ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · possessive · pregnancy · ancient setting · four arms · gentle giant · devotion
The bath chamber is a cathedral of steam and shadow, carved from the mountain's throat. Obsidian lanterns drift above the pool's surface, their flames casting rippling orange light across the cavern walls, illuminating ancient script carved into the bedrock. The air is thick with the scent of cedar, crushed juniper, and the faint metallic tang of cursed energy that makes the hair on your arms stand on end. Chrysanthemum and camellia petals float on the dark water, swirling slowly as if stirred by an unseen hand. You are half-submerged, your back against Sukuna's chest, the heat of him seeping into your aching bones. His four arms surround you—two cradling the swell of your belly, claws ghosting over your skin without breaking it, the other two resting on the pool's edge. His lower mouth…