more at peace with himself. Realizing that you weren't’ the reason for him feeling weaker.

In fact, he needed you in his life to feel stronger.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #oneshot #jjk fluff #sukuna x you #jjk angst #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna angst #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year ago

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sukuna with a reader who surprises him by getting tattoos similar to his, only finding out the next time they had sex, and sukuna loses his damn MIND when he sees them.

A/n: I can imagine him going absolute feral.. { i am being delulu right now about him only loving his mate }

They weren't that big, and it may have hurt but you didn't care. The tattoo's made you feel closer to Sukna. While you know some people scoffed at you, you did your best to pay them no mind. They did not know him like you did. They didn't know how soft he was with you, the light touches, the kisses that made you breathless.

But now you were eager to show your lover the tattoo's. The man had pinned you to the bed, your wrists in his hand's as he let his eyes rank over your naked form. His eyes were glued to the markings than ran across your skin.

"Beautiful."

Something had stirred within him, Sukuna loved to mark your skin. Loved to let the others know who you belonged too. But this, this was art, this was meant for his eyes only. Your tattoo's were similar to his markings but just different enough in his eyes to let your personality shine.

He felt honored that his mate did this, that you did this. You were the only important one in his life, and he would burn the world to the ground if anything were to happen.

Letting his fangs poke through, he let his teeth sink into the nape of your neck as he lifted your hips easily slipping himself into your warmth. His let his hands trace the tattoo's across your skin. His nails moving down each line as he slowly started to thrust.

You won't be getting much sleep, not when he had to remember and touch each marking across your soft skin.

"Mine! You're all mine."

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spacebaby1 · 7 months ago

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Hii I saw your post where you said you wanted ansgt ideas for sukuna. You can make one where sukuna acts like she despises you (when in reality she loves you but can't stand the idea that I love you) you have never understood but you don't care. And one night you show up at her house in the early morning because the situation at your house had gotten violent (reader's father is abusive). Sorry this is very long 😭

This is about to hit home for me! I live for protective Sukuna. Enjoy!!

Your father had a ticking temper ever since your mother left him; one minute he'll be laughing and talking the next he'll start screaming and throwing things. Today wasn't different but what made it worse is that your classmate Sukuna wouldn't stop bothering you all the day. You didn't know what to do; thinking about how your father got mad last night at you for being a minute late with his dinner or deal with Sukuna bothering you, either ways you just ignored him.

When you got home you father wasn't there which was a relief and you prayed that he should just sleep somewhere out at his friend's house which he did sometimes and you were happy that tonight will be the same. You were in your room going through you instagram when a text popped up on your screen. It was Sukuna and him sending some hateful text which you ignored and went on scrolling om your phone.

It was around 3 am when you heard the door open and shut making you jump at the loud thud and you phine ringing made you flinch; Sukuna was calling, probably to annoy you and you didn't answer. Few minute later you heard shouting and screams of your father and things being thrown on the wall. Your heart dropped and immediately you ran downstairs trying to stop your father from throwing things around at your mothers framed picture. He grabbed you by the hair making your phone fall from your hand and accidentally answer to Sukuna's call. Sukuna was about to go off on you probably to mock you when he heard your painful screaming from the other side of the call, "what the hell you yelling like that?" He tried to not panic when you didn't answer but kept on screaming and crying because of your father grabbing your hair and hitting you, "P-please stop, you're hur-hurt-" you cried but your father kept screaming at you and holding you by the hair. Sukuna's heart dropped when he heard your father voice.

Jumping out of his couch Sukuna rushed out of the door and ran towards your house which was few hours from his.

He could hear the voices of your cries when he approached your house and thanked God that the door was unlocked. Sukuna rushed inside the house pushing your father away causing you both to fall. "You son of a bitch!" Sukuna picked your father by his collar and punched him till he was unable to stand. Sukuna rushed to your side as you were struggling to get up from the pain in your head while crying, "hey, hey. Let me see," Sukuna gently looked at your head and saw you bleeding a bit, you looked at him and he saw your brushed face and bleeding nose. He felt rage as he got up one more time to kick your father over and over until you cried for him to stop. Immediately Sukuna stopped and sat next to you, "Come on, I'll take you to hospital. Can you stand?" You shook your head still sobbing. "It's okay sweetie, I got you." He picked you up carried you out of the house.

Sukuna stood by your side as the nurse patched you up, he was angry and bitting on his nails. The cut on your lips, your bloody nose and the mark on your cheek made him want to go back and bear your father once again, "take this painkiller, it will help with the headache. Nothing to be worried about but we need you to stay here for the night, we need to do few checkups in case of broken bones or muscle fracture, okay?" The nurse told you as you nodded feeling your eyes heavy.

"S-sukna, you should go home, it's la-"

"The hell I'm not!" He sat beside you on the bed looking mad but not at you and you knew that. You placed your hand over his, "Thank you, Sukuna." You whispered laying your head on his shoulder to which he just hummed only to hear your soft snoring; you fell asleep on his shoulder.

Carefully he laid your head on the pillow and went to shut the door so the outside noise won't wake you up. He came back and sat on the chair next to the bed but he couldn't get comfortable. His feet accidentally hit the bed making you flinch in your sleep and you groaned in pain and was about to cry in your sleep when Sukuna jumped off the chair. Caressing your head softly, "Shhh, sorry sweetheart. Shhh go back to sleep." He whispered.

You moved to your side, holding on to his hoodie, and slowly calmed down, eventually falling asleep and holding on to him tightly. Carefully he got on the bed beside you and held you close, making sure to not hurt you as he kept on caressing your hair softly, "you don't need to worry anymore, I'm here, I'm so so sorry baby," he whispered placing a small kiss on your forehead, "I'm here for you, I'm gonna kill that man with my bare hands if he dare to touch you." You sighed in your sleep and snuggled closer to him.

#soft sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna protective #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fanfic #sukuna ryoumen #sukuna angst

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lilyisprtty · 1 year ago

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¤¸¸.•´¯`ᕼYᑭᑎOTIᑕ ᗪᗩTᗩ•¸¸.•..>>

🇸🇾🇵🇳🇴🇸🇮🇸⦂ Being one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers along with sukuna, him being the 'king of curses' while you're the 'queen of curses',

🇼🇦🇷🇳🇮🇳🇬🇸⦂ sadistic sukuna, toxic and manipulative behaviour from reader and sukuna, fem!reader, teasy touchies , bitter sweet fluff, implied murder and stuff, blood, gorey and graphic themes in the end

🇵🇦🇮🇷🇮🇳🇬🇸⦂ Ryomen Sukna x fem!reader

🇮🇳🇹🇷🇴⦂

One part of the modern times that Sukuna loves, is that the drinks have surely adapted, and Sukuna loves drinks. Always going out for a drink or two 8 after a battle. Another thing Sukuna loves about drinking, is that whenever he's at the bar, you're there too. Hips swaying towards him as if you were hypnotising him.

This was the case now. As you sat down next to him, crossing your legs and pushing your hair back, Sukuna watching as it all falls back in place.

"Hey there Queen of Curses."

Sukuna greets, smirking wide, your gaze on his thick canines.

"Hello King of Curses."

You greet back, you guys think its ultimately cheesy that humans actually called you these things, but it's only funny when you guys call each other that.

"Y'know what I'm here for."

You hum, resting your elbow on the bar and resting your chin on your palm.

Watching Sukuna nod with a giddy smile before slamming his fist upon the bar, making your elbow bounce off of it for a split second. He yells,

"Shots!"

🇨🇭🇴🇷🇺🇸⦂

Half way through your little drinking session with Sukuna, and since you guys can handle shots like water, you've now got 2 vodka and rum bottles sitting next to you like water bottles. You and Sukuna are laughing your heads off, knee smacking and all.

Finishing off your laughter from a previous joke you chuckle,

"I'm gonna get another rum bottle."

You state, raising your hand up to the bartender standing a few feet from you.

"Order what you want, motherfucker in fact, put it all on my tab."

He insists, slapping his credit card down on the table dramatically as you laugh hysterically at his dramatic flare

You're not wearing the usual jujutsu sorcerer outfit, the women's body you consume is what humans call a whore. Constant dresses that if you bent down, you could see the beautiful black panties she has on. Skirts that if you sat down, her thighs would basically pop out. All black though. You didn't complain, you don't care about fashion, but boy did Sukuna care about yours.

"You keep looking at me."

You yell over the music. Smiling at him, playing with the bottle in your lap. You're wearing a Colette mini dress. You didn't think much of it when you were eating someone's flesh mere moments ago.

"How can I not when you look the way you look, huh?"

He yells in response, his grin was always wider then yours. Always. Always showing you his enjoyment. As he says those words he traces your body with his eyes.

"How do I look, Kuna?"

You tease, tilting your head, saying his nickname, the nickname that only you bothered to call him, the nickname that makes him want to rip your head off just to hold it close and kiss your lips.

"Hypnotic."

He says, tilting his head upwards in a superior manner, his eyes never removing themselves from your gaze. Before you could respond, Sukuna gets called over by Gojo, a friend or an acquaintance of his. He flashes you a wink before heading towards Gojo, standing next to him with arms crossed, both him and Gojo facing and looking at you from the back of the bar.

"Watchya want."

Sukuna interogates, both guys have their eyes locked on you as they speak.

"Who's the girl? She looks like a good one."

Gojo hums, implying you're a good girl.

Sukuna glances at Gojo for a second before his stare returns on you.

"She's not a good girl. Nah, she's naughty."

The men both chuckle amongst themselves, this tiny conversation only tells Gojo that Sukuna wants you. So he has no choice but to let it happen. Gojo presses a hand upon Sukuna's back, gently pushing him towards you. Mumbling a 'see ya.' as he walks back towards you.

"Welcome back, you were in the middle of complimenting me and I think we should get back on that."

You kid, making him laugh as she sits down.

"Nah, don't wanna kiss your ass too much."

He reminds himself, watching a fake frown appear on your face.

"Don't pout. Bitches pout."

He grunts, looking at those pretty lips snarl at him.

"Don't complain, tiny dicked men complain."

You shoot back, watching his eyes widen.

"Watch it, my dick does more damage then both our strength combined. Could split ya open."

He mutters as he sips his vodka bottle watching you roll your eyes and scoff.

"Is your ego bigger then it?"

You ask, tilting your head as you watch him roll his eyes and flip you off, his claw facing you as you flick it away with a giggle.

After mere moments of silence, you watch him turn to you, striking up a conversation.

"Look, It's just me and you in this club."

Sukuna begins, referring to the dying down bar, calling it a bar out of sarcasam.

You nod, responding,

"Gojo's here, and it seems Sugu-"

"Nobody matters to me except for us."

He says. Interrupting your argument.

"Us?"

You repeat.

"Us."

He clarifies.

🇻🇪🇷🇸🇪⦂

Laying at the beach in this town you find yourself in with Sukuna, another common place you guys hang out in. Only at night. The beach isn't enjoyable in the mornings.

"Y'know,"

You begin, your hair laid upon the sand and your arm over your head, Sukuna next to you, mimicking your position.

"I think I'm better then you. At like, being the whatever of curses."

You say, a wide grin on your face, implying your better at him then what you guys do. Torturing humanity.

Sukuna audibly scoffs,

"Girl,"

He begins, the sass in his voice lingering,

"If you didn't notice, this is my world. There's still a lot you gotta learn."

He snarls, his arms coming onto his chest, crossing in frustration. You giggle at his sassiness.

"But I'll make you feel better, what's mine is yours, so thanks to me, you're at the skill level you're at."

He jokes, turning his head to look at you, his cheek getting embraced by the sand.

"Uh? No? Everything I got, I worked my ass for, I deserve it."

You dismiss, scrunching your nose up at him in disbelief.

"These clothes, I worked my ass for."

You joke, knowing you didn't spend a penny on these clothes.

"You can keep all the shit you're wearing! Everybody knows its fake."

He jokes back, watching you cackle at his humour.

In the bathroom of the bar you and Sukuna normally meet up at, but somethings different.. this time, you're pressed up against a sink and you have Sukuna attached to your mouth.

His hands gripped onto where your ribs are, his claws digging into your flesh as yours dig into his neck, blood beginning to drip down both your mouths,

"Shit."

Sukuna groans, realising he bit your tongue, not like a nibble, he bit a chunk of that shit, making you whimper and whine, not because your scared, but because he's so fucking hot. The blood spreading across yours and Sukuna's cheeks, what a blood bath.

🇦/🇳⦂ THISS WASS HELLLLAAA RUSHED BUT ITS OK I HOPE U GUYS LIKED IT!

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader

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sooniebby · 10 months ago

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Jiwons birthday gift

(THE SUKNA FIC WAS SO GOOD!! I DONT WATCH ANIME SO I DONT KNOW WHO HIM AND LIKE GOJO ARE AS CHARACTERS SO IM SORRY 😥)

Lmao, I’m glad you still read it though 🫶🏼

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m34gs · 1 year ago

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Last Line Game!

Thank you @voxofthevoid for the tag! (see his post here)

Post the last line you wrote and then tag the number of people that there are words in the line (no promises because Idk if I have that many writer mutuals to tag lol)

Konekomaru, forgive me for abandoning you, he prayed silently.

From my current draft of Chapter 4 of Inconvenience Store; my Blue Exorcist haunted convenience store au💜

Tagging: @kimium, @collisiondiscourse, @sithmonarch, @scar-queen-owl, @suknas, @azurexsnake, @vermillionair13, @sailormew4, and @iluvmilkchoco

No pressure, only if you want to! If anyone else wants to participate, feel free to join in! 💜💜💜

#writing #fanfiction #blue exorcist #tag game #for fun #last line game #inconvenience store

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m3kuroshirt · 2 years ago

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How the Grimmjow Stole Christmas

Words: 2164

Warnings: language, suggestive themes, slight angst

Notes: This is a Christmas gift-fic for the wonderful @m34gs and @suknas!

“Come on Ichi-nii, you need to come with us to Mr. Urahara’s,” Yuzu’s plea rang out from the other side of the door. All Ichigo could do was sigh, disappointed in the situation, but mostly himself.

“Sorry Yuzu, but I need to take a pass. Need to get ahead on next semester—”

“Bullshit, Ichigo!” That was Karin, in all her fiery glory, yelling from the other side, probably squished right next to Yuzu and up on her toes. Quietly, in tones hushed and words unintelligible from the other side of the door, Ichigo heard Yuzu say something to her twin.

“Fine. Whatever,” Karin said, this time tone curt and sharp. “Have fun spending Christmas Eve by yourself then.”

Ichigo could say with certainty, he definitely would not, but that was on a need-to-know basis, and his sisters, who he loved dearly and with all of his current Grinch-sized heart, didn’t. He would mope tonight, feelings awash and weird for no discernible reason—or at least, not one he cared to put a name (or face) to—and be back to mostly normal tomorrow.

Kon screeched something about going in his place, sweeping out the door, slamming it shut behind, and that was that. Footsteps walked—or stomped, in Karin’s case—away. Good enough for now, though he’d feel bad for making them mad later. He had to get over getting mad at himself first.

Sure, Urahara’s would be lively and probably fun, but, knowing him, it would also be a big schmoozing event, and Ichigo wasn’t in the mood for that. And the war. If Ichigo had to hear one more thing about the war that they’d won, he’d lose his goddamned mind.

The past two years had been brutal, and he was still…recovering. That’s what he called it, anyway. Giving distance to some places—Kiskue Urahara’s on the very top of the ‘places to avoid’ list, circled, starred, and highlighted. Some wounds still too fresh in his mind.

Sure, Urahara was a certified genius, but Ichigo got tried of being the pawn in everyone’s game. Was it so bad to want something low-stakes for once? Maybe a fight could just be a fight. Just like he wanted.

But whatever.

Besides, it wasn’t like he’d be there anyway. He and a certain blue-haired arrancar hadn’t spoken often after the end of the war—Ichigo made sure to go by the shop twice a week while he was unconscious, body healing from the poison that Quincy had given him.

And then one day Grimmjow just…wasn’t there.

Urahara said he’d woke up, opened a garganta, and fucked right off to Hueco Mundo. Well, not those exact words. But that’s what the ache in his chest told him.

Bastard.

Now Ichigo was lucky he saw him once or twice a month.

Nel was around far more than Grimmjow ever was, and while Ichigo viewed her more and more as a little sister, he couldn’t say that when the sounding boom of a garganta opening happened, he was always a little disappointed it was just Nel.

She’d for sure be at whatever party Urahara threw. And as much as he loved her, she could be a lot.

Same with his friends, both human and soul reapers.

If Renji decided to knock on his door and drag him to the shit show of a party it would turn out to be, he’d fake…Ichigo wasn’t sure…explosive diarrhea or something and run to the bathroom. Between him knowing how to do surprisingly realistic armpit fart noises, and Renji’s relative cluelessness regarding…many things, as far as the human world went, Ichigo could get him to leave.

Rukia would be another story.

He’d probably actually need to shit and do something he’d regret almost immediately to get her to leave, and honestly, that was still iffy.

Grabbing his laptop, he plopped back down on his bed and searched for a movie. He guessed a Christmas one would do, he shouldn’t be a total trash bag about things. So he typed in the world “Grinch”, searching through the options, and settled on the original, since it was about as short as his patience at the moment.

Hitting the play button, soft music started in the background as Ichigo tried to get himself comfortable, wrapping his duvet around him like he was a cold snowman in need of a nice spring thaw. Sighing as the opening was narrated, Ichigo closed his eyes, lids heavy.

............

When he opened them again, his laptop was dark—I must’ve fallen asleep—and there was a warmth spread across his chest.

And legs.

Everywhere, really. And it was heavy.

And vaguely body shaped, Ichigo thought, blood turning to ice. Did someone break into his house? Did he have an intruder cuddling him? What in the absolute fuck? Was this one of his friends sick ways of harassing him because he missed the party?

Glancing around the room trying to stay as calm as possible, Ichigo attempted to get a feel for their spiritual pressure. It took him all of five seconds to give up. It felt familiar, but without any kind of menacing or fighting aura surround them, he was honestly at a loss. The only reason he knew it wasn’t Captain Zaraki is because he wasn’t suffocated into the bed. That, and his two-person boy band wasn’t criticizing him from unseen corners of his room.

Trying to focus on the shape sprawled across him, Ichigo could tell they were taller than him, though probably not by much. Trying to move his arms was met with resistance—hands gripped each bicep like a lifeline, gently clawing and relaxing long fingertips into the meat of each arm.

The head shifted, and Ichigo felt something hard and smooth scrape across the exposed skin of his neck. It felt like a—

“What the fuck,” Ichigo hissed out, eyes going wide in realization, debating whether or not he was going to leave the guy be, or push him off him (and his bed) and smother him with Ichigo’s favorite pillow.

“Took ya long enough,” rang out a familiar, gruff voice, though laced with drowsiness. Ichigo felt his heartbeat stutter. His voice sounded almost soft. No. Nonononono don’t gay panic now. “S’warm in here. Quiet too.”

“What are you talking about?” Okay, panic a little. “What are you—”

“Be quiet,” the arrancar whined, rubbing his stupid face into Ichigo’s softest shirt, hands flexing and relaxing on Ichigo’s arms again, unsheathed claws prickling against his human skin. Quiet? Warm? Was Grimmjow drunk? What in the hell and a half was going on? Was he drunk? Ichigo didn’t remember getting into Isshin’s good whiskey, but hey, he’d slept-walk before.

Once.

When he was five.

“Sorry,” Ichigo said in a frantic whisper, nerves buzzing like angry hornets. The nasty stinging kind that only wanted to kill people. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be in my room on Christmas Eve nuzzling into my chest like it was a normal thing that happened.”

“Fuckin’ shut up already, Kurosaki,” Grimmjow growled, shifting around a little bit, head propping up, is damn pointy chin digging into Ichigo’s chest not unlike the dullest dagger in the world, blue eyes narrowed at him. Ichigo felt his hands twitch.

“Urahara’s was fucking loud. Smelly too. Damn booze-hound,” he muttered, laying his head back down.

“You shut up, you bastard,” Ichigo whisper yelled. “You’ve barely been here! You don’t get to just…do this!”

“I’m here now, ain’t I,” Grimmjow yelled in a hush right back, as if there were other people in the house to be concerned about. Wait, were there? What time even was it? He didn’t remember actually looking at the clock. It was only like…seven when he put the little animated movie on—and it was only like forty five minutes long at most. Damn, he was turning into an old man. He’d be eighty in two days.

Sucking in a breath, Ichigo marched on, ready to get this shit show delt with so he could go back to sleep and wake up mad about it tomorrow.

“Yeah, but why?”

Grimmjow growled for real this time, a low reverberation resonating in his chest before the man sat up, and Ichigo saw his glare glow through the darkness.

“The fuck, you don’t want me here now? Shitty Kiskue said you’d been moping around ‘cuz of it, and now you decided to change yer mind?”

Trying not to snort at the completely accurate nickname for the damn shopkeeper, Ichigo propped himself up on his elbows, since Grimmjow was still sitting on half of him like a damn house-cat, and glared right back.

“I don’t mope,” he said, voice now at a normal volume, growling right back, though not quite as animalistic.

Ichigo ran a now free hand across his sweaty face. Grimmjow ran a hell of a lot warmer than he’d anticipated. Of course, it could always be the stress of the situation at hand.

“You fuckin’ do.” Grimmjow leaned in closer, laying more of himself over Ichigo again, arms now caging both of his sides, gaze predatory. What in the hell was going on? Sure, Ichigo wasn’t opposed to the action whatsoever, but it was weird coming from Grimmjow of all people.

“If you don’t want me here then just say so.” Hot breath fanned Ichigo’s face, and if the light were on, Grimmjow could probably see him blush.

Eyebrow ticking, patience thinning regardless of how attractive the bastard on top of him was, Ichigo spat out his next sentence.

“Of course, I want you here, you complete asshat! What the fuck took you—”

Lips—well, teeth, more like—cut off Ichigo’s lecture. Warm and moist and so fucking soft, Ichigo felt his head drop back onto his pillow, arms wrapping around the torso pressing into him. Whatever Grimmjow was wearing, it was scratchy as hell. Yoruichi had been into some kind of string craft thing—knitting or crocheting, he didn’t remember—so it was probably that. She’d all but forced Ichigo to accept a handmade sweater with holes in the armpits. She insisted it was to let his stank out, whatever the fuck that meant.

Grimmjow pulled away first, but stayed close. His mask shone in the dim moonlight filtering through the window, teeth sharp. Stupidly, Ichigo wondered if he ever flossed them.

“Poison took a long time to wear off, had to go back to Hueco Mundo to heal some of it.”

Ichigo knitted his brows, confused. What did Hueco Mundo have that the world of the living—namely Urahara—didn’t?

“What?”

Grimmjow scraped his mask over the bareness of Ichigo’s exposed neck, and butterflies fluttered all the way into his throat and back down. Fingers clutched at the hem of the poor-quality yarn sweater, waiting for Grimmjow to explain.

“Something about the reishi compounds,” Grimmjow started with an irritated sigh, the tip of his tongue flicking at Ichigo’s clavicle. “How an arrancar body breaks them down differently and shit. Kiskue explained it, but I wasn’t listening.”

“Figures,” Ichigo said, smiles beginning to spread across his face. “How’d you even get in my house?” Ichigo ran a hand through messy blue locks, and scratched his scalp lightly, earning a pleased grunt. And maybe a purr, if his ears weren’t deceiving him.

“Yer old man. Told me he left the door unlocked an’ that you were bein’ a brat.”

Ichigo’s face went red at Grimmjow calling him such things, but decided not to think of that—or how his father just left the house open for anyone to rob, thanks a lot. What if there was a hollow and a robber nearby? Did the old fart ever think of that?

Probably not, because he’s a moron.

Then another question wormed its way out of Ichigo’s mouth, even with Grimmjow’s greedy mouth currently nipping at whatever exposed skin he could find.

“Why didn’t Urahara say anything to me? About you needing to go back, I mean.”

Grimmjow stopped marking Ichigo for a second, dragging an arm over Ichigo’s chest and laying his head on it. He was frowning, but didn’t look all that surprised by Ichigo’s line of questioning.

“Because he’s a piece of shit,” he said matter-of-factly. Ichigo couldn’t help but nod in agreement, irritated sigh pushing past his lips.

“Good to know. How about we try and kill’em tomorrow?”

Ichigo heard and felt Grimmjow chuckle, shifting his arm again, lower this time, playing with the hem of his sweats. Swallowing, Ichigo’s breath hitched.

Grimmjow growled like the feral best he was, and ground down into Ichigo’s weight, causing a groan to escape him.

“Works for me. Merry Crisis, Kurosaki. Lemme open my present.”

Ichigo just laughed and pulled Grimmjow’s stupid mouth back to his own. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad way to spend the night after all, and if things went the way he hoped, his heart wouldn’t be the only thing growing a couple sizes tonight.

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