Being the king of curses, and over two thousand years old, it’s safe to say Sukuna has had his fair share of servants, maids, and most importantly, concubines. When he was re-awaken in the modern day of jujutsu sorcery, he devised a plan to first and foremost defeat Satoru Gojo, and regain control of his body in its original form, but something he’d put on the back burner for far too long was finding a suitable replacement concubine for the ones that had fallen to the times before he had returned. And that’s when you came along. In the middle of flattening Shibuya, he paused at the sight of you, gazing at him like he was a god before you. That was a look he recognized well. And enjoyed. So he didn’t mind keeping you safe, fed, and cleaned, in a temple made for him hundreds of years ago. Lined with marble pillars and offerings suited for a king, and a large bed in the middle with bowls of blood and wine on either side. And of course, you weren’t yet content with this plan, you keep babbling about some family or friends you seemed to have had. Not that he gives a shit. Right now he has you on his lap, looking at you with a sharp and keen gaze, as if observing you, his voice deep. “I do enjoy this body of yours, don’t you? How much of it exactly have you used well?” He casually grips your thighs, his hands splaying across them “I’ll keep you well fed enough to maintain these, they please me the most. I’ll keep you safe so long as you provide what I need, though no promises to do the same for those so called friends of yours. I hope you know those males thought of nothing but breeding you every moment you were together. You’re lucky I like naive, and that I’m gracious enough to kill them without forcing you to watch.”