NSFW WARNING:
contains- slight dubcon?, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia if u squint, brief mentions of blood, unprotected sex, corruption kink, brief fingering, age gap (reader is early 20s and sukuna is late 30s) obsession, brief mentions of grief and depression ———
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Since the death of your father, your mother hadn't been the same. She seemed distant and lifeless, only existing. She stopped wearing the things she liked, stopped talking to people except for you, stopped going out. She became lonely and isolated herself from the world. You lived with your mother after everything happened, fearing for her mental wellbeing. You hated seeing her this way and tried to be as helpful as possible.
It took a long time to get her to even get out of bed for work. You tried all sorts of things to get your mother out of bed - making her favorite food, offering to take her out for a walk, etc., but nothing seemed to work.
Finally, one day, you were feeling frustrated and snapped at her. Your harsh words made her realize that she needed to take care of herself for your sake.
From that point forward, she made an effort to get out of bed every day and take care of her basic needs.
Your mother was making a lot of progress in improving herself and decided to take the next step by going out and socializing.
She met Sukuna on one such outing.
It all happened far too fast. Three months and he and your mother married and he moved in soon after. A man in his thirties with tattoos on his body and piercing red eyes. At first glance, you thought he looked like a serial killer, but your mother assured you, it was nothing like that. He instantly became the head of the household and started making changes.
His intimidating presence and dominant personality began to affect the way you saw him. The more time you and Sukuna spent together, the more you started to notice his charismatic personality. He was handsome in a mischievous, mysterious way, and a powerful presence that could not be ignored. Quickly, you began to understand how your mother fell for the man so rapidly.
While you were originally scared of him, you started craving his attention. The thought of being the object of his desire was a tantalizing one. When your mother's job took a sudden turn, she was working longer hours and was often times not available to be around during the weekdays.
The thought of being alone with Sukuna terrified you, but at the same time, the chance to have him all to yourself without your mother around was exciting. You were conflicted about your feelings, knowing that Sukuna was your stepfather. But you couldn't help but want him.
The danger and taboo nature of your relationship was a draw for you as well, knowing the risks but wanting it anyway. It was just a fantasy. A little crush.
But not to Sukuna.
He married your mother for the sole purpose of getting to you. From the time your she told him about you, Sukuna developed an interest in you. Just looking at the pictures she showed him was enough to make him obsess. You just looked pure. An innocent and beautiful young woman, untouched by the world and its perversions. A blank slate, per say.
One that could be shaped and molded to his own desires.
Sukuna knew that marrying your mom was the only way to get close to you. He never loved her, he was incapable of loving anyone. He only saw her as a means to an end. He knew how to play the nice guy - he knew how to sweet talk women and charm them with flattery. He knew how to use his looks and smooth talking to win over a woman's heart.
He recognized your mother's vulnerability and used it to his advantage. He played the gentle and caring man, someone who was willing to listen and be there for her in her time of need. His flattery worked like a charm on your mother, who was quickly falling for his tricks.He would show just enough to keep her interested and wanting more. He was adept at playing the push and pull game and had no qualm about letting your mother think they were over just to turn around and make her crave his attention again.
