if its ok can u make a sukunaxtransman!reader? Im trans and i barely see any fics with transman reader!!
sukuna is the type of guy who doesn’t do the whole dating, talking-stage, or situationship type bullshit. with him, you’re either a nuisance that needs to be exterminated, or a treasure that he will hold close to his chest and and protect forever. no inbetween, no half-assing, and no “i’m kinda talking to this guy” sort of thing. he’s decisive, almost aggressively so, in who he chooses to associate himself with—which, up until now, has only consisted of uraume and various other nameless individuals who keep their heads down in fear of the tattooed curse tyrant.
when sukuna heard about a new offering from some village—a supposedly cute one, at that—he scoffed absentmindedly, waving uraume away with a lazy flick of his hand to go and collect said prize, and bring him back to his throne room.
when, against all doubts, someone like you was presented to him—human, pathetic (almost adorable, even), and deliciously frightened of him—he decided that he’d have a field day with you. you cowered at the foot of his throne perfectly. quivering lips, tears flowing down your eyes, begging him not to kill you as uraume used their ice technique to freeze your hands in place behind your back, and shortly after to freeze your mouth too.
you’re not all too sure what happened after that jumble of screaming and crying—you just remember something blunt and cold colliding with your head—but you’re lucky enough to at least wake up.
days, weeks and months pass you by under sukuna’s care, which he masks as ‘subject supervision’, and you come to find out that the seven-foot curse king, is actually just a big baby.
he’s quite new to a ton of things actually, such as the affection you’ve started giving him after he’s done something you approve of, but he’s slowly warming up to it.
for instance, kuna—yes, you started calling him that now (and he let you)—had actually been able to control his rage after stubbing his toe on a particularly sharp floor decoration. one that was meant to exist solely for his worship, and had almost made him destroy the entire palace.
sukuna feels soft, sleek digits trace down from his bicep to his forearm—the place on his body that he knew you could reach with the most ease. “human.” he grumbles under his breath—voice deep and intimidating to anyone else, but to you
“you’re getting better at controlling your temper.” says your voice beneath him. gentle, kind and coaxing—three other concepts sukuna isn’t well acquainted with. “come down here i wanna give you a kiss.” you add, your request jarring in it’s simplicity.
he doesn’t look down at you, instead, the lower set of his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you eye-to-eye level with him. his face a grimace, yet flushed as he stares at you like a puzzle he’s determined to solve.
“do not offer me kisses as some sort of treat for my patience, peasant.” and you just blink in his arms, dumbfounded. he sets you down gently, though, and turns to face your shared chambers. “bed in fifteen minutes, that or you’ll find yourself hung like the chandelier.” what he means is: please come to bed soon, i want to hold you.
when he doesn’t find you in bed within 10, he’s already on his way searching for you. he initially checks the dining hall, because sometimes he finds you snacking there at three am—nope, you’re not present. he checks the garden because he knows you like gazing over the array of peonies and camellias he had planted for you. still a no-show. he finally checks the bathrooms and finds you fidgeting with the zipper of your black binder behind your back.
he leans against the doorframe of the bathroom with his upper set of arms, crossing his lower set of arms over his mid-torso, eyes tracing your body slowly, appreciatively.
he steps behind you, two arms around your neck, one on your hip, and one easily unzipping the synthetic fabric of the chest binder. “don’t concern yourself with such menial tasks. if you need help, call a servant—don’t leave me waiting.”
your hand now rests on his forearm in front of you. “or,” you start. “you can just say you miss me.” followed by a giggle to giddy to belong to the husband of the king of curses.
he scoffs again. “human.” and your binder is discarded on the floor as he yanks you up into his arms, bridal style. “we’re going to bed.”
the walk to bed is silent, yet quick as the man shuffles his way over to the canopied bedroom. soft, silken sheets are plush beneath you as he lays you down, and they also drape over you, softening the very faint light coming from the stars outside.
kuna’s arms are wrapped around you, both pairs, as he and you both sloelt, blissfully drift off to sleep.
a/n: i know nothing of flowers and royalty and whatever so this was ass i’m sorry • also idk if they had binders in the heian era but hey • sorry if the ending feels rushed 😭
