can someone help me find this sukuna fic where he is like a mob boss/mafia and reader is an art gallery director? reader is very broke and they met in the museum where like there's an event (art exhibition) and sukuna started to hit up on reader and even bought her an expensive painting and delivered it in readers apartment. reader didnt know about sukuna being a mafia and only found out later on after they finished having sex and sukuna was on a call and reader heard it and confronted him
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Everyone in the village runs when Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, shows up. Everyone except you. Because apparently being held by the throat by a terrifying four-armed monster is the perfect time to ask, “Do you want a bite?” Unfortunately for Sukuna, you’re already in love with him.
(A/n: I got the inspiration from the song, "I'm in love with a monster by fifth harmony" HAHAHAA)
Content warnings: fluff, crack/humor, dark humor, implied violence, choking/neck grabbing, and kidnapping.
The evening festival in the village was supposed to be a peaceful affair. You were having the absolute time of your life, navigating the crowded dirt paths, happily feasting on a perfectly grilled meat skewer in your right hand, while clutching a bundle of beautiful, freshly bought silks in your left arm. You were completely new to this region, still trying to settle into the quiet countryside.
Then, the festive music abruptly stopped.
The bright, cheerful atmosphere was instantly crushed by a sudden, suffocating weight. The air grew ice-cold, and a heavy, dense pressure settled over the entire valley, making it difficult to even breathe. Screams pierced the night air. Villagers began dropping their belongings, stampeding in the opposite direction in a blind, hysterical panic.
"The Demon King is here!" someone shrieked, tripping over a lantern. "Run! Ryomen Sukuna has descended!"
You stood perfectly still, blinking in utter confusion. You knew absolutely nothing about curses, jujutsu, or whoever this 'Sukuna' guy was. All you knew was that a perfectly good festival was being ruined. Curious, and still tightly holding your skewer and silks, you decided to ignore the fleeing crowd and walk straight toward the center of the heavy energy.
You pushed past a final set of paper-lantern stalls, stepping into the wide-open courtyard of the village shrine.
And there he was.
Standing in the center of the destruction was a towering, god-like figure. He was massive, easily twice the size of a normal man, with four muscular arms and heavy, dark curse markings stretching across his skin. Four glowing, crimson eyes narrowed as he surveyed the empty village, a lethal, deeply arrogant gaze on his marked face. He looked like the definition of death itself.
Sukuna huffed, clicking his tongue in pure annoyance. He hated when his prey ran away too quickly—it made his visits entirely boring. He turned his head to leave, but his upper eyes caught sight of a lone figure standing at the edge of the courtyard.
It was you.
Sukuna’s four eyes narrowed into a look of absolute, cold disgust. He despised the weak, and the fact that a pathetic human was standing in his presence without groveling on the floor irritated him instantly.
In a fraction of a second—faster than human eyes could track—Sukuna materialized directly in front of you. The sheer wind pressure from his speed nearly knocked you off your feet. Before you could even blink, one of his massive, clawed upper hands shot forward, locking around your throat with a brutal, crushing grip. He lifted you entirely off the ground with a single arm.
Your silks dropped to the dirt. Your grip tightened on your meat skewer out of pure reflex as you gasped for air, your legs dangling helplessly in the space between you.
"You boring, stupid insect," Sukuna spat, his deep, multi-layered voice dripping with absolute arrogance and malice. He looked up at your struggling form with complete boredom, his free hands flexing their sharp black claws. "Did your tiny brain freeze? You stand there staring at me instead of begging for your life. I'll take your head off for wasting my time."
He began to tighten his grip, fully intending to snap your neck and move on with his night. He expected tears. He expected a pathetic scream.
But what the King of Curses didn't expect was the look in your eyes.
Even with his large hand choking the air out of your lungs, your pupils didn't widen in terror. Instead, your mind completely short-circuited. Up close, his giant, heavily muscled frame, the sharp lines of his marked jaw, and the terrifying glow of his four crimson eyes were... the finest things you had ever witnessed in your entire life. Your face flushed a deep, breathless pink. Literal cartoon hearts practically formed in your eyes as you looked down at your executioner.
"Do..." you squeezed out, your voice a tiny, strained wheeze against his tight grip. You feebly raised your right hand, pointing the half-eaten meat skewer at his face. "Do you... want a bite?"
Sukuna froze. His grip on your throat loosened just a fraction out of sheer, unadulterated bewilderment. He stared at the meat skewer, then back up at your deeply flushed, starstruck face.
"What did you just say to me, brat?" he growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous, incredulous hiss.
"I can't... help it," you squeaked, your heart hammering a frantic, high-energy pop beat against your ribs. You looked at the terrifying monster who had almost murdered you, and blurted out the absolute, unfiltered truth. "Your tattoos are so hot... I think I'm in love."
Behind a nearby broken festival cart, Uraume—who had been quietly waiting to clean up your remains—nearly choked on their own breath, staring at you in absolute, horrified disbelief.
Sukuna stared at you for three long, agonizing seconds. The undisputed Scourge of Humanity, a being who had slaughtered entire lineages without a second thought, was completely speechless. Then, a slow, incredulous smirk began to pull at the corner of his lips, evolving into a loud, booming laugh that echoed violently across the abandoned village.
He didn't drop you; instead, his grip shifted from your throat to your waist, casually tossing your gasping body over his massive shoulder like a sack of groceries.
"You really are an absolute, shameless lunatic," Sukuna rumbled, his lower arms crossing over his chest as he turned away from the shrine, completely forgetting his desire to kill you. His eyes glittered with a sudden, wicked amusement. "A monster, they call me. I almost tear your throat out, and you stand there swooning. Fine then, brat. You're coming back to my palace. Let's see how long that pretty little heart-eyed look lasts when I really put you to work."
You didn't even protest. You just wrapped one arm around his massive shoulder, completely content with your sudden kidnapping. He was rude, he was arrogant, and he was a literal nightmare—but you were officially in love with a monster, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
husband!sukuna who loves your bratty attitude ( ˶´ ᵕ `˶ )
"No!" you huffed, tilting your chin up without even looking at him. "I'm not moving inside just because you told me to. You don't own me!"
A low, rumbling chuckle echoed from his chest, a sound that usually made the rest of the world shake in terror.
In a single, fluid blur of movement, the shadow of his massive frame washed over you. Before you could even react, a heavy, clawed hand cupped the back of your neck, his thumb lightly pressing against your pulse point.
"Is that so?" sukuna’s voice rasped against your ear, hot breath fanning across your skin as he leaned down, trapping you against his chest. "a tiny thing like you, telling me no?"
"Let go, you giant brute," you muttered, trying to pull away, but your stubbornness only made his grin widen.
"mhm.."
His lower pair of eyes were watching the blush creep up your neck. He didn't tighten his grip, but his touch was possessively firm, a subtle reminder of the terrifying power held behind every touch.
With a effortless pull, he hauled you directly onto his lap so you were sitting facing him, straddling his thighs as his thick arm wrapped around your waist to anchor you flush against his chest. You let out a soft gasp, your hands instinctively dropping onto his broad shoulders for support.
"So brave when you're within arm's reach," he purred, his lips brushing against yours with every word, teasing you. "Tell me again how you're not going to listen to me, princess."
You tried to hold your stern, bratty expression, but the sheer warmth of his body and the intimate closeness made your pulse race, completely ruining your tough act.
Sukuna smirked against your mouth, "That's what I thought," he murmured, before finally closing the distance to kiss you deeply.
His lips claimed yours with a slow, heavy intensity that instantly stole the breath right out of your lungs.
The hand at the back of your neck tangled gently into your hair, holding you perfectly still, pressing you flush against the solid heat of his chest.
When he finally pulled back just a fraction, his thumb softly traced the curve of your bottom lip while your breathing stayed uneven and flushed.
He had to admit to himself that there was something wildly entertaining and almost addictive about the way you treated him, and he loved every single second of it.
Above all, he enjoyed the late hours of the night, when he could take his time putting you in your place and reminding you exactly who was in charge.
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i love to imagine an au where sukuna is essentially like tomoe in which he used to be this violent killing machine but that was until he met a human girl who changed his ways etc etc but she dies and he is now super sad and mikage or some other jjk character finds him and turns him into a familiar for a god and fast forward to the present jjk world where mikage/the god is gone and in comes a new girl who looks just like his past lover but his pride won’t let him serve a college girl etc etc idk i could see this with gojo too or kashimo but i esp like this idea with sukuna (jjk x kamisama kiss??) also this may have been done before i didn’t do ANYY research pls dont flame me
hi hi! can someone help an amiga out? i’m looking for a fic. reader was married to gojo but then he lost his memory, reader left him but was pregnant with his kid. by the time he remembers and looks for reader. reader’s with sukuna. PLEASE IM SEARCHING FAR AND WIDE FOR ITTTTT
