This Was Absolutely Amazing To Read~ I Loved The Madness Between Nagito And The Main Character Is Lowkey

This was absolutely amazing to read~ I loved the madness between Nagito and the main character is lowkey beautiful

russian roulette is not the same without a gun

Word count: 12.5k

Warnings: Inspired by Kakegurui, fingering, mentions of giving birth, gambling, guns, collars, reader wears lipstick, Master/doll dynamic, relatively feminine reader

Summary: The path to hell is always tricky, so only the devil knows the right routes. It's not like a mere snake could overtake the devil anyways.

Gambling is an art.

The way the dice rolls, the way the cards fold; everything is a carefully crafted move. Each gifted gambler wears a graceful smile on their face. The next card and move are beyond the reader. That's what makes gambling addictive. The way the white orb spins down the center, sliding into a random slot. The simplest way to drive a man mad with greed. The additional zero after the number, the exhilaration of winning a game. It's a simple game when you master it. But then again, it's addicting.

You stare at the building in front of you.

The rest of the students rush in behind you, and you stare at them silently. You wonder who you'd prey on. Well, it didn't matter. You're not here to do anything. Your family was nothing more than a bankrupt one. You were sent here with no mission. The only mission was to mingle among high society and find a rich guy to get married to. You stare at everyone, wondering who to pick up over your shoulder and steal a fortune off of. A black cat sits on top of the gates, and you're shoved to the side by a white-haired male. You blink at him.

"Ah, L/n, was it?" He stares at you, eyes sneering at you. "I didn't know poor people could come to this school without a housepet tag on them already."

You blink at him. "I'm allowed to call a gamble when I want, right?"

"Yeah," He laughs. "Going to gamble with me?"

You hum lowly, eyes sharp with tantalization. "Maybe another time. I need some quick money to bet before I have you kneel before me, no?"

He tries to argue back, but you're already gone in the school.

That was the first time Komaeda met you.

The second time, your eyes were red with mirth, an amused smile on your face.

Komaeda watches you from the crowd of students, you having made an incredible amount of money from simple betting already. Your fingers are nimble while picking up cards, and you seem to have quite the impressive luck. No. That would be an understatement. You've pulled two straight flushes and three full houses out of the seven hands you've had. A couple of students have considered that you're cheating, but no one was able to prove anything.

You stare at your hand, lips parting in mild surprise. The rest of the students stare at your opponent, sweaty with anxiety, worried about loss. Your nails are a pretty shade of emerald, streaks of gold sliding through the gaps. You stare at them, a smile on your face. Your voice is sweet, but your eyes are looking down on them. Your lips are a dark red, curled into a mesmerizing smile. You haven't bat an eye the entire time you've been playing.

"So?"

"Call." They swallow. There's no way you can beat a straight flush. They place their cards onto the table slowly, your smile widening as they do.

"Oops," you smile menacingly, tossing your hand onto the table. "Royal flush."

"And we have a winner!!!" The girl cheers. "Five Hundred Million Yen!!!"

Your opponent slams their head onto the table in tears. Five hundred million yen. You laugh at their loss, watching your ranking in the school climb to the middle. That would pay off half of the debt your family raked up. You weren't here to marry rich unless you were the rich one. Who would ever settle for a poor person in a school all about connections? You hold your hand out to them, smiling. "It was a lovely game. I hope you recover, kitty."

The election committee member smiles, sliding the chips to you, punching in the new number of your donation. You went from practically nothing to one of the top donors. You feel the chips between your fingers, and you smile. "How lovely! So, how will it be? Cash or cheque?"

Your opponent bares their teeth, lunging at you. You take a step to the side, them falling onto their face. "So?"

"Give me three days," They glare at you.

Komaeda watches you toss the chip in your hand as the election committee throws a housepet chain to the loser. They glare at you, hating the way you won so easily. It wasn't even possible to cheat. They had all the cards marked. How the hell did you even win? Surely someone was telling you the answers. You stare at them, eyes glistening with innocence. "Hm?"

"You dirty cheater! How'd you win? Huh?!"

You place a hand on their shoulder and lower your lips to their ear. "By using an algorithm and taking out every possible outcome based on your expression. Obviously."

You stand back up, and you wave at them, a halo over your head. "Best of luck, kitty!"

Komaeda smiles. You hadn't cheated. You had relied purely on expressions and the cheats the others set out in advance. You're quite the player. He wonders how you'll tear him down from his wealth. You click on your phone, lips pouting at the sight of you only barely in the middle. That wasn't good. If you wanted to regain all of the money your family lost, you would have to work harder than that. But nonetheless, it was an excellent bound to your name. You would get more gambling chances now that you've established your position.

The next game comes in the form of an overconfident child of a rich family.

"I heard you made a mess of Angie-senpai," She smiles at you, holding her hands out. "Ah, you have such nice nails..."

You smile at her. "Really? Thank you! I do them myself."

"Shall we play a game? It's relatively simple." She clasps your hands in hers. "It's called double memory! It's just a memory game with two decks of cards."

"Ah?" You beam. "Of course! I love a good memory game."

"Shall we start with a simple bet? How about 20 million?"

You stare at the two decks of cards, and you lift your fingers to your cheek. You pout. "Ah, I don't know if I have 20 million carried around on me..."

"I can borrow it to you. How about that?"

"Ah? Yes, then," You beam at her. "Please take care of me... sorry, I don't know your name."

"Shirogane-san," She smiles.

"I'll be in your care then, Shirogane-san!" You beam.

The two of you stand at the table, 54 cards spread out. You blink at the cards, and smile at the girl in front of you. Everyone chatters about the new student in class. The student who had destroyed Angie on their first day at school. Everyone wants to watch them play. Something about their pretty golden nails and charming lipstick. The smile of an angel, the hands of a devil. Everyone wants to know when you'll mess up.

Komaeda stands next to you, observing the cards on the table. He wonders if you could win based on pure memory. You seem like you'd be able to. But then again, it wouldn't be something like that. Shirogane's family is well known for producing toys and cosplay outfits. It wouldn't be surprising if she had won by cheating you. That would teach you your place.

You flip a card over.

Ace of Diamond.

You flip the second one over.

Ace of Clubs.

"Ah! How lovely!" You beam. "My tarot readings for the day."

"Excuse me?"

"An ace of diamonds means a gift of jewelry, a letter or message, or improvement," You flip the cards back over. "An ace of clubs means financial fortune, wealth, or good news! That's lovely news for someone whose family is in debt."

The girl ignores you, and she flips her cards.

"King of diamonds," She mumbles and then sighs. "Three of spades. Huh? No luck for me either."

"Ace of spades..." You sigh. "Two of hearts."

"Four of clubs. King of clubs."

"Ace of hearts." Shirogane pouts. "Four of hearts."

The two of you continue flipping. Komaeda's eyes follow your fingers, making mental notes of where each card was. He'd be able to make five pairs by now. He wonders if you know that. Shirogane sure seems to know. The two of you pick and pluck at the cards, mapping everything out. The stems are snipped, the heat is cooled. You finally start creating pairs.

"Ah, an ace of diamond!" You beam. "Now... where was the other one?"

Komaeda watches you scan the table and reach for another card. Your nails are a different color today. The emerald green from yesterday has been replaced with the light green of the marble. Your nails look like the expensive marble found only in roman architecture. The color of your eyes are kind. You blink angelically at the girl. Komaeda watches you flip it over. Ace of diamond.

"That's a point, right?" You smile at the girl.

"Yes," She smiles back at you. "and since you found a match, you can pull again."

"Alright." You reach for another."Now..."

"Ace of clubs!" You beam. "That one is here."

Another pair.

"Ace of hearts," You pause to think where the other one is. No one catches the way you glance at the girl as you reach the cards on the board. She shows no signs of faltering, yet you glimpse at the panic that flashes across her face as you find the right card. "How lucky of me!"

The girl smiles at you.

You pause at the sight of Ace of hearts that you've just flipped over. Komaeda stares at Shirogane smile at you. She's looking down on you. Komaeda is to, to be fair. You had one yesterday's game purely with luck, without an ounce of skill. It would be surprising if you win today. Komaeda supposes that you might not be able to. Maybe then you'd have that pretty chain around your neck.

"Ace of hearts again!" You beam. "Oh, I think I only know the aces... two of clubs."

True to your word, you don't end up with a pair. Shirogane exhales, blue eyes digging into yours. She starts slow. Flipping over the two of clubs you flipped previously, and proceeds to fold over four cards. Your face shows no signs of worry. If anything, you stare at her in awe. The pairs just keep on stacking, and Shirogane smiles at you gracefully. "Ah, ten cards... lady luck herself must be smiling at me right now!"

Your eyes widen in surprise, but your lips make no change in expression. You look happy.

"Please know that if you don't get a pair in your next move, there will be no chance of you winning."

"Mhm!" You beam. "9 of hearts and..."

Your eyes scan the table, fingers tapping your chin. As you play, the green of your nails is starting to look more like yesterday's color. Komaeda thinks he's hallucinating when he catches a brief smirk flash on your face. As fast as the expression was on your face, it quickly disappears. Your lips part as you pick up a random card.

"Oops. It was a ten of diamonds..." You jut out your bottom lip, and Shirogane raises a brow at you.

"Well," She sighs. "It's a shame you lost to someone as plain as me..."

Her fingers work quickly as she creates pairs out of the rest of the cards. Your eyes follow her movements, your lips mumbling quiet whispers to yourself. Komaeda watches your lips move, the gloss on them reflecting the light of the cafeteria. You watch Shirogane finish the last pair, and then sigh in despair.

"Well, newbie? How will you pay?"

"Is one more game possible?" You plead her, eyes wide, begging silently. "I have no money to pay you 20 million yen..."

Komaeda scoffs from next to you.

Shirogane feels bad. "Well... you have no money, right?"

"Yeah," You mumble. "Sorry."

"Then..." She smiles, reaching into her bag. "It might be a little strange... but I have an infatuation with nails."

The girl pulls out a glass box of nails, and you blink at them.

"Since I'm a cosplayer... I've got a pretty big collection of them. This is just a portion of them. What do you think? Aren't they cute?"

"They are," You lean in to get a closer look.

"But the truth is..." She stares at you, eyes half-lidded. "They're all actual human fingernails."

You feel a shudder ripple through your skin.

"With the kind of money I have, it would be easy to buy them, but no one wants to sell actual human nails to me," She sighs. "So most of them are from people that lost to my gamble. I'll put another twenty million on the line, but L/n-senpai... I want your nails!"

The crowd behind you gasps, and you tilt your head in interest. That was new. You had heard rumors of insane rich kids, but this one made you interested. Not even you had such an insane thought in mind. You think this bet will be entertaining. "Nails? Oh, like, you want my fingernails?"

"Mhm!"

Komaeda thinks of stepping in. Even if you lose twenty million yen, you'd just have a housepet chain around your neck. You were willing to go that far to not rack up any more debt? You had just earned five hundred million yen less than a day ago. If you lose your fingernails, your value on the marriage market goes down. Isn't that why you joined the school to begin with?

"Well then," You shrug. "I have no choice anyways. Let's play one more game!"

Komaeda thinks you've gone insane. You lift your head to meet his eyes, and you grin. He scoffs, and he rolls his eyes at you. You were nothing more than a gambling addict like your family then. If you were just going to bet on your luck, why would you even attend here? You could've just found a random rich man and then clung onto them. Well, it's not his place to judge your decisions. He wonders if you're aware of how many rich kids have their eyes on you right now.

"Aha!" Shirogane laughs. "Now we're talking!"

You watch the girl pull out two new sets of cards from her bag. You don't show any sign of emotion, but there's a nearing euphoric spark in your eyes. You watch her spread the cards out one by one, the ocean blue nails glistening on her fingers. You'd try that out for your next nail art. She glances at all of the cards and then places her hands on the table, leaning toward you. Her eyes shun you, but you don't care. She had just sold you a complete win.

"Shall we begin?" She smirks. "If I lose, I give up 20 million yen, and if you lose, L/n-senpai, then you give up your fingernails and toenails."

"Oh, both?" You blink and then shrug.

"Mhm!" She smiles. "For pity points, you can start first."

The innocent gleam in your eyes is replaced with a new one. Komaeda remembers that look. It was the same look in your eyes when you won 500 million yen yesterday. Your lips are pulled into a smug smile, and your pointer finger rests on your lips. You hum a cheerful tune as you take a look at all the cards.

You start with the Queen of Hearts, flipping it right-side up; then, the King of Spades. The two of clubs fall next, followed by the ace of spades. Your fingers match the jack of hearts, and your nails scratch the surface of the two seven of cloves. The four of diamonds are carved out of their rest. The six of clubs break from the table. The ten of diamonds flip over. The five of diamonds emerge from their hiding. The eight of hearts greet the two of you. The nine of spades glow. The Queen of Clubs fall. The jack of diamonds grin. The ace of cloves shines. The three of hearts laugh at Shirogane. The nine of clubs are cool. King of Diamonds. Three of cloves. Four of spades. Six of hearts. Two of hearts. Five of spades. Eight cloves. Seven diamonds. One diamond. Two spades. Eleven spades.

Shirogane's heart rams against her chest. what the hell? How did you do that? 

"Shirogane-san," You hum, picking up another card. "I heard your family makes toys."

"Yes," She nods. "And cosplay material."

"With that much of a fortune," You make another pair. "Wouldn't you guys be worth at least 10 billion yen? Why are you betting so little?"

"huh?" She loses focus on the way you're turning the cards.

"Just a piece of advice," You hum, picking up another card. "Before betting something like a business, you better be prepared!"

Her eyes widen as she looks back at the table.

"That's..." You count. "That's 58 cards! Oops, I didn't mean to turn that many. But regardless, I win!"

The crowd gasps, and they mumble amongst themselves. Komaeda gives you credit. You're smart for memorizing all of the patterns from the previous deck. Or, perhaps you had relied on luck again. But the look that returns to your eyes is those of someone who read the cards properly. You giggle, and Shirogane slams her hands onto the table.

"HOW! HOW'D YOU KNOW WHERE THE CARDS WERE?!"

"Oh?" You smile at her. "If you were just a tad more careful, then I would have lost."

"H-huh?"

"Well, the marks are the same as last game, right?" You tilt your head, holding a card up to your lips. "If you prepared another pattern, then it would've been KO for me!"

Shirogane's eyes widen, and she feels a rush of disgust flood her soul. "YOU PLAYED ME?!"

"Played is a little rude," You sigh. "I'd say it was a fair game. After all, didn't you cheat the first round?"

Shirogane glares at you, and you grin.

"It's a shame, though. I didn't get to push you into housepet territory. Shall we play another game so we can? How about we bet both of our fingernails this time! Then, I can turn yours into a pretty little set that I get to experiment on! How about it? Does that sound more fun?"

The girl sweats, heart racing in fear.

"You know, it's quite cute. You cheated so confidently and somehow still lost! Don't you want your honor back? Come on. Don't you?" You taunt the girl, driving her to tears.

"No!" She cries. "I'm sorry! I can't! I'm sorry for taunting you!"

You sigh in disappointment. "A shame. Someone from the student council can't even bet their life on the line. You sure seem like someone who bought their way into the council."

The girl clenches her fists, tears falling onto the table.

"Well, if our business is over," You turn on your heel. "I'm off! Toodaloo!"

You make gambling look like a form of elegance. The way you fold and call cards. The way your fingers slide the tiles to the center. The way you reach for cards on the table and smile like a pretty doll. The way your nails changed depending on the day and game. You made gambling look like the imperial court instead of a war. The way everyone was slipped with poison or fell to their own schemes. You made the gambling look easy. It was like you were lady luck herself, winning the right hand and then smiling innocently at your opponent. You end up in the student council within a month.

"Ah," You blink, staring at the students in the room. "I think there's been a mistake?"

"Y/n L/n," A file is tossed onto the table. "You gambled and won over two billion yen in the span of a month."

"If this is a promotion, I don't want it." You blink at them. "With all due respect, of course. I have no interest in running the school."

"Even if it means we could pull your family out of debt?" The president smiles at you. Pretty red lips, pretty pink hair.

You bat your lashes at them, a smile on your face. "I'm sure you know the reason I joined the school was never to fix my family's debt. Besides, this meeting obviously isn't for me to join the student council."

"Yes," They hum. "Yet, you somehow escaped the life plan that your family planned to chain around your neck."

"Oh, you know what they say about the family's only child," You smile. "Ever the sly one. They sent me here to find a husband. It doesn't matter who it is. I don't want to get married. They tell you marry a rich man, but what if I am the rich man?"

"Regardless of what your motive is," The girl sighs. "You're messing up the school's ecosystem."

"Since when have you cared about balance?"

"No more preying on people with money whose parents would get us in trouble," She shrugs. "I admire your love for gambling. I hope you enjoy."

"Oh," You slide your fingers up your cheek. "Since when did this school care about the outside? If you're worried about me taking a student council student's position, then don't. I have no interest in running the school. I don't care about school affairs."

Your eyes land on the male with black hair. "Although... you most certainly have quite the eye candy here." Your eyes trail to the lolita.

"As long as none of us are pushed off." The president smiles.

"As long as you aren't pushed off." You shrug. "Anyone not engaged to another rich person?"

No one answers you.

"Figured," You bow quickly before excusing yourself.

To you, the school doesn't matter; neither does finding a husband, actually. It's amusing. You find joy in the simple pleasures of betting. Your parents failed to gamble back their fortune, so they decided to sell their only child to the school in hopes of marrying rich. Well, not like it mattered. If that was how rich people showed their love, then so be it. You don't really care how much you're worth to your parents. 

You stare at the new student.

"Hajime Hinata." he nods.

Class carries on as usual, and you rack your brain for which house Hinata yields from. There were plenty of Hinatas in the circle of wealth. You stare at the new student, and you catch the backpack he uses. Huh. You think you've seen that brand before. Nonetheless, it doesn't matter. You could worry about him if he decides to gamble with you.

Or... if he decides to follow you around?

"Alright, newbie," You stare at the male, lips pulled into a frown. "What do you want?"

"Teach me how to gamble."

"Excuse me?"

"You've never lost a single bet," He mumbles. "I want to learn."

You stare at him. He doesn't stand out in terms of appearance or anything else. You wonder why he's so desperate to gamble.

"Ah, it's a good thing," Komaeda passes the two of you. "Poor people like you should hang around each other."

"Does that mean you hang out with the orphans?"

Komaeda stops walking, and he turns to glare at you. "Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said," You stare at him, batting your lashes innocently, a shit-eating smile on your face. "You know. Since people tend to hang out with people similar to them."

"Is that so?" Komaeda steps closer, towering over you. "So you admit to being poor?"

"Komaeda-senpai," You tap his chest twice. "The whole world knows that my family is famous for their debts. However, that doesn't mean we're poor."

"Is that so?" He grabs your chin, tilting it to get a better look at you. You look pretty, actually. The way your lashes are nice and long. You take good care of yourself for someone whose family sold you off. Komaeda hates people like you. People who think they can marry rich and become set for life. You'd have to be damn talented at something for someone to love you like that. But he supposes you have a face pretty enough to be a mistress for someone. He wonders if your mouth is good for something other than talking.

You bat your lashes at him prettily, a smile on your lips. Maybe you'd settle for him. After all, he is one without troublesome parents. Or. He doesn't have parents. You wonder if any of his nannies were obsessed with money while he grew up. He probably lost a good chunk of his fortune. To him, a couple hundred million dollars is nothing. You wonder how much his net worth is. Even then, he wasn't part of the student council. Maybe you would go for the black-haired male from before. But, the male tilting your chin and sneering at you made you feel things. "It is." You wrap your fingers around his tie, adjusting it.

Komaeda is pretty. His lashes are a pale white, and his hair resembles that of a cloud. The tips of his hair are a dainty pink. His skin is pale, yet he doesn't look sickly. You heard something about how he had actually been sick, but you don't care. He's pretty. The way his fingers are nice and long compared to yours, and the way his grip on your chin is hard yet gentle. He's so tall... you can only wonder what else comes with that height. You shake thoughts like that off. You could worry about some messed-up fantasy with him when you flip a pretty chain necklace around his neck.

"How else would I be able to make two billion in a month? Did you think I only played small bets?" You tap his lip once, his grip on your chin loosening. "Real men are into the intelligent. Shall we go, Hinata-kun?"

Hinata follows after you, eyeing the male. There was a... tension... between the two of you. It was like cutting a fishing wire. Or, it resembled that of a siren's song more. Your tongue drips with the gods' nectar, your words sweet to taste. The melody of your voice snaked around him, plaguing his mind and thoughts. It was like he wanted you on a leash to pull. Yet, he was never able to, blind from the song from your lips, luring him into deeper waters. He wonders if Komaeda's aware of his situation.

"He's from the Komaedas? The one without parents?"

"Yeah," You hum, slowing down to match Hinata's pace. "He also has a bone to pick with me, apparently."

Hinata looks over his shoulder, and he spots Komaeda lifting his fingers to his lips, the tips of his ears red. Pink dusts over his cheeks, and Hinata pauses. Ah. Komaeda was aware of the effect you had on him. 

"I think it's more of a reaction formation."

"You think he's into me?"

"Yeah," Hinata pauses. "But that's only speculation."

You stop and stare at him, the red and green eyes reminding you of someone. "Ah, you're the illegitimate child of the Kamukuras. You're that Hinata-kun."

Hinata pauses to stare at you.

"Are you trying to get back at your younger brother?" You tilt your head. You know the answer. 

Hinata stares at you, eyes digging into your soul. The different color eyes burn into yours. Unlike his brother, his hair is a pretty brown. His lips are drawn into a thin line, determined to prove his worth in his house. Ah, so that was why he had his mom pay so much to end up in the school. You suppose his mom wasn't that different from yours. 

"I am."

"Then," You hum, smiling at him. "Shall we play Mahjong?"

"The tables are full."

"No," You shake your head, adjusting your hair. "Watch."

You open the door to the room, and you blink at everyone. Everyone's eyes turn to look at you, and you wave sheepishly. A handful of students move from their seats, and Hinata watches the people move according to how you want them to. He's surprised. 

"Oi! L/n-san! Come play Mahjong!" A boy waves in the back. "Our table needs one more person."

"How much are we betting?" You walk up to him, Hinata trailing after you.

"Starting is ten million," He smiles.

You gasp, hands flying over your mouth. "Oh, my! Of course! But..."

Your eyes meet Hinata's. 

"Can I have newbie play in my place?" You scratch your cheek. "I won't help him. He just wanted to try things out."

"Of course," The boy nods. "anything for you, L/n-san."

"See?" You seat Hinata down. "Simple!"

Your fingers tap on his shoulder as he flips his tiles to face him. Circles, Lines, characters, numbers. Mahjong relied on both luck and skill. Tiles are swapped for others. People want to win money. If the luck was to your advantage, then you'd earn more. The tiles shuffled across the board. Pon. Hinata replaces another tile in his deck. You wonder if he knew how to gamble. His mother was notorious for being the queen of a casino.

You're not surprised when the boy ends up winning fifty-fifty. He leaves with no debt on his name, and nine hundred thousand more on his name. You squeeze his shoulder affectionately, and the game comes to an end. Hinata doesn't come out victorious, but he makes a good number. You let him stand up, and you replace him at the table.

"You did well," You hum, watching the table reshuffle all of the game. "But sit back and watch what playing with luck is like."

Your luck is a demon. It looms over your shoulder, driving your opponents to insanity. Your smile is pretty, your nails shiny. The cards on your nails are daunting as you slide another tile to yourself. You rearrange your hand; a laugh rolls off your tongue. The creature flips and collects tiles like there's nothing stopping them. The laws of the universe bend according to its will. Hinata is terrified of the calm smile on your face as your opponents tremble in fear. You twist and carve out each tile until it's the perfect one for you. You run the game.

"I win," You flip the tiles over, and the students sigh. "How much did you win?"

"Uh," You count. The devil on your shoulder laughs. "All. Everything was drawn."

"Scary luck as usual, L/n-san," They sigh, handing you their chips. Ten million. Spare pocket change. "You could rival Komaeda-senpai."

"I'm looking forward to the day when I do," You laugh gently, cheeks flushed. "I can't wait until I get to play him."

"You look forward to it?"

"Yes!" You clasp your hands together. "A battle of luck! Both of us rely heavily on it, so it'd be nice to see whose luck runs out quicker!"

"But L/n-san, you play heavily with skill." The student hands you cash from his bag.

"Yes," You smile. "But so does he."

Komaeda looks at his cards, a smile on his face. His opponent's face turns red with anger as he slips another chip onto the table. 

"Hit." His opponent grumbles.

The dealer slips him another card.

Komaeda taps his finger on the table, one leg kicked over the other. He raises a brow in amusement, staring at his cards again. His opponent hits again. The light returns to their eyes, a greedy smile all over their face. Oh, that beautifully hopeful look on his face. Komaeda hides his lips behind the cards, licking his lips. He couldn't wait to wipe that gleeful look on his face off.

"Show."

The two set their cards down.

Komaeda's opponent's heart drops.

"Win," Komaeda smiles, teeth out. "Fifty million yen. How will you be paying that?"

The student stares blankly at the table, and Komaeda adjusts the rings on his fingers, waiting for an answer. His eyes are pale, yet something sinister hides behind them. It's like he knew this was going to happen. His luck snakes around him, looming over him like a predator waiting for prey. His luck devours everyone else in his way. He holds the majority of the school's fortune, yet he stays away from the council. He had more important things than to be entwined in some political battle for the position. He glances at your at the mahjong table across the room. You won. Again.

You stare at the cash in your hand, and you smile. "Lovely game."

"Oh?" Komaeda leans over your shoulder, staring at your deck. "Are you sure you didn't cheat?"

"I'm sure of it," Your fingers loop under the knot of his tie, tugging him closer to your ear. "Unless you're projecting again?"

"Keep your peasant hands off of me," He loosens your fingers from his tie. "What makes you say that?"

"Surely, you didn't your luck could win you that much money with just blackjack?" Your voice is laced with interest as you step out of your seat. Hinata replaces you in your seat, and he begins his game. You lean over his right shoulder; Komaeda leans over his left. The two of you stare at Hinata's deck, making up different possibilities on the spot. You squeeze his shoulder as Hinata picks up another tile from the table.

"Wow, did you pick him up from the streets? The other card would have been a smarter move." Komaeda scoffs when Hinata merges the tile.

"Slow and steady wins the race," You chuckle. "Komaeda-senpai."

Hinata's hand remains the same, only a few tiles being swapped out. You wonder if he'll have double the luck since Komaeda is here too. You watch over his shoulder like hawks. Hinata's shoulders are tense, yet he plays well. You nearly praise him when he's only one tile away from winning. Komaeda's fingers dig into Hinata's shoulder as he finally wins.

"All on luck?"

"No," He shakes his head. "You placed down two. I'd earn around only 2 million."

"Ah, still a good amount," The boy smiles. "Another round perhaps?"

"That's it," Hinata shakes his head.

"Someone with control," Your eyes grow wider, lips parted in surprise. "How rare! Oh, I'm so glad you're my pupil of all things!"

Komaeda sprays the part of his sleeve that came in contact with Hinata, and you pull him back by the collar.

"Hinata-kun, I'm going to talk to Komaeda-senpai real quick. Is that alright?"

"Mhm," Hinata nods. "I'll go play blackjack then."

"Let's go!" You sing, pulling Komaeda along. You can practically taste the disgust radiating off of him in waves. Your lips are pulled into a pleased smile, and a handful of the students pause to stare at the two of you. Though, it's not like it mattered. Komaeda didn't have much of a reputation to begin with. You, on the other hand, everyone knew dragged whoever you wanted to gamble. To them, it would have been just another day where you wanted some spare change. Komaeda cranes his neck to stare at you, and pauses at the sight of your lips in a pout. You look cute.

He wonders what you'd look like all breathless from him. 

His eyes glance to the side, and his fingers slip under the fabric of your collar, pulling you backward roughly. 

"!-" Komaeda shuts you up pretty quickly, forcing his lips onto yours. Behind you, you hear the sound of a door shutting. You wince at the feeling as his teeth gnash with yours. They're rough and anything but gentle. The better part of you argues that this is wrong, but you don't care. You drape your arms around his neck and press your lips harder to his. It might leave a bruise or two, and there's a chance that his lips are going to be stained red from your lipstick. Good. You plan to leave at least some evidence on the boy. 

Komaeda's barely there by the time you pull apart from him. You grin at his hazy eyes, and you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, the red of your lipstick staying there. Then, another to his cheek. And another to his neck. You pepper his face with the wine of your lips, and you lean back to admire his work. Smiling at him through your lashes, your hand meets the knob behind you. You smile at him innocently before leaving him there to sort out his own emotions. You stare into your mirror, fixing your lips and hair. You hum as you open the door to the classroom again. 

Komaeda chuckles at the sight of you leaving, wiping his lips. Oh, he was looking forward to playing you. He steps out the closet, adjusting his uniform and heading to the men's room. The students in the hall turn to look at the mess of red you left on him, and he only chuckles. He was going to get back at you for that.

Hinata laughs, a grin on his face. He's won over seven million dollars by now. He stares at his hand and hums in content. His eyes have a sinister glow; they almost glow red. He isn't smiling, his face remaining neutral in its resting state. While you laugh at your opponent, breaking them down mentally, Hinata puts his opponent on edge, driving them insane with nothing. The lack of expressions wears his opponent down unusually fast. His opponent takes a second card, and they slam their head onto their table.

A twenty-six.

"That's nice," Hinata places his cards down. A thirteen.

"HAH!?" His opponent slams his hands onto the table out of rage. "YOU HAD A THIRTEEN AND TRICKED ME INTO GOING OVER?!"

"Well," You smile at his opponent, stepping from the crowd of students. "Technically he didn't trick you. He just simply put you on edge, and you decided to draw out of fear."

"L/n-san." They grimace at you. "You have a scary pupil."

"How much have you made?"

"With this one," Hinata places a hand on yours on his shoulder. "Ten million."

"Not bad," You hum. "It's an excellent start."

"Another round?"

"No," Hinata shakes his head. "That's all I'll do for the day."

"With the skill of constraint," You hum, sliding your hand off his shoulder. "Let's go, Hinata-kun."

Gambling is a skill.

The resting face of a gambler. You never know what's in your opponent's hand. If you cheat, you manipulate the game to your will. If you play fairly, the laws of fate bow to you. Gambling is a skill that takes practice. Natural talent without skill is bound to fail one day. That's what made the student council so scary. The president played incredibly well, and the rest of the students were in no way lacking. Yet, the scary ones weren't those on the student council; they were students who gambled with their whole soul until there was nothing left in the opponent. The simple skill of wearing a player down until there were no rational decisions left to make. That's what made gamblers of skill so scary.

You stare at your bank account while on break. Hinata peers over your shoulder, and you hum at the number. To you, the option to bet your life on the line was now an option. You hum in satisfaction as you check your messages from family. You could worry about your family's debt later when you married. Your mother had kept in contact with you because she was the reason you got in. Rich people were strange. A simple mistress could get their child in. You don't care what your family does. 

"Say, Hinata-kun," You close your phone. 

Hinata hums.

"If you rack up enough money here, what do you think about marriage?" You hum. 

Hinata stares at you and physically pauses. "So I pay off your family's debt?"

"I don't see why not," You laugh. 

"Two brokes don't make a rich, you know." Komaeda sneers.

"Bored of the orphans already?" You lean your head back to stare at him.

"No." He hums. "Just listening to my favorite pet going on about marriage."

You sigh. "Such a shame. If I'm your favorite pet, how come you still can't wrap that pretty chain around my neck? It's such a nice silver color too."

Komaeda taps your cheek, smiling scornfully at you. "When are we going to play a game then?"

"I don't feel like doing that today," You sigh. "I have the sudden urge to play one of the student council members."

"You played Shirogane-chan already."

"I have the urge to gamble her entire fortune away," You sigh blissfully. "Or her nails."

"You're into the nail thing she does?"

"it's always good to have nails to practice art on," You clasp your hands together. Today, your nails are a strawberry pink. The color is milky, and they remind Komaeda of a certain student council member. You giggle childishly, cheeks flushed. "I'm kidding. Rather, I wanna meet the pretty lolita girl from last time. It seems like I'd have a fun time playing Russian roulette with her."

"Russian roulette?" Komaeda raises a brow in amusement. "Shall we play right now?"

He pulls out a gun from his back pocket, and your eyes glimmer with interest. "Hm? Doll?"

Your lips part at the name, eyes practically shining. "Oh! Of course!"

You smile as Komaeda hands you the gun. You check the model. It should be an airsoft revolver, but just to be safe... You pull the trigger at your desk. The bullet pierces through the wood. You blink. "Ah. AN ACTUAL GUN!! KOMAEDA-SENPAI, YOU'RE INCREDIBLE!!"

Komaeda smiles at your praise. "Shall we play?"

"What will we bet?" You bat your lashes prettily at him. 

"Loser grants the winner a single request."

"Won't we die?" You hum. "How will we grant a request? Unless you're into dead people?"

"I'll put in an empty bullet." He smiles, showing you the bullet. Sliding it in, he spins the cylinder, forcing it into place. He starts, pressing the barrel to his temple, a smile on his face. No bullet.

"Your turn, doll," His hand brushes yours as you take it from him.

"Ah," Your cheeks are flushed from arousal. "A bet with my life! How thrilling..."

You bite your pinky, eyes glazed over in lust. Your finger curls around the trigger, and you pull it. Nothing comes out. You sigh in discontent as you pass the gun back to him. The third pull doesn't release a bullet. Neither does the fourth. The two of you stare at each other, and Komaeda pulls the gun. Something swirls in his eyes when nothing comes out of the gun. You take it from his hand, and you sigh. Pink splatters over your hair, and you blink. Ah. It wasn't empty.

Komaeda smiles at you, eyes in slits, looking down at you. "Shall I take you to the nurse?"

"Oh, if you would," You smile at him, the pink tricking down the side of your cheek. He wipes it with his thumb and presses it into your cheek. 

"Let's go." His grip on your wrist is tight, and you smile drunkenly as he pulls you along. It's like the paint from the gun had gotten into your system. You smile, your cheeks flushed with drunkenness. Komaeda hums, opening the door to the nurse's office. 

The nurse is out.

Komaeda grins. "Shall I wash you up for you?"

"Wouldn't it be better if I go wash up in the locker room? Why'd you bring me here?" You seem to blink out of your stupidity, and you look for a towel to wipe your hair with. Komaeda stares at you with curiosity, and he hums. "What about your uniform?"

"You think a little uniform will get in my way?" You stare at him, a smile on your face. "The school doesn't care how we alternate our uniforms as long as they're somewhat recognizable."

"So?"

"So," You wipe your hands and reach for his jacket. "I'm going to borrow some clothes."

"Since you're all messy from the bullet..." Komaeda grabs your hand. "Shall you just fulfill my request here?"

"What do you want?" You peer at him. 

"What I want?" Komaeda loosens your wrist, a sly smile on his face. "Shall I show you?"

"Mm," You hum. 

"My request is that you don't say no during the time that we're here," Komaeda hums, wrapping his fingers around your throat gently.

"Not like I can say no," You mumble, waiting for him to move. He presses his thumb to your lips, smearing the red off your lips, onto your cheeks. Komaeda makes a lovely mess of you. His wrist is drenched by the time that you've lost your ability to think, his words getting to your mind. You're not allowed to tell him no, but it's not like you would've even if you could. He's way too good with his hands. You should've known there was a reason he shuffled cards so easily. But he was being such an ass. He's put you on the edge of an orgasm so many times, yet he's never let you cum.

"What's wrong? Braindead already?" Komaeda taunts edging another orgasm out of you. "You came here with the intention of being my doll alone, isn't that right? From the first day," He coos, mocking you. "You wanted to wrap your pretty little nails around someone like me's neck. To pull on a pretty black collar around my neck. Hm? Doll?"

"I," You pant. "I wanna c-c- ah."

"Oh? What was that, doll? You want to what? Come on. Speak up. I can't hear you from all the babbling." He taunts.

"Cum." You whine. "I wanna cum."

"Oh? After the mess you made of me yesterday?"

"No," You whine. "Y-you started it."

"Mm," His lips frown mockingly. "So I should take responsibility?"

You whine as he curls his fingers in you.

"I can't understand when you're whining so bad, doll." Komaeda blows on your ear, causing you to clench on his fingers.

"You're clenching around me" He chuckles scornfully. "It's almost like you like the idea, don't you? You like the idea of being used by me, and only me, isnt that right?"

Your back arches as he adjusts his fingers in you.

"Those other rich students," he spits. "They could never make you writhe and beg like this, could they? You're my toy to use; Isn't that right? You would never let Hinata finger you stupid like this, hm?"

Komaeda likes how you look. Your mascara is ruined from him and him alone, and your lips are a mess of red, a streak leading to your cheek. You look like a hot mess. Komaeda's hot mess. The pink on your nails are chipped from gripping the metal of the infirmary bed's railing. He coos at you as mindless agreement slips past your lips, begging him to let you cum. You can feel it. The wiser part of yourself knows he won't let you cum again, but god, do you hope he lets you. 

"Come on," He scoffs. "The nurse will be back any second now."

"Please," You whine, nails carving into the skin of his wrist. "Please let me cum, Nagito-senpai. Please. Please."

A waterfall of thank yous trickles past your lips as you finally, finally, get to cum. Komaeda fingers you through it, you gasping and clawing at his uniform. He curses quietly as you gush around his fingers. You're leaving a mess on the nurse's bed thanks to him. Well, at least he got to pay you back for those lipstick marks. Ah... he has a better idea. He moves his clean hand to your jaw, forcing it open, sneering at you.

"Open wide, doll." You stick your tongue out, and Komaeda spits into your mouth. His saliva slides down your tongue, and he loosens his hold to let you close your mouth. He watches you swallow, and he smiles. "See? Such a good toy."

You pant for air, grimacing at your reflection in the mirror. Your mind is still foggy from his fingers, but you manage to speak. "Is that it?"

"Mm," Komaeda hums, rummaging through the shelves. "Stay still for a moment. I'll grab you a towel."

Your eyes trail to the shower behind you. Ah. That's why he was so insistent on fingering you stupid before you washed up. Cunning bastard. The pink has dried into your hair, and you stare at the stains on your hand. "Spare me your jacket, will you?"

"When you finish washing up."

"Any chance you'll be able to find me a shirt?"

"No."

"Alright," You shrug, wiping off your makeup and turning on the shower. 

Komaeda rests on the bed, pulling off the covers to throw them into the laundry basket. He wasn't sure what possessed him to ask for that as his request, but he supposes he doesn't regret it. He takes off his jacket, unfolding his sleeve. His lips quirk into a smile at the sight of your stuff on the bed. It was a lie. The nurse was never in her office since she was always sticking around the student council president. It was a place where students went to hang out. He closes his eyes as he waits for you to finish cleaning up.

The paint was absolute hell to get out of your hair. The water kept bleeding pink until there was nothing left. You finally step out of the shower, a towel on you. You glance at what's left of your clothes that you can wear, and you start putting them on. Komaeda seems to be resting his eyes. He's not asleep, because if he was, he would've laid down. You grab his uniform coat, and you button halfway up to cover your chest. You hum, a smile on your lips. You reach for the lipstick in your jacket pocket, and you press the pigment onto your lips. "Wake up, Komaeda-senpai~!"

Komaeda opens his eyes, staring at you brush on your mascara in the mirror. You pucker your lips and fix your hair. You look pretty. Komaeda has no problem admitting that now. It's no secret how the boys and girls around school ogle at you. They want what you have. Even the student council called you for an offer. Something about you. Komaeda finds it amusing that other students would want you, but he wasn't backing down on this one. It was the few things he wasn't going to give up to the student council he adored so much.

"Ready?" He stares at you, a smile on his face. You might've held more money now, but you were still far from his standards.

"Mm," You smile, leaving the room first.

The two of you come back to a bustling class, and Hinata sits at the center of it. He stares at the chips on the roulette table, and he stares emotionless. You squeeze through the crowd of students to step behind him and watch. He's placed fifty million dollars on a single number. The rest of the students have spread their money out, and he stares at the dealer spin the wheel. He's surprisingly calm about the whole situation. You would've started laughing at your opponent by now. You stare at the number.

One.

You're much too amused to say anything, and Komaeda stands on the other side of Hinata. The snake and demon loom over his shoulders, picking up the ball and placing it back down. The snake rolls the wheel, and the devil plays with the ball. There's an incredibly heavy atmosphere as the two of you step next to Hinata. Komaeda's more than yours. Your atmosphere only darkens when your eyes change. Komaeda smiles to himself. "Oooh, only one number? I'd expect you to do better, illegitimate."

"Shut up," Hinata's voice stays level as the ball rolls into the number slot.

One.

He wins.

"A... A HUNDRED MILLION!!" The dealer yells in shock.

You double over in laughter. The devil and snake return to their masters, and Hinata hums. He finally smiles, the look on his face gone. Children who grew up with nothing claw their way up the mountain until there's nothing in their way. They fight the most while growing up. For Hinata, even if it meant being average, he would still overtake his brother. He had met you based on instinct, and somehow picked up another one. The two monsters of luck.

Hinata wonders how you even ended up with Komaeda. There was a certain animosity between the two of you. It was like mixing oil and water. The two of you could never combine no matter how hard one tried. But somehow, it worked. There was makeup remover that combined the two to get makeup off. Maybe that's what the two of you were. A pair that would never mix, but would destroy. 

You ruffle Hinata's hair, a grin on your face. "Good job, darling! Is that all?"

"One mo-"

"I want to gamble," Komaeda chuckles, cutting Hinata off. "Hm? Y/n-chan?"

You turn to look at him. His face is flushed pink, eyes going insane. You press your nails to your lips, and you smile. Your lipstick seems a shade darker than usual. Your nails are a little scratched, and your lashes are dolly. "Maybe another day. My nails got all chipped from an animal earlier."

"Why not now? When your luck is weakest?" Komaeda smiles at you. "It can be a life bet."

"A single game?"

"Choice poker," The vice president of the school steps into the room. The student council had been waiting for this moment. "It'll be live broadcasted. The two lucksters of the school playing it off."

"Instead of something like betting your life with money," You hum, eyes red with interest. "How about betting yourself as a person? Your entire status is wiped. You become not a dead one, but a person who belongs to the other."

"Then there's no loss on either of your sides." The vice president rolls her eyes. "The two of you are a beautiful mess when together. What loss is there to either side?"

"Oh?" You look at her, lips quirked up into a smirk. "Is that so? I lose all of my hard work here, and he loses his status of president of the world's biggest banking company. I think it sounds like a fair bet. If we get to that point, that is."

"Where's the downside?"

Komaeda speaks up. "We hate each other. Having our entire life on the line for someone we despise to control sounds pretty bad to me. Besides, Y/n-chan doesn't want to get married."

The girl taps her cheek, and she smirks. "Alright. Let's play."

You hum, following the girl to the school's stage. The two of you sit down, and you smile the smile of a sinner. You're horrendous. You look like you're about to go insane from a single match. The idea of being sold off was the lie your family painted for you. The empire was fine; the gambling with them just got boring, yet never was able to bring joy. You were looking for growth at the school, and Komaeda seemed to have provided it for you. The match was going to strip both of you down to whose luck was stronger. Just thinking about it made you excited.

What came first? The chicken? The egg?

The fall of angels came first.

Before the creation of man, there was the prideful angel. The prettiest, most loved of them all. But there was a greed. The greed to be the more. The lust to become the one in power. The envy for the creator. The insatiable gluttony to become more. They wanted to become the best of the best, overtaking their creator. The devil wanted to become the creator but failed. The wrath when he had failed. The blame on the slothful nature of the other fallen angels. Yet, no matter how hard you try, there was no denying that the devil was attractive. The prettiest of the angels, the most pampered. The devil is adored by everyone. The devil that people despised yet plagued all of them.

Then came the serpent. The form that the devil took to destroy mankind. The fruit was so pretty. Did the creator really say that? Did he really say that you couldn't take of the fruit of the tree? Oh, but it looks so good. I'm sure that it wouldn't be an issue if you ate it. Didn't he say you could partake of any fruit in the garden? Why would he stop you from having the fruit? Surely it's because it has something that he wants to hide from you, right? That singular bite of the fruit that destroyed mankind.

The serpent could never overtake the devil himself.

The students file into the room to watch the two of you play. They want to watch you play. The destruction of the best gamblers in the school. The only two students that could absolutely destroy the student council. People wanted to see this. The worst part of man wants to see the downfall of the other. Humans are evil creatures. That simple sin from a bite of a fruit. It burned into a human's nature.

Yet the snake could take a physical form while the devil couldn't

It was a gamble of fate.

It's simple, really. The two of you sit on opposite sides of each other. It would be a lie to say that you loved each other, yet it would be a lie to say that you hated each other. Ambivalence, perhaps. You hum, staring at your hand. The two of you had a simple goal in mind. To drag the game on as long as humanly possible before either of you fall. It's not the fall that the two of you care about; it's the gut-wrenching, euphoric feeling that you feel, winning a high-stakes bet. That rush of dopamine that drove a person mad. That, was what made the two of you play this gamble.

The vice president slides the two of you cards, and the game begins.

The snake moves first, a sly grin on his face. He discards an eight and a four. He raises you ten chips. The snake curls up your wrist, settling on your neck, a smile on your face. You chuckle, tapping the snake's pretty head twice. Komaeda's eyes are green with lust. It was like he was waiting for this moment. His luck was a viper, curling around his opponent's leg, biting into their ankle. The snake's poison is slow, wearing down his opponent over time. His smile was proof of it. After all, was it not the serpent who tempted the woman into biting the fruit?

You hum. "One card, please."

Your devil resembles less of a demon sometimes. Sometimes, it takes the form of seduction, a pretty smile on your face. It slides its fingers over the shoulders of your opponent, glancing at its cards, helping you deduce it. Its fingertips are cold against the skin, sliding it down Komaeda's jawline. Komaeda places a hand on it's, and he leans into its touch. You hum. The devil raises eleven chips back. Your eyes are still their normal color. Komaeda wants to see you be driven to the edge with a gamble. You want to see him go mad with desire.

"What a selfish bet," The vice-president chuckles. 

Komaeda smiles. "I raise you twenty more chips."

"Twenty-one more chips." You smile.

Komaeda stops, the snake on your shoulder sinking its fangs into your neck.

"Just a single more chip." Komaeda places it onto the table, fingers taking its time.

"I'm not putting anymore in." You hum.

The devil presses a kiss to his jaw.

"Strongest or Weakest?"

Komaeda slips a coin from his pocket and flips it. 

Heads.

"Stronger."

Komaeda drops his cards onto the table, a smile of victory on his lips.

Three tens.

You chuckle.

"My loss."

Three nines.

Komaeda takes the chips with grace. The snake releases your neck, and you can feel the sting from the poison. The devil steps back behind you, and Komaeda can taste the temptation it left on his jaw. He chuckles, doing a quick calculation on the number of chips in his hand. He's gained 31 more chips. Maybe that's what you were going to do. You were going to lose everything and then throw something unexpected into the table. Oh, the thought of that by itself was incredible enough to get him horny. Oh, you're such a spontaneous delight. He couldn't wait to have you in the palm of his hand.

You press your fingers to your lips. Oh, it was such a euphoric day. First, you play Russian roulette with the school's strongest luckster, then he fingers you stupid as punishment? Now you're playing choice poker with him? Oh, how heavenly! You can practically taste the drugs on your tongue. Your lips quirk into a smile, a lovesick look in your eyes. Komaeda's luck was so strong! You'd have the time of your life with this! You could bet with him until you were gone!

The devil on your shoulder steps onto the table as the vice-president reshuffles the cards. 

Five of hearts.

Six of clubs.

Two of diamonds.

Three cards fly out of the deck, both you and Komaeda reaching for one.

You pull the five of hearts.

"Oh, my," You smile. "It seems like someone's jealous of me."

Komaeda holds the two of diamonds.

"It seems that there's disapproval of a relationship." He chuckles.

The six of clubs falls to the ground, and Hinata picks it up.

"Success in prosperity," Both of your voices come out as you face Hinata. The look in your eyes is scary. "How lucky of you, Hinata."

The cards are returned to the deck, and the five cards are dealt. 

The cards are slid to the two of you precisely. It's elegant how it's dealt, and you slide the card to yourself slowly. Your fingers bend with the crease of the card, and your nails gleam under the stagelight. The shine is a reminder of everyone's eyes on you. The whole school is watching which one of you will take the other out. The drop of blood. Two sharks in the tank. The entertainment of one's downfall. 

The devil slides only one card out of your deck. A singular king of hearts. They raise Komaeda twelve chips. Their fingers work at his tie and loosens it. Komaeda's cheeks are flushed; he breathes heavily. His lips are parted so prettily. You want to pull on it. Yet, you restrain yourself as you hum at your deck. While you might not be able to win, Komaeda sure as hell won't either. You'll make sure of it.

You smile as Komaeda slips out three cards.

Three ones.

"Thirteen chips."

"Fourty chips." Your voice is even.

"Fifty."

"Fifty five."

Komaeda chuckles. 

"Seventy." 

"Seventy-five."

"A hundred."

"A-A BILLION YEN?!" The crowd of students gasp.

"A hundred and ten."

You dig your fingers into your cheek, and you shrug. "A hundred and twenty"

"A hundred and forty."

"A hundred and fifty," You hum, staring at your hand. "Please? Komaeda-senpai? Just this round."

He chuckles. "I'll crush you the next one."

"Thank you," You beam.

"No more?" The vice president stares at Komaeda. He nods.

"Strongest or Weakest?"

"Weakest," You nod, placing your cards down. 

High card.

Komaeda chuckles.

He places his down.

Two pair.

You grin at the chips that end up on your side.

The cards are filed again, and you hum. The devil on your shoulder reaches for the snake on Komaeda's and gets bitten. It hisses, yet it lunges at it again. You ignore the brawl between the two, and choose to sigh instead. The girl hands you both your cards, and the devil gawks at your cards. What the hell.

The snake on Komaeda's hisses at the devil's hand. It bites and fights all it wants. The devil grimaces, and it yanks the snake off of Komaeda's shoulder. The two fight on the floor of the stage. The air chills around the two of you, and Komaeda stares at his hand. The corner of his lips quirk up, a scathing smile on his face.

"I raise you fifty chips." Komaeda beams.

"Seventy."

"Ninety."

"A hundred and twenty."

"A hundred and fifty." Komaeda hums.

"A hundred and seventy."

"A hundred and eighty."

"Two hundred and sixty."

Komaeda pauses. "That much?"

"That's all I have," You shrug.

Komaeda chuckles.

"Two hundred and seventy."

You pause. 

No more. 

"Player two?"

"He can take it." 

"Strongest or Weakest?"

Komaeda hums, flipping the coin. His fingers are slim, and they move with ease. It's hard to believe those were the same fingers that had you whining earlier. You smile at his movement, and you mirror the expression on his face. He wouldn't fall off that easily, but you would create a ripple that eventually storms an entire sea.

"Reveal your cards."

Komaeda places his cards onto the table.

A full house.

Your lips pull into a frown.

Three of a kind.

Two hundred and seventy chips go to Komaeda. 

Your lips curl into a sick smile, drool slipping past your lips. Oh. Yes. This was the feeling you wanted to experience. That feeling of utter despair when you lose everything you worked for. Oh, the idea of being nothing more than a pet to the person you lose to. You can't wait to see what sick relationship you're going to have with him.

"Are you sure you want to keep going?" Komaeda stares at you, the snake on his shoulder.

You smile in affirmation.

The cards are reshuffled. The vice-president's fingers work gently with the cards, and she presses them down onto the table for the two of you. She's enjoying this just as much as the two of you are. The idea of the most unpredictable students in the school playing it out. It sent a rush of ecstasy right to her brain.

The devil discards one card again.

The snake discards one as well.

The two of you sit here, staring at the other.

Neither of you speak.

"So? What will you bet, Y/n-chan?"

You sit there, the same look of madness swirling in your eyes. You clench your thighs, and you giggle to yourself. Oh, this was so arousing! You have nothing left for you, yet you can still fall further. Shall you do that? Shall you have the time of your life and bet everything you're worth to him? Oh, yes. Of course you shall. You adore the wetness forming underneath you. The only time you could feel it was like this. You couldn't wait to live a life where your mind swirled with ecstasy whenever you wanted to. It would destroy the life that your parents wanted you to have. You could taste it on your lips. The gods' nectar, the fruit of knowledge. Oh, you would die for this one.

"Shall we bet our lives this round?" You lean forward, eyes glossy with desire. "Shall we? If I lose, then I'll be nothing more than someone who's stuck with a life plan the school has! I'll become the pretty little lover of yours, and I'll be told to give birth to children and do nothing else! I'll become a stupid slave to the school's system! Hm? Oh, and if you lose, I become your owner! You'll be my pretty little househusband who's good for nothing except maybe fucking me. Who knows. Maybe you'll enjoy that life."

Komaeda wipes the drool from your chin, and his face mirrors yours.

"To fall into utter despair only to have you as my source of hope? Oh, I thought you'd never ask!" Komaeda grabs your blazer, his blazer, and giggles. "I'd love to bet my life for someone like you. Someone who would lift me so high only to crash me back down immediately. I'd love the idea of doing nothing but raising a stupid little lover who peppers me in kisses and cooks and cleans. You'll be nothing more than a discardable accessory to me. Hm? Doesn't that sound incredible?"

You giggle, pressing a kiss to the other side of his jaw.

The red of your lips linger there.

"That sounds lovely."

"Betting your lives?"

"Yes!" You clasp your hands. "Oh, vice-president. You'll let the winner write the loser's life plan, won't you?"

"Of course I will," She smiles. "It'll be the entertainment of the crowd."

"I'm so excited," You gush, giggling childishly.

Of course you are.

"I'm worth less than him, though," You smile sadly. "So in the end, it's up to fate to decide."

Komaeda smiles, staring at his hand.

"Strongest."

Your bottom lip quivers, and Komaeda smiles. Tears roll down the apples of your cheek, and the mascara runs down with it. Komaeda nearly pities you. "Oh, doll. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'll treat you just like a pretty doll on display at the store."

Komaeda places his hand down slowly.

Four Kings.

You press a napkin from the vice-president to your tears, and your lip stops quivering. A wretched smile snakes onto your face. The smile of a snake. The smile of a devil. The snake wraps around your neck. The devil seats itself back onto your shoulder.

You slap the cards onto the table, an insane smile on your face. The world slows down as your cards hit the table. It's silent. No one talks. The students hold their breath. The screen flashes to your cards. The crowd screams.

Your chair falls behind you, and both the devil and the snake smile at Komaeda. Your eyes are green with delight, lips pulled into the prettiest of smiles. You seem to glow under the spotlight.

Komaeda's heart drops at the sight.

You laugh, throwing your arms up in ecstasy.

Five of a kind.

Five aces.

The joker.

Something in Komaeda shatters.

He isn't sure if it's self-worth or dignity, but something breaks. He stares at his loss, and he lets out a simple laugh. Then a second. A third. Then, it's a maniacal laughter that sends a chill through everyone's spines. He's gone insane. 

Komaeda stares at his loss with stars in his eyes. His smile is from ear to ear, and he cranes his neck to look up at you. "Oh, I'm so happy to be your housepet! I'll do anything for you! please! Oh, crush me with the bottom of your heel! I'll do anything for you! Shall I refer to you as mistress or master? Oh, maybe you can call me doll!"

"Oh," Komaeda clings onto your hand, insanity swirling across his face. "Oh, master. You're just so bright. Like the messiah being sent down to free me of my sins. Oh, bathe me in holy water, drown me under your perfection. Trash like me doesn't belong close to you." He throws his hand off of yours, the corners of his lips collecting drool.

You stare at his kneeling figure, and you place the palm of your hand on his cheek, and you coo at him. "Is that so?"

"I'm so glad you put me in my place. The chain around my neck is a testimony of my love for you. Please keep me around you until I am of no more worth to you. I'll give you all the money in the world for you to gamble. Oh, master, you're just so pretty..." He rambles. "I can't believe I get to be your doll of all things. I can't believe I get to experience the joy of being your pretty little househusband. Will you bring me to events? Or will you have me cling onto your arm as a symbol of your status? Would you like the company under your name? Or, maybe you'll-"

"That's enough," You press a finger to his lips, and the vice president smiles at you.

"Here's the blank life plan."

"My doll," Your fingers tilt his chin up to face you. "What age do you think you should be wed to me?"

"I don't care," He rests his cheek on your thigh, closing his eyes, lashes fluttering. "Whatever age you want."

"Hm," You hum. "How about this? Since you lost your ability to do anything, you'll be my pretty doll to play with. When you turn eighteen, we wed. Before that, your goal is to gamble back all of your net worth with only 100 thousand dollars I borrow you. You can do that for me, can't you, doll?"

The sinister red in Komaeda's eyes tell you yes.

"Of course, if you can't then I won't be able to take you as my husband until you do. You know? I can't possibly marry a man who can't even match to their lover in terms of gambling." You giggle, scribbling it down. "And then when we turn twenty four, we can have our first child. Your company will become one of the most expensive ones out there, and then I can officially declare that we're married that year. When we turn twenty seven, we can have our second child. After that, we'll both run our businesses. Of course, I hold all the stock to yours since you lost. Hm? How does that sound, doll?" 

Komaeda purrs happily. "Anything for you, master."

You smile mockingly. "Then get working."

Both the snake on your neck and the devil on your shoulder help Komaeda out. His luck manifests in a new form. The black cat. The cat that sits on the table, knocking cards and tiles out of the opponent's hands. The cat that sits on the wheel, pushing the ball into a specific slot. The cat that is a horror for people to see. The symbol of bad luck. Komaeda's luck manifests in the form it has been all along.

The cat on the first day of school.

"Master!" Komaeda's eyes brighten as you step into the room, Hinata behind you. 

"My doll," You smile at him affectionately, running your hand through his hair. "How is it?"

He shows you his hand, and you smile. You flick the bell on his collar. "I'll leave this to you, my pretty toy."

Komaeda stares at his opponent, lips curling into a smile.

"Let's play."

A black cat licks its fur outside the window.

Yuuji is so cute and lovable and Sukuna is so cool and sensual I love this story

Devils roll the dice. Angels roll their eyes (Chapter 1)

Of course, you always knew that the angel and devil on people's shoulders can manifest into a physical form. But you didn't expect it to happen to you. And most of all, you didn't think they'd be so sexy.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: Urban Fantasy AU, fluff, smut Word Count: 7k Playlist: Angel and Devil Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, poly, oral, fingering, creampie, anal. Mentions of a car accident in the past. Religious themes, sacrilege. Yuuji is an angel, and Sukuna is a demon. They will have a romantic and sexual relationship with reader and each other. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Thank you so much to my sweet friend @tinymaru for giving Yuuji and Sukuna their angel and devil look in the header! Love you!

This story is my contribution to the Heaven and Hell collab. Thank you so much to the lovely @semisgroupie for hosting this amazing collab! Also: Happy Birthday to you, Venus!!

They appear at your table without warning.

One moment you're wallowing in self-pity, wiping away some tears while taking a sip from the comfort-milkshake you ordered for yourself here in the slightly shabby diner you always go to after work when you're close to breaking down. And the next moment, you become aware of two tall figures stopping in front of your table.

You look up in confusion and slight alarm. What the fuck is it now? Not enough that you had a stressful day at work with two customers yelling at you on the phone while you had to stay friendly and professional, your shitty coworker ratting you out to your boss about a mistake you made, and that boss telling you that you have to take one more shift because your department is horribly understaffed. And now it looks like you're gonna get robbed or something in this shitty diner. Just great!

You're too done to even be scared as your gaze lands on the two strangers who dare to add even more problems to your already stressful day.

You blink in confusion. They look so much alike that they are probably twins, definitely brothers. Pastel pink hair, almost identical haircut, tall, buff body, very attractive. But as much as they look alike, they also give off very different vibes.

One of them is wearing all white. The other all black. One of them is smiling brightly. The other is glaring at you menacingly and has black tattoos lining his handsome face. One of them has honey-colored eyes that look golden somehow, and the other has maroon-colored eyes that seem to glow red.

It doesn't make sense. One of them appears bathed in a golden light while the other is standing enveloped in shadows. How is this possible? Is it a trick of the light? But the rest of the diner looks just like always.

Maybe you are finally losing your mind.

The smiley one in white lifts a tan hand in a little wave, and his smile grows even brighter. He looks like some college jock or something. Very handsome, dressed in sporty clothes, a soft-looking white hoodie, skinny white jeans, and matching white sneakers with gold-colored shoelaces. It suits him and accentuates his athletic build.

"Heyy, (y/n)! Did you have a rough day at work again, sweetheart? Can we join you, please? We're here to help!"

His voice is warm and pretty.

Pictures appear before your mind's eye: Honey and sunshine, gold wrappers around caramel chocolate, soft candlelight on a romantic date.

You furrow your brow in confusion. Why do you describe a stranger's voice in such a poetic way? Where is this coming from? And why does he act like he knows you?

You look directly into his eyes, realizing that he really has golden eyes. Are those contact lenses? And what does he mean, they are here to help you?

"Um...who are you?"

You hear an annoyed-sounding huff, and your gaze snaps to the guy in the elegant tailored black suit. His glowing red eyes bore into yours, making you feel strangely naked as if he can not only see through your clothes but also through your skin and flesh and see right into your heart and soul. It's a creepy feeling. You shiver slightly, unconsciously hugging yourself.

But you can't look away from him, as scary as he is. You imagine this is what it feels like to be trapped in a Venus flytrap. Knowing you will get devoured but still being attracted to the seductive scent of nectar that lured you in with the temptation of the most delicious meal you ever laid your eyes upon.

His muscular arms are crossed in front of his broad chest while he musters you as if you really are a mere fly. His voice is low and velvety, sounding somehow inappropriately erotic even though his reply isn't sexual in any way.

"What does it look like? We are your angel and your devil."

The same thing that happened when the guy in white talked to you happens again: Pictures appear in your mind. Dark red silk sheets, red neon lights, lovers entangled in a passionate embrace, a fire crackling in a fireplace, a juicy red apple offered on a plush velvet pillow. Temptation incarnate.

You realize that you moved closer to the edge of the bench. Closer to him. Your eyes widen in shock, and you grab the table tightly to stop yourself from moving.

His words slowly begin to register. Your eyes widen, and your mouth falls open in a surprised gasp.

"What? But..how? Why? How come I never saw you before? I...I thought I didn't have an angel and devil..."

The guy in black, your devil, you assume, clicks his tongue, raising his eyebrows while he lifts one elegant hand and inspects his slightly pointy black nails, looking so arrogant and annoyed but also sexy as hell. Literally.

A hysterical-sounding chuckle escapes your lips. But you fall silent when your devil speaks up again in his low, seductive voice:

"There was no use to show ourselves. Trust me, I didn't ask for this. I'm pretty busy ruling my circle of hell. I don't even know why I had to be bothered with something mundane like looking after a human anyways."

His little rant gets interrupted by the one with the golden glow around him. Your angel. He laughs softly, sounding sweet like cotton candy at Disney Land on a beautiful summer day.

His hand lands on the devil's arm, smacking it lightly. Tan, golden skin on black fabric, casting a warm glow over the shadows that seem to gather around your devil.

"Oh, please, don't act so almighty. I bet you are pretty bored down there on your lonely throne. I heard there's not much going on in the seventh hell circle apart from that river of blood."

He turns to you with a cute smile on his pretty face:

"I'm glad to finally meet you again, (y/n)! I've been watching over you for several years now. Can you recall your 18'th birthday when you got into that car accident? Maybe you remember me."

A memory comes to you. Lying in the wrecked car, waiting for help to come or for death. And suddenly, a soft glow. A feeling of peacefulness and safety washing over you. A warm hand holding yours, soothing words whispered to you, comforting golden light in the middle of the night.

A reassuring smile, pink hair, and a golden halo on top, something feathery soft brushing against your arms. A sensation of being wrapped in love and hopefulness.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Help is on the way. They'll be here any minute now. I'll stay with you until then. You'll be ok, I promise you. I got you. Just look at me. You're doing great. You want to live, right, sweetie? And you will. I love you so much, don't forget me, ok? Maybe we'll meet again."

You thought it had just been your delirious mind, high on adrenalin, confused from the shock.

"Wait.. so that was real? Are you...what? My guardian angel?"

"Yep, that's me! Yuuji, your guardian angel! I mean, it's my second job. We have a bit of a staff shortage since the world population has been increasing so much. So you only get one angel for all your needs and not several ones. I'm also the angel to guide your conscience. That little guy on your shoulder."

He looks at you with his big golden eyes, nodding and smiling, looking as if what he just told you isn't the craziest thing you have ever heard. Staff shortage in heaven, huh?

And describing himself as the little guy on your shoulder when nothing about him is little. He is tall and muscular, the glow surrounding him making him look ethereal, so powerful that it should be terrifying but instead makes you feel safe and protected.

Your mind is still struggling to accept that you met the angel and devil on your shoulder in the flesh. They really exist! Of course, you know that supposedly everyone has them, and some people meet the manifestations of them. You have even seen people accompanied by their angel and devil, but somehow they never looked so...so beautiful! They just looked like regular humans. Maybe only the people they belong to can see their true form?

Your angel, Yuuji, takes a step towards you. You can feel his aura. It's like feeling the sun coming out and warming you after shivering in the cold. It's like that sudden spark of hope you get when you receive good news. It feels like comfort and safety and love, and you almost start crying because it's so beautiful.

Your hands twitch and move forward out of their own accord. Before you can stop yourself, you tentatively touch Yuuji's hand with your fingertips, giving in to the need to touch this comforting aura. You feel warm and soft skin under your fingertips.

The angel laughs, a lovely sound like sunlight and diamonds glittering on wedding rings made of pure gold.

He turns his hand, so his palm is looking upwards, and he can take your hand in his and intertwine your fingers. His touch is gentle and reassuring. You remember it. It helped you in the darkest and loneliest moments of your life when you were lying in that car, so sure, there was no hope left until he appeared and wrapped you in his love.

A choked sob escapes your lips as tears gather in your eyes, and you tighten your hold on Yuuji's hand.

He squeezes your hand gently.

"Aww, I'm sorry, this must be a lot for you right now, sweetheart."

You are barely able to nod while staring at your hand in Yuuji's bigger one. You are holding hands with an angel!

"Y..yes.. this is kinda crazy."

A mocking-sounding laugh makes you turn your head towards your devil who's watching you with a rude look in his pretty eyes, which sparkle like rubies.

"Are you always this slow, princess?"

What is his problem? What did you do to piss him off that much? Your initial fear is forgotten, and you glare back at him.

"Are you always this grumpy?"

His red eyes flicker suddenly. They already looked devilish a moment ago, but now they are blazing with neon red fire. Your hand tightens its hold on Yuuji's. Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision to argue with a Lord of Hell. You are really grateful that your guardian angel is here too!

But to your utter astonishment, all the devil does is laugh softly before sliding into the booth and sitting down on the bench across from you. He places his elbows on the sticky table, resting his chiseled chin on one hand as he smirks smugly at you, eying you so intensely that it makes your skin crawl. He looks at you like a cat looks at a new plaything, a little mouse or bird it can toy with before it eats it.

His low voice is a sexy purr, seductive, making you lean towards him despite the fear you feel.

"I am Sukuna, your devil, and the one you should always listen to. I'll explain this only once, so you better listen closely, my dear:

I assume you are at least familiar with the concept of every human getting assigned a personal angel and demon, right? Our job is to guide your conscience. Some people never meet their angel and devil in the flesh because there's no need for it. They just go on about their boring everyday lives without much ado. Others meet their angel and demon at some point in their lives because a situation calls for it. And that's the case with you."

Somehow he's so close to you now, and one of his large hands reaches out to cup your chin with his thumb and index finger. You are mesmerized by his glittering red eyes, the black lines adorning his pretty face, his seductive voice, and the arrogant, sexy smirk on his pink lips.

The lips which are so close to yours now that you can feel his warm breath caress your skin when he continues to talk:

"There's only so long we can sit something out. But your constant worrying and obsessing over your job situation made it necessary for us to manifest in the mortal world. So now we're here at your disposal, unfortunately."

The last part is breathed against your lips, almost sounding like a moan, making you press your thighs together as your lips part in a soft groan, causing them to touch your devil's sinfully soft lips, sharing an accidental, almost-kiss that sends sparks through your body.

He pulls away with an evil grin on his handsome features, leaning back against the backrest of the bench, looking so conceited that it's infuriating.

You lick your lips and clear your throat feeling a bit dizzy. But Yuuji's strong warm hand squeezes yours gently, and it helps you focus again. Your angel joins you on the bench now, sitting next to you, sliding so close that you can feel his body heat next to you, warm and comforting.

You give him a grateful smile before looking at your devil again.

"Ok, thanks for the explanation. But um, look, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but why exactly are you here, Sukuna? Wouldn't it be better to only have an angel who guides us, humans? So we would make the righteous decisions?"

"That's not how it works, princess. What would hell be like if everyone made the right decisions and behaved themselves? We need souls down there too."

"Oh, that sounds extremely trustworthy, of course. Yep, I'll definitely listen to your advice now."

He sighs at your sarcastic reply, but you see the amusement in his ruby eyes. The devil seems to enjoy this situation a lot more than he claims to do. Maybe it's really boring in his circle of hell.

"Trust me, I'm not planning to drag you into hell with me. You already sound like a real brat. I wouldn't want that around me all the time! And my advice is useful. An angel will tell you to put others first, but a devil like me will help you fight for your own goals."

Next to you, Yuuji laughs softly, but his laugh sounds happy, genuinely amused, and good-natured.

"Sukuna is right. You can benefit from your devil's conviction. That's what this is about, after all. There are always two sides to everything. And we help you find the way that's best for you. Hey, can we order something now? Those milkshakes and burgers look delicious! I always miss human food when I'm not here!"

His pretty face is alight with excitement, golden eyes sparkling happily, sunshine smile making him look so beautiful that you can only stare at him with a warm feeling spreading through your chest and butterflies beginning to set flight in your belly.

"Of course, I'll order all the milkshakes and burgers you want, my sweet angel. You can have anything you want."

You blink in confusion. Why did you say that? Sukuna's laughter carries to your ear, and his amused, sexy drawl:

"And you thought only the demon would be dangerous, hm? Well, darling, your angel boy here is a hazard too."

At the same time, Yuuji exclaims loudly:

"Oh good Lord, I am sorry! Did I use some angel power? I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry, sweetheart! You don't have to buy anything for me! I have my own money!"

Angel power? Making you want to buy things for him and kneel in front of him to worship him and offer all your belongings to get a bit of his heavenly love? Wow.

Your life will definitely be a lot more interesting from now on, with your angel and devil by your side.

But Yuuji and Sukuna manifested here to help you, right? And you really could use some advice when it comes to your problems at work.

Also, they look really cute when they both sip on their milkshakes, vanilla for Yuuji, and maraschino cherry for Sukuna. And very pretty. And so sexy. You can't stop staring at them.

Whoever is in charge of assigning an angel and devil to a human did a fantastic job when deciding you'd get such gorgeous messengers of heaven and hell!

"So, are you gonna be here all the time? My apartment isn't that big, you know?"

It's a strange feeling walking down the street to your apartment flanked by those two tall pink-haired guys, knowing they are your personal angel and devil. The weird thing is not that they are here, but that it feels so natural as if they belong here by your side.

You just worry a bit as you near your home because you don't have enough space to have them both staying over. The couch is the only space besides your bed that can function as a sleeping place, but it only has enough room for one person. Or angel. Or devil. Do angels and devils even sleep?

Sukuna's deep chuckle lets you see more images in your head. A dark red velvet blanket and silk pillows, red candle wax dripping onto naked skin, crystal glasses with red wine standing on a nightstand, two figures entangled on a richly decorated bed, passionate kisses, rhythmic thrusts, and cries of pleasure.

"Oh princess, don't worry about that. I can just sleep on top of you. And angel boy here can sleep on the floor. Just use your wings as cushions, sweetheart."

"Oh heavens! I won't let you molest (y/n)!"

"It's not molesting if she wants me in her bed, and let's face it. All three of us know that she does."

The smirk on his face is so insufferable that your fingers twitch with the need to punch him. But Yuuji's warm touch on your arm makes you take a deep breath and instead just reply:

"Oh, is that so? Maybe I want Yuuji in my bed!"

"Look, there's no need to fight! We don't have to be here all the time. We will always be in your soul, yes. Watching you and your surroundings, but we don't have to be here in the flesh all the time. Only when we want to communicate with you."

Yuuji smiles reassuringly at you, solving the problem with that useful piece of information that your devil decided to withhold from you. But the relief is short-lived because Sukuna's velvety voice drawls:

"Well, then leave, little angel brat. I sure as hell won't."

Smug satisfaction is spreading over his handsome face. Yuuji's eyes turn so golden that they are blinding to look at here on the dark street. He sends your devil an indignant look.

"If you're not leaving, I'm not leaving either!"

An hour later, you have managed to shower and get ready for bed and are now lying on your side with a nervously fluttering heart as you watch your angel getting undressed in front of you.

Since Yuuji and Sukuna decided to bless you with their presence all night, you chose to let your angel join you in bed and banish your devil onto the couch. After all, sharing a bed with an angel sounds pretty safe.

But doubts are creeping into your mind as you watch an already shirtless Yuuji pulling down his white pants.

He is gorgeous. Tan skin with a golden glow, buff muscles everywhere. Broad shoulders, firm biceps, deliciously toned pecs with very lickable pink nipples, defined abs, a v-line that makes you want to get on your knees and worship him all night. Strong muscular thighs and a big bulge in those tight white boxer briefs that lets you know exactly how big your sweet angel is down there.

He looks at you with a pretty smile on his handsome face, truly looking angelic. So breathtakingly beautiful that it almost hurts to look at him.

Maybe it was a stupid idea to say you want him to sleep in your bed.

But he's already lifting the blanket, slipping underneath it to join you with a big smile on his soft pink lips and a pretty sparkle in his golden eyes, and how could you say no? And after all, he is also your guardian angel. You feel safe with him. You know he will protect you, will take care of you.

It's not yourself who you fear for. It's him.

Because it's so hard to stop yourself from touching him, from running your hands over that sun-kissed skin, caressing those big pecs and everything else, hoping that you can make your sweet angel boy moan because he probably makes the most heavenly sounds!

You gulp hard, tensing up because you feel so guilty about having those impure thoughts about a messenger of heaven.

But then Yuuji is there right in front of you with his cute smile and comforting presence. One of his large warm hands cups your cheek gently.

"Hey, please don't be scared, my love. I promise you are safe with me. You can just go to sleep. I will protect you."

"It's not me I am worried about!"

Your eyes widen as you realize what you just blurted out. Why did you do that? And why is your mouth opening again to add more?

"You are so beautiful, and I feel this...this urge to get closer...I am so sorry, Yuuji!"

His thumb caresses your cheek with so much tenderness that it makes your heart overflow with warmth.

"Aww, hey, it's ok, sweetheart. I get it. You want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Well, you can. Don't hold back, sweetie. It's fine! I am in love with love and affection. I love sharing it with you. And I love you. I love you very, very much."

God, he is perfect!

Before you can stop yourself, your hands are running over his buff biceps, marveling at how firm his muscles feel and how soft his skin is.

And then you get a taste of heaven when Yuuji's warm lips find yours in a tender, slow kiss that tastes like cotton candy and sweet strawberries and clouds and sunshine and everything pastel pink and sweet.

This must be how the kiss of true love mentioned in fairytales feels like. Because Yuuji is the embodiment of love and comfort and everything good in this world. You find yourself sighing happily into his mouth when his soft tongue slips between your lips.

He keeps kissing you, slow and deep, so loving and sweet. Your heart clenches at the realization that Yuuji won't pull away unless you do. He won't take the comfort of his heavenly kiss away from you. It's your decision when you are ok with ending the kiss.

He's so good to you, truly your angel.

You pull away with a happy smile, and there's a matching cute grin on Yuuji's pretty face too.

"Do you want to sleep, cutie? It's already late, and I want you to get some good rest."

You nod, unable to say anything because you fear that if you do, you will end up crying. The last months have been rough for you, always stressing about so many things, always too much work, too much overthinking, too much bullshit to deal with.

You had wished for someone to hug you, to listen to you, to just let you fall into their arms and forget about the craziness of the world out there for a little while. And now your wish has come true so unexpectedly in the form of this beautiful and sweet angel who's currently lying half-naked in your bed after blessing you with the best kisses of your life.

Finally, you open your mouth to whisper in a voice thick with emotion:

"Thank you, Yuuji. For everything. For being there for me in the night of the accident. And for today. You're making me feel a lot better."

"Aww, please don't thank me, sweetheart. You're very welcome. I love taking care of you."

His smile is like your personal sun right here in your bed.

Yuuji snuggles closer to you, his strong arms wrapping you in a loving embrace. He rests his head on your chest and makes a cute noise that makes you reach out and run a hand through his soft pink hair that feels like you imagine a fluffy cloud to feel like.

You close your eyes while cuddling your angel boy. He is warm and heavy, but not in a suffocating way but in a way that makes you feel safe and comfortable and bursting from happiness.

You sigh happily, realizing that you haven't been this at ease for months. Usually, you lie awake for hours at night obsessing over the things your coworkers did or the piles of work waiting on your desk. But tonight, you feel happy and relaxed, wrapped in your angel's strong arms. Enveloped in love and affection, cuddling your personal piece of heaven as you drift off to a peaceful slumber filled with nothing but sweet dreams about pastel pink clouds and golden eyes.

You wake up the next morning feeling more rested than you did in a long time, stretching carefully so as not to wake your pretty angel, who's still snoring softly against your chest, feeling so comforting on top of you.

Just as you finish that thought, he stirs, and his eyes open, pure gold blinking sleepily at you through long black lashes. He's so pretty! It's like you have your personal sunrise here in your bed.

"Good morning, my sweet angel."

You can't help but coo at him and pet his soft pink hair as a happy smile spreads over your face. Yuuji blesses you with one of his angelic smiles as he leans into your touch.

"Aww, good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?"

"Better than in months! Thank you."

He laughs softly, a happy, joyful sound, so delighted that he could help you. Slowly he untangles himself from you and braces himself on his strong arms to lean over you, buff body covering yours completely. Soft skin and firm muscles. And to your pleasant surprise, even angels seem to have morning wood, rubbing against your thigh big and hard, heaven's sweetest treat.

Yuuji leans down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I'm glad about that! Is it ok if I take a bath? Us angels are always clean, but bathing is one of the things I really enjoy so much when I'm on earth! Bubble baths are so amazing! I don't understand why we don't have them! So, can I please?"

Your chest feels so warm. He's so sweet, so pure and genuine, so lovely and good down to his very core. How could you say no to his every wish? If your sweet angel wants to take a bubble bath, he should definitely do that.

Even though you would very much want him to stay here in your bed, on top of you, where you can run your hands over his muscular back and feel the big hard bulge in his boxer briefs press against you.

You wonder how it would feel to get fucked by him, by an angel. Your panties feel wet all of a sudden, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back a bit, making your panty-clad pussy rub against him.

There's only the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers separating you, and you can feel his hot erection throbbing through it. And he can probably feel your wet heat too.

"Yuuji..."

The guilt you felt last night is gone. He told you it's ok to touch him. You're just not sure how much touching is allowed. Do angels indulge in carnal desire?

Yuuji's breathing heavily when you look up at him, his eyes shining even more golden, making them look like two little suns.

"Yes, sweetie?"

He rolls his hips slowly against you, letting you feel more of him, and elicits a soft gasp from you when his large cock glides so heavenly over your swollen clit. His glowing golden eyes never leave yours as he repeats the motion, watching you closely for your reaction.

"Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to give you anything."

"I...I want...Um, can we? Is it ok if we... Oh gosh. Do angels have sex?"

Your angel boy's laugh is beautiful and sweet like the chiming of a hundred little bells. And the way he's rutting against you should already be answer enough, but his low soothing voice spells it out for you, sounding warm like honey, a sensual, comforting caress:

"Yes, we do. We make love. Do you want that? Do you want me to make love to you?"

You can't help but moan at his words, and your fingers tighten on his muscular back, fingernails digging gently into his warm skin as your hips buck up against him.

"Yes, please. Make love to me, my angel."

You spend the next half an hour learning just how heavenly sex with your angel is. He's taking you to several highs, making you feel like you are on cloud nine when his large hands cup your tits and his soft lips spoil your nipples with tender kisses, making you moan and cream so much that you almost cum from just this.

But Yuuji still has a lot more to bless you with, and his sweet kisses wander down your body. His hands and mouth make love to every inch of your skin they find on their way.

You welcome him eagerly between your spread thighs, so wet for him like you've never been for anyone else before. And beautiful Yuuji pulls down your panties and smiles up at you with his sweet sunshine smile, so loving and tender in everything he does.

"So pretty my love. Everything about you is so pretty. I want to taste your sweetness on my tongue."

He eats you out with his sweet soft angel mouth, kissing and licking and sucking your clit until you are lost to sweet heavenly bliss and yank on his soft pink hair as your thighs shake uncontrollably. Your back arches, and you cry out his name as you cum and cum and cum.

A series of gasps and moans tumbles out of your mouth, followed by an "Oh sweet heaven!" when you see his beautiful thick cock for the first time, so hard for you, so big and strong and pretty.

A loud, needy cry of his name when he pushes inside you, and you wrap your legs around his waist as Yuuji folds you in half, making sweet love to you with deep gentle thrusts that make you feel like floating through heaven.

"Is that good, sweetie? Does it feel good? I love you so much, sweetheart ah! Ah! I love how tight you are and how warm, so wet, oh sweetie! This is heaven on earth!"

His moans and whines sound so cute, so pretty, making your head spin. You look up at your beautiful sexy angel through half-lidded eyes, which are blurry with tears because his cock hits the right spot over and over again.

His strong body presses you down in the perfect way that makes you feel taken care of and fucked so good that you can't stop crying and moaning and begging for more.

And your sweet angel boy gives you more. He gives you anything you need without any hesitation. Strong snaps of his hips, deep, slow thrusts, perfect cock, and perfect body fucking you to paradise.

Your orgasm on your angel's cock is the sweetest bliss you have ever felt. You're cumming so hard, body spasming with wave after wave of pure heavenly ecstasy, as your pussy clenches around Yuuji's thick cock, and you cry out loudly, unable to hold back.

You're still a mewling crying mess when you feel your angel pump you full with his thick hot ropes of seed.

He stays inside you, heavy body pressing you down exactly how you need it, making you feel so protected and full and loved, as Yuuji kisses you tenderly, moaning softly into your mouth.

You caress his muscular back and his biceps, marveling at how good he feels. You could spend forever like this, wrapped in your angel's arms, his wonderful cock inside you, his strong, buff body on top of you. Basking in the exhilarating, joyous feeling of afterglow after he blessed you with the sweetest fuck of your life.

Or lovemaking, as he calls it. And that's truly what it is. You have never felt so loved before. So filled with love, surrounded by it, wrapped in it.

He pulls out slowly when your alarm goes off, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and smiling this sweet smile at you.

"I guess it's time for you to get ready for work, sweetheart. You know what? I'll run a bath for you and me."

And he disappears into the bathroom, giving you a lovely view of his gorgeous naked body, the divine sight of his back muscles and toned thighs, and that firm round ass.

You moan and let your head fall back on the pillow. Meeting your angel in the flesh is definitely the best thing that ever happened to you.

When you get up a few minutes later, you find out that Yuuji's cum is just as pretty as the rest of him. Milky white trails run down your thighs, thick and glittering so prettily, like vanilla milkshake laced with gold dust.

You follow your sexy angel into the bathroom with wobbly legs and a racing heart.

You're glad you always set your alarm early because this way, you have enough time to enjoy your bath with Yuuji. He's sitting behind you in the tub, laughing happily because he loves the bubble bath so much. Blowing white foam off his large tan hands and chuckling in delight.

But his hands also do other things. They wash you with gentle caresses, making you so horny once again that you spread your legs needily for your angel. And he smiles and kisses you and rubs slow, tender circles around your swollen clit until you cum again, slumping bonelessly against his muscular body afterwards.

When you walk into the living room a while later, dressed and ready to make some breakfast, you catch yourself smiling. Something which usually doesn't happen when you're about to go to work. Your guardian angel is already doing a fantastic job! The prospect of going to work doesn't seem that bad after this blissful morning.

You are so deep in thought that you don't see the devil sitting on your couch until his velvety low voice purrs mockingly:

"Good morning to you too, princess. Yes, I slept great on your ratty couch. Thank you for asking. Your hospitality really knows no bounds."

You gasp and stop in your tracks, head whipping around to look at the impressive sight in front of you.

Sukuna is sitting on the couch, long legs spread slightly, mustering you with his glowing red eyes, which are glittering like red diamonds in the dimly lit room. The smug smirk on his handsome face makes him look arrogant. But also incredibly sexy. He looks like a king sitting on his throne.

And you feel so small all of a sudden, like a mere peasant who has to crawl in the dirt before the king's throne, begging him for forgiveness for not treating him like the powerful and perfect being that he is.

Without realizing it, you walk towards Sukuna. The grin on his beautiful face grows bigger. One long finger brushes over his lips. You watch, mesmerized as his forked tongue darts out to lick over the pointy tip of his black fingernail. His tongue is tattoed too, you realize, and it makes you groan helplessly.

Somehow the living room is much darker than it should be at this time of day. Wrapped in shadows and a red glow, making it appear like the insides of a nightclub. The air is thick, seductive, luring you to get even closer to the enticing demon dressed in his elegant black suit with the black dress shirt and dark red tie.

You reach your devil and open your mouth to say something, but Sukuna's large hands land on your hips before you can do anything else. He pushes you down with ease, strong hands making you kneel between his long, toned legs.

Your chest is heaving heavily in a mix of fear and desire as you look up at your beautiful devil. An elegant hand lands on your head, strong fingers petting your hair like one would pet a dog.

The smirk on the demon lord's beautiful face grows even more devilish.

"Yeah, that's much better. See, this is where you belong. At my feet, crawling before my throne."

Suddenly a light tinkle is heard, the sweet chiming of bells, and Yuuji appears in a puff of pastel pink clouds and glittering gold dust, manifesting directly behind Sukuna. He puts a tan hand on the demon's shoulder.

"Not so fast, my sweet devil. I think you forgot that you and I are supposed to serve her and not the other way around."

Your devil groans and his hold on your hair loosens.

"You're so annoying, angel brat! Always spoiling all the fun I have. I'm finally here in the human world with all its vice and sin, but instead of having the time of my life, I get kept in check by some pathetic virgin?"

The spell Sukuna had over you breaks, and you can finally breathe again, taking a deep lungful of air. The room seems lighter, too, now. You get up, and the first thing you say is:

"He isn't a virgin, trust me."

At the same time as Yuuji says:

"Why do you think I'm a virgin? Just because I'm an angel? You know we have fun in heaven too! We live for love! And that includes physical love. We cherish it. We admire and love each other's bodies. So maybe you are the real virgin here because I don't think there's much love down in your hellhole!"

"Let me tell you that I have a whole castle full of succubi and incubi at my beck and call."

"Oh wow, great, a demon joy house. It must be so amazing to know they only share their bodies with you because you order them to or because they want to get something out of it. Don't you want to feel loved? It's so much nicer when someone comes to you willingly and wants to show you how much they love you! When someone wants to please you and make you happy without a selfish reason!"

You see a bellicose twinkle in both their eyes. It makes you gulp hard as it is a reminder that they are both extremely powerful beings who once fought in a war on different sides. A war which Yuuji's side won, and that resulted in Sukuna and his companions getting cast from heaven. So it's no wonder that they are so quickly at each other's throats. The angel and the fallen angel.

"Boys, could you stop, please! I think we all get it. No one in this room is a virgin anymore, and that's perfectly fine. It would be fine too, though, if one of us was still a virgin. Ok? Please calm down, both of you."

Yuuji's gaze meets yours, and his golden eyes soften visibly.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll be nice."

His sunshine smile is back on his handsome face as his hand wanders from Sukuna's shoulder up to his jaw, cupping your devil's chin and tilting his head back, so the demon looks up at the angel standing behind the couch.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch the scene before you. They look so beautiful together. Your angel and your devil. Light and dark, love and desire, heaven and hell.

The air becomes charged with tension. Sukuna and Yuuji are caught in their very own little dance. A game of power. You realize at that moment that dominance and submission aren't a defined line between them. Because as much as you feel that Sukuna is the dominant one, the one who takes, and Yuuji is the one who gives, you can't quite say who is in the lead here.

Your sweet angel seems to be able to deal with the shady devil pretty well. Which is a good thing, considering that they are here to help you make the best decisions.

You watch in fascination as the smirk on Sukuna's face turns into an amused smile as he stays in the same position, head tilted back, the angel's hand cupping his chin. And Yuuji leans down until his lips brush against the demon's ear.

"Doesn't it feel nice when someone touches you tenderly?"

His thumb brushes over Sukuna's lower lip, caressing it gently. And the angel breaths a soft kiss on the demon's ear.

"Don't you want to know what it's like when someone makes love to you instead of just letting you take them?"

By now, his hand has tilted Sukuna's face to the side, and Yuuji is leaning over him, closer and closer until his lips touch Sukuna's forehead in a slow, tender kiss.

Your devil laughs at that, and one of his hands darts up in lightspeed to wrap around the back of Yuuji's neck. His pointy black nails dig into the soft tan skin, holding the angel boy in place.

Sukuna's forked and tattooed tongue licks a wet trail over Yuuji's throat, flicking against his adam's apple teasingly and then further up over his chin and the corner of his lips. He stops when he reaches the angel's earlobe, which he takes lightly between his canines.

Like a cat that has your hand in its mouth, not yet biting but warning you to stop what you've been doing before it will be forced to hurt you.

He growls against Yuuji's skin:

"No thanks, angel brat. Making love sounds boring to me. I'd rather fuck you and our little human senseless."

His words make desire throb in your deepest core, and you think you hear a soft moan coming from Yuuji. But then the devil chuckles and lets go of the angel before adding:

"You better hurry up, brats. The little human has to be at work in half an hour, and as much as we hate that workplace, we always have to ensure to be there punctually, so the people in charge have nothing to use against us. The devil is an excellent businessman, my darling. So you better learn to listen to me."

Your devil sounds arrogant and commanding, but you think his voice has a softer tone now, and somehow you feel that your angel knows all too well how to handle his counterpart.

It makes you smile to yourself as you make your way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before leaving for work. And today, you know that you have your personal angel and devil at your proposal anytime you need them. So maybe it will finally be a good day at work.

Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my contribution to the Heaven and Hell collab! I had so much fun writing for the angel and devil theme! Yuuji is such a perfect (guardian) angel to me! I got so emotional and had so many butterflies while writing about him awww. And Sukuna is a very sexy devil who might be a bit softer for reader and Yuuji than he lets on at first :) He's from the seventh circle of hell, the circle of violence. I picked that because it suited Sukuna, in my opinion, and that circle has a blood river, which reminds me of Sukuna's domain.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please let me know your thoughts! Comments and reblogs make me very happy!

CHAPTER 2

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I an soooo late seeing this but I’m happy that this part is out~

𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪, 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀

Premise provided by CallaLily9 on AO3: Sweet, caring, blushing Yuuji?

Soft, sincere Toji, who said please?!

A movie deal, and near death experience?!?

TOJI SHARING HIS FEELINGS, AND SAYING HE LOVES YOU DURING SEX?!?!

Toji started off at an arbitrary level 5. Yuuji worked his way up from a 0, to say, a 7. Toji is now at like level 15. Will Yuuji also get a chance at exponential growth? Does Yuuji stand a chance? Can these separate relationships even be compared on the same scale?

TW: sex, talks of cnc, talks of somnophilia,

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My god, this fic was almost the death of me!! my lord Sukuna was so hot in this~ Over here bout to make me act up frfr💕

your throne

a/n happy kinktober, friends! told ya i’d get this out by the end of the month hehe. saying this now that this is gonna be the absolute filthiest thing that will ever come from my fingertips, so read at your own risk

warning: dark content ahead!!

as always, minors pls dni

word count: 5.4k

content/warnings: reader is afab; reader is sukuna’s concubine; sukuna’s true form (so monsterfucking ig, getting in the true kinktober spirit, folks), a bit of fear play, gore, mentions of death (not main characters), sex slave vibes, prescribed position, oral (m receiving), d/s dynamics (dom!sukuna, sub!reader), degradation (and a lot of it), but some praise to make up for it, teasing, face slapping (hand and dick), spitting, brief female and male masturbation, deepthroating, throat fucking, exhibitionsism, choking, cock warming, ass play/fingering, cock worship

Your heart leapt to your throat at the other maiden’s sudden beckoning. Limbs shaking, you crossed what seemed like miles worth of ankle deep water, approaching the sanctuary of your king. You couldn’t help that your entire body was taut as a coiled spring, jumping at every sound that reached your ears.

As you neared Sukuna’s lair, your body automatically assumed its learned mechanisms.

Small, even steps.

Hands clasped neatly at your navel.

Back straight as a rod.

And most importantly, head down. Eyes down. Never look up.

It was what Master Sukuna hated the most.

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you trudged onward. Deep breaths flourished in your lungs as a last resort effort to still your trembling, to ground your restless thoughts, to calm your racing heart. But no amount of self-soothing ever prepared you for Sukuna’s voice rumbling through your chest cavity, shaking you to your core with the deep and threatening tone.

“You’re late.” There wasn’t an ounce of mercy in his tone, nothing to indicate that he would ever go easy on you. You cursed yourself for even the puniest thought that something kind would fall from the lips of the most evil demon ever to walk the Earth. There wasn’t any excuse you could make to assuage his disappointment.

“I apologize, Master Sukuna,” came your small voice. “I’ll do better next time.”

“I doubt it. Come make up for your insolence.” He always easily got to the point, attempting to cover up his desire to be in you with the fact that you hadn’t sprinted to his side the second your friend summoned you to meet him.

“Yes, Master.” You obeyed without hesitating, trying your hardest to appear graceful as you ascended the mountain of bones. Sickening cracks sounded from under your thin soles, threatening to pull a whimper from your lips. Feebly, resolve morphed together within you, barely solid, with no foundation whatsoever.

You could feel his deep red eyes bore into you, seeing through your very soul as you made your meek approach to his feet. It was a difficult task, attempting to climb up an uneven hill with bones jutting out at every which way, but more so with the advantage of eyesight taken away; you didn’t want to risk looking up to plot your next move and Sukuna taking it as disobedience.

You had seen what he did to the other concubines who showed any semblance of defiance. It burned in your eyes, haunted your dreams at night. Their blood spilled out onto the floor, eyes’ light fading in just a moment.

And he would laugh.

He would fucking laugh.

He was the thing, the creature, that you hated the most out of anything that ever existed. He was pure sadism, maliciousness, sin; the Devil incarnate.

Yet, he took an uncharacteristic liking to you.

As much as you hated him with everything in your being, you used it to aid in your survival. You were going to get out of here eventually, even if it killed you. Even if it meant playing into the hands of the ravenous beast.

Your footing finally found itself on the precipice of the mountain of skulls. Taking a calm breath, you paused for Sukuna to address you. Your shoes were soaking wet, squelching uncomfortably with the liquid from the bog below. Hands only trembling slightly, you waited for his command.

“Looking at you makes me sick,” was how he chose to address you. Despite your demure appearance, you burned with hatred. Inconspicuously, you clenched your hands, airing out some of the tension building up within you. No reply lilted from your lips, not wanting to throw Sukuna into a fit of rage that would result in your head joining the skulls making up the mountain.

“On your knees,” he commanded, eliciting an immediate response from your body. It was an automatic reaction; before the last syllable even left his lips, your body was hurtling towards the ground, not giving him any excuse to tear into you. The skin of your legs threatened to tear at the shards of calcium sticking out from beneath you, but the callouses that formed from the countless times you performed in this very spot prevented that from happening.

“Make yourself useful.” You knew his code. It was peculiar, really, how he only used innuendos with you; while it may not have been all the time, no other maiden in the realm had ever received that kind of treatment. Your hips ached as you spread your knees, assuming the position that Sukuna loved the most. Arched back. Ass out. Hands grasping forearms behind your back, pulling your muscles taut.

You nestled your way in between his legs, heart pounding in your ears. No eye contact, don’t look up at him. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the armchair of his throne, but didn’t make any effort to free himself. You saw it, though, clear as day. The bulge that was forming underneath his robe. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Blinking your eyes rapidly, you got to work quickly, not wasting a moment at Sukuna’s growing impatience. Your teeth flashed as your body leaned forward, breasts hitting the edge of his seat when your legs scooted closer to his throne to more comfortably access him. A sigh escaped his lips as you used your mouth to pull his robe to the side. In quick succession, you removed the underlying layer, watching as his cock sprung up, freed from its thin barriers.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, seeing his fully erect member in all its glory. His tip was already beginning to redden at the sight of you positioned so perfectly in front of him, waiting so sweetly to take him into your mouth. You could feel a heat igniting between your legs.

“Good slut, knowing not to use her hands,” he murmured. His eyes burned a hole in your skull as your tongue swiped across your lips, wetting them to prepare for giving him what he wanted. A tiny sigh flowed from your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss to the tip of his dick. It jolted in response, flicking against your nose, smearing precum on it.

Your head tilted down, studying the veins that had already begun to bulge, spindling underneath his skin like a map. Flattening your tongue, you set a tantalizingly slow trail up his shaft. His thighs tensed, but didn’t move from their position. You wanted to smile at how your movements captivated the King of Curses, but you valued your life more than your ego.

Tongue running up to the smoothness of his tip, you puckered your lips, taking it into your mouth, but not going past the head. Gently hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked, tongue rubbing in circles over his warmth as it leaked precum into your moist mouth.

“There you go, baby.” Your eyes threatened to shoot a glance at him as the pet name swirled in the shell of your ear. He had never, ever, called anyone that. There wasn’t any indication that he had started developing any sort of feelings with you other than the obvious physicality of it. You never spoke more than two sentences to him outside of fucking him. Why was he now starting to get soft?

Clearing your head of the unwanted thoughts, you started to bob your head up and down on his shaft, relishing in the deep breaths he released. It was a known fact that he rarely moaned, probably trying to keep up the image of an untouchable, unaffected god. It was such a taboo that the other maidens obsessed over, even going so far as to keep a running count of all the times it had occurred (you held the record).

With each descent, you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your gag reflex was wrecked by him long ago, so when his tip brushed against the back of your throat, you didn’t flinch. The tendons in your jaw ached at the stretch to accomodate his girth; though it’s what always wrecked you, yet resurrected you, every time.

“Ah, finally!” His voice boomed above you. You grappled with the urge to bat your eyes upward to discern what he was referring to - you hadn’t done anything differently. Voices that floated up from down the mountain satiated your nosiness, confirming that he wasn’t addressing you.

Knowing he didn’t like when his maidens got distracted, you kept on with pleasuring him. The scene was plain sinful, almost humorous, as he continued conversing with the prisoners of the domain, showing no signs that he was being sucked off beside your submissive form in front of him, head bobbing to an alluring tempo.

You couldn’t discern a certain thing that the group said from beneath the two of you, but Sukuna let out a mirthful laugh. He gently patted your head, which you nearly flinched at, but soon recovered, somewhat eased at the affection that he was giving you. It was uncharacteristically odd, but it soothed your nerves.

“Yes, yes, I know!” he croned. “My slut’s such a good girl.”

You couldn’t help but moan around his cock at the unanticipated praise. A wetness made itself known in your panties, the dampness seeping through the cloth easily. Sukuna only laughed at your sounds, easily covering the fact that it only fueled his fire, as indicated by his twitching in your mouth. His hand remained on your head, neither pushing it nor pulling your hair, just resting.

He bid goodbye to his visitors, seemingly in one of the best moods you’d seen him in… well, ever. His breath seethed out between his teeth at the sight of you devouring him like he was your last meal. His veins brushed against the inside of your mouth, tastebuds mapping out unexplored territory.

Spit began to spill from the corners of your lips, dripping down your tongue as it stroked the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. You really were a filthy sight, eyes squeezed shut, mouth sloppy as it continued to take in his member, deeper and deeper until it threatened to cut off your air supply. You coughed, suddenly, around him, causing him to buck his hips into you, balls slapping against your chin. The harsh contact had your eyes watering, struggling to regain your rhythm you’d constructed to keep his temper at bay.

But the slip up was the one mistake you couldn’t afford to make. Sukuna’s fingers quickly tangled into your hair and yanked you upwards. You sputtered, trying to catch your breath, saliva trailing off your lips, still connected to his cock. Your eyes twitched upward slightly, then flickered back down as you caught yourself from sealing your fate.

“What’s wrong, cumslut?” he cooed tauntingly, fisting his cock in his free hand. His good mood had dissipated in an instant. “Too big for you?”

“N-no, Master Sukuna,” you forced out, teeth gritting at the hair follicles threatening to be torn out of your head. As much as it hurt, it exhilarated you. A blush spread across your cheeks, warmth seeping down to your center. He noticed the change in your demeanor, how his roughness aroused you. It was a dangerous game you played with him, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Then why’d you fuck it up?” he growled. You watched as he pumped his cock faster, the sound of his precum and your saliva clicking in his palm like music to your ears. You swallowed roughly, throat bobbing. Before you could blink, he had deftly untangled his hand from your hair and slapped you once, twice, on your cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to bring tears to your eyes, but you still gasped in surprise at the sensation.

Redness stained your face as the skin heated in response to the hits. Your pussy clenched around nothing at his harshness, and shame flooded through you despite your obvious arousal. He was waiting for an answer, so you scrambled to give it to him - rejecting the bratty thought to keep him waiting so he would hit you again.

“I was surprised, I guess,” you admitted weakly. “But I’ll do better. I promise, Master.”

You let your tone take on a sweetness to honey up his rage, but it didn’t do you much good. A wicked smile voiced itself when Sukuna spoke again, releasing his dick, letting it slap against his stomach, the wetness staining the fabric.

“No, I’ll do better,” he corrected you, pulling you forward by the hair to come face to face with his cock again. He held it once again, your jaw opening automatically to take him in once more. But instead of sinking you down on it, he slapped it against your face. You winced at the contact, but relished in the way that the wetness stuck to your cheek, how the liquid cooled to soothe the red skin.

“Tongue out,” he commanded. You obeyed without question, letting the pretty pink muscle loll out of your mouth, waiting for his next move. He didn’t hesitate to spit into your mouth, the sensation foreign as you refused to budge, the liquid still on your tongue. He didn’t pause for a minute, smacking his cock against your tongue, breath coming in uneven gasps at the warmth. You knew that he pined to be inside you again, to be enveloped by your heat, your wetness.

His desire to plunge into your mouth soon won out in his sadistic game of slapping you with his cock. He released himself and tugged on your hair once again, this time pressing you onto his length. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his girth, pushing your head lower and lower until your throat constricted around him.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned. Victoriously, you made a mental note to tell the other maidens to add a point to your score. His thighs tensed, tightening around you so that you couldn’t escape. Eyes clenching shut, you focused on your breaths to keep you calm while his dick was impossibly lodged far down your throat.

After another few moments he relented. But he gave you no semblance of control as he guided your head up and down on his shaft at his own pace. The only thing you could do was suck and dash your tongue over his veins whenever you could - and attempt to control the desire that was now achingly apparently in the drip of your cunt onto the bones underneath you.

“Eyes on me, whore,” he growled, tugging at your hair to emphasize his order. “Watch me while I fuck your throat.”

Your eyes shot up immediately, your brain screaming at the contradiction. A fleeting fear coursed through your veins, but he had commanded you to, so it eased your nerves somewhat. Your eyes met Sukuna’s, the blood red pools piercing through you. His face was contorted in pleasure, holding nothing back now that there wasn’t anyone here but you to witness him showing emotions.

His teeth flashed in a feral grin at your wide eyes studying his face. He relished in the sight of you taking him whole, throat squeezing him in all the right places. The way you forced your eyes wide open despite your entire face contorting with effort to keep your mouth ajar. He loved having you, his cumslut, at his disposal, watching him fuck your throat raw.

Your nails dug into your arms as he began thrusting into you. You fought to keep yourself upright at the speed of his hips, but your body could barely function. Mouth stretching impossibly wide, balls slapping against your chin at a superhuman speed, you were inches away from toppling down the mountain (a sight that you were not unfamiliar with).

The groans that came from Sukuna’s mouth were animalistic, feral, as he tore through you, wrecking your throat. Your moans came out in muffles, further pushing him to fuck you impossibly harder. You hated how mean he was, hated his thirst for power, for control - but even more undeniable to you, you hated how much he turned you on.

You knew he would notice when your nails removed themself from the skin of your arm. You knew he would see your hand snake back around to your front, pulling up the hem of your dress. You knew he would despise, no, adore, the sight of you dipping your fingers into your panties, slipping between your folds, eyes widening at the feeling of the wetness coating them.

His eyes followed your movements, not saying a word. However, the corners of his lips turned up into a malicious grin as he pressed you down to the base of his shaft, causing you to gag for the first time since you set your mouth to his cock. He only laughed at your struggling, watching as you began to rub your aching clit in circles, moaning and sputtering around his cock.

He tore you from his member soon after, a heavy gasp entering your lungs to catch your breath. Your hand flew from your panties, coated in your essence, conspicuously resuming its position behind your back. Sukuna chuckled at your attempt to cover up your naughtiness. You pointed your gaze downward once again, sure that he didn’t want your eyes on him anymore.

“You know you aren’t supposed to touch yourself without permission,” Sukuna grumbled, actually leaning down to peer into your face. His eyes crinkled with a fake smile as you nodded, hesitantly raising your gaze to him again. “Well, I suppose a whore’s desire can’t be helped.”

He paused for a moment, eyes searching your face for something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Your pussy ached after the teasing you had given it, ached to be stimulated, filled, touched, anything. Maybe Master Sukuna would have mercy on you today after all.

“Taste it,” he grinned, watching the blush spread across your cheeks, watching at the shuddering rise and fall of your chest at his lewd command. However, you obeyed, your fingers traveling from behind your back to your mouth at a snail’s pace. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sweetness of your arousal on your tongue. Sukuna watched in delight as you cleaned your fingers off, tongue popping out of your lips every so often to get the hard to reach spots between your fingers.

“Are you ready for me, then?” Sukuna’s eyes lit up with a fire, his tongue poking out to lick his lips. A smile that you couldn’t help rose to your face as you nodded.

“Yes, Master.” Your tone dripped out like honey, flowing sweetly into his ears as he patted his lap. You stood up, grimacing at the tingling below your knees. Your legs and feet had fallen asleep kneeling in front of him for so long, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting. Pins and needles prickled underneath your skin as you set your knees on either side of his muscled thighs.

His hands met your hips, squeezing the flesh like he had never felt it before, nails sinking into the supple flesh. You waited for his guidance, not wanting to jump the gun and piss him off even more. You had fucked up too many times today, tested his patience one time too many. However, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the thought of him splitting you open, and your thighs clenched involuntarily.

Sukuna laughed at your neediness, pushing your panties to the side. He let out a low whistle at how damp they were, eyes flickering up at your flushed face. After he had clear access to you, he shoved your hips down. Your mouth opened at the feeling of his tip drag against your clit. Pussy clenching around nothing, you let out a soft moan, much to Sukuna’s approval. He pushed back his cock slightly to meet your entrance, then forced you down completely, a menacing twinkle in his eye.

You let out a shuddering moan at the sheer size of him in your tight hole. No matter times he fucked you, you never seemed to get used to his girth or length. He hadn’t even bottomed out before his tip brushed against your cervix. Your wetness seeped out of you, dripping down his shaft.

Your head was thrown back as you whimpered, feeling your walls clench and release around him feebly to assimilate to his size. He only chuckled, hands beginning to roam your body as you knelt, suspended, on him. You shuddered, your nipples hardening underneath the fabric of your dress. Sukuna eyed the peaks underneath the barrier of your clothes, tsking slightly.

“How could we miss this detail?” he wondered, hands coming to rest on the front of your dress. “Let’s get these clothes off, shall we?”

Without warning, he dug his nails into the fabric and yanked them with such a force that they tore right open, exposing your skin to the chilly air. You gasped at the sensation, at Sukuna’s mouth latching onto one of your breasts, as you both attempted to declothe your body. You shouldering off the garments as best you could, him tearing them off like an animal.

At this new access to your body, his fingers skimmed lightly at first, mapping your skin like he had never explored it before. The gentleness soon turned rough as he angled his nails to scratch at the sensitive surface. He tongued and sucked on your nipple, growling with delight at the way that you pressed your chest into him, moaning softly.

You tried your best to remain upright, with your hands settled neatly against your back in their prescribed position, but you just couldn’t keep your balance no matter how hard you tried. Sukuna, with just a little ounce of kindness left, grabbed your hands and guided them to his shoulders, allowing you to use them for a firm foundation.

When that was said and done, his hands roamed to cup the plush softness of your ass, squeezing generously. You felt yourself begin to stretch more, so you sunk down further on his cock, gasping as your clit met the base of his shaft.

“Well, look at that, slut,” Sukuna muttered against your nipple, taking it in his teeth and tugging it to draw a gasp from your lips. “Your needy pussy took my whole cock, huh?”

“Mmhm,” was all you managed to get out before he landed a resounding slap on your ass. Your pussy clenched needily at the contact, needing stimulation, needing a thrust, anything. But Sukuna’s fat cock only nestled into your velvet walls, not moving an inch. Another spank, another clench.

The skin began to warm as Sukuna continually hit you, spitting and muttering curses at the way you squeezed him so deliciously. It was getting difficult to tolerate the collision of his hand against your heated skin, against the growing sensitivity that the repeated hits were causing. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, leaving crescent moons indented on the surface.

“Love it when your needy pussy clenches,” he cooed. The smile was evident in his voice as you tilted your head down to see him watching your reactions to each movement he executed. He released your nipple before unleashing the same treatment on the next. “Let’s see what you do when I rub that destitute clit of yours, hm?”

You could only nod as one of his hands left your ass to snake around to where you needed him most. You watched as he set a tantalizingly slow stroke from his cock up to your hood of nerves, causing you to clench harder than you had before.

“Fuck!” he moaned. Another count for your tally. A smirk appeared then quickly dissipated at Sukuna’s invigorated movement against your clit. He didn’t hesitate to go to town on your sensitive bud, needing more of you clenching, needing more of your juices to drip down his cock like a melting popsicle.

Your hands flew to his hair, throwing caution to the wind as you grasped for something to steady yourself at the force in which he was pleasuring you. Moans spilled from your lips as you still kept one sense of self control - not grinding your sopping cunt on his cock.

“So needy,” he murmured against your chest, “so greedy. What a perfect slut.”

“I’m your slut,” you mewled, stroking his ego as he laughed lowly. Your hips jerked forward, pressing your clit against the rough pads of his fingertips. You pranced right into his fantasy, right into his god complex, right into his power trip. And you didn’t mind it one bit. The growing knot in your stomach was telling enough of that.

“Come now,” he grinned, eyes narrowing. “Let’s show everyone that you’re my slut, my favorite cock ornament. And I’ll show you what you do to me.” You blinked in confusion, a haze beginning to settle in your head. Without waiting for you to respond, his hands were dipping under your legs, lifting you easily to turn your body outwards to face the darkness of his domain. He dropped you back down, your clit colliding with his balls.

You let out a cry at the stretch once more, but it soon dissipated into a soft moan at his arm wrapping around you to toy with your clit once again. A strange sensation was suddenly on your back as Sukuna shifted slightly in his seat, his breath coming in low rasps. You craned your head, your eyes widening at the sound of bones cracking. An extra pair of arms spouted from underneath his original pair. But what was the most terrifying was how his face shifted to reveal his true form.

Your heart pounded against your chest, ice running through your veins at the sight of the monster behind you, the monster in you. His four eyes burned holes in your body as he flashed his teeth in a feral grin, knocking his hips up into you. All fear fell away at his thrusts as he continued. Your body threatened to go limp as you clutched the armrests for support.

“You’re my favorite cockslut. That’s why I’ve kept you around so long. Can’t go without this tight pussy of yours.”

His ministrations were accompanied by his arms roaming everywhere on your body - one for your clit, another for your breasts. The third stroked and squeezed your throat before traveling north, shoving two fingers in your mouth. And finally, the last, after gathering up the mix of juices flowing like a river from your cunt, rimmed your asshole.

You clenched your eyes shut, cries muffled by the fingers invading your mouth. His thrusts were becoming more and more rough, balls slapping against your clit. His finger dipped into your tight asshole on occasion, eliciting high-pitched mewls at the fullness.

Warmth spread throughout your whole body at the scene you were making. It was overwhelming, the feeling of him everywhere. Every part of him invaded every part of your senses, filling your holes and the animalistic licks and nips he unleashed on your back. Your ass still stung with his spanking. Your mouth ached at his fingers stretching it. It was the more pleasurable pain you’d ever experienced.

He was everything. He was your everything, your master, your king, your judge, jury, and executioner; and he was most certainly going to give you a sentence that you agreed with.

“Tell me how much you love my cock, whore,” he growled, removing his fingers from your mouth and yanking your hair back. You only moaned at his roughness, sending another gush of juice down his shaft, much to his pleasure, as he shuddered.

“I - ah!” you hissed as he bucked his hips up into you, cock beginning to twitch. You were both drawing close, both aching to cum, both needing to feel each other contracting and twinging, drawing out the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever had.

“Go ahead,” he egged you on, slapping your clit, drawing a cry from your lips, but also granting you a bit of reprieve to speak. “Venerate my cock, slut. Tell everyone how much you love me splitting you open. Worship me.”

You lowered your gaze to see that a few of the other maidens had slunk out of the shadows to watch the scene that unfolded. The faces blurred together at the tears that formed in your eyes, not hesitating to spill down your cheeks.

“I love your cock, Master!” you grunted, beginning to bounce up and down for more traction. “I love how you fuck me, Master Sukuna. It’s so big, and pretty, a-and…”

Your eyes clenched shut, cheeks burning with shame at the thought of the other maidens seeing you like this. Sukuna didn’t care, however. In fact, he sped up the speed of his thrusts, of his rubbing your clit, and added a finger in your ass, stretching you impossibly. A fresh round of tears poured down your face at the sensation.

“And?” he demanded, pinching your nipple meanly. You gasped, arching your back against him, chest heaving to capture any breath that would ground you from flying away into space. Your limbs began to shake, a surefire way to tell that you were close. Your mind was foggy as you forced words together, forced the neurons to force the muscles to force the words out of your mouth.

“It-it’s like a throne, Master Sukuna,” you squealed, walls clenching unbelievably tighter around his thick cock. He let out a moan at your tight pussy. You had lost count by that time, but seeing as there were maidens watching, they would be able to keep track of your number.

“Thrones are made for royalty, not whores,” he spat in your ear, emphasizing each word with a hip shattering thrust. You threw your head back, losing control as you ground your hips in circles on his cock. He painfully pounded into your cervix, ignoring your cries.

“Y-yes, Master,” you sputtered, black spots swimming in your vision. “Can I cum, Master?”

“Asking so politely, knowing her place,” he laughed. “Yes, whore. Cum for me. Cum with your king.”

Your eyes crossed as the dizzying feeling washed over you, the relief at the coil finally unraveling in your belly. Your pace you had set quickly became undone as you were lost in the throes of fantasmic orgasm. Your cries echoed in his domain like a cathedral, soaring high above your heavenly bodies, consequently barrelling down like hail. Tears shone on your cheeks, pearly prayers of thanksgiving to your generous god.

His cum shot into you in thick ropes, coating your insides as you clenched impossibly tighter, milking him dry with each thrust. Your legs shook, turning into putty as he had to release your hair and remove his finger from your ass to hold you up and move your body to a rhythm that he set.

Breathing coming in gasps, you gripped the armrests until your knuckles whitened. Sweat coated your skin, sticking your hair to your forehead. Every inch of your body was buzzing, bursting with pleasure as the orgasm continued to crash into you.

Sukuna’s thrusts began to get sloppier as his cum spilled out of your sopping cunt. Your breathing came easier as your high began to ebb away, the occasional shudder seizing you as your body started to relax again.

You heard the bones cracking once again, a mysterious black fog enveloping the air around you as you assumed that Sukuna was transforming back into his usual, more tamed, form. You couldn’t help that a sigh of relief escaped your lips - you didn’t want to face the monster again. You preferred the handsome menace.

He planted an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your shoulder, stilling his hips. You took it as a cue to move, but his hands flew to your hips, holding you in place. His lips met your ear, breath ghosting against the shell of skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re my fuckdoll, slut,” he whispered. “My sextoy, only for my use. Got it?”

You nodded, biting your lip. Your essence leaked down over his shaft, mixed with his pearly white cum. You gave up your hatred in the haze that your orgasm set over you. You loved being his toy. You love when he used you.

“You know you’re never leaving this place.” He squeezed the flesh of your hips, causing your body to jerk against his firm chest. “But, that’s okay. Because you’re my favorite.”

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𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

true form ryomen sukuna x f!reader

genre. enemies to lovers, historical, romance, smut

s. sometimes home is not just four walls, it’s his eyes and the beating of his heart —  ’If you’re determined to think me a monster, then I’ll play monster for you’

cw. soft!sukuna, size kink, manhandling, oral, squirting, riding, dp, fingering, spitting, breeding, mating press, full nelson, doggy | wc. + 8k

an. domestic!sukuna my beloved — rbs are appreciated | m.list

Since you came into this world they have kept telling you that you are special.

You are so special that many want you but for the safety of the whole country no one can and should have you.

You have never been told the reason for this, the only thing you know is that you must run and hide.

Escorted everywhere by sorcerers and soldiers, you have never really felt special. You never knew that warmth of a home or someone who really cared about you. You were a mere job to them.

Wherever they sent you, you were not welcome. “It will lead to the destruction of our village” is what they shouted before they locked themselves in their houses and came out only once your departure.

It happened sometimes that you heard the news of some village you had just passed through having been destroyed. The villagers dead and the rest set on fire.

Twenty years of hiding and fleeing, however, led nowhere. Not now, that you are lying wounded on the ground. Around you everything burns, houses, fields and the corpses of the men who were trying to protect you.

Now that he is in front of you, you understand the reason for everything.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

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I liked this it was a pretty dark and the inclusion of y/n being from Kurta clan was interesting. It be more interesting to see it expanded upon with her life with the spiders and interactions with Kurapika. But as is I enjoy this one

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬, ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔰

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱: chrollo x pregnant!kurta reader + prompts 12. “haven’t you realized your situation? your life is completely in my hands now.” and 16. "i'll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us."

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰:  a one-night stand between you and chrollo ends up becoming much more, something that you never would have thought could cost you the cozy life you had made in your village alongside your clan.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: yandere chrollo x reader, manipulation/deception, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of nsfw, kidnapping, blood/murder (aka the kurta massacre). this story is a little more morbid than my other work, you have been warned. i will add a cut for when things become more intense :)

You didn't even know it yourself. It was another clan member’s nen ability that informed you of the life growing inside of you–just as theirs ended. The feeling of their bruising grip on your hand letting up ever so slowly as their soul faded away, their last words being something so heavy and bearing so much that you had no choice but to believe them. You knew that you had made a mistake. 

Hiding your face in an attempt to cover up your ever-deepening blush, you turned away from the dark-haired man on his back beside you and sat up, reaching down to pull your cloak off of the floor and begin dressing back up. You felt so embarrassed even after the act was done, this having been your first time–not to mention doing it with a man so charming and seemingly infatuated with you, it was something that you didn’t think you could ever get over. Perhaps you were in a state of shock, did this really just happen? Based on the pleasant but sore sensation between your legs, you didn’t have to pretend. 

It happened on a whim, you had been sent into town by the Clan Elder to buy some extra food from the markets, as this gardening season was off to a slow start and there weren’t enough vegetables to sustain everyone. While at the market you were scanning over various fruits, trying to gauge which ones were new and which were beginning to rot so you could pick the right ones to last you all longer. 

He approached quietly, sneaking up from behind and asking for your opinion on the produce he had selected since you looked like you knew what you were doing. With a smile and an apology (since his sudden voice by your ear had caught you off guard, making you physically jump which then startled him), you were more than happy to help. Somehow, in a whirlwind, one thing led to another and you were following him back to his apartment rather quickly after your meeting, groceries long forgotten. 

“When will I be seeing you again?” he asked, voice husky as he sat up behind you and reached for your hand. He peppered soft kisses along your knuckles, raising chills upon your skin when his lips worked all the way up your arm and to your bare shoulder. You shivered, leaning into him as he pressed against your neck. 

“I don’t know…” your sentence tapered off, a bit too overwhelmed by his warm affections and the clarity of your actions now that they were finished and you had time to reminisce with a clearer mind.

You had somewhat of a lover back in the village, someone you would exchange coy glances with and speak a handful of sweet conversations when the timing was appropriate, away from peeking eyes that would immediately declare your marriage if they caught a glimpse of anything. You knew that you wanted to save yourself for him, but there was just something so irresistible about this stranger, it almost felt like you didn’t have any control of your body when you consented to his advances. You couldn’t even give a definite yes or no to coming back and seeing him again, you were just so confused. Had you just committed adultery? And enjoyed it? Were you going to come back?!

The idea of that put a bitter taste in your mouth. How sickening, how morally unacceptable. With a wince you stood up from beneath the sheets and pulled your clothes back on quickly, ignoring the sticky sensation starting to drip down your thighs even as you pulled your panties back on, moving the substance back up your leg once more. 

“What’s the rush?” he asked, leaning back on his hands and watching you casually, even though you were sure that your urgency was obvious, and there was clearly nothing to be so casual about. You turned to look at him and noticed that the sheet covering his lower half had lowered even further since you stood, making you whip your head right back around with a more crimson complexion than the one you had moments ago.

“I… have to go take care of something at home. They’ll be worried about me, I said I wouldn’t take long in the city” pushing the last button through your shirt and pulling your cloak on once and for all, you brushed yourself off and rushed to the door. 

“Just a minute,” he requested, sitting up a little taller and readjusting the sheet to cover a little more of himself. Thank god. You stopped and spun around with hesitance, waiting for whatever he was about to say with shaky hands that were just itching to pry the door open so you could run out of there. 

“If you’re willing to take a longer route, there’s a path that runs on the edge of the city right by the stall where we met. It’s likely to lead you back home, and there’s a beautiful view there that you cannot miss out on. It should be on the left, you’ll know it when you see it.” 

Your lips twitched upward and he mirrored it, the anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit. You thanked him, and without another moment to spare you dashed away from that room and out of the apartment building as fast as your legs could carry you. 

What had you just done?! You and that boy from the village were not yet tied together by marriage, but you had a definite emotional connection that would have certainly made it feel like cheating if you were to flirt with another man, let alone sleep with one. Your skin felt itchy and dirty, and the way that your underwear was keeping physical evidence of your copulation filled you with pure guilt. You tried to calm yourself down, walking fast so you could get home as soon as possible and wash your body until your skin was rubbed raw. And how would you explain the lack of groceries you were bringing back?!

One thing after another, it continued to get worse. You were now an adulterer who couldn’t even do one thing right and actually bring home the food you were assigned to get. You couldn’t fulfill the only purpose of this trip because you had to act upon a selfish impulse that came over you out of nowhere. One that was sudden and out of your control, but felt that if you did not act upon it you would simply explode, and how perfect that such an attractive stranger was there to care for your needs.

You shook your head when that thought crept in, shaming yourself and looking up to the landscape before you for a distraction. Your eyes scanned around eagerly, and after a brief few seconds of strenuous searching, you noticed a small, rocky path near the fruit stall. The one that the man had mentioned to you.

The anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit.

Ah, perfect. That would be sure to calm you down if he was being honest about the view, and wasn’t just saying that to mess with you in an attempt to delay your trip so you would spend more time with him. You knew your way back home very well since you travelled to the city a lot, you knew that even if this path did not lead back to the village you could easily find your way back so long as you continued walking north. Your mind was set.

Trekking down the road, you began to take deep breaths as all of the unease bubbling up inside of you was becoming unbearable, alongside another nervous feeling that you couldn’t place. You felt entirely unnerved, not quite like you were being watched, but like something very bad was about to happen and take the cake for being the worst part of this already awful day. Perhaps it was just caused by the unfamiliar route home. At the very least, this route may have been longer but was definitely more scenic and a lot quieter than your regular one. You had faith that it would pleasantly surprise you too if there was a hidden and scenic view as that man said. 

That man. You had to try harder to get him out of your head. You tried shaking it, rubbing your eyes and temples as if you could physically wash him away if not will him away. You didn’t know how much more anxiety you could take before your heart simply gave up.

You stopped walking, eyelids closing and hands balling into tight fists. Your heart was pattering harshly within your ribcage, pushing achingly against it, so fast. 

Calm down.

Allowing your eyes to open again, you inhaled deeply and observed the spot where you chose to halt. Blinking, you followed the back-and-forth blowing of elegant green leaves and swirly plants with their sturdy vines. You happened to look over your left shoulder, and to your surprise, a beautiful display of the sky was visible through a patch in the trees, as if its branches had been carved out for it to be seen. As ethereal as the twinkling stars looked against the deepening blue yonder, you had a hard time enjoying it because of that angsty feeling that was clawing at you.

If you wanted to feel better, you had to stop wasting time and get home. Perhaps finally being back to some familiarity would provide comfort, allow you to reset your mind, and pretend that nothing peculiar even happened today. Soaking in the view one final time, you committed it to memory to act as a soother while you continued on. You started to speedwalk, and the more you did continue on, the more the environment around you changed. 

The first thing you noticed was how it was oddly quiet. You knew that you were nearing home because the number of swirly plants had increased, and typically by this point you could hear the distant bustling and soft chatter of your elders. But there was no bustling. There was only pure and utter silence aside from the clop of your shoes against the stones under your feet, and the crunching of the fallen leaves trapped between them. 

Something wasn’t right, now you knew that for certain.

Your walk became a run, you didn’t stop and didn’t care about how many bushes or plants you ripped out of the way until you were back to your territory. 

You nearly tripped from how quickly you had to stop yourself from continuing on at lightning speed, lest you get too close to the scene before you.

It was all red. 

Your eyes started to turn the same colour once they took in and fully analyzed what exactly they were looking at, your limbs became numb, your breath hitched, and bile rose to your throat as you saw the multitude of corpses littered all over your village grounds. 

The deceased bodies of the villagers, of your clan members.

“I tried to delay your arrival…what a shame, I really didn’t want you to see this.” 

This voice was familiar. You had just heard it not long ago.

Having never moved this fast before, you nearly gave yourself whiplash spinning around to see who was behind you. Any uneducated onlooker would notice your scarlet eyes and assume that they must have been burning, or at the very least were starting to burn, considering just how intense your gaze was and how much that deep red glowed. You were expressionless but your teeth were grit and your jaw was tightly clenched. Who dared to speak to you this way after you had just been witness to such a lachrymose sight?!

“I–you…” you sputtered, eyes widening impossibly and muscles seizing in shock when you realized just who dared. 

“Me.” It was spoken softly and quietly, yet it was so loud to you even as the only sound in your ears was the intense thumping of your heart–which felt like it was in your throat.  

The man you had just met with. And a silhouette further behind him, a diversely sized clump that was certainly a hidden group of people. A short trail of blood followed their location, starting thick and narrowing off into smaller drips the closer it got to them.

Why was he here, and who were those people?! You had no doubt that they were the cause of this, what was his connection to them? What else did he know if he had “tried to delay your arrival?”

“Y/N…” a frail voice came from your side, far and low and your head lashed down immediately to see the Clan Elder reaching a trembling hand in your direction. 

He was still alive. 

You wasted no time in scurrying to his side, dropping to your knees, and holding his hand with both of yours. The bloodied, empty sockets where his eyes once were made your blood run cold, and the sight of him shaking his head from side to side as if trying to look for you despite being blinded made you want to cry. 

You couldn’t help but think if you had been home sooner… could you have stopped this from happening? Or would you have fallen victim to the massacre as well?

The Elder’s grip on your arm intensified suddenly, making you gasp and wince in pain as he must have been exerting every last bit of life he had into that grasp. A shimmering white aura surrounded his body, flowing through to his hands and lighting up your skin where he was touching. You began to shake from the strength of it all, watching how suddenly he leaned closer to place his mouth by your ear so he could whisper;

“You’re pregnant.” 

Then he was gone. You could feel and see it all; the way his nails lifted back out of your skin, fingers unravelling from around your wrist as his limbs slid back down to his sides, lifeless. That surrounding glow was gone too, dimming out slowly until there was nothing left.

It didn’t feel real. 

You found yourself leaping away from the sudden hand on your back, scowling at the man from a newly created distance, watching him stand up straight after kneeling down to be at your previous level. Seeing him in such close proximity to your deceased clan made your gut churn, you felt sick. He couldn’t just let you mourn, was he not planning to just rip the bandaid off and admit that he was planning this, that he did this?! 

“Haven’t you realized your situation?” He wasn’t looking at you, his gaze was trained intently on the Clan Elder as his hands reached for his pockets. You watched him sharply, none of his movements going unnoticed as you were overwhelmed with the urge to protect everyone around you despite being too late. 

“Watch what you say to me next,” you warned. You did not have any formal combat experience, and any threat of violence was empty, but you didn’t doubt what could be granted to you by adrenaline. Your words must have intrigued the man though, he looked over at you with a grin and rotated his body so he was facing you completely.

“Y/N…” he whispered, using your name for the first time since your meeting which made your skin crawl, and he lifted his hands with upward-facing palms as he began to approach.

Backing away from him was instinctive, but you weren’t careful about your steps and lost your footing, falling backward. Landing on your back, the instant cushioning of your fall made you choke because that fall should have hurt and been solid–you should have landed on a cement path, you knew where you had been standing despite the heavy carmine liquid that was soaking into and staining the rock. 

You were stuck in your landing place for a moment, the sound of your racing pulse booming through your ears once more as you swallowed dryly and looked to your side, head twitching at a turtle’s pace. You didn’t want to see more of it, you already knew what you landed on and what you would be met with if you looked, but it was too late.

The eyeless, deeply frowning face of your husband-to-be. Dead.

Releasing a shrill cry, you could now feel your entire world crashing down. Despair replaced what was once burning anger inside of you. You couldn’t even fight the man off as he walked over and crouched down, lifting you up to a seated position, embracing you, and twisting your head into his chest to shield your eyes. He shushed you, caressed your hair, and rubbed your back, telling you that it was okay, that you were okay. 

He was so, so wrong, he certainly knew it too. The sweetness in his voice sounded false, much too tender in such a horrible situation that it may as well have just been full-on laughter at you. 

You heaved and gasped for air, your entire body shaking as you felt so helpless, trapped in the arms of your clan’s definite killer and embracing him atop the mound of dead bodies, bodies that belonged to those who were like family to you. It was blasphemous, but nobody else was here to help you now.

Everyone was gone. 

But did you deserve help anyway? You allowed this man to seduce you, to have you in his bed, and take you away from that family for so much time; enough for him to plan a killing spree of them all. This was your fault.

You felt his mouth on your cheek, giving a slow and tender kiss, and his hand came up as he pulled away to drag his thumb along where his lips once were. His voice was by your ear shortly after, and he whispered his next words for only you to hear. 

“Your life is completely in my hands now. I’ll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us. What a powerful family we’ll make together, I’m absolutely thrilled to meet our child."

Another kiss. And another. And one more, on your jaw this time. He was showering you in affection, effectively distracting you as he continued on with kissing, caressing, and embracing you while he stood and held you firmly against him, turning you both back to the path you arrived here on. He was essentially dragging you along like a body bag, you had been paralyzed moments ago once the sight of your deceased lover engrained itself into your memory forever–staying there, looking right at you every time you dared to blink. Your feet picked up remnants of blood as he hauled you along, creating clean lines in the excessive puddles of it where your shoes once were. 

What more could you have done? If you had never obeyed your Elder’s wishes and gone to the market, you would not have met this man whose name you still did not know. Your meeting seemed fated; as if he spared you on purpose, and this slaughter was already planned with the intention of leaving you out of it. But why? Would you ever know? 

All you could do was accept your fate, any future with the clan was finished, because they were not with you anymore. Your life would have no path without them, so you didn’t mind allowing your clan’s killer to be the dictator of your new life. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he was the father of your child after all, and you were a Kurta. Not all hope was lost.

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