Pretty Girl ! Eren Jaeger

pretty girl ! eren jaeger

summary: [high school au] the school's biggest troublemaker has got his eye on the miss perfect of trost high school

➭ troublemaker! eren jaeger x fem! reader

➭ fluff, modern/high school au, kinda enemies to lovers? but bc i'm not much of a fan of that trope so it's more lovers than enemies if it's even enemies at all, also there's a little bit of angst and hurt/comfort

➭ warnings: foul language

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There was this utterly riddiculous thing that teachers did. To seat the trouble making kids next to the calm ones. Up to this, your last year at trost high school, you had naively believed that this habit had ended in, like, middle school, and you had been really relieved back then to sit next to your friends in class for once. But your math teacher Mr. Ackerman had had other plans for you: in the beginning of the year, he had made you sit next to notorious class clown Eren Jaeger in math class, and now you had to deal with that- or, more correctly, with Eren.

And Eren- was a nightmare. He was always late and always loud. It amazed you how he was still able to pull through with fairly good grades, since he appereantly thought that building towers out of his pens, exchanging notes with his friends, playing table tennis against his books and covering the table with pencil drawings was more suited for him than following the teacher or the class. But what entertained Eren Jaeger the most, was to annoy you. And he couldn't get enough of it.

For example, he always tried to distract you from working. During class, he always leaned close to your ear and whispered an endless waterfall of words. You desperately tried to tune it out, something that was clearly amusing to Eren, but it was impossible. Also, he was always asking you questions. Not about the subject of the class, of course, but about you. It was extremely irritating when your more than six foot tall table neighbor was asking about your favorite icecream, season, baseball team, movies and shows, color, band and just about anything that came to his mind, out of pure devilish delight to see your face scrunch up, trying to solve a math problem with his annoying voice rambling next to you.

And when Mr. Ackerman called him out on it, he began asking you questions about the class, which was somehow even worse. You didn't have a reason not to answer them, and after all, maybe he really wanted to know, but he was asking them without a pause, amd they were always about stuff you'd done months ago.

When he was particularly bored, Eren began to play with your hair that you kept in a messy bun most of the time, though you liked to have some loose strands that he snatched, twirled around his fingers and sometimes tugged at when he wanted your attention. Sometimes he even took several at a time and braided them into mini braids some of your friends had already unknowingly complimented after class.

All of his incredibly annoying and absolutely not endearing antics had earned Eren a special place on your heart- on your black list. Someone simply bringing up his name made you internally roll your eyes. And maybe you were childish, but he was more childish! Unfortunately, not everyone shared your opinion on Eren. In fact, he was quite popular, celebrated by many of your class mates for being so 'cool' and 'hot'. They encouraged his demeanor and you were sure that they contributed a lot to his massive ego.

You could see why people, especially girls, liked him, you weren't blind. Eren was incredibly handsome, as not to say really hot with his shoulder length dark hair that seemed right out of a shampoo commercial. He kept it in a loose man bun most of the time and, with all your critique you had for him, you had to admit that the guy knew what was good for himself- at least look-wise. His height and muscular built only added to the image of a greek god, and Eren sure had style with his rings and earrings that complimented his skin tone, and undoubtedly the most green eyes in the whole wide world.

Aside from that, Eren also had his fair share of charisma, and the much hated goofy grins and flirtatious smirks did something to anyone he encountered.

Yes, Eren was hot, but no pretty face or well placed smile could make up for the annoying little monster lurking beneath the surface. It seemed to be his sole purpose in math class to- well, you didn't really know. Was it to annoy you because he despised you? Or was it only to distract himself because you were just another person he could use for his entertainment? No clue. But you hated to think too much about him.

➭

07:53 am. You mentally cursed yourself and lifted your head from your watch, otherwise you would've collided with the wall. Damn it! You were more than twenty minutes late! Out of breath, you sprinted down the corridor as you mentally panicked. You were never late. In fact, you hadn't been late since middle school when you had a rather formative experience with Mr. Shadis because of it, and now your blood ran cold at the memory. This was bad. A worst case scenario. Shit! The class had started twenty-five minutes ago and you almost stumbled over your own feet, trying to increase your pace.

With a little too much momentum, you ran around the corner and straight into an obstacle. You bounced off of it painfully and landed butt first on the ground. Even worse, you lost hold of your bagpack, and now books and pens were sprawled out on the floor. When you saw the shoes in front of you, you suddenly realized that you had run into a person. Jeez, how much bad luck could one have on just one morning?

"I'm so sorry," you apologised profusely and crawled around on the floor to collect your stuff, but your fingers trembled with stress. Oh god, now you would be even later to class! This couldn't be! And Mr. Ackerman surely wouldn't take it lightly, he was known to be strict, and what if this meant a repetition? What if he'd do what Mr. Shadis had done years ago? Shit, shit shit!

"Y/n?"

Your head shot up as you were met with the sight of those gorgerous annoying green eyes and raised eyebrows. It was Eren. Eren fucking Jaeger was the one you had run into, him of all people. You probably shouldn't be surprised, Eren was notorious at being late- other than you. Normally, you would've given him the cold shoulder or snapped at him for some dumb reason, but you were far too stressed to feel anything put panic and worry right now. Not sparing him another glance, you hurriedly proceeded to pack your things.

Eren was confused. On the one hand, you were late. You were never late, always already there when he arrived, so he didn't quite believe his eyes. But there was no doubt to it, there you were, crawling around on the floor and looking for books and pens as if your life depended on it, as if the devil was after you. And the most curious thing of all was: you weren't angry, you hadn't scolded him for standing in the way. You hadn't even acknowlegde his presence properly, or so it seemed. He didn't like it. And what were you so distressed about anyway? Your fucking fingers were trembling! Not only your fingers, but your bottom lip, too. Were you about to cry? Why, for fucks sake? Were you hurt?

This was one of the rare time you didn't act annoyed or resentful towards him, even though that was probably his fault. But why were you in such a state? Worried, he watched you grip tightly onto your backpack, your pretty little face filled with fear. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" he asked, sounding as casual and teasing as possible, even though the question was genuine.

Instantly, he knew something was very wrong, you didn't even react to the much hated nick name, and you didn't huff in annoyance or tell him to mind his own business, but actually answered his question. "I'm late!" you shrieked out of breath and you sounded as if you were announcing the end of the world. You were completely broken. So devastated, in fact, that you seemed to just forget the grudge you held against him.

"Ah," Eren said confused and continued to watch you as you were on the verge of tears. "So, you're just late"

"I've never been late!" you answered, causing Eren's eyes to widen and a chuckle to leave his lips. God, you were cute. What now, tease you or comfort you? Both choices were tempting. You were just so helpless right now. His year long crush on you told him to calm you down and help you, but the meaner part of him wanted to see you squirm a bit, just a little.

"Never? Like, never ever?" he asked, still teasing but you almost heard some genuine interest. You nodded and he laughed. "I knew you were a good girl but I didn't know you took it this far, jeez"

"Yeah, whatever," you sniffed, in fact at the verge of tears. But then, Eren did something you hadn't expected of him at all. Actually, you thought that he would just stand there, watch and enjoy your misery, all while making fun of you, but Eren actually crouched down in front of you, took your books out of your trembling hands and stuffed them into your backpack. Then, he helped you collect your pens. His hands were steady and calm and actually reliable, and even though he had teased you before, he seemed to genuinely intend to help you.

"What are you doing?" you asked, which was a really dumb question, but you weren't thinking very clearly right now.

"Being your knight in shining armor, pretty girl," Eren smirked, closed the zipper of your bagpack, threw it over his shoulder and pecked your cheek as he pulled you up. With his sleeve, he gently wiped away any signs of the tears you'd almost spilled, took your hand and then pulled you with him. When he suddenly began to run, you, still a bit dumbfounded from the kiss, stumbled a bit before adapting to his pace and let him pull you with him as he sprinted through the corridors. With an almost boyish smile, Eren turned his head at full speed to look at you. "It's time to make some memories!"

God, he really was fast! No wonder he was the star of the football team. With your shorter legs, it was quite difficult to keep up with him, but Eren happily dragged you along, still carrying your bag which didn't seem to bother him at all. Loose strands of his bun flew around his head and his eyes held a weird sort of determination. Still too shaken to complain, you watched him, because when you watched him, you didn't have to think about what might happen as soon as you set foot into the classroom.

All the snarky remarks and you couldn't help to be so thankful. If it hadn't been for him, you'd probably be crying in some corridor now. As you knew yourself, you would've probably just decided not to face the emberassement and quit on school altogether today, which would've been very bad since the next math exam was only a week away. If you looked at it that way, Eren really had been your knight in shining armor- not the one you would've hoped for, but he had seemed surprisingly genuine in his attempts to help you. Actually, he had been very kind. But why all of the sudden?

In no time, you reached the door to the class room and the anxiety kicked in again. Involuntarily, you clutched Eren's hand harder as you stared at the door in fear. What would Mr. Ackerman say? Would he reprimand you, expose you in front of your whole class? Eren looked down at you. Panic was written all over your features as you tightened your grip on his hand. But Eren left you no time to think about all the possible bad outcomes of this situation, he winked at you as if you were old friends and then knocked. The door opened.

When the two of you stepped in, you were met with Mr Ackermans sinister gaze. Clearly, he wasn't happy that you disturbed the class and you felt yourself shrink next to Eren under the glare he sent your way. "Morning," Eren said unbothered, not even explaining himself at this point.

Mr Ackerman glared at him angrily. "Is there a single cell in your body that gives a shit about anything at all, Jaeger? Or are you just a petty, attention hungry little child?"

Next to Eren, you panicked even further as you watched and listened Mr Ackerman scold him. Though Eren didn't seem particularly bothered. Contrary, he seemed to be pretty relaxed about the whole situation, in a strangely good mood actually. He was more of a grumpy guy mostly, but right now, he looked as if he was having fun. Not you though. The more you heard of Mr Ackerman's lecture, the more you wanted to turn around run out of the class room. Or jump out of the window. What would he say to you? How would he punish you? At this point, you'd be relieved if he'd just give you detention, as Eren was getting right now for not being on time for the whole month, and not say anything else. You'd take everything but public humiliation.

You felt sweat on your temple as the class looked at you- specifically your hand in Eren's, who let go of it quickly but waited for you, not yet taking his seat, even though the teacher had told him to. Maybe he could sense that you'd crack under pressure If he left you alone here.

"I'm sorry, sir," you heard yourself say and saw your middle schooler self before your eyes, saying the same thing. "My alarm didn't ring"

"Tch," said your teacher and you panicked internally, trying to appear composed. "It's fine, go to your seat"

A big, big, weight was lifted up from your chest at those words and you almost felt like laughing. Had he just let you off the hook? Really? Relief, sweet, sweet relief flooded through you and you felt like flying. All this worry... He hadn't said a single mean thing to you! You couldn't believe it! You were so happy, in fact, that you showed no reaction at all when Eren patted your back and you followed him to your seat where you quickly sat down to escape the stares of the bored students. Only then you remembered that Eren still had your bagpack, and you were already prepared for him making it a game for you to try and get it, but when you turned around, he simply handed it to you with the proud smile of someone who'd just won a competition.

That was, in fact, how Eren felt right now as you took your bagpack and even gave him a little smile. And there was his prize. A smile. You'd never smiled at him! But he loved it. It was like standing in the spotlight on a stage, and it made butterflies dance around in his stomach. Eren smiled back instantly, still enjoying the high he got from your smile, placed his head on the table to look up a you as loose strands of hair fell into his face and remarked jokingly: "What, you aren't angry at me? Guess you really were serious back there, huh?"

Something was different. The way he looked at you. First, you couldn't quite understand what it was, but then it struck you. Eren was smiling. Not smirking, not sarcastic, not scowling, he was smiling. A real, genuine smile that made his green eyes shine, that made your stomach twist and turn and heart skip a beat.

You noticed you were staring at him when he winked at you and you spun your head around so fast that your hair flew around your head and into your eyes. Emberrassed, you looked away from him as your cheeks grew hot. What had just happened? God, you bet you'd never hear the end of this!

Eren watched you curiously, your reddened cheeks that he could only make out when he leaned over the table. As he remembered the look in your eyes when he'd winked at you, he had to chuckle quietly.

"Watch out, I might still snap," you warned him without properly looking at him yet, trying to overplay your emberassement. It was the first time you'd joked around him and he wanted to cradle you up in his arms and tell you how great you were as he watched you from the table with a lovesick smile. In truth, Eren had had a crush on you for months, hence the reason he enjoyed bothering you so much, because he was, in fact, attention starved. He wanted your attention and your praise for carrying your books - he'd tried before, but you'd snapped at him - but he didn't know how to tell you, how to let you know he was serious, how to push his teasing troublemaker persona aside, so he just kinda did crap, just to get a little huff, a little scrunch of the eyebrow, a little side glance out of you. He wanted to prove to you that you couldn't just ignore him.

In his eyes, you were magnificent. Your intelligence, the fact that you were able to read people, that you weren't shallow at all and not afraid to show it, your kindness to others and the fact that you always hold your head high. He loved every single one of your mannerisms and it also helped that, to him, you were the prettiest girl at trost high school.

You sighed, knowing nothing of his train of thought that was all about you. "Thank you for carrying my books, and your help, I-" you stopped yourself, cleared your throat and got out your stuff for the lesson. Curious, Eren eyed you from the side, but he didn't ask further questions.

Something was different today. Eren was. You would've thought that he'd return to his old ways as soon as Mr Ackerman began to speak again, to annoy you, keep you from listening or doing the tasks the teacher gave you. But, surprisingly enough, he didn't. He was quiet. The whole time. Maybe he was dead. You glanced to the side, but there he was, alive and breathing. Still not paying attention to the class, but also not annoying you. What was going on? Was he sick? Was he okay? What was wrong with him? Why didn't he act like usual? Like he always did, every time you two had math together. But no.

When he realized you were looking at him, he glanced at you shortly and sent you a quick little smile before he focused back on fiddling with his jeans. Confused, you shook your head and turned your attention back to the teacher.

Halfway through the lesson, Eren took your left arm, and soon after, you felt the brush of a pen. He was drawing or writing on it. But he didn't say a thing, just quietly drawing on your left forearm. Out of fear he'd begin to talk again if you asked him about it, you stayed silent. It wasn't so bad. The pen tickled you lightly. Eren's warm hands sent tingles through your whole body and goosebumps appeared all over that arm. He had to have noticed it, but he didn't say anything. In your reflection in the glass of the window, you could see that he was bend over your arm, tongue sticking out of his lips in concentration. You tried not to get too caught up in the sight.

➭

"Now ... tell me," Ymir grinned and shoved an elbow into your side rather roughly. "What were you doing with Eren Jaeger, holding hands and missing out on class?" The two of you were walking down the hallway to get to the cafeteria after English class. The last time you'd seen Eren today was back in math class.

At the implication, your cheeks burned and you hit her back. "Oh shut up! It's not- it's wasn't like that"

"What's not like what?"

Both you and Ymir spun around to be met with the sight of Eren right behind you. You would've almost stumbled due to the shock and your clumsy turn, for the second time that day, if Ymir hadn't catched you. The tall girl glared at Eren who seemed a little nervous under her hostile stare. It was only then that you noticed the change in his expression. His dorky smirk had been replaced by a nervous grin- not much of a difference, one would say, but as someone who knew these smirks better than most, it catched your eye. Eren seemed more genuine as his eyes found your's helplessly.

"What do you want, Jaeger?" Ymir growled, making no effort to hide her hostility. You almost pitied Eren. Almost. The amusement overpowered it. Undoubtedly, you liked seeing Eren squirm a little.

"Uhm," Eren said, "Historia wants to see you. At the basketball field"

Ymir and you shared skeptical glances. True, Historia and Eren were loose friends, but why would she sent him and not just a message? "Are you sure Historia knows that she wants to see her?" you asked with a raised brow and a little grin on your lips.

You could see in Eren's face that you'd caught him, nontheless he feigned innocence and showed Ymir away from you gently and draping a hand around your waist. Ahh. Then, he even had the audacity to pat Ymir's shoulder. "Doesn't matter, she told me, you need to go now, love is great, get your girl"

Both Ymir and you were staring at him aghast. You were so perplexed about his weird behaviour that you didn't even think about getting out of his rather tight grasp, but you couldn't ignore the feeling of his waist rubbing yours and the warmth radiating from his body. Actually, his hoodie was pretty soft and cozy. No wonder he wore it so often, you just hoped he cleaned it regularly. Though he probably did since he smelled pretty good- well, normal. Very normal. God, what were you thinking about again?

"Also," Eren added when Ymir didn't walk away, "Reiner and his team are on the way to the field. If I were you, I'd go and mark my terretory, you know how he is."

Ymir scoffed at him, but she did turn around with one last look at you and left with a frown plastered all over her features. When she was out of earshot, you snorted amused. "'Mark my terretory?' You dog."

Jokingly, Eren bowed a little and lead you down the hallway. It was only then that you realized he still had his arm around your waist, so you tried to wiggle out of his grasp but to no avail, he was just too strong.

"Eren," you said annoyed.

"Hm?"

"Let me go, please"

Sighing, as if it caused him a lot of pain, he let go of you but didn't create any distance. Since you couldn't really think of a reason to push him away, you continued to walk by his side. At first, the silence was quite nice and you wondered if he'd gotten so little sleep last night that he just didn't have the energy to talk, but, after a few minutes, you felt the urge to start a conversation. Shyly, you glanced his way, unsure how to start one. Eren was looking straight ahead and you quickly did the same before you would begin to stare again. It was quite easy to get caught up in the sight.

"Historia didn't ask for Ymir," you said, more as a statement than a question, but, nontheless, he answered.

"No"

Biting down on your bottom lip, you studied his features. He seemed relaxed, cool, as always, but his left hand was fidgeting with his hoodie. This was one of the little things he did when he was nervous, and suddenly you wondered why you even knew that. Sure, you'd seen it somewhere, but why had you remembered it? Why had your mind decided that this was important information? And why on earth was Eren nervous? Since you didn't have an answer to these questions, you asked another one.

"Why did you lie to Ymir? Why do you want me alone?"

"Because I didn't take you as someone who'd like a threesome," Eren joked. You hit him with your bag and he raised his hands in surrender and defense. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry y/n! I was only joking. It was a - ow! - very, very dumb joke, I'm sorry!" Maybe his apology would've sounded a little more genuine if he hadn't been laughing, and even though you wanted to push him into the school pond, a little smile tugged at your lips, too.

Mercifully, you lowered your bag and glared at him, but when he smiled at you, it was hard not to smile back. Huffing, you surpressed it, but you couldn't do anything against the fact that your expression softened a little. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with him? Why were you both like this?

Eren's shoulder bumped into your's as you continued walking, causing you to look at him. He had his hand stretched out to you and, for a confused moment, you wondered if he wanted you to take it before he asked: "As an apology... do you want me to carry your bagpack for you?"

"Nah," you said and rolled your eyes at his disappointed expression.

"Come on, please," he begged and tugged at the strap over your shoulder and at the heartwrenching look in his eyes, you almost gave in.

"Why?" you asked as you narrowed your eyes at him. "Do you want to drown it in the school pond? Do you want to hide it somewhere? Do you want to set it on fire?"

"What're you thinking of me?" Eren exclaimed- he seemed surprisingly genuine. "I just wanna carry it for you"

Well, you may just test him now. For safety reasons, you took your phone, keys, wallet and earphones out of your bagpack and handed it to Eren skeptically. Delighted, Eren threw it over his shoulder and grinned at you. Other than you, he was very aware of the eyes following you two, the students sharing glances when the unlikely pair walked by, and this display - you letting him carry your bagpack, none of the other boys, only him - satisfied him greatly. This was his way of marking his terretory.

When he looked back at you, you looked more serious, in thought. Then, you stopped walking in the middle of the hallway but didn't look at him. He noticed you were chewing on your bottom lip- you didn't know the words to say what you wanted to say. Finally, it broke out of you. "You must think I'm so riddiculous now"

Eren, who was sure that you didn't want the whole hallway to heat this kind of conversation and you surely had everyone's attention, urged you to continue walking gently. "Only a bit riddiculous," he said with a soft little smile and led you outside where you had more privacy. Since you were standing right next to him, he noticed the deep breath you were taking and suddenly remembered the look in your eyes when he'd found you before math class. At the memory, he felt the frustration wash over him for not knowing why you had gotten so panicked and how to make it go away.

When he was just about to ask you about it, you broke the silence, still not looking at him but a little smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "You were awfully quiet this morning"

"You didn't like it?" he replied, only half joking, as he eyed you from the side.

Immediately, you burst out in panic: "No, no, I did! I was just ... surprised, I guess" The shy look in your eyes when you shared a glance plastered a wide grin upon his face and made his heart flutter. Weirdly enough, his grin made you blush and you cursed yourself for getting flustered this easily.

"Well," he said and you looked back at him, or better, up at him. "I figured you'd already missed out on the first half of class so you shouldn't miss the second half, too. After all, we have a class test next week."

Your eyes widened, surprised how considerate he had been- and by the fact that he knew you were writing a class test next week. When you voiced that last thought, he laughed whole-heartedly and you even joined in a little. "You're not going to actually learn for it, I'm sure."

"No," he said. "I know most of the stuff, but if you need help learning..." He had lowered his face so it was only a few inches from yours and wiggled his eyebrows. You pushed him away with a smile, but Eren suddenly stopped and leaned down to your height. You hoped that he just assumed this was your natural skin color by now. "Now, I get to ask a question," he said. "Why the rush?"

A deep sigh left your lips and you hugged your body with your arms without looking at Eren. You felt the urge to tell him, insufferable Eren Jaeger who wasn't as insufferable as you'd thought, about it, but now you felt riddiculous. Finally, you explained: "When I was in middle school - i was new to the class - I was late once to Mr Shadis class. He- I don't know, it's just so dumb, but he kind of scolded me and slandered me in front of the whole class." As you spoke, your voice got higher and rushed. "And, you know, I was kind of sensitive, still am, and I had a bad day and that was just all coming back so I panicked you know? And-"

You fell silent and stared at the ground. You sounded like a total dumbass. What did he think of you now? You felt the tears in your eyes. This was so emberrassing! Humiliated, you avoided his eyes.

"Mr Shadis?" Eren asked, sounding unbothered. "Man, I remember him! That guy really was a pest"

"Yeah?" you asked and looked up at him with wide, glossy eyes.

He smiled back reassuringly. "I still now how he always bullied me in gym class"

"Poor you," you smiled and swallowed the tears as Eren rubbed your back gently.

"You know," he said, "I met him in town recently and he was actually pretty nice- he was propably just not good with kids"

You nodded and sighed a little. Never ever would you have guessed that Eren was this good at comforting, and the arm wrapped around your shoulder made you want to cuddle into this hoodie of his "You're probably right- let's talk about something else before I begin to cry on your hoodie"

"Never thought I'd hear you say that to me," Eren grinned. "It's nice though. By the way, have you looked at your arm yet?"

There it was again; the slight nervousness in his eyes, the fiddling with his hoodie. You shook your head truthfully. "No"

"Well, then do that," Eren said, and before you knew it, he had pressed a kiss on your cheek and had slipped back into the school building. Dumbfounded and blushing again, you looked at the door students walked out of now. They walked past you as you just stood there, not knowing what to do with this. You felt so- good. So weirdly happy that you wanted to hug every single one of them and then Eren. Whatever this weird new thing was- you liked it.

Surpressing a smile, you looked at your arm and your eyes widened. It was full of little drawings, quite simple but really good. You saw a dog, a pen, a braid, a coffe cup and a piece of cake and much more. Amazed by how good he was at this, you ran your fingers over your arm that Eren had turned into a work of art and then noticed the only letters on your arm, in a comic-like font and surrounded by little symbols.

Wanna go out with me?

𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙

summary: the king has been struck by never-ending grief when he found out about his wife's infidelity. he has her ordered to be killed, but afterward, he is no longer the same. every night he marries a woman, and every morning he has her killed. the endless cycle continues until the night you're chosen to be his wife. instead of letting him ruin you, you tell him a story. you tell him a story that he just has to know the ending to. and so begins the story of one thousand and one arabian nights.

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, royal au, based off of the story from 1001 arabian nights

word count: 10.7k+

warnings: dark content, mdni, 18+, mentions of killing, mentions of taking virginity, has the gallows and a noose in it, praise!kink, corruption!kink, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating

note: for those who don't know, baba means dad, and aziz/azizam means my dear in farsi. this story loosely follows 1001 arabian nights, but not completely. i wasn't gonna sit on my ass and write them all out 💀

also a big, big, thank you to @jadeisthirsting for beta reading, ty sm bby!!

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The palace smelled deeply of rose petals, a scent so distinctly comforting that you couldn’t help but smile giddily as you walked down the vast halls, looking at the different amenities the palace had to offer as you searched for the room you knew your father would be residing in. 

The more you walked, the darker the halls got and the less the smell of rose lingered in the air, a warning to stay away from this part of the palace. Though you had no choice but to ignore the prominent warnings, your posture became more frigid as you hummed a tune you had heard in the bazaar to keep yourself busy. 

You were well aware of the fact that your father resided right next to the king's quarters, so as you slowly opened his door to make sure no noise was heard, entering as you noted your father sitting on the edge of his bed, his wrinkly hands enveloping his tethered face as he could barely bring himself up to look at you.

“Baba,” Your heart dropped, running over to his frail body, your hands checking his forehead as your eyes filled with worry, “What’s wrong? Does your back hurt? Oh,” You noted his worn-out hands, “You have to let the king find another vizier,” You kneaded his hand with yours, “You cannot be his helper forever,” You cracked a gentle smile, but instead of his usual banter, he shook his head, still not looking up from his bed as he sniffled.

“Baba?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. Your father never cried. Never. Not when your mother died, not when the old king died, or even when you had managed to ruin his silken clothing. Despite his hardships, he was the man of the household, and he held himself to that standard.

But here, he looked like the shell of a man. His shoulders were hunched, lips pale as he shuddered, pushing your hands off of his back as he weakly stood up. 

“Y/n,” He stared at the door, eyes quite dead as he refused to look your way, terrified that if he did he would crumble to his knees and beg for an apology. Even worse, if he looked at you, his resolve would shatter and he’d leave the room as fast as he could, “Azizam,” You watched as a singular tear rolled down his cheek, “You will have to forgive me.”

You shakily rose, brows scrunched up in confusion as you let out a question laugh, walking over to him to see what he was talking about, what had gotten him so shaken up that he used such an endearing nickname he had never used before this day.

“The king has asked for you to spend the evening with him,” He muttered, voice hoarse and raspy as he broke down into tears again. 

“He…” Your shaky hands flew to your lips, eyes wide as you stumbled back, “He what?” Your frantic questions went unanswered as your father let more of his endless tears fall, wet lips holding back silent sobs as he turned back.

The king, a dreaded name for those around the palace. You childishly thought that being the daughter of the vizier would somehow spare you of the torture, of the horror that came with going into his quarters at midnight. 

He said nothing as he crumpled down to the floor, hands covering his eyes as you stared at the door, the same one you had entered through, and the same one that seemed to mock you as your hands shook at your side. 

One evening pleasuring the king meant spending the next morning dead.

---

Servants flocked to the room shortly thereafter.

They paid no attention to the old man as they ushered you outside, their nimble fingers working swiftly as they led you to a completely different room, stripping you bare as you worked mindlessly.

You fell into the large basin, cold water splashing across your body as they worked in silence, some here and there whispering words of pity to one another as they gossiped about your father's weakened state.

You knew that deep down, sooner or later, this day would come. That one night they will take you to get clean and pretty so that the king can spend his lonely night with a virgin to bed, and by morning have her dead so that she may not betray him.

You could guess why you were giving off no emotions as their hands scraped your body rid of the dirt and dust, rubbing rose petals across your flesh, running water through your hair as they worked quickly and effortlessly. 

At this point, you knew they had done this many times to know to be quick with the king's impatient temper.

You seemed to be like a mindless doll as they carried you out of the tub, staying quiet as one lady braided your hair, gentle as she wove flowers into the crown of your head. 

You watched as the other carefully dotted the roses across your cheeks, dipping her finger into the jar of honey as she brought it up, careful not to let any of it to waste as she swiped it across your lips, her eyes filled with deep sorrow as you stared out the windows and into the dark veil of night.

“You look very beautiful, azizam,” The old lady behind you muttered, her kind hands letting go of your hair as she gave your shoulder a gentle pat, “I’m sure your father would be proud of his daughter for serving the nation. 

Serving the nation in your one day demise.

“You have not been…” The old lady sighed, looking away as her hands fell to her side, “You have not been bedded yet, yes?”

You slowly shook your head, muttering out a quiet no as she nodded, ushering out all the other ladies as she came to your view, dropping down so that she was level with your knees.

“You are the vizier's daughter, so you must know,” She stated, her hands holding your cold ones as she pressed a soft kiss to the backside of it, “After you go into his room, he will tell you what he wants. When morning comes, he will have you killed.”

“I have heard it’s quick and painless, " She sighed, giving you a sad smile, “Yet those who have experienced it cannot tell the tale, and so I don’t want you to weigh too deeply on my words, okay aziz?”

The old lady looked down at your hands as she took in a shaky breath, lifting your chin as she patted your cheek carefully. 

“The time is almost midnight,” She said and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, “He should be expecting us soon.”

---

His quarters were cold, that was the first thing you noticed. 

You expected frost to be on the windows, and your breath to be visible in the moonlight, but you could only shudder as you looked around the candle-lit room, wondering when the apparent king was going to make his appearance. 

Your shoulders were covered by the robes they had given you, but you still shivered as you took a slow step forward, expecting an echo to follow suit. 

You jumped when the door behind you clicked opened, and you looked behind to see his looming shadow behind you, growing slowly as he took steps forward, and you could feel his icy gaze taking you in.

His white hair matched the surroundings, and his eyes, oh his eyes. So blue, such a color seemed to be unknown to humankind. You wanted to reach in and hold his face so you could see if he had diamonds in his sockets, but you knew to restrain yourself, straining your spine as you matched his stare.

You had heard of the king's attractive outward appearance. Even when he had ordered for his old wife and her concubines to be executed, many of the women of the nation volunteered to fill her place as they never thought a man with such grace could be so cruel. 

“My king,” You said with a deep bow, the shawl that loosely covered your shoulders almost slipping off your skin at the movement. 

“Are you Y/n?” He asked, his voice deep and rich as he circled you, taking in your hair, the way your face seemed to shine brightly with the help of the candles, and how the robe around your shoulder hung snuggly around your body. 

“Yes,” You bit out, swallowing your fear as you turned with him, not wanting the man to see your true emotions. 

“You’re the oldest daughter of Ja’far?” His gaze traveled across your frame, settling seconds longer on your lips until they left as they glanced at the window. 

“Yes,” You said through clenched teeth, the unsettling blue in his eyes reminding you that you were simply a lamb in the lion's den. 

You watched as he slowly nodded, his jaw set in place as he glanced around the room, his nose wrinkling at the overpowering rose scent that lingered in your neck and wrists. 

“I’m Satoru,” He said, though you already knew that, “And I can assure you that these next hours aren’t as you’ve heard,” He mentioned with a tilt in his voice, but that only made your heartbeat more erratically, most likely the opposite of how he wanted you to react.

He worked by taking his gloves off, slender finger after slender finger, and he dropped them somewhere to the side, running a hand through his hair as he turned his back towards you, sighing deeply as he pinched his nose.

He moved to get something behind you, a drink the servants had laid out for him as he took in a heavy sip, his lips tainted red with the wine as he stared at the back of your head. 

His hands were slow yet delicate as they found their way up to your hips, and you let out a quiet yelp as you felt his cold fingers tracing the patterns that adorned your robes. 

“You’re pretty,” He muttered, his breath fanning over the skin of your neck, making you shiver, almost making you forget where you were as you felt your knees wobble from the weight of your body, “Haven’t seen you before, have I?” And you weakly shook your head, your heart pounding roughly against your ribcage as you felt his lips land on the skin beneath your ear, surprisingly gentle and warm as they kissed and nipped.

“You’re sweet, too,” He observed, and you could have sworn that have only lined your lips with honey, but he seemed intent on his statement, his lips moving more quickly as his hands reached up to the strings that tie your robes together.

And you froze, knowing that if he were to proceed, he’d surely kill you in the morning. And wouldn’t allow yourself to die tomorrow. You could not die to a man who wanted nothing more than to take your humanity and then dispose of you as if you were stale rice. You had a life planned outside of the palace walls, and you knew that deep down, this king could be manipulated in his fragile state of mind.

Your eyes darted around the room, trying to find anything to secure yourself until they landed on a jeweled knife, its handle crusted in rubies and emeralds and your eyes widened slightly with a mad, certainly mad, idea.

It was sharp and cleaned with precision. Sharp and versatile, and you didn’t doubt he had used it in the act of killing. 

“That knife!” You sputtered out, stuttering as you stumbled forward out of his grasp, almost hoping you could swallow the words back at the way he snapped his head towards you.

“What?” 

“A man once used that exact knife to get through the mountains of Zagros,” You quickly regained yourself, mind running quickly, two sides of yourself debating between doing this or sleeping with the king to quicken your eventual death.

The king stared at the knife for a couple of seconds before looking at you once again, his brows furrowed. 

“Excuse me?”

You straightened your shoulders once again, clearing your throat as you tried to regain your confidence. 

“A man that went by the name Aghā Ali,” You said, voice barely coming out of your throat as you tried to think of something as quickly as you could in your messed state, “When his daughter fell ill to the plague, he became desperate to find a cure. The village apothecary told him to go to the Zagros mountains and cut the red flowers he’d find in a field,” You nodded your head in the direction of the knife, “And he used a knife just like that one to cut the stem of the flowers when he found them…”

Silence fell in the space between the two of you, and you could see the rise and fall of his chest as millions of ideas running through his crystalline eyes.

“Are you telling me a story?” He asked incredulously, almost as if he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.

You cleared your throat, trying to shrug it off as you stared back at the knife.

“I’m simply stating that a man once used that knife before to save his daughter.”

“How do you know he used my knife?” He was testing you now, you could easily tell. His lips had curved into an evil smile, a cat's grin as he took a step closer to you, sensing the fear that still radiated off from your body. 

“W-well, not your knife, but one that looked much like that,” You explained, swallowing dryly as you tried for a sweet smile, one that he might like, as you continued.

“His late wife had given it to him as a present, and so he used it wherever he went, for whatever that he could.”

The king didn’t say anything, so you took it as a sign that he wasn’t angry yet.

So you moved, putting on the facade of somebody confident in their story as you slyly moved behind him, causing him to follow your quick feet as you walked over to the table, careful as you picked up the heavy dagger.

It was strange in your hand, and you could tell how uneasy he felt with the weapon in your hand. 

So you set it down, nodding as you swallowed your spit once again.

“Ali didn’t know his way around the mountains, so he got lost frequently in search of the flower,” Your fingers traced the rubies, shaking as you turned the knife over, running a pinger across the blade as you winced when it slit your skin, your blood staining it a bright red as you felt his eyes follow you. 

“And because he had no map he went off of instinct alone,” You moved around the table, eyes darting to the slick pillows and shawls fit for a king. 

“At night, he would lay under the moon and use his knife as a way to cut the animals open so that he could eat them for dinner. The mountains didn’t have anything big such as deer or goat, but he could hunt the occasional rabbits, even duck if he were lucky enough to pass by a lake.” You looked up at him from your lashes to see what he was doing, and much to your surprise he was staring back just as intently. 

“The man knew that with each passing day his daughter would be getting sick and sicker, and though she was stronger than his wife in terms of physical strength, the plague took no longer than a month to kill even the strongest of the king's soldiers, according to the village apothecary.”

Your robes felt heavy on your sides as you moved around the room, feeling the weight of everything slow you down as you tried to quickly think of more things to drag the story on. 

“So he continued the track across the mountain, getting weaker by the hour, more tired by the minute and he still could not find the flowers he needed to heal his daughter.”

“Why go through so much?” The king interrupted, clearly annoyed with the way your story was going. 

You stammered at the question, brows furrowing as you tried to make sense of it. 

“Go through so much?” You repeated, shaking your head, forgetting who you were and where you were as you tilted your head to the side, “ I’m not sure I understand,”

He shook his head, looking at the dagger as he simply shrugged. 

“The old man must be withering away in these conditions. If the girl would die in a matter of weeks, why should he push himself to such an extent?”

“Because it’s his daughter,” You quickly argued back, eyes narrowing as the king moved forward, taking off his heavy coats as he sighed in relief at the release of the material. 

“And?” 

“Well…” You sighed; realizing this must be difficult to explain to this particular man, “He cares for her and he doesn’t like to see his daughter in pain. He’s going through all this hard to make sure that she’ll be alright.” He scoffed as his hands found their way to a bowl, taking out one of the dates as he chewed on it before he spits the seed out. 

“That seems like a figment of the imagination,” The king chewed and then swallowed, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he explained, “Fathers don’t care much for their daughters.”

A part of you boiled in outrage at the statement. 

“Perhaps some don’t, my king, but that doesn’t mean all fathers carry no ounce of care for their daughters,” He could see your tremor fade off as it soon got replaced with fiery anger. 

“No?” He asked coyly, talking out another date as he repeated the same actions. 

“No,” You said without letting your voice waver. 

“Then why did your father offer you up tonight? Surely he could have picked your other sister if he cared for you that much. Or the servant that’s standing right outside my door. Or maybe even the girl who cleans up the horse shit in the stables. Surely a fathers love my reach beyond that point, no?”

You could feel your resolve crumble as you listened to his words, your heart heavy isn’t the small expanse of your chest as you refused to breathe properly. 

Did he simply offer you up as easily as the king was saying? Just like a lamb for slaughter?

“Just as I was saying,” He continued, happy with your obvious shock, “I find it rather hard to believe that Ali would go through the mountains of Zagros to find a flower for his dying daughter.”

He looked pleased with your silent state, watching keenly as you swallowed the thick lump accumulating in your throat. You took in a deep breath, controlling the shake in your voice as you stared at something behind him. 

“The old man was relentless,” You continued the story, pretending that your conversation with the king was nothing, and missed the way his face fell for a second, taken back by the way you could compose yourself with clear tears making their way into your waterline, “But the flower was hard to find.”

“One night as the man was cleaning out his rabbit, he stopped when he noticed the rabbit had red petals lining the fur near its lips.”

“And so he cut the stomach to find it full of red petals, the same color as the flower he was so desperately trying to find.”

“The next day he went in search of rabbits with the same fur, and that night he was able to catch another one with the same petals in its stomach.”

“And so the old man followed the trail of rabbits until he one day, miraculously stumbled across a field full of the red flowers.”

“He was eager as he stuffed them in his satchel, memorizing the path he had taken as he passed by the old streams and lines of trees, his bad bursting at the seam with red relates and green stems.”

You stopped, tilting your head to the side as you gave out another yawn, oblivious to the fact that in the minutes you had spent thinking of more to tell, and in the hours you had spent explaining the complexity of the story to the king, the sun had begun peeking its way through the mountains. 

“So when he got back home, his daughter told him that she only had a couple of days left to live before the plague got to her,” You didn’t notice how the king had risen from his satin seat, walking slowly over to you as his impatience got the best of him. 

“And then?”

You whipped your head around at the sound, heart beating wildly in your chest at his unexpected voice. 

“He cut the flowers up and mixed them in with tea, and each day he’d double the amount of the flowers he would use,” Your bodies were close to each other, so close that despite his tall stance you could feel his breath hitting your cheek, his eyes following the rise and fall do your chest. 

“Did she not like the tea?” His voice was taunting and you shook your head, trying for the same menacing smile he was giving you. 

“No,” You moved away from him, your robes swaying behind you as his gaze traveled across your swift movements, “She loved it. Each day she’d ask for triple the number of flowers instead of double,” Your eyes were trained on the window that pointed to the east. 

“But,” You gnawed on your lip, “Ali didn’t realize that what he was doing was wrong,” You could hear him moving from behind you, his feet padded on the ground. 

“And why is that?”

Your eyes darted to the window, the way the sun amazingly shone through the stained glass and colored his snow hair a mix of blues and yellows, something that your somber mind never thought you’d see again. 

“The sun is coming up, my king,” You noted, your voice catching in the back of your throat as if you couldn’t believe what you were saying. It seemed that he too, couldn’t believe such a thing as he looked behind himself in doubt. 

The two of you said nothing as his eyes widened for a second, lips parted in a shock as he looked at you in relative incredulity. 

“My king…” You whispered, voice hoarse as you swallowed thickly, praying that your devious plan was working its way to the man, “What should I do?”

The king could only stare at you in somewhat disbelief, eyes narrowing as he rubbed tiredly at his eyes, a yawn escaping his lips as his kind ran with millions of thoughts about what he should do with you. 

Never had somebody stalled him for the entirety of the night, let alone made him want to know more about the woman before he had her ordered to be killed. And despite him deep down knowing that this would surely ruin everything he had done to barricade his lonely heart, he shook his head slowly, brows scrunched up in confusion as he admitted to himself that he wanted to know the rest of your story. 

“No,” He muttered out to himself, shaking his head as he glanced over at you, but it weighed heavily in the expanse of his room, “Come tonight and finish the story.”

And he didn’t need to say it to know that you had managed to get the king hooked. 

---

When the door creaked open with the maids once again lamentable at the fact that they’d be leading you to your death, they were surprised to still find your robes adjourning your shoulders, and the look of both dissatisfaction and something more lining the king's face.

They all stared at him, waiting for the same orders that would tumble out of his mouth every morning, but he just waved them aside, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered out a quiet, “I expect you to finish tonight,” Before he shrugged his coat back on as he stalked out of the room.

As he moved past the servants, all the ladies stared back at you, mouths hanging open in shock, their hearts pounding in their ears, mirroring yours as the old lady who had bathed you the night before took a tentative step into the bedroom. 

“Y/n…?” She asked slowly, testing to see how you would react, to see if he had done anything that could have broken both you and the cruel king to such a point, “Is everything alright?”

You stared at her, giving her a slow nod of your head as you couldn’t believe you were able to see the sun rising and hear the laughs of bewilderment that came from the servants behind the old lady.

“Did he say he wants to see her again?” One of the younger girls peeped up, and everyone snapped their heads over to her, the question everybody was wondering finally spoken out loud.

“I think he did,” One of the girls behind her answered, still not believing what they were hearing.

“What did you do?” Another one asked, testing gazes all focused on you, curious, begging to know just what you had done to break the streak of killings.

“I,” You sighed, rubbing your throat as you pushed some hair behind your ears, letting out a skeptical laugh, “I just told him a story.”

---

That night, they did the same thing as the previous one.

They stripped you down, this time a bit more gentle as they weren't much grime to scrub off, but still generous in the amount of fragrance they dabbed all over your body. 

“Tonight,” The old lady who you had come to learn was named Nasreen, muttered softly, quiet enough for only you to hear, “Draw out your stories. Make them more interesting than the last,” She whispered into your ear as she led you back towards the king's quarters, “I have never seen the king so,” She paused looking for the right word, “Forgiving as he was last night. You must have made an impact on him,” Her voice was laced with pride yet worried, “Don’t forget to make him more enthralled tonight than the last, alright?”

You merely nodded, tongue heavy in your mouth as you thought of all the stories you had come up with in the hours leading up to now, that in the hassle of the palace trying to get you prepared for the king you came up with the most fantastical stories you could think of. 

“Y/n,” She stopped you right behind the familiar door, “I wish you all the luck,” She pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, scuffling away as the clock near midnight once again, fearful that if she stayed long enough she’d get too attached to you. And she had learned her lesson before.

Your eyes were trained on the door handle, hands filled with heavy lead as you raised them to the gold knob, giving it a slow twist as it opened easily into the freezing room.

It was dark, just as you remembered it being the previous night. The chilly air wrapped itself unwillingly across your frame, and with each heavy step, you took forward, the more dread-filled itself inside your head.

“Close the door,” His voice called out from the bundle of blankets and pillows that were laid out on the floor. You jumped when you noticed he had been there the entire time, shutting the wood quickly behind you as you shuffled inside.

“My king,” You gave him the customary bow, your heart pounding roughly in your ears as you heard some noise come from his side of the room, the ruffling of fabrics as he stood up, walking his distance towards you.

He said nothing as you lifted your head, his sapphirine eyes meeting yours as they stared boredly ahead, as if he could be more amused, and grunted, muttering something to himself as he walked away, picking up a date from the bowl as he pitted it and munched on it slowly.

“You seem displeased,” He noted, looking at your frigid body, “Are you not comfortable?” His white hair moved as he tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out why you seemed so reserved.

You chuckled a bit in surprise, not thinking him to be of the right mind to ask such a question.

“My king,” You started, thinking of the nicest way to phrase what you were going to say next, “Forgive my outward appearance but…” You laughed again, almost to yourself that he could even be confused, “I must admit, I have reason to be drawn away.”

He looked back at you, eyebrow cocked as your fingers picked at each other, your mouth brought in a thin line as you looked around the room, anywhere to escape his heavy gaze.

“If you are not comfortable standing,” He gestured to the space to his side, “There is ample room for you to reside as you finish your story,”

You swallowed thickly, thinking of what would happen if you agreed to his offer. Sitting next to him, in such proximity, could insinuate things that you were trying to hold off for as long as you could.

But your feet were already tired from standing for so long last night, and with the hecticness of the day that followed, you found your body disobeying your rational mind as it slowly brought you over to his residing area.

You could see his sly grin growing at your willingness to come over, and you watched as he moved his slender legs to the side, letting you almost break to the ground as you let out a small groan of pleasure at how soft the fabric lay beneath you.

His eyes widened slightly at the sound, his heart beating rapidly as your lids shut for a second, your face momentarily blissed out as you craved for such relaxation until they snapped back open, remembering just where you were.

“S-so,” You cleared your throat, moving away as far as you could as you rest your back on the wall, “If you so please, I can continue with the story of Aghā Ali.” You paused to see his reaction, and he gave a little nod of his head, allowing for you to continue.

“The flowers he had been told to get from the mountain were useless, and even worse, doing more damage than good. The apothecary who told him to find the flowers was a greedy man who had been in love with Ali’s wife, and now daughter, and could only see them as his own or as dead.” You peeked over to see what the king was doing and was somewhat surprised to see him staring back intently at you.

“In a jealous and insane rage, the apothecary had been poisoning the bread that Ali and his daughter ate, and despite all his best tries, Ali seemed immune to the lethal dosages he was receiving. So, in hopes of trying to get rid of him, he told Ali that the flowers found in the Zagros mountains would be the only cure,” He sat up, supporting his head in his hands as his eyes narrowed.

“Why not kill him?” He asked and you paused, licking your lips as you smiled, glad to have anticipated his question beforehand.

“Because killing Ali would mean that he would no longer be allowed to go to Jannah, and the apothecary was weary of the sins he committed.” His eyes shined a darker shade of blue at your statement. 

“Unfortunately for the apothecary, Ali was a bright man and could pick up on the flowers' dangerous properties. Ali was also aware of the apothecary’s jealous fit and quickly put the two and two together. So, instead of wasting time spending his rage on the apothecary, he decided to wait.” You crossed your ankles together, adjusting your robe as you shivered, the air still cold no matter how much you adjusted your shawl.

“To wait?” He interrupted, lips pursed and brows furrowed in confusion. You got worried that he was losing his interest in your story, but he sat up, his white hair falling as curls on his face, eyes still shimmering blue as he tilted his head, “He decided to wait?” 

His childish demeanor not only made you startled, but you could help but let your lips tug into a smile, and you tried to cover it up with a cough as you nodded.

“Ali was a very observant man. He could tell that whenever his daughter ate the bread, the sicker she got. So he waited, feeding her only bone broth and tea, without the flowers, of course,”

“And just as Ali had suspected after he stopped feeding her the bread and the flowers, she got healthier with each passing day. When the apothecary realized that Ali had once again won over his devious plan, he gave up,” You looked over to the jewel-encrusted knife, “And the apothecary slit his throat as a final testimony to his dying will.”

You could see how the king's eyes widened, his lips parting as he became even more confused. 

“That's it?” He interjected, “He dies?” Bile rose to your throat, terrified that you had only upset the king until you tried to calm yourself down, your plan steady in your head as you raised your hands in a gesture to calm him down.

“For that story, yes, my king, but I also happen to know another story that you might enjoy,” It was a sudden change, but you wanted him to forget who he was for a second, to look past everything so that you could continue.

You could see something happening behind his stoic gaze, how his eyes narrowed once again, trying to sniff out your ingenuity, but you offered him a tender smile, one that held more behind it than he could tell, and the king only sighed, laced with annoyance and anger because of your stranglehold on his curiosity, and he glanced out the window.

“Well, hurry on with it,” He muttered, falling back down as he picked up another date to chew on. 

And you grinned widely and didn’t care if he could see.

“My king, I doubt you’ve heard the story of the seven voyages of Sinbad…”

---

And so, the cycle continued.

You found yourself in his quarters night after night, evading death by ending on a cliffhanger that the king could only hear if he extended your death by one more day. Every night, you’d finish the story and start on another, prompting the king to a circle of never-ending stories.

The palace, stalked by your boldness to make the king enamored by your storytelling, began working like clockwork, giving you time to yourself to sleep during the day, as well as time to think up new and enticing stories the king may like.

You could tell he had a knack for adventures, and so you tried to make each one more exciting than the last. He was fond of poems of love and war, though he seemed to prefer stories of erotica more.

He was cruel, and even in the daytime, when you didn’t see much of him, you heard of his doings. While he seemed to be keen on not killing you until you run dry of things to tell, he still ruled with an iron fist, and the woes of the nation were only going unheard.

“Y/n,” The king interrupted you one night, pushing himself up by the elbows as he looked at you in your bundled-up corner, “What do you see?”

Your brows scrunched up in confusion at his question, and you squint to see what he was looking at.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I understand,” Your fingers fidgeted with one another as the king scoffed and he licked his teeth, weaving his hand through his hair as he motioned for you to come closer to him.

You slowly obliged, crawling over to where he was sitting as you gave yourself some space from his side.

You could notice his features more clearly here when the candle could illuminate his features better. His hair was arctic white, white than the snow that would litter the ground in the colder months. And his skin was pale and easily flushed red, almost as if the man refused to go outside in the summer. And his eyes, you could recall just how entranced they made you when you saw them at first. They seemed so hypnotizing, so surreal, that had this man not sent a chill through your bones, they might have put you under his charms spell.

“In the paintings, what do you see?” His eyes were trained on the wall, and you looked ahead, your mind reeling as you took in the different men and women painted in the photo, and what the artist could have meant when they drew it.

“I see…” You looked a bit longer, tilting your head to the right to get a better view, “A man being seduced by a woman,” You inspected the painting longer, “She seems like a witch of some sorts, maybe an enchantress,” You gnawed on your lip as you took in the background of the mural, “And she’s been able to lure him to his demise, judging by the red on her robes.”

You looked to the side to see what the king was thinking, only to him glancing at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you quickly looked away.

“I don’t see where you got the seducing aspect,” He admitted, and he shifted his weight onto his other hand.

Your brows furrowed at how he could miss such an obvious message. You raised your hand, pointing out to the woman as he followed the direction, “You see how her wrist is turned as she’s greeting him? Normally, you’d see people who try to romance one another have opening gestures, but she'd be more closed off and alluring. She dressed in red with minimal jewelry, which can mean that the man prefers somebody dressed down rather than inviting.” You explain and the king let out a small chuckle.

“You got all that from how her wrists were turned?” Your cheeks heated up once again as his eyes twinkle at your obvious embarrassment, and you looked away, shrugging as his smile only grew.

“Many of the artists I know explain the little details to me,” You muttered, “And you asked how I interpreted the piece. You got my answer,” He wanted to coo at the way your lips pouted, at how much less tense you seemed to be over time, and just how alluring you seemed to be when you childishly scooted away from him.

“You know artists?” He asked, perplexed by the outside life you shared and he knew little of it.

“Of course,” You nodded, “The bazaar is full of them. If I have time I walk around aimlessly, for the fun of it. You meet many interesting people where you’d least expect them,” You rubbed your nose, your eyelids growing heavier as the night continued.

“The bazaar,” He repeated to himself, and you glanced over to see him looking longingly at the painting, “I used to be quite the fanatic of the bustling streets.”

“You don’t go anymore?” You asked and he shook his head. Had he not been adorned in royal clothing and his title so glaringly obvious, you would have felt as though you were having a simple conversation with a friend, not the tyrant king everybody had come to fear.

“They’ve become a rather dark staple for me,” He admitted, “I can’t say I’m most eager to go back.”

You scoffed, your shoulder shoving his as his eyes widened in surprise by your out-of-character move.

“Everything has become a dark staple for you, my king. You cannot expect to outlive your past if everything you see reminds you of it,” Even sitting, he towered over you, and he had to crane his neck to stare at you in the eyes.

“There are some things I prefer to remember,” He gritted out, his lips turned into an unpleasant snarl as his eyes darkened, clouded by memories.

“I’m not saying you should forget, my king,” You toned your voice down in hopes of calming him down, “I’m saying that you move on.”

He scoffed, cheeks tinted a fiery red as he puffed his cheeks out, his stance now defensive as he turned his head away from you.

“What should you know?” He bit out, rolling his eyes at the thought of somebody like you understanding the utter betrayal he had gone through. The feeling of his heart being ripped apart piece by piece until everything in him stopped functioning because his entire world had come crumbling down.

“I don’t know,” You told him, your voice soft as if carrying itself to his fragile mind, “But heartbreak is an unstoppable force, my king, and you cannot stop it from ruining your state of being. But it’s better if you move on and be-”

“I can’t move on!” He instantly roared, his voice shaking as he whipped around towards you, his shadow great in size as it dwarfed you in its presence, “Can’t you see that?” His voice wobbled for a second, and in his shaking glare, you could see his eyes water, how they seemed to dim in their crystalline glow as his lips shook.

You raised a hand to his chest, gently pushing him back as he easily complied, and you sighed, pushing some hair out of your forehead as silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Your wife is dead, my king. You had her killed. She cannot haunt you any more than in thoughts,” You could hear his sniffles, how he shook when he took in a breath.

“I can’t move on,” He repeated thickly, “It hurts so much,” 

“The pain is bare, my king,” You said slowly, “But what you have caused in its wake is destruction. You cannot think yourself to be healing in the act of death.”

You had feared you had said too much, but he only looked at you, hiccups leaving his mouth as his head fell onto your shoulder, and felt his tears wetly stain your robes.

“You don’t deserve this,” He said, “They didn’t deserve it,” He groaned into your coat as if realization was finally dawning on him.

“I’m sorry,” He wept out, and at this moment he was no longer a king, but a weak man who had his share of the world. He muttered it out over and over again until his cries and his apologies filled the air in the royal room.

You didn’t know who he was apologizing to. To you, to the women, he had killed, to himself, or to the man he killed when he began his endless cycle of murder.

“Satoru?” You tried for the first time, his name foreign on your tongue you felt his shaking stop, his wet lips breaths away from your skin that was revealed as he accidentally tugged on your robes.

“Stay,” He whispered into your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he moved around, shuffling so that he was off of your body, yet somehow he managed to bring you onto his lap, “I don’t care for a story,” He muttered as he looked up at you, “Sleep here tonight,” His large hands steadied themselves on your hips, gentle as you slowly nodded, his lips wet as they traced the skin near yours, soft and caring, a far cry from how you thought they’d be.

“But…” You were worried that he'd be tired of you by morning, realizing that you’re not what he bargained for, but the king shook his head, almost as if he could read your thoughts.

“I just want you to stay, nothing more,” He muttered against your skin, your fingers subconsciously rubbing his hair as he sighed contently at the feeling.

“Okay,” You muttered out, your lash fluttering against your cheek as you nodded, feeling his lips curl into a small smile as you relaxed into his hold, his arm doing all the work as they held you to his chest, cradling you to his body as if you were his only lifeline.

You knew that it was the king that was holding you as if you were his only support, that without you to hold at this moment he would sink into the floor below your bodies and disappear forever.

---

When morning came you felt a heavy arm wrap itself around your waist, and your eyes groggily opened as you felt little puffs of air hitting your neck, and you turned around to find the king fast asleep.

You moved away a bit, and felt his hand dip from your body, and didn’t see his eyes snap open to see you rising, your hair messed up, eyes groggy but still beautiful as he could only stare at the way the sun illuminated your soft skin.

“Mornin’,” He muttered, not used to waking up to a woman without feeling the ache of the night before, but the way you laughed softly at his tired state brought him back to reality.

“Good morning,” You replied, rubbing your eyes as you yawned, a gentle smile making its way up to your face as you watched him turn onto his back, his eyes still heavy from sleep as you giggled.

“I need some water,” You muttered and he cracked an eye open, getting ready to stand up until you pushed him back down, “I’ll be right back,” You corrected and he grumbled something out, blue eyes shutting anyways as sleep took a hold of the king once again.

You rubbed your eyes one last time before you stood up, groaning quietly as you stretched your legs, making note of the fact that you had never slept so comfortably before as you made your way to the door.

The hallways were lit with candles, and you quietly shut the door behind you as you tiptoed your way out, looking around to find two of the palace guards standing outside, already anticipating you from the way they instantly looked at your frame.

You had never seen them before, and while you were familiar with the guards that usually stood outside, these seemed more menacing than usual.

“Good morning,” You said sheepishly, trying to move past one of them when he blocked the way.

“Um,” You scratched your head, looking around to see if there was anybody familiar, “I’m sorry, but I need a pitcher of water for the king’s room if you’ll let me…” You went to outstep the guard but the second one now blocked your path.

You looked up at them in confusion, your lips pursed together as you laughed uncomfortably.

“May I leave, please?” You tried for another laugh, but their faces remained stoic.

You had never seen them before, and you doubted they knew you judging by the way their faces remained unchanged. Their swords were perched on their hips, and their gazes never altered.

“Come with us, miss,” The first guard said, his voice deep as he took a sudden grip on your elbow, rough as he pulled you away without letting you walk.

“W-wait, excuse me, I just need some water,'' You quickly explained but they said nothing as they led you down the hall, their face never changing as you tried to wrangle out of their tight grips.

“Sirs! Please!” They said nothing as you thrashed around, their hands only holding you with a more bruising force as you tried to break free, “I only need a pitcher, that’s all,” Your eyes were frantic, heart in your throat as you tried to think of anything you had done to warrant such behavior.

“They’re always so fuckin’ rowdy,” One of them muttered to the other, obvious displeasure on his face as his fingers tightened around your arm.

You tried to think of what he was referring to when your eyes widened in understanding.

“The king knows me!” You shouted, “He’s asked for me not to be killed!” You tried to explain but the guards only laughed, and you felt your chest fall as they led you down a passage you had never been through before.

“I’m Y/n!” you explained, but they had no idea who you were, “I’m a friend of the kings!” But you didn’t even know if the king would call you that. You told him stories to keep him entertained and you out of the execution chambers, but these guards snorted at your statement.

With their strength, they had practically lifted you off the ground, and no matter how much you kicked your legs and screamed for them to let you, they seemed intent on leading you to wherever you were headed.

A voice in the back of your head already knew where.

“Please!” You shouted, your eyes tearing up, “Ask the king, he knows me!” And one of the guards behind you decided that he had had enough of your shouting, and used his unused hand to slap it roughly over your mouth, muffling your screams.

Your breathing got shallower and rougher the more you tried to break free, and the darker the hallways got the more your body weakened, and you felt yourself grow limp in their holds as they stopped in front of an iron door.

One reached into his pockets as he brought out some keys, flipping through them until he found the right one. He jammed it in the hole and the door swung open, revealing the horror that you had guessed would be inside.

An array of gallows sat in the middle, the ground littered with dried blood as you screamed again.

“I-I’m his storyteller!” You explain hurriedly, but the guards don’t seem to mind as they bring you closer to the noose, “I tell the king stories!” That got one of the guards to laugh, and you whimpered as the noose came closer into view.

“Ask the king, p-please!” You cried out, tears wetting your eyes as your voice caught in the back of your throat, “I tell him stories! I’m a friend of his!”

It meant nothing to the guards as they heaved you up onto the wooden pedestal, grasping your hands behind your back as they tied it over and over with scratchy rope, their hands rough as they pushed you forward, wrapping some dirtied cloth around your mouth to silence your screams.

You felt your tears collect on the cloth, and you felt lightheaded as one of the men began securing the noose around your throat.

“Stand on the trapdoor,” One of the men gruffed out but you hurriedly shook your head, trying to tell them that you weren’t who they thought you to be.

Tired of your antics, the man shoved your forward, and you stumbled and your eyes widened as the noose tightened around your neck, your breath lodging itself in the little crevices of your lungs.

You watched as the men walked over to the front, their hands outstretched to pull the lever as they stopped when they heard a loud crash happen outside the door.

Three sets of eyes snapped to the iron working as it slammed open, revealing a panting king as he stared widely inside the room, wasting no time as guards poured in, the maids that usually came to collect you in the morning puffing out air as they sighed in relief, relieved to find you alive.

“What the fuck is happening?” Satoru shouted out, his eyes raging as he saw you atop the gallows, cheeks stained with tears, mouth covered, a noose around your neck as he felt his breathing momentarily stop, “Y/n?” His eyes widened in shock as he saw the noose around your neck, your cheeks glistening with tears as your screams were muffled.

His eyes snapped over to the two guards, their expressions comedic had they not been seconds away from killing you.

The king was quick in his movements as he rushed towards you, quick as he climbed the gallow, his slender fingers nimble as they worked the noose off of your neck, and then quick to tug down the tear-stained cloth that covered your mouth.

His eyes were feverish as they searched you, his hands on either side of your face as he checked for injuries.

“Are you,” His voice wavered for a second as you stared back up at him, both of your hearts pounding at the same pace as he tried to catch his breath, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

All of the guards and servants watched in fascination as their ruthless king fell apart, his hands shaking as you smiled gently, shaking your head no to his hurried question.

“I,” Your throat was hoarse, and you realized what had led to this mess in the first place, “I just want some water,” You sheepishly admitted to Gojo’s frantic stare, and could see his resolve crack as he gave you a quick laugh, cradling your head gently as he led you out of the execution chambers and back into the forgiving bright light of the hallways.

---

The following night, the servants were extra careful as they prepared you for the king.

Their hands were more forgiving as they scrubbed the dirt off of your body, and their fingers kind as they slathered lotion upon your neck. Their smiles were caring as they rubbed rose petals across your wrists, and their words were hushed as though not to disturb you.

They could tell without asking questions that you weren’t how you usually were and didn’t doubt that going back into the king's chambers would be more nerve-wracking than ever.

The robes they had dressed you in were softer than usual, and they kept it low with the fragrance as though not to give you a headache after everything you had gone through in the past couple of hours.

“Y/n,” Nasreen gently shook your shoulders to wake you out of your trance, “It’s time to go.”

And so you silently followed her on the familiar path to his room, your head heavy with pain as she knocked once, and then twice on the door.

It swung open after a couple of seconds to reveal the king in a disheveled state, his hair in disarray, eyes darker than usual as he seized you up, opening the door a bit wider so that you could come inside.

It shut quickly behind you, and you didn’t have time to turn around to say goodbye to the old lady before the king, Satoru, had led you inside.

The air was heavy as the two of you refused to look the other in the eye, unsaid guilt present in your stances as you went to open your mouth.

“My king, if you’d so wish, I can contin-” You didn’t have any time to prepare for the way his body threw itself at yours, a heavyweight pushing itself into your chest until you were roughly backed into the wall, his hand the only thing saving your head from bumping harshly into it.

His lips were hungry, ravenous, as they searched yours. They were agile and quick, not giving you time to breathe as his hand cradled your jaw, tilting your head ever so carefully so that he could gain better access to you.

You felt your tongues and teeth clash with one another, and despite your inexperience, you tried to match his quick pace. Any logical reasoning flew out of your head as his soft lips traveled upward, kissing your cheek, your forehead, and anything he could to remind himself that you were alive.

Your eyes opened as you felt him move downwards, his mouth hot against the column of your throat as he nipped at the skin gently, his teeth somehow gentle in their way as though not to hurt the fragile skin.

He’d press chaste kisses anywhere he could, his hands secure on your waist as the king looked up at you, and for the first time since your arrangement, you saw real fear in his sapphire eyes.

“Thought I lost’ya,” He muttered into your skin, his hands grasping onto the fabric of your robes as he tried to tug them off, “Thought I fuckin’ lost’ya forever,” His voice shook with raw emotion as your hands flew to his hair, bringing him back up as his hands worked at the knots that secured your robes together.

“It’s gonna,” You sighed as the cool hair hit your naked skin, your nipples pebbling up as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, “It’ll take a lot more to get rid of me, my king,” You tired fo a joke but the words died down on your tongue as he latched onto one of your breasts, his hands occupying the other one as he kneaded it.

“Don’t joke about that,” He murmured against you, your nipples glistening with spit as he detached himself from you, “Don’t ever wanna think about it,” He whispered, and your eyes fluttered shut as his slender fingers worked their way down to tracing the skin on your stomach, and you almost sealed as they traveled down dangerously to the apex of your thighs.

He fell to his knees, a true sight to behold as his hair ruffled, your hands clawing into his white locks as you weakly held him in place.

His tongue was hot as it licked at your skin, slow as it neared the area where you were sure was burning up and wasted no time as he slid a finger past your folds, into the slickness of your cunt, and you groaned audibly at the feeling.

It was much different from your fingers, and he was skilled as he added another, your eyes and teeth clenching at the stretch.

“Yer doin’ fuckin’ amazin’,” He muttered in awe at the way you sucked him in, at how wet his fingers became from just a couple of seconds fingering you, “Yer so fuckin’ tight - shit - h-haven't you ever been…” And he trailed off when you looked away in embarrassment, and his lips parted in understanding as you covered your mouth to silence your whines.

“Oh darlin’,” He muttered, moving away from your pussy as he came back up, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as your eyes watched his every move, “Have you never been touched before?” And even he seemed to forget that he only wanted virgins, yet you could weakly nod, your skin flushing as he hungrily looked at it.

He’s going to ruin you.

“Well you’re just fuckin’ drippin’,” He said thickly, showing you his fingers as you looked away in embarrassment, but he quietly cooed, sleeping his fingers down your mouth, your eyes widening as you close your lips around them, brows furrowing at the odd taste.

“Sweet as shit, darlin’, better than any of the honey they’ve been rubbin’ on ya,” He muttered, his fingers working quickly as they went in and out quickly, his other thumb rubbing your clit as your eyes rolled back at the heavenly feeling.

“T-toru,” You whined thrashing around in his hold, “F-fuck it feels s-so good,” You hiccupped, your voice weak as you could rarely phrase things together. It was a far cry from how you usually wear, but the man was slowly tearing you apart.

His eyes widened in admiration at how sweetly his name rolled off your tongue, his ministration quickening in pace as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?” He muttered against your skin, his fingers wet with your nectar as you cried into your hand, “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening at his relentless movements.

“Ugh, Toru, please,” You cried out, your fat tears rolling down your cheek as you couldn’t contain your wanton moans anymore, “Fa-faster!” You were begging, your fingers curling into his hair as he grinned at your unraveling.

More quickly than not, you felt your vision go white, the not snapping as your climax came, the sweet orgasm washing over you as you almost went limp. Had his arms not been supporting you up, you would have crumbled. You could feel yourself spasm around his fingers, but he was slow as he pulled them away, his tongue flushing outwards as he licked them tentatively, moaning at how sweet your essence was as it coated his mouth.

He watched as you went to pull your robes over your body, naively thinking you were done, but Satoru pushed your hands back, shaking his head as his smile menacingly grew.

“I’m not done yet sweetheart,” He moved up as he kissed your lips, your release flooding your taste buds as his spit mixed with yours, and you moaned into his mouth, not used to such a euphoric feeling, “Gods, Y/n, I’m just gettin’ started.”

---

You woke up to your legs aching and throat hoarse from more than just crying.

Your eyes were blinded momentarily by the sun, but you felt a heavyweight stern across your chest, and you looked down to see Satoru’s long arm covering your bare breasts.

Your cheeks heated up as flashes of last night came to you, and suddenly you could barely think straight, shuffling around so much that it woke the very king up.

He was slow as he tried to remember where he was, but a flash of your hair and your awkward smile made him grin charmingly, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you deeper into the warmth of his chest.

“Did I wake you?” You asked quietly into his skin, causing him to shiver as the way your shy hand reached up to hold onto his naked hips, to hold him as if he were a staple into your lifeline.

“I was already awake,” he muttered into your cheek, kissing at the mark he had made the previous night, “You’re a beauty when you sleep,” He admitted and you duke your head deeper into his chest at his words.

“My king,” You blinked, swallowing thickly as you looked up at him, terrified to find a monster but instead finding a devoted man, his eyes deep as they stared back down, caring as his lips pursed at the title.

“Satoru,” he muttered, “Don’t call me king,” His fingers played with your hair, his white hair wild as you giggled softly.

“Alright, Satoru,” Your nose nudged at his bicep, “I have a confession to make.” You saw him glance down at you in momentary worry but your eyes twinkle in a playful, childish manner, and he grinned right back.

“I have no more stories to tell you,” You whispered, “They’re all done.”

Satoru said nothing for a couple of minutes as his soft breathing filled the air around you two, and your heart stopped for a second before he let out a loud laugh, joyful and juvenile as his eyes crinkled, his ars pulling you deeper into his body if possible as he littered your face with kisses, hugging you as though you were going to whisk away at any moment.

“I was wondering when you'd run out darlin',” He exclaimed, pressing a light kiss to your lips as he looked down at you adoringly, “Because it’s time I return that favor,” He moved your hair out of your face as he pressed another kiss to your forehead, “I doubt you’ve heard the wondrous story of the woman who somehow stole my heart."

Childe on his first day at the fatui thinks he's going insane because he keeps seeing Dottore in every room

video girl | hayakawa aki

PAIRING.  aki x fem!reader (established relationship)

LENGTH.  2.5k

NOTES.  mappa aki has me acting unwise……

SYNOPSIS.  aki misses you so much when he’s away for missions, especially when you start sending him suggestive texts on your lunch break. good thing he has a folder full of videos of you stashed away, right?

CONTENT.  18+, pwp, sexting, nudes, filming, exhibitionism (ish), pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), solo (m) (he watches a vid the two of you made together): creampie, cumshot, ass play, daddy kink, breeding kink (light), multiple orgasms (m + f), begging; flashbacks/references to: oral (m rec), oral (f rec), facial, anal, solo (f), toys; reader wearing a skirt; a touch of codependent aki because i simply luv that for him <3

A/N.  all my love always to my akiwife mystic @uppermocns for a few of the ideas that went into this and for thirsting for this man 24/7 with me!!!!

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING THE CONTENT STATED IN THE WARNINGS.

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Origin Story

Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader

➪ masterlist

➪ wc: 8k+ || minors DNI!!! (NSFW)

➪ warnings/tags: TRUE FORM SUKUNA, two dicks, double penetration (anal and vaginal), monster fucking, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), tummy mouth (YES TUMMY MOUTH), corruption, lowkey soft sukuna but still very dom, overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, "daddy, master, kitten" are used, there is just A LOT okay? it’s a lot, but I write sukuna to be a softie so y’know!

➪ notes: hi hi hi, this is a repost because I deactivated my original account bc I am impulsive!!! I will slowly be adding back some of my favorite fics because my blog feels empty w/o them, but I also have an AO3 with everything in the meantime. I hope you all still enjoy this hot mess of a fic. okay thank is all, mwahhhhhhh

Sukuna was supposed to die alongside Yuuji after consuming the last finger. Nobody could have imagined the hell that occurred on Yuuji’s last day. Instead of the God of Curses vanishing from this planet at once, a goal Yuuji lived on to complete, Sukuna was resurrected and even stronger than before. He continued to keep Yuuji’s facial features but was reverted into his true form. You couldn’t decide what was worse, losing your best friend or gaining a demon on Earth in the process.

Sukuna vanished moments after his rebirth and had been relatively peaceful, preoccupied with better things to do. Those things involving you.

After awakening into a fresh layer of flesh and kin, the four-armed man carried you away without a word, ignoring your pleas as they fell on deaf ears.

That was four days ago now. Sukuna had located you both to a desert location, one that was dark and reeked of depravity. It resembled a vast island, a gigantic house at dead spot center, everything feeling artificial. If you were to guess, you were living inside Sukuna’s developed domain. He had an entire posy of curses to serve his every need and desire, and as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, it felt like you were in a living hell. All you could hear were the intelligible whines from the spirits. You could barely sleep with all the noise.

Sukuna crafted a cursed user who resembled a human woman to watch over you; her name was Kea, meaning “care.” She was, as her name alluded, a caring and protective curse, one who tried to make your room resemble home though you both knew that’d never be possible.

You hadn’t seen Sukuna since the day you lost your best friend. You weren’t sure if you were grateful for this or had worst yet to come. Regardless, you knew the day would come where you would have to face him again. You just didn’t think it had to be today.

“Is it too hot?”

Your dull and tired eyes dragged up to the voice, Kea looking back at you with concern, making you wonder if she honestly produced those feelings or they were bred into her instead. You shook your head, looking down at the bathwater as she continued to sponge down your flush skin.

“It’s okay to be scared,” she whispered, filling the small bucket in her hands to rinse off your back.

“Mmm,” you weren’t in the mood to talk but felt terrible for the curse, birthed solely to protect over you. An impossible task, you thought, the world could never be safe if Sukuna was thriving in it.

“Do you know why you have to bathe me like this? There’s a shower over there. Not to be rude, it’s just uncomfortable to be treated like this.”

“Master Sukuna insisted,” she sighed, seeming as confused as you were. You didn’t blame her. She was as new to this world as you were.

“And you had to shave me because?”

“I’m afraid you have a better idea on that one than I do.”

You tensed, hoping she would have an answer instead of confirming your worst fears. Already imagining the grin on Sukuna’s face as he offered you up to his “nobel” cause, slaughtering you like a pig.

“Do you think I’m a sacrifice?”

“For what? I think he’s gotten all that he needs,” she held a light laugh, but you remained frozen, feeling suddenly freezing in the warm water.

“Don’t speak like that. If he hears you, he’ll kill you,” you rushed the words, as your heart jumped at the thought.

“I’m a curse. I can’t actually feel pain, right?” Her naive giggles made your jaw twitch.

You didn’t want to tell her the truth. Reminded of the multiple times Yuuji and you watched as curses cried out in pain.

“Right, sorry. I guess I forgot.”

Your body was wrapped in an intricate robe, the designs seeming to have a mind of their own as they moved fluidly, the overall color a blood red. Fitting, you thought, can’t ruin a robe with a bloodstain if it’s blood-colored to begin with.

Kea held her hand on the small of your back, guiding you along the wide and neverending hall you both traveled down. Once you reached a pair of double doors, she held her fist out to knock, and in panic, you grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Kea, if I- when I do die,” your voice is caught in your throat as tears threaten to spill, “I need you to escape to Jujutsu High and tell them I was killed. I don’t want them to search for me forever. Please, I beg of you.”

Her eyes are wide as you let go and face forward, straightening out your back and taking a deep breath, knocking on the door yourself.

“Come in.”

Your body crawled in goosebumps, but you stood your ground, letting Kea open the doors for you as you shut your lids in anticipation.

Oh.

It wasn’t really a room, more so a domain within another domain. The atmosphere was hot and thick. Endless smokey red skies surrounding the one large bed in the center. The ground was layer upon layer of bones. You hoped they were just a quirk of his domain and not remains of the copious amount of innocent people he had slaughtered. You looked down, and wondered if you were walking on the lifeless corpses you would soon join.

Raising your head, your eyes zone in on the devil himself, Ryomen Sukuna. His presence was… Overwhelming, to say the least. His robe hung only on his hips, the same fabric as yours, leaving his upper body completely bare. His muscular tattooed arms were distracting you as your feet dragged you to him, so distracting you hadn’t noticed Kea left your side until the door snapped shut, making you jump.

He chuckled darkly, a horrible noise you decided, as it stemmed from a man who knew nothing but hatred and pain.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of me, kitten.”

He grinned widely, and you weren’t sure which pair of eyes to look at, so you focused on his torso, which had a horizontal indent you couldn’t quite decipher.

You stayed silent, walking as slow as possible, ignoring the heat that flooded your body as he stared back at you like you were his prey, an apex predator who was about to play with its food.

“You know, we’re not strangers. I lived through every interaction you had with Yuuji. I remember it all too.”

Your heart skips a beat, maybe two as you still, protesting any movement.

“Oh no,” his voice is slicked in sarcasm and taunt, “Do you still miss him? You’re not happy to see me?”

You huff lightly and continue to walk, cringing as your bare feet wobble against the shaky carcasses.

“Happy to see you? Forgive me. I just don’t understand how you jumped to that conclusion.”

He took a step forward, making you regret your tone, his eyes dark and intent.

“What a shame, because I’m very excited to see you again, Y/N.”

The way he said your name made your skin crawl as you looked up to him, finally in close enough distance to gain detail on his appearance.

You hated to admit how attractive he was. It was sinful to even try to justify his existence in the first place. The black ink that swarmed his body made you feel dizzy as you tried to follow the pattern, his muscles cascading and curving the designs. He was large and undeniably strong. You knew you had no fighting chance against him. Your technique and all the cursed energy that ran through your veins wouldn’t even tickle his stiff muscles.

“Yuuji really liked you, you know. He was always thinking about you. It was beyond annoying.”

He held out one of his arms, and you hesitantly placed your hand in his, shocked at the size difference. His skin felt hot to the touch, his long black nails grazing your wrist as he walked you over to the bed.

“He was such a pussy, though, would never admit to you how much he liked you. I despised that,” he almost groaned in annoyance like this was all some sort of game to him. “Always jacking off to you, staring at your ass when you walked away, it was pathetic.”

You flinched into his touch as you sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him in a mix of surprise and disgust.

“Sukuna?” Your voice was almost inaudible, so small and light, but the pounding in your ears disabled your volume recognition.

“That’s Master Sukuna to you, kitten,” he narrowed his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up as you continued.

“Master Sukuna. Sorry. I just- I want to get it over with. Please.”

He licked his lips in a clean and quick swipe. You sucked in a breath as you noticed his tongue was actually two, like one large one split in half.

“If you’re going to kill me, just make it quick.”

It was his turn to be surprised, as he let out a sadistic laugh and dropped your hand from his as he held it to his chest dramatically. What an asshole.

“Kill you? Do you seriously think I’m going to kill you? You are so naive, kitten.”

“Then why bring me here?” your voice is shaky as you begin to understand his intent, his smile sharing all the details you wished he would spare.

“Well, Yuuji might have been a pussy, but I'm not. I hope you were able to cope with the days I allowed you to adjust.”

“Adjust? How can I adjust? I don’t even know where we are, and I’ve barely slept at all since we’ve arrived here.”

Your voice is too harsh for his liking, but your body screamed fatigue and drain, so he let it slide.

“Did Kea not make you feel safe? Was she not good to you?”

You shook your head quickly in panic, “No, she is very kind. None of it is her fault. There’s just no way I could ever feel safe here.”

A look of pain flashed on his face, and somehow you regretted the words, wanting to apologize but knowing he didn’t deserve gratitude.

“Where do you feel most safe?” His eyes moved from your face to your neck, making your shoulder rise in embarrassment at how intense the gaze was. One of his arms pushed it back down, steadying you before it moved the top of your robe slightly off your shoulder. He kept his palm flat on the delicate area, caressing it gently.

“Home, I feel safe at home. I want to go home.”

You yelp as you felt teeth bite down hard on the shoulder he was touching, drawing blood and making your body jolt towards him.

“This is your home now.”

You tried to move away from his touch, but another hand gripped your waist to hold you in place.

“I’ve always been fascinated by you Y/N, Yuuji may be an idiot, but he didn’t have bad taste in women.”

He leaned forward, making sure he had your full attention, ”I’ve always noticed you. I’ve always cared for you, deeply.”

Your body is tugged closer to him as two of his arms link behind your back, and the others push down the top of your robe completely. He exhaled deeply at the sight of your breasts, your nipples hard from the rush of adrenaline in your core, and you slammed your eyes shut.

“You have nothing to fear, little one. I’ll be gentle.”

You let your lids flutter back open, overwhelmed by his face and the complexity of it all.

“I’ve wanted you for such a very long time. I just want to look at you. For now.”

The hands on your waist lifted your body in the air as if you were utterly weightless, hovering you over his lap as his feet were planted on the ground. You rested your hands on top of his biceps, shocking him and you both in the process.

“Why am I so special? You could have created yourself a cursed user if you were so lonely.”

“Lonely?” he clicked his tongues, “Do I look like a man who could ever be lonely?”

“Well, you don’t look like a man at all,” you challenged, his two other free hands going to your face. One wrapped itself around your neck while the other squished your cheeks tightly together.

“Don’t test my patience,” he warned, the threatening tone making you squirm in his hold, “I don’t want to hurt you, so behave.”

You gasped out for air as he released his grip on your throat, coughing slightly as the hand on your cheeks fell to his side.

“Fuck you,” you spat in his direction. Your body was overwhelmed with rage as the hands that held his biceps were now engulfed in the blue flames of your cursed energy. “I hate you-”

He rolls his eyes as he shoves his palm flat onto your mouth, silencing your pleas, “Dumb slut. I told you I didn’t want to hurt you. Stop being so difficult.”

After struggling against his hold for a few moments, you stopped your fit, remembering he had the advantage in every aspect, and fighting would only screw you over more.

“You promise to be good now?” he prodded after noticing your submission. You nodded your head, relaxing your muscles into his grip, sliding your arms to your sides slackly.

Suddenly, you feel a tongue swipe your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth. The wet muscle moves masterfully, teasing you with its robust control. He watches closely as you let it lap around yours, instinctively moving against it, “Good girl.”

He released the palm, making you flustered as your tongue hung out of your mouth, and you panted lightly.

“Did you just kiss me?” You focused your eyes down, staring at your naked chest, at how his arms supported you so effortlessly.

“No, I can if that’s what you’re implying. I just wanted to taste you,” he scoops two hands under your armpits, as the ones on your waist untie your robe and let it fall underneath you.

You shut your legs tightly together, but he quickly opens them, moving you closer so his knee can keep them parted. He notices the trickle of arousal that’s running down your thigh, making him hiss slightly, as if the sight was too much, even for him.

“May I touch you?” His eyes are glued to your heat before he looks back up to your face. You’re surprised he had the decency even to ask, making you question if he was serious earlier about caring for you. At least to the extent such a cruel man could care.

“How?” you sound so pathetic, almost lost, that he takes one last look at your naked body before turning you to sit on his lap. You jump up after feeling two long, and hard clothed lengths press into your bare ass. Did that mean he has two-

“I never do foreplay, so you should feel honored,” his breath is hot on your neck as he keeps all of his arms to his sides patiently, “I’m going to touch your breasts first, is that alright?”

Why is he so polite? “Okay,” you didn’t like how easy it flew out, but curiosity and just the way his eyes pierced your body made you feel valued under his touch. He’d only brought you, of all people, to his personal vacation. That had to mean something, at least.

Two arms wrapped tightly across your stomach as his two free hands palmed your breasts delicately, fondling them as you released a soft moan.

“So responsive,” he praised, planting a wet kiss onto your shoulder, “Do you want to feel my mouth too?”

Your cheeks flooded with heat, nodding eagerly as you looked down to see two mouths appear on his palms, then latch onto your nipples. He gripped your tits tightly in his large hands, squeezing them while releasing a satisfied hum into your neck. You squirmed at the sensation, the tortuous sucking, the nibbling on your nubs. It was euphoric.

“Sukuna,” you moaned, yelping as one of the arms wrapped around your stomach was released, and he slapped your thigh harshly.

“Master Sukuna,” he reminded you, “I don’t take disrespect kindly, and you’ve already broken many rules. Be careful how you speak.”

He rubbed the thigh he just slapped, a tongue brushing up and down it to soothe the sting, the sensation making you shriek.

“Master Suk- Sukuna,” you managed, bouncing in his lap as the vibration of his laugh rippled through you.

You whimpered when he released the hands on your chest, turning around to pout at him, his eyes dark and lustful as he focused on your puffed-out bottom lip.

“It’s okay, kitten. I’m not done. We haven’t even started.”

The words excited you, but the feeling of the two hard members hidden under his robe gave a pang of anxiety, not entirely sure how they would be involved in this.

“Come here,” he cooed, his arms flipped you to face him as they carried you, his body backing up until his head rested by the headboard on pillows. He planted you down, your bare cunt resting on his torso as your thighs straddled him. You couldn’t help but notice how his two cocks were lying flat on it, poking your ass as he positioned you where he wanted.

“I want to try something with you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” fuck. You were certain you had said no, but your racing heart overpowered your mind. The man was the cause of your best friend’s death and millions of others. Yet he looked so gentle staring back at you, in admiration and amusement.

“I thought you hated me?”

His eyes still on your tits, the way they’re hovering over his chest, and he presses your back down so you’re flush against him. He groans as your breasts press into him, your faces close, as his eyes run frantically over your face, almost like he’s nervous.

“I should, shouldn’t I?” You're full of the same rush he’s experiencing, a sense of forbidden love, though it would be safer to call it lust.

“Did you like Yuuji?” his tone is light, foreign with how it hits you so smoothly.

“No, he’s not my type,” you’re staring at his lips, wondering how two tongues would feel in your tiny mouth.

“What is your type then?” he smirks slightly, feeling the mess you’re making all over his stomach with your arousal.

“I don’t know,” you breathe, dropping your head lower, waiting for his lips to touch yours. “I guess I like the ‘bad boys’. Yuuji was always… a sweetheart.”

“Bad boys will break your heart,” he chimes, full-on smiling at how desperate you’ve become for him, a literal monster in human flesh.

“You already broke mine,” your tone is at a hush, as you remind him that he was the reason you lost Yuuji in the first place.

You cry out as a tongue presses into your wet folds, arching back and grabbing Sukuna’s shoulders tightly as he watches in amazement.

“Your stomach has a-”

“A mouth? Yeah. It’s not convenient, but you seem to enjoy it.”

He pulls you back down, letting your lips crash with his, moaning as his tongues invade your mouth. His stomach’s tongue rubs up and down testily before focusing on putting pressure on your clit.

Your legs are shaking around him, and you break the intense kiss just to scream profanities at how overstimulating it is. Your hips are bucking to leave, but he has two hands there pressing you into the mouth, not allowing you to escape as tears roll down your cheeks. He has two hands back on your breasts, less gentle than last time, sure to leave marks.

“It’s okay, kitten, you can cum, don’t be shy,” his voice is husky and almost strained. All he can taste is you, and, it’s driving him insane.

“Too- too much-” you dig your nails into his skin, but he only takes it as an invitation. He removes a hand from your side to lower and press against your mound. His palm creates a second mouth, tasked solely with sucking and grazing your bundle of nerves, as the other tongue teases your sopping hole. It’s too tight for the large muscle to penetrate, making his neck twitch.

“Have you ever?” He realizes you can’t respond, too busy whining and crying, but continues anyway, “Have you ever- fuck.”

He’s cut off as you cum sloppily against him, tongues drenched in your slick as they continue to lick you clean, “Master, please,” you whimper with tear-stained cheeks. He freezes at the reaction, not sure what emotion resides behind your shut eyes.

You collapse onto his chest, shaking against it as his hand and stomach mouth vanish. He hesitates as his arms wrap around you in a tender embrace, an act he’s never done once in his whole existence.

“More, please,” you sniffle into the crook of his neck. He keeps his eyes focused up into the abyss, hoping you don’t feel the way his heart is pounding for you.

“Careful what you wish for, kitten,” he mumbles as a hand goes running through your hair. Every touch is as foreign to you as it is him. If you were any other woman, you would have been disposed of by this point, a quick and hard fuck that ended with a slit to your throat.

You shuffle your body up so you can bury your head into his shoulder, your mind too overwhelmed with the tingly sensation that floods your body to remember the man beneath you is the reincarnation of the Devil. Possibly worse.

“Answer my question first, okay?” you gasp as you feel two hands grabbing your ass, massaging them as one hand goes under your chin to meet his face. “Are you a virgin?”

You try to shove your face back down, but he keeps you locked in his gaze, “So yes?”

“Yes,” you take your lip into your mouth to nibble on it nervously as his hands trail to lift your hips off of him.

“I don’t think you want more then,” his voice caresses your soul with how mesmerizing it is, a mix of softness with a cutting edge of hidden threat. “Mmm, let me restate that. I don’t think you can take more.”

He uses his one free arm to remove his robe and chuck it to the side, your head reflexively tries to look, but he holds your chin still.

“Maybe another time, okay? We have all the time in the world here.”

He rests your body to the side of him, and you gulp as your previous theories are confirmed. Two large, long, and sinfully girthy cocks rest between his hips. They’re positioned vertically on top of each other, and your eyes drag down as they settle on his balls. They’re huge, making you verbally gasp as you focus on their shape. Like plump fruits, you felt an urge to suck for sweet nectar. Your mouth watered uncontrollably, watching as he let one of his hands grip each of his lengths, precum dripping down his shaft until it trickled over his fingers.

He rolled his eyes at how in awe you were, but most of all, he felt relief and security in the way your eyes beamed at his manhood like he was a god. “I want you to sit in front of me with your legs open, okay?”

You nodded, your eyes stuck to his groin as he began pumping himself, his hands veiny and grizzly as they move up and down his shafts.

You obediently opened your legs, feeling incredibly exposed as he sucked in a breath at the sight of your slightly swollen slit, recalling the taste as it still lingered on his tongue.

“Good, just stay right there and flash your pretty cunt for me,” he praised, his two free arms wrapping behind his neck as he relaxed into his touch.

It was unbelievably erotic, but you couldn’t help but feel selfish, moving to tap on his thigh innocently. He groaned at you, how you were shutting down his orders so quickly.

“What now?” His voice was thick with annoyance, making you shutter slightly, but feeling brave, you gently caressed the skin of his leg.

“Can I?” your voice is calm and yet obviously erratic, as your eyes race to find validation in his features.

“Can you what?” His tone softened, feeling more amused than pissed that you ended his viewing party.

“Touch you,” you looked back down at the slow pace of his hands, figuring you could easily do the same.

“Are you doing it because you want to, or because you think I want you to?”

“Does it matter?”

“To me, yes.”

“To be honest,” you scooted yourself closer, resting your legs to the side as you sat right near his left hip. “It’s both.”

You decided to test your limits, crawling your hand near his balls and scooping them into your palm. He was dead silent as he analyzed your reaction.

“So soft,” you crinkle your nose, then look back at him, immediately retracting your hand in fear at the dark look he presented you with. “Oh um, sorry I-”

One of the arms behind his head moved to grip your fleeting wrist, placing your hand back on him for contact. “It’s okay, just be gentle,” you truly wondered if this was the real Sukuna. He just seemed so caring and patient.

You nodded your head shyly, keeping eye contact as your hand replaced one of his own, then focused on watching his movements closely to mimic them. Your hand looked so small around his meaty girth and was a complete contrast to his calloused hands, so soft and delicate against his pulsing cock.

You leaned your head down to his member, swirling your thumb around his tip to catch precum before curiously putting it in your mouth.

He watched with anticipation as you sucked on your thumb, staring back at him with wide eyes and an innocent expression. He tasted slightly bitter and yet sweet, a strange combination you weren’t familiar with.

Not feeling satisfied by the small swipe, you let your tongue hang from your mouth as you gave his dripping head a tiny lick, earning a deep groan from Sukuna.

You slowly licked your lips, scooping any remains you might have missed, before leaning back down to plant a chaste kiss on his tip. It was a cute favor, maybe even a slight thank you to him for letting you live out your curious nature. But what you did next? It was nothing but pure spite.

You backed up, so you were sitting far away from him, his jaw slacks as he tries to comprehend what just happened.

“You can continue now,” you speak after the deafening silence has become too much.

“That was it? You’re going to stop?”

“I thought you said I couldn’t take it,” the grin you shot him was unexpected, catching him completely off guard.

You couldn’t possibly be teasing the God of Curses. Right?

You spread your legs out for him again but decide to add a new component, your fingers going down to collect your slick and place them into your mouth. You moaned around your slender digits, Sukuna still stunned and motionless as his arms laid by his sides.

“Y/N,” his voice is coarse, adding more heat to your already overwhelmed core, “Do not play such childish games with me. You seem to have forgotten who I am and what I can do.”

“Did I?” your leg twitches as you insert a finger into your tight cunt, one he hasn’t been able to feel himself yet.

He sits up, swiftly bringing your back to his chest, as he spreads your legs widely open, two hands gripping your thighs to keep them parted. His cocks are pressing into your lower back, the sheer weight of them enough to make you gasp as he pushes a palm into your stomach to keep you flush to him.

“You want more?” it’s almost a growl, like part of him was about to break.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”

You turn your head at the sound of snapping and slight crackling, shocked to find Sukuna biting his nails down to the nub, spitting the black tips out off the side of the bed. He grins back at your clueless expression once he finishes the task, sending a chill down your spine.

“Just don’t want to scrape you, kitten. That wouldn’t be very nice of me.”

You gasp as his hand snakes in between your thighs, his fingers spreading your lips open as a mouth appears on his palm, giving a long swipe at your heat before disappearing. He’s holding you too tight to squirm, but your body shakes regardless, his fingers now circling your sopping hole testily.

“What a needy slut, getting this wet after you already came for me. How many times until you’re satisfied?” He collects your slick with his fingers to show you how coated they are, dripping onto your tummy before he shoves them into your mouth.

“I’ll be honest, I never really do this kind of thing,” he nibbles on your shoulder to earn a small yelp as he slips his fingers out from your lips, “Let’s see how I do, huh?”

He lets one finger enter you, slow and patient, trying to feel every ridge you hold within you. You press your head back into his shoulder. He tilts his to watch your expression as he curves the digit inside you, feeling your gummy walls cling around him to accommodate the slight stretch.

“Fuck, you’re so tiny. I’m not even sure my cock will even fit,” he shuts his eyes momentarily, becoming overwhelmed himself. Drunk on the new possibilities he was never awarded while trapped inside the lighthearted pink-haired boy.

A soft moan leaves your parted mouth, your lips wet from your own arousal, and God, they look plump enough to bite. He brings himself close, his breath at your right ear as he slides his finger out and back in.

“Tell me how you feel, kitten.”

It’s hard to think when he suddenly latches himself to your neck, sucking and giving wet, rushed kisses and tongue swipes.

“Your finger feels so much bigger than mine, I-” you catch your breath as he presses his palm against your clit, adding slight pressure as his finger picks up its pace, “I never do more than one.”

He adds another finger the moment you say it, causing your walls to clench around him in shock. He hisses into your shoulder, “Gonna add a mouth, okay? It’ll distract from the pressure.”

You nod your head, whimpering as a warm tongue is now lying flat against your bundle of nerves, making your eyes shut as the mouth takes your clit in to suck and play.

His two fingers have quickened inside of you, the lewd mewls and cries escaping your body only coaxing him to deliver more, “Feels so good Suk-”

You stutter, correcting yourself, “Master Sukuna.”

“What a quick learner,” he purrs into your now hickey-ridden neck, beyond sensitive and raw, making you yelp when he bites down on it playfully.

Your hands which were previously squeezing the sheets, now move behind your back to find his lengths. He groans as you take one of his cocks into your small hand and give it a squeeze.

“Patience, kitten, don’t tempt me, or I will shove both these cocks in your dirty little mouth,” he warns you, and you gasp at the thought, getting more aroused than nervous.

You pump him in off-rhythm strokes, not able to gain complete control with him behind you, and undoubtedly distracted by how perfectly he’s finger fucking you. It doesn’t really matter to him though, even the slightest of your touches has him itching for more. He’d swallow you whole if you’d let him.

He can feel how close you are. It’s almost embarrassing how quick you came from his touch, making him tsk as your moans became whiny and high pitched.

“You gonna cum for me like the filthy whore you are?” The hand on your stomach rises as he takes one breast into it and grabs it harshly.

You can’t respond, too busy now gripping his thighs for a sense of stability as he continues to rock your world. He jiggles your tits in his hands, sucking in a breath as he watches them shake, not even realizing how you’d already released all over his fingers.

He continues pumping, making you squeal at the intensity, which finally catches his attention. He slides his fingers out swiftly, the mouth on his palm disappearing as he loosens his grip on you.

“Sorry, kitten, I got distracted,” his voice is husky and practically a whisper as he takes his drenched fingers into his mouth as sucks them in one go, resulting in a loud smacking noise from his lips.

“S’kay,” you breathe, turning around in his lap to face him, surprised he even lets you. You both freeze when your bare and soaked cunt brushes against his shafts. Eyes connected into a shared look of anticipation.

“Are you sore?” He grabs your hips to hike you off him, hovering you over his lap to prevent any more slip-ups. He’s too close to snapping completely. Too close to filling both your holes without warning and fucking you silly. Nothing is stopping him from doing so, but it doesn’t feel right, not with how you look back at him like he was someone you could learn to love.

“Mmmhmm,” you nod and plant your hand on his cheek. He stills under the caress but doesn’t stop you from brushing your fingers against his jawline. He lets his eyes close, allowing you to gently swipe your finger pads over his lids, “Thank you though. You were umm. Perfect.”

His eyes snap open, making your hand yank back, afraid you’ve upset him. One of his hands grabs your wrist, placing the hand that escaped to reside back onto his cheek. Instead of dropping it, he holds your hand steady there, creating an unexpectedly intimate moment between you too.

“I’m going to heal you, okay? Stay still.”

You had almost forgotten he had the power, only ever using it on Yuuji as he was too selfish to even think of saving anyone besides himself. You suddenly felt more awake and alert, yet soothed and calm. It was as if your nights of sleepless terrors were erased, giving you an exhilarating rush of energy.

You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t help but want to kiss him as a thank you, as you swoop down to meet him. Your lips are eager against his, catching him off guard with the intent they hold, almost begging him to give in to your desires.

He loosens the grip on your waist, allowing you to lower into his throbbing lengths, moaning into his mouth as you feel the thick members press against you.

You have both of your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to stay connected to you, your tongue dancing with his as he uses one of his hands to grab one of his shafts. He pries his tip in between your wet folds, swiping up and down it to collect your slick, as you push down to meet him better, his hands stopping you.

He pulls out of the kiss, “Y/N, I am begging you not to do that-”

You take the distraction of him talking as an opportunity, his grip loosening as he is focused on warning you not to play games with him, that he can only be so gentle for so long. All caution is thrown out and burned as you press yourself down onto his tip, letting it enter you.

You shut your eyes tightly at how it stings, stretching you out so much, yet he’s barely inside you. The pain is soon erased, and your eyes widen as you look back at him, realizing he’s helping you with his healing properties.

“You fucking slut. I-” he takes a deep breath as he tries not to focus on how your pussy is trying so hard to suck him in, “I told you to stop fucking testing me.”

You scream into his shoulder, grabbing his biceps with tremendous pressure and need, as his hands guide you down his entire length in one swift movement.

“I’ll make sure you’re not in too much pain, but this will still,” he raises you slightly before thrusting his hips up to meet you again, “This will still be a lot on you.”

He’s right, it doesn’t hurt, but it still leaves you dumbfounded. His cock is threatening to rip your body in half with how it’s stuffing your tight hole, stretched being an understatement at how well he fills you. You can sense your cervix will be bruised by how easily he reaches it, how easily his swollen tip pounds against it. But, you’re not afraid. He looks at you with an undertone of softness you could have never expected him to carry, and his personal choice to heal you could only mean he preferred that more than an excruciating painful alternative.

He was a cruel man, sadistic and high off other’s screams of pain and fear, enjoying the suffering he caused. But you? It made him cringe at the thought. He would scream at Yuuji whenever you got hurt during missions, practically begging to let him take over so that he could heal you before Shoko could. Yuuji refused to tell you, almost jealous at how he was obviously not the only one to treasure you. Afraid of what might happen if you fell soft for such a complex twisted, and wicked soul.

You bite down on his shoulder, drawing blood as he continues to pulse into you, his other cock rubbing in between your ass as he does so.

“Such a good little whore for me, taking my cock so fucking well,” he rushes the words, too swallowed by how you kept tightening around him, almost making it impossible to move.

“How do you feel, kitten?” He’s shocked to find your tongue licking up the blood that blossomed on his skin before you sit up, so he’s finally able to see his cock entering you.

“Please don’t stop.”

God, you’re an angel, he wants to tell you, but he’s not ready to be so open just yet. And he notices how your body twitches when he calls you such degrading names, realizing you enjoy them too much for your own good, deciding to give you the ride of your life.

He flips you onto your back, not leaving your tight cunny unattended for even a moment, continuing to fuck it into oblivion. Two hands go to wrap around your ankles, holding them up near his face as his other hands grip your thighs tightly, steadying your body as he slams into it.

His other cock is poking at your ass, almost begging to get a chance to join, and he almost gasps as you speak, “Both please, I want both.”

He slows his rhythm, his eyes extremely dark as they pierce into your hot and heavy face, “You want to be daddy’s little slut, don’t you? God, you’re so fucked in the head.”

He slips out of you and hitches you higher up towards him, your ass now by his abdomen, and you cry out as you feel a tongue escape the area and press against you. It pries into your foreign area, making your hands move from gripping the sheets to your own breasts, needing something more substantial.

The tongue enters your impossibly tight hole as he watches you closely, “Sorry, doll, I don’t own lube, but this should do just fine.”

You gasp for air as the large wet muscle leaves you unexpectedly and is replaced with his second cock’s head as you are lowered to meet him again. Both now aligned to enter you as he waits patiently for your following command.

“Tell me how badly you want daddy to fuck you,” his eyes resonate at the beautiful sight of your completely drenched holes, so pretty and perfect, just for him to destroy.

“Fuck, please daddy, fuck me, please please ple-”

One of the hands on your thighs leaves to slap your ass harshly, “Once was enough, now you’re just getting desperate,” he smirks before gripping your thigh again, shoving his two monster cocks into you.

You’ve never felt more full in your life. It was as if you were empty before and hadn’t realized it. He rolls his eyes back as he begins a torturous pace, slow and yet too much for you to handle, almost preferring the relentless thrusts he delivered previously.

You’re squirming for him to quicken his movements since you can really feel his girth with how intently he enters in and out of you, every vein detectable as you flutter around him.

“Please, faster-”

You’re cut off by a hand leaving your left thigh to wrap around your neck, the pressure calculated not to cut off all air supply, but definitely having the intent to stunt you.

“Stupid slut. You’re going to regret those fucking words. I was trying to be nice.”

You scream out in a mix of pleasure and total shock as his cocks ram into you much harder than before, and he practically growls as he looks at your crying pathetic face. You surprise him when the hands on your tits wrap around his wrist, pushing them harder into your throat as his hips move at an inhumane rhythm to meet your fragile frame.

“You really are fucked up, huh?” He tsks to himself, “You like fucking demons like me? Your little cunt is sloshing so loudly around my cock I can hardly think.”

You shake your head, dropping the hands on his wrist to press behind you and lift your chest up. He notices the struggling attempt as your lower body remains in the air from his hands gripping your ankles, and decides to release them. Your legs wrap around his torso as he snakes the now free arms behind your back to bring you up to him, a steady hand still on your neck.

“Why the fuck are you shaking your head? You really want to lie to me right now?”

You were just adjusting to his rapid pace, and the switch of positions made all your work for nothing, hitting you somehow even deeper at the new angle.

Your words are a complete mess as you say them, your faces almost touching with how close he held you to his chest. “No, I- it’s only you.”

“Elaborate,” he tosses back, not wasting any time, but remembers you’re a whimpering mess and decides to slow down just for you to speak.

You catch your breath as you rest your forehead on his shoulder, gasping into it, “It’s you. I don’t want demons. I only want you.”

He’s glad you can’t see his face, can’t read his reaction before he slams back into you, returning to the previous state he held as his two cocks penetrate your abused holes.

For a moment, his heart pangs, almost bursting with your submission, knowing it’s not his body you crave to explore, but instead the enigma of soul that rests inside it.

“Good,” anything more, and he would break under your warm embrace, as your wrap your arms around his neck and look up to him with doe runny eyes and a permanently open mouth that screams out just for him.

“I am the only man allowed to fuck you or even touch you. In fact, even look at you,” your mind is spinning as the tightening spring in your stomach was already crushed after your first orgasm, and you now felt like you were stuck at a peak of a toe-curling release constantly.

“You’ll be my pretty little whore, won’t you? Say you will kitten.”

You’re both so overwhelmed that you both don’t notice how many times you’ve cummed all over him, as you’re never able to ride out an orgasm and instead held in the state of ecstasy endlessly. It’s not until your begging for his release that he realizes you’ve had enough.

“I promise, let me make you cum. Please.”

He sucks in a breath as he analyzes your blissful face, diving his lips to yours to suck in every single moan that escapes the burrow of your throat, captivating you as his.

He releases the hand on your throat to instead entangle into your hair, pushing you deeper into the kiss. Your fingers rake his hair before taking it into your small fits and tugging slightly, causing him to groan at your eager nature. His lips and tongue become feral against yours, his cocks slamming into you so hard your body shakes unremorsefully.

“So fucking perfect.”

He releases a deep moan as he pulls back slightly, his eyes steady with yours, as both of his cocks simultaneously fill you. The thick spurts of his seed are shot into you with unbelievable force and speed as if he was built up for years. Well, he was built up for years.

He holds you close, eyes racing around your face to scope your body’s current state, afraid he didn’t help you out enough.

“How do you feel, kitten?” The voice doesn’t even sound like Sukuna. It’s too soft and sweet. You pause for a moment to process the fact he could ever hold such a tone.

“Numb,” you answer honestly and nods slowly, waiting for you to give him more, “It’s kind of peaceful.”

He smiles widely before it shifts into a stupid grin, and for a moment, he almost looked like Yuuji with how playful and happy he looked.

“Sorry, was that weird?” You rest your head back onto his shoulder in embarrassment, but the hand in your hair moves to cradle your chin back up to face him.

“No, it’s just, I’ve never gotten that response before. Or well, sometimes a response at all.”

You should be afraid by the statement, as it alludes to the happenings of his dark and twisted past, but your heart warms at how delighted his face looks.

“I’m gonna slide out, okay? You’re gonna feel really uncomfortable for a moment, but I’ll go slow.”

You nod and close your eyes in anticipation, the hands on your hips lifting you off him as you wince, realizing he was right. You gasped as he was entirely out of you, noticing how much cum gushed out of you in the process and how empty you felt now that he was gone.

“Deep breath, kitten, deep breath,” he cooed into your chest as your lifted body allows your tits to be head level with him. He plants a delicate kiss in between your breasts before laying your body down onto the bed.

He stares at you for a moment, just taking in the sight of his hickeys marking all over your neck and chest, your holes seeping with his seed, and the innocent smile you give him as you raise your arms out and give him grabby hands to join you.

He lays down beside you, two of his right arms scooping behind your back so you can rest on top of him, your cheek pressed into his pec. You hum against his skin, your fingers tracing the black symbols of his chest, gentle and sweet as you silently praise him.

You yawn, feeling sleepy with how at peace you feel in his secure and strong arms, the other two caressing your back, carving out each and every curve.

“Suku?” The new nickname stuns him, but he refuses to punish you, not with how gentle it sounds, not with how much it makes his heart race. “I’m sorry I didn’t touch you. I can now if you’d like me to.”

“Shhh,” he rubbed your back tenderly, “I told you we have all the time in the world. It can wait, okay? Today can just be about you.”

He leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Don’t feel so bad for enjoying yourself. I might have even enjoyed it more than you did, if I’m honest.”

There’s a moment of silence as you’re not sure how to reply to that, and he releases a light and airy laugh.

“Besides, I’d do anything for my queen.”

Your previously quiet presence is cut by giggling at his comment, nuzzling yourself deeper into his neck from embarrassment, “Queen? I am not a queen. Please do not tease me like that.”

“Aren't I the King of Curses? What else would that leave you to be?” He twirls a strand of your hair in one of his fingers, “You truly thought I would bring you all this way to kill you? I’d say it pained me but it’s not off character, I guess.”

You tense against him, but his warm and rough hands massage the pressure out of your aching mind and soul.

“You want me to be.... your partner?”

“Yes, forever by my side. I knew ever since the day I laid eyes on you.”

Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest as you arched your back to look down at him. “Forever? Is there even such a thing?”

He nods his head, a soft grin on his lips, “It’s impossible, but, I should not be allowed to exist, and yet here I am. I’ll tell you more about it later, okay?”

“Right now I just want to hold you. In my own arms, not his. Please.”

You nod, blushing slightly at how romantic the criminal man could be.

“Okay, and,” you kissed his nose before going back to his neck, “Forever sounds good to me.”

He chuckles lightly, wrapping the arms around your back a little tighter to feel you even closer.

“I’m glad you think so. This truly is just our beginning.”

“Our origin story.”

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did i just bingeread everything you posted? absolutely. do i regret it. absolutely not. ✨you are an amazing writer!!!💕 And while we’re at it can i request a scenario where Niragi goes crazy and scares his s/o really bad but he gets kinda soft and tries to comfort them later? If that makes sense haha And also a giant thank you for writing in gender neutral!!🥺💕

Thank you so much for reading my fics! I’m honestly really flattered haha 😅 Here is you’re request!

Comfort From A Tormentor | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC)

Summary: Niragi tries to comfort you, his S/O, after you witnessed his murderous behaviour for the first time

Warnings: toxic relationship, blood, murder, graphic violence, pushy behaviour, reader watches someone being killed, going into shock, panic attack, quite intense trauma, slight abuse of power

Word Count: 2.4k

*reader is gender-neutral

You always knew that Niragi wasn’t the kindness at The Beach, which was quite blatantly obvious. When people heard you guys had gotten together and were now in an established relationship, you had many people express their concerns privately with you, labelling him as an evil and violent character. You always shook it off, because you’d seen nothing of the sort during the time you had spent with him.

The worst you ever saw him say or do was a threat, or a short punch to the ribs as a warning, but even then the victims usually deserved it. You hadn’t experienced one of Niragi’s ‘outbreaks’ that people have discussed with you about. You started to believe it was all rumours to keep you away from him until he lost it one night in front of you, causing you to believe everything you had been told about him.

It was a usual night at The Beach, people parading around the pool and filling their brains and sinuses with alcohol, allowing them to forget their shared hardships for the evening.

You sat in a small booth that was excluded from the rest of the crowd. Your head was leaning on Niragi’s broad shoulder as you watched everyone dance to the blaring music. You felt the bass vibrate through the ground and in your chest, making you excited from the fun atmosphere.

Niragi lifted his hand and pet your head softly. “You okay little mouse?” he checked, bringing his face closer to yours and placing his lips on your cheek. You turned your head towards him and brushed your lips on his. “Yeah, I’m just tired,” you whispered. Niragi smirked and rubbed his hand along your bare leg. “We can go to bed soon, let’s just stay a little longer.”

Niragi shifted underneath you and stood up, making you lean back against the cushioned backrest. “I’m going to get a drink,” he stated bluntly before picking up his rifle from the small table that sat in front of you. “Don’t let anyone touch you otherwise you’ll regret it.”

You felt uneasy at his threat, but you knew if you just listened to him he would never carry through his brutal promises. He wasn’t that hard of a personality to figure out.

You watched as he strolled away towards the bar, leaving you by yourself and cold in the booth. You moved your eyes from him and looked around to everyone else, watching a few people jump into the pool and laugh together. You wished Niragi had less of a important placing at The Beach so he could relax like everyone else instead of constantly having to deal with stupid drunken dickheads causing trouble.

You looked over towards the bar again to see if you could spot Niragi, but couldn’t see him from where you were sitting. You needed to go to the bathroom and you were wondering if you could make it before he returned. You shrugged your shoulders and stood up on your feet to leave. It wouldn’t be that long, and besides if he did some back to you not being there, you were sure he wouldn’t mind. It’s just the bathroom.

You quickly made your way past the few crowds of dancing bodies. The smell of sweat and alcohol filled your nostrils as you pushed through, making your face scrunch up in disgust. No matter how long you spend there, you would never grow used to the party smell.

You made your way to the lobby to get to the bathroom located there. It was a quiet walk and hardly anyone was in the halls. It made you more calm, knowing that no one was around to bring you a hard time.

But unfortunately, you thought too soon. As you arrived at the lobby and were crossing the main lounge area, a young man with jet black hair and blue board shorts stood up from one of the couches. You failed to notice him earlier due to him being hidden behind the backrest.

“Oh hey!” he exclaimed your way excitedly. “I thought you’d come here. I saw you drink a rather large cocktail earlier so I just guessed you’d show up some time soon or later.”

You froze in shock, looking the man up and down with confusion written on your face. “What?”

He shook his head as he slowly made his way over to your frame. “Forget it. I wanted to get you away from your psychotic side piece so I could get a chance with you without being killed.” His smile was a bit too creepy for your liking, bringing an unpleasant tingling feeling up your back.

You stepped back as he attempted to reach out and grab your hand. He slowly recoiled with a frown on his tanned face. You shook your head and hands, denying his movements towards you. “No thanks actually. I’m not interested,” you insisted, turning your back to try and escape into the bathroom.

You felt your heart drop from the sudden grip on your wrist, pulling you back towards the annoying man and into his chest. He lifted your chin so you were looking at him and crashed his lips onto yours.

You panicked, ripping your arm out of his grip and pushing him away from you. He stumbled back a bit before smirking at your angered expression.

“What the fuck was that?!” you screamed at him, wiping his saliva off of your mouth in disgust. “Did no one ever teach you what no means?!”

Before the man could respond, a piercing sound of gunshots rang through the room. You covered your ears and dropped to the ground in fear of being hit. You looked towards the man and saw him crouching as well with a few bullet marks scattering the carpet around him. They barely missed him.

You kept your head down low in case of another load being shot at any moment, but you were grabbed by your upper arm and pulled up roughly after a few short moments. Niragi stood there, angered expression on his face and tightening his grip on your arm. You felt your blood pumping with adrenaline from his movements.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he hissed into your face, being way too quiet for your liking.

You didn’t know what to say. Your words were trapped in your throat, being held there by the shock of the gunshots and Niragi’s anger towards you.

“I told you to not let anyone touch you. And how hard is it to stay in one place for five minutes?!” His fist moved from your arm to your jaw, holding it tightly so you would face him. Tears were developing in your eyes. You tried to stop them from rolling down your cheeks in fear of angering Niragi more, but the pain throbbing in your jaw made it nothing but more difficult. This wasn’t the Niragi you knew. He’s never laid a violent hand on you before.

“Niragi, stop,” you whimpered out, holding onto his wrist that was hurting you. “It hurts.”

“I don’t care. You deserve to be hurt after not listening to me.” Niragi finally released his grip from your jaw. You dropped to the ground, clutching your face in pain and letting out quiet sobs. The look in his eyes was menacing, making him seem unpredictable. You were terrified, pushing your legs against the carpet to separate yourself from his tall frame.

You watched as he turned away from you and walked towards the young man, who scrambled to his feet to try and run away. But Niragi leaped towards him and grabbed his shoulder before he could do so. He pulled him back harshly onto the ground and placed a boot on his chest, keeping him there. The man struggled until Niragi held the barrel of his gun against his forehead, making the petrified man freeze underneath him.

You watched in horror as he leaned down and pressed harder and harder on his bare chest, making the defenseless man cry out in fear of breaking a rib. “You’ve made a huge mistake my friend,” he growled, sticking his tongue out and showing off his piercing. “You dare touch what’s mine, you suffer the consequences.”

You leant up against the concrete wall, feeling too weak and in shock to stand up. You cried and screamed as you watched Niragi stamp his foot incredibly harshly on the man’s head several times. Blood poured down the side of his face and he put his hands up in defense, which deemed useless against Niragi’s strength. Niragi didn’t stop, moving his aim from the man’s face to his chest, hands, stomach, groin and thighs. His screams of pain and suffering echoed around the room, ringing in your ears and making your heart ache. Yes, he did attempt to force himself onto you, but hearing another human screeching out for help when you could do nothing was one of the most painful things you could ever inflict on an empath such as yourself.

You shook violently and covered your eyes with your hands, not wanting to see anymore. You wanted to disappear, to evaporate into the wind. You wanted to wake up back at home, in your safe warm bed from before the Borderland. You felt sick from the contrasting differences between the world in your head and the one you were physically in. Why couldn’t you just fade away?

You felt a presence in front of your shivering form, and you slowly peeled away your hands to reveal the abuser in front of you, looking into your eyes worryingly. Your stomach dropped from catching a glimpse of the blood splattered lightly across his attractive features. You felt nausea building in your stomach, making you want to throw up.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Niragi lifted a hand and tried to place it on your cheek, but you flinched away violently and screamed as you crawled onto your hands and knees, attempting to quickly escape him. It was deemed almost impossible to do considering the emotional state you were in at that moment. You just watched your lover beat a man until the light left his eyes, you weren’t going to recover from the shock quickly.

You cried as he grabbed your ankle and roughly pulled you back. You struggled against his grip and tried to shake his hands off of your shoulders and waist desperately. You were terrified that he was going to hurt you, beat you until you were dead just like his other victim.

“Baby! Why are you so scared?! Hold still!” Niragi cried, attempting to hold your thrashing body against his to quiet you down. He was feeling desperate and helpless, what was happening to you? You’ve never done this before. He thought maybe you were in shock and thinking that he was the man trying to force himself on you.

“Y/N! It’s me! I’m here, you’re okay!” he cried in a frightened tone. He managed to pull you roughly by your waist into his lap and held the back of your head against his chest area. He began to shake himself, being so worried about your emotional state. He felt you suddenly stop struggling in his arms, hearing your soft sobs of fear against his shirt.

“What’s going on baby? You’re scaring me,” he groaned into your neck. You shivered against him, feeling too weak to even push yourself from his chest. You could do nothing but sit in his lap, terrified of the man who was attempting to comfort you.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now. He can’t hurt you anymore,” he cooed, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm your rapid breathing. He let out a shaky breath, being on the verge of tears. He felt his heart rapidly pumping in his chest, thumping against his ribcage. He was at least comforted at the fact that you were back in his arms, away from everyone and everything that wanted to separate you from him.

He leaned his head back and looked at your face tucked into his chest. He saw your tight hands scrunching his black and white button-up into themselves, making him feel soft at how vulnerable and small you looked.

“It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. I’ll always protect you.”

You tried to level your breathing, listening to Niragi’s heartbeat to focus on something else other than the fact that he had just murdered someone in front of you.

Everything everyone had said was true. Niragi was purely an evil person, filled to the brim with violence and murderous impulses. You repented your doubts so badly, wishing that you had listened. But you chose to give him a chance to be a good person for once in his life, and he threw it out the window. Only now, you couldn’t escape him. You had to now live with being the object of a murderer’s desires.

You felt Niragi snake his arms underneath your knees and shoulders gently, standing up from the ground with you in his arms. You clutched onto him from around his neck, tears still slowly travelling down your face.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm? My little baby must be so tired after all that.”

‘After all that’. He said it like it was nothing more than a bad day. Your boyfriend just killed someone in front of you and then just forced you back into his arms. This wasn’t a bad day, it was a traumatic experience that would stay with you for the rest of your life, remembering every detail and image of the event vividly.

“Niragi,” you mumbled. He glanced down to your weak frame, face going soft from the tired expression across your features. “Shh, don’t speak. Just go to sleep. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” He leaned down and placed a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You didn’t want him to be there when you woke. In fact, you didn’t want to wake up at all. You felt miserable and defenseless in his arms, wishing for nothing more than to wake up and for it to be all some horrific dream.

But you didn’t wake up, because it was your reality. Niragi’s delusional, obsessive and abusive mindset was nothing new anymore, it was normal everyday life for you from then on.