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Trueform!Ryomen Sukuna x elder!Reader

Tags: Angst with no comfort, ooc Sukuna, Sukuna calls reader 'wife' so fem-alligned!reader ig?, dementia and death

A/N: So like I had a depressive episode and now I want you all to suffer

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It was a quiet summer afternoon. You were perched under your favorite sakura blossom tree. Your husband, Ryomen, was sat right next to you, his four eyes closed and your hands in his, fingers intertwining.

You had just scattered some seeds on the ground for the ducks to eat. Now you were looking as they pecked on them, a smile on your wrinkled face. You could hear a huff next to you, and when you turned to look at your husband, you were met with his crimson gaze on you, a half smirk on his face.

"You should stop feeding them. They're fat enough as is."

You rolled your eyes at that, leaning your head against his broad, tattooed shoulder. Your boney thumb caressed the back of his hand out of habit.

"You always say that. They're not even fat."

Ryomen let out a 'tsk', one of four his hands coming to rest at your head against his shoulder, caressing your soft, grey locks

"Yes they are, wife."

It was a routine the two of you have established, you would always be sitting under the same sakura blossom and converse while you fed the ducks. One day, you were both sat under it again. But this time, you didn't scatter seeds like you usually did. Ryomen hummed, brushing your silver locks through his fingers.

"Hmph, finally decided they were fat enough, haven't you, wife?"

You looked around a bit before looking up at your husband, as if making sure he was talking to you despite the fact you were alone.

"Ducks? What ducks? I don't see any."

The salmon haired curse looked down at you with a raised brow, clicking his tongue before replying with a grumble in his voice

"The ducks you feed everyday, obviously. Don't play games with me, woman"

That just seemed to confuse you even more. You don't exactly recall feeding any ducks.

"Ryomen, I think you hit your head, I never fed any ducks."

Your husband had to hold back a remark. It was strange that you forgot something you do daily. But he could sense you weren't lying, so how was it possible? Unless..

The King of Curses cleared his throat, gently rubbing your side with another arm

"It's getting late, let's go inside, wife. Uraume made your favorite."

Your eyes brightened a little at the mention of your favorite food. A smile spread over your wrinkled lips. Your frail, boney arms went to use Ryomen as your support, your legs shaking as you slowly got up. Once you did, your husband handed you your cane and supported your back with hand, stabelizing you.

After a delicious lunch with your husband, you were sat on the bed. Your eyes gazed through the room, as if in a trance. When Ryomen entered the room, he noticed you mindlessly gazing. He sat next to you on the bed, looking down at you.

"Ryomen, where am I?"

When that question left your lips, The Cursed King's eyes widened slightly. Forgetting a part of your daily routine is one thing. But forgetting where you are is something he wasn't hoping for. He let out a sigh, placing his hand over yours

"You're home, wife. In our bedroom."

Your mouth went into an 'o' shape, realizing slowly where you were

"Oh, what was I going to do?"

Ryomen breathed out through his nose in slight irritation. Not because of your question, but because of the reason why you were asking those questions.

"You were.. about to take a nap, wife."

His arms went to slowly lift your legs up once he said that, draping the covers over your wrinkly, old body. Once you were properly tucked in, he pressed his lips against your forehead, kissing it softly.

"Rest well, wife."

He mumbled before slipping under the covers next to you, holding your body close to his with a gentleness that he had achieved over the years of being married to you.

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Day by day, your forgetfulness had gotten worse. During breakfast, you didn't recognize his loyal servant and cook, Uraume. When he brought you to the koi pond you loved so much, you didn't look at it with the same fondness as before.

Despite Ryomen's distaste for humans, except you, he had brought you to a doctor, who said you had an 'umbrella disease' called dementia. Which made you forget little and big things from your daily life. When Ryomen asked if there was any cure, the doctor shook his head. It made your husband's non-existent heart drop, the bit of hope he had for his wife to be 'cured' was gone.

But he stood strong.

Everyday, he would do small activities with you, like going on a picnic date. Not just for your joy and happiness, but also for the small thread of hope he had that maybe you'll remember some things from the past, like the outings to festivals you two always had.

But alas, just as the doctor said, much to his dismay, you never could remember. You just kept forgetting, and forgetting. It was a part of the life of a mortal.

One quiet evening, you were sat on your favorite reading chair next to the fireplace, reading a book. Atleast you didn't forget that, Ryomen thought, who was sat on his own chair next to you. Your hands were held together, fingers intertwined. At a certain moment, the silence was interrupted by your voice, whispering softly.

"Ryomen.."

The pink-haired curse looked to the side. Your book was shut closed on your lap, and you were staring at the fireplace. His brows furrowed as he went to kneel infront of you, his thumb caressing the back of your hand

"Yes, wife? What is the matter?"

You breathed in deeply, your eyelids heavy and your lips quivering ever so slightly as you breathed back out

"I love you.."

It was at that moment that The King of Curses realized that your cursed energy had faded away, like sand escaping through his fingers. He couldn't feel your heart beating, and he couldn't feel your warmth anymore.

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You had left him.

And he couldn't even tell you he loved you back.

Papamin Headcanons

T/W: Fluff, bad grammar, pregancy mention, kinda short, gender of the baby not specified, girldad Nanami mention

This is kind of a continuation of my Nanami dating headcanons

Okay so ever since he heard that you're pregnant with his child, he has been over the moon ever since! He's always dreamed of having a little family with you and that dream is becoming a reality!!

Boy or girl? Doesn't matter to him, he'll cherish the baby no matter what!! (girldad Papamin would go SO HARD THOUGH!!! His little princess who's got him wrapped around her little chubby finger❤️)

He'd be so weak for the baby UAAGHHHH!!! Buying them the CUTEST onesies and clothes to take pictures of them with, buying them toys and stuffed animals like crazy! He'd get them everything their little heart desires if you didn't stop him :(((

He's been trying his hardest to save up enough money to retire early so you guys can move to Maleysia with your little family :(((

He definetly carries a picture of you and your children in his wallet, his protecting talisman!

If your child ever turns out to be a jujutsu sorcerer like you both, he will never allow them to attend Jujutsu Tech for their own safety

He wants atleast two children, but he'd never force you to!

Whenever it's cold outside, he makes sure your child is extra warm dressed with a cute scarf, mittens and a cute beanie or earmuffs to keep their little ears warm!

If you don't have time to go to parent teacher conferences, he'll gladly go to see how well his little one is doing in school! They're smart like papa after all

(when your child's first word wasn't 'papa', he was sulking about it for a couple of days)

He insisted onto making a picture book with all of your child's accomplishments, no matter how 'little' they are! First time crawling? Into the picture book! First time eating icecream? Into the picture book! (he has a digital copy of the picture book that he looks at whenever he is on a mission so he can always remember why he is fighting. To come back home to his little family 🥰)

When your child becomes a toddler and can have sorta decent conversations, he'll sometimes sneak in a little dad joke

"Papa? Papa, I'm hungry!"

"You're hungry? I thought you were (C/N)?" (child's name. Also, dad jokes have my heart, could you tell?)

Sometimes when Nanami makes a certain expression and your child's in the same room as him, they'll copy his facial expression 100% (AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE!!!)

Thank you for reading till the end!~

-Misha

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Hi!

This is not exactly a request, i'm just curious about your opinion (but if it inspires you to write something i'd be happy to read of course).

Which jjk men you think could sense it if their partner was feeling bad about something? I mean it a way that maybe they didn't even see each other that day and even if their partner didn't text or call them, there is a valid reason for that so it's not supposed to be suspicious. They shouldn't know something's up but somehow they always do as if they have spidey senses or something.

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That's a really interesting thing to think about

Honestly when I read this I thought about 2 people: Sukuna and Gojo

For gojo it would be because of his Six Eyes, he can literally see everything so he'd know when his partner is feeling down in the dumps, but I feel like he would first wait until his partner comes to him to talk about whatever is bothering them, but if they don't then Gojo would just find an excuse to point out their gloomy aura

As for Sukuna, I'm kinda influenced by how @/retiredteabag writes him! But it's just so good I can't help it. I feel like Sukuna can look into the souls of others and feel it quivering when someone is scared or bursting from joy when someone is happy etc etc

But unlike Gojo, he wouldn't wait until his partner says something but confront them immediately. He'd act like he doesn't really care and that it's just bothering, but he secretly does care even if he doesn't wanna admit it

This was so fun to think about! Maybe I'll make a smau about this prompt, thanks for stopping by :)

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Modern!Sukuna x Kindergarten teacher!reader

A/N: modern!au, Sukuna is Yuij's uncle, written with female reader in mind

Wc: 984 words.

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Sukuna was pissed.

Why, you might ask? Well, he had gotten in trouble last night because of Toji (again), and he was planning to rest today after that whole ordeal with him. But instead, his oh so brilliant twin brother thought it was a good idea to drop his 3-year-old son off at his dingy apartment, right before the first day of kindergarten. And the reason why Jin couldn't do it himself? Because he is going overseas with his wife Kaori for their 'job'. Sukuna would've given the brat to Choso, since he loves the little shit. But the oldest brother is in university on the other side of Japan! Just his luck.

So, here he was, in an environment a man like him shouldn't be in. He was clad in dark jeans, a white tank top, and a black leather jacket, along with some dark leather boots to match. Meanwhile, his nephew Yuij was walking next to him, holding his hand while wearing his little school uniform and his backpack on his back, which had a picture of a tiger on it.

The tattooed man walked with his nephew down the halls, trying to find the kid's classroom. A kindergarten shouldn't be so big, dammit! Sukuna was so focused trying to find Yuij's classroom, he didn't notice when he bumped into someone holding a stack of whatever. The man scoffed and continued walking, but his nephew stood still and looked up at him, imitating his uncle's scowl.

"Thas mean, uncle Kwuna! Say sowwy and 'elp 'er!" (That’s mean, uncle Kuna! Say sorry and help her!)

Sukuna let out a groan. God, he can't believe he's listening to a snotty 3-year-old. He turned around, slumping towards where the person was trying to gather all the items back in their arms. He removed his hands from his jean pockets and crouched down, helping them collect it.

He then handed the folders back, grunting a 'here you go'. In return, the person offered him a friendly smile and a soft "thank you!". Now that he thinks of it, they're not unpleasant to look at. But Sukuna quickly shook off those thoughts. Why would he care about that? It's just a stupid staff member in a stupid kindergarten. He quickly snapped out of those thoughts when that same soft voice broke through the silence once more.

"Are you lost? Parents usually bring their kids in through the gates."

Sukuna clicked his tongue, shoving one hand back in his jean pocket while the other held Yuij's hand. 'Not my kid,' he corrected. He didn't know why, though. But when he realized how he looked right now, he quickly added on with a 'I'm his uncle.' Great, he definetly did not look like he was about to shove children in the back of his van with the promise of a puppy or some shit. But instead of a suspicious look, he just got another soft smile and a small laugh instead. It wasn't a laugh of mockery, or one you give when a situation is awkward. No, this one was genuine. One of… amusement? Sukuna didn't know.

"Oh, how cute! Well, it seems like you know where you're going, right?"

Was that teasing in her voice? He couldn't tell. All he could hear was the thumping of his heart in his ears, but he wasn't angry. The leather-clad man felt weird, but he had no time to think about it when he saw her walking away. He didn't know where he was going, damn it, and his nephew needed to go to class. So, for the first time in his life, Ryomen Sukuna swallowed up his pride and called out to the staff member

'I uh- I don't know where I'm going. Can you.."

Sukuna took in a deep breath, his eyes focused on everything except the woman before him. God, he didn't know why he was struggling to get his words out. Maybe because he wasn't used to asking others for things. He usually just took whatever he wanted. And if he couldn't take something, then he threatened for answers.

"..Show me where classroom 2-A is?"

The woman before him smiled softly at his question, laughing softly before nodding her head "Of course I can. As a matter of fact, I'm heading over to that classroom. Follow me, please."

The salmon-haired man walked after the staff member, still holding his nephew's hand as they followed after her. Soon enough, they reached the classroom where Yuiji was supposed to be. The toddler looked up at his uncle, giving him a gummy smile and a hug to his leather-booted leg

"Bwye-bwye, uncie 'Kuna!" (Bye-bye, Uncle Kuna)

The little boy exclaimed before happily running into the classroom. Kids weren't usually this excited for school, Sukuna thought. Or maybe it was just him who hated all forms of school, it is the reason why he dropped out of high school so early. He turned around, intending to go back to his car and get some rest after the shenanigans Toji pulled on him yesterday. But for some reason, he felt the need to turn around and look at the woman who had brought him here in the first place

"Thanks for showing the way, miss.. uh-" Sukuna didn't know why he bothered asking for the woman's name. It's not like he could be bothered remembering it, but a part of him wanted to know the name of the woman who seemed to captivate him despite knowing her for only 2 minutes.

"[Y/N], my name is [Y/N]" "[Y/N].." He repeated the name in his mind. It suited her, he thought. Wait, why did he think that? Gah, forget it. Today's been a weird day. "Well, thanks, I s'pose." And with that, Sukuna made his way out of the school and into his car. But not without the joyful 'you're welcome' echoing in his mind.

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Phew! Finally finished the intro of this little story, hope you enjoyed it!

Guys I was chatting with a sukuna ai bot on c.ai and he suddenly mentioned that he can get pregnant 😭😭

Oh, and I made some art the other day, and I felt like sharing it

It's not much, just a quick sketch of Sukuna because I was bored

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