Yandere Sukuna Ryomen - Tumblr Posts

aah jujutsu kaisen is such a good vibe for this blog!! could i please get sakusa making a complete and utter mess out of itadoris sweet little girlfriend. a good vessel knows how to share with his curse right?

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, religious connotations & blasphemy ig, slight slut shaming if you squint, condescension, mind-break/mind-control, slight hinting to cannibalism again if you squint, forced voyeurism ig

fem reader

"Yuji?"

It was a mistake of you to come. You should have stayed away, you should have listened to the brat's warnings, but you just couldn't bare the thought, could you? Sweet little dumb lamb up for slaughter.

"I'm afraid not, darling."

He took a step forward, you a step back, up all the way into the wall upon the sounds of bones splintering, morphing into a pair of extra arms sprouting out from his sides.

The room was dim, but his eyes glowed a warm ruby red instead of their normal golden brown, the scarring slits carved beneath them both now peeling open, awakening for another pair of jaded eyes looking at you like a predator eyeing prey.

"Yuji? Please..." You tried, but it was in vain.

A smile broke from his face like jagged cracked shards of glass.

"Angel face, I told you... Yuji's not here right now-"

His arms, all four of them, reached out, had you caged between himself, who seemed to grow into a tall menace towering over your small frame, and the cold stiff wall behind you.

"But don't worry... he's watching."

Hands too quick for you to avoid, gripped the fabric of your dress, tearing it off, leaving you bare before the demon in front of you.

"Poor pup is whining like a little bitch... more so than you. But I can't blame him... the brat thinks I'm going to rip your heart from your chest."

The man wearing your boyfriend's face gave a twisted laugh, dark like raked coals, still in Yuji's voice yet so far from a sound he could ever make.

"He fears he'll have to watch the light leave your pretty eyes as you die, your blood staining his fingers an unforgivable scarlet."

You trembled as his hands, the four of them, grabbed your bare waist, his head ducking with a ragged sniff, sighing out in a gasp while levelling with your chest. He gave a small moan in awe before producing his tongue, warm and wet, laving up the valley between your breasts, up your collar and throat, to your ear, whispering on it.

"Don't you cry, turtle dove."

Your arms hung still at your sides like deadweight, not daring to make a move, frozen still, even as the finger from one of his hands curled beneath the band to your underwear, tugging on them in an effortless aim to tear them off.

Your toes curled upon the nippy air kissing your exposed sex, hands clenching when feeling his fingers rub against your slit.

He cooed at you as you whimpered and shook on weak knees, kissing your cheek as another hand spidered up your neck, enclosing large lanky fingers in a snug deadlock around your throat, sharp purple talons sinking playfully into the fine skin in the curve of your jugular, forcing you to look up at him as he stared you down, tears misty in your terror-wide eyes.

"I promise I won't hurt you. I'm not as bad as the brat makes me out to be."

Your eyes blurred to near blindness, unable to focus on anything sept for the burning red residing in his, where it wouldn't surprise you if they started leaking with blood.

Your body rendered to just a rag doll as his bottom arms lifted you up to cradle his torso, one top arm kept between your thighs whilst the other remained wrapping strong fingers tightly around your throat, fingers that would have zero issues snapping your neck if need be.

"It's him you should watch out for... if only you knew what cursed thoughts go tumbling through his brittle hormonal mind..."

He pressed his forehead against yours and continued his taunting, words kissing your face with the stench of his breath.

"Thoughts about you... and all the nasty things he wants to do to you."

There was something wickedly gleeful in his eyes as he sunk two of his fingers inside you, humming at the tightness, spreading them and smiling as you winced at the stretch, otherwise ignoring your horror.

"Torturing himself with lewd pictures of you, thinking about how good you would feel beneath him, wrapped tight around his cock."

Unbothered by how your hands suddenly made to push at his tough chest, his stiff skin liking the attention of your dainty breakable fingers, finding it amusing for a moment, before leaving your throat in favor of gathering your aimless delicate little wrists in a cross above your head, allowing your head to hang and shake from side to side at the thick fingers being pushed inside you.

"Fisting himself until he makes a mess in his bed, your name drooling from his lips." His voice licked at your ears like fire, sending your head spinning like a storm. "You should count your blessings that whatever belongs to him... also belongs to me." He laughed, tightening the hold on your wrists, dragging you up higher in order to lift your head to his level, kissing your unwilling mouth with a smirk.

His arms held you up effortlessly, like you were stuffed with cotton and not flesh and bones, with another hand nudged between your thighs, pumping cruelly long fingers inside you, turning you into honey and velvet, dripping down his tattooed arm, flexing with stiff muscles like the warrior he was.

"Only unlike him... I take good care of my possessions."

His roughened black talons dug in deeper into the soft flesh of your ass, making you whimper, eyes shutting tight, giving way for more fat tears to drizzle down your adorable miserable face.

"And don't shy away from the things I want."

A warm tongue swept up your cheek, giving you no room to avoid it, licking up your tears like he a wasp feasting for honeydew.

"You're too sweet I swear I could devour you both. Gorge myself so wastefully in your warm soft flesh."

He gave a ragged moan, groaning, mouth falling to your chest with his teeth gracing against your collarbones, wide and manic grin spread on his face as he listened to the panicked pitter pat of your precious little fragile heart.

"My two little pets."

He curled his fingers, stretching you out, where the sudden pressure of his sandpaper-rough thumb-pad pressing down on your budding swollen little clit, made you moan out like a little kitten mewing for attention.

"One blundering puppy, and you... sweet soft little innocent bunny in desperate need of corruption."

Your thighs shook upon the guilty knot fighting and twisting in your gut, hopeless eyes looking at the curse where he stood smirking down at your pathetic effort at keeping your undoing at bay, offering no mercy and not a shred of regard despite knowing what he was robbing you of.

"Poor thing, just begging for a helping hand." He purred, hot breath fanning against your already heated face, panting out small adorable whimpers and suppressed moans and frustratedly guilt-ridden whines as you twist on the fingers disappearing inside you, messaging everything tender into a grateful pool in his palm, for where it might have been unwanted, it was pleasure none the less, intimacy unlike anything you'd ever felt before. "Not a single cursed bone in your body, is there?" He admired with a hungry smile, eyes glazed with a sinister heated lustful greed, far away from shameful. "Strictly pure-hearted... just like the angels intended."

You dared look up, only to see him drool like a mongrel, swivel-eyed and manic.

"Forgive me-" He licked his lips, seemingly in an effort to stop salivating, yet only succeeding in slobbering even more, thick drops of spit dripping down onto your chest, making you look down only to see that he'd pulled out that thing Yuji always tried his best hiding when you'd kiss him in manor more heated than chaste. "I'm usually quite the well-behaved curse, but sometimes I just can't seem to hold myself back."

You stirred upon the size, a chill biting up your spine making you swallow thickly.

His large hand having taken hold of his base, stroking tentative fingers up and down his own shaft, smearing pre-cum and spit up alongside thick pulsating veins, rubbing over the glistening red-kissed bulging tip that soon pushed softly into the wet lips of your virgin cunny.

You gasped, squeaking. "No, don't-" But the demon didn't listen, loving how the both you were staring down wide-eyed onto your union, as the thick cock pried your tight walls open, sinking inside you one painful inch at a time.

He groaned at the pressure enveloping him, the resistance no match for his strength, but a resistance none the less.

"Your fault for tempting me." He uttered, squeezing the plush flesh of your ass, lifting you forward to meet him as he bottomed-out inside you. "Don't blame me." His hand ascended to grab your chin, lifting your face so that he could stare down into the pitiful pool of your pretty eyes as he sent you over the edge. "I'm an artist-"

Sweet plaything... you look horrified.

"I see a clean canvas and I just have to go on and destroy it."

He sat curved inside you, bulging out from your poor belly.

"Blame the brat, he's the one who led me to you, offering you to me like a sweet little gift, precious virgin ripe for the plucking."

"Please." You interrupted, clenching tightly around the intruder taking up the taunt space inside, your body jolting at the foreign fulfilling feeling of having something warm and living burrowing itself through you. Virgin anxiety making it feel as though he'd break through whatever weak barrier it pressed up against, how you feared he wasn't satisfied and would continue pushing until fitting inside your stomach and come out through mouth, already choking and hiccuping on the thought alone, clenching around the fat girth of him in hopes of keeping him at bay.

"It's in my nature. You wouldn't want me defying nature, would you?"

His claws pinched at the hallows of your cheeks, not allowing you to look away from the hysterically deranged look on his face, canines sharp as knives dripping with either spit or venom as he smiled down at your horrified little face.

"Truly, everything is as the gods intend."

He seemed to push in deeper, threatening the very thing you feared, feeling so insurmountably big as though reaching inside your organs, stretching you out, poking into and swelling in places that stung and had you recoil each time he made a new move.

"Meaning, they're smiling down at this moment... waiting for the show to begin."

He pulled back with his hips, watching you wince with sadistically gleeful eyes, his smile growing wider at the moan ripped from your chest as he filled you right back up again, reaching deep into that squishy soft spot that had your toes curling and eyes crossing, cute little pink tongue lolling from your mouth as you moaned so ridiculously sweetly for him.

"Yuji~" You whined, which made the demon click his tongue, fucking into you deeper, noticeably harsher with a growl that rippled like an earthquake within his ribcage, sounding ready to level cities.

"Wrong again." He taunted. "Won't you say my name, angel?"

He rocked into you sharply, making you choke on a gasp.

"Won't you moan it for me?" Beginning to roll his hips on repeat, words in a frenzy. "Scream it? Beg and plead and cry with it, carve it like a prayer on your tongue?" His eyes seemed to gleam in some perverted delight. "Come on, give a curse a blessing, and say my name, pretty please, little lamb."

Your eyes turned cotton-flavoured as he kept humping into you, docile and blissful in his arms, hanging off of his every movement.

"Ah- Sukuna~"

He fucked you good and well into the wall, not as harshly as you thought he was going to with the feral smile he gave you while holding your face between his claws, keeping your eyes levelled by his bleeding red gaze. But he took you slow and deep, until you were melting, turning you into jello in his arms.

He hummed, face touching yours while having you completely enslaved to his touch.

"You see, brat?" He whispered. "You were worrying for no reason at all, she can love the both of us."

He sunk in deep, had you enveloping him entirely, even though it seemed impossible.

"Poor sweet thing doesn't have the heart to hate."

You clenched tightly around him, pussy fluttering, kissing alongside his girth while breathing in his exhales.

"Aww, look at you..." He crooned in a soft whisper, still holding your wrists above your head tightly, keeping you firmly pressed against the wall, even as you gave yourself completely away to the gratification he was giving you. "Cock stretching out your tight little cunt." He continued, tone deceptively sweet and soft as he nudged in deeper. "Not so innocent gushing around us like a desperate little whore, are you?"

You gave a moan like a little kitten and he caught your lips in a kiss, softly yet determined to pry open your mouth to explore, tongue swiping along your lips, brushing and playing with yours as you mewed into his mouth, making his face twist again into a wretched gluttonous smirk.

"Tell us how good I'm making you feel, love."

It had been a long time since he had any worshippers. About the same amount of time since he ran out of places to wash the blood from his hands. Which was long ago. People aren't as beholden to true carnage anymore, but he never quite valued those that were either. False worshippers thinking themselves on his level just because they can watch a man beg for his life and not flinch. Silly humans, believing there's strength in disregarding a life, when the real truth is measly human lives have no value to disregard.

Though, he cannot deny he found some pleasure in seeing them bow and sing for him, in the foolishness of it all he might have tipped his head in amusement when he'd find such cute little trinkets at his shrine, goblets brimming with filthy blood of some nameless faceless sinner worth nothing but to water the spider lilies. Naturally, it was more the horrified expressions painting their confused faces once he slaughtered them that brought him joy, to rip them apart as they thought they were safe. That sweet and utter look of betrayal as he sliced open their miserable lives like it meant nothing, having them fully understand that they meant nothing.

But he'd gladly have you.

It might be the brat's influence, but... you would make such a proper little pet, sitting on his lap, snug against his chest, inside the warmth of his kimono with a collar around your throat, pretty markings decorating your soft flesh stating his claim on your terribly adorable fickle soul.

"Come on, love, tell me how much you adore me and I'll give you what you want." His voice was like an echo, filling your mind like an empty cup, ridding it of all other thoughts. "Say the words, little one, and I promise the reward will be worth it."

You couldn't bare the thought of breaking from his eyes, even though you felt as though you was drowning in them, spellbound with your legs tangled around him, urging him to continue whatever sweet sin he'd ensnared you in.

"I love you."

He doesn't remember the last time he'd heard a voice so sweet, so fruitful and whole and holy and his.

The angels must be weeping at the scene, it would give him goosebumps if he wasn't so focused on fulfilling his promise and give you, his sweet precious little thing, what your poor body was aching for.

"You want this, little lamb?"

He angled his hips, his cockhead nudging into a terribly sensitive spot that had your thighs quivering, nodding your head with large pleading doe-eyes, bottom lip caught in your teeth as you clung to his torso tighter, pulling on him like a needy little devotee happy and thirsty for the attention your god was giving you.

"So clingy..." He commented with a snicker, fucking into you again, moulding your insides with the thick curve of his manhood, sending your tummy into a turmoil, spurring and curling like an adder, tightening like a coil, something breaking, falling apart, unwinding and releasing in a spurr, tight gummy walls dancing alongside his cock, milking him in a desperate need for him to empty his balls inside you, fill you up with sticky warmth, make you dumb with pleasure. "Don't worry your sweet little head, angel face, I'll give you what you need. You keep looking at me like that and I'll make a pretty mess of you soon."

You whined in torment at his teasing as he left you wanting for his lips on yours and his seed to spill and paint your insides with milk.

"Well, if you want it so badly, why don't you beg for it?" His eyes glinted dangerously, and you felt compelled to roll your hips like a needy bitch in heat as you whimpered for him, wanting so desperately to hop on his cock and milk him for every single precious drop of cum.

Poor Itadori was crying too. Rendered to watch her pretty little girl's tits bounce up and down, only allowed to feel every lick and kiss and pump and your weeping tight virgin cunt squeeze him for his cum, but not allowed to touch.

He was begging too.

A string of sobbing delirious pleas spluttering from his lips in a raving stream of drool, needing so badly to fill your precious perfect tight cunny with cream.

But Sukuna was far from kind enough to give him the honor of deciding when they were to empty their balls inside your cute cunt, and too selfish to give in to what the two of you wanted so eagerly when you were both singing such sweet pleading hymns for him, begging so preciously for something only he could give you, something he'd keep from you until you were both reduced to pathetic puddles of your own mess, brainless and willing to give up all and everything if only to get a taste of that thing he'd convinced you both was softer and sweeter and better than anything heaven could offer damned sinful creatures such as you.

The King of Curses and His Concubine

Trigger Warning: NSFW, heavy yandere themes, dominant behavior, ass play, spitting kink, ass fucking, dub con, concubine, mentions of murder, psychological control

@murderofravens

Master List

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Sukuna pulls you over his knee. You think you’re about to get a spanking. You don’t necessarily like it when he does punish you in this way, especially since you haven’t done anything to deserve it. However, you’re more than surprised when he grabs the fat of your cheeks and pulls them apart. His gaze lingers on your fluttering hole. You can’t see the smile on his face, the predatory smirk full of sadistic satisfaction. Even more, you can feel his hard cock poking your stomach as you lay bent over his lap.

You hear him swirling something in his mouth, can tell his tongue is moving with the motion, amplifying the sound. You look over your shoulder just in time to see his mouth form the shape of an O. You watch the saliva shoot forth from his lips as it coats your asshole, seeping into it slowly.

The lines on his face contort into a feral and sloppy grin as he plunges two fingers deep inside of you. In and out. In and out. Fast, then slow. Fast again, slow again, faster and faster as he targets your sensitive walls. He spreads his fingers in the shape of a V while keeping them inserted inside of you.

Oh, you’re a writhing mess over his lap. You can’t stand it. His beefy fingers, his strong hand pumping between your cheeks. You were scared at first, but now you’re about to come repeatedly.

And you do. You orgasm on his lap over and over again. He is completely taking control of your overstimulation, not even giving you an inch of room to plead for anything. Even if you could talk, which he took great measures to get you to a point of brain fog, you wouldn’t ask for him to stop.

Incoherent babbling is all you’re capable of now as your tongue hangs out of your mouth while you go limp over his sturdy thigh. You come one last time, all nice and sloppily wet for him, drool and tears of pleasure pooling and mixing together on the wooden floor beneath you.

With two of his four arms, he picks you up. Your body moving with his will as you’re too exhausted to resist. You’re so docile, so compliant, such a good girl. He moves you on his lap, your back to his chest. Sukuna uses his other two hands to spread your thighs widely. His hard cock lines up with the edge of your asshole, nestled nicely between your cheeks. His spit and pre acting as a lubricant.

Sukuna pushes your body down roughly, and you cry out. You don’t even have to do any work. He enjoys bouncing your body on his cock. You’re all under his control. You just have to comply and try not to move as much as possible. Like a large train trying to fit through a small tunnel, his cock fills you up completely. You look down and watch as Sukuna brings the hand that was holding your left thigh up to your puffy little clit.

You can’t help but let your head fall back against his shoulder. He’s pushing you into yet another orgasm. You can feel it as the rough pad of his large pointer and middle finger circle and swirl on the little button of nerves.

“Good whores deserve all sorts of rewards, my cock being one of them,” he whispers in your ear, his voice sultry and powerful, even the softness in which he speaks right now is still filled with authority.

“M…m…mas…ter!”

“You can’t even say it. Pathetic. You really are just a sloppy, submissive little slut. It’s a good thing you’re pretty, because you really don’t have much in that head of yours.”

He laughs as he induces another orgasm while he pumps your ass with his thick and veiny erection.

You feel him fill you up, and as goes flaccid, he decides to hold you closely; two arms wrapped beneath your breasts, and two arms hugging your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder while you lean back against him, panting and sweaty, thoroughly exhausted.

“You really are the best one out of all of them. Maybe, I should kill the others and just have you,” he says more to himself as he brushes your nipple with his thumb.

You hear him, but you don’t dare say anything. Sukuna has always been kinder to you because you are his favorite concubine, but he is still a cruel master. You always keep this in mind, never letting your guard down around him just because he can be so fickle.

“Would you like that, Y/N? Would that please you?”

You only let the silence hang between you two as you formulate the correct response.

“If it makes you happy, Master…then it makes me happy as well.”

And if you are responsible for the death of those twenty-five girls, then so be it. You know better than to give any other kind of response to Sukuna by now. By the many, many excruciating lessons he has taught you before, you damn well know better by now…

I can't stop laughing anytime I think about like toddler reader/baby fushiguro waking people up at night like "I frew up"

Lol okay this is how I imagine they'd react:

Yandere Papa Toji Fushiguro:

He hears the sound of your little feet padding in, cracks an eye open and sees you standing there with a small face and teary eyes.

"What's wrong?" He croaks out, a hand reaching out to caress your face.

"I- I threw up."

Toji nods, pulling you up on his bed and grabs you a water bottle from his table, pushing it to your lips.

"You good?" He asks, wiping your face with his shirt.

"Yeah."

"You wanna sleep with me tonight?"

You nod, letting him plop you on his chest, kne arm securely around you while the other pulls the covers up.

Toji kisses your forehead and pats your back until you fall asleep.

Yandere Uncle Naoya Zenin:

You could've gone to anyone in the Zenin clan and they would've happily coddled you. But no, tou decided to give your beloved uncle the heart attack of his life.

Like Naoya opens his eyes and sees a dark shadow standing right next to his face and he almost shits the bed.

Luckily his hand hit the lights first.

"Y/n?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

You suck your bottom lip. "I- threw up."

"And? What do you expect me to do about it?" Naoya asks, watching you shrug. You then proceeded to throw up again, barely missing his foot. Naoya gasped at your audacity, as you stood there and stared back at him after you finished puking.

"Can I go run outside?"

"What-? NO!" Naoya face palms, before grabbing you, all his annoyance washed away when he felt how warm you were.

"Shit." He whispered. You're running a fever.

Naoya picked you up, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and walked out of his room, and down to one of the servants room. Of course, he kicked the poor guy off the bed to wake him up.

"I- who the fuck- M-master Naoya?!" The servant corrected himself.

"Shut it. Fetch the doctor, and have one of the chefs cook some soup for Y/n. And this better be done in the next 20 minutes or so help me god, I will break your neck."

Yandere Choso:

Panics. BIG TIME PANICS.

He thinks you're doing because why else would you be emptying your stomach?

Hauls you up and pretty much zooms to Yuji and wakes his ass up.

"YUJI! Y/N'S DYING!" and Yuji looks over at you and you look pretty content for someone who's dying.

"Choso, I need you to tell me what happened, calmly."

"I- I was holding her little hand when I put her to bed, Yuji- you know she can't sleep without holding my hand! And then, all of a sudden she lurches up and starts throwing up!"

Yuji looked at you both for a couple of seconds. "Is that it?"

"What do you mean "is that it"? SHE IS DYING-"

"Choso, shut up. Come on, I'll show you how to fix this."

Yandere Sukuna:

You summoned Sukuna in the middle of the night and he was concerned because he knew it was way past your bed time. But he masked his concern, as he usually does.

"What do you want, little brat?"

"I threw up..."

Sukuna sighs, picking you up and walking to the kitchen. He warned up some water and added a couple of leaves in it.

"Drink this, it'll heal your stomach."

When you smelled the concoction, you shook your head. But he persisted, pushing the hello kitty cup to your lips.

"Drink it. Or else you'll be sick for the rest of your life and you won't get to go to that pink hell cat store."

Of course, the bluff works.

Sukuna takes you out to the garden, a light breeze in the air. He unconsciously rocks you back and forth to sleep, his heart swelling with joy that you came to him for help.

There's something wrong with my tumblr because I can't give double spaces in between paragraphs.

Addiction- Yandere Mafia Boss Sukuna x Reader

an: I do not condone this behaviour, this is purely fiction. Do not interact if you do not like it, or can’t stomach it.

tw: dark themes, yandere, mafia au, violence, possessive behaviour, toxic relationships, kidnapping, branding, captivity

Sukuna is a selfish man. He’s a self-absorbed, egotistical bastard. The devil himself, a wretch of a man who is ruthless in everything he does. His cruel touch has cursed the lives of many; killings and tortures all done in his name, by his order. Sukuna does as pleases, indulging in his greed. Yet he still yearns for more. He possesses a desire that will never be sated. There had been kindness within him, once. A different time; when the world had not exposed its evil to him. That warmth was extinguished with his mother’s dying breath, and there lay no hope of reviving it. Until he met you.

A puny thing really, compared to the low-levelled goon of his that was currently harassing you. Such a classless act being committed outside one his preferred establishments, it was irritating. He didn’t intend to save you; more so punish the lackey for his annoyance. You were a pathetic, pitiful, cornered creature, not worth any attention. Then, out of nowhere, you kicked him straight in the nuts. Sukuna was simultaneously surprised, impressed, and amused. Before the goon could actually harm you, Sukuna stepped in and knocked him out. You were shaking from shock and terror. However, when you looked up at him, there was no fear eyes, only gratitude. Perhaps that was the reason he played a gentle saviour. A reward, he decided, for the entertainment you provided. Escorting you to your car and watching you drive off in the old rusted thing should have been the end of the whole affair, but it wasn’t. You lingered in the back of Sukuna’s mind for days. You plagued his thoughts, haunting him. His interest evolved into a nagging curiosity, and regardless of how he tried to resist it, the urge to know more about you won out; and down the rabbit hole he fell.

It began with the discovery of your name. It was all Sukuna needed to know, the name of the person he’d saved, the name of the person who tormented his mind. Yet it was not enough. He had to know more. He uncovered every bit of your being, leaving nothing unknown; your address, your number, your favourite foods and activities, your deepest secrets, all known to Sukuna. The more he knew, the more the obsession grew. You were perfection incarnate. Something, someone, truly divine that had graced the world with their presence. He desired to possess that divinity, to possess you. You didn’t deserve him, not at all. Sukuna was a depraved being, unworthy of even being near you. Alas, fate was cruel, and Sukuna even crueler. He had to have you, and would do anything in pursuit of you. You lived in the seediest part of time, he reasoned, in a shabby apartment that you could barely afford. You needed him to keep you safe and protected, you needed to be saved. He had his most trusted men tail you while he prepared the most luxurious room for you; you deserved only the best after all. It took time, yet Sukuna pieced together a flawless plan. Soon you would be with him, where you belonged. And how he couldn’t wait for that day to come.

As time marched on slowly, Sukuna became increasingly impatient; the anticipation of your arrival into his arms was overwhelming. Once the day arrived he became more agitated than usual. He had yearned for this day, for you, and soon he would have you. Sukuna was halfway through a meeting when his phone buzzed. The moment he glanced down and the read the message he’d received, Sukuna swiftly exited the meet room, ignoring the shock of his underlings. You had been safely delivered to his estate, your new home. Sukuna sped home in his car, anticipation building up and threatening to boil over. When he finally arrived Sukuna rushed through the door, up the grand staircase, and navigated through the extensive maze of corridors to your designated room. Taking a baited breath, he carefully opened the door and set his eyes upon you.

There you lie, his darling, his beloved, the only thing that could ever invoke such weakness from him— and you were here, lying right in front of him. You were peacefully dozing off. Sukuna stayed by your side for who knows how long, watching the soft rise and fall of your chest. Then, your eyes twitched, fluttering open. You awoke disgruntled, initial confusion turning into panic at the realization that you weren’t in your apartment. Sukuna watched you for a moment, before deciding to grab your attention.

“So you’ve finally awaken, hm?” He hummed, watching as you slowly turn towards him. Your expression was akin to a frightened doe. Slowly, the gears turned in your head and you gaped in recognition, “You! Did you do this to me?!”

“As in returning you to where you belong? Yes, I did.” He replied neutrally.

“What the hell are you talking about,” you snarled. “Quite,” he ordered, dropping his neutral tone for a more menacing one. “You’re mine, I saved you didn’t I? You should repay the favour.” “Let me go!” You cry, struggling with all your might. “Please,” you beg as you finally break, beginning to sob. “Enough, there’s no need for that. As long as you behave, you’ll be rewarded.”

With that, Sukuna stalked out the room. He knew it would take time for you to adjust, after all anyone would react poorly to such sudden change. All Sukuna could do was wait, and he’d done so before. He wanted to own you not only in body, but in mind and soul as well. He yearned for a normal relationship with you— well, as normal as a relationship with him can be. So, he remained patient, albeit with much difficulty. Sukuna loves you so much and he knows, he knows, he must be understanding of your feelings, yet he cannot impede his desire for you, for your warmth and kindness, for everything and anything but the fear you display. He wants for you to not cower when you see him. He wants for you to tremble nervously. He wants you to not look at him with the terror and hatred that others do. Sukuna wants— no he needs you to love him as he loves you, to devote yourself to him as he’s done for you. And he will do anything to attain that, even it requires him to wait forever.

Then again, perhaps that patient leniency is what lead to this situation in the first place, Sukuna muses to himself. You kneel in front of tears pooling at your eyes, false apologies spilling out of your lips. His indulgence of you had lead to your attempt to leave him, to abandon him just as everyone else had. Perhaps you weren’t an angel then, rather you were a demon; a sultry temptress sent to corrupt him further, to ensnare him in your web of lies and devour him whole. Well, you’d succeeded. He’d gone soft for you, for his precious, sweet thing. But now you’d revealed your true nature. You did not need his protecting, no you needed him to correct you. He would purify you, lead you into the light, into his light. Yes, he was your saviour and this was all done for you, for your betterment. Sukuna feels a twisted pleasure blossoming in his heart, your “corrections” would begin now.

“Please Sukuna, please. I’m sorry, I really am so sorry,” you plead, sniffling and hiccuping slightly, “I won’t do it again, I swear!”

Sukuna looks down at you, smiling unnervingly. Gently, he kneels, reaching down to wipe the tears from your right eye, and coos down at you, “Don’t worry, my love. I won’t hurt you. How could I? I love you more than life itself. I cherish you more than anything in this world.” You nod tentatively, lulled by his low and kind tone and sweet words. “But, you’ve been thoroughly ungrateful. Behaving so poorly, and now this. I don’t blame you, of course. It’s my fault after all. I failed to teach you properly, so now I must rectify this mistake. This will merely be a small lesson my love, done for your sake, not mine.”

With that, Sukuna stood up. He towers above you, like a god, your god. You stopped crying, the tears sticking to your face, making your cheeks ans eyes red, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You look adorable like this, thought Sukuna, still smiling. His smile grew almost sadistic as he gestured towards his men. You furrowed your brows in confusion, most liking wondering what he meant by “lesson.” Your eyes dart around the room, trying to comprehend what was happening. Then, you spot it; a branding iron. You shriek, attempting to run but a few muscular guards hold you down. You thrash around wildly, begging and screaming. A scene truly oscar worthy in Sukuna’s opinion, though it didn’t invoke any pity from the guards. Finally, you turn to him.

“Sukuna don’t! Please, I beg of you! I’ll behave, I promise. I’ve learned my lesson I swear! I only need you, I only love you!” You screech, pleadingly. Sukuna hums, unaffected by your display. He rips off the section of your shirt covering your lower back. He traces some letters onto the bare skin. Reaching out his arm to receive the branding iron, he tuts, “Ah, but darling, how could you have learned a lesson that I am yet too teach? You must not lie, although we shall save that lesson for another time. Today’s lesson is on who you belong too: me.”

Carefully, Sukuna lined the branding iron up perfectly. And then he brought it down on you. You let out a blood-curdling scream, howling and writhing in pain as your skin sizzled delightfully. Sukuna held it place for a good few seconds before removing it. Grinning, he read and reread the “property of Sukuna” that had been burned into your skin. Proof of his ownership over you that was permanently imprinted into your skin. You continued to wriggle and sob from the searing pain. This, Sukuna thought in full confidence, was a lesson that neither of you would forget. Sighing contently, he rang a bell, summoning your personal servants, or babysitters.

“Allow the brand to fully set in. Do not cause additional pain, but do not relieve the current pain they’re feeling either. Disobey and you will be severely punished, understood?” He ordered, darkly. The maids nodded and carefully carried you out the room. Sukuna turned around, glaring sharply, “Well then, out! All of you!”

His men scrambled out of the room, unwilling to fave their boss’s wrath should they disobey. Alone, Sukuna poured himself a whiskey and relished in the pleasure he received from your “lesson.” He needed to own you, to have you. To be the only one who could love you, who could hurt you; it would be him and him alone. It was not love he felt, it was an addiction, to you. An addiction that he must feed, Sukuna mused as he thought about more “lesson” plans. After all, he had promised to teach you about the wrongs of lying.