Hey Aly. I Loved Your Chishiya Confessing Headcanon And Was Wondering If You Could Do A One Shot Based

Hey Aly. I loved your chishiya confessing headcanon and was wondering if you could do a one shot based on it. Like a story prompted by it? Sorry the request isn’t detailed but I love your writing and wanted to see where you would go using the hc.

i'm glad you like it, nonnie! thank you so much for requesting, i would be happy to write this out for you! there are a few differences from the original so it doesn't end up being a carbon copy (location is the only major change) but the premise of the game is the same

you can find the original confession headcanons here !

i also changed the riddle bit simply because i was too lazy to come up with riddles that actually made sense haha (naturally, this changes the suit of the game as well)

word count: 3,293

warnings: near-death experience, fluff

an unexpected adoration — chishiya shuntaro

“Registration has closed. The game will now commence.”

The robotic voice of the device in your hand rang out and you observed the players around you. Not too closely, of course. Residents of the borderlands were naturally suspicious people. If they were to notice you giving them a strange look, there’s no telling how they would treat you in the game.

Luckily for you, you had Chishiya on your side.

You had trust in him. Maybe it was misguided and you shouldn’t have put an ounce of faith in him at all—he was quite deceptive from what you had observed. Falling as hard as you did was a grave mistake, but one doesn’t always have full control over their feelings.

You were sure he would never feel the same. Yes, you were put into games together more often than anybody else at the beach (and you may have been his shadow outside of the games more times than you’d like to admit), but there was never a hint at any type of feeling towards you. Nothing negative, nothing positive. More often than not, he remained neutral.

It didn’t bother you too much. If it did, you wouldn’t have fallen for him in the first place.

Because of his cold attitude, you tried to make it a point to not show any sign of your feelings. You preferred admiring him from afar, swooning where nobody else could see.

You glanced over at the said boy, taking in his appearance as the voice began to read out the rules. Stoic as ever, leaning against the wall with his hood zipped up and closed-off body language.

“Game: Scavenger Hunt. Difficulty: Three of Clubs. Location: Aquarium.”

“Clubs game, huh?” you mumbled to yourself, contemplating what could come next. After playing through a variety of different card suits, you had ultimately decided that clubs were your strength. They were based on a team effort, which was something you worked well with. As for Chishiya… you weren’t sure you could say the same.

He specialized in diamonds because it allowed him to use his intelligence alone. He didn’t need the assistance of anyone else, and as a result, he thrived. Nonetheless, this was your specialty. If he cooperated with you, it should be a piece of cake.

“Rule. One player must be locked inside of the container ahead. If this task is not done by the game’s start, it will result in an immediate Game Over for all players.”

You shot a look over to the container the voice was talking about. It was large and intimidating. At the top was a tube with a large diameter. You noticed that it was completely sealed, and the only way in or out was the clear door at the front. On the door rested a keypad, and you could only assume that would be what locked the player in.

“Each player will receive a picture on their device one at a time. They must use this picture to figure out the accompanied code to the keypad. When all numbers are found and the keypad is unlocked, it is Game Clear.”

It seemed simple enough. With good communication, you could have this done in five minutes. You were about to begin speaking to the other players but were quickly cut off by the voice resuming its speech.

“The container will begin to fill up with water. Your time limit will last until the trapped player drowns. Any attempt to break the container or disconnect the hose will result in a Game Over. Please choose a player to enter the container before the game begins.”

Your blood ran cold at the words. There were two ways this could go. The first option seemed to be the nicest; somebody would volunteer themselves and trust in their teammates to get them out before they died. The second, on the other hand, seemed much more realistic and true to the character of the borderlands. The group wouldn’t be able to decide and would force somebody in there, leaving mistrust and poor communication left with the remaining participants.

You bit your lip harshly, feeling the slight taste of blood at the tip of your tongue. Damn it.

Nobody spoke up at first. You could assume that the common belief was that by speaking up, you would put an immediate target on yourself and be volunteered by the other participants. From what you had seen from previous games, this option seemed accurate.

“I have severe asthma,” the youngest of the group spoke up. She was in a school uniform, and from what you could see, she was no older than seventeen. “If the water fills up and I have to hold my breath, I can only do it for around fifteen seconds.”

The woman next to her seemed to gather a bit of courage after hearing someone else speak. “I’ve always been bad at holding my breath…!” It was clear she was nervous by the way her voice wavered. She fiddled with the ring on her left hand. Your eyes trailed down to the floor after seeing it, shaking your head with a frown.

“Bullshit,” the man to her left accused. “You’re lying.” His voice was filled with anger, but it wasn’t the red-hot anger that was typically used. It was cold and dark, one that sent a shiver down your spine. You could tell that he would refuse to go in the container and would put up one hell of a fight if forced.

With those three out of the question, you glanced at the other two by your side. There was Chishiya, yourself, and an older man, hair becoming gray and wrinkles forming on his face. From his posture, you could tell he was on the frailer side. It seemed that the other came to the same conclusion, immediately turning their gaze over to Chishiya.

Your brows furrowed in protest. Chishiya had a brilliant mind. If there was one person that you could trust to get you out of here, it was him. Because of that, there was no way you could let him be locked up and out of commission for the entire game.

You mustered up all the courage you could, releasing it out of your body with a single sentence.

“I’ll do it.”

The group turned to you at your sudden declaration, some with open jaws and others with a grateful look on their face. You shoved your hands in your pockets, giving them a shrug.

“If I drown, you all die too. I’m counting on you.” The sentence turned most of them as stiff as a board, finally realizing the reality of the game. It was a race against time, and what mattered most was how long you could hold out.

Just before you walked over to the container, you turned to Chishiya. You weren’t expecting to find him staring straight at you with an unreadable look on his face. You shot him a lopsided grin, whispering a phrase so small that only he could hear.

“I trust you.”

It was a simple expression, and if you were being honest, it could be seen as an empty encouragement said for the sole purpose of motivating somebody. You’re not sure how he took it. You said it with all the feelings in your heart, but there was a chance he received it in the opposite way. You could only hope he understood you properly.

With that, you shut the door of the container behind you. It was now locked, and the voice on your device initiated the oncoming events.

“The game will now commence. Begin.”

The first sensation that dawned on you was the coldness of the water splashing down on your form. The second sensory stimuli that your brain processed was how loud it was in your closed container. The sound had no other area to run off to, resulting in the waves bouncing off of the walls directly back into your ears. It was unwelcome and overbearing. Aggressively entering your ears without a second thought—you couldn’t hear yourself think.

You could only hope they moved faster than the water, which by now had made it’s way past your ankles.

Chishiya was lucky enough to be the first player to receive their image. He was quick to start, not wanting to waste any of his time when there was a possibility he would have to pick up the slack of the other players.

The image was a simple picture of a dolphin, and it didn’t take a genius to understand what had to be done. If he wanted to enter the combination correctly, he had to find the numbers, and it seemed that the first number was by the dolphins.

As briskly walked over to the area they would be in, the other players hesitantly followed him. The trick was finding the correct number, there were multiple possibilities. Was it the number of dolphins? Or was the number hidden around the area?

He arrived to the big pool of water, quickly analyzing the perimeter. As far as he could see, there wasn’t a sign of any number on the walls. He pursed his lips and walked towards the dolphins. It was hard to see with the ripples of the pool and the unnecessarily bright lighting, but at the bottom of the pool was a number painted onto the ground.

With a closer look, Chishiya managed to make out the number.

3.

He rushed back to the container and immediately punched the number into the keypad, relief crossing his features as it lit up in a neon green. The players behind him spent a moment cheering at his success.

From the inside, you let out a sigh that contained all of the worries in your chest. He understood what he had to do and it showed by how quickly he solved the first number. You saw his lips move as he spoke to the players behind him, and before you knew it, they ran off.

The rushing water emitted too much sound for you to be able to tell what they were saying. Not to say that you would be able to understand without it, the thickness of the container was a feat in itself.

Over the course of the next three numbers, the water was now up to the top of your ribs. Your hair was sopping wet and you were shivering; the frigid temperature of the liquid was nothing to sneeze at. Each time Chishiya came rushing back with the other players, he always shot a look up to you.

You weren’t sure what he was doing in those moments. Whether it be making sure you were okay or making sure you weren’t screwing things up for him, you didn’t care. The moments his eyes met with yours gave your chest a little bit of warmth compared to the iciness of the rest of your body.

They had successfully gone through four of the five players and were currently discussing the final location in front of you. It seemed as if the image was displayed on the teenager girl’s device, and Chishiya was taking the position of leader amongst the group.

It was surprising seeing him in such a role—you knew that he normally liked to things alone. Clubs games were always his least favorite, he was most likely cooperating with his fellow players because he would die if he didn’t.

Before he ran off, the blonde derived from his typical glance to one full of meaning. The emotion behind his gaze was something you hadn’t seen before from him. Before you had time to process what was happening, he had ran off with the others.

As the water continued to rise, the only thing keeping you sane was the small remaining comfort of his gaze. It was slowly fizzling out like a candle at it’s wick’s end, the light getting dimmer and dimmer until there was nothing left. The metaphorical light was little to nothing at this point, and you weren’t quite sure how much longer your hope could hold out.

By the time the group dashed back over to the container, there was only a few inches between your mouth and the top of the container. You were fighting against the water for air, and you were fully aware that there was only a minute or two left until you were fully submerged.

An immediate feeling of relief washed over you when the keypad flashed green, and the emotion was reciprocated by the rest of the group as well. It didn’t last long.

The group stood in silence as water continued to pour down into the container, your breathing space getting smaller and smaller. They were dumbfounded, unsure of what they did wrong. Each number lit up green, they had done everything correctly and followed the rules… why wasn’t it working?

You were confused and desperate as well. You had no longer than ten seconds until you had to survive off of the leftover oxygen in your lungs. What went wrong? You thought back to the rules, playing them over and over in your head.

One player must be locked in the container—check.

You tilted your head farther back, taking in a deep breath as the water completely submerged you.

Each player will receive a picture on their device one at a time. They must use this picture to figure out the accompanied code to the keypad—check.

When all numbers are found…

Your thought process trailed off and you contemplated the phrasing of the rules. And then it clicked.

Each player will receive a picture on their device. One at a time.

You opened your eyes, ignoring the foreign feeling of icy cold water making contact with your optics. You looked down at your device, almost letting out a gasp at the image on your phone. As quickly as you could (which wasn’t incredibly fast, given your slow underwater movements), you pressed your device up against the glass, praying that they could figure it out in time.

Through your blurry vision you watched as a head of blonde hair sped away.

Chishiya was frantic.

The average human could hold their breath for around thirty to ninety seconds, but you were more than an average human. You had determination and you cared for other people. Not only was your own life resting on your shoulders, the lives of five others were as well.

Critical brain damage commonly occurred after four minutes without oxygen. There was no way of telling how long it would take your brain to force you to pass out; it was different for everybody. This is why he had to move fast.

You could still survive with brain damage, but you would never be the same. The other would get out without a scratch. They secured that fate the moment they chickened out of volunteering. But you were different, you willingly entered that container knowing the dangers, and you left Chishiya with a sentence that had been resting on his mind for the entirety of the game.

I trust you.

“Shit! She’s out of air!”

He recognized the distinct voice of the loud man in the group; his outspoken ways were hard to miss. The least of his concerns were who had said it though, he needed to get this number to save both his life and yours.

Your lungs felt as if they were shriveling up and burning to ashes. When you were a child you’d have silly contests of who could hold their breath the longest with your friends, but the moment you felt uncomfortable you could pull out of the contest. You were always the determined one and reigned victorious most times, but it was nothing like this.

The oxygen in your lungs was gone. And it was painful. You squeezed your eyes shut as you attempted to hold on—the thought of water flooding through your respiratory system was much more unappealing than the thought of passing out.

You had initially volunteered not to be the hero and gain admiration from the group, but to make sure Chishiya wasn’t the one who was going to be trapped in this container. Even in the event of death, a laser to the brain seemed so quick and painless compared to the cruel fate of drowning.

You felt your mind get heavy. You were losing all cognitive function. You knew that your time being conscious was quickly coming to an end and death was nearing you faster than you had hoped, so in these last moments, you thought of the first thing that came to mind.

The feelings that had somehow blossomed for Chishiya. You had never expected to get something so beautiful out of a world like this. Something that gave you butterflies and made you feel like a giddy teenager once again. It was… comforting.

You let the darkness take over your mind.

It felt cold—it felt like nothing at all.

That was until the feeling of fresh oxygen entered your lungs, your eyes opening slowly as water trickled down your chin. Your senses came back to you. Your hands, your legs, your torso and your neck, and… something on your lips…

Huh?

You blinked rapidly, clearing your vision and finding yourself being met with Chishiya, lips against yours as he tried his hardest to bring you back to consciousness. His lips were warm, unlike yours which had been submerged in ice cold water.

An uncomfortable feeling came across your chest and you felt water rise up your airway, coughing out excess water as Chishiya lifted himself up. He looked at you blankly, giving you a nod as your E/C eyes met his.

“Game Cleared. Congratulations.”

The voice from your device rang out and the tension from the group immediately diminished. You were alive and okay, and that meant that they were going to live too. They didn’t overstay their welcome in the area, quickly leaving to go relax as they enjoyed the extra days added to their visa.

As much as you wanted to get up and go back to the beach so you could get a fresh change of clothing, it proved to be difficult. Your body was weak and so was your mind. You had almost died, after all. You needed a moment to gather yourself. Chishiya stayed by your side, staring out at the large amount of tanks surrounding the two of you.

You were surrounded by silence, the both of you finding comfort in each others presence. It was a close call for both of you, and you could only imagine he was somewhat happy that he got to live on for a few more days. You knew you were.

“Y/N,” Chishiya called out, not moving his gaze. You perked up at his voice, about to give him some type of response to let him know you had heard him, but you were quickly cut off by a straightforward sentence.

“I like you a lot.”

You froze. Were you hallucinating? Had the near death experience given you brain damage, or did Chishiya just confess to you? You felt your face heat up, fighting the urge to squeal in joy. But you had to play it cool, you didn’t want to come off as overbearing.

You sat up, scooting closer to him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind, you whispered a simple, ‘I like you too,’ into his ear. He stuck his hands inside of his pockets, his lips twitching into a smirk.

If you had known a near death experience would lead to a confession from the man of your dreams, you would’ve done it sooner.

Something I've come across often in reading fanfiction is this... pervasive idea that people cannot love wholly twice, and that if they've chosen one person, it's because that love is greater than the other.

It's not expressly said that way. It's couched in gentler, loving phrases like "he's never felt this way before" and "it wasn't like this with anyone else." It's especially prevalent when there is a canon love interest to be denied, or a mutually exclusive ship to push back against, and it feels like trying to quietly dismiss a contrived love triangle instead of recognizing that different loves can share intensity and one might still not work out.

And I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's problematic or amoral or something that needs to stop, that people shouldn't be doing this. I'm not saying that one true love is a bad trope. I guess I'm just asking, what are we afraid of?

Why can't the character have felt that way before? Why can't they have loved someone with their whole heart before? It's the tragedy of love isn't it- that sometimes it doesn't work. Not that the love was missing or less, but that it was there, that it was whole and full and real, that it mattered... but that it didn't change anything, couldn't work out. The circumstances were wrong, the people were wrong despite their love, it was everything and that wasn't enough. Love doesn't have to be less or gone to recognize that maintaining a relationship for it is unsustainable. A character can leave behind a great love and find a new great love, and while love is never quite The Same between people, it can be As Much.

And I guess I'm wondering, you know, how it is better, to love wholly only once? "It was never like this with the other person" is surely meant to be a soft sentiment declaring how much greater this love is, but, all it does is make me wonder what is so weak about it that if there was an equal love, this love wouldn't survive it, wouldn't be chosen.

"I have loved like this before, and I'm choosing to fight for it this time" is surely not a lost cause to explore.

Origin Story

Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader

➪ masterlist

➪ wc: 8k+ || minors DNI!!! (NSFW)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it too hot?”

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

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

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

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

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

“And you had to shave me because?”

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

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

“Do you think I’m a sacrifice?”

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

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

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

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

“Right, sorry. I guess I forgot.”

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

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

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

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

“Come in.”

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is your home now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you hated me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your stomach has a-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does it matter?”

“To me, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was it? You’re going to stop?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me how you feel, kitten.”

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

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

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

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

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

You stutter, correcting yourself, “Master Sukuna.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please don’t stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, faster-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So fucking perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want me to be.... your partner?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Our origin story.”

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𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙

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

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

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

word count: 10.7k+

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

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

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

jjk masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

Servants flocked to the room shortly thereafter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Serving the nation in your one day demise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?” 

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

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

A part of you boiled in outrage at the statement. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And then?”

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

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

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

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

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

“And why is that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

And so, the cycle continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s going to ruin you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Comfort From A Tormentor | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC)

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

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

Word Count: 2.4k

*reader is gender-neutral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

omg yessss the al-haitham agenda! pursue me on campus until I say yes to your tutoring and keep me locked until I get every answer right (never, the questions are impossible)

I... I actually like the idea of him with a Dancer!Reader.

You are something this world fails to properly appreciate. Everyone had their eyes riveted on you as you danced, with your two graceful arms moving above your head, the sun kissing your bare shoulders, and your lively gaze hypnotizing him.

You were akin to something otherworldly. Like a flower blooming in a garden overrun with parasites. It makes his stomach turn knowing that others look at you with the most shallow of lusts, never caring to stop and awe in the perfection of your movement, the mastery over your expressions that conveyed more than a thousand words in a single glance... your beauty, your maddening beauty.

A beauty so rare that it seemed to give off a kind of light of its own; Once brushed by it as you pass by him, he imagines examining it in a closed room, away from the sun and the vulgar public, like a torch transferred from brightness to darkness, you would appear incomparably more beautiful, and more radiant, and meant for him to revel at.

Only him.