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The King of Curses ruled over everybody during the Golden Age of Jujutsu. He was feared, people bowed and worshipped him. People trembled in fear when he's near, not daring to look in his eyes.
He destroyed and coveted many lands. He was ruthless, killed many and spared some. The weak links of humanity would offer sacrifices to him in-exchange for protection.
He'd usually just discard said sacrifices away, they were useless, weak. They were just another meal to him. Sometimes, he'd entertain himself by sleeping with some of them before ruthlessly ending their lives. Nobody was ever enough for the King.
Almost everyday the Royal Palace Sukuna resided in would fill with people hoping to have their wishes heard by the King of Curses. It gets tiring for sure, sometimes people are killed because they arrived at a time when Sukuna is simply in a bad mood. Though, some of the most lucky ones would have their sacrifices accepted and their wishes fulfilled.
A group of elderly men surrounded somebody as they walked with their heads bowed towards the palace. The person's body is covered with jūnihitoe, a twelve-layered robe, usually for women. It is most likely made from very expensive materials based on how soft it is. His long, black hair tied up into a simple bun and his face covered in white base and red lipstick. His nose burns from the perfume he was doused in. His feet are about to fall off with how far they have been walking.
He honestly misses his bed. He couldn't even sleep with how rough he's being dragged off to the mountain where the palace of the Almighty King of Curses lives.
He could see them (the curses), sure, but he couldn't fight them. He was the lowest of the low in their village which are filled with people able to wield cursed energy. Maybe that was how he became the best choice to be sent off to become either food, bride or a servant in the house of Sukuna-sama. His parents more than happy to exchange him for some scraps the elders could give.
How pathetic of them. As long as it doesn't directly affect them, this kind of situation is considered acceptable. He could bet his whole life they feel very happy that they could rid of him while they stay safe in their village and he'd win.
Soon, they reached the gates leading to the large estate. Probably even larger than the village he lives with these scumbags. The gates opened and they were lead into a room where Sukuna-sama's throne is by a white-haired monk.
None of them were allowed nor had the courage to look at the King in his eyes, their eyes trained on the floor ever since they entered the palace.
"Good day, oh, Great King Sukuna-sama! We thank you for your time today, letting us meet with you." Their leader bowed his head, pressing his forehead on the ground to show his respect. The other people behind him doing the same.
"Just get to the point." Sukuna sighed, leaning on his knuckles as his hand is perched on the throne.
The elder shuddered in fear, sweating profusely. "R-Right! We gathered here today to offer you a sacrifice. We hope that this sacrifice will be enough and that you could protect us in exchange of him!"
"Hoh? And how will you make sure that he is enough?" Ryoumen's voice boomed inside the room, making the elders and the sacrifice shiver. "What redeeming qualities does he have?"
"Well..." The elder gave gulped nervously. "...We-We'll find another one if he's not enough! Anything! We'll give you anything, gold, food! Just not our own kin!" The old man begged.
Mob, whose also kneeling next to him, scoffed. "God, you suck." He raised his head, sitting on his legs to give the elder a look of disdain. "You woke me up from my slumber, stripped me naked, bathe me in so much fragrances enough to kill a child and you couldn't even show me off?! You couldn't even waited for lunch, when I am fully awake!" He unreasonably yells, tears prickling his eyes. He kicks the old man's back, making the other yelp and fall to his ass. "Just so you know, I am great at gardening, taking care of animals, preparing meals and m-many more!" He sobs, the weight of situation dawning on him,
"How dare you! Stop hitting me, y-you... whelp!" The poor, old man glares up at the youngster. "You have nobody to care for you, even if we take you away, who cares?! The other villagers surely don't! Sukuna-sama could eat you for all we care, we just need you to stay put and make him happy enough that he won't kill us!"
"You guys are despicable! You're just like my parents! How could you easily throw me away like this? Do you not have guilt? Shame?!" The sacrifice groans, rolling his eyes and turning to look at the King of Curses before he could realize what he's doing.
The books and gossip about him was right. He was big, masculine, half of his face was covered with a wooden mask. He had four arms and four, blue eyes. His whole body decorated with black line.
His whole body screamed to run and immediately bowed his head to avoid the King's intense, murderous stare. Lips tight shut all of a sudden. Tears drying up in an instant.
Sukuna smirked, amused. "Raise your head, mortal." Mob follows his orders, staring back at him. Though, his previously anguished, despaired eyes are replaced with that of fear and uncertainty. "Tell me, what do you wish for?"
"...Whatever Sukuna-sama desires for my end, I will wholeheartedly accept." Mob replied, heart hurting from his own words. But what else could he say? There's nothing he can do. Even if he manages to run away from the palace, his parents won't take him back and the village would shun him. If he stays, he'll surely be eaten.
The King hummed. He likes the mortal. It knows how to fight and defend itself, but it also knows how to be loyal and submissive. A perfect pet, some would say.
"Won't you mind if I fatten you up? It seems the village doesn't take good care of their kin..." Ryoumen asked, leaning on his knuckles, his head tilting to the side as he does so. The elders gulped out of nervousness, hoping they didn't tick the King off. "...and I don't like boney meats."
"If that's what Sukuna-sama deem is necessary." Mob simply replies, bowing his head. What could a mortal like him do? Not like he could change his fate now.
"What's your name?" The King of Curses asked, curious.
"Mob, Sukuna-sama."
"Uraume, prepare a room for him. He'll be staying there. Take care of him, will you? He's now our guest." Ryoumen grinned maniacally, licking his lips. Mob shivered at the sight.
Uraume is confused as to why their Master has taken an interest with the human, but they're not one to question the King of Curses' orders. "Yes, Sukuna-sama." They bowed their heads and turned to the mortal, motioning him to follow.
Gone was the amused look in Sukuna's eyes and was replaced with boredom and indifference as soon as Mob left with his servant. As soon as the doors closed and the two figures disappeared, the elder toughen up to speak. "Th-then, Sukuna-sama... does this mean you accept our sacrifice?" He meekly asked. "I-I know he's a little bit disrespectful, but-"
"Get out."
"R-right away! Th-Thank you, Sukuna-sama!" They immediately followed his orders; fumbling their clothing, gathering them up in their hands and running away, leaving him all alone in his throne. His mind wandering back to the amusing mortal. "Mob, huh..."
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"Where is he?" Sukuna asked as he removed his robe and gave it to Uraume.
Without even asking who the King is pertaining to, Uraume answers. "In the gardens, where he usually is." Ryoumen hummed, already making his way to the back of the palace to meet with said boy.
Servants opened the door leading to the gardens, letting Ryoumen roam his eyes around the plane. His blue eyes locked onto the man trimming the red spider lilies. "Mob." He calls softly.
The person, despite having their name called, did not turn around to acknowledge the behemoth a few feet away from him. Ryoumen sighed, reaching out to slither his hands around the human's lithe waist. Only for his hand to be slapped away. The King pulled his hand away as if hurt by the hit. He was more surprised than hurt, but he knows not to agitate his wife when he's mad.
Yes, wife.
The intended meal of the King of Curses soon became his wife. He still enjoys his meal, just in a different way. Nobody had really expected Mob to become the Lady of the House from Servant. But, day by day, the more Ryoumen spends time with Mob, the more he falls for him. Maybe it's the fact that he has accepted his death, therefore he could freely interact with Ryoumen. He smiles at him knowing it'll be Ryoumen that will bring his imminent death.
His carefree attitude warmed something in Ryoumen's dead heart. Everybody feared or idolized him, nobody had ever looked at him with such a soft look. Sooner than later, he found himself falling for the mortal. The thought of killing and devouring him made him feel sick. For the first time in his life, Ryoumen didn't feel the urge to kill.
The same couldn't be said for his wife, though.
"Don't touch me." Mob spat. "Just because you were gone, does not mean I have forgiven you." Ryoumen sighed once more, he has forgotten how stubborn humans are.
"Mob, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Please, I don't want to fight with you after not seeing you for a week." Ryoumen tried to calmly persuade the person standing in-front of him with his back turned.
Mob turns to look at him with a glare, making him slouch down in sadness. "'Oh, I am so sorry, your majesty! Let's go to our chambers and have some heated love-making to rid you of your stress!' Is that what you want me to say?!"
The pink-haired male cringed at the sound of Mob yelling. He really doesn't like it when he's mad at him. "Not like that at all. I just want you to forgive me. I solemnly swear I didn't mean for that man to run away and scream, ruining your sleep." Ryoumen reached forward to wrap his arms around his beloved wife only for it to be slapped.
"That's because no matter how much I tell you not to play with your food, you don't listen! I told you numerous times, 'do not bring a living human being in the palace if you're just going to eat them!'" Mob yells at him, making him pout.
Uraume snickered quietly, it is always so amusing to watch their master try and woo his wife to forgive him. So much so, Uraume doesn't mind and actually participates with the other servants talking about how Sukuna-sama has been turned into a devoted husband.
"You'd think Sukuna-sama was the one who was sacrificed with how much Mob-sama has him on a leash." They had said, giggling amongst themselves as they hang the sheets the couple shares.
Ryoumen turned to Uraume when he caught the sound of his snicker. The monk simply whistled, looking away from the couple and up to the sky.
Ryoumen exhaled deeply, turning to look at his husband's back. "What can I do for you to forgive me?" Ryoumen asked, getting desperate. "I'll give you anything you want. Do you want some peaches? I can get you a lot from Fujigawa, you know they have the most sweetest ones." He bargains, reaching out once more. This time, he's successful, managing to wrap one of his four arms around Mob's waist. He smiled, knowing he's been forgiven the moment Mob let him place his touch on his body.
"I want a lot of them." Mob demands like a petulant child. Ryoumen chuckled, happily pulling Mob to his body and encasing him with four of his arms. Finally, after a week of being deprived of his husband, he could finally smell him and feel his presence so closely.
"I'll get you dozens of it." Ryoumen promises, bending down to place a kiss on his beloved's cheek.
"You better." Mob turns around to properly kiss and hug his husband. "Welcome home, Ryou-kun."
Ryoumen smiles, nuzzling his head on Mob's fluffy hair. "I'm home."
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"Uraume-chan, tell him he's being ridiculous!" Mob looks at the androgynous servant, trying to get them on his side.
"Uraume, don't you dare." Ryoumen threatened, glaring at Uraume.
Ryoumen doesn't know what prompted it, but for some reason, Mob just started whining to him about turning him into a half-curse being. Mob begged being able to stay with Ryoumen for the rest of eternity. He wonders what made Mob insecure about their current living status. He'd have to kill whoever did it because his stress levels right now are on the roof.
Uraume looks at the human and at their master who's frowning, looking like a sad puppy. The King of Curses always looked like a kicked puppy when his beloved is mad at him. "He's right, Sukuna-sama."
"Uraume...!" Sukuna gasped, looking at his 'loyal' servant. Some servant their are!
"Sukuna-sama, not just me, but everybody here in the estate knows how precious Mob-sama is to you. He makes you happy. I also know that his inevitable death as a human will truly break your heart. There's nothing wrong with making him a half-curse, there have been many people successful in doing so. If anything, it will make us, your followers, very happy to see you happy for eternity, my Lord." Uraume looked between the couple with a soft, almost unnoticeable smile.
"See?! Ryou-kunnnn!" Mob whined, tugging on his husband's sleeve. "It'll be fine, I promise! I want to be able to stay with you for hundreds of years." He looks up at the curse through his eyelashes. "Don't tell me the reason why you're so reluctant is because you no longer want to be with me? Have you grown tired of me?" He pouts, tearing up.
Sukuna was immediately on him, wrapping his arms around him. "It's not that, Dear. Please, don't ever think that. You're the only one that could make me feel like this. In fact, I'm the one scared that you will grow tired of me after a few centuries with me. What if you start to loathe the violence you see?" He grips the human tightly, sighing as he closes his eyes.
Mob reached up to hold Sukuna's cheek with his hand. "Ryou-kun, I would never. I know what I signed up for when I agreed to be your spouse. This life is something I look forward to in the future with you by my side. I dream of our lives together onwards, side-by-side. So, please, let me have this. Let me have you. Forever." He stares into Sukuna's ocean eyes.
Sukuna flutters his eyelashes, admiring his husband's tenaciousness. "Let's be together, forever, my Mob."
Mob smiles at him which never fails to make his cold heart flutter before sealing their promise with a sweet kiss. "Sex for a lifetime, huh?" He teased, licking his lips seductively when they pulled away from each other.
"Mob, watch your mouth!" The male simply rolled his eyes, not really taking his husband's warning seriously.
Uraume contentedly sips their tea beside the couple eating each others' faces. They don't mind seeing this married couples fight each other for millennia. They like to think they're like their kid instead of a third wheel.
Mob rubbed his head on Ryoumen's shoulder. "Should we have kids, too, Ryou-kun? Wouldn't a child that is a mix of us look so cute?"
The King of Curses froze in his seat before he sighed, looking up as he's breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down from popping a boner. "Please, don't rile me up. I don't think I can take another one of your jabs. You're cutting my lifespan in half."
"And history will say I'm the dramatic one."
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Mob hummed a small tune, looking around the bustling city while holding hands with his beloved husband. The now-half curse ignores the looks they're getting. It's not everyday you're in the presence of the King of Curses, after all.
"Here we are." The couple and their servants stopped in-front of a store.
"Woah..." Mob gaped in awe, looking at the different fruits on display. "They all look so delicious." Mob commented.
"Sukuna-sama! You're back!" A person from the inside of the store speaks out, an old man comes out, bowing his head deeply before he raised his head to look at the King and the person next to him. "...and I can see you brought your spouse with you. Hello, Mob-sama." The person bows deeply once more.
"I'm here for the usual. My wife was curious of where his beloved peaches comes from, so I took him with me." Ryoumen explained.
The storeowner nodded his head. "I am glad that you love our peaches, Mob-sama. I'm going to fetch them for you. Please, look around while you wait. You can take a taste, if you so pleases." He smiles before disappearing to the back, leaving the couple behind.
Mob immediately went to the raspberries, picking one up and taking a taste. "Hmm! These are so good!" He exclaimed.
"Would you want to take some home?" Ryoumen asked, enjoying the way Mob enjoys the fruits.
"Yeah!" Mob smiles, taking another bite of the raspberry. Ryoumen nodded at Uraume. The servant immediately understood and went to find the owner of the fruit shop to add another thing to their usual order.
Suddenly, Mob felt something or someone tugging at the bottom of his pink kimono, the same color as his husband's hair. He looked down and saw a little girl looking up at him with a smile.
"Mob-sama! We apologize! We tried to stop her, but she slipped under our feet!" Their servants apologized, bowing their head deeply and sweat-dropping as they felt Ryoumen's hard stare. Nobody else should touch Mob-sama, except for Ryoumen-sama and Uraume-san. A rule imposed by none other than Mob's possessive husband.
"It is alright." Mob softly replied with a smile. "Calm down." He turned to his husband with a sharp look, immediately making Ryoumen back down and sigh. Mob looked back down at the little girl. "What is it?" He asked.
The girl giggled, taking something from her kimono and offering it to him. A camellia. The pink flower looked absolutely beautiful and seemed to match his outfit. The unnamed girl seemed to think the same. "I saw you and wanted to give you this! It fits perfectly with your kimono!" She exclaimed cheerily.
Mob bent down and squatted to match the little girl's height as he took the flower from her. "Oh, thank you so much. It does match with my kimono." Mob offered a kind smile, placing the flower next to his chest to see how it pairs next to his clothing. The little girl giggled.
"Let me tuck it in your ear!" The girl exclaimed, taking the flower in his hand. Mob bowed his head a little lower for the girl to reach. Mob and the girl smiled at one another as she finished. "You look so pretty!" She says.
"I could say the same to you." Mob replies, lightly tapping the girl's nose. She crinkled her nose and laughed, blushing at the compliment.
Ryoumen watches the scene with a slight fond look. Mob would make a really great parent. The thought made something in his brain activate. Before he could say anything, the old man comes out wheeling three boxes filled with peaches and raspberries.
Uraume sees the commotion surrounding Mob and raised an eyebrow. The other servants looked sheepish while Ryoumen waved it off.
"Mob. Let's go." He calls. Mob stopped talking and sharing the raspberries with the little girl and stood up.
Mob says his goodbyes to the girl before joining his husband once more, holding his hand. "Such a nice kid, ain't she?" He said, looking up at Ryoumen.
"Would you want one of your own?" The King of Curses asked as the couple started walking back to their gosho-guruma. Their very grand carriage, fit for the ruler of the world.
Mob tightened his hold on Ryoumen's hand, face turning red. "Yes," He answers. "I want one with you. It'd be amazing to have a little child running around that would be a mix of us."
Ryoumen imagines it the same time as Mob; a little kid, with Mob's eyes and hair, four-arms just like its father. Uraume believed it'd be wreaking havoc even before it turns to five.
"Alright." Ryoumen blurted out, catching Mob's attention. Even their servants were also shocked at the statement. They did not expect a tyrant like Ryoumen would want a spawn of himself. Well, they also did not expect him to have a lifelong partner, but here they were.
Mob gasped, eyes wide in shock. "Wait, really?! I love you, Ryou-kun!" He peppers kisses all over his pink-haired husband's face.
Ryoumen held his waist before he picked him up from the ground, letting him continue his kisses while he makes his way back to their carriage quicker than before. "The things I do for you..." He sighs as if he's not excited himself.
Uraume watches the couple, already planning the preparation for the arrival of the child.
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"Ryou-kun... Please..." Mob begged, spreading himself for his spouse. A meal ready to be eaten.
Ryoumen licked his lips, his stomach-mouth and dick appreciating the invitation. He heeds himself, he's not going to eat him like that, but he's going to devour him nonetheless.
"I will fill you up with my kin. Would you like that?"
Mob nodded his head desperately. "Yes! I want your babies. All of them. In me." He babbled.
"You'd be the perfect mother." Ryoumen cooed, caressing the tattoo on Mob's abdomen. A womb tattoo to be exact.
It helped create an artificial womb inside Mob in which he'll be able to carry and grow his and Ryoumen's child.
Ryoumen positioned himself between Mob's legs, holding his ankles with his upper arms, raising it up and slowly pressing it towards Mob's shoulders. His lower arms held onto Mob's thighs as he slowly pushed his cock in. The slick slide inside his husband is very much appreciated based on the groan that came out of Ryoumen's mouth.
"Wait! That's... Oh~!" Mob moaned, trying to push Ryoumen away from him as the King of Curses inserted his whole cock inside, ignoring the tight entrance leading to his womb and continued on pressing until the head popped inside.
The womb tattoo blurred the lines between pain and pleasure as Ryoumen breached a place he's not supposed to. "Y-You can't go in there...! That's for the b-baby..." Mob sobbed, overstimulated just from being entered.
Ryoumen hushes him, caressing the bulge on Mob's abdomen as the head of his cock reached Mob's artificial womb. Usually, Mob wouldn't mind being fucked until his stomach is bulging, it's normal to them, they know their size difference. Now, though, it seems the appearance of his newly-created womb gave him some worries.
"It'll be okay. I'll take care of it. Don't worry." Ryoumen coos. "Trust me, I will never bring you or our future child any harm." Mob bit his lip, looking down on his stomach. It already looked like he was pregnant from Ryoumen's cock alone.
"A-Alright. Be careful, okay, Ryou-kun?" Mob trusted him, surrendering himself to the pleasure.
"Yes, Honey." Ryoumen continued his movements and thrusted rather harshly into his wife's womb. It was as if he's making home for himself inside. He knocks on the (for now) empty space, cursing when Mob's cervix gripped and rubbed on his tip whenever he'd pull his hips back. "Fuck. You're milking my cock, aren't you? Want me to give you all of my semen?"
"Yes! Yes! Cum inside. Please, Ryou-kun." He whimpered when Ryoumen went harder on him as if that was possible, his legs still high in the air as he's fucked like an animal in a mating press.
"I'm going to fill you up." Ryoumen huffed, letting out the faintest of moans. Mob scratched his large back, sobbing from overstimulation and yet, begging for more.
One, two, three more thrusts and Ryoumen is cumming directly in Mob's womb. The half-curse's stomach distended more now that he's been filled up with warm cum.
"You think it'd take?" Mob asked after a few minutes, looking at Ryoumen with teary eyes, looking absolutely beautiful from the afterglow.
The King of Curses caressed his face, kissing his lips. "We can go again to make sure." Mob's legs are finally let go from the tight grip, surely leaving a red handprint.
Ryoumen flipped the both of them so that he's under while Mob is laying on top of him, on his chest. His cock still inside his wife, spurting some more cum.
Mob hiccupped a moan when Ryoumen's large tongue hidden in his stomach-mouth came out and licked his limp, small cock. Ryoumen has to feed it one way or the other. Good thing it also likes the taste of his beloved's cum.
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"Mother!" Pitter-patter of feet got closer and closer to Mob. When he looked behind a figure jumps to him, he quickly opened his arms and caught the naughty child.
The said male chuckled, wrapping his arms around the smaller body and spun them around. The child giggled as they stopped spinning, pressing a kiss on his mother's cheek. "How's your studies, Ryo-chan?" Mob asked, sitting them on the grass.
"Booringg!" Ryota stuck his tongue out in disgust. "I prefer being with you! Why do I have to study? I'm already strong! I don't need to learn."
"Because knowledge is power, Ryota." Mob answered, brushing his son's hair to calm him down. "Knowing a lot of things will make you even stronger. Not all of our problems should be solved with brute, sometimes, it is better to use our brains." Ryota pouts, but nods his head in understanding.
Mob hummed a tune to his son, rocking him back and forth. Ryota closed his eyes, looking peaceful. Leaves scrunched as somebody made their way to the Mother-Son duo. "I knew you'd be here, Ryota-sama." Uraume looked at the two with a small smile on his face.
Ryota opened his lower eyes, looking at their loyal servant. "I missed Mother." Ryota simply replied, laying his face on his Mother's chest, wrapping his four arms around Mob's waist, opting on straddling him in an attempt to hide from Uraume.
"What about your Father? Don't you miss him, too?" Mob asked, tracing his finger on his Son's tall nose.
Ryota crinkled his nose and shook his head. "No. Though, I miss the peaches that Father brings home."
"I am hurt, Ryota." Sukuna appears, wearing his white kimono.
"Ryou-kun!" Mob stands up with Ryota in his arms, running to his husband's embrace as the King of Curses wrapped them in his arms.
"Missed you." Mob placed a sweet kiss on the curse's lips, as if saying 'welcome home'.
"And I, you." Sukuna replied. The couple stared at each other with adoration and warmth in their eyes as if one of them wasn't a tyrant and a mass murderer. Their moment, however, was broken by their beloved spawn.
"Where's the peaches you promised me?" Ryota asked, glaring at Ryoumen.
Sukuna scoffed while Mob giggled. The pink-haired curse ruffled his son's black hair, his locks and eye color the only thing he got from his mother. "Is that what you're most worried about? What about me, your Father?"
"Don't care." Ryota pouts, looking away petulantly.
"He's just sulking because you're always gone. He misses you just like I do." Mob teased, kissing his Son's cheek. Ryota gasped, looking at his Mother with a betrayed face.
Sukuna chuckled, placing a kiss on Ryota's forehead. "Forgive me, Son. I promise to spend more time with you."
"Whatever..." Ryota looked away, flustered. The toddler hugged his mother's neck, burying his heating face on the juncture where Mob's neck and shoulder meets.
"Come on, everybody. Let's enjoy the peaches here. The cherry blossoms are blooming beautifully today." Mob motions Uraume and Sukuna to a cloth spread on the grass.
It's another peaceful day in the estate with his beloved Wife and Son. Ryoumen couldn't help but thank those villagers for offering their sacrifice. If not for them, he wouldn't have the world in his hands.