Wet Nightmares
The scene is set. All it requires is a breath, from deep within his strong chest a single exhale oscillating through the atmosphere carrying with it a suggestion. Whatever sweet dream Megumi is having that night needs the slightest touch, like a hot needle piercing flimsy plastic, once Sukuna makes a hole inside there’s no way to stop the darkness from seeping in.And all he needs is the steady sounds of a body climbing into bed, a tired sigh, the brush of limbs across tightly pulled sheets, and the press of a head into a cotton-stuffed pillow.Sukuna settles back in his throne of bones and inhales, slow and deep, the energy he needs for this is minimal, and yet he wants to savor the first moment he breaches the space between him and his unsuspecting victim.The process of untangling the expected fight is long and arduous, but as his chest heaves with his steady exhale, he’s ready to begin.
A.k.a. One night, Sukuna overhears Megumi playing with himself and will make sure it'll never be enough again.
