Sukuna X Reader Angst - Tumblr Posts

𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 - (sukuna x reader angst)

lover of mine, i never said those words as clear as i meant to. thank you for your smiles, for your heart. let me remember your last face like a loving one, and not of you in death.

summary: you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he see's you he can't get you rid of his mind.

paring: sukuna x f!reader

genre: angst, soft love, little fluff

warnings: blood, gruesome death, talks of sex and taking virginity

word count: 7k+

jjk masterlist

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"Do you intend on staring the entire time?"

The hair on your neck rose, your breath catching in your throat as you hear him call out.

Surely he couldn't have seen you. You had tried to hide decently well into the background of the forest.

"Your act of concealment is rather pitiful, you know." His voice disparaged you once more, and from the sliver of opening the bushes allowed you saw him look over his shoulder, staring directly at you as he raised an eyebrow.

"Come out, human." You for the first time you hear the real command in his voice, the one that terrified the men in your village, the ones who came back from battle and laid awake at night with it echoing in the solitude of their minds.

You gave it a couple seconds, and when you saw him vanish from the spot he had been near the river bank you panicked, looking around everywhere to see where he had gone.

You felt a rush of air wisp behind you, and you whipped your head around to see a large hand circle around your throat, long, claw-like nails digging into your skin as he effortlessly raised you from the ground.

You felt the voice in your head mock you for your stupidity, the idea alone of spying on the curse everybody feared an idiotic idea. But you were curious, too curious for your own good, and the first time you saw him you were fascinated.

Here he seemed like the monster everybody made him out to be. Blood from his previous victims splattered across his face, red eyes boring into yours as he assessed the person in front of him, large muscles flexing as he turned you around, gawking at you like an animal in a cage.

But the first time you saw him, he drew you in, and perhaps that would be the sole reason for your demise. The sun shone shined splendidly that day, reflecting off the water beneath him, his skin shining bright as he delicately cleaned his dirtied clothes in peace.

You hadn't meant to run into him that day, but you couldn't rest seeing him act so human, so normally, after every rumor, you had heard.

You now wish you had listened to them.

"You've been here before, haven't you?" He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow perched as you meekly grabbed at his hand, begging him to loosen his grip.

His eyes trailed down to your gaping mouth, eyes widening with the lack of air, and his grip loosed, dropping you roughly to the ground, giving you a couple of seconds to failingly come up on your arms, coughing as you rubbed weakly at your neck, trying to ease to soreness away.

He dropped down to his knees, crouching down at your side as he waited for you to recover, in no rush as you hacked away.

"I asked you a question," He reminded you and you fearfully looked up, eyes filled with tears as you weakly nodded, your chapped lips trembling in dread.

"Is that a yes?" His lips upturned in a small and taunting smile, his sharpened teeth gleaming back at you as you gulped, clearing your throat as you tried your best to respond.

"Yes, yes," You looked at the grass beneath you, anything but the figure of death in front of you, "I have been here before, my lord."

He kept his eyes locked on yours, his look never shifting from one to the other, keeping natural as if to frighten you even more.

Would anybody care if you had been killed out in the woods today? Would anybody come looking if you went missing?

"Is it you who's been watching me these past weeks?" He asked, and even on the ground sitting in front of you he shadowed your crumpled form, and you wiped some of the slobber from your lips before you spoke again.

"I apologize, my lord." Your fingers shook far too much, could he tell? Could he see that your blood was freezing under your skin?

"May I ask what's intrigued you so much to return?" You feel this breath on your cheeks, his nose close to yours as he leaned in, the air in your lungs seizing as you held it all to yourself.

Your fingers itched to grab the small bundle you had brought with you, the one you had failed to give these past weeks.

He watched the movement, his eyes quickly darting over to the small package concealed in a piece of dirtied cloth.

"Is this yours?" He reached over and grabbed it, examining its shabby shape as you meekly nodded once more, your mouth too dry to give him a proper response.

He glanced back over to you, truly studying you. Your clothes were dirty, mud and dirt clinging to your skin, holes littering the soles of your shoes. Your hair was clumped together and nails were outgrown from their beds.

He had been familiarized with the nearby village, having ransacked it multiple times. He knew the women well, their appearances were far more important than anything else. If you were from there it was obvious you were one of their outcasts, if the skin clinging to your bones would say anything.

He kept an eye on you as you coughed again, blood specking the palm of your hand as you wiped it on your pants, embarrassed and more honestly terrified to look at him, opting to gape at the ground.

He turned the lump of fabric around in his hand, weighing it and sniffing it as if to sense what was inside. A foul smell flew under his nose, and he winced as he quickly went to open it, his inquisitiveness taking over.

The fabric was flimsy and wasn't tied hard enough, falling away as he peeled it back.

Small tomatoes and pieces of lettuce tumbled out, some parts of them molded as they fell to his feet.

"I apologize, my lord, they are not of the best quality." You explained and he scoffed, taking the small vegetables and squishing it between his fingers, turning back to you as he took you by the collar, lifting it up so that you would be face to face with him.

"Were those for me?" His head tilted again, a small pout overtaking his smile as he watched you struggle to come up with words to say.

"Have you been watching me these past few weeks just to give me rotten vegetables?"

He watched in clear amusement as you sniffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, hands quivering as you kept them balled by your side.

"Did that really sound like a good idea to you?" His grip on your collar tightened, and you gasp as he lifted you once more, your feet dangling as you tried to get back down.

Sukuna looked at you, the tears welling in your eyes, the tomatoes, and lettuce as his feet looking back up at him as he strangled you, your fingers weakling attempting to grab at his clenching fists.

"I'm s-sorry," You choked out, "It's all I h-had." Some bloodied spit landed on his face and he grimaced, dropping you immediately to wipe it off.

You couldn't muster up a groan as you felt your ankle crack from the pressure, only having enough strength to try to crawl away.

This isn't how you wanted to die, not alone and at the hands of the curse of death himself. Not when you wanted to see the countryside, to sail in those things they called ships. Not on the ground of a forest, you stumbled upon one day, your kind heart killing you eventually.

And all Sukuna did was watch the pitiful scene, eyebrows drawing together as he saw your crumpled form sit at the stump of a tree, your ankle bent the wrong way, your eyes barely open as you went in and out of consciences.

Who were you? Surely not a girl of any importance. He would have already bedded you had you been one. You were poor, perhaps worse than that, yet you managed to bring him portions of your food.

Even in the coldest of winters, he had watched the village chief struggle to give up a third of his meals to honor him, yet an insignificant girl like you who obviously needed the wasted vegetables more than anything was offering it to him.

Should he kill you here? Make it painless? It seemed that your health was already declining, your bloody coughs enough proof for him. He'd be putting you out of your misery if he did it now.

But walking towards you, his nails turned into the claws he was so used to, kneeling down once more to your slumped form, he couldn't seem to do it.

You couldn't even lift your head to beg for your life, but you tried to bring up your fist that paled in size to his, curling it around one of his fingers as you tried to push him away.

And his nails were right there, right at the base of your throat, ready to slit, but he felt the little bit of heat as you sickly gripped him, the little tear droplets wetting his skin as he retracted his hand.

He stared at the top of your head, watching as your hand fell to your side, your body too weak to keep it up anymore.

And he grumbled to himself, saying things such that he wasn't fucking enough people and his mind was going crazy, cupping your knees as he lifted you gently up, supporting your head with the palm of his hand as he brought you back to the village.

He could have killed you even then as he was entering the gates, but you had held onto his shirt so tightly that he could barely lift his finger to do such a thing.

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You awoke in one of the alleyways, your head lolling to the side as you groaned, your bleary vision not making out many things.

Dim candlelight shone from behind you, and turning around you saw the infamous infirmary of our village, and you stumbled trying to get up, a small and quiet cry falling as you put too much weight on your ankle, gripping the sides of the walls as you tried to steady yourself.

You could barely remember the previous events of the night, but you could barely think as you pushed your way through the door, the two healers jumping in surprise as fell to the floor.

It was a small shack, barely bigger than two rooms, but you had heard many stories of all the wonders that happened inside here. A small whicker of hope ignited in your chest. Maybe they could heal your ankle, maybe even you cough?

One of them tried to help you up but your body fell to the other side, and you heard muffled talking as the two o they spoke in hushed whispers on what to do.

"She's weak, too weak, we can't do much," You made out the woman say, and something else was added but you couldn't catch it. The other one was silent for a minute before he replied.

"Just throw her out. They die anyway. We need the space for the ones who matter." And though you wanted to open your mouth and cry out for their help, that you did matter, at least you did at one point.

But no matter how hard you wanted to, you couldn't do much as they harshly lifted you by the elbows dragging you out and throwing you right back where you were.

You thudded to the ground, your already broken ankle damaged more and you felt tears of pain spring in your eyes. It was night, maybe early in the morning, and the season of fall was coming closer and closer to your village, the crisp air biting at your barley-covered skin.

You shuddered, and it took some time for you to pull yourself up, using the wall as support once more as you traveled up ahead, knowing that your shabby home wouldn't be too far away.

It was a painful journey, but you eventually tumbled into the little shack you made a while back. Three pieces of wooden plans were balanced on each other, a scrawny blanket resembling rags rested on top to protect you from the elements.

You heaved a sigh as you relaxed on the dirt floor, leaning your back gently as you reached into your pocket to grab one of the tomatoes you had saved,

But it came back empty, and you remember that they were littered on that forest floor far from where you were.

And so with an empty stomach and burning bones, you tried your best to nod off to sleep.

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Months passed by and Sukuna had almost forgotten about the girl in the woods, and he had no intention of remembering her again.

He kept up with his usual routine; taking home men and women from the villages he conquered easily, fighting the pesky sorcerers that came by once in a while, and retreated back to his room once he repeated those things over and over again.

It had been a ruling winter, and even for a curse like him he had to admit the cold was biting and cruel, and he laughed at the thought of how bad it must have been for those humans.

The people who lived and served at his temple all shivered as they made him his food and cleaned the floors, but even they were spared with the walls that surrounded him.

One night, he restlessly wandered around the halls, his bare feet padding on the marble floors as he looked around, glancing out of the windows as the moon stared back restlessly at him.

He went back to his room to retrieve his robs, shrugging them on as he grabbed his sword, saying nothing as he made his way out, hungry for another village to ransack and take for his name.

It didn't take him a while until he found one, but to much dismay, he remembered the oak gates that lead into it, and if he was being honest the people weren't the best when it came to a good fuck.

Though nonetheless, he strolled through, and some of the strangers who were bundled in their own winter clothing shrieked, ducking for cover as he made his way through.

The snow that fell from the sky did nothing to him, but it littered the ground in a stark white, and it crunched under his feet as he made his way to the brothel house he had been familiarized with so long ago.

As he entered the women who had been at the front jumped up, their faces pailing as he towered over them, looking around for a couple of people he intended to bring back to his temple.

He looked for another while, some faces familiar but others not so much as he pointed to them silently, and they knew what it meant as they stepped forward, not looking him in the eye as they feared it would get them killed.

The ordeal didn't last for long, and as he left, the chosen ones took it as a sign to trek behind him, worriedly looking at each other.

He made his way out, some spectators washing wordlessly from their windows as he passed by.

Sukuna paused when he heard hurried footsteps from behind him, and a small body thumped down in front of him, the person on their hands and knees as they shuddered from the winter winds.

"My lord! It is an honor having you here! Please," The village chief shakily looked up, wincing when he saw the curse looking down at him with interest, "I have even better women if you so desire! Men, if you want! These ones are cheap, nothing like the best we offer!" The man knew well that if Sukuna was displeased he could very well take that upon his village, head heard the rumors.

Sukuna looked at the ones he had picked, their fur coats clinging to their skins as they looked down, and then to the large hut the chief lived at.

"Show me them." He ordered, and the little man jumped up, bowing as he lead Sukuna to the destination, leaving the other women stranded as they went in search of others.

It was a quiet walk, and Sukuna preferred that over the mousey man speaking his head off.

They were nearly there when Sukuna saw a flash of color, something that had stuck in his mind no matter how hard he had tried to get rid of it.

He narrowed his eyes, seeing a slumped figure curled at the wall, their legs brought up to their chest as they slept.

He wished deep inside that the person was only asleep, and nothing worse.

He strayed away from the man as he went towards them, crouching down as he sat in front of the person, lifting their chin up with his forefinger as he came in view with a familiar face.

The girl in the woods, the one with the rotten vegetables.

Your cheeks had cuts on them, some fresh, some old. Your ankle, the one he remembered being badly broken, was still at an odd angle, though he recalled clearly that he had dropped you off at the infirmary to get it taken care of.

He ran his thumb across your skin, and to no surprise, you were freezing to the touch. Your shredded clothing doing barely anything to help you from the cold.

He raised two fingers to the pulse point at your neck, and somewhere in him relaxed when he found one.

The fingers that so weakly grabbed your knees were shaking fervently, and he took off his robe as he draped it across your shoulders.

"This one is barely alive, my lord, you can kill her if you wish," The man peeped from the corner and Sukuna had to control himself not to kill him in front of you.

"I promise that the ones I have to show you are much, much better than her!" He chuckled awkwardly as Sukuna sat still, his fingers gingerly gripping your chin as he tried to coax you to wake up.

"One of my men was supposed to get rid of her the past fortnight, it seems that he forgot," He muttered mostly to himself, his nose wrinkling from your stench.

"It's vermin like this that must be rid of!" He said fiercely, almost comically, and Sukuna's hold on your arm tightened as he gently tried to wake you up to no avail.

You were alive, he told himself, you had to be.

"My lord, it must not be comfortable for you in this cold, come and-" He could barely finish his sentence before Sukuna had slit his throat, his body dropping to the floor as he tried to stop the bleeding.

The ground beneath him stained red, but all Sukuna could care about was getting to you, a strange urge overtaking him as he spoke to you in a quiet tone.

"Can you open your eyes?" He whispered, a strange thing for him, but he hoped that it would get you to wake up.

You shivered quietly, your lips and teeth trembling against each other as you slowly shook your head, but that much let him sigh in relief, running his thumb across your cheek as he supported your head in his hand.

"Can you try?" His red eyes focused on the way your bruised eye twitched, but slowly you creaked open your other one, and his chest eased.

"There you go," He coaxed, going on his knees as he carefully picked you up, just as he had done that day, wrapping the robe around you tighter and you shifted into the warmth he offered.

You were so light he feared he'd break you, but you seemed appreciative of the help, curling in his arms as you tried to hide the skin left without any clothing covered with your hands.

Your bones poked out from underneath your skin, and for once in his lifetime Sukuna was terrified of the fact that they would break through.

"Do you remember me?" He asked as he walked out of the village, ignoring the shocked gasps and the murmured voices as they saw you in his arms.

You barely nodded, but you gripped onto the fabric covering his torso, and his gaze softened, shocking him and perhaps the world around.

"What is your name?" He tried to keep his nails away from your fragile skin in fear of cutting you, and he had to lean his head down to hear your faint voice.

"Y-y," You gulped for some air, "Y/n." And Sukuna had never been happier to hear a sound, your voice easing the worries he had of you being dead, and he walked faster towards his temple.

"Do you prefer anything to eat?" He looked at your skeletal body and you tried to shrug, but it was too difficult so you just stayed limp.

"Soup," You attempted to say but you coughed, trying to cover your mouth with your fist, and Sukuna saw the specks of blood that sprayed your skin.

"Soup," he nodded to himself, "Is that all?" He had left the village now and was nearing his temple.

"Yes," You muttered softly, "My teeth," You paused to cough, "They do not work well anymore." Sukuna shifted his hold on your head, his hands tightening their grip on you as he went uphill.

Why did his chest hurt so much? Why did it feel like guilt was eating him alive? What were you doing to him?

When he entered through the double doors an influx of maids came rushing in, ready to prep the men and women he had selected only to be met with a frail girl curled into the massive curses chest.

They looked uncertainly at each other as he moved past them, turning the corner to move through the halls, stopping at his door as he pushed it open.

Inside he saw his two most trusted servants, and they rushed towards him, taking you from his arms as they brought you to the bath.

"Be careful with her," He warned, his tone wavering when he heard you whimper, "Anything and I'll crack your skulls under my feet." The two women fervently nodded, handling you with more care as they lead you to the separate rooms.

Sukuna watched as it all happened.

What was he doing?

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Once you had been washed through and properly helped by one of his healers, they lead you to the dining hall, and you still had to blink and repeat to yourself what was happening to keep yourself from going insane.

They sat you in a chair, a random hand placing a steaming bowl in front of you as they left you to eat.

You quite frankly had no idea what happened in the past hour, but it had been a while since you had been in the comfort of a home with food in front of you, and so you put it past yourself as you began to bring a shaky hand to grasp the spoon.

Your arms were too weak from weeks of barely any use, and you had brought the spoon close to your mouth only to lose grasp of it and spill it on yourself.

You heard some noise around you, and you slowly glanced around you, the women who helped clean you covering their mouths with their hands as their shoulders shook, soft giggles spilling from their lips as they watched you attempt to eat the soup.

Embarrassment took over your senses, but you found a napkin near your left and patted your robes, trying to get the stains off.

Going to grab the spoon again, you gave yourself a couple of seconds to flex your hand before you brought it up to your lips. You had put it in but the heat of it you were unprepared for, and you spit it out quickly from your mouth before it burnt the rest of your tongue.

The snickering from around you only got louder, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying in humiliation.

You should have blown on it, you told yourself, but it had been so long since you had actually had something warmed up that it must have slipped your mind.

You dabbed the table with the napkin to clean up some of the stains, and the silence around you should have told you that there was a change in atmosphere, but you only realized that when you felt a looming figure behind you.

"Is everything alright?"

His voice you remembered well. It was deep, ominous, but it also calmed you down. For it had been he who saved you from the bitter cold and nobody else.

You quickly dropped to your knees, albeit, slowly from how undernourished you were, kissing his feet as you kept your face hidden.

"My lord," Your hands shook, "Thank you, bless you, thank you, I cannot express my gratitude. I will do anything you ask, I am in your debt forever, my lord..." You rambled on but stopped when you felt a strong force tugging you up by the arm.

"Enough of this," He clicked his tongue as he pushed you back in the chair, and you huffed out a cough when he pulled out the chair diagonal from you, his fingers webbed with each other as he stared at you.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked, his eyebrow cocked upwards and you gave him a swift nod, your shaky hands back at trying to grab the spoon, but from the fear of being watched by him, it slipped out of your hold once more and fell in the soup, splattering even more across your clothing.

The soft laughter from the women could be heard, and you looked at them from the corner of your eyes, chest sinking with onslaught discomfiture as the most powerful curse in creation watched you struggle to pick up a spoon.

"I apologize, my lord," Your boney fingers went to clutch it again, and you opted to just close your fist around it as you dipped it in, bringing your face close to it as you gently blew on the steam, bringing it to your mouth as you let it slip down your throat.

It had been so, so long since you had eaten something like this. Tears sprung in your eyes and you had no power over them as you quickly shoveled more into your mouth, not caring anymore how hot it was for your stomach kept begging for it.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna looked back from you to the two giggling maids, aggravation creeping in on him as he watched them laugh at you hungrily eating your meal.

"....like a wild animal," One of the girls whispered to the other and they snickered, having to seal their mouths shut when they caught Sukuna's eye.

You couldn't listen to them anymore through your rumbling stomach, but you stopped every once and while to grab the piece of bread laid out to your side, biting into it quickly as you chewed.

You had forgotten about your loose tooth, and as you chewed you heard a crack and before you knew it the small tooth tumbled out of your mouth and onto the table.

You quickly grabbed the napkin, holding it up to your gums to stop the onslaught of bleeding, but from the gasp of disgust to the clacking of your spoon against the oak table distracted you and the bloody napkin fell from your hand.

You quickly stood up, trying to find another napkin, but there was nothing, so you just cupped your hand over your mouth as you looked around for any help.

He was going to kill you here, you told yourself as you watched Sukuna stand up from his chair, a pall cast over his face as he made his way to you, he's disgusted by me.

His hand was nearing your body and you wrung your eyes shut, ready for his talons to slash through your skin, but you only felt calloused fingers grips your shoulder, leading you out of the room as he took you somewhere else.

He silently took you into another room, shutting the door quickly behind him as he ordered the servants inside to fetch him a pitcher of water and gauze.

Your hand never left your mouth, even as the blood poured out of it in fear of what he would do, but the kindness in his hold on your elbow startled you.

The servants cast each other looks as they brought him the things he asked for, and they watched observantly from the doorway as he ordered them out.

He dunks the gauze strips in the water, writing it back in the pitcher as he brought it to your face.

You still kept your hand there, but he gently grasped it, bringing it away from your face as he placed the gauze where your tooth used to be.

He could tell that you were missing other ones, and he noted to himself to only serve you softer food from now on.

Your hand laid in your lap, and you just shut your eyes as you let the curse do whatever he wanted, his fingers holding your mouth open as he gingerly dabbed the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Does it hurt badly?" He asked when he finished, the gauzes never coming back bloody as he poured you a cup of water, observing you intently as you shook your head.

"No, my lord, I am okay. I apologize for the inconvenience. I did not mean for it to happen."

Of course, you didn't, he wanted to say.

"Are any of your other teeth lose?"He asked and you nodded slowly, not opening your mouth despite the fact that he had already seen the ones you lost.

"How many?" He had never asked so many questions in the span of one night, but Sukuna needed to know. You should have been healed by his healer.

you counted in your head, running your tongue around and noting the ones that were about to fall, and kept your head down as you spoke.

"Three more, my lord." In addition to ones already gone that would make an eventual eight.

He shut his eyes thinking. He didn't say anything for a while, and you looked around the four walls as he thought silently to himself.

There was a bed in the corner, and it had been the first time in years you had seen one. It seemed benign; as if you'd float if you were to sleep on it.

"I'll have the healer look at you once again tomorrow," He concluded and all you could do was silently agree, not knowing what else to do.

He noticed your wandering eyes, how they seemed stuck on the object being him, and he glanced back at the small servants' bed.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?" Oh, how you longed to sleep. You had been sleeping all these past few weeks, but it wasn't really sleeping. You were getting closer and closer to death, but all you could do was shut your eyes and hope that it came peacefully.

"It's no worries, my lord, I can sleep right where I am," You assured him, patting the chair as you tried to relax into it but his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at your worries.

"Nonsense. Come with me," He walked towards the door, and your eyes shot open, not having enough time to get out and follow him as he paced much more quickly than you did.

He lead you through a maze of halls, and it wasn't long before you stopped in front of another door, much similar to the others.

He opened it and you had to hold your chest at the view that lay before you.

A massive bed, much bigger than your body sat in the middle. It was so big that you felt your inner child scream in delight at the sight. Was this even possible? It was unfair to have such a bed so big when you would only take up a fourth of it.

"You sleep here. Any issues and you tell one of the maids, understood?"

You quickly nodded, finger itching to feel the blanket, something you had lost the feeling of after a while.

"Yes, my lord. I understand."

And Sukuna stuttered to speak. He never did before. But how could he not when under the look of your kind eyes, the toothy smile that made its way across your beautiful face that could light up galaxies to come?

How could he not when his heart hammered so tightly in the limited space of his ribcage?

---

Everybody would raise their silent questions, but they would be answered when the curse made his way back home, covered in blood and mud, back to your room, knocking before he entered.

"What are you doing?" He'd ask one day, watching you in the corner of the room, using a small knife to nick away at a block of wood.

You looked up, a small smile making its way on your face, the same one that made him forget who he was before you answered him back.

"I'm making sculptures, see," You turned your chair around so that your table came more in view.

All along the top, he saw little things, a wooden flower, a little horse. Each was delicately made, and seeing how you grinned at them he could only bet that you had made them.

"What for?" He walked over to you, examining the little pieces before he placed them back down.

"The maids, the servants. They have helped me so much, that I wanted to give them something back." You explained, and Sukuna felt him smile at your words.

"Of course, I'll make you one once these are all done with," You quickly added, worried it would have offended him due to his extended hospitality.

He glanced at the little bird you had made, turning it around in his hand as he placed it in his pocket, looking at you for permission even though you wouldn't have said anything to disagree.

"I can make a bigger one if you want, my lord. I can make a bear, or an owl, that one has a small dent in it." You brought out another slab of wood, ready to carve whatever he requested, but he just shrugged.

"This one will do."

"Oh, well, alright, if you say so," You chewed on your bottom lip, worried that it would break easily.

He gripped your chin in his fingers as he lifted your face up to his, his thumb near your cheeks as his breath fanned over your skin.

"My lord?"

Your breathing stopped, your eyes staring back at his. He was beautiful, you thought to yourself. How could he not be? His red eyes were so enticing, the tattoos that littered his skin adding to his persona.

"Thank you," He breathed out, and you tilted your head to the side, a questioning smile growing on your lips.

"For what, my lord? The statue was small, I can do much better, I promise-" He shook his head, falling down on his knees so that he wouldn't tower so much over you.

"For the food, you had brought me that one day. I was unaware. Thank you." You tried to think back on what he was referring to, and your mind brought you back to the tomatoes and lettuce you had laid out for him, and you laughed gently at it.

"They were rotten, it was barely anything." You leaned your face deeper in his hold, not knowing what you were doing but enjoying the softness his palm felt on your skin.

"I still appreciate it, Y/n, no matter what condition it was. To think I almost," He choked at the thought, your face flashing in his mind and he dropped his hand, tears pricking at his eyes.

"Of course, Sukuna, anything for you."

And this time you held his giant hand in yours, closing both hands around one as you smiled gently at him, sitting down so that he wouldn't feel alone.

"Thank you for saving me, that night, I would have died by morning if not for you." Sukuna's grip tightened, protectiveness taking over at the thought of that.

"Anything for you, Y/n, anything for you." He brought your palm to your lips as he pressed a delicate kiss to it, and your smile grew.

"I," He paused, letting you go as he took a step back, "Never mind. I'll come back soon after this mission. Stay safe, alright?"

And he left without saying anything else, leaving you alone with your running mind as he turned walked down the hall, the sword growing heavy in his hand with the added thought of having something to return to.

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You didn't know much when it came to Sukuna, nor the kindness he showed you.

It was strange, out of ordinary, but you wouldn't complain about it when it very well saved your life.

You heard the murmurs of the people around you whenever you walked through the temple, the gazes of pity and jealousy they honed when you ate dinner with him.

You could tell that you weren't wanted, but you tried very hard to show that you weren't totally useless.

Some days you would help clean the floors and rooms, and others you'd help them cook the flood or clean the alter. They never spoke t you, only giving you glances filled with unreadable expressions, but they were never opposed to giving you most of their load.

You knew what they were doing, but you never voiced it. You were lucky to be alive, and you would do anything to pay them back.

"He doesn't love you, you know." One of the maids, Hatsu, you had come to learn, told you.

You dropped the pants you had been folding in surprise and peeked up.

"I'm sorry?" Her teeth showed when she gave you a small smile, shock overtaking her expression as she feigned worry.

"He's done this with many women, Y/n, you're not the first. You certainly won't be the last, either." She added, mumbling to herself, and your cheeks heated, shaking your head in disagreement.

"Of course he doesn't! My lord is just being," You couldn't finish that sentence for you knew it would travel around if the people heard you called the cursed kind.

"Caring? Of course, he is, Y/n, how else would he bed a virgin such as yourself. He loves them more than anything. Having his army of children is what he wants." She further explained and you felt your throat closing up the more she spoke.

"Kame, aren't I right?" She called her friend over, smiling viciously over your crestfallen face.

"That's how he is, Y/n. Naive girls, innocent ones, ones who have never been touched before. You're probably the best he's seen. What was it, the first thing you did when you saw him, cry?" Kame and Hatsu shared a grin, "No wonder he's so enthralled by you."

"H-he's never, all he's been is-"

"Devoted? Compassionate? What else would he be? Honestly, Y/n, don't you ever use that head of yours?" She flicked your forehead roughly and Kame snickered as your lips trembled.

"He kills them all afterward, too," Hastu told you, "He doesn't like them once they're ruined."

"I," you stood up shakily, chest heaving as you tried making your way out of the cleaning room, "I have to leave. Please excuse me,"

And all you could do was run out, out towards your room, lungs heavy, heart bleeding as you opened the door as quickly as you could have.

You didn't know what to do. You knew it was too good. He was too kind, too thoughtful. He was going to fuck you and then kill you, of course, he would. What use did he have with someone of your sorts, you had nothing to offer him.

He would be returning any day now, and you had to push out his kind words from your mind as you began to pack a bag, shoveling the small amount of clothing you owned, some apples you kept by your tableside to snack on.

You were in a rush as you scribbled a note to the servants, heart hammering away in fear as you flew just as quickly out the door, still putting your shoes on as you ran out the door of the temple, the mids all staring in happiness as you made your way down the hill, your running figure leaving view as you made your way into the thickness of the forest.

"Finally," Kame bumped her shoulder into Hatsu's as she made her way back in, "I was getting tired of taking care of his bitch."

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Sukuna returned only a handful of days later, shoulder heavy with a fight, chest bruised and hands aching, but as he neared his temple his mood lightened, eyes crinkling around the corner as he returned with the thought of you in his mind.

Entering his home he was greeted with silence and the occasional stare of the maid. He picked up on their chatters but paid it no mind as he made his way quickly to the familiar door.

He had to suppress the growing smile on his face as he dug out the flowers from the pocket of his robes. They had been smashed a little on his journey back, but they were still intact nonetheless.

He knocked once, waiting to hear the voice he had been longing to hear for the past couple of weeks.

When he got no reply, he knocked once more.

"Y/n," He cleared his throat, "I am back. If you may, I have something for you."

He waited and still got no response.

Perhaps you were asleep, he thought to himself.

"I will open the door now. I have to get some things taken care of quickly, I just need to give you..." And once the door swung open he was greeted to a grizzly sight.

Your table was messy, the cabinet shelves were outdrawn, your bed was not made. He knew you were keen on riding things up, and so this was out of the ordinary. Terrifyingly so.

He found a small note on your table, but he couldn't read any of it through his blurry mind, running out as he called your name hopelessly.

"Y/n? Y/n!" He ran out, calling your name, looking wildly around as he ran down the hall, looking in every room, every corner his temple offered, but you were nowhere to be found.

"My lord," He heard one of the girls call out and he stopped, crazily looking at her through his crazed eyes and she took a step back.

"Y/n is gone, we've been looking for her this past day, we can't-"

"Why was I not told?"

His voice was so calm, so dreadfully calm that Kame took another step back.

"Hm?" He walked towards her, not caring of her please as rage overtook him, her heart coming clean out as he dropped her body like a sack on the floor, continuing his search for you as he made his way out.

For hours he ran through the forest, seeing little footprints that resembled yours but found you to no avail.

At dawn, he sank to his knees, the trees surrounding him chanting at him for his loss, for his failure, for the fact that he could only be a curse and capable of nothing else except killing.

How could he love? He was no man. He was Ryomen Sukuna, and that's all he would be known for. But he wanted you, your loving heart, your caring smile, the way you lit up his world in ways he never imagined.

And for the first time in his life, he felt tears fall from his eyes, the salty feeling biting at his cheeks as he kept looking for you through his blurred vision.

He found you once, didn't he? He'd just have to find you once more.

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He made his way through an opening and saw the oak gates that lead to your village.

It had been days since he last went looking for you, and he was sure that this would be the place you could be. It had to be. he didn't know what to do if you weren't here.

As usual, he heard the screams of people when they saw the four-armed monster, but he ran everywhere he thought you would be, your old three wood house ruined from the last time he saw it.

And as he looked around more he stumbled into the town square, and in the middle, he saw the hanging post, people backing into their homes as he continued his search.

Sukuna was more and more lost as he looked around, ready to give up and go back in the forest when he saw a familiar flash of color.

Right there, in the middle of everybody, was you.

Your head hung down, a noose hanging from around your neck as you dangled in the air.

Time stopped as he made his way towards your body, heart stopping when he got to you.

For once, you were head to head with him without trying, but he didn't know what to do as he hung desperately to your chest, his arms encircling your waist as he held you tightly to him.

"Oh, Y/n," he muttered into your skin, your cold skin freezing his, "Oh, Y/n."

He read the sign to the side: Traitors and Killers, and he looked back at you. You were none of those things. You had never killed, and all you asked for in return was life.

Was that really a traitorous thing to ask for?

He took you down from the stand, carrying your body out of your village as he took you to the woods.

He stopped at the river, the same place he saw you for the first time and began digging your grave.

There were many things he wish he had done differently. He wished he could have told you that he would have burnt the world down for you if you asked, that you held his heart in your hands and he had no intention of asking for it back.

But he couldn't and so all he could do was place little flowers around the soil in which you lied under.

When all you were was freshly dug dirt, he turned his back and made his way back to the village.

The sun shone the day he found you died, and the moon shone even brighter when he killed them all.

sukuna, a killer who lies in the blood of his enemies is shut up by you, and can't find it in himself to kill you the moment you snap at him

sukuna, a killer who doesn't hesitate to snap a neck in half hesitates to speak to you, not wanting to embarrasses himself and potentially ruin the spark that ignited the moment you laughed at something stupid he did

sukuna, someone who never tries to impress anybody but himself, finds himself trying to impress you, getting you little things when he goes on a trip away from his temple, seashells from the seaside, roses from the farm he paced by

sukuna, the curse that is feared by the sorceress, fears that you will eventually grow tired of his silly tactics, and grow tired of him

sukuna, who never falls at the knees of anybody, falls at yours, kissing your feet when you patch his wounds up one night, stating that you must be a heavenly body for no human deserves to share your title

sukuna who kisses your neck gently, his hands holding your face and the back of your head, kissing your tears away as he promised to slaughter anybody who dare tried to hurt you

the curse that was said to never love, you proved them wrong, as it was possible for sukuna to love with his little heart, to give his life to you, letting you live yours comfortably

sukuna, who died so violently and so hauntingly, told you he'd find you once more, over the river and under the hillside, where the sun reached so softly, somewhere made for two lovers to roam

sukuna, a killer who lies in the blood of his enemies is shut up by you, and can't find it in himself to kill you the moment you snap at him

sukuna, a killer who doesn't hesitate to snap a neck in half hesitates to speak to you, not wanting to embarrasses himself and potentially ruin the spark that ignited the moment you laughed at something stupid he did

sukuna, someone who never tries to impress anybody but himself, finds himself trying to impress you, getting you little things when he goes on a trip away from his temple, seashells from the seaside, roses from the farm he paced by

sukuna, the curse that is feared by the sorceress, fears that you will eventually grow tired of his silly tactics, and grow tired of him

sukuna, who never falls at the knees of anybody, falls at yours, kissing your feet when you patch his wounds up one night, stating that you must be a heavenly body for no human deserves to share your title

sukuna who kisses your neck gently, his hands holding your face and the back of your head, kissing your tears away as he promised to slaughter anybody who dare tried to hurt you

the curse that was said to never love, you proved them wrong, as it was possible for sukuna to love with his little heart, to give his life to you, letting you live yours comfortably

sukuna, who died so violently and so hauntingly, told you he'd find you once more, over the river and under the hillside, where the sun reached so softly, somewhere made for two lovers to roam

𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 - (sukuna x reader angst)

lover of mine, i never said those words as clear as i meant to. thank you for your smiles, for your heart. let me remember your last face like a loving one, and not of you in death.

summary: you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he see's you he can't get you rid of his mind.

paring: sukuna x f!reader

genre: angst, soft love, little fluff

warnings: blood, gruesome death, talks of sex and taking virginity

word count: 7k+

jjk masterlist

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"Do you intend on staring the entire time?"

The hair on your neck rose, your breath catching in your throat as you hear him call out.

Surely he couldn't have seen you. You had tried to hide decently well into the background of the forest.

"Your act of concealment is rather pitiful, you know." His voice disparaged you once more, and from the sliver of opening the bushes allowed you saw him look over his shoulder, staring directly at you as he raised an eyebrow.

"Come out, human." You for the first time you hear the real command in his voice, the one that terrified the men in your village, the ones who came back from battle and laid awake at night with it echoing in the solitude of their minds.

You gave it a couple seconds, and when you saw him vanish from the spot he had been near the river bank you panicked, looking around everywhere to see where he had gone.

You felt a rush of air wisp behind you, and you whipped your head around to see a large hand circle around your throat, long, claw-like nails digging into your skin as he effortlessly raised you from the ground.

You felt the voice in your head mock you for your stupidity, the idea alone of spying on the curse everybody feared an idiotic idea. But you were curious, too curious for your own good, and the first time you saw him you were fascinated.

Here he seemed like the monster everybody made him out to be. Blood from his previous victims splattered across his face, red eyes boring into yours as he assessed the person in front of him, large muscles flexing as he turned you around, gawking at you like an animal in a cage.

But the first time you saw him, he drew you in, and perhaps that would be the sole reason for your demise. The sun shone shined splendidly that day, reflecting off the water beneath him, his skin shining bright as he delicately cleaned his dirtied clothes in peace.

You hadn't meant to run into him that day, but you couldn't rest seeing him act so human, so normally, after every rumor, you had heard.

You now wish you had listened to them.

"You've been here before, haven't you?" He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow perched as you meekly grabbed at his hand, begging him to loosen his grip.

His eyes trailed down to your gaping mouth, eyes widening with the lack of air, and his grip loosed, dropping you roughly to the ground, giving you a couple of seconds to failingly come up on your arms, coughing as you rubbed weakly at your neck, trying to ease to soreness away.

He dropped down to his knees, crouching down at your side as he waited for you to recover, in no rush as you hacked away.

"I asked you a question," He reminded you and you fearfully looked up, eyes filled with tears as you weakly nodded, your chapped lips trembling in dread.

"Is that a yes?" His lips upturned in a small and taunting smile, his sharpened teeth gleaming back at you as you gulped, clearing your throat as you tried your best to respond.

"Yes, yes," You looked at the grass beneath you, anything but the figure of death in front of you, "I have been here before, my lord."

He kept his eyes locked on yours, his look never shifting from one to the other, keeping natural as if to frighten you even more.

Would anybody care if you had been killed out in the woods today? Would anybody come looking if you went missing?

"Is it you who's been watching me these past weeks?" He asked, and even on the ground sitting in front of you he shadowed your crumpled form, and you wiped some of the slobber from your lips before you spoke again.

"I apologize, my lord." Your fingers shook far too much, could he tell? Could he see that your blood was freezing under your skin?

"May I ask what's intrigued you so much to return?" You feel this breath on your cheeks, his nose close to yours as he leaned in, the air in your lungs seizing as you held it all to yourself.

Your fingers itched to grab the small bundle you had brought with you, the one you had failed to give these past weeks.

He watched the movement, his eyes quickly darting over to the small package concealed in a piece of dirtied cloth.

"Is this yours?" He reached over and grabbed it, examining its shabby shape as you meekly nodded once more, your mouth too dry to give him a proper response.

He glanced back over to you, truly studying you. Your clothes were dirty, mud and dirt clinging to your skin, holes littering the soles of your shoes. Your hair was clumped together and nails were outgrown from their beds.

He had been familiarized with the nearby village, having ransacked it multiple times. He knew the women well, their appearances were far more important than anything else. If you were from there it was obvious you were one of their outcasts, if the skin clinging to your bones would say anything.

He kept an eye on you as you coughed again, blood specking the palm of your hand as you wiped it on your pants, embarrassed and more honestly terrified to look at him, opting to gape at the ground.

He turned the lump of fabric around in his hand, weighing it and sniffing it as if to sense what was inside. A foul smell flew under his nose, and he winced as he quickly went to open it, his inquisitiveness taking over.

The fabric was flimsy and wasn't tied hard enough, falling away as he peeled it back.

Small tomatoes and pieces of lettuce tumbled out, some parts of them molded as they fell to his feet.

"I apologize, my lord, they are not of the best quality." You explained and he scoffed, taking the small vegetables and squishing it between his fingers, turning back to you as he took you by the collar, lifting it up so that you would be face to face with him.

"Were those for me?" His head tilted again, a small pout overtaking his smile as he watched you struggle to come up with words to say.

"Have you been watching me these past few weeks just to give me rotten vegetables?"

He watched in clear amusement as you sniffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, hands quivering as you kept them balled by your side.

"Did that really sound like a good idea to you?" His grip on your collar tightened, and you gasp as he lifted you once more, your feet dangling as you tried to get back down.

Sukuna looked at you, the tears welling in your eyes, the tomatoes, and lettuce as his feet looking back up at him as he strangled you, your fingers weakling attempting to grab at his clenching fists.

"I'm s-sorry," You choked out, "It's all I h-had." Some bloodied spit landed on his face and he grimaced, dropping you immediately to wipe it off.

You couldn't muster up a groan as you felt your ankle crack from the pressure, only having enough strength to try to crawl away.

This isn't how you wanted to die, not alone and at the hands of the curse of death himself. Not when you wanted to see the countryside, to sail in those things they called ships. Not on the ground of a forest, you stumbled upon one day, your kind heart killing you eventually.

And all Sukuna did was watch the pitiful scene, eyebrows drawing together as he saw your crumpled form sit at the stump of a tree, your ankle bent the wrong way, your eyes barely open as you went in and out of consciences.

Who were you? Surely not a girl of any importance. He would have already bedded you had you been one. You were poor, perhaps worse than that, yet you managed to bring him portions of your food.

Even in the coldest of winters, he had watched the village chief struggle to give up a third of his meals to honor him, yet an insignificant girl like you who obviously needed the wasted vegetables more than anything was offering it to him.

Should he kill you here? Make it painless? It seemed that your health was already declining, your bloody coughs enough proof for him. He'd be putting you out of your misery if he did it now.

But walking towards you, his nails turned into the claws he was so used to, kneeling down once more to your slumped form, he couldn't seem to do it.

You couldn't even lift your head to beg for your life, but you tried to bring up your fist that paled in size to his, curling it around one of his fingers as you tried to push him away.

And his nails were right there, right at the base of your throat, ready to slit, but he felt the little bit of heat as you sickly gripped him, the little tear droplets wetting his skin as he retracted his hand.

He stared at the top of your head, watching as your hand fell to your side, your body too weak to keep it up anymore.

And he grumbled to himself, saying things such that he wasn't fucking enough people and his mind was going crazy, cupping your knees as he lifted you gently up, supporting your head with the palm of his hand as he brought you back to the village.

He could have killed you even then as he was entering the gates, but you had held onto his shirt so tightly that he could barely lift his finger to do such a thing.

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You awoke in one of the alleyways, your head lolling to the side as you groaned, your bleary vision not making out many things.

Dim candlelight shone from behind you, and turning around you saw the infamous infirmary of our village, and you stumbled trying to get up, a small and quiet cry falling as you put too much weight on your ankle, gripping the sides of the walls as you tried to steady yourself.

You could barely remember the previous events of the night, but you could barely think as you pushed your way through the door, the two healers jumping in surprise as fell to the floor.

It was a small shack, barely bigger than two rooms, but you had heard many stories of all the wonders that happened inside here. A small whicker of hope ignited in your chest. Maybe they could heal your ankle, maybe even you cough?

One of them tried to help you up but your body fell to the other side, and you heard muffled talking as the two of them spoke in hushed whispers on what to do.

"She's weak, too weak, we can't do much," You made out the woman say, and something else was added but you couldn't catch it. The other one was silent for a minute before he replied.

"Just throw her out. They die anyway. We need the space for the ones who matter." And though you wanted to open your mouth and cry out for their help, that you did matter, at least you did at one point.

But no matter how hard you wanted to, you couldn't do much as they harshly lifted you by the elbows dragging you out and throwing you right back where you were.

You thudded to the ground, your already broken ankle damaged more and you felt tears of pain spring in your eyes. It was night, maybe early in the morning, and the season of fall was coming closer and closer to your village, the crisp air biting at your barley-covered skin.

You shuddered, and it took some time for you to pull yourself up, using the wall as support once more as you traveled up ahead, knowing that your shabby home wouldn't be too far away.

It was a painful journey, but you eventually tumbled into the little shack you made a while back. Three pieces of wooden plans were balanced on each other, a scrawny blanket resembling rags rested on top to protect you from the elements.

You heaved a sigh as you relaxed on the dirt floor, leaning your back gently as you reached into your pocket to grab one of the tomatoes you had saved,

But it came back empty, and you remember that they were littered on that forest floor far from where you were.

And so with an empty stomach and burning bones, you tried your best to nod off to sleep.

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Months passed by and Sukuna had almost forgotten about the girl in the woods, and he had no intention of remembering her again.

He kept up with his usual routine; taking home men and women from the villages he conquered easily, fighting the pesky sorcerers that came by once in a while, and retreated back to his room once he repeated those things over and over again.

It had been a ruling winter, and even for a curse like him he had to admit the cold was biting and cruel, and he laughed at the thought of how bad it must have been for those humans.

The people who lived and served at his temple all shivered as they made him his food and cleaned the floors, but even they were spared with the walls that surrounded him.

One night, he restlessly wandered around the halls, his bare feet padding on the marble floors as he looked around, glancing out of the windows as the moon stared back restlessly at him.

He went back to his room to retrieve his robs, shrugging them on as he grabbed his sword, saying nothing as he made his way out, hungry for another village to ransack and take for his name.

It didn't take him a while until he found one, but to much dismay, he remembered the oak gates that lead into it, and if he was being honest the people weren't the best when it came to a good fuck.

Though nonetheless, he strolled through, and some of the strangers who were bundled in their own winter clothing shrieked, ducking for cover as he made his way through.

The snow that fell from the sky did nothing to him, but it littered the ground in a stark white, and it crunched under his feet as he made his way to the brothel house he had been familiarized with so long ago.

As he entered the women who had been at the front jumped up, their faces pailing as he towered over them, looking around for a couple of people he intended to bring back to his temple.

He looked for another while, some faces familiar but others not so much as he pointed to them silently, and they knew what it meant as they stepped forward, not looking him in the eye as they feared it would get them killed.

The ordeal didn't last for long, and as he left, the chosen ones took it as a sign to trek behind him, worriedly looking at each other.

He made his way out, some spectators washing wordlessly from their windows as he passed by.

Sukuna paused when he heard hurried footsteps from behind him, and a small body thumped down in front of him, the person on their hands and knees as they shuddered from the winter winds.

"My lord! It is an honor having you here! Please," The village chief shakily looked up, wincing when he saw the curse looking down at him with interest, "I have even better women if you so desire! Men, if you want! These ones are cheap, nothing like the best we offer!" The man knew well that if Sukuna was displeased he could very well take that upon his village, head heard the rumors.

Sukuna looked at the ones he had picked, their fur coats clinging to their skins as they looked down, and then to the large hut, the chief lived at.

"Show me them." He ordered, and the little man jumped up, bowing as he lead Sukuna to the destination, leaving the other women stranded as they went in search of others.

It was a quiet walk, and Sukuna preferred that over the mousey man speaking his head off.

They were nearly there when Sukuna saw a flash of color, something that had stuck in his mind no matter how hard he had tried to get rid of it.

He narrowed his eyes, seeing a slumped figure curled at the wall, their legs brought up to their chest as they slept.

He wished deep inside that the person was only asleep, and nothing worse.

He strayed away from the man as he went towards them, crouching down as he sat in front of the person, lifting their chin up with his forefinger as he came in view with a familiar face.

The girl in the woods, the one with the rotten vegetables.

Your cheeks had cuts on them, some fresh, some old. Your ankle, the one he remembered being badly broken, was still at an odd angle, though he recalled clearly that he had dropped you off at the infirmary to get it taken care of.

He ran his thumb across your skin, and to no surprise, you were freezing to the touch. Your shredded clothing doing barely anything to help you from the cold.

He raised two fingers to the pulse point at your neck, and somewhere in him relaxed when he found one.

The fingers that so weakly grabbed your knees were shaking fervently, and he took off his robe as he draped it across your shoulders.

"This one is barely alive, my lord, you can kill her if you wish," The man peeped from the corner and Sukuna had to control himself not to kill him in front of you.

"I promise that the ones I have to show you are much, much better than her!" He chuckled awkwardly as Sukuna sat still, his fingers gingerly gripping your chin as he tried to coax you to wake up.

"One of my men was supposed to get rid of her the past fortnight, it seems that he forgot," He muttered mostly to himself, his nose wrinkling from your stench.

"It's vermin like this that must be rid of!" He said fiercely, almost comically, and Sukuna's hold on your arm tightened as he gently tried to wake you up to no avail.

You were alive, he told himself, you had to be.

"My lord, it must not be comfortable for you in this cold, come and-" He could barely finish his sentence before Sukuna had slit his throat, his body dropping to the floor as he tried to stop the bleeding.

The ground beneath him stained red, but all Sukuna could care about was getting to you, a strange urge overtaking him as he spoke to you in a quiet tone.

"Can you open your eyes?" He whispered, a strange thing for him, but he hoped that it would get you to wake up.

You shivered quietly, your lips and teeth trembling against each other as you slowly shook your head, but that much let him sigh in relief, running his thumb across your cheek as he supported your head in his hand.

"Can you try?" His red eyes focused on the way your bruised eye twitched, but slowly you creaked open your other one, and his chest eased.

"There you go," He coaxed, going on his knees as he carefully picked you up, just as he had done that day, wrapping the robe around you tighter and you shifted into the warmth he offered.

You were so light he feared he'd break you, but you seemed appreciative of the help, curling in his arms as you tried to hide the skin left without any clothing covered with your hands.

Your bones poked out from underneath your skin, and for once in his lifetime Sukuna was terrified of the fact that they would breakthrough.

"Do you remember me?" He asked as he walked out of the village, ignoring the shocked gasps and the murmured voices as they saw you in his arms.

You barely nodded, but you gripped onto the fabric covering his torso, and his gaze softened, shocking him and perhaps the world around.

"What is your name?" He tried to keep his nails away from your fragile skin in fear of cutting you, and he had to lean his head down to hear your faint voice.

"Y-y," You gulped for some air, "Y/n." And Sukuna had never been happier to hear a sound, your voice easing the worries he had of you being dead, and he walked faster towards his temple.

"Do you prefer anything to eat?" He looked at your skeletal body and you tried to shrug, but it was too difficult so you just stayed limp.

"Soup," You attempted to say but you coughed, trying to cover your mouth with your fist, and Sukuna saw the specks of blood that sprayed your skin.

"Soup," he nodded to himself, "Is that all?" He had left the village now and was nearing his temple.

"Yes," You muttered softly, "My teeth," You paused to cough, "They do not work well anymore." Sukuna shifted his hold on your head, his hands tightening their grip on you as he went uphill.

Why did his chest hurt so much? Why did it feel like guilt was eating him alive? What were you doing to him?

When he entered through the double doors an influx of maids came rushing in, ready to prep the men and women he had selected only to be met with a frail girl curled into the massive curses chest.

They looked uncertainly at each other as he moved past them, turning the corner to move through the halls, stopping at his door as he pushed it open.

Inside he saw his two most trusted servants, and they rushed towards him, taking you from his arms as they brought you to the bath.

"Be careful with her," He warned, his tone wavering when he heard you whimper, "Anything and I'll crack your skulls under my feet." The two women fervently nodded, handling you with more care as they lead you to the separate rooms.

Sukuna watched as it all happened.

What was he doing?

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Once you had been washed through and properly helped by one of his healers, they lead you to the dining hall, and you still had to blink and repeat to yourself what was happening to keep yourself from going insane.

They sat you in a chair, a random hand placing a steaming bowl in front of you as they left you to eat.

You quite frankly had no idea what happened in the past hour, but it had been a while since you had been in the comfort of a home with food in front of you, and so you put it past yourself as you began to bring a shaky hand to grasp the spoon.

Your arms were too weak from weeks of barely any use, and you had brought the spoon close to your mouth only to lose grasp of it and spill it on yourself.

You heard some noise around you, and you slowly glanced around you, the women who helped clean you covering their mouths with their hands as their shoulders shook, soft giggles spilling from their lips as they watched you attempt to eat the soup.

Embarrassment took over your senses, but you found a napkin near your left and patted your robes, trying to get the stains off.

Going to grab the spoon again, you gave yourself a couple of seconds to flex your hand before you brought it up to your lips. You had put it in but the heat of it you were unprepared for, and you spit it out quickly from your mouth before it burnt the rest of your tongue.

The snickering from around you only got louder, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying in humiliation.

You should have blown on it, you told yourself, but it had been so long since you had actually had something warmed up that it must have slipped your mind.

You dabbed the table with the napkin to clean up some of the stains, and the silence around you should have told you that there was a change in atmosphere, but you only realized that when you felt a looming figure behind you.

"Is everything alright?"

His voice you remembered well. It was deep, ominous, but it also calmed you down. For it had been he who saved you from the bitter cold and nobody else.

You quickly dropped to your knees, albeit, slowly from how undernourished you were, kissing his feet as you kept your face hidden.

"My lord," Your hands shook, "Thank you, bless you, thank you, I cannot express my gratitude. I will do anything you ask, I am in your debt forever, my lord..." You rambled on but stopped when you felt a strong force tugging you up by the arm.

"Enough of this," He clicked his tongue as he pushed you back in the chair, and you huffed out a cough when he pulled out the chair diagonal from you, his fingers webbed with each other as he stared at you.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked, his eyebrow cocked upwards and you gave him a swift nod, your shaky hands back at trying to grab the spoon, but from the fear of being watched by him, it slipped out of your hold once more and fell in the soup, splattering even more across your clothing.

The soft laughter from the women could be heard, and you looked at them from the corner of your eyes, chest sinking with onslaught discomfiture as the most powerful curse in creation watched you struggle to pick up a spoon.

"I apologize, my lord," Your boney fingers went to clutch it again, and you opted to just close your fist around it as you dipped it in, bringing your face close to it as you gently blew on the steam, bringing it to your mouth as you let it slip down your throat.

It had been so, so long since you had eaten something like this. Tears sprung in your eyes and you had no power over them as you quickly shoveled more into your mouth, not caring anymore how hot it was for your stomach kept begging for it.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna looked back from you to the two giggling maids, aggravation creeping in on him as he watched them laugh at you hungrily eating your meal.

"....like a wild animal," One of the girls whispered to the other and they snickered, having to seal their mouths shut when they caught Sukuna's eye.

You couldn't listen to them anymore through your rumbling stomach, but you stopped every once and while to grab the piece of bread laid out to your side, biting into it quickly as you chewed.

You had forgotten about your loose tooth, and as you chewed you heard a crack and before you knew it the small tooth tumbled out of your mouth and onto the table.

You quickly grabbed the napkin, holding it up to your gums to stop the onslaught of bleeding, but from the gasp of disgust to the clacking of your spoon against the oak table distracted you and the bloody napkin fell from your hand.

You quickly stood up, trying to find another napkin, but there was nothing, so you just cupped your hand over your mouth as you looked around for any help.

He was going to kill you here, you told yourself as you watched Sukuna stand up from his chair, a pall cast over his face as he made his way to you, he's disgusted by me.

His hand was nearing your body and you wrung your eyes shut, ready for his talons to slash through your skin, but you only felt calloused fingers grips your shoulder, leading you out of the room as he took you somewhere else.

He silently took you into another room, shutting the door quickly behind him as he ordered the servants inside to fetch him a pitcher of water and gauze.

Your hand never left your mouth, even as the blood poured out of it in fear of what he would do, but the kindness in his hold on your elbow startled you.

The servants cast each other looks as they brought him the things he asked for, and they watched observantly from the doorway as he ordered them out.

He dunks the gauze strips in the water, writing it back in the pitcher as he brought it to your face.

You still kept your hand there, but he gently grasped it, bringing it away from your face as he placed the gauze where your tooth used to be.

He could tell that you were missing other ones, and he noted to himself to only serve you softer food from now on.

Your hand laid in your lap, and you just shut your eyes as you let the curse do whatever he wanted, his fingers holding your mouth open as he gingerly dabbed the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Does it hurt badly?" He asked when he finished, the gauzes never coming back bloody as he poured you a cup of water, observing you intently as you shook your head.

"No, my lord, I am okay. I apologize for the inconvenience. I did not mean for it to happen."

Of course, you didn't, he wanted to say.

"Are any of your other teeth lose?"He asked and you nodded slowly, not opening your mouth despite the fact that he had already seen the ones you lost.

"How many?" He had never asked so many questions in the span of one night, but Sukuna needed to know. You should have been healed by his healer.

you counted in your head, running your tongue around and noting the ones that were about to fall, and kept your head down as you spoke.

"Three more, my lord." In addition to ones already gone that would make an eventual eight.

He shut his eyes thinking. He didn't say anything for a while, and you looked around the four walls as he thought silently to himself.

There was a bed in the corner, and it had been the first time in years you had seen one. It seemed benign; as if you'd float if you were to sleep on it.

"I'll have the healer look at you once again tomorrow," He concluded and all you could do was silently agree, not knowing what else to do.

He noticed your wandering eyes, how they seemed stuck on the object being him, and he glanced back at the small servants' bed.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?" Oh, how you longed to sleep. You had been sleeping all these past few weeks, but it wasn't really sleeping. You were getting closer and closer to death, but all you could do was shut your eyes and hope that it came peacefully.

"It's no worries, my lord, I can sleep right where I am," You assured him, patting the chair as you tried to relax into it but his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at your worries.

"Nonsense. Come with me," He walked towards the door, and your eyes shot open, not having enough time to get out and follow him as he paced much more quickly than you did.

He lead you through a maze of halls, and it wasn't long before you stopped in front of another door, much similar to the others.

He opened it and you had to hold your chest at the view that lay before you.

A massive bed, much bigger than your body sat in the middle. It was so big that you felt your inner child scream in delight at the sight. Was this even possible? It was unfair to have such a bed so big when you would only take up a fourth of it.

"You sleep here. Any issues and you tell one of the maids, understood?"

You quickly nodded, finger itching to feel the blanket, something you had lost the feeling of after a while.

"Yes, my lord. I understand."

And Sukuna stuttered to speak. He never did before. But how could he not when under the look of your kind eyes, the toothy smile that made its way across your beautiful face that could light up galaxies to come?

How could he not when his heart hammered so tightly in the limited space of his ribcage?

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Everybody would raise their silent questions, but they would be answered when the curse made his way back home, covered in blood and mud, back to your room, knocking before he entered.

"What are you doing?" He'd ask one day, watching you in the corner of the room, using a small knife to nick away at a block of wood.

You looked up, a small smile making its way on your face, the same one that made him forget who he was before you answered him back.

"I'm making sculptures, see," You turned your chair around so that your table came more in view.

All along the top, he saw little things, a wooden flower, a little horse. Each was delicately made, and seeing how you grinned at them he could only bet that you had made them.

"What for?" He walked over to you, examining the little pieces before he placed them back down.

"The maids, the servants. They have helped me so much, that I wanted to give them something back." You explained, and Sukuna felt him smile at your words.

"Of course, I'll make you one once these are all done with," You quickly added, worried it would have offended him due to his extended hospitality.

He glanced at the little bird you had made, turning it around in his hand as he placed it in his pocket, looking at you for permission even though you wouldn't have said anything to disagree.

"I can make a bigger one if you want, my lord. I can make a bear, or an owl, that one has a small dent in it." You brought out another slab of wood, ready to carve whatever he requested, but he just shrugged.

"This one will do."

"Oh, well, alright, if you say so," You chewed on your bottom lip, worried that it would break easily.

He gripped your chin in his fingers as he lifted your face up to his, his thumb near your cheeks as his breath fanned over your skin.

"My lord?"

Your breathing stopped, your eyes staring back at his. He was beautiful, you thought to yourself. How could he not be? His red eyes were so enticing, the tattoos that littered his skin adding to his persona.

"Thank you," He breathed out, and you tilted your head to the side, a questioning smile growing on your lips.

"For what, my lord? The statue was small, I can do much better, I promise-" He shook his head, falling down on his knees so that he wouldn't tower so much over you.

"For the food, you had brought me that one day. I was unaware. Thank you." You tried to think back on what he was referring to, and your mind brought you back to the tomatoes and lettuce you had laid out for him, and you laughed gently at it.

"They were rotten, it was barely anything." You leaned your face deeper in his hold, not knowing what you were doing but enjoying the softness his palm felt on your skin.

"I still appreciate it, Y/n, no matter what condition it was. To think I almost," He choked at the thought, your face flashing in his mind and he dropped his hand, tears pricking at his eyes.

"Of course, Sukuna, anything for you."

And this time you held his giant hand in yours, closing both hands around one as you smiled gently at him, sitting down so that he wouldn't feel alone.

"Thank you for saving me, that night, I would have died by morning if not for you." Sukuna's grip tightened, protectiveness taking over at the thought of that.

"Anything for you, Y/n, anything for you." He brought your palm to your lips as he pressed a delicate kiss to it, and your smile grew.

"I," He paused, letting you go as he took a step back, "Never mind. I'll come back soon after this mission. Stay safe, alright?"

And he left without saying anything else, leaving you alone with your running mind as he turned walked down the hall, the sword growing heavy in his hand with the added thought of having something to return to.

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You didn't know much when it came to Sukuna, nor the kindness he showed you.

It was strange, out of ordinary, but you wouldn't complain about it when it very well saved your life.

You heard the murmurs of the people around you whenever you walked through the temple, the gazes of pity and jealousy they honed when you ate dinner with him.

You could tell that you weren't wanted, but you tried very hard to show that you weren't totally useless.

Some days you would help clean the floors and rooms, and others you'd help them cook the flood or clean the alter. They never spoke t you, only giving you glances filled with unreadable expressions, but they were never opposed to giving you most of their load.

You knew what they were doing, but you never voiced it. You were lucky to be alive, and you would do anything to pay them back.

"He doesn't love you, you know." One of the maids, Hatsu, you had come to learn, told you.

You dropped the pants you had been folding in surprise and peeked up.

"I'm sorry?" Her teeth showed when she gave you a small smile, shock overtaking her expression as she feigned worry.

"He's done this with many women, Y/n, you're not the first. You certainly won't be the last, either." She added, mumbling to herself, and your cheeks heated, shaking your head in disagreement.

"Oh my, he doesn't! He is just being..." You couldn't finish that sentence for you knew it would travel around if the people heard you called the cursed kind.

"Caring? Of course, he is, Y/n, how else would he bed a virgin such as yourself. He loves them more than anything. He wants his legacy to live on forever." She further explained and you felt your throat closing up the more she spoke.

"Kame, aren't I right?" She called her friend over, smiling viciously over your crestfallen face.

"That's how he is, Y/n. Naive girls, innocent ones, ones who have never been touched before. You're probably the best he's seen. What was it, the first thing you did when you saw him, cry?" Kame and Hatsu shared a grin, "No wonder he's so enthralled by you."

"H-he's never, all he's been is-"

"Devoted? Compassionate? What else would he be? Honestly, Y/n, don't you ever use that head of yours?" She flicked your forehead roughly and Kame snickered as your lips trembled.

"He kills them all afterward, too," Hastu told you, "He doesn't like them once they're ruined."

"I," you stood up shakily, chest heaving as you tried making your way out of the cleaning room, "I have to leave. Please excuse me,"

And all you could do was run out, out towards your room, lungs heavy, heart bleeding as you opened the door as quickly as you could have.

You didn't know what to do. You knew it was too good. He was too kind, too thoughtful. He was going to fuck you and then kill you, of course, he would. What use did he have with someone of your sorts, you had nothing to offer him.

He would be returning any day now, and you had to push out his kind words from your mind as you began to pack a bag, shoveling the small amount of clothing you owned, some apples you kept by your tableside to snack on.

You were in a rush as you scribbled a note to the servants, heart hammering away in fear as you flew just as quickly out the door, still putting your shoes on as you ran out the door of the temple, the mids all staring in happiness as you made your way down the hill, your running figure leaving view as you made your way into the thickness of the forest.

"Finally," Kame bumped her shoulder into Hatsu's as she made her way back in, "I was getting tired of taking care of his bitch."

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Sukuna returned only a handful of days later, shoulder heavy with a fight, chest bruised and hands aching, but as he neared his temple his mood lightened, eyes crinkling around the corner as he returned with the thought of you in his mind.

Entering his home he was greeted with silence and the occasional stare of the maid. He picked up on their chatters but paid it no mind as he made his way quickly to the familiar door.

He had to suppress the growing smile on his face as he dug out the flowers from the pocket of his robes. They had been smashed a little on his journey back, but they were still intact nonetheless.

He knocked once, waiting to hear the voice he had been longing to hear for the past couple of weeks.

When he got no reply, he knocked once more.

"Y/n," He cleared his throat, "I am back. If you may, I have something for you."

He waited and still got no response.

Perhaps you were asleep, he thought to himself.

"I will open the door now. I have to get some things taken care of quickly, I just need to give you..." And once the door swung open he was greeted to a grizzly sight.

Your table was messy, the cabinet shelves were outdrawn, your bed was not made. He knew you were keen on riding things up, and so this was out of the ordinary. Terrifyingly so.

He found a small note on your table, but he couldn't read any of it through his blurry mind, running out as he called your name hopelessly.

"Y/n? Y/n!" He ran out, calling your name, looking wildly around as he ran down the hall, looking in every room, every corner his temple offered, but you were nowhere to be found.

"My lord," He heard one of the girls call out and he stopped, crazily looking at her through his crazed eyes and she took a step back.

"Y/n is gone, we've been looking for her this past day, we can't-"

"Why was I not told?"

His voice was so calm, so dreadfully calm that Kame took another step back.

"Hm?" He walked towards her, not caring of her please as rage overtook him, her heart coming clean out as he dropped her body like a sack on the floor, continuing his search for you as he made his way out.

For hours he ran through the forest, seeing little footprints that resembled yours but found you to no avail.

At dawn, he sank to his knees, the trees surrounding him chanting at him for his loss, for his failure, for the fact that he could only be a curse and capable of nothing else except killing.

How could he love? He was no man. He was Ryomen Sukuna, and that's all he would be known for. But he wanted you, your loving heart, your caring smile, the way you lit up his world in ways he never imagined.

And for the first time in his life, he felt tears fall from his eyes, the salty feeling biting at his cheeks as he kept looking for you through his blurred vision.

He found you once, didn't he? He'd just have to find you once more.

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He made his way through an opening and saw the oak gates that lead to your village.

It had been days since he last went looking for you, and he was sure that this would be the place you could be. It had to be. he didn't know what to do if you weren't here.

As usual, he heard the screams of people when they saw the four-armed monster, but he ran everywhere he thought you would be, your old three wood house ruined from the last time he saw it.

And as he looked around more he stumbled into the town square, and in the middle, he saw the hanging post, people backing into their homes as he continued his search.

Sukuna was more and more lost as he looked around, ready to give up and go back in the forest when he saw a familiar flash of color.

Right there, in the middle of everybody, was you.

Your head hung down, a noose hanging from around your neck as you dangled in the air.

Time stopped as he made his way towards your body, heart stopping when he got to you.

For once, you were head to head with him without trying, but he didn't know what to do as he hung desperately to your chest, his arms encircling your waist as he held you tightly to him.

"Oh, Y/n," he muttered into your skin, your cold skin freezing his, "Oh, Y/n."

He read the sign to the side: Traitors and Killers, and he looked back at you. You were none of those things. You had never killed, and all you asked for in return was life.

Was that really a traitorous thing to ask for?

He took you down from the stand, carrying your body out of your village as he took you to the woods.

He stopped at the river, the same place he saw you for the first time, and began digging your grave.

There were many things he wish he had done differently. He wished he could have told you that he would have burnt the world down for you if you asked, that you held his heart in your hands and he had no intention of asking for it back.

But he couldn't and so all he could do was place little flowers around the soil in which you lied under.

When all you were was freshly dug dirt, he turned his back and made his way back to the village.

The sun shone the day he found you died, and the moon shone even brighter when he killed them all.

𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮

summary: you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he sees you he can’t get you rid of his mind.

paring: sukuna x f!reader

genre: angst, soft love, little bits of fluff, angst with no happy ending

warnings: blood, gruesome death, talks of sex and taking virginity, character death

word count: 7k+

jjk masterlist

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“Do you intend on staring the entire time?”

The hair on your neck rose, your breath catching in your throat as you hear him call out.

Surely he couldn’t have seen you. You had tried to hide decently well into the background of the forest.

“Your act of concealment is rather pitiful, you know.” His voice disparaged you once more, and from the sliver of opening the bushes allowed you saw him look over his shoulder, staring directly at you as he raised an eyebrow.

“Come out, human.” You, for the first time, hear the real command in his voice, the one that terrified the men in your village, the ones who came back from battle and laid awake at night with it echoing in the solitude of their minds.

You gave it a couple seconds, and when you saw him vanish from the spot he had been near the river bank you panicked, looking around everywhere to see where he had gone.

You felt a rush of air wisp behind you, and you whipped your head around to see a large hand circle around your throat, long, claw-like nails digging into your skin as he effortlessly raised you from the ground.

You felt the voice in your head mock you for your stupidity, the idea alone of spying on the curse everybody feared an idiotic idea. But you were curious, too curious for your own good, and the first time you saw him you were fascinated.

Here he seemed like the monster everybody made him out to be. Blood from his previous victims splattered across his face, red eyes boring into yours as he assessed the person in front of him, large muscles flexing as he turned you around, gawking at you like an animal in a cage.

But the first time you saw him, he drew you in, and perhaps that would be the sole reason for your demise. The sun shone shined splendidly that day, reflecting off the water beneath him, his skin shining bright as he delicately cleaned his dirtied clothes in peace.

You hadn’t meant to run into him that day, but you couldn’t rest seeing him act so human, so normally, after every rumor, you had heard.

You now wish you had listened to them.

“You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow perched as you meekly grabbed at his hand, begging him to loosen his grip.

His eyes trailed down to your gaping mouth, eyes widening with the lack of air, and his grip loosed, dropping you roughly to the ground, giving you a couple of seconds to failingly come up on your arms, coughing as you rubbed weakly at your neck, trying to ease to soreness away.

He dropped down to his knees, crouching down at your side as he waited for you to recover, in no rush as you hacked away.

“I asked you a question.” He reminded you and you fearfully looked up, eyes filled with tears as you weakly nodded, your chapped lips trembling in dread.

“Is that a yes?” His lips upturned in a small and taunting smile, his sharpened teeth gleaming back at you as you gulped, clearing your throat as you tried your best to respond.

“Yes, yes,” You looked at the grass beneath you, anything but the figure of death in front of you, “I have been here before, my lord.“

He kept his eyes locked on yours, his look never shifting from one to the other, keeping natural as if to frighten you even more.

Would anybody care if you had been killed out in the woods today? Would anybody come looking if you went missing?

"Is it you who’s been watching me these past weeks?” He asked, and even on the ground sitting in front of you he shadowed your crumpled form, and you wiped some of the slobber from your lips before you spoke again.

“I apologize, my lord.” Your fingers shook far too much, could he tell? Could he see that your blood was freezing under your skin?

“May I ask what’s intrigued you so much to return?” You feel this breath on your cheeks, his nose close to yours as he leaned in, the air in your lungs seizing as you held it all to yourself.

Your fingers itched to grab the small bundle you had brought with you, the one you had failed to give these past weeks.

He watched the movement, his eyes quickly darting over to the small package concealed in a piece of dirtied cloth.

“Is this yours?” He reached over and grabbed it, examining its shabby shape as you meekly nodded once more, your mouth too dry to give him a proper response.

He glanced back over to you, truly studying you. Your clothes were dirty, mud and dirt clinging to your skin, holes littering the soles of your shoes. Your hair was clumped together and nails were outgrown from their beds.

He had been familiarized with the nearby village, having ransacked it multiple times. He knew the women well, their appearances were far more important than anything else. If you were from there it was obvious you were one of their outcasts, if the skin clinging to your bones would say anything.

He kept an eye on you as you coughed again, blood specking the palm of your hand as you wiped it on your pants, embarrassed and more honestly terrified to look at him, opting to gape at the ground.

He turned the lump of fabric around in his hand, weighing it and sniffing it as if to sense what was inside. A foul smell flew under his nose, and he winced as he quickly went to open it, his inquisitiveness taking over.

The fabric was flimsy and wasn’t tied hard enough, falling away as he peeled it back.

Small tomatoes and pieces of lettuce tumbled out, some parts of them molded as they fell to his feet.

“I apologize, my lord, they are not of the best quality.” You explained and he scoffed, taking the small vegetables and squishing it between his fingers, turning back to you as he took you by the collar, lifting it up so that you would be face to face with him.

“Were those for me?” His head tilted again, a small pout overtaking his smile as he watched you struggle to come up with words to say.

“Have you been watching me these past few weeks just to give me rotten vegetables?”

He watched in clear amusement as you sniffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, hands quivering as you kept them balled by your side.

“Did that really sound like a good idea to you?” His grip on your collar tightened, and you gasp as he lifted you once more, your feet dangling as you tried to get back down.

Sukuna looked at you, the tears welling in your eyes, the tomatoes, and lettuce as his feet looking back up at him as he strangled you, your fingers weakling attempting to grab at his clenching fists.

“I’m s-sorry,” You choked out, “It’s all I h-had.” Some bloodied spit landed on his face and he grimaced, dropping you immediately to wipe it off.

You couldn’t muster up a groan as you felt your ankle crack from the pressure, only having enough strength to try to crawl away.

This isn’t how you wanted to die, not alone and at the hands of the curse of death himself. Not when you wanted to see the countryside, to sail in those things they called ships. Not on the ground of a forest, you stumbled upon one day, your kind heart killing you eventually.

And all Sukuna did was watch the pitiful scene, eyebrows drawing together as he saw your crumpled form sit at the stump of a tree, your ankle bent the wrong way, your eyes barely open as you went in and out of consciences.

Who were you? Surely not a girl of any importance. He would have already bedded you had you been one. You were poor, perhaps worse than that, yet you managed to bring him portions of your food.

Even in the coldest of winters, he had watched the village chief struggle to give up a third of his meals to honor him, yet an insignificant girl like you who obviously needed the wasted vegetables more than anything was offering it to him.

Should he kill you here? Make it painless? It seemed that your health was already declining, your bloody coughs enough proof for him. He’d be putting you out of your misery if he did it now.

But walking towards you, his nails turned into the claws he was so used to, kneeling down once more to your slumped form, he couldn’t seem to do it.

You couldn’t even lift your head to beg for your life, but you tried to bring up your fist that paled in size to his, curling it around one of his fingers as you tried to push him away.

And his nails were right there, right at the base of your throat, ready to slit, but he felt the little bit of heat as you sickly gripped him, the little tear droplets wetting his skin as he retracted his hand.

He stared at the top of your head, watching as your hand fell to your side, your body too weak to keep it up anymore.

And he grumbled to himself, saying things such that he wasn’t fucking enough people and his mind was going crazy, cupping your knees as he lifted you gently up, supporting your head with the palm of his hand as he brought you back to the village.

He could have killed you even then as he was entering the gates, but you had held onto his shirt so tightly that he could barely lift his finger to do such a thing.

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𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮

summary: you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he sees you he can’t get you rid of his mind.

paring: sukuna x f!reader

genre: angst, soft love, little bits of fluff, angst with no happy ending

warnings: blood, gruesome death, talks of sex and taking virginity, character death

word count: 7k+

jjk masterlist

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“Do you intend on staring the entire time?”

The hair on your neck rose, your breath catching in your throat as you hear him call out.

Surely he couldn’t have seen you. You had tried to hide decently well into the background of the forest.

“Your act of concealment is rather pitiful, you know.” His voice disparaged you once more, and from the sliver of opening the bushes allowed you saw him look over his shoulder, staring directly at you as he raised an eyebrow.

“Come out, human.” You, for the first time, hear the real command in his voice, the one that terrified the men in your village, the ones who came back from battle and laid awake at night with it echoing in the solitude of their minds.

You gave it a couple seconds, and when you saw him vanish from the spot he had been near the river bank you panicked, looking around everywhere to see where he had gone.

You felt a rush of air wisp behind you, and you whipped your head around to see a large hand circle around your throat, long, claw-like nails digging into your skin as he effortlessly raised you from the ground.

You felt the voice in your head mock you for your stupidity, the idea alone of spying on the curse everybody feared an idiotic idea. But you were curious, too curious for your own good, and the first time you saw him you were fascinated.

Here he seemed like the monster everybody made him out to be. Blood from his previous victims splattered across his face, red eyes boring into yours as he assessed the person in front of him, large muscles flexing as he turned you around, gawking at you like an animal in a cage.

But the first time you saw him, he drew you in, and perhaps that would be the sole reason for your demise. The sun shone shined splendidly that day, reflecting off the water beneath him, his skin shining bright as he delicately cleaned his dirtied clothes in peace.

You hadn’t meant to run into him that day, but you couldn’t rest seeing him act so human, so normally, after every rumor, you had heard.

You now wish you had listened to them.

“You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow perched as you meekly grabbed at his hand, begging him to loosen his grip.

His eyes trailed down to your gaping mouth, eyes widening with the lack of air, and his grip loosed, dropping you roughly to the ground, giving you a couple of seconds to failingly come up on your arms, coughing as you rubbed weakly at your neck, trying to ease to soreness away.

He dropped down to his knees, crouching down at your side as he waited for you to recover, in no rush as you hacked away.

“I asked you a question.” He reminded you and you fearfully looked up, eyes filled with tears as you weakly nodded, your chapped lips trembling in dread.

“Is that a yes?” His lips upturned in a small and taunting smile, his sharpened teeth gleaming back at you as you gulped, clearing your throat as you tried your best to respond.

“Yes, yes,” You looked at the grass beneath you, anything but the figure of death in front of you, “I have been here before, my lord.“

He kept his eyes locked on yours, his look never shifting from one to the other, keeping natural as if to frighten you even more.

Would anybody care if you had been killed out in the woods today? Would anybody come looking if you went missing?

"Is it you who’s been watching me these past weeks?” He asked, and even on the ground sitting in front of you he shadowed your crumpled form, and you wiped some of the slobber from your lips before you spoke again.

“I apologize, my lord.” Your fingers shook far too much, could he tell? Could he see that your blood was freezing under your skin?

“May I ask what’s intrigued you so much to return?” You feel this breath on your cheeks, his nose close to yours as he leaned in, the air in your lungs seizing as you held it all to yourself.

Your fingers itched to grab the small bundle you had brought with you, the one you had failed to give these past weeks.

He watched the movement, his eyes quickly darting over to the small package concealed in a piece of dirtied cloth.

“Is this yours?” He reached over and grabbed it, examining its shabby shape as you meekly nodded once more, your mouth too dry to give him a proper response.

He glanced back over to you, truly studying you. Your clothes were dirty, mud and dirt clinging to your skin, holes littering the soles of your shoes. Your hair was clumped together and nails were outgrown from their beds.

He had been familiarized with the nearby village, having ransacked it multiple times. He knew the women well, their appearances were far more important than anything else. If you were from there it was obvious you were one of their outcasts, if the skin clinging to your bones would say anything.

He kept an eye on you as you coughed again, blood specking the palm of your hand as you wiped it on your pants, embarrassed and more honestly terrified to look at him, opting to gape at the ground.

He turned the lump of fabric around in his hand, weighing it and sniffing it as if to sense what was inside. A foul smell flew under his nose, and he winced as he quickly went to open it, his inquisitiveness taking over.

The fabric was flimsy and wasn’t tied hard enough, falling away as he peeled it back.

Small tomatoes and pieces of lettuce tumbled out, some parts of them molded as they fell to his feet.

“I apologize, my lord, they are not of the best quality.” You explained and he scoffed, taking the small vegetables and squishing it between his fingers, turning back to you as he took you by the collar, lifting it up so that you would be face to face with him.

“Were those for me?” His head tilted again, a small pout overtaking his smile as he watched you struggle to come up with words to say.

“Have you been watching me these past few weeks just to give me rotten vegetables?”

He watched in clear amusement as you sniffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, hands quivering as you kept them balled by your side.

“Did that really sound like a good idea to you?” His grip on your collar tightened, and you gasp as he lifted you once more, your feet dangling as you tried to get back down.

Sukuna looked at you, the tears welling in your eyes, the tomatoes, and lettuce as his feet looking back up at him as he strangled you, your fingers weakling attempting to grab at his clenching fists.

“I’m s-sorry,” You choked out, “It’s all I h-had.” Some bloodied spit landed on his face and he grimaced, dropping you immediately to wipe it off.

You couldn’t muster up a groan as you felt your ankle crack from the pressure, only having enough strength to try to crawl away.

This isn’t how you wanted to die, not alone and at the hands of the curse of death himself. Not when you wanted to see the countryside, to sail in those things they called ships. Not on the ground of a forest, you stumbled upon one day, your kind heart killing you eventually.

And all Sukuna did was watch the pitiful scene, eyebrows drawing together as he saw your crumpled form sit at the stump of a tree, your ankle bent the wrong way, your eyes barely open as you went in and out of consciences.

Who were you? Surely not a girl of any importance. He would have already bedded you had you been one. You were poor, perhaps worse than that, yet you managed to bring him portions of your food.

Even in the coldest of winters, he had watched the village chief struggle to give up a third of his meals to honor him, yet an insignificant girl like you who obviously needed the wasted vegetables more than anything was offering it to him.

Should he kill you here? Make it painless? It seemed that your health was already declining, your bloody coughs enough proof for him. He’d be putting you out of your misery if he did it now.

But walking towards you, his nails turned into the claws he was so used to, kneeling down once more to your slumped form, he couldn’t seem to do it.

You couldn’t even lift your head to beg for your life, but you tried to bring up your fist that paled in size to his, curling it around one of his fingers as you tried to push him away.

And his nails were right there, right at the base of your throat, ready to slit, but he felt the little bit of heat as you sickly gripped him, the little tear droplets wetting his skin as he retracted his hand.

He stared at the top of your head, watching as your hand fell to your side, your body too weak to keep it up anymore.

And he grumbled to himself, saying things such that he wasn’t fucking enough people and his mind was going crazy, cupping your knees as he lifted you gently up, supporting your head with the palm of his hand as he brought you back to the village.

He could have killed you even then as he was entering the gates, but you had held onto his shirt so tightly that he could barely lift his finger to do such a thing.

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This author is such a dangerous writer because they can make people feel thing fr. I was so enveloped in their story that my eyes swelled up 😭 Although sakuna is slightly out of the ordinary towards the middle, for all any of us know that's how he acts when he's in love. Because we've never ever ever seen him in love lol. Thank you so much for writing this!! My favorite part is when she gives him the rotten tomatoes 😭😭 and then later on as he's falling on his knees to see her better and so she can see him without having to look up- perfection omg. Thank you again! I hope to become as good of a writer eventually-

𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮

summary: you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he sees you he can’t get you rid of his mind.

paring: sukuna x f!reader

genre: angst, soft love, little bits of fluff, angst with no happy ending

warnings: blood, gruesome death, talks of sex and taking virginity, character death

word count: 7k+

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“Do you intend on staring the entire time?”

The hair on your neck rose, your breath catching in your throat as you hear him call out.

Surely he couldn’t have seen you. You had tried to hide decently well into the background of the forest.

“Your act of concealment is rather pitiful, you know.” His voice disparaged you once more, and from the sliver of opening the bushes allowed you saw him look over his shoulder, staring directly at you as he raised an eyebrow.

“Come out, human.” You, for the first time, hear the real command in his voice, the one that terrified the men in your village, the ones who came back from battle and laid awake at night with it echoing in the solitude of their minds.

You gave it a couple seconds, and when you saw him vanish from the spot he had been near the river bank you panicked, looking around everywhere to see where he had gone.

You felt a rush of air wisp behind you, and you whipped your head around to see a large hand circle around your throat, long, claw-like nails digging into your skin as he effortlessly raised you from the ground.

You felt the voice in your head mock you for your stupidity, the idea alone of spying on the curse everybody feared an idiotic idea. But you were curious, too curious for your own good, and the first time you saw him you were fascinated.

Here he seemed like the monster everybody made him out to be. Blood from his previous victims splattered across his face, red eyes boring into yours as he assessed the person in front of him, large muscles flexing as he turned you around, gawking at you like an animal in a cage.

But the first time you saw him, he drew you in, and perhaps that would be the sole reason for your demise. The sun shone shined splendidly that day, reflecting off the water beneath him, his skin shining bright as he delicately cleaned his dirtied clothes in peace.

You hadn’t meant to run into him that day, but you couldn’t rest seeing him act so human, so normally, after every rumor, you had heard.

You now wish you had listened to them.

“You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow perched as you meekly grabbed at his hand, begging him to loosen his grip.

His eyes trailed down to your gaping mouth, eyes widening with the lack of air, and his grip loosed, dropping you roughly to the ground, giving you a couple of seconds to failingly come up on your arms, coughing as you rubbed weakly at your neck, trying to ease to soreness away.

He dropped down to his knees, crouching down at your side as he waited for you to recover, in no rush as you hacked away.

“I asked you a question.” He reminded you and you fearfully looked up, eyes filled with tears as you weakly nodded, your chapped lips trembling in dread.

“Is that a yes?” His lips upturned in a small and taunting smile, his sharpened teeth gleaming back at you as you gulped, clearing your throat as you tried your best to respond.

“Yes, yes,” You looked at the grass beneath you, anything but the figure of death in front of you, “I have been here before, my lord.“

He kept his eyes locked on yours, his look never shifting from one to the other, keeping natural as if to frighten you even more.

Would anybody care if you had been killed out in the woods today? Would anybody come looking if you went missing?

"Is it you who’s been watching me these past weeks?” He asked, and even on the ground sitting in front of you he shadowed your crumpled form, and you wiped some of the slobber from your lips before you spoke again.

“I apologize, my lord.” Your fingers shook far too much, could he tell? Could he see that your blood was freezing under your skin?

“May I ask what’s intrigued you so much to return?” You feel this breath on your cheeks, his nose close to yours as he leaned in, the air in your lungs seizing as you held it all to yourself.

Your fingers itched to grab the small bundle you had brought with you, the one you had failed to give these past weeks.

He watched the movement, his eyes quickly darting over to the small package concealed in a piece of dirtied cloth.

“Is this yours?” He reached over and grabbed it, examining its shabby shape as you meekly nodded once more, your mouth too dry to give him a proper response.

He glanced back over to you, truly studying you. Your clothes were dirty, mud and dirt clinging to your skin, holes littering the soles of your shoes. Your hair was clumped together and nails were outgrown from their beds.

He had been familiarized with the nearby village, having ransacked it multiple times. He knew the women well, their appearances were far more important than anything else. If you were from there it was obvious you were one of their outcasts, if the skin clinging to your bones would say anything.

He kept an eye on you as you coughed again, blood specking the palm of your hand as you wiped it on your pants, embarrassed and more honestly terrified to look at him, opting to gape at the ground.

He turned the lump of fabric around in his hand, weighing it and sniffing it as if to sense what was inside. A foul smell flew under his nose, and he winced as he quickly went to open it, his inquisitiveness taking over.

The fabric was flimsy and wasn’t tied hard enough, falling away as he peeled it back.

Small tomatoes and pieces of lettuce tumbled out, some parts of them molded as they fell to his feet.

“I apologize, my lord, they are not of the best quality.” You explained and he scoffed, taking the small vegetables and squishing it between his fingers, turning back to you as he took you by the collar, lifting it up so that you would be face to face with him.

“Were those for me?” His head tilted again, a small pout overtaking his smile as he watched you struggle to come up with words to say.

“Have you been watching me these past few weeks just to give me rotten vegetables?”

He watched in clear amusement as you sniffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, hands quivering as you kept them balled by your side.

“Did that really sound like a good idea to you?” His grip on your collar tightened, and you gasp as he lifted you once more, your feet dangling as you tried to get back down.

Sukuna looked at you, the tears welling in your eyes, the tomatoes, and lettuce as his feet looking back up at him as he strangled you, your fingers weakling attempting to grab at his clenching fists.

“I’m s-sorry,” You choked out, “It’s all I h-had.” Some bloodied spit landed on his face and he grimaced, dropping you immediately to wipe it off.

You couldn’t muster up a groan as you felt your ankle crack from the pressure, only having enough strength to try to crawl away.

This isn’t how you wanted to die, not alone and at the hands of the curse of death himself. Not when you wanted to see the countryside, to sail in those things they called ships. Not on the ground of a forest, you stumbled upon one day, your kind heart killing you eventually.

And all Sukuna did was watch the pitiful scene, eyebrows drawing together as he saw your crumpled form sit at the stump of a tree, your ankle bent the wrong way, your eyes barely open as you went in and out of consciences.

Who were you? Surely not a girl of any importance. He would have already bedded you had you been one. You were poor, perhaps worse than that, yet you managed to bring him portions of your food.

Even in the coldest of winters, he had watched the village chief struggle to give up a third of his meals to honor him, yet an insignificant girl like you who obviously needed the wasted vegetables more than anything was offering it to him.

Should he kill you here? Make it painless? It seemed that your health was already declining, your bloody coughs enough proof for him. He’d be putting you out of your misery if he did it now.

But walking towards you, his nails turned into the claws he was so used to, kneeling down once more to your slumped form, he couldn’t seem to do it.

You couldn’t even lift your head to beg for your life, but you tried to bring up your fist that paled in size to his, curling it around one of his fingers as you tried to push him away.

And his nails were right there, right at the base of your throat, ready to slit, but he felt the little bit of heat as you sickly gripped him, the little tear droplets wetting his skin as he retracted his hand.

He stared at the top of your head, watching as your hand fell to your side, your body too weak to keep it up anymore.

And he grumbled to himself, saying things such that he wasn’t fucking enough people and his mind was going crazy, cupping your knees as he lifted you gently up, supporting your head with the palm of his hand as he brought you back to the village.

He could have killed you even then as he was entering the gates, but you had held onto his shirt so tightly that he could barely lift his finger to do such a thing.

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