because i don’t want to be in anyone’s arms but yours.
your ex boyfriend, sukuna is used to you patching him after games—with you no longer in his life, he can feel his skin start to crawl with you so out of reach. that is until his nephew, yuji, decides to give you a call. ⸝⸝ art :: @/679sinner ⸝⸝ cw :: panic attacks
sukuna could feel his heart trying to thump out of his chest while the referee raised his arm to declare his win. he'd won, again and again, time after time, so why'd it feel so worthless now? he could feel the cut on his lip, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue while a sense of dread settled in his stomach.
because this time around, it wouldn't be a familiar pair of arms cupping his face, it wouldn't be you gently trying to dress his wounds, it'd have to be a blur of different medics and nurses taking care of him. and the very thought had his stomach lurching.
the scent of iodine hit him first—something he never paid attention to while he rushed in the medic's ward, he was used to making a beeline towards you, with his head immediately resting in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent until his mind finally clears. sukuna ryomen no longer had that privilege.
he sat on one of the beds, his wounds getting treated and for a second he felt like crawling out of his skin. because it felt wrong, having someone else see him like this after his matches, dressing his wounds, a job that was once dearly yours, watching them move their hands on him, he could feel pits forming in his stomach.
he wanted to bite something—yell, scream, shove the nurse off of him, absolutely anything to have her stop touching his skin.
and it was unfair—it'd been months since he talked to you so why was getting bad now? he ruined this in the first place, avoiding you, trying to recklessly ruin the relationship because he didn't think he deserved you. it was his fucking fault to begin with.
and it only started to flood his brain now, how his entire world revolved around you, how you were basically everywhere—in the seat that you always sat at when he fought, in the ward when he finished a fight, and in the corner of the room, talking to his friends, laughing with a drink in hand like tomorrow was always promised to the two of you.
"fuck."
"sorry, did that sting, sir?" the nurse was sitting up, moving the cotton swab away from his face, her eyes filled with concern, and for a second if sukuna shut his eyes he could've pretended it was you.
he simply grunted in response, holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.
"we're done here, right?" he could barely get the words out, his heart starting to beat a mile a minute while he tried to push through, making a beeline for his car before jamming his keys in and driving back home.
he barely acknowledged yuji on the couch, collapsing in his room the second he walked in, trying to level his breathing desperately while the room started to close in on him.
your presence still lingered—it always did, the way you'd dim the lights, the way the smell of your shampoo would stay on the pillows, now the place smelled too clean. his life was scrubbed clean of you, the sheets were white, your books and figurines were no longer littered around his place and all of it felt so wrong.
his brain was running a mile a minute, trying to reach for any remnants of your presence in the room, barely noticing yuji walk into his room.
"uncle are you okay..?" it sounded like he was walking on ice, and sukuna's breath hitched in his throat, choking on his own words while trying to answer.
"i'm fine, yuji, get out of my room."
it's almost as if he was helpless without you. because, you, oh you always knew what to do—pulling him closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around him while he forgot about the outside world, but now he was by himself.
stuck in a room that was barebones, tangled in sheets where you once lay, choking on his own saliva while the walls of the massive room moved closer, his lungs barely working, his skin itching in the exact spots the nurse had treated, tempting him to itch them until they bled, just anything to get his body to stop trembling like a leaf.
he tried to stop dissociating, holding onto the sheets, trying to execute the things his therapist had taught him, but fuck, it was harder to focus the more his vision blurred and blacked out, he could barely overhear yuji dialing your number.
—
"hey y/n?" yuji sounded panicked, it'd been months since he tried to call you, ever since sukuna.
"yeah, yuji what's wrong?" you asked, because yuji only ever called when sukuna was in trouble.
"it's sukuna again, do you think you could—."
"i'm on my way."
because no matter what happened, some things never changed, and the only person who could drag sukuna's mind back was you, it always had been you. and that would never change.
—
you were there in a flurry, speeding through the roads before barging in, still holding onto the copy of the keys you had to his place.
"where is he."
yuji pointed in the direction of his room, watching you almost sprint there.
"ryo."
you could see him snap out of it, jolting up almost immediately the second he heard you, staring at you with his pupils dialating like a prey animal while you inched closer to him.
"it's been a while, huh?" you tried to make things seem lighthearted, seating yourself at the edge of your bed before he moved you closer to him, moving you onto his lap and crushing you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist until it was almost suffocating but after months, sukuna felt safe.
his eyes were already brimming with tears, with your hands reaching to run your fingers through your hair, with his head rested on the crook of your neck, flipping you over until he was laying on top of you.
his mind was still a fucked up mess, his wounds barely treated his mind just fixated on how he lost you—he could barely believe you were here with him now, holding him like you used you, your expression kind and calm, he had to hold onto you tight enough to make sure you were real. that you were actually here.
he was sniffling against you, clinging to you like a child, the choked sobs leaving his throat while he held onto you.
"i guess some things don't change, ryo."
"don't leave."
"w—what?"
"don't leave again. i'll be good this time, i swear. i'll do everything right, i can't risk losing you again."
and in all the time you'd known sukuna, that was the most genuine he'd ever been. and that scared the living shit out of you. but, there was nothing to lose, right?
did i lose my edge u guys. guys.
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NEED to know your thoughts on a yandere bill cipher
⚠️ Listen, pal, I KNOW why you're reading this. You've got a crush on YOURS TRULY! That's right, buddy, the cat's outta the bag! Well, not like the cat was ever really in the bag to begin with. What? Didn't think my all-seeing eye would spy you making goo-goo eyes at artistic depictions of me? AHAHA, aw, hey! Nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not like I can blame you, I mean, have you met me? A winning personality, great sense of humor, beautiful singing voice - I'm a total catch! And between you and me, you have better taste than the rest of your species’ population.
👁 There are probably numerous reason why you like stuff like this: The obsession, the possessive behavior, the VIOLENCE. Sure sounds like romance to ME! But as for you… Is it the abandonment issues? Lack of validation in your life? Feeling misunderstood and ostracized by the world? Loneliness? A desire for an escape into a fictional world? Or are you like me? Is romance just no good without the true passion of twisted devotion and obsession? There's no need to LIE! We're kindred spirits, you and I.
⚠️ I know just how you feel. You've been kicked down, laughed at, and made to feel small. You've gone unappreciated by blind MORONS who wouldn't know greatness if it melted their eyeballs out their ears. Because you are MEANT for greatness. You are meant for something more, and I bet it burns you to know that. That you're better than all of them. That they're nothing without you, and they DESERVE nothing. They deserve to BE nothing. I know just how you feel because I was in your place. Surrounded by flat minds in a flat world with flat dreams. HA, and I sure showed them. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW, HUH? ME!!!!!!
👁 The point is, I know you. I've had my eye on you for quite a while, kid. Q U I T E A W H I L E. And might I say, out of all the flesh bags that have clogged my vision over the centuries, YOU'RE clearly the best looking outta all of ‘em, hot stuff. But looks aren't everything, of course! You've got a personality to match. Gotta admit, it's cute how you get so invested in your interests, the little hobbies you pick up, just watching you go about your day is like the universe’s greatest reality TV show starring my favorite person in the multiverse! OH, I could just decaptiate you and nuzzle your fleshy little head in an approximation of a kiss right now!!!
⚠️ So, c'mon, just let me in. Shake my hand! Let's make a deal. No matter how big or small! And it’s not just for the purpose of liberating your dimension, no. I want to really get under your skin. To feel what it's like to be in the body of my favorite person. As close as two beings can get, closer than you can get with unworthy specimens of your own kind, more intimate than any experience in the world. I want to be that close to you. Because you're mine. You're MY HUMAN and NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT. Y'HEAR ME?
👁 So, you might as well accept that you and me are destined, kid. The signs are all there. So, if I were you (and I could be, if you'd just let me), I'd do this the easy way. Because right now, there's two ways this can go down. The easy way: You summon me, and we make a deal. Anything your precious human heart desires - and more! You'll be my precious human pet, my puppet, my toy. Mine to own and have rule beside me! You'll prove everyone who put you down wrong! Anything you want - love, money, fame, worship, vengeance - it'll all be yours, and I'll give it to you. Because I want you to be happy. Because I want what's best for you. Because I’M the only one who actually cares about you. Everything you wanted will be yours. And there'll be an eternal party to celebrate our eternal love… Or, you could do this the hard way. Cause I'm gettin’ outta here one way or another. And when I do, well… I don't think you'd like being locked up in The Love Cage to be TORTURED until you reciprocate my feelings and see the light. I'd say I wouldn't want to, but that'd be lying. So, it's probably not a good idea to give me more of a reason to. So, whaddaya say? You know you deserve the best. Shake my hand and join the winning team. Either way, you're mine.
male yandere crown prince x female villain reader, slight mentions of gore? spying/stalking and very manwha inspired!
Yan!prince who’s the golden boy of his empire. He’s got excellent swordsmanship skills, highly favoured by the emperor, excels at his studies and is undeniably the most attractive guy in every social setting. He’s the most desirable bachelor right now, with the title of crown princess remaining vacant, he’s got noble ladies clinging onto his arms each banquet.
Even though he’s got the options of a daughter of a duke or another princess from a neighbouring kingdom, he can’t feel anything for them. No matter how much rogue they put on their lips, their dainty tricks to get a measly glance or how much they try to subtly show off their bosom, it gets absolutely no reaction from him.
He finds these banquets to be nothing more than just another duty, something he’s obliged to do as crown prince. He walks around, greets a few eager ladies and their mothers then goes off to butter up the men to gain more support for the imperial faction.
That was until he saw you, pouring a velvety red onto an intricate dress that was not your own. Apparently the victim was a lady who compared you to your sister, calling you a fake bastard of the s/n family. It was strange, yan!prince usually hated any kind of disruption to his routines or the expected social conventions, yet for the first time, he felt something indescribable.
From that fateful day one, yan!prince has been sending you all kinds of invitations to the palace, jewels that dazzle even in the dark and bouquets of blossoming flowers. Despite his overwhelming skill set, he’s not well versed at all in courtship. Though these objects aren’t enough to fully symbolise his adoration, he can only hope it can offer you the slightest glimpse into his heart.
Yan!prince is not satisfied with seeing you in mere passing, seeing as you’ve either delayed or outright rejected his invitations to his abode. The only way he can satiate himself is seeing you all dolled up, pouting in the corner, most likely due to the rather adverse rumors that seem to swirl around you. Even though you won’t let it show through your head held high and the elegance you allow to radiate, he can tell you’re hurting. In this whole empire, he’s the only one able to help you.
He resolves to send one of his most experienced and deeply loyal governesses to your home, under the guise of wanting to aid you for your search for a suitable marriage candidate. Really, her only main task is to keep you under her watchful eye, reporting even a shudder to his highness. He may even require her to send back some.. souvenirs. A handkerchief that you’ve embroidered for practice, a silk ribbon that you’ve neglected after a tea party or a page from your diary that’s been decorated with both your words of anguish and your precious tears.
Yan!prince succeeds in everything that he does, but he will push himself even further to ensure he stays the only man suitable to stand by your side. He’ll train alongside the imperial army, duelling men back to back, and he’ll further strengthen his political support by advocating for commoners. He can’t deny that he sometimes gets lost in thought about your pouty lips peppering his neck with delicate kisses, sitting on his thigh while he shifts through official documents.
Even though yan!prince has been very publicly courting you, word will begin to reach his ears of something rather unfavourable. As you and your sister live in the same house, the known villainess of the empire and the white lotus, people have been assuming that yan!prince has been courting the latter. To make matters worse for him, she has been playing right into their words.
Through the reports he’s received so far, it turns out that none of his gifts have ever even been touched by you. It’s all been taken by your sister. All the rejected invitations were the work of your parents, insisting that your sister is a better match for the future ruler for the empire, that you could always just find another husband for yourself.
It makes him nauseated that such a social puppeteer like her has been feeding high society such disgusting lies. The mere imagery of him being with anyone who’s not you, makes him want to tear his skin from his flesh. The disgust slowly builds up to something more intense, something terrifying, he’s lost all sense of reason and has completely abandoned the image he has to maintain. He needs you.
Yan!prince will show up to your manor, with a bouquet in his hand. Yet, he’s not here for you. It pains him to be so close to you in every way, yet the wall between you guys couldn’t be any greater. He knows that he must do this, to ensure that you’ll become the woman ruling beside him, for the greater good of the empire.
He asks for your sister, and his royal presence sends the household into a frenzy. Every maid rushes to fix the little imperfections your manor has, while some assemble into your sister’s room to get her ready. Even with late notice of his arrival, your sister is able to get ready in a respectable period, prancing down the stairs, shrewdly giggling about how she hopes she hasn’t keep his highness waiting for too long!
He plasters on his best princely smile, and endures her. Yan!prince allows her to wrap her arms around his, as she guides him around the manor. He fights the urge to shove the manicured nails sinking into the arms and sever it off, feeding it to the dungeon rats. He resists, imagining the result if it all works out.
Later in the evening, he’ll make himself comfortable at the dinner table. Flattering the marquess and boasting about the marquis, with the occasional glance to your sister as she twirls her locs around.
When he finally bids his goodbyes, the only thought that occupies his mind is the face you’ll make once you see your dear sister undo herself in front of high society. What will you do, when the only obstacle in your life is gone, and its all because of him?
At another small, yet elite banquet, you and your sister manage to get invited, courtesy of his highness. The servants carry themselves with a refinement that rivals other nobles, the gentle notes of the pianos and harps float into the air and the attendees dance under the crystal chandeliers.
Yan!prince is there too, however instead of utilising this opportunity to fortify his political connections, he watches your sister. It’s not the stare of devotion that high society whispers and assumes about, it’s one that studies her with a undertone of something sinister.
He watches as your sister walks up to his aunt, the duchess, and she’s practically perfect. She smiles just enough, performs a dainty curtsy and introduces herself with enough youthfulness to lower her guard, but enough grace that she doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s all going so well for her.
Yan!prince can’t hear, but he can see that whatever your sister said next, it deeply offends the duchess. She clutches the fabric of her heavy skirt, and reprimands her for speaking so out of turn, jabbing her with words like foolish girl!
It’s not like it’s fully his fault. He simply just didn’t tell your sister the whole truth. It’s her own fault for trying to parasite her way to his rank, when a pest like her only truly belongs below him. All he did was say something in passing about how much the duchess adores bird watching, he just neglected to tell her that it used to be her favourite activity with her sister. His mother, the passed on empress.
Of course, the white lotus’s petals immediately start to wilt, she’s not accustomed to this type of treatment at all. The only thing she can do is stutter a few meek apologies before escorting herself out.
Yan!prince looks over to you, and your eyes are wide with something he can’t exactly pinpoint, amazement? Surprise? Maybe you’re confused that It's not you who’s been the target this time. Whatever it is, it’s incredibly intoxicating, he wants to drown in your expression.
Thankfully, he hasn’t even begun with your sister, so he’ll have plenty of more opportunities to see how your face would contort when you slowly see how your sister crumbles in her own schemes. His lips curl in a polite smile when he thinks about how you would jump into his arms, when you finally realise that he’s the one behind the rotting of the white lotus.
It was a wonder to most people as to why you were dating him. He was a weirdo to most, a freak to others from the insane look in his eyes. The way he would be hunched over, mumbling to himself like he was talking to someone who wasn’t there.
And when he was around you, he would glare at anyone that tried to come near. His grip on you tight that it was close to leaving a mark. He never tried to hide it too. He didn’t care if you noticed him trying to scare people away from you. You would often hit him, a light slap on his arm or chest, to snap him out of it before scolding his behavior.
But of course he never listened. His eyes would soften, he would apologize and charm his way out of your ‘anger’. Until not even 10 minutes later he was doing it again when a classmate came asking for notes.
Some people thought you were with him out of pity, maybe he was abusive and was forcing you to stay with them. From how tight his grip on you was. From how harsh his tone seems to be and the way he would drag you away from your friends.
There was no way the campus sweetheart was willingly with a freak like him. If they only knew the full truth they would see how much yall actually belong with each other.
Past partners would say you were too much, too clingy and needy to truly be loved but he was different.
He texted you almost every minute yall were away. Blowing up your phone and while others would be annoyed you loved it. It showed he cared, that he wanted your attention and still love you.
He noticed when you started overthinking. When your texted seemed a little dried or less enthusiastic he was already stopping what he was doing to go to you. And maybe he would send a threat to the person who made you feel that way but it was nothing for you to worry about
He made sure to be careful with his words especially over text since he knew how sensitive you could be. Knew with how dependent your emotions was on him. If he seemed the slightest bit upset over text it would leave you thinking you did something wrong. That you messed up again.
He never pushed you away or got annoyed when you cling onto him. Grabbing one of his arm with yours. Or sitting on his lap any chance you get whether it was him playing his games or out in public, it was your designated spot.
He never thought you were ‘overreacting’ from how jealous you could get. Even going as far as to not talk to anyone that made you question the relationship.
And maybe it was a bit toxic. His obsession/ possessive behavior with your anxious and dependency on him. But you never felt more secure than you were with him.
In his arms after a long day as he hold you close in bed. Both of yall on your sides, facing each other but your head was buried into his chest. Nuzzling and snuggling up against him as if you were trying to get closer even though it was impossible from how close yall already were. Though that didn’t stop you from trying and he didn’t mind. Only looking down at you with a fond smile.
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Im hoping the title isn’t too inaccurate. This was just a quick story I wanted to write so i didn’t know what to title it 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
Pairing: cat!Sukuna x fem!witch!reader and familiar!Uraume
Synopsis: Sukuna expected many outcomes to happen when he chose to have a new path in life after his death. But this? This was not it: waking up as a Maine Coon cat. Will this be his life now, or is there a way to gain his body back? Herein lies the answer to his question - you, the witch that supposedly lives alone in the woods. Will you simply be a quick answer for him to return to his true form, or will Sukuna realize that more awaits him in this life?
Contents: no sorcery, reincarnation au with witches (modern times); sukuna has no CT etc.; slight slowburn?; different pov's; strangers to lovers; fluff and silliness; teasing and banter; sukuna is kind of a brat in this; reader likes messing with him; slight angst; mentions of trauma; witchcraft; reader lives in the woods; timeless connection (sukuna and uraume); happy ending; *content tags may or may not be added
A/N: I've had this idea for months, and took me quite some time to start it, but it is here now! This is my first multi-chapter fic, and kind of a silly one I thought would be fun to write. I also thought it would be fun to take a dive into how I think Sukuna would be if he got reincarnated. I will try to do semi-consistent updates, but no guarantees. Either way, I hope anyone who reads enjoys!
Cat!Sukuna art 1 - I imagine him with his gorey/blind vers., but for the sake of the story he isn't
Cat!Sukuna art 2 - basic ideas for body structure/markings
Small fun fact, cat!sukuna was inspired by one of my own cats!
Cat!Sukuna intro drabble
Chapter 1: Walked up the stairs, the sunlight hit my face
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How The King of Curses Treats You Differently (Headcanons)
➵ Sukuna lets you interrupt him. Sukuna has absolutely no patience for interruptions. Anyone who dares cut him off while he’s speaking would usually be met with a terrifying glare that instantly makes them regret it. But you? You can interrupt him without hesitation, even in the middle of an important conversation. Instead of silencing you, Sukuna pauses and lets you finish before continuing, leaving everyone else in the room completely stunned that you’re the only person who can get away with it.
➵ Sukuna lets you order him around. Sukuna doesn’t take orders from anyone. He is the King of Curses, and everyone knows better than to tell him what to do. Yet when you tell him to rest, eat, or stop being reckless, he’ll actually listen. He’ll click his tongue and complain about how demanding you are, but he still does what you asked because for some reason he can never say no to you.
➵ Sukuna lets you nap against him. Sukuna has never been someone who enjoys physical affection. Most people wouldn’t even dare stand close enough to touch him, knowing how easily he could cut their head off. But when you fall asleep beside him, he allows you to rest against him without complaint. He won’t move, won’t wake you up, and won’t push you away. Everyone around him knows that the fact he lets you sleep peacefully against him says more than any words ever could.
➵ Sukuna smirks when you tease him instead of getting angry. Sukuna is feared because nobody dares disrespect him. One wrong comment from anyone else would usually earn them a warning they wouldn’t forget. But when you tease him, mock his arrogance, or roll your eyes at his attitude, he doesn’t get angry. Instead, a small smirk appears on his face because your confidence entertains him more than it annoys him.
➵ Sukuna would let you win small arguments. Sukuna is stubborn and believes his word is final. Nobody would dare argue with him because they already know they won’t win, but with you it's different. You can argue with him over the smallest things, and somehow, you always end up getting your way. He’ll complain, call you impossible, and act annoyed, but he never truly tries to stop you.
➵ Sukuna doesn’t care if you invade his personal space. Sukuna values his personal space more than anything. Nobody touches him, fixes his clothes, or gets close without permission. But you can casually lean against him, adjust his robes, play with his hair, or sit beside him without him pushing you away. You’re the only person who can cross that boundary without him being angry.
➵ Sukuna lets you sit beside his throne. Sukuna’s throne is something everyone fears. It represents his power, and nobody dares approach it without permission. Yet you can walk right up and sit beside him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The first time it happens, everyone expects him to remove you immediately. Instead, Sukuna simply allows it, silently showing everyone that your place is beside him.
➵ Sukuna doesn’t let anyone to speak badly about you. Sukuna couldn’t care less when people insult him. Their opinions mean nothing to someone like him. But the moment someone speaks badly about you, his entire attitude changes. The room becomes silent, his expression darkens, and everyone immediately understands that disrespecting you is a mistake they won’t get away with. You are the one person he refuses to let others look down on.
➵ Sukuna protects you without hesitation. Sukuna has never been someone who worries about others. Danger never mattered to him, but when you’re involved, he gets serious. Before anyone can even realize you’re in danger, he’s already there, making sure nothing gets close to you. He’ll act like it was nothing afterwards, claiming he simply “didn’t want you getting in the way,” but everyone knows the truth.
➵ Sukuna remembers the little things about you. Sukuna isn’t someone who pays attention to meaningless details. He doesn’t care about people’s favorite foods, habits, or birthday. Yet somehow, he remembers yours. The drink you like, the things that annoy you, the little comments you made weeks ago. If you point it out, he’ll deny caring and say he simply “remembers everything anyone says,” but everyone knows that isn’t true.
➵ Sukuna lets you see his softer side. Everyone only knows Sukuna as cruel and ruthless. Nobody sees him as anything other than the King of Curses. But you get to see the rare moments he doesn’t show anyone else. The quiet moments, the small acts of care, and the way he lowers his guard around you. He would never admit that you’re different, but everyone else can see it.
➵ Sukuna carries you when you’re tired. Sukuna isn’t the type to carry someone just because they’re tired. In his eyes, if you can still walk, then you should. But when he notices your energy fading, your steps becoming slower, or your eyes struggling to stay open, he’ll let out an annoyed sigh before picking you up anyway. If you tell him you can walk yourself, he’ll simply reply, “You were taking too long,” refusing to admit he just didn’t want you pushing yourself.
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(I have so much to say but also nothing. If I see one more mf say he's dead and won't ever be playable like Capi, then start counting your final hours because I will personally come after you. Including the dottore fans who doom post)
Some pre-6.6 dottores and dottolones. Except the dottolone drawings are highkey mid and i only rlly wanted to add them bc in hindsight i think the writer of the fic i referenced there may have actually had the gift of prophecy??? hello?????????
Anyways uhhh
Bonus from after 6.6. (I will never forgive hoyo for the webby erasure💔)
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