#sukuna is trying

[sandwitchstories]

Mouse and The Cookies

Hello, Hello! Here is the next installment in my series of drabbles, headcannons and one shots about Dad!Sukuna!

Dad!Sukuna Series on my AO3 - Here! (No real rhyme or reason here, only things they in common are Dad!Sukuna and fluff)

Authors note: Yup, still here and still weak for soft Sukuna, Dad!sukuna, husband sukuna and as ALWAYS 4 armed Sukuna.

If you prefer to read on AO3 click here !

Summary: Sukuna is woken up from his slumber by his 2 year old daughter. He tries to get her back to sleep, but like most two year olds at 3am, she has something else on her mind.

WC: 900+

CW: Reader is referred to as Mama but not described, toddler dad Sukuna, girl dad!sukuna, true form Sukuna (4 arms) some slightly suggestive humor (it's a two line exchange between Sukuna and reader), it's pretty much just plain Dilf Sukuna fluff and crack

Sukuna came awake to the extremely rude feeling of being poked in the cheek. He turned his head to glare at the owner of the finger. His 2 year old daughter stood beside the bed, smiling unapologetically from ear to ear. He blinked his eyes slowly several times and asked, “What are you doing awake, mouse?”

“Papa want to play?” she asked, leaning against the bed.

“No. It’s the middle of the night. Papa sleep. Mama sleep. Mouse, that’s you, sleep. Now go,” Sukuna grumbled at her.

Unperturbed, she grabbed onto his bicep with her tiny little hands. He sighed and used the other free hand on that side of his body to pick her up by the back of her clothes and dangle her above him. He narrowed all 4 eyes on her as she hovered over him giving a toothy smile of enjoyment at her predicament. 

He shook his head and plopped her down between him and your sleeping form. “Go to sleep.”

“No sleep, Papa!” she said, rolling over to stare at him, her head on the pillow. 

“Why not?” he asked, turning his head to look at her. He raised one of his hands to run his fingers through her unruly pink mop of hair. “You don’t feel like sleeping?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Scary dreams.”

He briefly wondered what exactly a scary dream consisted of for a 2 year old. It didn’t matter and he knew it. What mattered was the child needed comfort and you were not awake. This was not exactly his fortee. 

He moved her so that she was laying on his chest with two of his arms wrapped over her. “There, see, you’re safe. Now sleep.”

“Papa fights the bad dreams?” she asked.

“Yeah, Papa will fight the bad dreams. Your Papa is the King of Curses, after all. Your bad dreams will be scared of me,” he told her pointedly, feeling a smug smile on his face as he stared at the ceiling. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this. 

“Mama more scary though,” she commented. 

He was about to argue but stopped himself. He, the king of curses with a body count in the thousands, could be stopped in his tracks by you, a wisp of a woman compared to him. You could make him back down with just a single glare. Hell hath no fury like his wife on the warpath. The kid was right. Well, shit...

“Yeah, Mama is scarier,” he agreed, rubbing her back and kissing her head. “But Mama’s right here too. See? Extra safe. So just go to sleep, Mouse.”

“No,” she said, turning to look at him. “My tummy is hungry.”

“You’re hungry?” he asked, before issuing a sigh and sitting up, he grabbed her under one arm and headed towards the kitchen. She dangled down laughing. He grabbed on to one ankle and lifted her so she was upside down and eye to eye with him. “Hey, be quiet or you’ll wake up Mama. And didn’t we just talk about how scary she is?”

He grinned as he watched his daughter cover her mouth and try not to laugh, her cheeks puffing up full of air. He moved her so he was carrying her the correct way and opened the door to the kitchen. “Alright. What are we eating?”

“Cookies,” she said, pointing to the cupboard that housed them.

He narrowed his gaze at her. She had decided on that very quickly. His eyes got wide as he stared at his cunning little girl. “You wanted cookies all along, didn’t you? You played me like a biwa, mouse.”

She cupped his cheeks and gave his nose a kiss. “You best Papa!”

“You’re damn right I’m the best Papa,” he said as he got the cookies out of the cupboard. 

“I’ll make sure to put that as your epitaph.”

Sukuna and your daughter exchanged identical looks of surprise before turning to look at you. He gasped dramatically. “Uh oh, Mouse. We’re busted!”

“And just what do you have to say for yourselves?” You demanded, hands on your hips. 

You watched as Sukuna set your daughter down, curious what he was up to. Your eyes bugged out of your head as he gave her the bag of cookies with one hand while another pulled you in around your waist and lifted you up off the ground.

“Quick, Mouse! Make a break for it!” he said, pushing her gently towards the exit. 

Your daughter took off at as close to the speed of light as a toddler could manage, making her escape with the haul without looking back. You laughed.  “She’s getting away with your loot!”

“Ehh let her,” he said, pulling you tighter against him and kissing the side of your neck. He spoke in a softer tone against your ear.  “I caught myself something far more delicious than cookies.”

“That may be true, but with the amount of sugar she is about to ingest you won’t get to enjoy that loot either,” you teased. 

He grunted as he realized you were right, setting you down to quickly head down the hallway after the giggling baby goblin. “Hey! Get back here! It’s sleep time, not cookie time!”

“Catch me, Papa!”

“Oh, I’m gonna catch you alright!” you heard him say as their voices grew distant in what was now obviously a game of chase combined with keep away.

You shook your head and sighed as you headed down the hall after them. Every day was an adventure when you were married to the King of Curses. And when you were also the mother of his child? Your work was never done… Well, as they like to say, if you couldn’t beat them… “Ready or not, here I come!”

[planetsandmagic]

mirrors

[jaydarino]

Sometimes girlhood is matching hello kitty oodies with your mortal enemy

[sukunasweetheart]

i so desperately want to write a dark romance with the concept of consuming as a form of intense, obsessive yet ominously beautiful, love with trueform sukuna.

i want him to love reader so much that he almost wants to literally eat her, and i want her to see it not as something to be terrified of, but to accept and recognise that his desire to devour you is not out of malice, but rather, something of adoration...

his mad infatuation would reveal itself in many, many forms. just by simply looking at you, his eyes darken, and his gaze seems to poke and prod at your soul, constantly analysing and soaking the sight of you into his memories. the way all four of his hands touch you, his searing hot palms smoothing over you, littering deep bruises across, claiming your skin as his canvas, embedding marks that indicate his presence in all and every way possible.

how his lips possessively captures yours, tongue twisting around in your mouth - sukuna kisses you with a type of hunger that goes unmatched by anybody else-- his engagements with you are all-consuming, meaning that he doesn't let you get a moment to think about anything else, too pre-occupied with his flames that lick up at your flesh, threatening to burn you down to cinders with its intensity, unmerciful. and when his teeth sinks in, a cry escapes your throat - a cry that isn't pleading for help, but is pleading for more.

sukuna's adam's apple would bob up and down as he swallows dryly, enduring another night of wishing to absolutely devour you whole, and leave nothing of you behind. it certainly doesn't help that you encourage him, egg him on.

he mustn't- he mustn't- he mustn't--

for who will comfort him from the loneliness that would follow, if he loses you to himself?

he satiates his aching desires by lapping up your honey-sweet blood from your inflicted bite wounds, addicted to your unique, intoxicating flavour.

you smile deliriously, like a madwoman, helplessly enamoured by sukuna's dangerous, distorted, yet an undeniably powerful form of his love.

Masterlist

[sukunasteeth]

Insomnia

You had always had trouble sleeping.

As a child, you would wander the house in search of something to do, as a teenager you utilized it for spending countless nights painting the town red with your childhood best friend Yuji, but, as an adult, you find yourself spending more and more nights sitting in front of the window, waiting for the sun to rise in a peaceful quiet. 

The view was always better from your partner Sukuna’s apartment. Tucked into the very top of a complex that scraped against the sky, the city stretched out before his ceiling length windows like an endless mirage of glittering light. Looking out of them, you would never know it was three o’clock in the morning. The city still bustled, people the size of ants crossed the main streets below you in swathes of different walks of life; business men lost to highballs with too much whiskey, friends on their way to the next nightclub, shop workers calling to anyone with a pulse on the sidewalk. It was a perfect people-watching spot and a perfect distraction from the nightmare replaying in your head like a broken record. 

You’re sitting on the cold tile floors of his living room, curled up in a blanket you had taken from the arm of the couch. You’re positive Sukuna had never used it before and that it’s always been a decoration before you had arrived. Now, it was part of your nightly routine when Sukuna had you over to unfold it and curl in, while you spent countless hours drifting off in your own mind waiting for morning. 

It wouldn’t be long before Sukuna was up now, he had a meeting at seven o’clock in the morning that day. The two of you hadn’t gone to sleep until around midnight, naked and content. You wished you could sleep as deeply as he had been when you carefully crawled out of his bed half an hour ago, but you had accepted your insomnia by now. You found ways to live with the burden of it, and you had long since made friends with the silence and peace of nightfall. 

You always did feel guilty when Sukuna was affected by it. Like tonight, when your ears catch the door to his bedroom clicking open and you hear his bare feet against the tile approaching the living room. 

Your heart momentarily skips a beat. You think about hiding- sprinting into the bathroom as an excuse for your late night absence from his bed, but he makes it into the threshold of the living room before you get a chance to decide. 

Despite the guilt washing over you like a bucket of cold water, your heart still warms at the sight of him. He’s slipped into a pair of sweats to come find you and is still in the middle of putting on a tank top when he appears, sleepy and squinting against the light of the city signs glaring in. His hair is still a mess from your fingers pulling on it before bed, which somehow makes him even more heart wrenching to look at. Even when his eyes find you on the floor, and he immediately frowns you’re still starstruck by his sleep drunk appearance. 

“Why are you so good at that?” His voice is thick with sleep, but he talks to you as though you were just in the middle of a conversation. 

You tilt your head at him, peering over your shoulder in confusion. “Good at what?” 

“Leaving without waking me.” He scratches at the back of his head, yawning as he makes his way across the room to come stand beside you. One of his hands sweeps down his face, like he’s trying to wipe away his clear exhaustion. 

“It’s no easy task.” You admit, hoping your innocent smile is enough for him not to push any further. He stares down at you for a moment, searching your eyes reflecting in the neon of the city line. 

He huffs through his nose when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, muttering to himself as he plops down beside you and folds his legs into a cross-legged position. He’s close enough that his side is flush against yours, his knee resting over top of your own, grounding you. “So stubborn.” You hear him say. 

As if it were second nature, you immediately rest your head against his shoulder and his arm comes around your waist in turn, scooting you even closer to him. The two of you fit together perfectly by now. Constantly trading off between who was yin and who was yang, but always in equilibrium when you were side by side.

“I need to get you a bell.” He murmurs against the shadows of his living room.

You chuckle, “Yeah? Gonna collar me?” You’re just poking fun, but when you peek up at him expecting him to be chuckling too, you find his eyes honed in on your neck, like he’s considering it. 

He doesn’t give you an answer to that one, but you can see it in his eyes that your joke has been taken as a suggestion to be logged away for future use. You bury your face into his shoulder, feeling your cheeks burning in embarrassment. 

You don’t take it back.

 The two of you sit like that for a while, allowing Sukuna’s presence to diffuse the unease from your haunting dreams. He doesn’t have to do much to comfort you. When Sukuna was beside you, comfort was a given. He joins you in silent people-watching, his hand protectively curled over your backside as though he can feel the nightmares lingering just out of his sight. 

After a while, he squeezes you to catch your attention, but doesn’t ask you to pull away from your resting place against him. 

He turns his head to press his lips into your temple, and the way he whispers your name then has you convinced you’d tell him any secret you promised you’d take straight to the grave.  “Why are we awake?” He asks.  

“I couldn’t sleep.” You whisper back,  as though you were afraid that the nightmares would hear you and realize they had won. 

Sukuna takes a few seconds breathing in your scent, patiently waiting for you to give him more information. He hums in disappointment when it’s clear that that’s all you were willing to share at the moment. 

“Suppose I didn’t work you hard enough last night.” 

It’s a joke. Such an obvious one that you can’t help but let out a laugh despite your thoughts weighing heavily. 

“Please,” You plead in a groan, “I barely made it to the living room without crawling on my hands and knees.” This was not a joke. Your legs shook like jello the moment you were on your feet and they ache with the memory of overexertion even when you're sitting. 

“I do love you on your hands and knees.” Another suggestion that you can tell he’s logged away for future use. At this point you were doing it to yourself.

 You still don’t take it back, though. 

“Let’s see,” He clears his throat and his voice takes a different cadence now, no longer conscientious of the time of night… or day rather. “The last time you had a nightmare and I caught you out here, you asked me to make you pancakes. I think I still have the mix in the cupboard…” 

You freeze up against him, your head moving mechanically upwards until you’re face to face with him. The man who reads you like a book. When you’ve tried so hard to stay shut up. When you’ve worked your entire life at achieving the perfect poker face. Time and time again he proves to you that it’s useless when he’s got your soul tucked away in his hold, yet, it never stops surprising you. 

Sukuna tilts his head, smiling like you’ve confirmed his suspicions with just one glance. “What? You think I don’t know that much, at the very least? How aloof you are~” 

He takes the opportunity to scoop your hair away from your shoulder and tuck a few strands behind your ears so that he can see your sleep deprived face clearly. At the same moment, his free hand reaches over and finds yours in the blankets.

He's smug with your shock.

“How long are you going to try to hide from me?” 

“I’m not hiding…” You whisper, even your own voice cannot bear to lie to him. He makes a warning noise, leaning closer like he can tell. 

“One day I’ll know it all. Every secret you want to keep from me. Every dream you’re too shy to tell me.” His mere proximity is enough to scramble your mind. The way his lips play just out of your reach, the way his nose brushes yours ever so slightly, the way his thumb presses into your ring finger, all of it has your focus split into too many incapacitating directions. “Your burdens. Your nightmares. All mine to bear.” 

You don’t doubt him. It’s yourself that you find apprehensive to trust. Convinced that your own mind was going to torture you with him there or not. You had spent years battling insomnia alone, and while you hated to deny him, you hated to get your own hopes up too.

“You can’t scare away all my nightmares, my love.” 

"Hmm, is that right?” Sukuna lifts your hand to his face, presses it against his lips, and places a kiss to the very center of your palm. It's almost as sweet as his next words, “Sounds like I'll just have to give you so many good dreams you’ll forget about the bad ones, then.” 

You wonder if you looked as awestruck as you felt in that moment.

He’s won. He knows he’s won. You can tell by that prideful toothy grin you feel him hiding behind your hand, the one you can see in the curve of his eyes. 

The way your heart climbs into your throat, like it’s desperate to be home in the palm of his hands, has you instantly knowing that you were truly a hopeless cause at this point. 

“When did you become so soft and sweet?” 

Sukuna laughs under his breath, “When I found out that’s just how you like it.” He answers easily, like he’s asked himself the same question before.  

“Now, do you want the pancakes or not?” 

Before you can remind him that he has a meeting in only a few hours, before you can assure him that you weren’t thinking of food at three o’clock in the morning, your stomach releases a growl that’s begging for Sukuna’s undivided attention. 

He snorts, not even bothering to wait for a verbal answer before he’s maneuvering to his feet, still grasping your hand gently in his own. 

“Come sit pretty on the counter for me.” He tugs you. “It’s cold out here.”

You don't think you've ever felt warmer.

[hinamie]

色彩 [Shikisai]

[ashasdiary]

Sukuna's Aversion to Toys

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader Synopsis: Sukuna really doesn't like your toys. CW: trueform!sukuna, sexual themes, fire WC: 437

“What the hell?” You stop in your tracks when you step into your living room and find Sukuna tossing your sex toys, one by one, into the fireplace. 

He looks up at you briefly, all four eyes looking unbothered, before he returns his gaze to the task at hand. “Evening.”

His nonchalance irks you, especially as he’s tossing your beloved rose into the fire. “Sukuna!”

“Woman,” he quips, not looking at you. 

You let out an exasperated sound as he watches with satisfaction how the silicone melts in the fire. You hold your hands up in question. “Why are you— why are you using my toys as firewood?!”

“I would have burnt them with my own hands but I exercised a great deal of mindfulness to that white contraption in your kitchen,” he responds coolly and juts his chin over to the ceiling of the open plan kitchen. 

You turn and look and then turn back to him. “The smoke alarm?” 

He hums in agreement, “Yes. That. It is quite a pointless device, I think, and m—” but you cut him off. 

“Allow me to rephrase, just why are you burning my toys?” Your brows knit together in annoyance. 

“Fool. For what reason do you need these silly, childish contraptions when you have the presence of me?” He snaps, shooting you an incredulous look. 

You can’t believe this. The king of curses…jealous? Of a few sex toys? You cross your arms over your chest. “I’ll have you know, I had all of those before we met!”

“And? Why keep them in your possession?” He presses, red eyes shining. 

“Wh…Sukuna. Please, be serious,” you sigh. 

“I am.” He deadpans, “Deadly.”

“Me having toys before I met you really shouldn’t be an issue,” you rage, stomping over to him and grabbing the bullet that was in his hand. But he doesn’t let go.

“It is. Having me should suffice,” he shrugs and maintains his grip on the vibe. 

“Who said having you was not sufficient?!” You bite back. 

“Keeping these damned things implies just that, brat. It is simply greedy that you have me in this form, with twice the number of everything, yet…you still keep these ridiculous gadgets.” He takes the bullet back and throws it into the flames. 

You let out a small scoff as you watch him. “Heaven forbid a girl have possessions,” you huff, “and what when you’re away? How am I supposed to satisfy myself then?” 

He stands and faces you, feeding the last one to the flames with a toss over his shoulder. 

“Simple. You do not.”

Do not copy or translate my work. © ashasdiary, all rights reserved.

Divider by cafekitsune

[windlullaby-arts]

Beach hunk

I found a good reference and couldn’t stop myself I hope you enjoy 😶

[olasketches]

two sides of the same coin

[zuzu-draws]

Yuuji's ''I'm going to die with him'' from the start of the series to ''Sukuna, Come back and live with me '' at the end is, honestly, very beautiful.

"Let's try again one more time Sukuna, but this time, without cursing anyone. Even if no one else accepts you, I'll live with you" do you understand what's going on here? This is Yuuji attempting to connect with Sukuna, to show a certain compassion that is entirely alien to Sukuna. To the way he delicately lifts Sukuna's remains, with such carefulness, as if holding the remains of a precious loved one, Yuuji tries to show Sukuna "love". The same "love" that has been teased to us this entire series, that who is it that will show it to Sukuna, teach him of it.

This is the same Yuuji, who, at the beginning of the series held absolute disdain towards Sukuna, and always looked at him with much accusatory contempt and mistrust. At that point, He truly did think of Sukuna as nothing more than a "curse". The same "curse" Sukuna calls himself one last time as the last embers of his soul fade in Yuuji's hands.

But this time, Yuuji has a troubled look in his eyes.

As if he disagreed with him.

This is the look of someone, who is looking at the Humanity Sukuna does not believe exists within himself.

Humanity that Sukuna denies himself.

That Sukuna is not a curse, but a human that has been cursed.

[xxnghtclls]

[planetsandmagic]

they got...married?

(extra doodle + reference photo below)

[whimsyvixen]

I'd dislocate my jaw for him

[kohhomaru]

Feral men

[sukunasteeth]

Even though he'd never admit it (never, not even if someone asked him on his deathbed)

Even though it was painful to admit to himself,

It was an undeniable fact that you gave Sukuna butterflies.

He feels them in the way you mindlessly trace his tattoos when the two of you are sitting together, alone. Your touch is feather-light. The brush of an angel wing.

He feels them in the way you say his name when the two of you reunite after a long day. A sigh of relief. Solace.

They flutter with the way you wrap your hands around his cheeks and hold his face like your holding the sun.

They're in the way you kiss him. When you softly bite into his lower lip like you're biting into the flesh of a sacred fruit.

They're in the breeze that picks up your soft scent and gifts it to him.

In the sunlight that catches onto the stray strands of your hair and has you glittering against the dim world.

His heart races to you.

What a sap.

[droopywrites]

did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?

⋆｡Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids｡⋆

Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.

CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.

Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.

Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)

Geto

Starting off strong with Geto.

Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.

On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...

What the fuck.

How did she even get here? Why is she here?

Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.

He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.

So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.

Papa?

Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.

Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.

But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.

Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.

Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.

The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.

You...?

You.

You.

You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.

You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"

You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.

Yet.

When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.

Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.

After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.

Sukuna

Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.

Man hates love.

But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.

So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.

"What are you looking at, brat?"

"You."

The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.

And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.

This little shit was persistent.

His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.

A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.

Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.

"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."

That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.

He wasn't getting into that.

The kid was though.

It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.

...

The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?

It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?

He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.

"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"

And then Sukuna was sealed.

He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.

Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.