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kenjakusbraincum · 5 months

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can you pls write something about reader being sick and like not the cough and cold kind of sick- like really really sick, and sukuna realising how much he doesn't want to lose her to this sickness and how if she dies, he'll be alone again..🥺

You have NO idea how much I love this idea!!! I did go a bit overboard with it cause I love suffering though 👍 Still, this was SO much fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Sukuna x Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Tags/warnings: gn! reader, true form! sukuna, master/pet dynamic, fluff but most importantly ANGST, mentions of weight loss, mentions of violence, implied nsfw, reader dies in the end :( (sorry)

It's not the first time Sukuna has been made aware of your mortality. He recalls many instances when he's been reminded that you are human. Finite. The first time he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed with calculation while you were laying under him, and you looked up at him in fear for your life. Your little hand couldn't even wrap around his wrist, much less provide resistance. Or when he'd pull your hair a little too roughly, and hear a crack in your delicate spine. When you'd get sick, and humbly refuse his healing. So little as a tummy ache had you writhing on your bed.

You are so weak, so small, clinging to life like there was anything for you in it, beyond Sukuna. By all means he hates all of these things. So what witchery is this, and why does he care about you so much? Why does he keep you for years, and why does your company bring him comfort he hasn't ever known in his lifetime?

Still, as much as he cares, he doesn't notice when it starts. He's trained you to tolerate pain, after all. It's no wonder you hesitate to tell him. Little things like tummyaches and colds occur to you all the time anyways, and you never complain. Sure, you've grown closer to Sukuna, but he was still your master, and the rules he instilled in you from the start were always fresh in your mind, not to be crossed. Bothering him with everything that feels off always seemed inappropriate.

And Sukuna is just like that. If you're not screaming or crying, he won't know you're in pain. But he notices that you're acting off. And how he reacts really doesn't help your case, or encourage you to speak up about your condition. ''I don't have all day. What is wrong with you?'', he sneers when he catches you pacing too far behind him.

So you just sleep longer and preserve energy for when you are with him. You don't skip around as much anymore, or spend time doing your hobbies. Food doesn't taste so great anymore. You have a cough that gives you sleepless nights because it just won't calm down. And the time you owe Sukuna starts to feel like an obligation. You start to dread it. Dread slipping up, dread annoying him or failing to satisfy him. Dread being disposable.

When things start getting worse, it's hard to hide it even from him. He was taking you from behind one night, and you were grateful he couldn't see the look on your face. You thought you could do it. Sukuna was always demanding, but he would never force you to do anything. If only you told him before you felt yourself struggling for air, and your chest closing in on itself in tightness. You reached one hand back, frantically grabbing his wrist.

''Feathers, feathers!'', words came out as gasps, and you slumped forward when he let you go. You were panicked and crying by then, this kind of discomfort being foreign even to you, even after weeks of pain behind you. He hovered next to you with a puzzled look on his face. He wasn't even being that rough.

''What's wrong? Tell me.'', he said, and reached his hand to feel the warmth of your tears streaming down your face. He swiped your cheek gently. He didn't seem mad at all. Why didn't you say anything from the start?

''I just feel so sick.'', you muster up in between sobs, and shut your eyes. You were too embarrassed to even look at him.

''I see.''. His hand leaves your face, and he traces it from your neck down your spine. The pain subsided slowly, allowing you to relax and find comfort in his arms.

But the effects of his healing were short lived. Just a week later the feeling of fatigue creeps back into your life. Manageable, but lingering. And the cough persists. And it gets on Sukuna's nerves too. He's been quite patient with you, but his patience was reaching it's limit.

You're sitting by his throne as you often do, and as hard as you try to hold the cough in, you just can't help it. His hand finds the back of your neck and squeezes, turning you to him. And he looks at you with all four, terrifying eyes. ''Can you shut up?''

''I'm sorry, I'm trying -'', you stutter, but just end up coughing more. He doesn't wait for you to stop.

''Get out of here.'', and pushes you away. You stumble down the pile of bones and fall, landing on your hands and knees. You don't remember him being this cruel to you in a long time. You look back at him with teary eyes, and he looks back like the merciless monster he is. The villagers awaiting him moved to make space for your fall, taking note of the tense situation.

That day, Sukuna sends word that he doesn't want to see you until you get better. You're forbidden from going outside again, in fear that that is making your 'cold' worse. It's a lonely week in your room, until Sukuna starts to crave you again. It didn't take him a while, counting the couple days he spent convincing himself he doesn't miss you. He does. So when he sends word for you again, and the servants come back to him saying you're still not feeling well... he's worried. So worried he comes to see it for himself.

Sukuna rarely comes to your room. It's the only space you have for yourself, and he doesn't want to take that away from you. Your room is modest. You have a bed, a carpet, and a couple shelves to house the books he's gifted you. There's a desk where you can eat and read, and a doorway to the garden. There's an empty glass of water and a napkin next to your bed. You're still sleeping, but the door shutting behind him wakes you up, so he doesn't get to enjoy observing you in your natural habitat for long.

It's not the first time doors opening and closing woke you up. But you know this time is different. The servants are always quickly shuffling around the room, cleaning up and moving around. Uraume clanks with plates. There is no noise now, other than your strained breathing and a cough brewing in the back of your throat. Besides, the aura that Sukuna brings with him everywhere he goes is recognizable. Especially to you. Heavy.

You turn around, and meet the gaze of his four eyes. ''Master...'', you struggle to sit up, and even a little action like that has spots forming in your vision. Then a coughing fit hits you. You pick up the napkin and put it to your mouth.

Sukuna sees your whole body strain with the effort of coughing. And when you call him master, even your voice sounds different. He knows your morning voice. He missed hearing it, but this... this is not it. You sit with your head hung low, staring at the napkin between your hands. There's a fresh splatter of blood on it. But Sukuna scares you more than the progression of your illness.

''Are you mad at me?'', you ask timidly, meeting his gaze.

''I'm concerned.", he says and sits next to you. You curl up to make space for him. "Two weeks is a long time for a frail human like you to be sick.", he looks at you, scanning your form up and down.

"I rested and drank every tea Uraume told me to!", your defense mechanism kicks in, and you start babbling.

Sukuna dismisses you with a hand and a pained facial expression. "I know.", he says. His brows are furrowed now, and he's looking at the ground, lost in thought.

You feel guilty for annoying him again. You feel guilty for the whole thing, getting sick, draining the energy it takes him to heal you, robbing him of the time with you that he deserves. Owns. He is very generous with the way he treats you, having all that in mind.

You tug on his sleeve. "I'm sorry, Master... You deserve better.", and you're sobbing again. Sukuna gives you a pathetic look, but smiles as he pulls you into his embrace.

"Silly pet. I can survive a couple weeks without your assistance.", he says, rubbing your shoulder.

You run your fingers against the back of his hand mindlessly, not knowing how to respond. Caressing his knuckles, bones, veins... feeling his nails and their sharp tips against your sensitive skin. When you bring his palm up to your lips, your kiss stains it red with blood.

You still sleep with Sukuna sometimes. Less frequently, only on days when you feel well enough, and those are rare. You've lost weight by now, sickness making itself visible on your body. You're sitting on his lap and clinging to your robes, scared that he won't like you as much, that you won't live up to his standards. But Sukuna's demeanor about your illness has changed, as he seemed to sense something unusual about it. He flips you over so gently, like you're made of glass, and peppers kisses from your neck downwards, slowly undressing you as much as you allow him. When he takes you, he's so careful. Constantly checking you're comfortable and enjoying yourself. You feel so loved and relaxed, and pleasure comes so easy when you're in this state. It's not the first time Sukuna is this caring with you in bed, but this time is different. This time you can't help but feel like he's saying goodbye.

He holds you afterwards, tracing his fingers over the ridges of your spine and your shoulders. You were always little in his grasp, but now that he feels your protruding bones under his fingertips, you seem all the more vulnerable.

"Will you kill me?", you ask, breaking the silence.

Sukuna frowns. "Nonsense. Why would I do that?"

There's a gulp in your throat. "It won't be long before I can't even do this. I won't be of any use to you then...", you say.

"Stop.", he says sternly. "There's a lot more to you than what you provide me with in bed."

You smile to yourself, but there's still a hole in your chest. Your statement is still true, and you aren't comforted. But this is Sukuna, and you know that he's offered you quite a lot even with that little bit of reassurance. To your surprise, he speaks again.

"Don't upset yourself. It's been a long time since killing you crossed my mind.", he says. "Save the energy for something else."

You nod and thank him. Just moments later, you're asleep. Quicker than ever before, he notes. You usually love it when he lets you cuddle and talk to him. You would force your eyes open when you were sleepy, just to enjoy it longer.

He feels guilty. He's your master, he's responsible for your well being. Yet nothing he does seems to help you long term. Healing you is temporary and he knows that without accessing the source, it will never work. If he could, he would find what was making you sick and rip it out of you with his bare hands, crush it with the force of his palm. He would have to look deeper, open you, and for once, he thinks he can't open a human being. He thinks of you trashing, screaming, and worst of all, looking into his eyes. Just the thought of you like that makes his chest feel like a gaping cavity. Worst of all, he's sure you would let him. He's sure you would forgive him for spilling your blood, and find comfort in his arms again. If you survived, that is. What has he done to you? And to himself?

Now, your head rests on his chest, and you're snoring lightly. For once, a repetitive noise like that doesn't annoy him. For once, he wishes he could listen to it every night. One day, that noise will be the only thing audibly confirming you're still alive.

Months pass and you're only getting worse. You barely leave your room now, too weak to even do so. You eat little, and it's showing in your sunken cheeks and eyes. You feel yourself withering away, loosing color, drying like a dying flower. Sukuna is in grief. He struggles to look at you, and visiting you falls heavy on him every time. He always finds himself thinking afterwards. Regretting that he let himself get this attached, wishing that he could simply forget you. But it doesn't work that way.

He goes to see you, after avoiding you for a week. He's Sukuna, he doesn't have any shame. You're sleeping, like you usually are when he comes to visit you. Your snoring is laboured, and it sounds painful. This time, the doors and the silence don't wake you up. He watches you, curled up under a stack of blankets, rising and falling with your struggles to breathe. How foolish he was, to think forgetting you would be as easy as avoiding you for days. How evil he was, trying to forget you while you are still alive under his wing, still his responsibility. Still his.

He sits next to you and leans over you, fingertips ghosting over your face. The snoring stops and you flutter your eyes open, turning in bed and feeling his body next to yours. You smirk at him, eyes adjusting to the light, and smile when you recognize him. ''Master.'', your arms wrap around his neck as you welcome him, your voice dry, but lively as you beckon him closer. ''I missed you.''.

He comes down to plant a kiss to your forehead. ''I missed you too, darling.''. Oh, the things that escape his mouth when he's alone with you. He cups your face, enjoying how much healthier you look with a smile on your face. ''Feeling any better?'', he rubs your cheek, lingering closely above your face.

You nod, but both of you know you only feel better because you saw him. Still, the little surge of happiness that brings you gives you more energy than you've had the whole week. You wiggle to the edge of the bed, making space and inviting him to join you. Sukuna lies down, hooking one arm underneath your neck and pulling you flush against him.

You wrap your arm around him and lean your head against his shoulder. He's still as big as you remember him, unfaltering in the face of your illness. It's comforting. ''You didn't visit in a while. Were you busy?'', you ask, stroking his back. ''How were your days?''

''Monotone.'', he says. ''The villagers bring remedies for you every day, and wish for you to get well.'' It's no wonder. So many times, Sukuna found himself hesitating to kill just because you were sitting on his knee, dressed in something too pretty to be splattered with blood. In the local villages, word spread that you have ''domesticated'' Sukuna. As if such a thing was possible. Or was it?

''Oh?'', you smile. ''I didn't think they would notice my absence.''. You always were supposed to be Sukuna's accessory and nothing more. Remedies and good wishes make it sound like you're more important than just a pet. So it really is that obvious...

''They did.'', he says, and lowers his head, brushing his nose against your face. ''Some took that as an opportunity to gift me new pets.''

You blink at him, a bit taken aback by his honesty. You keep smiling anyways. ''Did you take any?'', you ask, and he sees nothing but genuine curiosity in your eyes. The truth is, you've had a lot of time to think about your place in Sukuna's mansion. You knew, especially in sickness, that you were never entitled to exclusivity with him. You knew that at some point you would have to be replaced, just by the virtue of being a mortal. A human, who would age and become ugly, wrinkled and useless. You were just unlucky enough to meet this fate sooner than you should've.

Sukuna sighs, the weight of the conversation shifting to him. ''Not to bed, no.'', he says.

You're quiet while you think of what to say. You still have a habit of picking words when you're with Sukuna, but the times when he would punish you for improper formulation are far behind you. "Why not?", you settle. You hope the implication is there, that you wouldn't be so mad even if he did.

Why not? Because he thinks it might break him. Because the image of someone else in your place, under him, feels unnatural and wrong. He thinks the guilt might eat him alive. For once in centuries, someone else's needs come before Sukuna's. He is gone, so far gone. You've raised his standards, and he's not sure anyone he takes now will be able to live up to them. Besides, training a new pet to fit your mold would take years, and even then... He couldn't train someone to love him. Not like you do.

''I wouldn't want you to hold back because of me.'', you say, and he realizes he's been quiet for too long. Years ago, if you dared to imply that Sukuna would do such a thing as hold back because of you, that he cared, you would've been minced meat ready for dinner. Now, he looks down at you tenderly when you say it. Well, a tender look from Sukuna is a docile one. You've gotten used to the way that Sukuna communicates love. Subtly, innocuously.

''Worry about getting well, pet.'', he shuts down the conversation, and moves away from you, sitting back on the bed. ''Any wishes? Food? Activities?'', he asks, and feels your forehead with the back of his hand.

Food? No, but... ''I'd like you to stay, please.'', you say, and take his hand with the two of yours, feeling it up with your thumbs.

Sukuna resists the urge to roll his eyes, knowing the thought of annoying him would upset you greatly. ''That's a given. Anything else?''

You pretend to think, then just babble your favorite food. Sukuna takes your order to Uraume. But when he comes back, you're already asleep again. He waits by your side, but you don't wake, so eventually he leaves. By the evening, the plate of your favorite food remains untouched.

You can't leave the bed on your own anymore. Sukuna carries you outside when you're feeling good enough. You barely have the strength to latch onto him securely. Still, it's hard to slip out of the grasp of his four arms. He says you've gotten pale. You lay in his lap and bask in the sun, while he tells you about his day or reads a book out loud for you to enjoy. You wish you could talk to him more, but your voice leaves you as days of endless coughing wreck your throat. No herbs and teas ease your condition anymore. You wait for your final day.

And Sukuna doesn't know when he's given up on the idea that you might get better. But he starts spending whole days with you, leaving your side only to sleep in his bed. He tends to almost all your needs personally. You think that if you asked him to get on his knees for you, he would. He is not familiar with this ache that brews in his chest when he looks to his side and doesn't see you there. It feels violating. To be as powerful as he is, and yet completely helpless in the face of the sickness that drains you in front of his very eyes.

He plays with your thinning hair one morning, and you look at him from his lap, as adoringly as always. ''Isn't it funny?.'', you say, and he snaps out of his thoughts to look at you. ''I always imagined dying by your hand.'', you kiss his hand again, planting your dry, blue lips against his knuckles. ''Who would have thought?''.

You, you little human. You made him feel like a fool, like a coward. You made him feel powerless. Who could ever get away unscathed with making Sukuna feel like this? The thought of killing you now, even out of mercy, fills him with horror. He thinks he couldn't live carrying the burden of your death on his back. It's already hard for him as is.

When he's not with you, he withers away in his room, waiting. And when the servants finally come, and tell him you're at your last strengths, he feels as tense as he feels relieved. The servants shake in fear of his reaction, and he simply dismisses them. In a thousand years of his existence, he doesn't remember having to prepare to enter a room. His hand trembles as he brings it up to push the door open. He dreads what awaits him inside.

He expected blood, hysteria, chaos, yet there's none of it when he walks in. Just the pained noises of your breathing. A servant, your favorite, sits by your side and wipes sweat off your forehead. She talks to you in a comforting tone and pats your head gently. When he walks in the room, she lowers her head and moves to leave. It's only a second, but he sees the sad look on your face. ''Stay.'', he orders, and the servant bows and thanks him.

You move your attention to him, raising your hand to greet him weakly. He picks it up and bends down to kiss it. There's tears in your eyes as he settles into a seat next to you, and you open your mouth in an attempt to say something.

''Easy now.'', he shushes you, and helps you into his lap. You lean back, looking at him through a blur. His features appear even more doubled through the tears, and you still find his beauty mesmerizing. Your master. Your own little god and protector. Although he regrets it, you've never claimed the title of his spouse. Yet, he still stuck by your side, until parted by death. In sickness and in health.

He wipes your tears, and the mouth he conjures onto his hand kisses your forehead. One set of his hands caresses your face, the other massages the tension out of your bony shoulders. Sukuna knows how important it is for you to pass in peace. He doesn't want to curse you, or have despair turn you into a curse. "Relax now.", his voice is so soothing, as if lulling you to sleep. "It won't be long". You weep. What did an ordinary human like you do to deserve this honor? To be comforted on their death bed by a god. To be guided to death by him.

"Master.", you sob. "I'm so scared..."

Delicate touch against your skin. Sharp nails grazing your cheek ever so slightly, just barely enough to make their presence known. "Have no fear.", Sukuna looms over you like a snowdrop. "Where you go now, pain won't follow.". You speak to him a little longer. Tell him all the things you always wanted to tell him, but were scared of the consequences. Dangerous words, ones that were rarely associated with Sukuna. Love. And Sukuna is attentive, so human. Your blinking slows and you find comfort in his voice, as he returns every loving word back to you. Your pained breathing follows, and your eyelids are so heavy. But the sight of him is so hypnotizing, you wish you never had to look away. "You are so brave, my little dove. Go now, be free.". You were too good for this wretched palace anyways. The sight of him is etched in your memory as you close your eyes. "It was a pleasure to have you by my side.", you listen, feeling control over your body slip through your fingers. When you can't move, or feel his touch, you still hear his calm voice. "When you're ready, come back to me. I'll be waiting for your return.". Then everything is quiet, for you and for him. The servants cries are muffled by the sheets, where she has her head pressed by your side.

The hallways, silent except for the busy tapping of feet. Outside, the wind blows petals off of blooming flowers, leaving them bare and stranded. Autumn is here to carry you away.

Servants hold their breath when Sukuna walks by. One wrong look at him and the walls would be painted red. Just like before. Before you. And it's not long before Sukuna looks like a monster again - red eyes and a permanent frown etched on his face. Villagers bring bouquets, and lay them to the right of his throne, where you used to sit. He stares them all down, and only for a moment thinks that maybe, humans are not the scum he thought they were. But then he remembers, they only mourn you because you held him back from his destructive tendencies. Scum.

And he kills again. The first is a villager from afar, where news of your passing hasn't reached. Ripped to shreds for mentioning you. The women who screamed, their blood soaks the carpets and seeps through the wooden floor, dripping down to the cellars. He feels like himself again, unhinged, unbeatable.

Until the day is over, and he goes back to his empty room. His cold, empty bed, and the old habit of reaching for you in his sleep, only to grab nothing instead. And the crocheted figures of the two of you on his nightstand, watching him as he struggles to sleep alone. He can't bear it. So he leaves, and doesn't come back for days, weeks, months.

Smoke clouds the skies on the horizon once again, after years and years of peace and clarity. As far as the eye stretches, the world will know of Sukuna's wrath. But as thrilling as it feels to conquer again, when the village is burned and ash covers the grass on the ground, the thought of you still lingers. Your devastated eyes the first time he's killed before you. The first time he's felt guilty about his monstrous nature. When he comes back, no one's warm embrace awaits him. No one's there to brighten up his day. No amount of blood shed and villages burned replace the emptiness you left behind in his heart.

The grief settles, and sits heavy in Sukuna's chest, as he assumes position in his lonely throne again, and gazes at the row of people waiting to beg, talk, offer... bore him. Another eternity of boredom. An eternity of picking through thousands of humans, in vain hopes of finding you again. In vain hopes of recognizing you, even if it's lifetimes from now, when the last memory of your face has already faded from his mind. When generations change, and the thought of a monster like Sukuna being capable of tenderness vanishes. When the fire in his chest, ignited by love, is already a memory so distant, that recalling it feels surreal.

Maybe he will forget you by then. Maybe times will harden him again, and the idea of a pet becoming his lover will make him laugh. But for now, the thought of finding you in a crowd, taking you in his arms and never letting go, is his comfort and safe place. For now, he will wait for you. As long as it takes, like a stone, unyielding against the passing of time.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #sukuna angst #sukuna #soft sukuna #i love bastardizing sukuna in my fics #also this is totally leading me into a part 2 w reincarnated reader #yes weve heard it a thousand times #idc it makes me happy

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skunaskitten · 2 years

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Spider Lilies for the King

Paring: true form sukuna x female reader

Warning: blood, death, sexy time NSFW, mild threats and choking, tummy mouth licking,

Summary: You wanted to do something nice and bring a gift to sukuna. Giving the king a flower and making his heart ache at your kindness. He will definitely pay you back for bringing a gift.

You have always been curious of the unknown and ever since these curses had appeared and started terrorizing the world around you, it just made everything more interesting. For some reason fear had never set in you and always put up a fight when something was bothering you. When your town would get attacked by these creatures of curses you always ran out of your home to study them and watch them with a close eye. You wondered why they were so angry or if they were just doing it for the fun of it. Seeing them eat people or rip them apart never frightened you, it made you think of animals in the wild and how they would attack. This was the new world now living with curses; we just had to deal with it.

Though there had been rumors of a four armed beast of a curse that would go around destroying and burning villages then pick out the best women it deemed worthy for the taking. You wondered if you would ever meet that beast just to see what it was like and the world just so happened to answer you. Finding out this beast wasn’t as monstrous as you thought it to look like compared to the other curses you have seen. He was interesting and beautiful, of course you feared him because you were not sure how he was going to be.

Your meeting with this so-called king was not on the best of terms. Not the greatest first meet up with a curse. The village you lived in was in fear for the king of curses to come and kill everyone so they made up their minds to send a sacrifice to him. That sacrifice was you, they saw you as a traitor and a curse lover cause you were so interested in them. They dragged you out of your home and beat you, tying up your arms as you tried to fight them off then carried straight to the king himself. When you saw the king your heart raced and began to breathe heavily. The villagers threw you to the ground in front of the curse calling you out on your love for curses as one villager hit you in the face. The king did not appreciate them abusing and damaging his new toy with one raise of two fingers, the villagers were all dead sliced in half. Some of their blood covered you as you looked at the curse. He leaned down to your level raising up one of his arms and grabbed the bottom of your chin to look at him.

“Hello sweetheart. I am the king of curses Ryomen Sukuna. You can just call me Sukuna.”

That happened almost two months ago and you were still alive with him, sukuna the king and you stayed by his side. With you always being at his side he came to know you more of what kind of human you are. Sukuna started to grow a strange feeling for you, a feeling that he did not know what it could be. He also did not want you to go anywhere else but you right next to him. Even when you both were sleeping he pulled you close to him snuggling you with his four arms. But he had never said a thing about the feelings cause it never happened before so he did not know what to do with you.

You gave your body to him many times when he wanted it, and you accepted because you just needed to feel his cock plunge into you while screaming his name. Soon you developed more strong feelings for the king but were saddened at the thought of him not feeling the same as you do. But what did you expect? He is a curse they didn’t have feelings towards humans. Though part of you wished, he did tell you that he was once human but that was all he said nothing more about himself other than a few things here and there. The longer you spent with him the more things he shared, and the more sex you both had. For some reason ever since you came into his home he never went out to find another woman to have fun with, he stayed with you. It melted your heart because this had let you know that you had a place settled in his heart.

Sukuna never liked you stepping outside the gates that surrounded his shrine unless you had a guard traveling with you to protect you. But on a day like this you were bored when he went out to go handle curse king things while you stayed. With no guards hovering around you this lets you be a little free to roam around without being constantly watched and them breathing down your neck. You stepped quietly outside the gates looking around then snuck off, slipping through the opening and started to walk. Making your way to a field of flowers way past the grass field in front of the shrine to the point you were out of sight. Hopefully you went back in time before he comes back realizing your absence, who knows what he would do to you. Your eyes gazed at all the colors of the wild flowers that bloomed, a very pretty sight wishing sukuna was here to see the flowers with you.

You wanted to do something special for the king. So you started picking flowers in a bundle of various colors, just to show your kindness and do something out of the ordinary for sukuna. He only ever gets harsh words and nothing but blood shed with screams and fear of his name but you say his name with a sweet sound. You never noticed or knew but he enjoyed and liked the way your voice says his name no matter the situation. Looking at the flowers in your hands it didn’t seem like it was to your liking, something was missing from it. You scanned the field till you saw ruby colors of spider lilies that caught your eye. Those are perfect for the king, such a beautiful color just fit only for him. Making your way over to them getting further in the field and more away from your home, you started to feel eyes on you like being stalked.

You ignored it for the most part and started to pick the lilies getting enough into your hand just as you reached to get the last one a ball of flames burned the ones in front of you. Stepping back with a yelp and a panic set through you. When you heard yelling you looked to see people running at you. “Get her! Kill her!” They yelled and you took off running back to the shrine feeling your heart race and smashed your way through the flowers still holding onto the lilies in your hand. Tears filled your eyes in fear for your life like you never felt before even being around sukuna you felt safe. “Sukuna!” You cried out yelling his name with all the air you had desperate to call out to him hoping he was around to hear.

Just as you got closer to see your home a pain shot up your leg, an arrow had grazed your skin causing you to trip and land on the ground scraping your hands as well. The lilies fell from your hands as you cried out loud, “Sukuna!” You turned to see the men come after you. Shielding your face away thinking this was the last of your life, crying just wanting to be with your king in his arms to be safe with him. Then hearing heavy footsteps running up and jumping over you as you looked to see the king. His back to you and four arms raised, standing tall and fierce between you and the men. Sukuna protecting what was his, he instantly killed them all leaving the grass stand with their blood. He turned as you looked to see the anger in his eyes but he said nothing and didn’t even help you up leaving you there as he walked away ordering one of the guards to bring you.

Holding your head down in shame for disobeying him then quickly picked up one of the lilies and tucked it into your kimono as you got picked up and carried back to the shrine. The whole time it was quiet sukuna didn’t even come check on you right away while you sat on the bed waiting for him. Your eyes still held tears staring at the floor thinking of how bad he was going to react. Soon he walked in with an angry stride over you not raising your head to him, you could feel the rage coming off him. “Care to explain why you disobeyed my orders.” Sukuna’s voice low deep and deadly as you sat there not saying a word, not even looking at him. He growled then grabbed your neck forcing you to stare up at him towering over your body as you grabbed his wrist with both hands pleading with your eyes to not hurt you. “Answer me when I speak to you. Why the fuck were you out there!” He yelled as your eyes filled with tears and tightened your grip on his wrist. “I..i am sorry sukuna.” “I do not take sorries darling. Maybe I should just get rid of you if you are going to disobey me. Then I won’t have to deal with you any more. I can find others to please me.”

Your lip quivered at the thought and his words. You didn't want to go, you don't want to leave him. “Sukuna. No please. I don't want to leave you. I love it here, with you. I am sorry. I was getting something.” He let go of your neck and said “what?!” You didn’t look at him, instead you took his hand turning it palm up and took out the spider lily then placed it into his hand. Sukuna looked at it and his eyes widened. Spider lilies were one of his favorite flowers but he questioned why bring it to him? “Why do you have this?” Still with tears in your eyes as they fell down not even looking at him. “I know they are your favorite. I saw them when I was picking flowers. You deserved something kind instead of receiving nothing but hatred all the time. I just wanted to give you something nice. I am sorry. Please don't send me away. I want to be with you.”

Sukuna watched you look up to him with tears as he held the flower looking to it then back to you. He never had anyone in his home bring him a gift. Other than people giving him things to want something in return. But you were just doing this out of your heart and wanted nothing but to be here with him. He raised up a hand seeing you shut your eyes tight and turn your face slightly as if he was going to hit you, which made his chest tighten. Sukuna never laid a hand on you that way. You may have seen him do that to unworthy people, but never on you. It hurt him to see you think he would. His hand softly pressed to your cheek as the other two held your hip and he crouched down to the floor to look up at you. “You do not need to go out there to bring me this and risk your life brat.”

You nuzzled into his hand looking at him saying, “but I wanted to make you happy, and see you smile.” Sukuna wiped your tears away as he looked down to your leg and hands that were still wounded. “I would rather have you safe with me than to be killed over something so useless that will just wither and die. You can not be replaced once you're gone. let me heal you.” Sukuna sat on the bed then laid you back to place one hand to your wounded leg while two held your hands healing them with such warmth and his last hand still holding the spider lily.

“Do you love it here, with me?” You looked at him with a smile running your hands up his arms closest to you and nodded in response. "I don't not want to be anywhere else." He looked away for a moment, his hands still lingering on your body, his mind thinking of what if you were not around. But his thoughts were quickly cut off when he felt you sit up then crawl over to him. Sukuna opened his arms letting you move your way into his lap, your thighs spread wide enough to go around his.

"Sukuna. Thank you for saving me and always helping me." Your face nuzzling into his neck and hands roaming his chest. Both of you were still covered in dirt and the blood was now staining your clothes but you didn't care. "Darling, come join me in the hot spring. We both need to get clean."

You didn't waste a moment to be with him so you followed behind him heading to the spring. It was a special place his shine was built around. He was always here to relax and now you were the special thing he brought here and only you. You looked at sukuna seeing him drop his kimono, your eyes scanning over his muscular back. They way his muscles flex from his movement and his tattoos that moved with them. He turned to look at you as you turned your gaze away before you could see what glory the front holds.

Even though he had you almost three times a week under him while he rammed you as you screamed his name. You still felt shy around him when it wasn't those intimate moments. Stripping down to nothing as you felt a predatory stare at your back, then the sound of water being displayed. You looked over to see sukuna in the water and you joined him, still giving him some space. He didn't like this and one of his arms reached out to pull you to him and flush against his body. You hand accidently grazing his thick cock making you blush more than you already are. Hearing his deep chuckle and raising a hand to your chin forcing you to look at him.

"Why do you keep yourself distant from my pretty thing? You belong to me. No need to stay away. Are you afraid of me? Or do I make you feel other things?" He leaned down to ship the tip of his tongue to the shell of your ear and place a kiss to your neck. You let out a shaky sigh and pushed against him feeling his laugh rumble through his chest. The both of you stayed soaking in the hot spring just leaning against him hearing his steady breathing. The rise and fall of his chest while you rested your head to his firm muscle.

It seems like you were the only one that saw his soft side if he even had one. But here he was laying in the water with you cuddled up in his two arms while the others open laying back across the rock. But you wanted to show how much more you cared for him when you sat up from him then leaned to place your lips to his ear. "Meet me in the bed sukuna."

You walked out of his arms and out the water then put a towel around your body heading to his room. Sukuna watched you leave then let out a growl and quickly got out wrapping a towel around his hips. He went straight into his room to see you sprawled across his bed, legs open and fingers sinking into your wet flesh between your legs. Moans of his name spilled from your lips as he stared and growled hungrier for you. "Do not tease me, woman. You know what happens." Sukuna tossed away his towel to the floor leaving him bare and his cock twitched hard for you.

"How dare you leave your king like this." A playful smirk formed on your face as he quickly made his way over to your body towering over you. He teased you with his lip trailing wet kisses all over your neck. His tongue locking and lips suckling on your breast. His fingers plunging deep in you with a curl hit that good spot. The mouth on his stomach opened, the big wet muscle licked hard on your clit while he pumped his fingers. His lips are still working on your breast and neck whispering things in your ear, voice low and full of lust.

That night sukuna had you barking his name, screaming so the whole shrine heard who you belong to. Sukuna wanted to show it, as he left red bite marks along your neck. Which you had done the same to him but sadly you did not leave much marking. Sukuna had fucked you from behind, hands holding your hips, one on your clit and the other hold the back of your neck, a large tongue licking your back. Letting you ride him as he trusted his hips up into you, getting you deep to see the bulge of his cock on your belly. It made him chuckle and smirk while he held your hips slaming you down on him and the other behind his head, while his belly tongue flicked your clit. Sukuna moved to pound you against the wall next to the bed and it was easy having the four arms. You will for sure have bruises on your back in the morning for how hard he fucked you again the hard surface, but you did not care. He finally hand you on your back fucking you down into his bed letting out deep moans then looked into each others eyes till you met you both met the fifth orgasm of the night.

Sukuna pushed his hip against yours spreading your legs to his cock deep in you as he flooded your womb with his seed. Finally pulling out seeing your cunt leaking with cum making him smile like a devil. "So beautiful to see you filled with my seed." You were at a loss for words just breathing heavily looking at him as he moved, taking the towel and cleaned up the mess from between your legs. Sukuna laid down beside you pulling a blanket around your sweaty bodies and held you close to him. You quickly fell asleep all energy drained from the sex making him smile. He placed a kiss on your forehead and cupped your cheek. "No one is taking you from me. Too special for me to lose. Stay by my side till our death even then I will find a way to be with you."

He felt you tighten around his torso as if you heard him in your sleep and understood. The tummy mouth gives your arm a lick in response. In the morning your eyes flutter open but the bed is empty which makes you pout. Then your eyes landed on the spider lily you gave to skuna, laying on his pillow. Come to find out he put a spell to it for it to never die leaving a reminder to him that you will always be here with him. You finally came to terms that you fell in love with the king of curses and you were going to tell him when you see him. Just then he walked in seeing you awake and his eyes landing on the red and purple bruising from last night. Sukuna walked over to check your body and began to worry if you were in pain.

Luckily when he does these things he unconsciously takes the pain away with his curse energy and only leaves the marks. You smiled at him brightly to show that nothing he did had harmed you. "Sukuna, I want to talk to you." He worried but crouched to your level letting you say what was on your mind as he saw the tears form after saying such lovely things to him. He could feel as if his heart ached and beat again for you. He never had love and forgotten what that felt like until now. He wiped away your tears and kissed you hard but passionately, flooding all his emotions with you wanting to show how he feels. Now that you both expressed this love he is more protective with you and more gentle, that is if you ask him to be rough then what is he to not fulfill the queens wishes.

Hello hope you enjoyed the read. I love the thought of Sukuna having a liking to spider lilies, it fits him well. artist note- i drew the separation banner, they are cute and small!

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Your First Time on Sukuna's Bike

You lost a bet.

That’s ultimately how you ended up here.

"Hey," Sukuna is calling your attention to him, sitting on his motorcycle with a spare helmet outstretched in your direction. "Put it on."

The sun was just starting to set behind him on the horizon, casting him in this warm orange flavored glow that was almost comforting. Almost.

"'Kuna, maybe this is a bad idea." You stay where you are a few feet away, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Maybe you should go to the meetup by yourself-"

He interrupts you with one call of your name, effectively silencing you. He raises a brow.

"C'mere," He's smirking at you, seeing your unease as a challenge. Like he always did.

"No, totally, I would. It's just-I- " You can't find the words to deny him. They don't come to you anymore. Your heart aims to please him in everything but your body is frozen in fear. Your brain scrambles to produce something- any kind of lie under his lion-like gaze. "I just remembered that Yuji asked me to do something with him-"

"Yuji's with his goth boyfriend." Sukuna rolls his eyes, quickly swapping the helmet to his other hand and leaning across the short distance between you to grasp your wrist instead. He tugs you closer to him, until your shoe is nearly touching the tire of his bike.

He's grinning up at you, with that convincing little squint to his eyes.

"Chicken shit." He accuses.

You gape at him.

"I am not afraid of your little motor bike, okay?"

"Then put the helmet on, Braveheart." He shoves said helmet into your hands and releases it before you can say no to fully grasping its weight. You fumble with it, trying not to let the piece of equipment slip to the asphalt, it felt expensive and heavy with quality, just as a lot of Sukuna's things did.

When you finally have it secured to your chest, safe and sound, you pale at the thought of the next step.

Now, Sukuna was nothing if not a gentleman. You knew that. But, he also was constantly toeing the line of gentleman and... complete and utter vagrant menace. He would come over to your apartment after a meetup like the one the two of you were going to, with wind whipped cheeks and adrenaline clearly glimmering in his eyes. Occasionally, he would even ask you if you had a spare tarp so that he could cover his bike in case the police came around the neighborhood looking for a similar one.

Being in one of his turbo kitted cars was different. If there was an accident, it wasn't just between you, the heavy leather jacket Sukuna had bought you, and the rough merciless asphalt of the street.

You're staring down at the helmet like it's a death sentence when Sukuna calls for your eyes again, his hand coming up to caress the back of your arm with a gentle, coaxing touch. He ushers you until you're within his airspace, creating a timeless bubble where only the two of you exist.

You’re slightly guilty when you look up at him. You hated questioning Sukuna, especially when it came to something like your safety, which he would never put at risk, but you can't help the nerves curdling in your stomach.

His gaze melts into something similar to sympathy, still slightly amused with you.

"Why're you scared?” He wants to know. He knows just which soft and low tone of voice to use on you- to make every secret you have come rushing to the surface, desperate to please him just like the rest of you was.

"Scared? Of a stick with two wheels that can go in between cars that weigh literal tons while riding at a speed of 120 miles per hour? No. No, why would I be scared?"

"120 miles per hour?" He repeats, cocking a brow at you. "And put my little chicken shit in danger? Are you insane?"

You bite your lip.

“Can we go slow?”

Sukuna merely laughs, turning back towards his bike and turning the key to kick start the ignition. The time for conversation was clearly over.

“Put it on.” ~

Sukuna actually does go at a reasonable speed for the majority of the time. You get used to the feeling of the wind gliding over every inch of you, hissing so loudly in your ears that all other sounds become moot. It’s almost like white noise.

Sukuna’s body is warm and sturdy against your front, and you press more of yourself than needed into him, just to be closer. Occasionally he’ll reach down and squeeze your thigh or point something out for you to look at, but otherwise he lets you take in the scenery at an easy pace.

After an hour of riding, you may very well say it was comforting on the bike.

At least, until you get to a long stretch of highway, that is. Empty and wide as it is long. A highway to some rural part of the city you had never been to before.

Sukuna taps your knee, and then reaches up and tightens your hold on his waist. It was a signal.

“Wait-” Even if Sukuna could hear you past the helmets, the unrelenting wind, and the roar of the motorcycle beneath you, he didn’t give you a chance to say much.

The bike climbs speed as your heartbeat climbs in speed and if it weren’t for the helmet, it would be impossible to breathe easy with the wind whisking around you in such a flurry. Your thighs press into Sukuna’s, and you peek over his shoulder at the speedometer to watch it hit 95. It felt so much faster to you. It felt like you were flying.

You can’t help the giggles that escape you as exhilaration plucks them out of you.

Fear had long since revealed itself as excitement to you, and Sukuna could tell in the way you would kick your feet as he revved the engine that you were on the same page now.

By the time the two of you make it to the meetup, you’re buzzing like a ball of electricity. Sukuna parks the bike, kicks the stand out, and immediately turns around to unclasp your helmet first.

You tear it off of you, barely containing yourself long enough for him to remove his own before you're winding your arms around his neck. Giggles are still leaking out of you and into his ear, which is searing cold beneath your lips.

“I told you you’d like it.” He chuckles, leaning backwards into you and forcing you to be the one to keep the both of you upright. You use your free hand to pull on his hood, forcing him back even further until you can press a kiss to his prideful smile.

“That was fun.” You whisper.

“Good.” He whispers back, grabbing his keys from the ignition without moving his head from your grasp. “You’re drivin’ us home.”

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