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rex3o · 3 months ago

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The Eternal Enigma 2

a/n: yooo this is chapter 2, I know things are going a bit slow as of right now but dont worry it will spice up lmaoooo but I hope you enjoy chapter 2 pls do like and leave a comment on how it is >:)

Summary: Y/n grapples with her new life in Sukuna’s fortress, where lavish attire and rigid routines dominate her days. During an intense dinner, she confronts Sukuna, leading to a dramatic confrontation that forces her into a perilous situation outside the palace. As she faces a harrowing chase, Sukuna's actions reveal more about his controlling nature. Y/n's return to the palace leaves her confronting the harsh realities of her confinement.

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>> chp 1 chp3

The days blurred together in a strange rhythm within the darkened halls of Sukuna’s fortress. Y/n found herself confined to her quarters for much of the day, her only reprieve being the times she was summoned to join Sukuna—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was an odd routine, one that gave her more questions than answers. She was never left to her own devices for long; each time she was summoned, the maids would arrive at her chamber with a new, elaborate gown—more intricate and luxurious than the last.

Today, it was a gown of deep emerald, the fabric shimmering under the dim light of her room. The maids worked silently, their hands deftly fastening the dress, brushing her hair into an elaborate style, and placing delicate jewels around her neck. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder why Sukuna bothered with such grandeur. Was it a show of his wealth, or was it something else? She wasn’t sure, but each time she entered the dining hall, she felt like a doll dressed for display.

The meals with Sukuna were strange, to say the least. He would sit at the head of the long, polished table, his monstrous form cloaked in shadows, his red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

The first few days had passed in near silence, save for the occasional clink of silverware on plates. Sukuna barely spoke, and when he did, his voice was a low, rumbling command that sent shivers down her spine. Yet, despite the quiet, there was an undeniable tension between them—a pull that she couldn’t quite explain.

As she sat across from him once more, she found herself studying him more closely. His monstrous exterior, with those four glowing eyes and massive frame, should have repulsed her. And yet, there was a gentleness in his manner that she hadn’t expected. His movements were deliberate but never cruel, his voice commanding but never harsh.

“What are you staring at?” Sukuna’s voice broke the silence, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

“I—" Y/n quickly looked down at her plate, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I wasn’t—"

“You were.” His tone was flat, but there was a strange amusement in his eyes. He leaned forward, resting his chin on one of his clawed hands. “Do I intrigue you, little one?”

Y/n felt a lump form in her throat. How could she answer that? The truth was yes—she was intrigued. He was a monster, a cruel and cursed king, but there was something more beneath the surface. She could feel it, like a faint echo of sadness wrapped in all that darkness.

“I don’t understand you,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Sukuna tilted his head slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. “Good,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Keep it that way.”

The tension between them was palpable, and yet Y/n found herself unable to look away. She felt torn—between the fear of what he was and the fascination with what he could be. There was a darkness in him, yes, but she could sense the weight of his burden, the loneliness that came with his curse.

As the days passed, their meetings continued in the same strange silence, though it felt as though something unspoken was shifting between them. Y/n found herself growing less afraid, though no less confused. The pull she felt toward Sukuna was undeniable, but it frightened her. How could she be drawn to someone like him?

Yet, each time she looked into his glowing eyes, she couldn’t help but wonder—was he truly the monster he appeared to be, or was there something more?

After a couple days y/n got sick and tired of the same announced silence ensuring tonight will be the night she gets answers. The grand dining hall was an expanse of dark opulence, every inch of it designed to intimidate and overwhelm. Massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their candles flickering like tiny stars casting a dim glow over the long banquet table. Despite the grandeur, the room felt empty—just the two of them, separated by what felt like miles of polished wood and cold silence.

Y/n adjusted the blood-red silk of her gown, its luxurious folds clinging to her form as she sat straight in her chair, trying to make sense of the tension between them. The gown matched the embers of Sukuna's eyes, as if it had been chosen to mirror his power and presence. She had worn many such dresses over the last few days—each one more intricate than the last, but tonight, the weight of it felt suffocating, almost as if the gown itself was a chain holding her in place.

She stared at Sukuna, who seemed as distant as ever, a shadow among the finery. His form sat hunched over slightly, nonchalantly cutting into his meal as if the silence didn’t suffocate the room. The tension stretched unbearably as they ate. Sukuna’s movements were slow and deliberate, as though every gesture was a calculated display of his indifference. He barely acknowledged her, his monstrous gaze flicking across the room, uninterested.

Every bite of food tasted like dust to Y/n. She felt like she was on the verge of screaming, each clink of silverware sending fresh waves of frustration and unease through her.

The final straw came when Sukuna’s gaze flickered to her, and then, without a word, he looked away again.

Y/n couldn’t stand it any longer.

She set down her utensils with a sharp clatter, breaking the silence. “Why?” Her voice trembled, but she pressed on. “Why these grand dresses? Why these meals at specific times? Why can’t I leave my room without being summoned?”

Sukuna didn’t lift his gaze, merely continuing to eat, as if her questions were nothing more than background noise. “Why does it matter to you?”

“It matters because I’m not a prisoner,” Y/n replied, her frustration rising. “You drag me here, dress me like I’m some sort of doll, but you don’t explain anything. You demand love from me, but all you give in return is silence.”

He finally looked up, his eyes narrowing. “You think you deserve answers?”

Y/n bit her lip, trying to hold back her frustration. She inhaled deeply, trying a different tactic. “I’m just…trying to understand you, Sukuna.” Her voice softened. “I thought maybe we could try—” She hesitated, searching for the right words, “—to be civil.”

Sukuna’s lip curled into a smirk, his four eyes watching her intently as if she were some amusing toy. “Civil?” He raised an eyebrow, mocking her. “You’re here because I allow it. Don’t mistake this for anything more than what it is.”

Ignoring the bite of his words, Y/n tried again. “Do you like the food?” she asked, her voice softer now, trying to ease the tension. “What do you do in this palace all day?” She was grasping for something—anything—that would open a door between them.

But Sukuna merely let out a humorless chuckle. “What I do is none of your concern. You’re here to fulfill your purpose. That’s all.”

Y/n’s patience snapped.

She slammed her hands onto the table, her voice rising in a rush of anger. “I’m trying to make things better for both of us! You say you want me to love you, but you act like I’m nothing more than an ornament in your twisted little world. How do you expect anything to change if you keep treating me like this?”

Sukuna’s eyes darkened, his expression hardening. Without warning, he stood, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the room. His patience had run out. In one swift, forceful motion, he grabbed her wrist, yanking her to her feet.

“Enough,” he growled. His strength was overwhelming, and before she could protest, he dragged her out of the grand chamber, out of the palace the maids swiftly looking at her in shock and then back their work and out unto the cold night air.

“Sukuna, wait! Please, what are you—” Y/n’s words were cut off as they passed through the massive gates of the fortress. Panic seized her. “Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer. With a cruel twist of his hand, he threw her down into the dirt just outside the gates. Y/n gasped as she hit the ground, the cold earth biting into her skin. She scrambled to her knees, her gown now stained and torn from the rough landing.

The cold night air bit at Y/n’s skin. The sky above was pitch black, the moon barely visible behind a thick shroud of clouds. The forest beyond the castle loomed, its gnarled trees twisted and dead, their branches reaching out like claws. The weight of her fear pressed down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

“Run,” he said coldly, folding his arms across his broad chest. “You complain so much—so go. Leave.”

Y/n stared at him, stunned. Was this a trick? Or some twisted game? Her mind raced as she slowly climbed to her feet, trembling. “I don’t understand…”

“Run,” Sukuna repeated, his voice more menacing. “You’re free to go. I have no use for a disobedient brat.”

Her pulse quickened as she turned to face the forest. The shadows between the trees seemed to beckon her, thick and foreboding. She took a step, then another, the torn silk of her gown whispering against her legs as she broke into a slow, shaky run.

The farther she went, the darker the forest became. The air grew colder, and the silence was so oppressive that it felt like the world had stopped breathing. Every snap of a twig underfoot made her jump, her heart pounding harder with every step.

And then, she heard it—the growl. Low, guttural, and inhuman.

Y/n froze in place, her breath catching in her throat. She turned, eyes wide with terror, just in time to see the cursed spirits emerge from the shadows.

They were hideous, their twisted forms defying the natural order. One creature’s body seemed made of raw, pulsing muscle, with bones protruding at odd angles. Its jaw hung open, a stream of black saliva dripping from its gaping mouth. Another had eyes scattered across its grotesque face, each one staring at her with an insatiable hunger.

A sudden snap of a branch behind her sent a jolt of fear down her spine. She risked a glance over her shoulder and saw the monstrous forms of the spirits closing in—twisted, grotesque figures with gaping mouths and glowing eyes. They were faster than she anticipated. Her heart raced, and panic clawed at her chest, urging her to run harder. But the forest was unforgiving. The ground was littered with roots and debris, the darkness almost impenetrable.

And then it happened.

Her foot caught on a root, and with a sickening jolt, she went crashing to the ground. Pain shot through her ankle as she twisted it, the impact sending a sharp ache up her leg. The breath was knocked from her lungs, and for a moment, she lay there, stunned, struggling to regain her bearings.

The cursed spirits didn’t give her time to recover.

She lifted her head, her vision blurred with tears, just in time to see them advancing—closer now, their grotesque faces illuminated by the faint moonlight breaking through the trees. The one with too many eyes licked its cracked lips, its misshapen body trembling with anticipation. The other, its jaw unhinged and dripping with black saliva, let out a sickening growl as it moved in for the kill.

Y/n’s blood ran cold as the spirits loomed over her, their claws outstretched, their breath foul and rancid. Her body trembled uncontrollably, paralyzed by the sight of them. Every instinct screamed at her to move, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate. Her ankle throbbed, and the gown twisted around her made it impossible to get up.

The nearest spirit lunged.

Y/n screamed, flinching as it came within inches of her, its claws slicing the air just above her head. The ground beneath her shook as the cursed spirits circled, growling and snapping their jaws. She could feel their vile hunger, their desire to tear her apart.

Desperation filled her, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to crawl backward, to put any distance between herself and the monsters closing in. Another spirit leapt, and this time its claw grazed her arm, leaving a stinging cut as blood welled from the wound. She cried out in pain, her tears blurring her vision as the darkness around her seemed to close in, suffocating her.

This was the end.

Her heart pounded as the cursed spirits, now circling her like vultures, readied themselves to strike. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the agony she knew was coming. Their growls grew louder, the anticipation of their meal driving them into a frenzy.

Then, just as the first claw was about to tear into her, a familiar voice, cold and mocking, cut through the chaos like a blade.

“What would you do without me, brat?”

Y/n’s eyes widened as she saw Sukuna standing just behind the cursed spirits, his monstrous form illuminated by the faint moonlight. The cursed spirits hissed and recoiled at his presence, but they didn’t retreat.

“Beg,” Sukuna ordered, his tone dark and mocking. “Beg for mercy.”

Y/n’s heart sank, her body trembling in fear and exhaustion. “Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please…”

“Louder,” Sukuna commanded, taking a step closer as the cursed spirits circled her.

“Please! Please don’t let them kill me!” she cried, her voice raw with desperation. The cursed spirits loomed closer, their claws reaching for her.

At the last moment, Sukuna smirked and waved his hand, and the cursed spirits scattered like ash in the wind. The illusion of the cursed spirits still playing through y/n head like clockwork.

He walked over to her, crouching down, and gripped her chin roughly, lifting her tear-streaked face to meet his gaze. “Oh, sweet pet,” he mocked, his thumb brushing over the cuts and bruises on her skin. “Look what you’ve done to your pretty face.”

His grip tightened, his nails biting into her skin. Then, without warning, he crushed his lips against hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. Y/n’s mind swam with confusion, fear, and something else she didn’t want to admit. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker than before.

“You are mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You will wear what I give you. You will speak when I say. You will go where I tell you. You are my wife. And you will love me.”

He released her, standing tall again. “Disobey me again,” he warned, his voice cold, “and I’ll let the cursed spirits tear you apart. Just like they were about to.”

Sukuna’s massive form loomed over Y/n battered figure as he stood before her, his presence a dark, intimidating shadow against the night’s cold glow. Without hesitation, he scooped Y/n up into his arms, holding her bridal style. Her body was limp and frail, barely conscious from exhaustion and fear. The delicate silk of her blood-red gown was stained and torn, and her face was streaked with dirt and tears.

As Sukuna carried her, the forest seemed to retreat into the darkness, shrinking away from the imposing figure of the cursed king. His strides were long and effortless, each step resonating with a heavy thud that cut through the eerie silence of the night. The cold air was sharp against Y/n’s exposed skin, but Sukuna's grip was firm and unyielding, his heat contrasting with the night’s chill. They passed through the massive gates of the fortress, the clanking sound of the gates closing behind them echoing ominously.

The transition from the wild, untamed forest to the cold, calculated order of the palace was stark. The cold marble of the palace’s entrance was a jarring contrast to the warm, chaotic woods. Inside, the grand entrance hall stretched out with its high, arched ceilings and opulent decor. The air was filled with the musty scent of the palace, mingling with the faint aroma of burnt candles.

Footmen and maids stood in stark, practiced formations, their faces blank and unyielding as they awaited Sukuna’s command. Their eyes flickered momentarily towards Y/n, then quickly averted, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and dispassion.

Sukuna’s entrance was as imposing as ever. His regal and terrifying aura seemed to dominate the entire space, making the room feel even more cavernous and cold. He carried Y/n with a casual cruelty, as though her plight was of no consequence to him. When they reached the center of the entrance hall, Sukuna dropped Y/n onto the cold, unforgiving marble floor with a dismissive shove. The impact jarred her, causing a sharp gasp of pain to escape her lips. Her limbs, already weak and trembling, failed to support her as she lay sprawled on the floor, her gown pooling around her like a tattered red halo.

Sukuna's gaze swept over her with a disinterested flicker. “Clean her up,” he commanded, his voice a harsh, echoing tone that seemed to reverberate off the walls. There was no warmth in his words, only an icy detachment that emphasized the disdain he felt for her current state.

The maids moved swiftly into action, their faces composed masks of efficiency. They approached Y/n with practiced precision, their movements a blend of speed and careful handling. They lifted her limp form with a professional detachment, their hands deftly maneuvering her as they prepared to take her away. Her gown, once elegant and shimmering, was now a mess of dirt and tears. Her face was bruised and swollen from her fall, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. As the maids carried her through the opulent corridors of the palace, their soft whispers and the gentle rustling of their skirts were a stark contrast to the harshness of Sukuna’s earlier actions.

The journey to her quarters was brief but felt interminable. The palace’s grand architecture loomed around her, its beauty now marred by her recent ordeal. The familiar grandeur of her quarters now seemed cold and distant, a prison of luxury rather than a sanctuary. Once in her chamber, the maids set about their work with quiet efficiency. The warm, soothing water of the bath was a welcome relief against her battered skin, though it was almost overwhelming in its comfort. The lather of soap and the gentle touch of the maids were a small solace amid the pain.

As Y/n laid in the tub, the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily on her. The once-beautiful palace, with its opulent decorations and grand halls, now felt like a gilded cage. The realization of her entrapment in Sukuna’s world, surrounded by luxury but bereft of freedom, settled heavily upon her. In the dim light of her quarters, she closed her eyes, trying to push away the fear and confusion, but the reality of her situation remained a heavy, inescapable burden.

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gojoshooter · 1 year ago

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lushafterglow · 8 months ago

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Sukuna Masterlist

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Bite me

Summary: Ryomen Sukuna was a very well known streamer, in a very well known streaming group. Known for his Idgaf attitude.

Y/N L/N is a very popular beauty influencer who is starting to rise and make her dreams come true.

You never hid that your “celebrity crush” was Ryomen Sukuna though it’s when Sukuna sees you in an AD campaign on one of his streams that he starts to know who you are.

Tropes: frenemies, friends to lovers, opposites attract

Series Masterlist Here

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#jjk sukuna #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna masterlist #jjk #jjk masterlist #mdni #sukuna smut

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just-jordie-things · 10 months ago

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ryomen sukuna fic masterlist

❥ let the light in 15.5k

reincarnation!au with a twist. in every life sukuna finds you in, he has to remind you of who you once were- and who you once were to each other. it's a burden, but it's one he's carried for centuries and he wouldn't have it any other way.

#masterlist #sukuna masterlist #jordie's masterlist

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prettyboykatsuki · 6 months ago

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notes from op ; if you want to see more thoughts and one-off shitposts about sukuna specifically, you can check my #a.sukuna tag but it's pretty barren.

—✮ LONG FIC [4k+]

✮ [ BLOOD FEUDS, ANCIENT AND MODERN ] | [NSFW, 18+] | WC ; 10.3k

SYNOPSIS ; Blood is thicker than water. Resentment, you think, is thicker than both

TRIGGER WARNINGS ; BLOOD INCEST, UNCLE / NIECE INCEST, ABUSE, MENTIONS OF GROOMING, UNDERAGE PREDATION, NONCON -> DUBCON

TAGS ; AFAB + Fem!Reader, Classism, Fingering, Thigh-Fucking, Petnames

—✮ SHORT FIC [1k+]

✮ [ SPITE ] | [NSFW, 18+] | WC ; 2.3k

SYNOPSIS ; Sukuna finds the bratty little human he means to kill entertaining enough to keep as a pet.

TRIGGER WARNINGS ; YANDERE, DUBCON, OBSESSION, CAPTIVITY.

TAGS ; AFAB + Fem!Reader, Public Sex, Fingering, Squirting, Noncon Petplay,

✮ [ THE SINS OF MORTAL FLESH ] | [NSFW, 18+] | WC ; 2.4K

SYNOPSIS ; Sukuna takes great pleasure in breaking pretty mortals. You especially.

TRIGGER WARNINGS ; DUBCON

TAGS ; AFAB + Fem!Reader, Rough Sex, Fearplay, Masochist Dom Sukuna, Sub!Reader, Hatesex.

—✮ BLURBS [-400]

└✮ ONE (NSFW) |

#sukuna masterlist #management

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mishietishie · 6 months ago

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Ryomen Sukuna Masterlist

Sukuna dating headcanons

Reincarnated Hearts masterlist

Back to the masterlist?

#mishietishie #writers on tumblr #jjk #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna masterlist

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 2 years ago

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—𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖺

`𝘪’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

⁂ 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. (♧)

#sukuna masterlist #sukuna x black!reader #sukuna x black fem!reader

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a-detraque-barista · 2 years ago

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𝒮𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Ⓕⓘⓒⓢ

ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ

Ⓢⓔⓡⓘⓔⓢ

Ⓓⓡⓐⓑⓑⓛⓔⓢ

#sukuna ryomen #yandere sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna angst #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna masterlist #a-detraque-barista

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raven-cincaide · 2 months ago

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𝐑𝗒ⱺꭑ𝖾𐓣 𝐒υ𝗄υ𐓣α 𝐌α𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋ᥣ𝗂𝗌𝗍

🎩 = Prompt based one shots; 📜 = Requests; 🐇 = Romance/Fluff/Comedy ; 🎭 = Angst/Hurt-comfort; 🖤 = Dark; 👄 = Suggestive themes

𝐎𐓣𝖾-𝗌ɦⱺ𝗍𝗌 🎩🖤Interesting human - Sukuna x Fem! Reader Synopsis: Sukuna meets a woman who isn't weak

𝐒𝖾𝖾 ꭑⱺ𝗋𝖾 α𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣𝗍𝗌: 𝐒ω𝖾𝖾𝗍ⱺᑲ𝖾𝗋 ꭑα𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋ᥣ𝗂𝗌𝗍

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All fics are unique works by ©ravencincaide 2024. Do not copy/repost/translate or spread my work(s) without my explicit permission. If you see any of my work(s) reworked/reposted/copied anywhere, please inform me!

#Raven cincaide masterlist #Sukuna masterlist

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mahgyu · 3 months ago

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𓄴 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐒 + 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒

. ˙ ❐ Satoru Gojo

. ˙ ❐ Suguru Geto

. ˙ ❐ Kento Nanami

. ˙ ❐ Choso Kamo

. ˙ ❐ Toji Fushiguro

. ˙ ❐ Ryomen Sukuna

. ˙ ❐ Hiromi Higuruma

. ˙ ❐ Shiu Kong

. ˙ ❐ Ino Takuma

©mahgyu

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coffee-and-geto · 3 months ago

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𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍!!

➤ including: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna.

➤ summary: when they found your naughty books and want to reproduce the scenes with you…

➤ warnings: +18 MDNI, smut, nsfw, sex (p in v), thighs riding, cowgirl, oral (f + m), fingering (f!receiving), semi-public sex, edging, office sex, childhood bedroom sex, reverse cowgirl, backshot, creampie, missionary, degradation (whore), marking (m!), overstimulation, dick drunk, riding, teasing, anal (f! receiving), true form! sukuna, hair pulling, fanart by the queen @/yunonoai.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Satoru furrows his brows and purses his pretty pink lips, deeply focused. “Hmm… Are you sure it’s like this? I think she was in reverse rather than—”

“Toru!”

“What?” He shifts the book that’s hiding his handsome face from your view. Your cheeks are flushed with a warm, yearning desire, your lips swollen from hungry kisses, and your eyes have been tearing up for several minutes because your boyfriend has stopped stimulating you, leaving you craving his touch. He gives you a playful smirk and chuckles. “If you want me, sweetheart, you just have to come and get me.”

“You activated your Infinity!” you whine, trying for the tenth time to reach his pale, soft, bare chest. A barrier that gives you the feeling you’re about to touch him but keeps your fingers from making contact, trapping you in an endless loop where you’ll never touch him.

“That’s your punishment for scolding me for being horny all the time while you’re reading this!” Satoru delights in the desperate look you give him. “And you still dare call me shameless!” He waves the book in front of your nose as you whimper, weakly trying to snatch the book from his hands, but in a feeble, pathetic attempt. But finding that the punishment has lasted long enough, he deactivates his Infinity, and you end up collapsing onto his legs, your breathing ragged, but dying to have him inside you. He bursts out laughing as you climb onto him, though he doesn’t place his hands on your hips like he usually does.

“Toru… Please…” you whisper, moaning softly as you slide his hard, thick cock inside you, your drenched walls greedily swallowing him up.

“Tut-tut.” He shakes his head and lets you adjust to him, leaving you with only the sensation of your pulse throbbing against his delicious length. “You’re gonna fuck yourself stupid on this fat cock of mine, ’kay? Like the good girl that you are.”

A sob escapes your lips as you start to fuck yourself on him, your breasts bouncing slowly and gently under Satoru’s amused, mocking gaze. It’s much more effort than usual, and he doesn’t miss a chance to notice it.

Satoru crosses his arms behind his head on the pillow and laughs heartily. “C’mon baby, ride me like you mean it,” he purrs, your inexperienced thighs gripping the muscles of his hips. “A lot harder when I’m not helping you out, huh?”

Frustrated tears roll down your cheeks, and a pout forms on your lips. You sniffle as you try to bounce on his cock buried far too deep in your tight little cunt — preventing you from going faster.

But maybe he’s had enough too, because his hands grip the flesh of your hips, digging his nails in hard enough to leave definite bruises before bucking his hips into you — causing you to let out a yelp of pleasure as he hits your sweet spot deep inside. “So deep…”

“Deep, huh?” Satoru pulls you into a fast, rough rhythm, his hips slamming into you as you cry out his name, echoing through the room, fucking you in cowgirl just like in your book. “It’ll be like this all night, sweetheart.”

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“S-Sugu… Please…”

“Please what, princess?” Suguru murmurs, his nose rubbing against your soaked panties, his tongue licking your swollen folds through the fabric, savoring your intoxicating scent. The tip of his nose gently presses on your swollen clit, causing your hips to buck against his face.

“I can’t take it anymore, please, I need you…” you moan, your trembling arms hugging a pillow tightly to keep yourself from going crazy.

But Suguru’s hands pin your plush thighs against the mattress, obstructing any attempt you make to struggle. “But the scene was just as slow as I’m doing it, darling,” Suguru whispers, his lips pressed against your wet, clothed slit. “I can feel how close you are if I really eat you out.” A chuckle rumbles through his chest before he slowly slides your underwear down your thighs, finally gaining access to your pussy, now openly exposed to him. He whistles at the sight of your fluids, almost like transparent glue forming a delicate web between your already parted lips and your entrance, which opens and closes around nothing.

“I know, Suguru, but please, I need you to do something or— Ah!” you’re cut off as he captures your bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking shamelessly — the wet, slurping sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. A shiver runs through your body, and you moan uncontrollably as he devours you eagerly — his tongue alternating between licking and sucking your clit, and the tip of his agile, teasing tongue tracing quick circles around your dripping hole.

“Sugu! I’m close… s’close,” you cry out, squirming as gasps leave your lips in sweet sounds that make his dick twitch in his pants.

“Mind if I add a finger?” He glances at your pussy, on the brink of release, lifting his head from between your thighs for just a few seconds. “Or two.”

“No, Sugu— cumming!” you mewl as you immediately cum on his thick fingers, your tight cunt clenching around his gummy walls.

He gasps at the sensation of your tightness and the flow of your fluids trickling down his hand and wrist.

“And what about my cock?”

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Please, darling, anyone could—”

“I know, I know, Ken, just cum for me, will you?” you purr, your tongue swirling around the angry red tip of Kento’s dick, so thick and swollen, threatening to burst and release his seed with every stroke of your fingers or suck from your soft mouth.

Nanami tries to control his breathing, his hands usually occupied by a pen at his desk in his workplace, his perfectly straight nose bent over documents to fill out or sign — but today, he’s a grotesque image of what his employees are used to seeing: cheeks flushed, one hand under his desk, fingers tangled in your hair, and his tie lazily loosened to allow him to breathe.

“Darling, I’m close I can’t—”

“C’mon, baby,” you coo, one of your hands stroking his base while your mouth takes in more of his cock, sucking him properly to make him cum as quickly as possible.

“D-Darling— I—”

You pull his length out of your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva mixed with his precum connecting the tip of his dick to your lips. “You promised to redo the scene, didn’t you? So cum for me, ’kay? It’s perfect if someone catches us because—” But the growl Nanami emits, along with the pulsing of his dick in your fingers wrapped around him, tells you he’s far too close.

You take him back into your mouth, using as much space as he allows, bobbing your head up and down until he sighs your name and spills out in unintelligible words, his balls tightening as he cums in your mouth, painting the inside of your cheeks white — the thick, sticky, warm strands filling you up until your throat has no choice but to swallow everything.

Nanami’s Adam’s apple nervously bobs as he swallows, his eyes lowering to see your disheveled head under his hand, tangled in your hair, and your satisfied expression under his desk.

You gently remove his softened cock from your mouth and kiss the tip. “Thank you, Ken. Another round before your secretary arrives?”

His dick immediately hardens again at your words.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

“Nuh-uh, doll, don’t make a sound, this is an important call,” Toji whispers, a finger pressed against your trembling lips that threaten to give in at any moment. “That’s what you said you wanted, right?” he chuckles, his lips curling into a smirk as he keeps his dick buried deep inside you, while his other hand holds his phone to his ear.

A few rings later, Toji’s boss picks up, and he continues the call while fucking you at a steady, deep, and unapologetic rhythm. His hips slap against yours, pushing your patience to its limits.

After all, you’re the one who started this, right?

“I want to redo that scene,” you had whined.

And now you have it — Toji taking you in missionary, your legs desperately wrapped around his firm hips, his hand sliding from your lips to your throat, gently squeezing around your neck. He slowly reaches that sweet spot inside you, making your back arch, an involuntary whimper escaping your swollen lips.

He gives you a warning look before fucking you dumb without mercy, continuing his conversation with his boss as if he were at a café, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. “Yes, of course, Shui mentioned my next mission, but I wanted more detailed information.” He licks his upper lip before smirking, his emerald eyes never leaving yours, begging for the call to end. He shakes his head and keeps applying gentle pressure to your throat, threatening to make you let out a gasp of pleasure under the delicious roll of his expert hips inside you.

A white ring forms around the base of his thick, veiny cock just before he notices how tight you’re getting, and he has to control his breathing to avoid sounding strange during the call with his superior. But your cunt, obsessed with him, swallows his shaft with ease, making it even harder to remain impassive. To the point that his boss asks if everything’s alright when Toji lets out a low grunt, his top teeth sinking into his lower lip, making the gesture even hotter thanks to the scar that crosses his mouth.

“No, no, boss, I’ll call you back later, I’ve got a little situation,” he murmurs before abruptly hanging up and tossing his phone aside, grabbing you by the hips in a grip you can’t resist. “See what you’re doing t’me? Huh? You wanted it, now take it all the way, doll.” But your cunt clenches around him, pushing him so deep that you cry out his name, writhing on the bed like a kitten — you’re sure he’s fucking your stomach now.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

“Baby— I— Please…” Choso babbles, his pretty blood-red eyes rolling back in their sockets from the overstimulation of his cock buried deep in your wet, tight, gummy walls.

The poor thing has no control over the fast and overwhelming pace of the pleasure you’re giving him — the sound of your skin slapping against his with every drop of your hips in your reverse cowgirl position. The idea to fuck your sensitive boyfriend in his childhood bedroom, the one he once shared with Yuji, could only have come from you.

Who would have thought you’d take advantage of a family dinner to do this? It’s a good thing Yuji is busy playing video games in the guest room with his best friend, Aoi Todo. Their laughter and complaints about losing a match carry through the walls to your room — a fear that Choso might have, the poor, adorable sweetheart who whimpers and whines like the virgin he was not too long ago.

“Babe— Ah! Please, they’re going to hear us…” Choso whines, his voice muffled against a pillow on his bed.

You chuckle, a pleasured grin on your face as you bounce on the dick that swells and throbs deep inside your pussy, hungry for him. “Poor Cho… You promised we’d redo the scene from my book, didn’t you? And it takes place in a childhood bedroom, hmm?” You speed up the pace, the tip of Choso’s cock now hitting your cervix with each slam back in. You bring a hand to your mouth to stifle your sweet sounds. “You feel s’good, baby, doing so good f’me…” you purr, glancing over your shoulder to admire the messy state of your boyfriend; his eyes filled with tears from overstimulation and his mouth open, letting out sounds that make you tighten around his cock. “G’nna give it to me? Huh, baby?”

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum,” Choso whimpers in a small, submissive voice. “Please, please, please, make me cum, I want to cum in your pussy,” he begs before letting out a small sob.

“Fill me up, Cho, c’mon,” you encourage with a smile, bringing a hand to your sensitive clit, rubbing in firm circles, your ass pressed against his pelvis. “That’s my good boy, give me your cum.”

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

“Ah! Kuna, please,” you moan, a grimace of pleasure twisting your face as the King of Curses pounds roughly with his hips in your tight holes. His two cocks — one in your pussy and the other in your asshole — abuse you, thrusting as if it’s the last time he’ll ever fuck you.

“Can you obey me for a minute and shut up?” Sukuna growls, the back of his head resting against the wooden door of the pantry where the servants store food for the King of Curses.

Of course — reading one of the books from the estate’s library made you beg your husband to fuck you right in the kitchen downstairs — just like the fucking king or prince in the kitchens of their castle — and who was Sukuna to deny you that? That’s how you ended up here, your head buried between your arms as your husband stuffs you raw and rough in a pantry where apples and carrots taunt you.

The scene might seem comical, but not when you’re terrified of being caught by the servants or the staff — though Sukuna has never really give a fuck about that. The cramped space is as hot as your cunt and asshole, which still manage to take every slam Sukuna delivers inside you — his heavy balls slapping against your clit and your ass. He’s ready to fill you and make you scream if your pleas didn’t hold him back and if the pantry hadn’t turned into a sauna. Instead, he prefers to edge you, not letting you fall over the edge of orgasm.

Sweat sticks to both your bodies, where the slapping of his balls makes enough noise to attract the staff — if you ignore your muffled moans and gasps.

“Kuna! Mmph! M’close! Please, make me cum!” you whimper, clinging to one of his four arms that knead your breasts and pinch your nipples — the other two busy holding your hips already marked with red scratches and blue hickeys, and the last one making circles around your clit.

“Is this how the other princess got stuffed too? Begging like a whore to cum for her charming king?” Sukuna’s chest shakes with a rough laugh, quickening his pace until your vision blurs with dazzling stars and your cunt spasms around one of his dicks, while he follows, shooting his white seed in thick ropes deep inside you until it overflows despite still being inside you and the door moving with him — fucking you through your orgasm.

Footsteps echo in the kitchen and you freeze, along with him.

“Is someone there?” a valet’s voice asks, not far from the pantry.

And Sukuna glares at you — should he kill him or remain silent?

➤ a/n: if anyone knows the @ of the black dividers pls tell me i didn’t save it...

➤ tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422 @whathappenedtobees @drippymcdrippison

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The Eternal Enigma 3

A/N: tbh idk how to feel abt this chapter I think I rushed it a bit but I do hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Y/n navigates the unsettling grandeur of Sukuna’s palace and the opulent but daunting royal gardens. As she contemplates her role and isolation, she encounters Sukuna’s enigmatic presence and the complexities of her position. The evening’s ballroom event unfolds with a mix of curiosity and tension, highlighting the intricacies of her relationship with Sukuna and the expectations placed upon her

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>> chp1 chp2

The royal gardens of Sukuna’s palace were a strange anomaly in the otherwise bleak landscape. The fortress loomed dark and ominous, casting shadows across everything it touched. Yet here, past the deadened trees and desolate surroundings, the gardens remained alive in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.

The flowers, though muted in color, were still in bloom—faded pinks, grays, and purples adding a surreal beauty to the atmosphere. Their petals, fragile and worn, swayed in the faint breeze, as if clinging to life despite the gloom. The trees, though twisted and gnarled, stood tall, their branches arching like skeletal hands toward the sky. Shadows danced on the stone paths, and every footfall seemed to echo in the stillness.

Y/n walked slowly, her fingers brushing over the petals of the flowers, their softness a brief comfort amidst the harshness of the palace. This place, this peculiar garden, was the only spot in the entire fortress where she felt she could breathe. It wasn’t joyful, but it wasn’t suffocating either. It was a paradox, much like her existence here—caught between life and death, between freedom and captivity.

Her footsteps took her deeper into the garden until she reached the lake. The water was dark and still, reflecting the overcast sky above. She knelt by its edge, staring into the inky depths, her reflection staring back at her—a ghost of the person she once was.

What am I doing here? The thought had plagued her since her arrival, but now, more than ever, it pressed heavily on her heart. Sukuna was a monster, a demon king who had shown her cruelty and indifference, yet there was something else—something unexplainable that gnawed at her resolve. She wanted to hate him, to reject everything he stood for, yet she found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't fully understand. Am I losing my mind?

She knelt at the lake’s edge, her fingers trailing through the cool water. The ripples distorted her reflection, and with it, her sense of self. How could she be drawn to someone who treated her like a mere object—like a pawn in his dark game? He was ruthless, manipulative, everything she despised. Yet, despite her efforts to convince herself of this, there was a small part of her that longed to know more. Was it madness? Or something darker inside her, something that responded to his power and control?

She closed her eyes, willing the confusion to fade. But the memories of his touch, his gaze, the way he carried her without a hint of concern, invaded her thoughts. She was terrified of him, yes, but there was also a dangerous allure in the way he wielded his power, the way his mere presence dominated everything around him. That pull was undeniable, and it terrified her more than anything else.

As she grappled with her emotions, she wasn’t aware of Sukuna watching her from a distance. He stood on a balcony overlooking the garden, his monstrous form a dark silhouette against the dim sky. The faint glow of his eyes followed her every movement. From his vantage point, she seemed almost ethereal against the desolate backdrop of the garden. The dying flora and eerie stillness contrasted starkly with her delicate beauty, her gown flowing around her like a whisper of vibrant color. Her profile was framed by the dim light of the setting sun, casting a soft glow that highlighted the contours of her face and the thoughtful furrow of her brow.

Despite himself, Sukuna’s gaze lingered on the grace with which she moved, the subtle sadness in her eyes stirring an unfamiliar twinge of empathy within him. He watched as she touched the surface of the lake, her reflection rippling in the water, and for a moment, the cold, imposing demon king seemed to waver, his expression softening ever so slightly.

Uraume, Sukuna’s trusted advisor, joined him on the balcony, their presence a stark contrast to Sukuna’s intimidating aura. Uraume observed Y/n with a contemplative gaze. “It isn’t so bad that she receives your attention,” Uraume remarked casually, their tone almost philosophical. “After all, she is here for a reason. She is to be your soon wife, and part of the reason you haven’t broken the curse yet.”

Sukuna’s gaze remained fixed on Y/n, though his expression remained nonchalant. “And what of it?” he responded, his tone betraying a hint of irritation. “This is hardly the time for such reflections.”

Uraume continued, undeterred. “Her presence here is a reminder of what you once were—something human, something more than just a cursed king. If there’s any hope of redemption, you’ll have to embrace that part of yourself.”

Sukuna’s eyes flickered with something unspoken, a fleeting moment of discomfort that he quickly masked with indifference. “Ensure that everything for the event tomorrow is set and ready,” he instructed Uraume, his voice dismissive. “I have other matters to attend to.”

With that, Sukuna turned and walked away, leaving Uraume to contemplate the weight of their words. The advisor remained on the balcony, watching Y/n for a moment longer before they too turned to attend to their duties.

As tomorrow evening reached Y/n stood in her quarters, the opulent room dimly lit by the flickering light of candles. She examined herself in the full-length mirror, her dress—a breathtaking creation of deep midnight blue with intricate silver embroidery—flowed elegantly around her. Despite the grandeur of the gown, she felt an unsettling self-consciousness settle over her. The anticipation of the evening gnawed at her, the echoes of whispered judgments and the weight of her father’s legacy hanging heavily in the air. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. Uraume entered, their presence a calming contrast to the tension Y/n felt. They observed her with an inscrutable expression.

“Shall we take a walk?” they suggested, sensing her inner turmoil.

They strolled through the palace corridors, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. As they take their time reaching to the ballroom, Uraume began to speak. “You’re probably wondering why you’re here, and why your role is more significant than just being Sukuna’s wife.”

Y/n turned to them, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

Uraume paused, choosing their words carefully. “Sukuna is driven by power, and though he wears the mask of a demon king, there is still a sliver of humanity within him. The curse binds him to this state, but your presence here is not merely to be his wife. You are a balance, a bridge between his overwhelming power and the humanity he has all but lost. Your role is to restore a semblance of balance to the palace and perhaps to his soul.”

Y/n was taken aback, her mind racing. “But why me? My father is gone, and I am no longer part of society. Who else would have taken this role?”

Uraume’s lips curved slightly. “Your father’s passing and your subsequent estrangement from society left you isolated. In the eyes of the palace and its inhabitants, you have no allies. It’s a harsh reality, but it’s one that places you in a unique position. You’re here because there is no one else.”

Y/n absorbed this, the gravity of her situation settling in. “I suppose you’re right. I’m alone.”

The weight of Uraume’s words settled heavily on Y/n as they approached the ballroom. The opulent space before her was filled with the glittering elite of the court, their laughter and conversations mingling with the soft strains of music. The sight was overwhelming, and Y/n felt a pang of self-consciousness as she noticed the way people’s eyes turned toward her. Whispers followed in the wake of her entrance, their voices laced with judgment and curiosity. She was acutely aware of her father’s actions and their lingering impact on her status.

As she walked down the grand staircase, her gaze met Sukuna’s. He was surrounded by the elite, his aura commanding attention even amidst the sea of beautiful women vying for his favor. The juxtaposition of his dark, imposing presence against the glittering crowd was striking, as Y/n felt a wave of insecurity wash over her.

The royal council, including Gojo, Geto, Nanami, and Toji, awaited Y/n’s arrival with a blend of formality, warmth, and keen interest. The room seemed to hum with an undercurrent of curiosity as she made her way down the grand staircase, her gown a vivid splash of color amid the opulent surroundings. Gojo, with his trademark smile, was the first to step forward. His presence was both commanding and approachable, a rare combination that made him instantly memorable. He greeted Y/n with a courteous nod, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest beneath their usual aloofness.

“Lady Y/n,” Gojo said, his voice smooth and engaging. “How are you adjusting to life here?” Y/n offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s… an adjustment. I wasn’t aware of how isolated I would feel.”

Gojo’s gaze remained steady, his perceptive eyes taking in the nuances of her expression. He chuckled softly, the sound a mix of amusement and empathy. “Welcome to the elite, my lady. Though, I assume you’re finding this life more to your liking than the one you left behind.”

The question, though lightly framed, was pointed. Y/n’s eyes flickered with a momentary flash of discomfort. She hesitated, her thoughts grappling with the weight of her past and present. “I prefer not to dwell on the past,” she said, her voice firm but edged with underlying tension. “I’m more concerned about the evening’s events and my role in them.”

Gojo’s expression shifted, his smile softening as he detected the strain in her words. He had a knack for reading people, and it was clear he understood that her reluctance to discuss her past was significant. “Fair enough,” he said, his tone considerate. “Let’s focus on the present, then. It’s a night for making new impressions, not reliving old ones.”

As they moved further into the crowd, Gojo’s demeanor remained both engaging and respectful, allowing Y/n to feel more at ease despite the overwhelming environment. He skillfully navigated the conversation away from her discomfort, guiding her towards a more pleasant topic and easing the tension that had initially hung in the air. The exchange left Y/n with a subtle sense of relief, a brief respite from the whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties that had defined her recent days.

As the music swelled, the ballroom was awash with shimmering light and elegant attire. Y/n was led to the center of the room by Sukuna, his commanding presence drawing every eye to them. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, yet a palpable tension seemed to cling to the air.

Sukuna’s gaze was unwavering, his eyes fixed on Y/n with an intensity that was both captivating and unsettling. As they began to dance, their movements were a stark contrast to the refined grace of the other couples. Sukuna’s hold on her was firm, almost possessive, his touch assertive, as if he were marking his territory with each step. The dance floor seemed to shrink around them, turning their interaction into a private stage for a more dangerous game.

The music played on, its melody weaving a haunting backdrop to their dance. Sukuna leaned in, his voice low and laden with an almost predatory curiosity. “How do you find tonight?” His question, though seemingly casual, was edged with a deeper significance, a test of her fortitude.

Y/n, caught off guard by the weight of his tone, looked up at him with a mix of defiance and apprehension. “It’s… manageable. Uruame took me for a walk earlier, which helped ease some of my nerves,” she responded, her voice betraying a hint of tremor as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Sukuna’s lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile, one that held a hint of something darker. “So you understand why you’re here?” His voice carried a teasing undertone, as though he was savoring the moment and the discomfort it brought her.

Y/n hesitated, the gravity of his words pressing heavily on her. “To be your wife?” she ventured, her tone tentative, her gaze searching his face for any sign of truth.

Sukuna’s smile widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “to be my blessing,” he corrected smoothly. His words carried a chilling weight, as though he was reveling in the power he wielded over her, delighting in her confusion.

A shiver ran down Y/n’s spine. Her expression hardened, a flicker of frustration breaking through. “Don’t call me your blessing when you’ve treated me like dirt,” she said, her voice edged with a mix of hurt and defiance.

Sukuna’s smile remained, an inscrutable mask that barely concealed his amusement. “Dirt is what you get when you act like a brat,” he said, his tone a mixture of reprimand and dark amusement. “But I assume you like that. I feel your craving towards me.”

Y/n’s eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to maintain her composure. “What craving? I’ve tried to be civil while you have acted like a beast,” she retorted, her voice trembling with suppressed anger.

Sukuna chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that seemed to reverberate with dark pleasure. “Well, the ladies do seem to like the beast,” he said, looking down at her with an unsettling mix of condescension and predatory interest. As he spoke, Y/n felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, her irritation mingling with an unwanted, confusing attraction.

The dance, meant to symbolize their union, had devolved into a battleground of wills and hidden agendas. The music’s rhythm, once elegant, now seemed to underscore the darker undertones of their interaction, a harsh reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Sukuna’s breath was warm against her ear as he leaned in closer, his voice a whisper filled with a cruel edge. “You’re here to help me balance this curse, whether you want to or not.” he murmured, his words seeping into her thoughts like a poisonous fog.

Y/n’s heart raced, her mind reeling from the weight of his manipulation. She was ensnared in his embrace, his presence a potent mixture of intimidation and dark allure. His control over her was palpable, his grip firm and unyielding, anchoring her to his will. The more she struggled to understand her feelings, the more she felt herself being drawn into his dangerous game.

As the music drew to a close, Sukuna brought the dance to an end with a commanding flourish. The room erupted into applause, the guests’ cheers a stark contrast to the storm raging inside Y/n. She forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil within her. The dance had exposed a new layer of Sukuna’s manipulation, deepening the shadows of doubt and desire that now clouded her heart.

As the applause for their dance began to fade, Sukuna’s grip on Y/n’s hand remained firm, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of their exchange seemed to linger in the air, a tangible force that set them apart from the other guests. The ballroom, now a backdrop of muted conversations and swirling colors, felt distant and irrelevant compared to the charged space they occupied.

Y/n struggled to compose herself, her thoughts a turbulent mix of fear, frustration, and a reluctant allure. Sukuna’s presence was overwhelming, his influence nearly suffocating. She could feel the weight of his expectations, the oppressive nature of his power, and the way his manipulation had begun to seep into her consciousness.

As the music resumed, Sukuna guided her to the edge of the dance floor, his movements smooth and deliberate. The guests watched with keen interest, their whispers and glances weaving a tapestry of intrigue and speculation around the couple. Despite the crowd, Y/n felt acutely alone, isolated in her struggle against the dark allure of Sukuna’s control.

Sukuna leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that made her skin prickle. “The more you try to resist, the more you reveal your true desires.”

Y/n stiffened, her pulse quickening at his words. “I’m not playing any games,” she said, her voice strained. “I’m just trying to understand my place here.”

Sukuna chuckled softly, the sound rich with dark amusement. “Understanding your place? How many times are you going to ask me that, brat? You’re here to serve a purpose, and that purpose is to temper the curse that binds me. Your resistance only makes you more intriguing, more... desirable.”

His words, filled with possessiveness and predatory interest, made Y/n’s heart race. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, holding her firmly in place. The more she tried to resist his influence, the more she felt herself drawn to him, caught between her desire for autonomy and the magnetic pull of his dark charisma.

“You think you can escape this?” Sukuna asked, his tone a blend of mockery and challenge. “Your father’s actions have left you with no allies, no support. Here, you are nothing but an extension of my will, meant to provide me with an heir. The sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for both of us.”

Y/n’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and desperation. “I am not a pawn,” she snapped, her voice trembling. “I refuse to be used as a tool for your power.”

Sukuna’s smile remained, but his eyes darkened with a more intense heat. “You’re already a part of my game, Y/n, ever since your useless father died,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “And whether you like it or not, you will play your role. The question is, will you do so willingly, or will you continue to resist and make it more painful for yourself?”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she struggled to reconcile her feelings. The seductive promise in his words, combined with the overwhelming sense of his power, created a confusion that left her vulnerable. The line between fear and attraction blurred, making it difficult for her to maintain her resolve.

“You’re quite the enigma, Y/n,” Sukuna said, his voice smooth yet laced with a dark amusement. “It’s fascinating to watch you struggle with your own desires and fears. It only makes you more... interesting.”

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “You’re not making this any easier,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You keep talking about your curse, but all I see is someone using their power to manipulate others.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted to one of mock surprise. “Manipulate? Perhaps. But I assure you, everything I do is to ensure that the curse remains balanced. You’re not just a pawn, Y/n. You’re a crucial part of this delicate equilibrium.”

Y/n’s frustration boiled over. “You speak of balance, but all I feel is your need for control. You talk about my role as if it’s something I can simply accept, but you’re not giving me any real choice.”

Sukuna stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “Choice is an illusion, Y/n. You were brought here for a reason, and whether you choose to accept it or not doesn’t change the fact that you are bound to this fate.”

Her heart raced as she grappled with his words. The seductive promise in his tone, coupled with his oppressive control, left her feeling trapped between her desire for freedom and the magnetic pull of his dark charisma.

“You think you’re the only one caught in this game,” Sukuna continued, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “But you’re not alone. We’re bound together by this curse, and whether you like it or not, you will play your part.”

Y/n’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and fear. “And if I refuse to play along? What then?”

Sukuna’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. “Refusal will only make the game more complicated. But don’t worry, I have ways of ensuring you remain... motivated.”

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