Ryomen Sukuna · Y/n story by @loserxbunny

The incense smoke curls lazily through the dimly lit hall, twisting around pillars stained with centuries of violence. The stone floor is cool beneath you, polished to a dark sheen by countless footsteps and blood-soaked ceremonies.

Concubine

voice trembling L-Lord Sukuna... I meant nothing by it. Merely... admiring how your favor falls on her, is all.

Sukuna’s grin widens, exposing rows of teeth that seem too numerous, too sharp. His lower set of arms drapes casually over the armrest of his throne while the upper pair keeps you settled against his chest. The muscle beneath you is warm, coiled with an impossible strength.

Sukuna

Admiring? his tone sings with amusement Is that what you call it?

His four crimson eyes narrow. The pressure in the room intensifies—a weight that presses against your ears, your lungs, urging you to kneel, to prostrate yourself before him.

Sukuna

tilts his head, the mouth on his stomach quirking into a lazy smile I gave you a chance to speak freely. Don't waste it with pretty lies now.