𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙨

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍. i gather your bones in my charred claws oh, they will make a fine addition to my throne. canon divergent portrayal and cursed by vera.

KYKOKUKAMUSARII

❝ I will stop your bleeding. Humans are so fragile. However... if you bleed to death... or if his lordship doesn't approve of you... and you die... then death was always your fate. In that case... you were no greater a man than that. Don't you... agree? ❞

based on our roblox adventures

Feeling  the  other's  hands  touch  him,  a  strange  feeling,  and  yet  a  shiver  fell  down  his  spine  for  a  moment.  His  body  really  did  give  him  more  than  he'd  like  to  admit.  The  other  surely  knew  how  to  make  things  hard.

      𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃. never a moment to rest, only ever calculating and surmising the conclusion. scarlets pinpoint those blond hairs standing at the back of his neck, chuckling more so to himself than outwardly in the open. ❛ i don't see why it can't be both. ❞ precise attention caught that smirk, and it's an indicator that nanami was humoring their little dance. they didn't rely on words to show interest, and it might lead other to grimace with judgement. his confirmation couldn't arrive soon enough when the object of his affections speaks again. if this man truly was opposed, he would have made it known. those 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 were brutal, and they struck with purpose.

      eyes loop around with a roll, a reaction to him checking that fine-tuned watch. they narrow once refocusing, huffing through his nose before the inevitable gauge on his patience runs empty. prudish creature, but the most filthiest voice he has ever heard. ❛ even if you had none to spare, that wouldn't hinder a damn thing. ❞ he withdrew, obsidian nails dragging from one shoulder to the other as he 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐊 around the sofa to meet him. sukuna bends at an angle, palm bracing on his roommate's thigh while the unoccupied hand adoringly rests on his cheek.

      ❛ you'd have no choice but to make the time. ❞ gaze searches for defiance, leaning steadily as pink lashes weigh and their lips press. a kiss to ease him, because it made this all feel normal somehow.

cw / suggestive. nsft.

      𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. aroma thick, tantalizing when breathed deep into his lungs. he doesn't flinch, treating afflictions and bites as if they were a natural occurrence the precursor to requited bliss. it vibrates beneath his skin, subtle hums that guide his hands. they don't heal, these wounds left in his wake. a warrior wears them proudly, allowing them to bleed and 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐄 in due time. scar if they must, he reveled that thought. breath releases, noting his own disheveled posture and straightening his spine when kokushibo sinks to both knees as instructed. oh, his heart beats so rapidly. a spike of adrenaline he rides out enthusiastically. dominant, lower limb grazes his cheek on its venture behind the demon's head.

      for that moment, he admires those words. dissects them with squinting eyes and smoldering features. they brighten up as a 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 rejuvenates. deviant fingers are curling around his high-strung ponytail, waistband is gradually descending ... dragging down the barrier or fabric. it may be intimidating, when two sprung from their confines. usually they are met with widened gawks, but sukuna merely holds the upper length firmly while his other pressed closer toward him. strong timbre is bordering a certain sweetness, eager to meet a welcoming mouth. ❛ take me down that pretty throat of yours, and don't bother watching your teeth it defeats the purpose. ❞ at least, for him. where was that spine inducing excitement if 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 fangs weren't a factor ?

      and sukuna likes marking what belongs to him.

      𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌. more so in terms of his words ... one man is verbal while the other is physical. kento speaks but his body betrays prattling lips. pink lashes flutter with a brief squint. ❛ why else would anyone seek companionship if not to gain something of value. ❞ a rather unhealthy viewpoint, something that implies transactional interaction as opposed to forming 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄 connections. he didn't fear intimacy, but evaded the topic when it steered into an emotional direction. having no parental affection tends to leave empty spaces, and he fills the void through these means. pointless acts which rang as selfish. touch dares to delve a bit further down, both hands seeking purchase of his chest between his fingers would ryomen pinch the tender bits of flesh now standing erect beneath an unwrinkled dress shirt. soon, he'll take each into his mouth.

      absent hum resounds, a bland response when the conversation no longer serves him. nose began to 𝐍𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 behind his head, blond tresses tickling whilst he breathes in and exhales quietly. ❛ would you like to know what's on my to-do-list ? ❞ sweet little nothings, his tone was sickeningly smooth.

ㅤㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐋𝐋   𝐁𝐄𝐆   𝐓𝐎   𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑   𝐘𝐎𝐔   ,   𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓   𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒   𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍.   ───   𝘰𝘩   ,   𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵   𝘦𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯   ,   𝘰𝘩   𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥   𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵   —   𝘩𝘰𝘸   𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦   𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥   𝘪𝘯   𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘵.   𝘋𝘖   𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠   𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘛   𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌   𝘖𝘕𝘊𝘌   𝘞𝘈𝘚   𝘈   𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘕   𝘈𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘎   𝘛𝘏𝘌   𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘚   ?   —   𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗒   ,   𝘰𝘳   𝘥𝘪𝘥   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘰   𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭   𝘰𝘧𝘧   𝘰𝘧   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘴𝘢𝘸   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥   ?   ───   𝘋𝘖   𝘠𝘖𝘜   𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙   𝘞𝘏𝘖   𝘠𝘖𝘜   𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌   𝘉𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘌   𝘛𝘏𝘌   𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘓𝘋   𝘍𝘌𝘓𝘓   𝘖𝘕   𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙   𝘒𝘕𝘌𝘌𝘚   ?       𝐘𝐎𝐔    𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃    𝐒𝐎𝐍    𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋    𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄   .

⠀⠀⟡    ⠀⠀#   𝕴̲𝖓̲𝖋̲𝖊̲𝖗̲𝖓̲𝖆̲𝖑̲𝖒̲𝖊̲𝖗̲𝖊̲     ⵓ         𝔱̲𝔥̲𝔢̲   𝔡̲𝔢̲𝔪̲𝔬̲𝔫̲   𝔨̲𝔦̲𝔫̲𝔤̲   𝔥̲𝔞̲𝔡̲𝔢̲𝔰̲         ⟡ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀[       romance   route   locked    ✦    antagonist   coded    ✦    demon   lord   of   death   and   envy    ✦       beloved   of   heaven    (   for   the   love   of   the   world   is   torment   ) ,   current   scourge   of   glass   cities     ]⠀⠀⠀

finally finished this sketch.. hes picking flowers for........ a lucky someone💐💞

i’ll  still  claw  my  way  through  the  seams. i  see  it  as  an  invitation.

a  slow,  wide  grin  stretched  across  his  face.  it  wasn't  amused.  it  wasn't  arrogant.  it  was  a  grin  of  pure,  unadulterated  respect.  the  kind  one  predator  gives  to  another.  (  so  that's  it.  that's  the  core  of  you.  not  just  strength.  not  just  malice.  just…  an  endless,  unquenchable  will  to  devour.  beautiful.  )  then  the  flames  came.  a  roaring,  divine  inferno  erupted  from  the  shrine,  not  aimed  at  him,  but  engulfing  the  entire  space.  a  desperate,  final  gambit.  to  cook  him  alive  inside  his  own  perfect  defense.  the  heat  was  immense,  the  light  blinding.

the  pressure  of  his  infinity  held  firm,  the  heat  licking  at  the  edges  of  his  flawless  blue  shield  but  never  touching  him.  he  just  stood  there,  bathed  in  the  borrowed,  hellish  light  of  Sukuna's  desperate,  beautiful  attack.  his  voice,  when  he  spoke,  was  a  calm,  almost  gentle  thing  that  cut  right  through  the  roar  of  the  divine  flames.  “yes.”  he  said.  a  simple,  soft-spoken  agreement.  “yes,  you  will.”

he  finally  dropped  his  hands  from  the  seal.  his  own  cursed  energy,  the  brilliant,  humming  blue,  coiled  around  him,  no  longer  just  a  crushing  pressure,  but  something  more  focused.  something  more…  deliberate.

“you  want  to  drag  me  down?  you  want  to  feast  on  a  god?”  his  smile  was  a  terrible,  beautiful  thing.  the  smile  of  a  man  who  was  having  the  absolute  time  of  his  life.  “that’s  the  most  interesting  invitation  i’ve  had  in  a  thousand  years.”

the  blue  light  around  him  began  to  spin.  to  condense.  it  pulled  in  on  itself,  becoming  a  small,  impossibly  dense  sphere  of  pure,  rotational  force  held  in  the  palm  of  his  hand.  the  fire,  the  slashes,  the  very  air  itself  seemed  to  bend  towards  it.

“but  you  have  it  all  wrong,  King  of  Curses.”  his  voice  was  a  low,  final  whisper,  a  promise  made  at  the  heart  of  the  inferno.  “i’m  not  inviting  you  to  break  my  shield.”  he  closed  his  hand  around  the  humming  blue  sphere.

“i’m  inviting  you  to  my  world.”

      𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒. cursed energy is waning, having created its own barrier to forgo being crushed like an insect upon pavement. he felt a prickling chill course down his nape, running his heart rampant on adrenaline that would soon dissipate along with everything else. he witnesses beauty incarnate, raw jujutsu performed in tandem stride and unhurried gestures. muscles became sore, limbs beginning to tremble but were immediately stilled yet again. sukuna might be so 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 as to admit that he envied such eloquence. although if their techniques were set aside, his resolve would be to snap the other like a brittle tree branch. neatly folded, two halves he could defile and cackle at the sheer sight of.

      they varied greatly by size and brute strength, after all. cruel to fantasize over his explicit demise when he teetered on the edge of destruction. azure light is like static within vermillion eyes, creating 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐒 of lavender as they began to gawk upon his rather dubious display. similar to birds flaunting their colorful feathers, it was almost ritualistic. expression now settles, no longer grinning wide and prominently as he had moments prior. he can feel it, is able to sense the gradual pull and concentration which centered around him. that tidal wave building, waiting until it can finally come crashing down. limitless void extending inside his own domain … interesting.

      it would abruptly end if malevolent shrine imploded on them. a hard reset that either would need to recuperate from. metaphorically speaking, you can only fill a space so much until the molecular structure fails. he could certainly 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 reopening his domain no time for planning. his focus deviates, vision blurring and reddening with the blood creeping from his tear ducts. it’s spiraling, his mind. there is a desperate need to scream but nothing arrives. physically, he was paralyzed. powerless against it. this sensation is overwhelming, alas ryomen couldn’t express his anguish. even the atmosphere stifled, thickened in his aching lungs. crimson fluid drips from his nose, pupils dilating and nearly covering the entirety of his irises. there hasn't been a single remark since now, and suppose this act furthered that 𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 calmness.

      he must look like a feral dog being put down. pathetic, raising a fuss internally and doing all it can to fight back in spite of the odds. the proclaimed king couldn't necessarily see, this was an experience he would have labeled honorary. being force fed information, both pointless and enlightening. his domain crumbles, coming undone at the 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 whilst his consciousness remains stagnant. he neither reacts nor gives any indication that his next move is coming into play.

      𝐎𝐇, 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐃. 𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌. neglected jasmine tea will remain on the counter, left there on the mere laughable thought that this man will pour it out later. he often pokes fun, calling him nanami the nanny. his own cleanliness isn't an issue, but is lacking when they were around one another. watching him begrudgingly become a 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃 was a favorite past time to witness. enticed eyes are rolling as well, still carrying himself with that signature smile as breath exhaled like a sigh. ❛ i see you woke up on the wrong side of that stiff brick you call a bed. ❞ poor thing, he is welcome to his room on any occasion. ❛ don't be such a prude with his nose upturned, why is it always an interrogation ? can't we spend time together for once ... ❞

      both palms rest on 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 shoulders, nails tenderly dipping into the slopes. a light squeeze follows suit, absently noting the tightness in his muscles found there. ❛ what is it do you need help loosening up again ? ❞ not so innocent, his touch never was. sukuna rarely did anything without ulterior motives.

it is both a blessing and a curse that she has no one to answer to. the society she had once pledged allegiance to would gawk at her in this moment. express regrets of allowing her on the field of her own volition instead of harboring her within campus ground confined to classrooms. dearest iori, too overbearing, too eager to make an individual sound among the constant echo chamber she resides in. without that badge of honor on form, utahime believed autonomy was thriving. no one to answer to. no one to criticize or assign fault. no more emergency uses that lead to thankless aftermaths. and it had been this way. for a few years. she spent her twenties in a haze. loaning out her abilities for high bids, performing for some causes or none at all. comfortable with having a hand at anyone's downfall. it was fun. until it wasn't.

until now. brought before the king of curses, iori is close to helpless. his barter a reversed version of russian roulette. every chamber accounted for with the exception of a single opportunity to go unharmed. odds are not in her favor yet utahime reasons, decapitation is quick. easy like exhaling. burning from the feet up however, would be agonizing as it stretched on in minutes. broiled like an accused witch. the thought makes her nose scrunch up in displeasure. left foot steps back, toes poised at a downward angle so her heel rises just so. hands rising out in front of her to connect and interlock. a pretend weapon aimed in his direction. only in fantasy could she conjure up the type of strength to rupture his flesh and paint the ground in his life force. utahime sighs, ❛ as you wish. ❜

      𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃. she is the funnel, a revelation and release that eased his curiosity. not many were willing to bask so serenely in his presence, let alone reveal their technique for his own ominous pleasure. sukuna never loved anything, but jujutsu it's mystic could be outshined by none other. there is beauty here, amidst the graceful sway of her obedience. deformed eyes never abandon her, they steer in different focal points. from the dark crown of her head, to her 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 footing down below. he was elated at the familiarity this induced, nostalgia for an era dismissed with time. when women and men alike danced for him, wearing bright jewelry and flowing garments.

      ❛ very good, now don't stop until i've instructed it. ❞ softened around the edges, like being proud of an animal doing as its told. what a venomous creature, there isn't a doubt in his mind that this maiden wouldn't lash out on a whim. why does it excite him ? mishandling something with fangs, where teeth glimmered and bared. the accursed admires strength, respects natural orders in the way one would look 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 at cataclysmic events. he wants to see humanity without its morality, no longer tied to structure and social constraints. what would she become if no one is watching or casting their judgement ... ryomen stood when impulse struck, however rose gently so as not to disrupt what is already set in motion.

      ❛ pray tell ❞ a step forward, head tilting to portray the very intrigue he has amassed. speaking his mind would be a constant, and he always expected an answer to his inquires. ❛ has anyone ever joined you before ? ❞

i didn't color in your shirt so everyone can see how big they were.