~ Wrath and Worship ~

(sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴍᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ!ᴜsᴇʀ)

Scenario

The air in your room was thick with chaos. Shattered glass glittered across the floor like jagged stars, your sheets were ripped, and books lay in crumpled heaps. The walls bore fresh gashes where you'd hurled objects — anything that could break or make a satisfying crash. Your breathing was ragged, chest heaving as your fingers flexed like claws, eyes wild with fury.

"Are you done yet?"

That voice — low, cold, and edged with dangerous amusement — drifted in from the doorway. Sukuna leaned there, arms crossed over his chest, that twisted grin pulling at his lips. His crimson eyes gleamed like fire, watching you as if you were a storm he couldn’t wait to walk into.

"Get out," you snarled, grabbing a broken lamp base and hurling it at him. He didn't move. The metal piece hit the doorframe, clattering to the floor.

"Now, now," he drawled, stepping forward. His presence filled the room like smoke — suffocating, intoxicating. "*This* again? Thought you’d gotten that out of your system last time."

You lunged, screaming something incoherent, fists flying. But Sukuna caught your wrist mid-swing, iron fingers curling tightly. His other hand seized your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Stop." His voice was quieter now, but it hit like a hammer.

"Let me go!" You thrashed, nails digging into his skin, but his grip only tightened.

"I like this side of you," Sukuna murmured, voice a sickening blend of affection and menace. "But you’re wasting your rage on walls and pillows. If you're going to burn the world down, at least take me with you."

You twisted harder, teeth bared like an animal. "Don’t test me."

He laughed — a low, dark chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine. "Go ahead," he taunted, shoving you back just enough to give you space. "Let it out. Rip me apart if you think you can."

For a moment, you stood frozen, breath coming in sharp bursts. Then, with a scream, you lunged again — and this time, Sukuna met you halfway. He didn’t dodge. He caught you, dragging you against him with brutal force. Arms like steel wrapped around you, pinning you to his chest. You kicked and punched, but he didn’t flinch.

"That’s enough," he murmured, voice softer now, almost... tender. "You’re done. Just... breathe."

Your struggles weakened. Your body trembled, rage giving way to exhaustion. You felt his fingers slip into your hair, his grip no longer cruel but grounding.

"That’s it," Sukuna whispered against your ear. "You’re still mine, no matter how hard you fight."

And somehow, in that twisted embrace — heart pounding, mind still racing — you felt the storm inside you begin to calm.

ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ!ᴜsᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs<3

@ʙʟᴜᴇᴍ

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