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kakushino · 5 months

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The Queen

Ryomen Sukuna x F! Reader

He never orders you around - rather, he requests.

Tags: slight gore, suggestive, fem reader, true form Sukuna Word count: 1,7k

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AN: Fanart used in banner made by the amazing @innaillus - be sure to check out their divine fanart Written as a Secret Santa's gift for @zoyakuna - Merry (early) Christmas! (and pls stop slandering Giyuu, it's causing me undue stress)

There was little to amuse you in your secluded throne room underground.

Correction - there had been little to amuse you out of your throne room, so you had retreated back into your palace - and even then, was it a palace, when there were no servants, no great halls, no music, and no consort?

Just you - the Supreme Sovereign - and your throne made of roots and vines.

Which made it odd to hear a sound echo in your chamber. You feared nothing, no one, and your heart remained steady, not a beat out of place, your eyes closed as you rested from lifetimes of exhaustion.

“Who goes there?” you called out, not moving from your reclined position.

You were it to him, the holy grail of his searching - the Queen of Curses. Your name was feared enough that it had been scratched out from all written sources, the feats accredited to you terrifying… yet thrilling to Sukuna. He had needed to meet you, though he knew not why… A deep hunger for companionship, another who could stand at his level, who could reign with him from his Shrine, a craving so consuming he nearly went mad with his searching.

And he did find you, though hardly in the condition he thought he would.

“This is what You have become? The cynosure of all mortals reduced to a wretch.”

The voice was rough, forceful - distinctly male - though the tone held a hint of remorse and confusion. “All beauty is short-lived,” was all you said, a slight irritation churning your stomach for the first time in - decades, centuries, millenia? Who knows?

“Not for curses. We are eternal.” You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, and intense. It lashed out at your own, but like water parting around a blade, yours did too, accepting and redirecting the angry force, dispersing it, and eventually absorbing it. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being suffocated under the weight of the world, a drop of water quenching a soul-deep thirst in the desert of life.

You opened your eyes and sat up properly as you studied him.

The man - curse - was tall, broad, and regal. A king would be a title befitting his posture. His hair was a light color you could hardly make out in the darkness of your abode. The dark marks adorning his face stood out starkly against his skin, as did the shape of the disfigured flesh on the right side of his face. Four gleaming eyes were focused on you, four arms relaxed at his sides.

This man was fascinating, and beautiful; he could easily sway the hearts of humans, bring them to their knees. Too bad you were not human.

“Join me, your Majesty.” Despite the wording, it was a plea. How odd.

“Who are you to ask anything of me?” You blinked slowly. You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, intense, … defensive, lonely. It enticed you, spoke to you in a language you understood all too well. It wasn’t in your nature to deny an honest request.

“Ryomen Sukuna, your Majesty,” he introduced himself. There was a sense of pride in the way he spoke, as if his existence was created, carved out, into the world by his own hands.

Perhaps Ryomen Sukuna would be the cure to your continued boredom.

You stood up from your throne, your figure hardly atrophied as your cursed energy kept you in peak form. The roots and vines retreated into the cave walls, leaving no trace of your royal seat, the chamber empty again for centuries to come.

“Very well.”

Living with Sukuna was hardly boring. Each day, you felt your apathy falling away as you spent time with the King of Curses, until you smiled freely in his presence. The day you realized he softened you to this degree came all too suddenly.

His cruelty to humans who sought to undermine him was but a flimsy curtain of who he truly was. Like a displeased cat, claws exposed, he scratched up those daring to approach him, but with you -

With you he was as playful and borderline affectionate as the tabby you used to feed back in your human days. It warmed your heart, and your cheeks, to feel his eyes on your figure. It made you feel unsteady on your feet. It made you question who was the ruler of the other, who held the power over the other; the power imbalance slowly became a balance - your energy dimmed by the way he could play you like a puppet.

All these feelings weaved together and knotted around your heart, snaring you in a complex web too tight to escape, exposing your throat to him like a delicacy to be gorged upon.

Only if you let him know, that is.

You somehow felt that a man like him wouldn’t settle, and more importantly, he was a man; just another one of the hordes who wanted a demure consort, you could bet. You were not a dainty flower he likely sought; you were a weed - growing strong despite the harshest of conditions, clawing out a place for your existence where there had been none before. The Curse of Curses.

So you buried those feelings like a female buried herself under layers of junihitoe - though you refused to wear that monstrosity despite the latest fashion in Japan, as all the fabric was too heavy for comfort. You made do with the yukata you stole from Sukuna’s wardrobe. It was definitely not because it smelled like him.

You kept away from the humans and the ruling in his Shrine, spending time with Uraume, him, or alone in the gardens - until you could not. He’d left you in charge of his Kingdom when he had business to do.

Human men were deplorable, thinking you were just a weak curse to be manipulated and slandered. You didn’t raise your voice at all, yet it shut everyone up in the hall - save for one local lord thinking himself too mighty to listen. No amount of flattery would have kept him alive after that. A wave of your hand made vines grow out of his guts - burrowing through his flesh as easily as tearing paper apart; sweet-smelling white flowers bloomed from the mess of red-coated plant matter in the middle of the chamber.

You sat in Sukuna’s throne of bones, regal and untouchable.

That was how he found you - presiding over his subjects like the Goddess you were, and bloody Spring sprouted in front of him, rubies glinting upon the stone floors like a grotesque decoration.

At first, he had wanted to study you - the Queen of Curses, the Supreme Sovereign, older than him, wiser, more powerful. Forgotten, yet not forgotten enough for him not to find any sources mentioning your title. He had been curious about you, and then he became curious about the feelings you evoked in him. Your presence in his home converted from an adornment into an emollient to him, smoothing the rough edges and softening the spikes of his defenses against you, yet you remained the centerpiece of his attention, even when you weren’t in his presence. He found himself thinking about you in all his waking moments.

“Everyone, out.”

He could not hide his devotion to you if he tried now - it had grown roots in his soul and fed off of his life-force, yet strengthened it twice as much. His heart was set ablaze every time he laid eyes upon your form, the blood in his veins searing hot, branding him from the inside - a slave to you forevermore.

And so he knelt at your feet, the bottom two of his arms supporting him as he leaned forward, his top pair carefully reaching for your foot and raising it to his face.

The King of Curses kissed your ankle, closing his eyes in silent worship to his Goddess, his World.

“Your Majesty,” he greeted you in a whisper, his lips caressing your skin.

Your eyes grew soft as you studied him, your posture proud but your expression fond. “Sukuna.”

Wet, hot tongue darted out to taste your skin, making you jolt and tear your leg from his grasp with pursed lips. The tabby was particularly impertinent today.

“You have no respect for your Queen, do you?”

“On the contrary, I hold all the respect for you.” His smirk was mischievous, he knew as well as you did neither of you were serious about this. Just a harmless teasing, if a bit skewed.

You used your foot to lightly push against his chest to tip him over onto his back - which he let you do, for he could have as easily resisted. Even falling down, he looked graceful. It made you feel warm inside your ribcage as you pushed a joyous smile down.

Sukuna turned the fall into a backwards roll, ending up on his knees again.

“At least you know your place - on your knees before me…”

“I-” he licked his lips, “I would gladly be on my knees for you all day, Your Majesty.”

Oh? It was your turn to give him a smile full of mischief as he slowly moved back to you. You remained silent.

“Has a cat got your tongue?”

Sukuna shuffled forward on his knees, his top pair of arms resting on the bones of his throne as he came even closer. Palms trailing to your thighs and covering them with his hands - an easy feat with his size.

You could do naught but marvel at the contrast of your limbs and his - each powerful and deadly in their own right, each in a different way. There was no tremor of fear in your muscles, only anticipation, even while he lightly spread your legs to fit his torso between them as you lounged on his throne.

“Let me feast on your nectar.” His voice, smooth like silk, a plea rather than an order, the nuance of his tone telling all you needed to know. He appeared unreadable to others, but he was as exposed and vulnerable as a newborn babe to you at this moment.

Even so, your lips parted in surprise at his request for you didn’t expect him to say it out loud at last. “Forward, aren’t you?”

His carmine eyes - all four of them - focused on yours with an intensity you were only just getting used to with him. Sukuna said nothing as he waited for your response.

The devil didn’t bargain, after all.

“Very well… Show me how you would worship your Queen, my King.”

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threezzyo · 2 months

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 *.⊹˚𐀔

choso liked having matching hair with you. since he started dating you, he realized how healthy his hair became. was it the coconut oil or all the curry leaves you liked putting in his food to take to university?

"stay still, cho." you say, pulling his hair back in a ponytail.

"i ammm." he whines, his head being jerked back as you agressively massage the oil into his hair.

it’s like your mom used to oil your hair- yanking and pulling. you slick his hair back into a tight ponytail.

“so pretty.” you grin, handing him a mirror.

he stares back, seeing a shiny, raven haired, egg.

“baby-“ he starts.

you cut him off. “no. you look cute.” you fawn over him, kissing his cheeks.

“you’re gonna give me a receding hairline by how tight you tied this ponytail.” he grumbles.

“it’s a clean hairstyle. you’ll thank me for your long luscious locks later on, baby.” you giggle.

“it better be worth this headache.” choso grimaces. “i love you.”

you beam, kissing the corner of his mouth. “i love you too.”

#༝༚༝༚ indy #𐦍༘⋆indiwrites!#desi reader #choso kamo #kamo choso #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #jjk choso #gn reader #(ish)#choso x gn reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jjk #jjk choso kamo

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rainyyy-dayysss · 6 months

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What if the reason we get so attached to fictional characters is because they were supposed to be our soulmates, but we were born in different universes

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itz-stus · 1 year

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My aunt was applying mehendi on my hand and I thought, "hey how would gojo react if his partner applied mehendi with his name or symbols that refer to him???"

Oh thank you for this request I honestly love the art of Mehndi and absolutely adore the smell of it as wellll. Literally enjoyed writing this so much.

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Those Hands

Oh my, Satoru firstly would be so intrigued with such beautiful designs on your hand

He would for sure like to kiss your hands and compliment you

Seeing this will just stroke his ego even more

Don't forget after this there is no going back he will kiss your hand every day till your mehndi is there

Would be a pain in the ass always trying to get his hands all over you, You in a meeting...well that can wait your beautiful husband needs attention

At night when you two were cuddling he wraps his arms around you playing with your hands and looking at the patterns on your mehndi

It just feels so domestic as you tell him about your day with your aunt as he traces the designs slightly massaging your hand

Until he came across a certain design on the corner of his palm they were a collage of things, it started from a lotus and went up to a beautiful ocean there was a mochi box and a detailed design of an eye which was just filled with a blue (Those colored mehndi's if you're aware of them). As the design ended with his initials at S.G at the end in cursive

Would say something like "Aww look how much you love your most handsome, wonderful, and strongest husband"

If you feel like cuddling this mf will not let you keep your hands anywhere if they are not intertwining with his hands or just warping around him. There is no other option

He would take pictures of them and show them off to his students, Nanami, Shoko, a stranger you name it. He will tell about this n number of times until the person gets so annoyed and feels literally so single

He thinks of this as a badge of honor, like those love bites you make for marking territory to him it's like that but in a much more passionate and meaningful way rather than just lust and love

If you have like little doodles on your arm which indicate your journey with this man-child he would melt. He loves it absolutely will adore this to not end

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sugurufic · 1 month

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desi girls (or not) of the fandom how do we feel about a soty (2012) being made into a satosuguxreader fic? basically geto being abhi(the scholarship kid) and gojo being rohan(the trust fund kid) and reader being shanaya (the pretty rich girl and rohan's gf)

#gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x reader #desi girls of the fandom please

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 3 months

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Toying with the idea of Nanami dating a Desi reader and all the ridiculous antics that are associated with dating her.

Yes he will come pick you up a block away from your house because if he picks you up at your house, your parents will go haywire.

Yes, he will have to take you to the other mall across town because you have too many relatives who will spot you if you go to the one closest to you both.

Yes, he will respect that even though you eat chicken, you can't do so on holy days or when you did pooja so he'll have something vegetarian for you on hand.

Yes, he will accept you constantly looking left and right to make sure that some far relative or a friend of the family isn't nearby.

Yes he will accept that Saturdays are 'oiling' days and you can't make plans till after noon.

And yes he will accept that even though you've been dating for a while, your family doesn't know a damn thing. We've experienced both relationships and heartbreak all while living under our parents' roof without them ever catching on.

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#nanami kento #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk imagines #Nanami x Desi reader #desi reader #desi problems #desi jjk

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getosbf · 1 year

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Jujutsu kaisen is just some rich elderly men trying to put 20 fingers in a 16 year old

#id say they're doing pretty well since hes got like 14 inside him already #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu yuji #desi jjk

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browngurl99 · 5 months

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I think I understand why Jogo set Nanami on fire

Because Nanami is a patakha ;)

(Patakha literally means firecracker in Hindi. But it is also used as a slang to refer to an attractive looking person)

#I'M EXTREMELY SORRY #this is so fucking stupid omg #nanami kento #jjk spoilers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #desi jjk

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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i was thinking about which man in jjk would be open to date south asians, and why is it geto suguru. bc out of them all, i think he’s more open to dating other people from diff cultures. but my focus is on south asians, and who’d be open to date them? Suguru.

i think he’d be able to handle the language barriers and the cultural differences. i can imagine him asking “why do you do this /that? why do you celebrate so and so?” also when meeting your parents, he’d def touch their feet, get their blessings. and whenever you talk on the phone to your parents, in your native tongue, he’d eavesdrop to know how you sound. he’d love to listen to you speak in your native tongue, talk to him in that. he listens intently, picks up small niche things you do (i can imagine him going to the temples with you and asking things) when he learns abt anklets, he’d put them on for you (would love to hear them jiggle softly, when your ankles on his shoulder)

(another person, i think that would be open to dating outside his culture would be nanami, toji would hesitate 💀 gojo would love a challenge, so he’d try)

#id love to write hcs for geto x desi reader #i’d love to hear some opinions!#jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #getou suguru x y/n #desiblr

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bobateababe · 7 days

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✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. going to a relatives wedding south asian ver. - w/Sukuna .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

pairing: Sukuna x desi reader

Sukuna hasn't been to a lot of weddings, so the amount of confusion on his face is almost laughable when he sees how excited you are for your cousin's wedding.

However, he adores the way your eyes light up and how excited you get when you explain to him that desi weddings are filled with dancing and food and lots of people!

Sukuna's eyes go full blown with astonishment as you stride out of your room, wearing a red lehenga adorned with a garland in your hair and beautiful gold bangles clinking at your wrists. He can't help but lean back and stare at you, a faint smirk playing on his face as you brush by him; rushing to get your sandals.

He grabs you by the waist, holding you firmly as you walk past him. He whispers in your ear "Look at you, my darling girl..dressed like the Queen she is." His arms trail down to your wrists and he grasps them "You look as if you were made to sit on a throne" he purrs, slowly lowering yourself on his lap.

"-S-sukh" you managed to choke out your affectionate nickname for him. "I-i need my shoes.."

"Sweet girl" he murmurs. He grabs your face from behind, squeezing your cheeks and making your lips pucker. "The princess needs her shoes does she?" "Actually" you answer him, smirking slightly while looking deep into his eyes. "The Queen demands that her King put her shoes on for her." He laughs loudly, finding your demands amusing, adorable almost. Notheless, he obeys; kissing your henna covered hand and looking up at you. "Very well my queen"

The two of you arrive at your cousin's wedding, around the time of the reception. Sukuna decided to wear a red kurta as he said, "It would only be right to match with my queen." making you scoff yet blush at his act. Dark kajal surrounds his eyes complementing his magnificent dark red irises.

The reception lasts late into the night. Sukuna tastes Indian food for the first time, which he actually loves! He loves the spicy taste, not a single boring feeling on his tongue.

You force Sukuna to try gulab jamun. Begging and tugging at his sleeve. "Please 'kuna! Please it's so yummy!" you look up at him, batting your eyes, and looking at him with desperation; trying every trick in the book to make your boyfriend try the sticky sweet.

You bring the spoon to his lips, the sticky residue slightly coating his lips. He brings his mouth over the spoon, not breaking eye contact with you as he licks the sticky honey from his lips. "It tastes just like you" he breathed.

You smacked his shoulder for saying that, as a group of aunties were sitting right behind you.

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The moment finally comes, when they finally announce that it's the time to dance! You whoop and cheer along with the others as hoards of your cousins, uncles and aunties all rush to the dance floor.

You drag Sukuna to the floor with you. Laughing and giggling as your favorite song starts to play. "Dance with me!" you shout over the noise. "aao naachen!"

It gets messy real fast. Your shoes are kicked off in some random area, your dupata slid off your neck a while ago and pooled to the floor. You can feel Sukuna's firm hands on your hips as you move them up and down. His eyes watch intently as you spin around him, your red lehenga flowing just grazing your ankles, as your feet move in perfect coordination with your body.

To Sukuna, you looked just like a flower in the wind. Delicate, yet fierce and swaying with the wind. He turned his body to watch you spin, watching the pure bliss on your face and the excitement that came with it.

He grabbed you hand suddenly, disrupting your spin and causing you to be thrown into his chest as he caught you by the small of your back. "You really are a Queen my sweet girl." he whispered. His arms snake around your waist and pull you closer.

"Hmm am I now?" you smirked and slowly started to sway with him. "mm, not only that but a little minx too" he muttered, kissing your neck making you shiver in response. "You love it though." you retort, circling your arms around his shoulders playing with the back of his hair. He throws his head back, chuckling lightly. "You know I do."

sry ya'll I know that was really long but honestly I was debating if I should write a story or do more head cannons. (I'll probably do a poll abt it). constructive criticism is always welcome in the comments, i love to hear about ways to improve my writing!

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#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk ryomen #ryomen sukuna #indian reader #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #south asian #indian #desi tumblr #more south asian rep. pls!

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