#and the urge to consume it was strong!!!!

[ku-riri]

mirrored souls ryomen sukuna ✶

pair. popular athlete! sukuna x shy! reader | genre. strangers to friends , friends to lovers , hurt & comfort , angst , slowburn , tension , ooc! kuna , modern & no curses setting , stammering reader , | warning. Implied use of drugs , cigarettes , religious themes , hinted corruption , morally gray chars , size difference. | 1363k. words

synopsis. in which the most well known athlete with a reputation for causing chaos is seated with a girl he’s never heard of nor noticed. an unexpected bond formed in entirely different worlds.

“Mr Ryomen, you are to be paired with her for the entirety of your last semester this year. This is for your own good hence I’d advise you to be on your best behavior.” The heavy reminder leaves a sour frown on his features. With a plain nod exchanged in response to his fuming professor. Sukuna knows he’s truly fucked this time. The faint whiff of marijuanna reeks within his uniform. A strong indication of his reliance tied to the drug he’s consumed countless times prior. “The quiet one huh ? no worries then.” It was better this way. He’d prefer a girl he’d barely heard of than tolerate his overly obnoxious and loud teammate, Satoru Gojo.

The sudden grate of the chair beside him catches his attention. Sukuna swiftly settles his grip on it. Automatically tugging the seat for her. When she reluctantly takes her place, sitting down. Sukuna steals a sly glance over her. Those shuddering knees of her’s paired with her pupils downcast & fingers wavering. He instantly shifts his stance as he keeps his distance from her. Sukuna was conscious of his public image after all. ‘Delinquent’ ‘Bastard son’ ‘Junkie’ ‘Manwhore’ and so on. — Nevertheless those titles were meaningless when Sukuna was one of those favored athletes. Gifted, experienced & of course proficient. The only anchor of keeping his life intact no matter the consequence, stunts he’s done.

He wouldn't be surprised if she, too. Knew of his reputation. Sukuna adverts his eyes elsewhere. Scaring the poor thing further was the least of his concerns. “Are you alright — you look unwell. Would you…like some ?” she stammers. In her jittery grasp is a bottle of water offered to him. Shades of rosy pink shaping the miniscule container held in front of him. His bloodshot eyes had stirred her concern. Sukuna, who's taken by surprise raises a brow at her. The realization then strikes him. The marijuanna he’d taken previously already took a toll on his disheveled state. Christ, he’d forgotten how visible the signs were. “It’s fine. Keep it” Sukuna retorts.

The glimpse of the silver crucifix cocooning her throat piques his curiosity. “So you’re one of those church folks. No wonder. Ever heard of Marijuanna ?” he sets his gaze on her pendant. Legs languidly entwined as Sukuna cocks his head at her. She shooks her head at him, unsure of what to utter. Subtly snapping her knuckles to ease the mounting tension. “Yeah ? go on” he urges. She seizes her bottle. “Yes, It’s a drug used for medication yet well…it’s also used for like— other purposes.” she mumbles.

“Smart girl” Sukuna chuckles. Who would have thought he’d be sat with a meek church girl. Fate really had it’s fair share of surprises for him. The flickering lights of the room abruptly startles them both, dimness greeting the lecture hall. Sukuna musters an agitated grunt at the poor timing, scarred digits pulling out a piece of lighter while tenderly nudging his leather oxford’s towards her calves. “Fucki’n hell. Don’t bother calling the professor. That old man wouldn’t give a damn either way. ” With a cigarette kept in hand. He beckons her to draw closer.

The shadowy dusk illuminates his chiseled features amidst the dark. Her stomach churns at their close proximity once halting her step. This was simply a mere request of Sukuna’s yet It all felt as If the feathery distance shared among them consumed her. “Isn't this wrong ? Smoking’s a sin— “ Her throat tightens at the reminder. She vividly recalls the professor’s warning. The ominous threats and punishments ready to be given If he ever caught them indulging in illicit deeds. She withdraws her movements. Declining him with a light shake of her head, a wary look clouding her expression as she diverts her stare.

“It is wrong. Yet it’s hardly a sin at all If he’s not here to witness it. It’s just you and me here after all. Don’t you think so too ? ” Sukuna suppresses a mocking grin at her withdrawal. She did have a fair point in all honesty. That glistening pendant she latches unto, the fear in those dilated pupils. “Relax that silly head of yours. I was only hoping you’d simply light my cigarette. You assume so quick.” Despite the dim lightning blurring his vision. The lingering tension between them is present.

“Well ? go on, I’m waiting here. We do need light.“ Sukuna shoves the cigar within his lips. Motioning his head at her looming silhouette. He flings the lighter towards her.

The foreign steel like texture prickles her senses. With a clumsy, inexperienced grip. She catches it promptly while igniting the lighter to the best of her ability. “Then where do I place it ?” embarrassment fuels her temples. Never has she once spoken to him in spite of being classmates in the past semesters. Sukuna was one of those men whose name was frequently applauded by everyone, especially teachers. Meanwhile, she was the opposite. “Just come closer, yeah ?” Sukuna can’t contain the growing excitement flooding his veins any longer. “Right—sorry”

There was something intriguing about a skittish girl. Wholly clueless to the darker side of things the world has to offer. Gruesome, vile, things that a young sheltered church girl like her would certainly run away and never come back. However, Ryomen Sukuna was rotten. Inside, out. Tainted to the core. Never to be the same young boy who’s reflection was just like her’s in his earlier days.

The flames enclosing his sight jolts him out of his thoughts. There she was. Slightly hunched over, huddled in the middle of his outstretched legs. His breath hitches followed by a red tint of hue glazing the tips of his silver pierced ears. The feathery strands of her locks grazes his bare flesh. “Your tattoos— they’re very… pretty!” she blurts out. Sukuna is at loss for words. Gulping, she clumsily drags the flame towards his cigarette. Well, Sukuna be damned.

Such bold gestures for someone he underestimated far too much. Sukuna in the blink of an eye, immediately steadies his composure. In the midst of the little light shared between them. He bores his eyes at her, peering closely for any subtle hint of the taunt expression often exhibited on her features. None, just a little portion. “Careful.“ Sukuna reminds. Cautiously so, he lays his calloused ringed digits across her hold. The contrast in their hands interlocked together amuses him.

His hand engulfs the delicate & fragile skin. “Better, isn't it ?” Sukuna settles his other one at the curve of her back. She could be stumbling out of the blue If he were to startle her by accident. Sukuna keeps a firm yet mild grip on her to prevent that from occurring.

The staggering contact of his hand slung across her takes her breath away. This was nothing but a pure brief touch, done out of kindness. Before she can counter a response, the lights without warning are back on. Accompanied with the professor barging in. Sukuna’s fleeting touch is long gone, the lighter tumbling out of her grasp. She falls back on her seat. One of Sukuna’s palms settled at the back of her chair to catch her. “Clumsy girl” he snickers. The professor’s chiding words are subdued in her ears.

Humiliation & sheer embarrassment drowns her wholey. Cheeks flustered at the clatter of his lighter. The relentless lighthearted jabs that continuously loops in her head like a broken record worsens. Meanwhile, Sukuna hardly pays attention to the professor's presence. His gaze solely focused at her squirming state from time to time. His hasty seatmate with an overall pliant nature might as well be his most favored source of entertainment. Sukuna for the very first time is thankful of his professor’s supposed ‘punishment’ given to him.

For his own good ? Sukuna will gladly take that to heart. This is more than ‘good’ to him. What would make her tick ? he marvels at the nosey thought. Sukuna longs to break that little shell of hers. He eventually would, sooner or later. No doubt about that. There’s a rotten part of her deep down.

[bktempted]

As you lie there, spread out on the sheets, your fingers find themselves between your thighs almost on autopilot. It's become second nature, to touch yourself day after day, as soon as you wake up. Your pussy throbs beneath your fingertips, already swollen and aching with need as your favorite hypno file begins to play in your ear.

Let your thoughts leak out...

You focus on the sensations, allowing your mind to quiet as the voice speaks to you. The world outside fades away - the birds chirping, the distant rumble of traffic, the warmth of the sun peeking through the blinds. All of it disappears, replaced by the singular feeling of your fingers tracing lazy circles around your clit.

...dribbling down your thighs...

Your touch is gentle at first, but with each passing moment, you go faster, searching for more. The pressure builds, a sweet ache that spreads from your core outward. You arch your back slightly, pushing your hips toward your hand. A small gasp escapes your lips as your fingers slip lower.

...pooling on the sheets below…

You're so wet already, and you know it's only the beginning. Your juices coat your fingers, making every plunge into your wet pussy smoother, more tantalizing. Each thrust leaving more wetness soaked into your sheets.

…replace them with sweet dreams...

You close your eyes, letting the fantasy wash over you. In your mind, you're not alone. You see their strong hands gripping your hips, firm enough to bruise. Their body pressed against yours, their thick cock teasing your entrance. Their voice, deep and commanding, urging you on, telling you how good you are, how much you deserve this.

...as you rock your hips, again and again...

Your hips start to rock, grinding against your soaked hand, dreaming it was their cock. The movement becomes more insistent, your hips rolling faster, pressing harder against your palm. You can almost feel them, almost taste the salt of their sweat, almost hear their groans of pleasure.

...until you're nothing but a mindless pleasure toy…

Your moans grow louder, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You're losing yourself in the sensation, in the fantasy.

Keep going...

You keep going, your body coiling tighter and tighter. Your hips buck wildly, your fingers flying over soaked skin.

…until the world fades...

The world narrows to a single point - the searing need between your thighs. Everything else recedes, leaving only the sound of your labored breathing, the feel of your fingers against your swollen cunt, and the aching that threatens to consume you whole.

...and your mind is fuzzy…

Your thoughts scatter, disjointed and distant. Your body shakes and trembles, your muscles straining toward that final moment. You're on the precipice now, teetering on the very edge.

Keep touching...

You keep touching, your movements becoming almost frantic. The pressure is coiling tighter than you can bear. Your eyes squeeze shut, your mouth falling open in a silent scream of need.

...until your eyes glaze over and all you can do is whimper and drool…

Whimpers turn to outright cries, and drool starts to trickle from the corner of your mouth as your mind blanks and your body pushes towards its climax.

...Keep rubbing...

You keep rubbing. Your sole purpose is to chase this feeling to its conclusion. You need this.

...Until you're sobbing and shaking with the need for release, and then…

You're so close. It's right here. Finally, finally, finally you're going to cu-

...STOP

The word echoes in your mind, and you remember. No cumming allowed. You tear your fingers away from your throbbing cunt. The sudden lack of stimulation is jarring, almost painful, but in the midst of this denial, there's satisfaction. You've obeyed, held back when every fiber of your being screamed for release. Even as your mind reels, your resolve is intact. You know what you are.

You’re a good girl. And good girls don’t cum. They edge.

[thedarkestrivernymph]

when do u plan to finish start anew? No pressure tho

Ahh, actually I wrote part two ages ago, but I was so dissatisfied with it that I just abandoned it and forgot about it. 😶‍🌫️ (Actually planned it to be a three part series but nvm that..)

But you reminded me of it, so I am going to attach it to the ask.🤍

Start Anew

Concept: (secretly Y!) Monster!Tribe Head Husband x f!Human! Tribe Head Wife

warnings: none

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Chapter II.

It didn't take long for you to settle, to accept this new chapter in your divinely guided life—to adjust to the new rules imposed upon you. If you could call them that. The truth was, since your arrival you were forbidden from doing anything—not out of malice, but out of goodwill, perhaps too much of the latter.

An elder woman with strangely elongated arms, and a hump on her back was at your every beck and call. She didn't even allow you to lift a finger, scolding you when you as much as attempted to do something that was her job, which was strange, since you were certain she was blind. What was even stranger was that even as days passed and bled into an entire week—so eight full days in total—your betrothed didn't appear in front of you even once.

You knew it was custom for married couples to consummate on the first night of the marriage and then they would be split, for a total amount of two weeks before they were allowed to meet again. It was to give the bride rest and determine if she had fallen pregnant or not—not to mention it was mostly so that the spirits would calm, since a marriage could very well cause dispute between the two families in the spirit realm, and for the bond between two souls to find time to settle.

So perhaps him vanishing wasn't strange, but what was strange was, that he hadn't touched you the first night, so you had assumed he would come the day after, then you waited for him to visit you the night after—and suddenly a week passed and everyone acted as if you had followed tradition when in fact, you hadn't and that made you nervous.

“My lady, please drink.” the elderly urged you on, pushing a herbal mixture of some kind towards you, the smell of ginger suspiciously strong—so did she know of what didn't take place? You suspected so, but you wouldn't talk about such matters with her—or anyone except your husband and your grandparents for the matter.

“Where is he? You have guided me through all the rooms possible—we have even visited the gardens. I demand to know where my husband is.” you didn't want to be strict, in fact you remembered a time where you would have gladly torn your bridal attire into shreds like a rabid hound.

Something warm took ahold of her droopy face, then she smiled, her milky gaze landing on you eerily precise. Yet she didn't answer, let the silence consume your spacious room and forced your own gaze to shy away flustered and stare out at the beautifully intimidating scenery.

Butterflies as large your palm, overgrown flowers, breathing fish flying out of the pond in the middle of the garden, and wispy trees reaching far up into the sky to caress cotton pink clouds. Sighing you pushed yourself to your feet, the humid air causing your face to be dewy with sweat, so perhaps fresh air would do you good? So you took a step forward, then another and just as you were about to step foot out of the sliding door into the greenery and probably ruin the expensive fabric that your servant had draped you in this morning-

the earth shook. It trembled, it quivered as if icy tendrils were wrapping around its heart and you felt hands on your arm trying to pull you away from the crack above you—but it was too late and the world blurred into darkness replaced colour.

You awoke again—of course you did, that was your curse after all, to suffer, and you couldn't properly be antagonized but restrained to lash out in danger if dead, now could you?

“I am sorry, ceçe.” something breathed into your hairline—a man’s voice, while two suffocatingly heavy but gentle arms kept you caged in place.

“Husband—” “Call me Sephin.” he shushed you, gentle yet gigantic hands cradling your jaw as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Sephin.” you uttered and the new word felt foreign, yet welcome on your tongue as he was—strange, but comforting.

“I shouldn't have left you alone.” he beat you to it, not allowing your questions to rain down on him, pain in his gaze. “I won't ever ignore you again, I promise, ceçe. I just—I don't want to hurt you.” a large paw cupped your cheek.

“Your kind is so small, so fragile. You would snap in half if pressed too hard.” he muttered softly, tender enough to not agitate the pains having formed on your body from the assumable fall—the earthquake. You had completely forgotten.

“What happened? How is everyone? The maid—” you sputtered, pearls of sweat rolling down your forehead, worry etched onto your features as you abruptly sat up, only to groan and falter into his open arms.

“Don’t worry ceçe. My worrisome bride, everyone is safe. And you're now too, in your husband's arms.” he pressed a kiss to your crown.

And dozen more kisses followed suit, until you didn't have to worry about the consummation any more and melted into his loving embrace completely—until not only your souls but hearts synced to beat in the same rhythm.

[sillygoblinantics]

Ohmygah

Your art looks so crumchy may I eat it?/pos

Do whatever you want forever my friend

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[coffinwoodx]

oh no bro i’m hyperfixating on something with a dead fandom please help

[fandomshmandom69]

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Plague doctors indeed

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[saintianthe]

I shouldn’t want to buy new shirts I have a lot and most of them are from high school so I have original 2015-2018 stuff but hhhhhhhh

[moonlight-hwa]

Guys…I think I might be entering Yeonjun brainrot era

[kakushusband]

Ohhhhh god i know I'm going to get struck by the shedding soon enough b/c I'm now experiencing the overwhelming urge to hold Kid Buu like this

[sacklerscumrag]

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[thebellekeys]

a spur of inspiration and motivation has suddenly grabbed me by the neck… now, where was i with that independent dark academia research paper about exclusivity tactics?

[bifairywife]

thank you for the tag @hollie47!!

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[vvarden]

picks her up and puts her on a branch <:) elf on a shelf

The branches start immediately cracking under the weight of her daedric armor. Naturally. An undignified noise sounds from within the ebony, and arms hug the base of the tree, ruby-red eyes staring pleadingly at the giant woman.

❝Ah! Take me off! Take— ah, wow, how'd you even lift that so easily?❞

[sttoru]

[ 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 ]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. the king of curses cannot fight off his primal urges and thus you suffer the consequences.

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, angst (w/ comfort), p.orn with mostly plot. mäting press. choking. rough like.. condescendingly rough. objectification. toxic relationship? yes. small hint of creampiē. double cawks. reader gets called ‘slut, girl, woman’ wc: 3.9k

“look at that slutty cunt takin’ my cock. think i wanna try fitting both at once in that lil’ hole. keh,” sukuna grunts as he looks down at you from above. your legs are burning from being folded in half—matter of fact—your entire body is aching.

any normal person would call out their safeword in a situation like this. you’re overwhelmed to the point that your brain doesn’t know what to do. you’re experiencing euphoria, yet feel like your doom is right around the corner.

you’re playing with fire whenever you’re intimate with the king of curses.

it’s too addictive to stop. being his favorite concubine has given you enough motivation to push through any difficulties. any discomfort your body feels, is automatically discarded and replaced with drowning pleasure. it’s like sukuna has put a spell on you; one that’s unbreakable.

“fffnghh—my lord,” you gasp for air as one of his big hands wrap tightly around your throat. your airway is blocked, nearly crushed by sukuna’s immense force. you get a flashback to the last time he’s choked you, how sukuna nearly lost control of his own strength.

your eyes are watery as your insides follow each thrust. back and forth, in and out. it is a simple rhythm, but you cannot get enough. the harsh and sticky echoes of skin slapping against skin are nearly ear deafening. his heavy balls bounce against the plush flesh of your ass with every move, ready to unload everything they’ve stored.

“shut up,” sukuna spits, looking down at you like you’re but a mere insect. perhaps you were exactly that to him in the heat of the moment. his red eyes show that he’s losing himself. that cruel yet greedy look only intensifies with the second, “you only speak when y’re spoken to—or did y’ forget your damn place?”

you swallow your words and resort to simple moaning after you apologise, “i’m sorry, m’lord.” your blurry vision creates a trippy illusion, giving sukuna eight arms and eyes. not only are you seeing double, the feeling of ecstasy is twice as strong. you feel like you’re being ripped apart from the inside.

you can’t speak about it. you’re not allowed to open your mouth unless it’s to moan or breathe. perhaps even the latter is too much to ask. your fingers shake as they wrap around sukuna’s wrist. you try to tug at the hand that is wrapped around your throat, but your strength is gone.

your body is shaking violently with each thrust. you can’t keep up with anything that’s happening. you’re unable to process the feeling of sukuna’s second cock trying to prod its way into your cunt as well. you’re going to break — he’s going to break you.

you want to speak up and tell him you can’t take both in the same hole at once. it’s an impossible task; one can’t even fit that easily. he’s girthy and got an immense length, an inhuman one you’ve never seen before. you swear you can feel him in your tummy. the tip feeling like it's nestled right underneath your belly button.

sukuna scoffs as you tighten up around his lower cock. you’re weak; a weak human who he can’t seem to get out of his mind. he wants to exploit that obedience of yours today—to ruin you mentally and physically.

he can’t ignore those urges to ruin that what causes him weakness. he wishes to regain the power over himself again. that can only be done by consuming you, removing you from existence.

“i can’t fuckin’ stand you,” sukuna growls, his eyes darkening beyond imagination, “y’re always in the way.” you’re scared of the king of curses, which rarely happens. the last time you were afraid of his monstrous aura was during your first encounter in the woods. his manly hand squeezes your throat until you’re genuinely struggling to breathe.

there’s an unmistakable sense of danger boiling in your guts. this is the real nature of the curse named ryomen sukuna. the man above you, who’s drilling his cock into you while you’re suffering, is the real deal.

the true face of the man you thought you knew.

“i’m gonna get rid of you, y’hear? after this, y’re nothing,” sukuna pants, sweat droplets falling onto your cheeks from above. he looks like he’s internally fighting with himself. the expression on his face tells you enough. you want to reach a hand out towards his cheek and hold it.

he looks beautiful, even when he spews such serious threats at you. your cunt is burning and holding tightly onto his cock, even when you realise it may break you.

you’ve stayed for so long with him, even when you know you’ll one day die at his side or by his hands.

locks of his pink hair stick to his forehead. sweat rolls down those black tattoos. all four red eyes are burning with a carnal desire to claim you as his property—to destroy you like his property. as is his right. that’s the only way to satiate that overwhelming feeling inside of sukuna.

whenever you’re around him, he finds himself drawn by your presence. he wants you to stay by his side all day, and if you aren’t, it’s like gravity is pulling him towards you. sukuna despises it—he craves to possess you, yet also get rid of your entire being. that way he can return to his normal self. the monster he's known as.

“i’ll throw ya away—gonna get a new toy to spend more time with,” the king of curses digs his nails into the back of your knees. the tip of his upper cock glides back and forth over your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves until it’s burning. you’re losing yourself in both pleasure and pain.

the hurtful words don’t seem to affect you. you still look up at him like he’s your everything—like he’s the reason you exist. sukuna turns furious the moment he notices that his threats don’t seem to work. you’re impossible and he hates that which he cannot control.

he cuts off any air that may enter your lungs. your eyes widen and your fingers tug at his wrist so he’d let loose, but alas. you’re going to lose consciousness without a doubt. tears stream down your cheeks, though not because of the hopelessness you’re feeling.

“i do not need you anymore,” sukuna says gruffly, trying to convince himself of that statement as well. he never needed anyone else during his entire lifetime, so why would he need you? he can replace you with any another woman.

your body goes limp. sukuna’s voice is muffled as you enter a state of half consciousness. you’re at the bridge between life and death. your eyes catch a glimpse of the faint struggle in his eyes.

he looks like a monster through and through, visibly acting like one too. though you’re able to catch a glimpse of an underlying vulnerability. that part of him that always shows itself when you two are alone—making you feel special because you’re the only one allowed to witness it.

you crack a faint, weak smile. even if you perish right then and there, it’s going to be at the hands of the man you’ve learnt to love. the sorcerer who’s made you feel on top of the world, without him realising it. you’ll forever be thankful for the moments you’ve spent together.

you’ll never forget the times where sukuna has made you feel safe in those same arms that will now be your death.

a tear slides down your temple. you look sukuna in the eyes while you’re seconds away from meeting your end. you show no signs of struggle as he gives you your final command;

“die.”

you close your eyes. your fingers loosen their grip around sukuna’s wrist before you let your hand fall at your side. you’ve accepted your fate with a weary smile, honored to have sukuna be the last thing you see, “understood, my lord.”

you’ve lost feeling in all limbs and your eyelids droop. all you can do is await for death to come collect your soul. it’s dark and you can’t hear a thing anymore. you’re confused when the burning sensation in your lungs returns.

your eyes fly open the moment some oxygen is able to reach your airway again. the harsh fingers around your neck have disappeared, though not without leaving aching marks. you clutch your chest as it hurts to breathe after not being able to for the longest time.

you gasp and cough uncontrollably. you wince and blink the tears away from your eyes, refocusing your vision on the large stature detaching from your side. you’re bewildered to say the least—not realising the reason behind sukuna’s sudden change of heart. he’s sworn to get rid of you, didn’t he?

he told you to die and yet he let you live.

“fuck,” the king of curses groans after he snapped out of the dangerous state he was in. he’s panting snd staring at the hand that was once wrapped around your throat. he’s not looking at you at all.

you feel him pull out which makes you hiss. you sit up, the adrenaline helping your tired body move itself. sukuna is silent, with no emotions apparent on his face. however one thing you can conclude for sure is that he’s caught off guard by his own actions.

he can’t get it out of his head. the vision of you laying beneath him, accepting your doom as told. even on the brink of death, you oblige. you accept his every word. why? sukuna’s head is filled with unanswered questions.

you’re an enigma that he cannot solve.

“out of the way, girl,” sukuna easily shoves you to the side with one hand. he’s still not looking you in the eyes. he refuses to look in the eyes of the one woman whom he tried to kill. the sole woman who seems to accept him for who he is.

you’re the only one who’s able to understand him and yet he tried to get rid of you. perhaps he’s afraid of being understood and accepted. sukuna is fine on his own—there’s no need for anyone by his side.

you manage to get your breathing under control after a couple seconds. you’re still hyperventilating, but it’s getting better. your body shakes as you cover yourself with the sheets, your hair messily covering your vision. you reach a hand out to sukuna, curious about what’s gotten into him, “i’m, ngh- are you okay, m—”

“i said, get out,” the man raises his voice before harshly grabbing your wrist. sukuna pushes you towards the exit of his chambers. you stumble forward and manage to catch yourself by grabbing onto the nearest wall. everything is happening so fast.

you simply nod and grab your robes from the floor. you hurriedly cover yourself before stepping out of the room. you fall to your knees not two steps away into the hallway. your hand flies up to your neck, touching it as if making sure that you’re still alive.

you can’t believe sukuna spared you. if he changed his mind one second later than he originally had, you’d be a lost cause.

tears well up in your eyes as the gravity of the situation settles in. you may have accepted your fate in the heat of the moment, but now that it’s over, you’re left trembling on your own. you can’t shake off that intense look in sukuna’s eyes as he pounded you into the mattress.

he was hungry for your soul. to consume you and not leave any of your bones—to get rid of you so you’re out of his sight and mind.

you sniffle and can’t bring yourself to stand up. you’ve lost strength in your legs because the adrenaline levels in your body have dropped. you slowly crawl over the floor and hope that no one catches you in a pitiful state like this.

you manage to get a couple metres away, though soon find yourself staring at a pair of socks that come into view. you lift your head and the owner of the tabi eventually appears in sight.

“uraume,” your voice is hoarse. you make eye contact with sukuna’s personal chef as they stand before you, their expression unreadable.

the sigh they let out tells you that they’ve expected such an outcome since long ago. without a word, they reach a hand out and help you up.

. . .

it’s been a week since then. uraume has helped you recover from that unfortunate experience. the other concubines didn’t dare talk to you. they’ve noticed the change in sukuna’s behavior after that night he spent with you.

he’s gone on more rampages than he usually does. he’s been killing innocent servants who walked past him while on duty, and visiting nearby villages only to commit mass destruction. his emotions are uncontrollable at this point and no one has a clue on what to do.

the best option is to stay out of sukuna’s sight. and not to mess with you, just in case.

you’ve personally tried to approach him a couple times, but either chicken out or get totally ignored. you really want to talk it out, though it may seem impossible. you’ve evaded death once, you’re not sure if you can do that twice.

you’re currently sitting on a bench in the courtyard as uraume is applying an ointment to your throat. your neck still hurts with every move you make. the strength of sukuna’s hand is not to be underestimated, you know that.

you flinch as they rub the cold liquid over your achy skin. it helps numbing the pain, which is god sent for when you want to sleep. you can easily rest without having to suffer the unbearable discomfort in your neck muscles.

it’s a bit quiet in the garden. it isn’t unusual for uraume to be silent, but you’re aching to talk about what’s bothering you. of course, the oh-so-important subject includes no one other than the king of curses.

you sigh and start rambling about your failed attempts to reconcile your relationship with sukuna. you’re getting frustrated and sad at the situation. you want nothing more than to go back to how things were—with you receiving special treatment.

you miss his voice, his touches, his hair, his skin, his muscles, his eyes, his hugs. . . it’s all too much to bear with. you want the sukuna you know back. you don’t care if he tried to get rid of you. you’ve long understood that it was his primal, unspoken urges that had taken over his brain.

“i don’t know.. he doesn’t want to talk to me nor see me,” you shrug and pout. uraume nods and tilts your chin back gently to get the ointment in every little cranny. you stare up at the bright blue sky, the gentle breeze being comforting, both mentally and physically.

your ears pick up on footsteps behind you. heavy footsteps which you recognise as sukuna’s. you whip your head to the side, perhaps a bit too fast, causing the pain in your neck muscles to return. you hear uraume sigh as they see their hard work go to waste in under a split second.

your eyes are focused on sukuna’s large stature filling out the layout of the garden. uraume politely bows at their master after taking a few steps away from you. they don’t lift their head as sukuna walks past you both.

he doesn’t spare you a glance. it’s like you’re not there at all. you frown and pout, though know better than to make a fool out of yourself and speak up. you watch the man walk into the main building of the estate, his sharp eyes focused on the path ahead, his hands resting inside the sleeves of his black kimono.

once sukuna disappears from your vision, you sigh and slump back against the bench. you look at uraume as they move close to you again, taking a glance at your neck. you huff and cock your head to the entrance of the building, “see! that’s what i mean!”

you’re clearly fed up. you just want to make up. you don’t care about the fact that he nearly killed you in that moment. you simply desire to feel that connection between the two of you again. a complicated relationship with its many ups and downs. it may be toxic, but you crave it.

uraume hums at your worries. they radiate a sense of peace that inevitably calms you down as well. they take a quick glance at the direction where sukuna was last seen. they’ve been serving him ever since decennia back—way before you became his concubine.

they’ve never seen him this conflicted, but they don’t tell you that. uraume looks back at you with a simple nod, trusting that you’ll be fine. if your life has been spared when sukuna was in such an indescribable irrational state of mind, then there’s nothing to worry about.

you’re the only one who’s ever escaped death by his hands. that is an incredible feat by itself.

uraume rubs the oil over your neck again, getting the last spots as they reassure you with one simple sentence; “i’m sure lord sukuna simply requires some time alone.”

. . .

you take uraume’s comment seriously. if sukuna needed time, you’ll give him as much space as possible. and thus it’s been another week ever since then.

it’s a sunday night and you can’t sleep. you get up from your futon and wrap a simple blanket around your body. you can’t be bothered to brush your hair or look proper. no one will be up during this ungodly hour anyway.

you sneak out of your chambers and walk down the long hallways. you slide the door to the courtyard open and step out onto the pavement after putting on your geta. it’s a chilly night with a full moon, perfect weather to take a breather.

you walk around the familiar scenery and crouch down near a patch of flowers. they’re your favorites. sukuna had personally ordered his servants to plant them in the garden after he found out you like them. the memory brings a fond smile to your face.

such small yet meaningful actions never fail to melt your heart. it’s another reason why you want to make up with sukuna. you want to help with whatever he’s struggling with, however you know that man will never accept the aid.

you wish to support him at the very least. you want to show your devotion to him, if that already wasn’t clear to him.

you sigh and stand up. you’re caught up in your own thoughts to realise that someone’s been watching you the entire time. you walk straight forward until you reach the koi pond. you stare at the fish as they float in the clear water.

you wish you could be as carefree as them. you turn around to walk back to your room after it’s getting a bit too cold. you did not expect to bump your head against a hard surface. “ow,” you rub your forehead and look up.

there he stands; the man you’ve been dying to see and speak to. sukuna stares down at you without uttering a word, his sharp eyes finally looking into yours.

“ry— my lord,” you stammer, switching to a more polite stance. you’re thrilled, but the excitement quickly dies down as you remember uraume’s words; he needs time. you don’t want to disturb him, as much as you want to jump into his arms. you bow your head at him, “have a good night.”

your heart hurts as you force yourself away from sukuna. you step away from him and look at the ground as you walk. simply seeing him from up close again has been enough for now. though, your body yearns for more.

a simple touch will suffice. . .

you’re surprised when you feel a tug at the blanket around your shoulders. you stumble back and nearly fall on your bum if it wasn’t for sukuna holding you up. you feel an arm sneak around your waist from behind, surprisingly gentle. much gentle than ever before.

sukuna lowers his head to whisper in your ear. he lets his wet tongue slide over the shell, nibbling at the skin as if reminding himself of your taste, “stay.”

it’s an order, that you can tell. you’re weak for him and thus you obey without a single sign of protest. you feel a sudden sharp sting on the side of your neck which makes you remember what caused it. sukuna seems to notice the same thing.

it’s been getting better, but you still randomly get tingles near your neck area when you move it around too much. you silently push through the pain, which only lasts about a few seconds.

sukuna doesn’t comment on it, but takes a mental note of the sight. he’s recalling that time when you’ve nearly died at his hands. his eyes darken at the memory. he’s been trying to process the fact that he’s lost control over himself. those dark urges had taken over his mind and body, nearly consuming him whole.

they’re still hidden inside him—the desires to possess you, crush you, consume and devour your heart, body and soul. they intensify when you’re with him. it doesn’t happen with anyone else.

sukuna still cannot comprehend why you. what does that feeling in his stomach mean whenever he’s with you? it’s irritating, because it confuses him. confusing things which he doesn’t hold the answer over, annoy the king of curses.

an urge to claim someone as his forever, going as far as to want to consume them, is a new feeling to sukuna. it’s an unhealthy obsession that’s started because of you.

is that what humans call love?

he’s thought about it. perhaps, that is the case. but it must be a different type of love—one that’s so overwhelming that it’s dangerous. for both parties involved.

sukuna sighs. thinking about emotions and feelings isn’t his forte—it never really was. it’s stupid and foolish. and yet sukuna feels like a true king whenever you’re with him. your devotion to him sends shivers down his spine in a good way.

it showed two weeks ago. he saw how you accepted your position; your death. it turns him on to see you so submissive and obedient. maybe that’s also a reason why he nearly lost his mind that day.

lust is a scary thing.

sukuna’s lips avoid your neck. he rests his forehead on top of your shoulder, simply standing still against you from behind. the chilly breeze is long forgotten as his large stature protects you from the cold air. you don’t even need your blanket anymore.

you smile in content as you finally get what you want. you don’t even need an apology. hell—you don’t even need any words. this moment is more than enough to rebuild your relationship with the man behind you.

“y’re not going anywhere, yeah?” sukuna says in a low and possessive tone. it’s another command you follow without hesitation. he’s never going to tell you directly, but the lack of your presence has definitely been felt. now that he has you, his favorite concubine, he’s not going to lose you again. he won’t allow it.

you nod at sukuna’s words with a chuckle. you’re happy to be back in his warm embrace. you know that sukuna isn’t one to talk about his own inner turmoil, so you don’t push it.

those dark urges of his are to be discussed another day, if sukuna allows it. for now, this fleeting moment is more than enough. you reply to his order as you always do, to any command that leaves his lips;

“understood, my lord.”

[im-okay-mj]

I wanna read Baldurs Gate fanfiction but I’m trying to avoid spoilers so I can be properly horrified by whatever happens 😌