30 ◦ she/her ◦ writing for jjk sukuna ◦ ao3
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⪼ not taking requests, but please keep sending me ideas, random sukuna thoughts and what ifs, i love those ⪻
𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗙𝗙
surprising sukuna with lunch at the shop ◦ asking sukuna about the date he planned for tonight, except… he never planned one ◦ sukuna's having a territorial argument with a tiny kitten over his wife ◦ sukuna loves his personal space when he's talking with toji ◦ the lamb ch8 ◦ thursdays week 15 (sukuna pov) ◦ a stranger mistakes Sukuna for just another man checking you out at the bar
You shop at the same store every week at the same day and at the same time. He does so too. And it all just happens that you’re no longer strangers one day, enjoying each other's company one grocery run at a time.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗕 - sorcerer!Sukuna x f!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers
Sukuna, reincarnated in the modern world, decides that being a good guy is more entertaining than being a villain, mostly because it still lets him do whatever he wants while everyone thanks him for it.
Unfortunately, you get assigned to him as his cursed energy specialist despite being completely terrified of him. He, on the other hand, finds your fear hilarious.
𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 - Sukuna x f!Reader, fluff and crack, one-shot series
A collection of one shots, drabbles, and mini-series following different moments from your relationship with Sukuna.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗗 - mma fighter!Sukuna x f!Reader, hurt/angst, one-shot series
The raw, brutal, and unregulated world of underground fighting—no rules, no weight limits, and definitely no medics. These stories follow Sukuna through training sessions, underground fights, and everything in between, where surviving the cage is often the easiest part.
The fics in this series can be read in any order.
𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗘 - Sukuna x f!Reader, DEAD DOVE
A Kamakura-era clan attempts to starve one of Sukuna’s fingers by sealing it inside a living vessel—the last heir of a bloodline trained to restrain yokai at any cost. It doesn’t. Sukuna was never meant to be restrained, and obedience was never resistance.
𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 & 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦
⪼ kickboxing coach!Sukuna - drabble
smut
⪼ second opinion - mechanic!Sukuna x f!Reader
When your car dies outside his garage, you expect the usual poor service. Instead, you get Sukuna, who’s so offended by your previous mechanic’s scams that he takes it upon himself to teach you how to avoid it in the future. Unfortunately for him, fixing your car is a breeze, but getting you out of his head? Not so much.
𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗗 - F1 driver!Sukuna x f!Reader or F1 driver!Gojo x f!Reader
F1 au. This story lives in the chaos of a full F1 season: race debriefs, media disasters, strategy tensions, and the slow-burn mess of navigating proximity when everything’s on the line.
𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 / 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗣𝗣
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𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 & 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦
the unsanctioned
blood on the ledger
domestic sukuna
your eating habits ◦ Sukuna gets hit on ◦ his favourite sound ◦ Sukuna tries something new just to share it with you ◦ Sukuna’s mechanic intuition ◦ calling Sukuna mid-ranked ◦ drunk!Sukuna makes it very clear he's taken ◦ waking up in the middle of the night to find Sukuna still gaming ◦ Sukuna doesn't handle waking up alone in the middle of the night very well ◦ asking Sukuna if you're too clingy
one shots
second opinion
𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦
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random but does lamb!sukuna shave?🤔 i ask because i’ve always struggled determining what kind of hygiene + care habits sukuna would have. you do such a fantastic job at characterising all of your characters, i love reading your works!
ps sorry about the nonsense ai accusations you’ve been getting.
hi nonnie!! i'm pretty good, except mourning my dropped bike. it still works, but i broke two fairings, so! and writing is going sooooo slow for me lately :( don't know what's going on :( but that's not important!
okay listen
lamb!sukuna's a little vein, so he's absolutely very clean. he likes comfort and once he figured out modern showers and grooming products, he’d use whatever works and move on with his life.
as for shaving specifically: his human form would grow facial/body hair if he stayed in it long enough, but he usually goes back to his true form when he’s home. since the human form is a technique, switching out of it basically resets that body, so shaving it normally isn’t something he has to worry about.
his true form is different, though. that's his actual body, so it doesn’t reset when he transforms. if he stopped shaving and switched back into it later, he’d still have the same stubble waiting for him lmaooo. and i definitely see him shaving his face regularly because he prefers being clean-shaven and would find the itchy in-between stage annoying.
he’s tried shaving with dismantle before, and it works perfectly well, but it’s just more annoying than using a razor. he has to be extremely precise to take the hair off without cutting into his own skin, and while he could obviously heal any mistake, he has no interest in hurting himself for absolutely no reason (he's a masochist only when fighting gojo (or, well, i think he'd like it if reader slapped him LMAOOOOO)). so for shaving, modern razors win purely because they’re easier heh
when it comes to his hair, he cuts that himself with dismantle and keeps it at exactly the same length he wore it 1000 years ago. back then, uraume used to cut it for him, and that’s actually one of those little things he misses about having them around (he's still trying to figure out how to bring them back). he can cut his hair himself perfectly fine now, and he does, but having to bother with it personally irritates him every single time.
other than that, i think his grooming is pretty simple. he showers regularly (way too hot), keeps his nails clean, uses basic products that actually work, and doesn’t have some elaborate ten-step routine. he takes care of himself, he just doesn’t make a whole hobby out of it.
god i love all of you and all these questions
thank you nonnie and i hope you have a great day/night <3
a stranger mistakes Sukuna for just another man checking you out at the bar
The bar is packed, but the music’s just loud enough to keep the mood alive without swallowing conversation whole while warm, low lights flicker off every glass and the polished mahogany, painting the room in a soft, golden haze. Over by the high-top, you’re wedged between Shoko, Yuki, Utahime and Akari, laughter bubbling out of you so hard you nearly spill your drink.
A few meters away, Sukuna emerges from the back hallway, drying his hands on a paper towel before tossing it into the trash. He’s halfway to the booth where Gojo, Toji, Suguru, and Choso are already arguing over something stupid, but the second your laughter cuts through the noise, his dark crimson eyes snap to you, and he freezes mid-step.
Tonight, you’re absolutely breathtaking. Maybe it's the way the warm light catches in your hair, or the dress that fits every curve just right, or maybe it's just you. All he knows is that you look so beautiful that watching you feels almost unfair.
He just stands there, massive and completely still, his face softening into open admiration as he drinks you in.
Next to him, a man leaning against the end of the bar catches the moment the huge, inked brute suddenly goes still. Curiosity flickers across his face as he follows Sukuna's line of sight across the room, and the second his eyes land on you, his eyebrows shoot up in appreciation. He takes a slow sip of his drink, then slides a little closer to Sukuna, nodding toward you like they’re already in on some joke.
"You noticed her too, huh?" he asks with an easy grin, sounding entirely too sure of himself.
Sukuna doesn’t bother to look at him. His gaze stays glued to you, watching you laugh with Shoko, and a small, proud tilt curls at the corner of his mouth.
"Hard not to," Sukuna rumbles. "She looks way too damn good for a place like this."
"Right?" the stranger says, taking another slow sip of his drink, clearly taking that agreement as an invitation to keep talking. His gaze drags over Sukuna’s massive build, the plain shirt, joggers, and face tattoos, and a cocky smirk appears on his face, like he’s already decided he’s got the upper hand. “Hottest woman in here, hands down. Gorgeous, carries herself well, and that smile… I was just about to head over, buy her a drink, see where the night takes us.”
Sukuna finally turns his head, sizing the man up with calm, almost lazy interest. He’s objectively handsome—tall, impeccably groomed, his shirt tailored tight over a sharp, well-built frame. He looks like the type who’s used to getting whatever he wants and moves through the world with the confidence that says he’s never had to fight for attention.
"Yeah?" Sukuna rasps, amusement flickering in his eyes as the man keeps embarrassing himself.
"I mean, c'mon, look at her," the stranger continues, sipping his drink. "She looks like she’s got real standards. Probably has a great job, drinks the good stuff. She needs a guy who knows how to keep up with her and actually treat her right."
Leaning back against the bar, Sukuna crosses his massive arms over his chest, thoroughly entertained by the sheer audacity of it all. Listening to a complete stranger explain what kind of man his wife needs is absurd enough that he's more than happy to let him keep digging his own grave.
"Yeah, she’s something else alright," Sukuna drawls. "You really think she'd go for you?"
"Oh, I know she would," the man replies, adjusting his cuff with a smug grin. "I've got the job, the car, the looks. Women like her know a good thing when they see it."
A deep, amused huff rumbles out of Sukuna. If this idiot so much as crossed a real line, he’d snap his neck without a second thought. For now, though, watching this polished suit walk himself straight into a wall is way too funny to interrupt.
"You've got it all figured out, huh?"
"Hey, confidence gets results," the stranger says, grinning. “Tell you what—friendly wager.” He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his leather wallet, fishes out a crisp, high-value bill, and slides it across the bar between them. "This says I'll have her number and a kiss before the night's out."
Sukuna tilts his head, a wicked smirk slowly spreading across his face.
"Alright,” he says. “Mind if I go first?"
The stranger gives Sukuna one last once-over, lingering on the intimidating ink on his face, the back of his neck, and the lines wrapping around his wrists and biceps. To him, Sukuna looks like someone who got lost on his way home from the gym, or maybe a prison, though he’s a little too well-kept for that. He lets out a dismissive chuckle, already certain there's no way a woman like you would give a brute in joggers the time of day.
"Go right ahead, man," the guy says, waving him on. "Show me how it's done. No chance in hell you're pulling her."
"Watch," Sukuna says simply, pushing off the bar and walking across the floor, his massive frame cutting right through the crowded room.
Over by the bar, you're mid-sentence when a broad, warm palm gently taps your shoulder. You turn around, and the moment your eyes land on your husband, your whole face lights up.
"Hey," you breathe, the sight of him instantly making your cheeks flush warm. He looks stupid hot tonight, towering over everyone around him.
Sukuna steps in so close that your back presses into the edge of the bar, his body boxing you in until there's nowhere else to go. He pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to you, leaning down until his mouth hovers right at your ear.
"Can you look up that Korean place we went to, like, two months ago?" he rumbles, his voice low and soft against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver racing down your spine. "I can't remember the name."
"Oh, so now you need me?" you tease, but your fingers are already flying over the screen. "Yeah, hang on…"
Across the room, the man at the bar narrows his eyes, watching you take Sukuna's phone without a hint of hesitation and immediately start tapping away. He smirks, swirling the melting ice in his glass, already convinced he's seen this play before. Classic move, he thinks, assuming you're just typing in a fake number to get the giant out of your personal space. He's already rehearsing his opening line for when Sukuna walks away empty-handed.
You hand the phone back to Sukuna, a triumphant little smile tugging at your lips. "Found it."
“Thanks, baby,” Sukuna murmurs, sliding the phone into his pocket.
His palm reaches up, fingers gently catching your chin, and he tilts your face up to his. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, sweet, unhurried, and so deliberate it makes your heart skip a beat. When he pulls back just a breath, his crimson eyes catch yours, gleaming with smug, mischievous heat. A knowing smirk tugs at his mouth as he shifts his weight, about to step away.
Across the bar, the guy rolls his eyes, muttering, “A polite peck? That doesn't count for shit—"
He doesn’t even get to finish the thought. The second Sukuna starts to pull away, your hands fly up, and your fingers twist tight into the front of his shirt. You yank him back down, but even then, you still have to rise onto your toes, stretching just to reach him. Your mouth crashes into his in a kiss that’s deep, intense, and filthy enough to strip away any composure he might have had left.
A low, surprised rumble vibrates against your lips before Sukuna's arm snaps around your waist and his other hand finds the nape of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest. He only deepens the kiss, his thumb digging into your hip while you cling to his shirt just to keep him close.
The stranger hasn’t moved at all, his jaw practically welded to the floor. His eyes are wide, blown out in pure shock, watching as the gorgeous woman he’d been so sure about just yanked a terrifying brute down for a kiss that leaves nothing to the imagination.
"What the fuck..." he mutters, staring in disbelief. "No way he actually pulled that off..."
Toji passes by on his way to the bathroom and hears the words. Without even slowing his pace, he just glances at the man’s stunned expression, lets out a dry, wheezing chuckle, and deadpans over his shoulder, “That's his wife, moron."
By the time your grip loosens and you drop back onto your heels, your breath is ragged, lips flushed and tingling, and you’re staring up at your husband with nothing but shameless, unfiltered adoration.
Sukuna’s thumb drags slowly across your lower lip, tugging it just a little, while a broad, utterly satisfied grin stretches across his face.
“Good girl,” he rasps, lowering his voice, and the praise sends a jolt right between your legs.
"Every fucking time," Shoko groans from the side. "One drink and you're attached to him again."
"You say that like I'm complaining," Sukuna chuckles.
"I fail to see the problem either," you chirp with a shameless grin.
Shoko shakes her head at you, then looks at your husband. "You know, I used to have a lot less patience for you. It's annoying how much harder you've become to stay mad at."
Sukuna just snorts at that.
"Anyway," he says, giving your waist one last squeeze before glancing at the rest of the group. "You girls joining us at the booth?"
"Yeah, yeah, we'll be there in a minute. Now shoo," Yuki says, waving him away. "We've got gossip to catch up on first."
Sukuna just lifts his hands in mock surrender, huffing an amused laugh as he turns on his heel and heads back toward the stranger waiting at the end of the bar.
“Easiest money I've made all week,” he drawls, picking up the bill. He gives the stunned man a small nod and walks toward his friends at the booth.
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a stranger mistakes Sukuna for just another man checking you out at the bar
The bar is packed, but the music’s just loud enough to keep the mood alive without swallowing conversation whole while warm, low lights flicker off every glass and the polished mahogany, painting the room in a soft, golden haze. Over by the high-top, you’re wedged between Shoko, Yuki, Utahime and Akari, laughter bubbling out of you so hard you nearly spill your drink.
A few meters away, Sukuna emerges from the back hallway, drying his hands on a paper towel before tossing it into the trash. He’s halfway to the booth where Gojo, Toji, Suguru, and Choso are already arguing over something stupid, but the second your laughter cuts through the noise, his dark crimson eyes snap to you, and he freezes mid-step.
Tonight, you’re absolutely breathtaking. Maybe it's the way the warm light catches in your hair, or the dress that fits every curve just right, or maybe it's just you. All he knows is that you look so beautiful that watching you feels almost unfair.
He just stands there, massive and completely still, his face softening into open admiration as he drinks you in.
Next to him, a man leaning against the end of the bar catches the moment the huge, inked brute suddenly goes still. Curiosity flickers across his face as he follows Sukuna's line of sight across the room, and the second his eyes land on you, his eyebrows shoot up in appreciation. He takes a slow sip of his drink, then slides a little closer to Sukuna, nodding toward you like they’re already in on some joke.
"You noticed her too, huh?" he asks with an easy grin, sounding entirely too sure of himself.
Sukuna doesn’t bother to look at him. His gaze stays glued to you, watching you laugh with Shoko, and a small, proud tilt curls at the corner of his mouth.
"Hard not to," Sukuna rumbles. "She looks way too damn good for a place like this."
"Right?" the stranger says, taking another slow sip of his drink, clearly taking that agreement as an invitation to keep talking. His gaze drags over Sukuna’s massive build, the plain shirt, joggers, and face tattoos, and a cocky smirk appears on his face, like he’s already decided he’s got the upper hand. “Hottest woman in here, hands down. Gorgeous, carries herself well, and that smile… I was just about to head over, buy her a drink, see where the night takes us.”
Sukuna finally turns his head, sizing the man up with calm, almost lazy interest. He’s objectively handsome—tall, impeccably groomed, his shirt tailored tight over a sharp, well-built frame. He looks like the type who’s used to getting whatever he wants and moves through the world with the confidence that says he’s never had to fight for attention.
"Yeah?" Sukuna rasps, amusement flickering in his eyes as the man keeps embarrassing himself.
"I mean, c'mon, look at her," the stranger continues, sipping his drink. "She looks like she’s got real standards. Probably has a great job, drinks the good stuff. She needs a guy who knows how to keep up with her and actually treat her right."
Leaning back against the bar, Sukuna crosses his massive arms over his chest, thoroughly entertained by the sheer audacity of it all. Listening to a complete stranger explain what kind of man his wife needs is absurd enough that he's more than happy to let him keep digging his own grave.
"Yeah, she’s something else alright," Sukuna drawls. "You really think she'd go for you?"
"Oh, I know she would," the man replies, adjusting his cuff with a smug grin. "I've got the job, the car, the looks. Women like her know a good thing when they see it."
A deep, amused huff rumbles out of Sukuna. If this idiot so much as crossed a real line, he’d snap his neck without a second thought. For now, though, watching this polished suit walk himself straight into a wall is way too funny to interrupt.
"You've got it all figured out, huh?"
"Hey, confidence gets results," the stranger says, grinning. “Tell you what—friendly wager.” He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his leather wallet, fishes out a crisp, high-value bill, and slides it across the bar between them. "This says I'll have her number and a kiss before the night's out."
Sukuna tilts his head, a wicked smirk slowly spreading across his face.
"Alright,” he says. “Mind if I go first?"
The stranger gives Sukuna one last once-over, lingering on the intimidating ink on his face, the back of his neck, and the lines wrapping around his wrists and biceps. To him, Sukuna looks like someone who got lost on his way home from the gym, or maybe a prison, though he’s a little too well-kept for that. He lets out a dismissive chuckle, already certain there's no way a woman like you would give a brute in joggers the time of day.
"Go right ahead, man," the guy says, waving him on. "Show me how it's done. No chance in hell you're pulling her."
"Watch," Sukuna says simply, pushing off the bar and walking across the floor, his massive frame cutting right through the crowded room.
Over by the bar, you're mid-sentence when a broad, warm palm gently taps your shoulder. You turn around, and the moment your eyes land on your husband, your whole face lights up.
"Hey," you breathe, the sight of him instantly making your cheeks flush warm. He looks stupid hot tonight, towering over everyone around him.
Sukuna steps in so close that your back presses into the edge of the bar, his body boxing you in until there's nowhere else to go. He pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to you, leaning down until his mouth hovers right at your ear.
"Can you look up that Korean place we went to, like, two months ago?" he rumbles, his voice low and soft against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver racing down your spine. "I can't remember the name."
"Oh, so now you need me?" you tease, but your fingers are already flying over the screen. "Yeah, hang on…"
Across the room, the man at the bar narrows his eyes, watching you take Sukuna's phone without a hint of hesitation and immediately start tapping away. He smirks, swirling the melting ice in his glass, already convinced he's seen this play before. Classic move, he thinks, assuming you're just typing in a fake number to get the giant out of your personal space. He's already rehearsing his opening line for when Sukuna walks away empty-handed.
You hand the phone back to Sukuna, a triumphant little smile tugging at your lips. "Found it."
“Thanks, baby,” Sukuna murmurs, sliding the phone into his pocket.
His palm reaches up, fingers gently catching your chin, and he tilts your face up to his. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, sweet, unhurried, and so deliberate it makes your heart skip a beat. When he pulls back just a breath, his crimson eyes catch yours, gleaming with smug, mischievous heat. A knowing smirk tugs at his mouth as he shifts his weight, about to step away.
Across the bar, the guy rolls his eyes, muttering, “A polite peck? That doesn't count for shit—"
He doesn’t even get to finish the thought. The second Sukuna starts to pull away, your hands fly up, and your fingers twist tight into the front of his shirt. You yank him back down, but even then, you still have to rise onto your toes, stretching just to reach him. Your mouth crashes into his in a kiss that’s deep, intense, and filthy enough to strip away any composure he might have had left.
A low, surprised rumble vibrates against your lips before Sukuna's arm snaps around your waist and his other hand finds the nape of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest. He only deepens the kiss, his thumb digging into your hip while you cling to his shirt just to keep him close.
The stranger hasn’t moved at all, his jaw practically welded to the floor. His eyes are wide, blown out in pure shock, watching as the gorgeous woman he’d been so sure about just yanked a terrifying brute down for a kiss that leaves nothing to the imagination.
"What the fuck..." he mutters, staring in disbelief. "No way he actually pulled that off..."
Toji passes by on his way to the bathroom and hears the words. Without even slowing his pace, he just glances at the man’s stunned expression, lets out a dry, wheezing chuckle, and deadpans over his shoulder, “That's his wife, moron."
By the time your grip loosens and you drop back onto your heels, your breath is ragged, lips flushed and tingling, and you’re staring up at your husband with nothing but shameless, unfiltered adoration.
Sukuna’s thumb drags slowly across your lower lip, tugging it just a little, while a broad, utterly satisfied grin stretches across his face.
“Good girl,” he rasps, lowering his voice, and the praise sends a jolt right between your legs.
"Every fucking time," Shoko groans from the side. "One drink and you're attached to him again."
"You say that like I'm complaining," Sukuna chuckles.
"I fail to see the problem either," you chirp with a shameless grin.
Shoko shakes her head at you, then looks at your husband. "You know, I used to have a lot less patience for you. It's annoying how much harder you've become to stay mad at."
Sukuna just snorts at that.
"Anyway," he says, giving your waist one last squeeze before glancing at the rest of the group. "You girls joining us at the booth?"
"Yeah, yeah, we'll be there in a minute. Now shoo," Yuki says, waving him away. "We've got gossip to catch up on first."
Sukuna just lifts his hands in mock surrender, huffing an amused laugh as he turns on his heel and heads back toward the stranger waiting at the end of the bar.
“Easiest money I've made all week,” he drawls, picking up the bill. He gives the stunned man a small nod and walks toward his friends at the booth.
that's a pretty strange thing to ask someone you don't know, don't you think?
"rich" is relative anyway, but i didn't come from money and i don't consider myself rich now. i just have a good career and work an unhealthy amount of hours/overtime lmao
hello ml. I promise I’ll give a proper response soon, but i just needed to update you.
I wrote another scene today, and we’re currently over 3k words.. also yuji made an appearance and i think i accidentally made ryo too soft for him. so now ryo hates everyone but a few sorcerers on campus that he tolerates. and only actually cares about yuji (why wouldn’t he? that’s his blood, and obviously his blood is superior… heh).
but yuji is so silly in this i love him.
also we’re halfway to sukuna caring about reader too! (everyone celebrate.. idk how these fuckers have a slow burn to friendship but they do smh.)
also i’m safe! and i hope you’re doing so well. (and i’m actively obliterating the anon haters dw.)
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HI LOVE!
i'm eating up every single update on this, so pleaseee keep them coming!
sukuna hating everyone but one person is exactly the sukuna i love <3 though i'm honestly surprised that one person's actually yuji, but maybe i'm looking at it too much from lamb perspective lmao! yuji deserves all the love anyway, so i'm 100% here for soft uncle kuna:D
and the slow burn to friendship... yup, leave it to sukuna to make having one normal friend take 100k words. ngl can't wait to hear more!
i'm so glad to hear you're safe <3 and thanks for your anti-anon hater service!
ugh queen im so sorry youre getting ai accusations bc its so obvious that theres so much passion and creativity behind each post! ai does not stand a chance against your beautiful mind🫶
love your writing ignore the haters😚
nonnie!! thank you so much, seriously. this means a lot to me, especially because i put an embarrassing amount of thought into every single stupid little detail in my fics lol
ive realized the solution to how lamb reader can shoo sukuna away.
She can invest in a gun, and shoot him, specifically she should aim for his neck, or his head and depending on how good his rct is he might shut up for a few minutes
Actually now that I type this, that might make him worse 😔
Sorry girl, I thought i was cooking with this.
Have a blessed day/night :D
no but you were so close to cooking with this! the idea of her thinking a bullet would solve her problems permanently, only for him to heal it off and buy her maybe three seconds of silence instead, is sooooo good. she'd probably think "finally, peace" and then she'd blink and he'd be just fuming in front of her. omg, he'd be INSUFFERABLE afterward.
solid effort though:D thanks for the laugh!
ps. actually, you know what? that's a GREAT idea. mind if i steal it?
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I rlly like your the lamb series, and I am going to make an inquiry, does reader like spiders? Since their technique involves weaving cursed energy (its late i may be remembering wrong) kinda like spiders weave their webs.
I like to imagine reader has a pet tarantula that they love and adore. A little friend to help with all the stress of their job.
And a certain bum 😒 (Sukuna)
this one actually falls into the “you choose” category for me! whether lamb!reader likes spiders, hates them, keeps a tarantula, etc. doesn’t affect the plot at all, so i don’t really want to canonize an answer when it can just be whatever you prefer for your version of her.
but i do want to clarify the weaving part a little, because i think the word might make it sound more spider/web-like than i actually picture it.
when i say weaving, i’m thinking much more about textile weaving than spiderwebs. reader threads strands of her cursed energy in between someone else’s, almost like adding threads into fabric. she basically interlaces with the rough or jagged sections until the whole area becomes smooth and cohesive again.
while her technique is active, her threads are part of that woven surface and help hold everything together, but once she stops, her own cursed energy retreats back out again, and what’s left behind is the other person’s energy in that newly smoothed state.
so she isn’t creating a web, a design, or some big permanent structure inside someone. it’s more like she temporarily weaves her own threads through theirs to straighten everything out, then removes them once the work is done.
tldr (lmao): the spider comparison is actually really cute, but mechanically i picture it much closer to plain textile weaving than web-building!
as an artist and a writer myself i really get you, having ai allegations is hell. I ain't great for speeches but I really love your writing and really wanna send you some strength!
Great strength and courage to you!
hi love! thank you so much, this genuinely means the world to hear <3
it really is the worst feeling, so i appreciate you popping into my inbox! sending big hugs right back! <3
okay so bear with me, but i was just reading the headcanons about lamb!sukuna visitng museums with yaga and it got me thinking. like, sukuna is technically based off of a real life japanese legend. So I kept thinking, what if in lamb!universe sukuna also exists as this ancient myth of sorts?
Like, he went down in history as this legendary monster people don't actually think was ever real, and they include him in those 'top 5 japanese urban legends' compilations. imagine he stumbles upon one of these on Instagram reels and not only did they place him at the bottom, they also got his lore all wrong and put up a fugly inaccurate picture of him that someone drew ~1000 years ago. part of me thinks he wouldn't give a fuck but I think I'd be funny if he was actually arguing with people in the comments on the facts they got wrong about him. like in the compilation someone says 'sukuna was killed and defeated by so and so' and he goes on a rant about how that's not true.
anyway feel free to ignore it I was just rambling hahah, I love reading the lamb keep up the good work!
honestly, if that was the case in lamb, i think he'd be way more offended by being ranked last and by the ugly inaccurate picture than by most of the lore being wrong lol
the historical inaccuracies themselves probably wouldn’t bother him much unless someone made a claim so ridiculous or insulting that he couldn’t ignore it. if someone said he was defeated by a person he remembers killing, for example, that might actually get a correction out of him.
but the picture? oh, he’d care. sukuna's vain enough that seeing some hideous reconstruction passed around as “ryomen sukuna” would annoy him immediately. like, you can get half the history wrong if you want, but at least don’t make him ugly while doing it lmaooo
and being ranked fifth would probably offend him on principle
remember how i had the shittiest of days a few weeks ago and wrote that comfort domestic sukuna drabble? turns out i was mistaken and the shittiest of days was yesterday 💀 i dropped my bike, broke the fairings and cried in my parking lot for an hour straight.
is my bike still rideable? yeah. did i get hurt? no. but is my pride hurt? absolutely. my baby is broken and i haven't dropped it since i bought it 4 years ago (OKAY i did drop it a month after buying it BUT the only thing that got hurt that day was me (and my helmet) and the bike didn't).
ngl i'm currently going through the five stages of grief over two pieces of plastic. yes, i know it can be fixed and no, that doesn't make me feel better. i just know that my ducati deserved a better mother, so someone take my motorcycle license away. or actually don't, i'll cry again.
on a positive note, i just got an email with the new art i commissioned, so today's already a better day. and there'll be new domestic sukuna later (though not that comfort one)
Have you ever seen alien vs predator? Lex and Scar feels sooooo Sukuna/reader to me
i haven't seen it lmaooo! it was super popular when i was a kid, but it was just never something i was interested in, so i have zero idea what the movie is actually about. but after reading your ask i just googled them and omg??? based on scar photos alone, i can totally see it!! sukuna as an alien like that would be insane lmaooo.
also, my girl @starmapz actually wrote an alien!sukuna fic inspired by project hail mary (written in the stars) you should read it, if you haven't yet :D i definitely need to talk to her and have her break down alien vs predator for me so i can maybe give it a watch. to be so real, ever since reading her fic i've been in absolute NEED of writing alien!sukuna myself! (ngl i also wanna write a fanfic of her fanfic lmaoooo)
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