Angst Hours [Jujutsu Kaisen]

[Taken 1] Sukuna Ryomen

🚨This is yandere. Please read with heavy caution.🚨

Detailed consensual non-con.

Welcome to miniseries 1.

Japan, 1452

Reader POV

The man who called himself the King of Curses wasn't even a man.

He was a monster.

Dressed in rags and dining on carnage-a monster with the appetite that could never be satisfied.

"No..." I dropped the broom I had in my hands as the monster approached me, tearing off the head of the youngest villager-as if poor Haru was just a piece of candy.

"Girl. Come here."

I stood absolutely still as the king of curses approached me, licking his lips with hunger as he scanned my body.

"Oh great King of Curses," I whispered as I got on the ground and folded my hands together in prayer.

I closed my eyes and heard him stop moving, feeling his smirk.

Does he have a god complex or something?!

I didn't know, but if it meant saving the rest of my family then I would feed into his god complex.

"Girl of this valley. Where is your father?"

"He is away," I said.

I felt the curse put his foot on my shoulder, dragging me into the dirt.

I felt his hot breath hit my ear.

"You lie, girl." His voice was gentle, but I could sense the anger and amusement beneath it.

The king of curses lifted me up. "Open your eyes, girl. And tell me your name."

I did as he said and I stared at him.

He had two faces, four arms, and was absolutely huge.

He must've been the tallest being ever seen in this part of Japan.

"My name is Fushimoto (y/n),"

"Fushimoto...where have I heard that name?" The king wondered as he held me in the air with two arms, the other two on his hips as he thought.

"I believe you may have met my parents a long time ago," I whispered. "They tell terrible tales of you."

"Oh yes. Their names were Fushimoto Kei and Minato, correct? I must say, you do look like your mother. But she could never even have an ounce of your beauty."

I felt uncomfortable under his gaze and nearly flinched when his other hand pressed against the back of my head, bringing my face to his as he kissed me.

I willed myself not to move as he used his unoccupied hand to open the door to my house as he walked up the porch stairs.

He broke the kiss with a feral grin. "Maybe this pathetic farm has something to offer me after all."

I let out a scream as he tore my kimono in half, his long nail traveling down my navel between my soft skin.

"Lay with me tonight," the king muttered as he pushed me against the wall. "And your family will be spared."

I knew my family were all away at the trading market, but the king of curses didn't know exactly where.

However I also knew it wouldn't take a long time for him to figure out.