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[ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed. *sukuna ~

answered prompt for @chaoslulled ! ( 𖥔 )

      𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒. teeth could bite that tongue off, there were urges to act on instinct. apex creature signaling fight as opposed to flight, but something else sparked within his chest a 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 riddled need to challenge one so feared. as if to somehow prove there was nothing daunting about the very hands wracking his body. ignore the way it sends chills down your spine, avoid the image of arms circling and shattering each column with unbridled ease. heat garnered below at visuals brimming to the surface, feeling overpowered and arousal growing amid pressed forms / it makes breath hitch , softly with little to no resistance. nails sunk through anything tangible, fabric creasing in furled fists. he just wanted to feel a slivered ounce of control, to grip reality long 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 .

      the accursed was guiding every movement, platform heels beginning to stumble and being met with a shove to occupy the mattress. lungs release what once filled them, startled from him ! springs resound beneath the other’s joining weight, dipping from knees occupying the space between limbs and casting shadow from above and in that very same moment, when back touched plush surface, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 had also bled across nose bridge. crimson droplets, cursed energy , cascading as honed arrows flickered. they immediately dissipated, subsiding like an accident spurred by his own panic. heartbeat is pounding now, foreboding on the realization that he shouldn’t pose threats against a man willing to level cities for lesser offenses. gaze shifts upon opposing features in a way that indicates careful assessment, flustered disposition causing fingertips to seek his hand. ❛ i … i’m sorry. ❞ passive, quiet words meant to pacify him. make it better, guide that palm and hold it against your cheek. inspire sympathy, ❛ it will never happen again. ❞

      𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓. insolence is punished without the reluctance one might feel through a semblance of humanity … whether this 𝐆𝐎𝐃 among earth possessed such sentiments was wholly unknown to him. they were at constant odds it seemed, domineering from above while his own limbs groveled amongst dirt and prideful remnants snuffed beneath that overbearing heel. you should strike back with dignity, it’s what they all would have wanted. no, there would be nothing left / you’ll wish for death. why discard playthings when they can be remolded. animals could be domesticated, any of your choosing if confidence serves well enough.

     winching brows, lashes fluttering as that palm gives the slightest pat be complacent. exhale falters with a soft shudder, finding solace in pressed lips seeking his forehead. that 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 symbolized forgiveness. however as hand cradled jawline, squeezing to where his mouth notched open from the pressure, his entire body shifted to accommodate something far more submissive . allowing mistreatment by 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 and clenching teeth to prepare himself for it. but nothing happened, nothing save for the crooning malice in his tone. that rumbling vibration it resounded, powerful yet carrying a tenderness for him. either hand secures around his arm, not applying force but resting there for his own false assurance that it wouldn’t simply break his bones. to shatter them with one fatal motion.

     stomach churned, his brother's mentioning nearly averting focus from 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 crimsons eyes. ❛ yes … very clear. ❞  urgency to respond is impulsive, etched into his mind from their time spent together. choso wondered, aimlessly so, as to why this tyrant spared him such wrath. the masses weren't as tolerated, even looking at him wrong could warrant a death sentence. ❛ i never meant to upset you. ❞ voice feathered, hand overlaying the one which held him steady. wishing to ease it, loosen that tension in his grip. ❛ how can i make it right again ? ❞ i'll do anything for you, because you've made it so.

               𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉.       it is a bold move that the little death womb allows himself to look so pretty, so daunting underneath the form of his own body moving over his.      how adorable that he claims that he can fight, that he thinks that he stands a chance.       do they not all understand that they are mere ants to him?       that any given moment he can flick his wrist and they will be destroyed within seconds?         no, ryomen only keeps them around because they are fun to bat between his hands, a tiger that keeps himself from tearing in with claws for the sake of his own fun.        he watches the way that choso quivers underneath him, a slow grin blooming across his face, lighting up crimson eyes that scream of the death and destruction that he can cause within moments.       𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.      it is only because he is fun to look at, fun to play with, that sukuna has allowed him to live this long.        he is useful    –––––     he tames the brat outside of these encounters, smiles warm and pretends to be big brother because it's more imaginary lives that have been instilled by kenjaku.       he wonders how fun it would be to break that nose where the arrow dares show itself, across a dainty bridge that would be easy to tear apart.         though, it would be too much of a pity if he did    –––     he has grown fond of this toy, he does not wish to destroy.      not yet.

               a hand dips to his own, tugs it upward where he can reach that damn arrow that has erupted.      cursed energy fuels from the body below and makes him shiver    ––––     it is power, it is weighty;      he wonders just how much damage he could truly unleash if he wasn't so…. damaged.      still,  he allows his thumb to run across the edge of an arrow that is underneath a pleading eye, one that looks far too scared to be comfortable with.         his own eyes narrow for a moment, four crimson searching for a long moment, debating.        no, he does not want to break this one yet.        so instead he lightly slaps his hand against his cheek, presses a mocking kiss against his trembling forehead.        ❝  good boy, choso.      i know it won't happen again.      because if it does….  ❞       ryomen lets his voice trail for a moment before he grabs his jaw, forces those eyes to meet his own.         ❝  i will make you watch as i tear the brat apart, limb from sorry limb, until there is nothing left.      do i make myself clear?  ❞