Apology post for all the sukuna hate(I still stand by it)
Warnings - none
Summary - sukuna can't express love, but he's trying ..
"woman where are you going." He groans as you get up off of him, "ohh is someone needy" you playfully remark to him
You and sukuna had been together for.. a while, but it was almost like he was a little boy in elementary school pulling on a girls pigtails to get her attention. He couldn't express love, or at least he couldn't express it well.
He disliked physical contact, yet always looked at you annoyed when you let go of his hand, he never spoke up about his disdain however. It was confusing to say the least, the man couldn't admit to himself that he loves you, you don't know why? It must be something with being an 'almighty king' or whoever high and mighty bullshit he spews on about.
His gaze is harsh, but you can see the slight change in his expression when he looks at you, even if it's just a glance it's almost like it softens. Just for a moment, it's honestly kinda cute how he tries so hard to hide his feelings, to bury them deep down even though you're already married.
He'll kiss you, let you snuggle up to him in bed yet he can't say the words 'i love you'
He doesn't understand how to get your attention, he'll just pester you till you look up then just look at you. He'll gently pull your hair to get your attention, really anything but words . But he's trying to get better, in his own way?
"get back in here" he grumbles brows furrowed, his tone not genuinely mad but ticked off, "okay, and why do you want me to?" You ask, not a real question. You know he loves your contact, only yours. He doesn't respond just stares at you, small frown on his lips, expression honestly looking disappointed in you. "I will slice your head off if you don't crawl back into my arms." He says after a short few seconds, still rolled on his side.
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“Well, I can’t even roll my eyes ‘cause you're watching my every move like a pervert!
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“Ugh,” you groan, leaning back in your chair as you get killed for the third time by the same guy. Sukuna's laughter rings in your ear.
“Dead again?” He mocks, “You really don’t play this game much, hmm?”You scoff. You're too tired and frustrated to think of anything better to say.
Looking at your monitor, you watch as Ryo headtaps the other players. Again. And again. Three kills in about ten seconds. You would be impressed if it was literally anyone else doing that.
“Watch this ace,” he says with full confidence in his voice. He aggressively swings wide blindly around the corner. He shoots one opponent who had their back turned, and the other who was in the middle of planting Spike.
*ACE!* the announcer exclaims. The voices of your excited teammates erupt in team voice chat.
“Good job,” you say, sarcasm trickling out your mouth.
“Oh my, Y/n, don't flatter me too much,” he responds with all of the dramatics, “Chat's gonna think we're dating or something.”
You freeze, realizing how close you've been acting with him. Too close. You can't afford a scandal right now, streaming is your only current stable form of income. Considering how ‘good-looking’ people seem to think this guy is, you wouldn't be surprised if some fangirl swatted your house by tomorrow.
Refocusing, you retort, saying, “I would rather die,” in the most disgusted tone you can muster.
Before he could respond, the next round started.
Ok, lock in and don't embarrass yourself for the sixth time.
You stick behind Ryo, making sure he doesn't die and then blame it on you for not healing him.
“Wait. Press Shift,” he commands. You follow, pressing shift, not knowing why you would ever listen to anything this guy says. To your surprise, this makes you crouch silently in order to prevent the other team from hearing you.
Hm, cool. Thought that was gonna be an ‘automatically makes you explode’ button, knowing him.
“Whoa. I didn't know you could do that.”“Oh I can tell.”
“Ew, never mind you just ruined it for me,” you stop crouching, the sound of your footsteps now alerting the other team of your presence.
Hah.
*BANG* the opposing team shot through the thin wall that was dividing you and them.You watch Ryo’s character collapse to the ground, dropping its gun. A Vandal.
“Are you serious, y/n!?”
You pick up the Vandal and run off, hiding behind a pillar before the rest of the team rounded the corner. You crouch, sitting still as they search for you on the other side of the pillar.
“Stay there,” Ryo whispers as if he's on a real battlefield. What a nerd. “Wait until they all pass the pillar and then shoot them. Don't shoot the first person you see or they'll react too fast and kill you first.”
You listen to him and wait as the entire opposing team walks by you, not checking their corners.
“These guys are idiots. Is this what your lobbies always are like? And you still suck?”
“Shut up you literally got wall banged,” you say as you start shooting.
5 perfect shots and 5 perfect kills.
*ACE* the announcer yells.
“Chat, don't hype y/n up they literally made me die.”
“Yeah ‘cause you were being mean.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yuh huh”
You're both thrown into another round before you can come to a consensus.
*MATCH POINT* blasts in your headset.
Shoot, last round. Lock in.
“Chat, watch this idiot throw,” Ryo says.
“You're the one who died last round,” you respond, clicking through the shop while buying utilities.
“Only because of you!” he begins getting genuinely angry.
“No way you're actually getting mad over an unranked match of Valorant.”
He huffs, unresponsive. The round starts faster than you were ready for. You follow him closely, entering the plant site together. Awkward, serious silence spreads between you and him.
“So like–”
He cuts you off, “Shh!”
“Well I was going to ask for your number but whatever.”
He pauses, seeming to be a bit shocked by your audacity, “After,” he says.
“Chat, genuinely shut up. This isn't flirting, I swear on Ryo’s mother,” you say whilst shooting at the other team.
“What do you mean ‘chat’? You got off stream—” you see him frown, “Are you watching my stream?”
Dang.
You hesitate, “Perhaps.”
“Eugh.”
“Whattya mean ‘eugh’ you're literally the one that made that face when—”
He cuts you off once again, “What face?” his voice now attempting to sound completely oblivious.
“Omg, you're so immature.”
He starts to roll his eyes, but stops abruptly to look back at the screen, “Well, I can’t even roll my eyes ‘cause you're watching my every move like a pervert!” he yells, pointing a finger at the camera.
“Me? The perv—” your character falls face first into the ground.
Are you serious?!
You groan and you frustratedly rub your eyes. Looking at the top of your screen, you realize that there's only one of your teammates left. And guess who it is.
Oh, gosh, he’s totally gonna use this as bragging rights.
You lean back in your chair and look up at the ceiling. What are you even planning on doing after this? Talk to him privately? No. Risky. His idiotic fanbase will probably go insane if you become a regular collaborator too. And not in a good way. But the new subs…and money. Not only that but you kinda do want to get to know Ryo better. Even if he pisses you off.
*VICTORY*
You sit back upright in your chair. You didn't even notice Ryo take down the entire enemy team once again, all by himself.
“Ladies, ladies, one at a time,” he says, arrogantly lifting his hands up off the keyboard, “Your number, please?” You can sense a hint of desperation in his tone behind the layers and layers of self-rightiousness.
“Eugh,” you groan, “Fine. Turn the stream off. I don’t wanna hear anything from them ever again.”
“Yes ma'am,” a cocky smile grows on his face, stretching out the thin tattoos that frame his jaw. You feel a quick spark go up your spine as you witness this, your stomach dropping. Maybe you do want to play a bit more with this guy.
Synopsis: General and relationship headcanons for our favorite tired lawyer! Sfw and nsfw.
CW: Dacryphilia, rough sex, heavy angst, orgasm denial, Dom!Higuruma, period sex, grief, alcoholism, depression, mentions to manhandling, creampie, mentions to breeding, and impact play.
WC:3.6k
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🌻He is a goof ball. Outside of the office he is generally lighter and funner to be around. He’s got dad jokes on deck. The humor is dryer than the Mojave tho
🌻Loves sweets, but cannot stand anything sour, like sour candies of any kind are just a no for him.
🌻He will never admit it, but he reverts into a giant baby when sick. He looks like he’s on death's door and acts like it too. To his credit he gets sick maybe once a year. He will absolutely deny the reality at first, thinking his throat is just scratching from talking too much in the courtroom. But in the end it hits him all at once like a big truck, a really big truck . He likes to joke that he’s saving it all up and cashing it in. You do not think this is funny.
“Hiro- you’re running a fever, what do you think you’re doing?” You chide, walking into the kitchen.
Damn, he thinks, I’m caught.
He really thought he could sneak his way out of bed and leave for the office without waking you.
He failed. Obviously.
All of his wheezing and coughing woke you up, the man could not move without igniting a coughing fit.
“I can go one more day, and my clients they-“
“Can talk to Shizu-“
“Well, yeah but I-“
“Need to go lay down.”
“Wow, you’d make a good lawyer.” He says dryly.
“You’re not even fully put together.”
His face twists “The hell does that mean?”
You scoff reaching into your pajama pocket, holding it between your thumb and index finger, you present to him:
His defense attorneys pin.
The one and only, you had swiped it on the dresser when coming out to confront him.
Hangdog eyes widen. He had completely forgotten to put it on, mind too foggy from the fever to remember.
He never forgets it.
Just as he steps forward for it the coughing fit starts.
Wet and then dry coughs racket his body.
It takes him a good 40seconds to settle again.
You raise an eyebrow. You are not amused.
“Bed?”
He sighs like an annoyed teenager, shrugging his blazer off his shoulders allowing it to rest on the dining chair.
“Anyone tell you you’d make a good lawyer?” He asks, giving you that bracketed goofy smile.
Yeah. Bed.
🌻Surprisingly his suits are inexpensive, they are still right around $300 but he refuses to go any higher than that. HOWEVER his shoes are something he will never skimp out on, he will happily buy a $500 pair of oxfords and go on his merry way, it’s a comfort thing, he noticed early on that the cheaper loafers are not comfortable and if he’s gonna be grumpy from work in general his shoes shouldn’t add to it.
🌻He’s into video games, has a gaming PC just never really gets the time to enjoy it everyday. He’s really into Diablo 2, WOW classic and Baldurs Gate 2. On some weekends very few and far in between as a little treat he’ll have some beer(s) and play for a little (this actually just turns into a whole day affair but he will never admit it, he’s a bit ashamed) He forgets to eat when this happens, it’s a little concerning but we let him be. He deserves it.
🌻he’s a minimalist but he does have a closet of stuff or “junk” as he refers to it of stuff he cannot part with. Like stuff from his childhood and keepsakes given to him
🌻His mother passed away in his mid twenties. His father is still around. They talk once in a while but aren’t super close but he would drop everything on a dime if his dad needed him.
🌻Wouldn’t admit it but he does have a slight dependency on alcohol, not enough to hurt his career or his loved ones but he is definitely drinking, drinking on the weekends and having a couple of drinks a night during the work week. It takes the edge off a feeling he’s been finding himself chasing more and more as of late.
🌻While it is a blessing in the courtroom he often forgets the speaking matter-of-fact and bluntly like he does isn’t always well perceived in social circles especially when feelings are involved. Some of his friends say it’s insensitive, some say it’s a good trait. He’s referred to as the level headed one of the group.
🌻HE HAS FRIENDS!! He’s just very busy and is bad at replying but they all understand it and give him grace.
🌻Sees Shimizu as a younger sister and is very, very protective of her. You better watch the way you speak to her.
🌻Shimizu doesn’t bring guys home to dad, she brings them to the office to Hiromi.
“Well, what did you think of him?!” Shimizu beams, hands clasped together in hope.
“I don’t like him.”
She deflates.
“Of course you don’t.” rolling her eyes “What’s wrong this time?”
“He seems too immature, you keep picking these little college boys, who don’t know a single thing about respect, he just looks like trouble. ” The way he says it makes Shimizu want to throw the binder of case notes in her hand at him.
A beat passes.
“He also couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”
She stifles a laugh at that one.
“Higuruma, of course I’m finding college guys, I’m 25- and still in college.”
He doesn’t say anything, continuing to flip through the client binder on his desk, absentmindedly reaching for the can of black coffee.
Unsatisfied with his lack of response, she says the unthinkable.
“Fine I’ll just find an older guy, like a 45 or something.”
Hiromi chokes on his coffee.
“Absolutely not!” It comes out stricter than he meant it to.
“Everyone is either too old or too young! Make up your mind!”
“If I had it my way you wouldn’t date until you were my age.”
“Pfff, what are you my dad?”
“I’m starting to feel like it, with the way you bring men ‘home’ to meet me.” He grumbles, typing something on his keyboard.
“I- just trust your judgment.” The admission is quiet, cuts right through him.
He couldn’t place the feeling with a better word other than honored. He felt honored to have her trust like that.
He tries to hide the way his features soften, he knows she catches it.
To save face he hardens his visage again.
“My opinion still stands. I don’t like him.”
She huffs a sigh.
“You’re right, I’m probably just gonna block him.”
“For the best.”
🌻When becoming a sorcerer he takes the loss of Shimizu extremely hard. He feels as if he’s failed her. The guilt he feels over traumatizing her the way he did eats him and will until the day he dies. He would even say the guilt he feels over her is bigger than the guilt he feels over taking the lives of the judge and prosecutor.
🌻He keeps up with her life, not in a creepy way, but he keeps his social media (that she forced him to make) just to keep up with her and make sure she is well. Sometimes though when he has had too much to drink he will open up their messages and re-read them. He ends up in tears at the end every time……she never unadded him off anything either which he can’t tell is a blessing or curse.
🌻He doesn’t need alcohol to cry when he sees her wedding photos posted to her facebook page. Stray tears running down his face at the sight of her, Shimizu looked so beautiful and happy, it tore him to pieces, he wished he could have been there. To see her walk down the aisle, to dance with her. He sees a couple of days later her last name changes from Shimizu to her husband's but she’ll always be Shizu to him.
🌻Has a full blown breakdown when he sees that not even a full year later that she had finished her law degree. Sobbing and choking alone in his dingy apartment. Shamelessly saves a picture of her in her cap and gown, he doesn’t care how creepy it may seem, he’s having it framed. He is so unbelievably proud of her, but at the same time dread fills him, seeing her comment below that she is becoming a criminal defense attorney. He’s terrified that she will be ripped apart and destroyed like he was, he almost wants to finally unadd her just so he can’t see it happen. He doesn’t though, he feels if he did it would be like losing her forever.
Nsfw/Relationship.
🌻Hiromi is just like any other person in the world, he masturbates. He would say it’s a normal amount, once a day or maybe every other day. He’d be ashamed to admit when you walk into the picture the frequency definitely increases even before the relationship begins.
🌻He’s definitely queer, he doesn’t really find the time to analyze it more in depth. He has a rough outline of it though, either Pan or Bi he’s settled on. He’s had encounters with men and non-binary people before. Not very well versed in the community but definitely belongs somewhere in it.
🌻A switch with preferences, he likes to dom with female partners and sub with male partners. However he will switch it up depending on what the other party is interested in.
🌻When first entering the relationship Hiromi wouldn’t really know how to act. It has been so long since he’s had something like this, it feels foreign. You navigate it together, it’s bumpy at first.
🌻Hiromi is huge with communication so you don’t have to worry there at all. He is a firm believer of never going to bed angry with each other; he'd rather stay up all night working/hashing it out than going to bed and wondering and thinking the worst.
“I’m just saying, don’t be right on top of me when I get through the door.”
You didn’t think you had done anything wrong, greeting him when he walked in, going in for a hug just to have it thrown back at you.
Naturally you point out how rude he was being and it escalated from there. You two had been going at this for a good thirty minutes now.
“Ugh, just drop it, Hiro.” You say, hands going up in defeat “I think I’m just gonna stay at my place for the night, we can talk about it tomorrow.”
Turning toward the couch you grab you coat slipping it over your shoulders
This fight is stupid anyway. You thought.
Well not stupid you were still fairly upset, he snapped at you when all you were trying to do was love him and it hurt you.
You just wanted the arguing to stop for the night.
Trying to argue with a lawyer felt pointless and you were getting extremely tired of the way he was treating this like a courtroom.
You move to grab your bag and finally catch a glimpse of his face, anger and frustration completely gone from his features. He looked pale, almost scared.
He spoke your name, it was soft and quiet almost like he didn’t know if he was allowed to say it or not.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Hiro, I just think we are both really tired and need a night apart, I’ve been here since Wednesday, we are probably just getting on each other's nerves.”
The fact you were so willing just to leave and the way you threw your hands up like you were surrendering scared him. Like you two were no longer having a discussion like it had become some sort of war to win.
“No.”
“Hiromi-.”
“I don’t want you to leave and go home thinking that I hate you or that your affection bothers me.” He gently takes the bag from your hands, setting it back down on the couch.
“I should have been nicer, I apologize for that….I’m just really tired.” The last part came out quiet almost like he didn’t want to admit it.
He was tired, so so tired.
Too tired to realize he had taken it out on you and then proceeded to escalate it to the point you wanted to leave.
That scared him.
Your face softened. “And I’m sorry for making you feel overwhelmed as soon as you walked in the door, it wasn’t my intention.”
Nodding he pulled you into his chest, you inhale his scent, immediately relaxing into him.
Getting the hug you wanted all along.
“I never want us to leave or go to bed when we are upset with one another.”
You nodded in agreement, tightening your hold on him.
You two stood there for a moment before you began to giggle.
Hiromi pulled back and looked down at you, eyebrow raising inquisitively.
“All of this could have been avoided if you just hugged me like this earlier.” You helplessly giggle at the irony.
“Oh shut up.” He grunts, trying to stifle his own laughter.
🌻Physical intimacy is also rough at first, you always have to initiate. When you had brought the issue up, he about had a heart attack when you said “I just feel like you don’t want me like that.”
Oh it was quite the opposite. He wanted you in all the ways that would make a nun faint.
Now, you two have had sex before, it was nice, sweet and soft. Hiromi never wanted to cross a line with delving into anything “rougher” and he would always let you initiate.
He feared scaring you off with his kinks.
He wanted to grab and paw at you all over all of the time if he could.
You made him feel like a sleezey, horny college kid.
Which is very inconvenient for a 36yo defense attorney.
He wanted to see how many ways he could bend and position your body.
Manhandle you.
Leave hand prints behind, sooth them with his mouth after words.
Saying soft, sweet praises to you while doing so.
He wanted to see how much you could take.
He wanted complete control of your orgasm.
He wants to edge you until you cry, to circle your clit with his tongue just the way you like and just when you are about to cum he’d stop.
He wanted to watch the tears rundown your face as he drilled his cock into you. He wanted you to beg for more, babble at him because it feels so good, to hear you whimper and scream.
You are a beautiful, competent woman and he wanted to fuck you stupid.
“You have no idea-“ he cut himself off.
The way you furrow your brows and tilt your head at him has his cock twitching in his pants.
You really have no idea what you do to this man.
“I do want you like that, I just don’t know if I can control myself- rather I fear doing something or acting a certain way that upsets you.”
Your eyes widened at the admission, this whole time the man had been fighting to keep his hands off of you.
That’s so hot. Is all you can think.
“Whatever you want to do to me, I want it.” Your voice lowered.
With the way his heart rate picked up he swore it was echoing off the walls.
“Sweetheart-“
“I’m serious, Romi, whatever you want, I can take it.”
With a heavy sigh he stood up from the couch, pulling his tie loose before stepping in front of you.
A switch flipped.
“Fine then. Kneel.”
🌻He definitely carries an old fashioned way about him. He is the kind of guy to carry your bag for you, open doors for you, hold the umbrella. He had a specific thing when it came to the sidewalk, you walk on the inside, no excuses. That alone always had you blushing, such a casual way to say that he cared but it was so loud it was deafening, and he had no idea the effect it had on you.
🌻He does not care about the stigma of a woman’s period. He will run out and get you whatever products you need, has the exact brand saved in his notes app. Will proudly walk right up to the check out counter with no other item in his hand, he doesn’t need a cover.
🌻Period sex, It doesn’t gross him out in the slightest.
“Hiro- are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to-“
“I want to.” Short and to the point.
He coaxes you on your back and hovers over your body, careful not to put his full weight anywhere, he knows you’re sensitive right now.
“I just wanna make you feel good.” He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours.
Hands running up and down your sides not trying to feel for his own enjoyment but to sooth your aching body.
“Do you want it? I read that an orgasm can help cramping and pressure- not to say I’m trying to sway you-“
You giggle at him, so attentive yet so nervous.
“Yes, I want you to make me feel good.”
He’s so slow with it, he doesn’t wanna hurt you.
It’s so sweet and endearing.
Makes you cum with just his fingers circling your clit first and then eases his fingers into you slowly. He’s so gentle until you start asking for more, then he gives it to you.
“Hiromi, please if you don’t put it in me soon I will die.” You huff, squirming in his grip.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
So impatient, he thinks.
“I just wanna make sure you’re ready, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says so sweetly like he isn’t curling his fingers into that one spot that is extra sensitive due to your time of the month.
“It’s okay, please, ready.” You pant.
He slots himself between your legs, cock in hand, giving himself lazy strokes.
Feeling himself notch himself at your entrance, you feel a slight panic.
No condom?
“Wait, shouldn’t you wear a condom? it’s probably gross.”
He scoffs, not at you but at the way you have been conditioned to believe that a period is gross.
“Relax please, let me take care of you, don’t worry about stuff like that, it’s not gross.”
You have no room to argue as he’s pushing himself in you.
Not all at once, slowly.
If you didn’t know he was doing it to be sweet and considerate you would think he was doing it to torture you.
“Fuck, Hiro, faster already.”
“So needy.” He tuts but listens to your request.
You grind your hips up to meet his. You need all of him all at once in every way possible.
Every time your hips meet, breathy moans and grunt escape your lips in tandem.
Getting absolutely lost in each other.
His intrusion is easing the dull ache in your belly and building up a new one of a different kind.
Nuzzling his face into your neck planting sloppy kisses in the junction between your shoulder and neck.
With the way his hips stutter you can tell he’s just as close as you are.
“Hiro, gonna make me cum again.”
He quickly brings his fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles on the swollen bud.
The extra stimulation has you squirming against him, it’s not long before your walls are squeezing him so unforgivingly.
“Tight- squeezing me-not gonna last.” He goes long enough to work you through the rest of your orgasm before hitting his own. Burying himself to the hilt he spills into you, grinding against your poor sore cervix.
The twinge of pain only prolongs your pleasure.
Feathers light kisses pepper your shoulder, sweet “Thank you”s murmured after each one.
Lifting his head he presses his clammy forehead against yours
“I love you.”
“I want ice cream.”
Both said at the same time, he laughs out loud.
“Oh and that too I guess.” You add, red creeping up your cheeks.
He gives you that goofy smile before pressing his lips to yours.
“That too, I guess.” He mocks getting up.
“You better have ice cream when you come back!”
🌻Being the huge empath he is seeing his partner in any sort of pain absolutely guts him. It’s almost unbearable. He feels like he needs to make it right, anything to get you to stop hurting. If it’s someone they will be hearing from him. If it’s something he will not leave your side looking for something to remedy the discomfort. If he’s at work it’s constant communication, maybe even sitting on the phone with you. Anything to make you feel better and in all honesty to ease his mind too.
🌻This man is kinky. Extremely. Under the suit and tie lies something ferocious. His big 3 are Orgasm Control, Breeding, and Impact Play. He can explain the 1st and 3rd but the 2nd is a mystery to him, he never thought he wanted children but the thought of filling you up and having you swollen with his baby gets him hard. Now he is still responsible, you both are, you’re on the pill. For now.
🌻He’s such a selfless lover, in every sense of the word. Always you before him in every way. His love language is acts of service, making sure you are taken care of the way you need. Not in an overbearing way but he’s making sure your necessities around the house are stocked up. You always wake up to a water bottle placed by your side of the bed and a note that reminds you to stay hydrated and that there is coffee waiting for you in the kitchen. He finds the time to text you making sure you have eaten and if you are well.
As I said, I cannot stop writing for this man! I need more Higuruma writers to come out of the shadows! This tired, depressed, hangdog eyed sunflower man has really done something to my creativity!
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Ooh… interesting indeed! We’d make quite the cool Cursed Spirit so let’s try this out! I can imagine Sukuna would enjoy a Venom! minion quite a lot
Sukuna Ryomen- Goopy Parasite
Venom
Venom’s the name of one of the most vile brutal difficult Cursed Spirits known to sorcery-kind. Even Gojo Satoru himself struggles with handling this being, it’s goopy, it’s acidic and it won’t tolerate physical contact and just regenerates instantaneously… it simply won’t let sorcerers exorcise it… so, it’s a infuriating headache to all races, except it’s fellow cursed spirits
Especially to the King of Curses, Sukuna Ryomen himself. He had been dormant for hundreds to thousands of years so he had never been able to catch up with what his own slaves have been doing to the lowly race called humans. When he was finally freed by a simple fifteen year old boy, Sukuna had been granted a new opportunity to dominant the world as he desired eras ago
Sukuna could hear and see everything the boy did, some of it was enough to boil his blood, some of it made him dose of. The rare 5% that piped his interest changed the tortuous hours being trapped in the mind of some beefhead wroth it. Sukuna hears about you. The Venom, one of the most complicated cursed spirits for the sorcery clan to face off
And he immediately perks up in wonder and curiosity over this cursed spirit. He’s never heard of such entity, he’s never heard of the idea of a measly cursed spirit taking his mantle as unbeatable and difficult to face down. Sukuna wishes to know of this cursed spirit and see what he can do with it
Dispose of or create his minion… he’s looking forward to making that decision
Luckily for Sukuna after learning about this valuable information he keeps floating shallowly in his regal mind for a while, the boring mission Yuji was sent onto with his little friends, got significantly more intriguing when he sees through the teen’s eyes that what he wanted most has come to him on a silver platter
You. You’ve arrived at his feet! The Venom itself, in all your goopy mighty tall pitch black glory. Stretchable big jaw dropping further… you’re one of the top Special Grade cursed spirits. That fact makes Yuji and his little posse terrified, Sukuna can just sense those pathetic feelings and it amuses him greatly
Sukuna’s plan is getting closer and closer to him every second he watches this movie of a real life situation played before him on basically a big screen from his threatening sharp bone throne, dark blood red eyes following every movement you make
All of them heavy and brutish, almost caveman-like, as you don’t express much mercy. In-fact, you’re already throwing around Yuji’s little friends like they are mere toys to you since in your mind, they are trespassing on your territory and your territory is this entire planet
Sukuna smirks amused, he hasn’t seen such a good feeding session in years on end now. You’re beautiful and he has decided whilst watching how simply overwhelming you are as an opponent to the fellow despised sorcerers. He shouldn’t waste time and energy killing a creature this useful, he can just make you serve him as your King
Sukuna can only really watch from the sidelines through Yuji’s eyes as the fight rages on rather violently, in the most delicious way. Yet, this fun doesn’t last forever since it’s almost like fate and the cosmos above wants you to make contact with him, since you already strike with your durable sharp claws at Yuji when basically throwing both his little friends into the ground as if they are bugs to be squashed. The perfect moment for him
The mere moment you swipe at Yuji’s face to try blind him, Sukuna triggers his power to transport anybody he desires into his body in that second or two… mainly being cursed spirits, and through a speedy tunnel of flashing lights. You go from trying to paint the walls with Yuji’s bodily fluids to being stood before the King of the Curses
A King that looks thrilled to see his target stationed and defenceless before his towering throne made of the calcium of his past victims, though continues to contain his emotions openly and expresses a more neutrally sadistic charm. His red locked on the tall muscular black parasite before him
Sukuna doesn’t wait for you to speak, he speaks up loud and proud with the expectation that you’ll listen to your King as you should. He knows you, based on the attitude he just studied previously, don’t do things such as reason and basic thinking. You fight and win recklessly, you don’t plan as you don’t need it at all. You can maim all your victims by merely smashing them into surfaces until they turn to red mist
“You’re the special little animal I’ve been hearing so much about~”
Sukuna can see the way you look visibly stunned in either amazement or fear. Whatever you feel, it doesn’t concern him. He’s concerned about convincing you to join his side and serve him as he demands and he can pay you handsomely for doing so. He doesn’t worry about the potential chance he’ll lose you, he won’t
You yourself silently listens when standing upright from being in the middle of your vicious attacking position, rolling up and looking with big sharp white eyes at the King of Curses as he speaks both calmly and condescendingly. To you… it seems this King thinks of you as a dumb animal
And Sukuna does. He does think of you as a mere dumb animal, like some gorilla of raw strength but whilst that is… suitable. He prefers your much more terrestrial capabilities, the ones that form you into a beast nobody can truly land a hand on. He wants that as his own, to be under his thumb loyally
“Now. Listen to me, my lovely little black widow. I want you to work with me, be my right-hand little curse and you’ll get a rich future in favour of helping me dispose of this brat and his brats~”
Sukuna doesn’t pull any punches or just pull out bullshit. He straight up tells you his desires and arrogantly believes you’ll obey him, since he has far too much to offer back. Only a real fool would say no to this King and he doesn’t believe you have that little of brain. His quiet yet calm judgement is burning through you like a fire as he waits surprisingly patient for your response
Sukuna was genuinely surprised that you could speak fluently and it made him more interested but nevertheless, he doesn’t comment the thoughts that cross his conscious as you pipe up with your gravelly very monstrous voice. That he owns you his side of the offer, that’s all you say. However… he knows what you mean
You’ve accepted his offer, you just want to make sure he isn’t lying to exploit you. Sukuna wants to exploit you but he also isn’t that cheap of a sly bastard, he’s more exquisite than that. He’ll pay you back and if you’re still of worth by the time, he’ll decide if he is to keep you alive or not. You may be mighty but you’re a ant, compared to him
Sukuna nods pleased as he speaks as pleased, expressing his pleasure at your positive response and he does, once again, rather pet-ify you by speaking like you’re just his obedient little dog. He’d have pet your head and coo if he was any closer, but he also decides you’re not deserving of his love bombing
You need to do more work for him, take care of those brats from the outside and help him gain his own corporeal form. Until then, he’ll give you all the love you could desire
“Good little one… I knew I could rely on you~”
Sukuna praises proudly and content but yet his seductive sleek voice has no true meaning in it, he doesn’t view you as anything but just a simple useful tool but he also knows he cannot use you as a tool. You’ll fight back against him and he can’t afford that, he needs servants to devote themselves to him and his resurrection
Never once moving from his comfortable position upon his throne, he already had fulfilled his duty with you and doesn’t need you in his domain anymore but he won’t let you leave without reminding you that you cannot fail him. He will find you if you dare, behave and you’ll get as many sorcerer to kill and eat as you want
Waving his hand to you as a ‘fair well, my new friend’. You respond with a simple surprisingly cute noise of interest and acknowledgment. You usually don’t like to work with others but then again… you are before a cursed spirit far above you and if you just give him what you want, you’ll get more victims to put your hands on!
Before you’re sent off, back to existence, by Sukuna’s will. He gives off another little comment to drill into your head firmly you’ve basically made the deal with the devil but he honestly couldn’t sound and look more bored. Not really because he is bored by you, but because he’s gonna be bored having to watch the best and his posse part from you like cowards
He’s always looking forward to seeing you again
“Don’t fail me, my little black widow ~ I’m watching you. Make me proud and you’ll get Gojo Satoru’s head to devour”
