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defiance | king!sukuna x concubine!reader master list

chapter twenty one: sayomi

summary: a psychic shares her vision with the king, saying that his soulmate would replace all 5 of his concubines one day. he had her banned from the premises for that absurd prediction. it wasn't until months later when he started believing the old bitch, after one cute yet disobedient servant started working at the shrine.

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a/n: tw!! they fuck 🫶��

As of now, Sukuna still doesn’t completely understand what happened to him, he wishes he could see that deity again because he still has questions. But as time goes on, he learns to let it go. Life never actually went back to normal after he came back either, lots of changes happened, starting the week he got back.

Starting off with the silk district ceasing to exist, because of Kaori’s actions. Yamato had her whole family executed for what she had done, leaving the next head of the district up in the air. He ended up just merging the gold and silk district’s together, letting Yamato take control over it all and doing what he pleased.

Rumors of Yuna possibly taking over that new portion of the district have swirled throughout the region, especially with her turning 18 just a few months from now. She’s grown up a lot these past three 3 years thanks to her intense training as a war strategist.

Yamato couldn’t have been more proud of her, not once regretting sending her off to become one of the concubines, despite how young she was. His plan worked, if he were to die tomorrow, she would be fully capable of taking his place– he’d even go as far as to say she’ll surpass him one day with her wits and intelligence.

Uraume and Mariko now take turns heading the hearings since they’ve become Sukuna’s official advisors, while he only does them 2-3 times a week. He became more focused on his more tedious responsibilities– signing off on new bills and laws, the more detailed stuff. He hates it, but at least it’s easier for Sumi to bother him. The last thing he’d want is for her to come waltzing in on one of the hearings and witnessing the more gruesome part of his job.. even though she’ll probably end up doing the same, having inherited his technique and being the first in line to the throne.

As for you, you’ve taken on some work, grudgingly.

That’s how you felt at first, making your distaste towards your new duties extremely clear to Sukuna, who had to listen to your cries and complaints while working. One time he caught you passing off your work to your ladies and waiting, the punishment for that was.. nothing, because you’d only hate him even more for it.

You didn’t even know why he was trying to get you to fucking work in the first place.

But after realizing you could make some positive changes to the world, you started to hate it less. One of your favorite things to work on were the orphanages around the region, setting up policies and rolling out a new universal code of conduct for them. It was something that was dear to you since Hayami grew up in one. After Sukuna saw how passionate you were about it, he let you work on just that.

The change around the estate was good– better than you could ever imagine it to be actually. Everyone boiled it down to the heirs, the king ended up being so busy with his family that he didn’t really have the time or energy to go around terrorizing people the way he used to. He’d slip here and there though, but they’d have to be over matters that were truly dire because again, the man was exhausted.

—

“You know, I understood when it was Sumi’s first birthday,” Hayami ponders. “But it’s her 3rd now and the king wants to stay home again?”

You hum as you put the last of the dango through a skewer. “Seems so.. he just likes staying home on her birthdays, he asked if we could stay home for Yomi’s first birthday too.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“I don’t mind. It’s about them anyways, I don’t really care to entertain or sit in front of others during a festival. We agreed to make their birthdays more of a social thing if they ask in the future though.”

You briefly look out of the window to see what he was up to with your two daughters. He’s usually pretty good with them, but having a 9 month old and a toddler at the same time would be overwhelming for anyone.

You always thought the whole mother’s intuition thing was bullshit, but it’s the only explanation as to why you just felt like looking at them right when your little Sayomi shoves a handful of sand into her fucking mouth.

The look on Sukuna’s face was priceless, pure panic as he scrambles to get the sand out. Then there’s Sumire, literally the nosiest child ever, who slowly stops playing with her dolls because watching papa freak out is more entertaining.

Once Sukuna felt confident that all the sand was completely out of the baby’s mouth he turns back to Sumi, who’s still staring at the two, and whispers something in her ear. You’re guessing he’s telling her not to tell you, which never works. She's your child through and through, and cannot keep a secret for the life of her.

She doesn’t even understand what the concept of a secret is and will most likely mention it when the four of you eat dinner tonight. It’s not like you or Sukuna could get mad at her for doing it either, she just thinks she’s holding up her end of the conversation, being the big girl she is.

“What did you and baby sister do while Papa was working today?”

“Mama spill food on your clothes, we try to wash but its not work,” Your daughter let out a dramatic sigh, the one Sukuna claims she got from you. “Mama ask Ms. Hayami to burn it.”

Sukuna slowly stops chewing his food and glares at you, “Did she now?”

“Mhm. Mama said we can buy more because Papa have LOTS of moneys,” she explained. “She said.. nev.. nervend.. Mama! What word you use?”

“Never ending,” You say, more amused than scared, because what was Sukuna actually going to do about it?

Nothing.

“Yes, nevrending.” Sumi nods, looking extremely proud of herself for learning a new word. “Papa money nervending, we buy what we want.”

“That’s right,” You praise your baby girl, all while her father is staring daggers at you for fucking up his ceremonial robe— and then there’s Yomi sitting on his lap, so blissfully unaware of how much of a snitch her big sister is.

“Hi mama,” Sumi calls out to you cheerfully, her father and sister following right behind her.

“Hi baby,” you smile at her, tucking her long pink hair behind her ear. Ayame was right, she might have her fathers hair color, but the girl had your entire face. Meanwhile, Yomi had your hair and eye color, but looked more like Sukuna. She also got his back markings, it’ll be a lot easier for her to cover them, if she wanted to in the future. “Did you have fun playing outside?”

“Yeah,” she stops and looks up at her sister. “I have fun.. not Yomi, she eat sand and papa got mad.”

“I did not get mad at her,” he groaned. “I was worried.”

She cocks one of her eyebrows up at the man before ignoring him all together, instead focusing on the desserts you’ve been making with Hayami all morning. “I can have one, Mama?”

“Of course you can, we made them for you.” You say, handing her a skewer. “Be careful when you’re eating them, if you have a hard time ask for help, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I did not get mad at Yomi.” Sukuna turns to you and says, even though everyone else in the room has already moved on from it.

“Aww,” You begin to pout at your youngest before taking her in your arms. “Sorry I gave you such a mean father.”

She’s a mimic, and begins to pout with you, making the king roll his eyes.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it if you don’t give me a boy,” he swears. “Maybe then I’d have some respect around here– I know for a fact you’re gonna influence this one too,” He says, booping Yomi’s nose, making your sweet baby laugh.

“Papa’s funny, huh?” You say, continuing to ignore him. “He’s like our personal clown.”

“Oi– watch it,” he snaps at you, more wounded than ever.

“I’m just kidding, Kuna. You know I love you.”

“I don’t believe you.” He waves you off, trying to walk away from you.

“Don’t be dramatic! Come here,” You start walking after him, giggling. “Give me a kiss!”

“No,” he stubbornly says.

“Mama, I'll give you kiss!” Sumi yells, you can hear her little feet patter on the ground as she runs towards you. She’s been listening to your banter with Sukuna this whole entire time.

“Does Papa get a kiss?” He looks at her expectantly.

“..No you say you don't love mama.” She firmly says, before turning back to you. “Papa’s not a good boy today.”

“I said she doesn’t love me, you little b–” Sukuna tried arguing with the 3 year old but was quickly cut off by you.

“Will you bathe the girls while we finish up making food?” You hand the baby back to him, who’s still smiling and giggling. You’ve noticed in these last two months she likes watching drama unfold. “Lunch should be ready when you’re done.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you~”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked, still scowling.

“My apologies my king,” you say before sending the man off with a kiss– making his sour mood quickly turn around.

After lunch, your ladies in waiting left for the 3 day festival being held in the gold district– their only job was to have fun and bring back all the gifts and offerings for Sumire since the festival was to celebrate her birthday.

And then there were four.

You’ve always enjoyed days like this, lounging around the house with Sukuna while your daughters led the day, whether it was a nap or walking around the estate. The walks were the best in Sumi’s eyes, she usually leads the way and you both just follow her– sometimes to the river, sometimes to Mariko’s so she can get cookies since she always has them on hand for her.

Except today, she led you to the small patch of land where Ryuko was laid to rest. You and Sukuna looked at each other sort of stunned, while she blissfully skipped over the footbridge to get to the willow tree on the other side of the stream. Neither of you have taken her here before, yet she knew the whole layout.

“I always play here before I went to mama,” she casually mentions, not thinking too much of it as she began to play with her little sister on the grass. “And papa visit me all the time.”

A pensive smile reached his face, “I did. Did you like the food I’d bring you?”

“Sometimes,” she answered truthfully and left it at that, moving on to whatever subject came to her mind next.

The ceasing of that topic as a whole worked best for Sukuna. He’s not sure how to explain the whole concept to her, he barely even understands it himself. She seems to have a better grasp on it than either of you at this point, casually mentioning things from the past, but not sounding sad about it. She was a strange one at times, it would only make sense if you knew the story.

You all had dinner after your little outing and your two daughters were out like a light shortly after. It was usually you who’d feed Sayomi while he fed Sumire, but the baby seemed to be extra clingy with him today so you switched.

Sumi was good and didn’t fuss over it, she’s a girl who thrived off routine, but understands her sister’s just a baby and allowed their papa to feed her tonight. She never fails to make you two laugh with her thought process, she’s always so proud after explaining herself too.

You both usually stick around for another 30 minutes or so after they fall asleep before leaving their room, they were just too cute. Sayomi wasn’t expected either, but you both were over the moon after finding out you were pregnant with her. You already had so much fun raising Sumi together, adding another one to the mix was just a no-brainer at that point.

“I can’t believe she’s 3 already,” you say, taking off your clothes and changing into a nightgown.

“I know,” he agrees. “That went by fast, too fuckin’ fast actually. I kinda miss when she didn’t know how to talk.”

“Don’t say that,” you click your tongue and lightly hit his chest.

“She tells on me all the time,” he barely argued, it was more funny to him at this point too. “She’s always been a talker though, even before she learned how to speak, I wonder who she gets that from.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap.

“Don’t even mention when she was a baby, she was so cute.” You began to whine. “I miss those days.”

“She really fuckin’ was. Remember how chunky she was? She was like a bread roll.” He says and you both laugh. You two used to take turns squishing her cheeks, up until she started to whine about it around 2 years old. “And now Sayomi’s starting to lose some of that baby fat too, I don’t like it.”

“No she’s not,” you dismiss him. “You’re just being dramatic now.”

He ran his hand up your thigh, bunching up your dress as he began to disagree with you. “No, you’re just in denial over her growing up too.”

“She’s not even a year old yet.” You giggled, squeezing your thighs together so his hand doesn’t go up any further.

“C’mon don’t do that,” he began to rub circles where his hand was. “You’re not gonna let me thank you for giving me cute kids?”

“By giving me more?” You scoff at the man, he’s grinding your body over his boner at this point.

“I’ll pull out and have Uraume drop off some elixir in the morning,” he says. “You woke up before all of us, let me make you feel good.” He begins trailing kisses on the side of your neck, stopping at the spot just under your ear and suckling on it.

“At least lock the door Kuna,” you say, giving him the go-ahead if he did so.

He listens to you immediately, quickly locking the door before fucking pouncing on you. He never wastes time, especially now that you two didn’t have the freedom to fuck all day anymore like you used to. But there was something about it that was just as good too, you’re sure it’s from having to wait that makes your time with him even more worthwhile.

Not only that, he makes it worth it, always putting your pleasure first over his own.

He quickly takes off your dress, scolding you for even bothering to put it on because you already knew what he was going to do to you once you two were finally alone.

“Fuck– I love these.” He rasps as he fondles your breasts, latching his mouth on one of them right after.

He trails his hand down to the place he loves to be in the most, while sucking and flicking his tongue over your bud– drawing short, staggered breaths out of you. You were already so wet for him, spreading your legs even more while he ran his fingers up and down your folds.

“So fucking filthy,” he groans as he looks back to see his fingers practically soaked. “Want me to eat this sweet pussy of yours?” He asks, rubbing short circles over your clit.

His draws out a small symphony of yes’ and please’s out of you, just the smallest touches from his leaves you begging for more.

He gives your cunt one light slap! before slotting his head in between your thighs, he was quick to hold your knees down to your chest so you couldn’t go anywhere either and licks one, long stripe up your cunt.

Then another one, and then another, teasing you– you couldn’t do anything about it either. You were practically in the bed with how much weight he was putting down on you.

“Kuna! Just eat me out already, don’t tease me like this,” you all but whine. “I can’t fucking stand y– oh fuuck.”

He changed positions, holding your legs down with one arm and sliding two fingers inside of you, “What was that?” He asks, curling them into the spot that makes you go crazy.

You tell him to keep going all while he taunts you, telling you how you should watch your mouth and how you should be more patient– the sounds of clicking and squelching begin to fill the room, becoming louder the faster he pumps his digits in and out of you.

Right when you’re about to cum he starts to eat you out, messily– wanting nothing more than for you to cum all over his face and then overstimulate you for begging the way you just did.

He’s back to holding you legs up with both hands while you begin to cry and gasp for air because he was just too fucking much. You begin to bite your knuckles while he continues attacking your pussy with his tongue.

You don’t even know what he’s doing at this point, the licking and lapping and sucking all fade into one while you feel the pressure begin to pool up inside you for the second fucking time. You try your best to close your legs together but he was just too strong, bracing yourself for another orgasm that Sukuna always pulls out of you so effortlessly.

So vulnerable, dwindled down to a crying mess, just the way he likes you.

He hears your breathing start stagger and that’s his cue to shove his fingers inside of you again. He laps at your swollen clit and finger fucks you through your second orgasm– not stopping until he knows your done cumming. The ones after the first orgasm always last a little longer.

Not even stopping until he feels you physically go limp under his hold.

You barely get a chance to catch your breath before he’s back on you, hovering over you. “Turn around,” he rasps, almost desperately. Pre-cum’s leaking out of his tip and he’s so fucking hard it’s starting to hurt.

Your legs were still shaky after he just went to town with you. He notices and helps you, bending you over and pressing your head down on to the pillow. It’s nights like this where you don’t think you’ll make it out alive, and you truly believe so right now with the way he’s arching your back to its absolute limit.

You are fucked. So fucked. He’s already digging his nails into your hips and you just know you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.

He tries to be nice at first, but the moment he puts the tip in, he abandons that thought and completely buries himself in your warmth. You let out the most lewd moan and it’s not helping him hold on to the little self control he has right now, but he’s not trying to wake those fucking brats up so he begins to shush you.

He tells you to breathe and that you can take it, always sounding so tender and sweet while he lets you get used to his size. You’d think you’d get used to it by now, but you don’t and probably never will, giving him yet another ego boost that he doesn’t need.

Once he feels you loosen up ever so slightly, he begins thrusting. “Goood girl– that’s it, just take my fuckin’ cock– juuust like that,” he began to slowly lose himself while praising you.

He always fucks you just right, his fat tip massaging ever inch of your walls, it’s almost relaxing– at least at first. He continues to fuck you nice and slow for a few minutes before he loses himself completely, soon finding himself driving his cock into you at an unforgiving pace.

If there’s one thing that hasn’t changed about this man, it’s how fucking mean he was.

Taunting you, asking you what’s wrong, as if he wasn’t currently slamming his hips against your ass and fucking you into oblivion.

Yet you always take every single thrust from him, every single inch from him. He fucks you like he hates you and you seem to love it with how you’ve never asked him to stop or slow down, not once in the entirety of you relationship together. Absolutely sick and depraved– just like him, and that’s another reason why he loves you.

You have your head shoved into the pillow while he continues to pound into you from the back, the way he fucks you is so dizzying. At this point, you’re just trying to keep quiet while you slowly lose yourself in the way Sukuna hits all your sweet spots. You’re pretty sure you came for the 4th time just a couple seconds ago and he thinks so too, drawing a chuckle out of him.

My messy little concubine, he thinks.

He’s so lost in you at this point that the side of him that doesn’t really give a fuck about being heard comes out, making him grapple on to you, pulling you up flush against his chest– all while he continues to fuck you, hard.

He wraps one arm around your waist while his other hand covers your mouth, your heavy breathing grazing his hand. He’s close, you know it, he gets this handsy whenever he does.

You’re sure he’d scratch and claw at you if you actually let him, always overstimulating himself.

He tries his best not to bite down when when he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier as he mutters into your ear, telling you that you were going to take every single fucking drop he gives you.

You begin to beg him for it, begging him to come inside you, begging for every single last drop– telling him how much you need him and how much you want him to fill you up with his cum.

And he delivers with one final snap of his hips, holding you in place as if you’d get away from him any second from now. His cock pulses inside of you and you can feel his hot cum painting your walls, he hides his own groans into the crook of your neck as he began to slowly fuck his cum deeper inside of you because somewhere along the way you promised not to waste it.

After some seconds of coming down, he relaxes his grip on you.

Not a good idea, you were so spent you almost fell face first into the bed if he hadn't caught you. “You okay Dovey?” He teasingly asks.

“What do you think?” You murmur, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“C’mon sweetheart, can’t have you falling asleep on me just yet,” He throws a robe on you and carries you out of the room bridal style.

“Can’t we just clean up tomorrow?” You ask and he’s surprised you even have the energy to try argue with him.

“No ‘cause you’re gonna rip my head off for not making you clean up tonight,” he retorts. “You’re not even going to be the one cleaning yourself, it’ll be me doing all the work,” he mumbles, shaking his head.

“Fine.” You huff.

—

“I’m surprised the water’s still warm,” You say, wading your head over it as you rest against Sukuna’s chest. You two ended up staying in the tub longer than anticipated.

“I had one of the servants fill it while we were eating dinner,” he says.

“Were you planning this the entire time?” You ask, trying to hold back on jokes from how tired he is now.

“Mhm, I've been wanting to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

He pauses for a moment, looking like he was trying to find the right way to come out with it. He runs his hand up and down your back tenderly while taking a deep breath. “Will you give marrying me a second thought?”

“You’re still on that?” You lightly tease, running your fingers across his jaw. “I already told you I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, but I–” He pauses again for a moment. “I know you don’t want the responsibilities that come with being the queen consort, but you’ve given birth to two of my children already. You deserve the title. You’re not a concubine anymore, you haven’t been one for a long time now.”

“You’re right, I don’t want all of that responsibility, Kuna. I feel like taking care of the girls and working with the orphanages is enough.”

“You won’t have to take on more,” he tries to compromise with you. “You can just focus on what you have going on now. Promise I won’t try to give you any extra work.”

“But what about the people? They’re gonna call me a lazy queen.”

“Yeah probably–” he mutters.

You lightly smack his chest, “That’s not helping.” You hiss, drawing a laugh out of the man.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he grabs your hand, placing a kiss on it. “If anything, they’d be happy. The word of your work with the orphanages spread quick, they think you’re a fuckin’ angel.”

“Really?”

“Really– apparently they all feel bad that you’re with someone like me.” He says and you laugh at that, a little too hard for his liking actually.

“Well..” you say after a short amount of silence between you two. “I think you came up with a very good argument rather than the one you had last time.”

“Last time wasn’t that bad.” He tried defending himself.

“Last time you said I should become the queen consort for the sole purpose of being able to kill people without being questioned,” you retort. “Plus, I can do that now and won’t receive any consequences, which is why it wasn’t so convincing.”

“You think I’ll be able to convince you this time?” A smile forms on his face.

“Maybe,” you say tentatively. “Promise I won’t have to do any extra work?”

“I promise.”

epilogue

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two: attack dog

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity, more will be added bc this is sukuna were talking about

a/n: nothing for today, hope u enjoyed my procrastination project

“You’re not gonna come back to Choso’s with us, Kuna?” Some random girl asks.

Not really random, she’s been with his whole group the entire night, he’s just bad with names if he finds someone boring. Aika? Or was it Aiko? Who knows, who cares.

“Nah,” he waves the girl off. It was certainly tempting since she was rubbing her tits up on him as she asked, but it’s nothing new and she wasn’t really doing it for him tonight. “Got a family brunch to go to tomorrow morning,” he says.

Which was true, he just doesn’t know if he’s actually going to attend tomorrow though. He might, apparently Yuji’s been asking where he’s been and he doesn't mind seeing that brat once in a while.

“In that case..” she pulls a pen out of her bag and writes her number down on one of the napkins. “Here’s my number, if you ever wanted to meet up sometime.” She offered him a smile.

Poor girl, he thought. “I’ll keep that in mind, Aiko.” He guessed what her name was. It was actually Aika, but she didn’t correct him.

She wouldn’t have even gotten the chance to since he immediately turned his attention back to his friends, briefly saying goodbye to them. Most of them are too drunk to care, it honestly would’ve been fine if he just did an irish goodbye, but he felt like being somewhat of a good boy tonight.

The drive home wasn’t long– the restaurant was downtown and his penthouse was just a couple blocks away. The first thing he notices when he gets home is how much brighter the skyline was compared to most nights, truth be told he doesn’t remember the last saturday night he’s stayed home. It’s not necessarily a bad thing though, most weekends he’s somewhere within those lights.

Never a stranger to the night, always the life of the party.

Except for tonight.

The first thing he does after setting his phone, wallet, and keys down was change into just a pair of gray sweats. Extremely cliche of him, but it’s fucking comfy. His body’s always ran warmer too, so the thought of him being fully covered up in the privacy of his own home was just ludacris.

He went straight to the mini-bar he had in his living room, pouring himself up a glass of whiskey on the rocks with a splash of orange bitters. His phone buzzed after the first sip, figuring it was probably some girl asking to come over.

| Anger Issues: Thank you for covering the bill tonight.

He can't help but snicker at how much of a grudge he can feel behind your text, not even a smiley face or anything, the period at the end was loud and clear.

But you took the bait.

| Sukuna Itadori: Oof. That’s all I had to do to get a text back??

| Anger Issues: Stop 🙄 you didn’t have to you know..

He knows, that’s why he did it.

| Anger Issues: I can pay you back if you want?

Absolutely fucking not.

| Sukuna Itadori: Never ask me that shit again.

He leans back on his leather couch and stares at the screen, patiently waiting for what you had to say to that. Remember when he admitted to being a little hedonistic, constantly chasing after what excites him?

This is one of the things that excites him, talking to a new girl, especially the one that gracefully cussed him out last week– he fucking loved that. But that feeling doesn’t last long because you end up leaving him high and dry, liking his message and going about your night– probably to fuck that guy you were with, even if he didn’t pay for your dinner.

He can’t exactly see you with someone like him though, whatever the fuck his name was, he never caught it.

He was more focused on how soft your skin felt when he had his hand on your shoulder, focused on the way you immediately got goosebumps when he started to touch you more tenderly– all in front of your date, who was too much of a loser to notice the shit he was doing.

You know who wasn’t completely oblivious to everything that was going on?

You.

You immediately caught on to his little game, meeting his jabs with your own, though they weren’t necessarily jabs, but you knew how to be passive aggressive, matching his energy in your own way. Maybe before last week's incident he would’ve believed you’d be satisfied with a guy like that, but now he sees you being with somebody a little more.. dominant– possessive even.

Someone like him.

Had any man stood as close to you as he did earlier, he’d have the table flipped before anyone in that restaurant could blink, knocking that motherfucker out cold. But no, all your date had to say was “so how do you two know each other?”

Oh you know— I'm just the guy that wants to shove his cock down your date's throat.

Fat tears would be streaming down her cheeks all while she gagged from how fucking big he was, her nails would be digging into the backs of his thighs while he fucked her face, hard.

The thought makes him shift in his seat, taking another sip from his drink. You’d take it like a pro, like you were made for him and him alone, he just knows it.

If only you’d abandon whatever morality you had that made you dodge him so much. He takes one more look at his phone and gets annoyed that you still haven’t texted him back, instead you just liked the last message— that simply wasn’t going to work for him.

So he taps on your little contact icon, scrolls down, and calls you. He’s admittedly tipsy, but whatever, if you hated him that much, you would’ve sent him an email or something.

He waits, becoming a little annoyed at the 3rd ring, and lets it go at the very last one, when your stubborn ass finally picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

“How was your date?” He asks, getting straight to the point.

You pause for a second, trying to gauge just how drunk he was. “Why are you asking?” You respond, apprehensively.

“I mean.. I did pay for your dinner with him,” he barely tries to reason with you.

“That’s such an asshole thing to say.” You say, trying not to sound too amused by it.

“I know,” he chuckles. “That’s your second strike for tonight though sweetheart. You really should be a lot nicer to me”

“May I ask what the first one was, Sir?”

“Please call me that instead of Itadori-san” he goes off track for a moment, confirming that he was drunk. “And if you’re so curious, the first one was when you decided to finally text me back, after 2 whole months.”

You end up ignoring his first comment, “Shouldn't I be getting a gold star or something for going out of my way to thank you?”

“No,” he scoffs, he makes it sound like you’re fucking crazy for saying such a thing, he doesn’t actually mean it though. “It’s me who should be getting a gold star when I decided to let you have fun on your date– the one that clearly didn’t go well.”

“Let me?” You sat up for a second, sort of offended by the man's words. “And how do you know it didn’t go well?”

“I may or may not have told that waitress to text me if he asked to split the bill or not.” He smiles as he admits it.

“No wonder why she seemed so starstruck when she mentioned you paying, you flirted with her didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged on the other side of the line. “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering. She looked like a little girl in love.”

“I’m sure she did,” he sounds like he’s bragging when he says it. “At least someone looked in love tonight,” he pokes fun at you, like he always fucking does.

It’s been his goal since meeting you, getting you to give him some sort of reaction other than the frivolous professionalism that radiates out of your pores from 9-5, 5 days a week. He succeeded once, when you told him off in the privacy of his office, but like any other thing that thrums dopamine through his veins, he can’t help but want more.

Can’t blame him though, he would've left you alone if you hadn’t texted him, even after paying the $265.83 bill that you and your date racked up tonight. Not that it was anything crazy, that was pocket change to him.

“I don’t think it’s that big of a deal,” you calmly say, because it truly isn’t. “It’s not like I’m looking for a husband, someone just asked me out and I went.”

“So you’d go out with anyone that just asks?” He dramatically gasps for a second, continuing to get under your skin. “If I asked you out, would you go?”

“Fuck no,” you say and end up laughing because you can just tell that wiped the smirk right off his face. “That would be very unprofessional of me.”

“I think we’re past that with you coming into my office and cussing me the fuck out.”

“You’re not going to let that go, are you?” You play with your necklace as you lay back in bed.

You wait for a response but instead hear aggressive snorting in the background, “Did you just-“

“Me? No.” He cuts you off before you could even finish that sentence. “But yeah— no, I'm never letting that go . Glad you’re finally admitting to your sins though.”

“If only you’d admit to yours,” you mumble to yourself, but he caught it. You’re too tired to really care though.

“What do you wanna know,” he lays back in his own bed. It was only 11:12 pm, given his lifestyle, he had enough energy to indulge in this conversation for way longer.

“What do you wanna tell me?” You say, meeting him halfway.

And he tells you.. things.

Half of them you already know, unfortunately, thanks to Wasuke always complaining about all the shit he gets into. This family has a serious problem of oversharing but you honestly didn’t mind it, being as nosey as you were.

Like the gentleman he was, every 15 minutes he’d try to turn the conversation back around on you, wanting to know more than what you choose to reveal, but he wasn’t a random date. He was your boss's son, so you always found a way to redirect the conversation back to him.

But it was never totally about him, constantly asking for your thoughts on the matter, and how you felt about certain topics– a real interactive conversation compared to the one you had earlier.

But before you know it, you look at the clock in your room and let out a sigh, making you wonder what the fuck you were doing with your life.

“What’s wrong?” He cuts himself off.

“It’s 4:00 am.” You say.

“So?”

“Sooo it’s 4:00 am,” you barely explained. “I shouldn’t have even been on the phone with you that long.”

“What, you don’t stay up this late?” He teases.

“No, never.” You giggle. “I actually like to sleep.”

“I’m sure you can make an exception this once.”

“Hm.. I already did when I picked up the phone,” you say. “Now here we are five hours later and I’m tired.”

“Of me?”

“No– actually yes,” you cut yourself off, hoping that it would get him to back off and let you go to sleep.

“Aww don't be like that sweetheart,” he began to mock you. “Just say you need your beauty sleep.”

“Fine, I need my beauty sleep.”

“Come over then— m’sure you’ll get plenty of rest here.”

“Absolutely not, Sukuna.” You sharply tell him.

He chuckled at your sudden coldness. “I got you to say my name.”

“Is that enough for you to let me go?”

“Mmm yeah— sure.”

He overheard you sigh, saying ‘thank fucking god’ to yourself. “I’ll get going then Itadori-san—“

“Fuck you, you dont get to—“

“Good night~” you sing out before hanging up completely.

—

You didn’t hear from Sukuna for the rest of that weekend, he probably spent the rest of his Sunday sleeping since he most likely didn’t go to sleep after you hung up on him. You did however get an early morning text from Wasuke the following monday, making you panic just a bit since he asked you to come into the office early that morning.

It was clearly an emergency and you hoped it had nothing to do with the fact you answered his son’s phone call.

Luckily it had nothing to do with you, and had everything to do with the newest board member, who is currently trying to make unnecessary budget cuts within the company.

One of them being an attempt to cancel the company’s yearly gala– none of the other board members think it’s a good idea, yet he’s still insisting, and it’s going to drive Wasuke up the fucking wall if it hasn’t already.

You didn’t knock before entering his office this time, he told you there was no need. You were met with the sight of your boss visibly shaking from anger, he was quick to gesture for you to have a seat on one of the chairs in front of his desk, handing you a laptop since your job this morning was to basically act as a scribe for the upcoming phone call with the board member.

His reasoning for it was so that he could “throw it back in that motherfuckers face next time he tries to fuck with my parties”, word for word.

Jin was there as well with a little boy who you guessed was Yuji, given their striking resemblance. On a normal day you would’ve been quick to say hi to the kid, but they both seemed to be on edge as well with Wasuke’s attitude this morning.

“Sooo.. when does the call start?” You say, cutting the thick tension in the room.

“Whenever that asshole gets here,” Wasuke calmly responds as he violently types away on his keyboard.

“He usually has Sukuna handle these things,” Jin further explained to you, which made sense. A lot of managers refer to him as Wasuke’s attack dog.

You end up just nodding at that, there really wasn’t much to say, especially with your boss’ mental state. He seemed like the kind of guy who would go off on you if you said the wrong thing while he was in a bad mood, even if you weren’t speaking to him directly.

You felt bad for Akio, this is probably how he feels 24/7.

You hear the door swing open not too long after.

“Unckuna!” Yuji yells out, jumping off his dads lap and running towards the man.

He was quick to pick the boy up, despite the scowl on his face. “Thought I told you not to call me that?” He began to shake him, drawing laughter out of the kid.

“He’s 3,” Jin reminds him, as gentle as ever. “It’s easier for him to say that instead of uncle Sukuna.” He tries to explain and Sukuna just rolls his eyes.

He can do better than that, the boy was an Itadori at the end of day.. even if his mom was kind of a whore.

“Yuji.” He grabs his nephew's attention as he takes the seat his brother was previously in.

“Yes?”

“Say Un-cle Su-ku-na,” he slowly instructs.

Yuji listens thoroughly and nods, “Uncskuna?”

The man ends up shaking his head and completely ignores the kid after that, knowing there was no use in scolding him. Yuji doesn’t seem to care, he just wanted his uncle to hold him and got exactly that.

“S’this our little recorder for the day,” he smirks and points at you as he asks his father.

“Yes,” Wasuke says as he finishes up the last of whatever he was typing out. “Don’t type out anything Sukuna says,” he firmly tells you.

“Got it,” you nod. “What if he records the conversation?”

Sukuna waves off your concern, “I’m gonna hack into every single device he owns after this for safe measure.” He says, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. “What was his name again?”

“Renji Takahara,” his father tells him for the hundredth time, even though he’s already met the guy more than a handful of times.

He dialed his number and pressed speaker for him, all while everyone in the room, except for Yuji, patiently waited for Mr. Takahara to answer.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Takahara– good morning,” He nearly sang out, you could tell he was excited, it triggered Jin’s fight or flight response. “It’s Sukuna.”

“Oh– good morning. What can I do for–”

He doesn’t let him finish that sentence and proceeds to rip into the poor guy.

It was like a switch flipped in him, ready to go head to head with anyone, at any time. He’s not even mad, he’s enjoying himself, this was his favorite part about his job.

At one point Renji tried to fight back, reminding him that he was the one who caught him snorting coke in the conference room and Sukuna didn’t fucking care— he threatened to drug him in response to that, he was dead serious too.

Yuji’s still in his lap, completely unfazed by his uncle’s aggression. Jin’s in the corner rubbing his temple, hoping to god Yuji never takes after him. Taking him out of the room wasn’t an option, Yuji would just cry for his uncle until he came to his rescue.

Then there’s Wasuke, who is smiling and nodding at every other thing that’s coming out of his attack dog's mouth. You’ve never seen him look at Jin with this much pride, which says a lot because you thought Jin was his favorite. He’s looking at Sukuna like he’s an angel and it’s more concerning than it is heart-warming.

In the end, he had Mr. Takahara apologizing profusely, promising to not push for any changes unless more than half the board agreed to them. You don’t know how he did it but you can only hope that you never receive that side of Sukuna– reminding you once again to stay the fuck away from him.

In the amount of time you’ve worked for him, you’ve never seen Wasuke this happy– that gala is one of the very few things he looks forward to during the year. There’s also Yuji’s birthday, but getting drunk at that is looked down upon, so he’s always refrained from doing so.

Sukuna and Yuji fought for a few minutes after the phone call ended, he was trying to leave but the boy wouldn’t let him. He ended up taking Yuji with him to his office, he left some of his toys there from the last time he visited, so he figured he could just play while he began going through Mr. Takahara’s iCloud and files.

Maybe even find something he could potentially blackmail him with if he ever got bold again.

He doubts it though.

“And you,” Wasuke pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Yes sir?”

“Would you like to help plan this year's gala? We’re going to be doubling the budget for it this year,” he just decided, because the company could fucking afford it– along with the year end bonus he just decided he was going to give every one, even the ones who didn’t deserve it, all to prove a point.

“I would love to! I’m getting paid extra for that, right?” You ask.

He laughs somewhat evilly at your question, “Absolutely. I’ll send you the planners contact information now. You can work from home today too, grab whatever you need from here for that.”

You quickly catch on to what he’s doing and have no complaints whatsoever. “That would be great, thank you so much Mr. Itadori! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, kid.”

You were out of the office in record time. Luckily, you’ve been ahead of your work by over a week, so you decided you were going to take the day off after calling the planner to let her know that you’d be helping out.

You didn’t even get a chance to put your phone down when you received yet another text from the rather annoying unknown sender. You laugh to yourself after realizing you still haven’t added him as a contact. You won’t be doing that today either.

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| (Unknown Sender): sensitive 🙄 when i said nun i was talking about one of those sexy halloween ones

| (Unknown Sender): did you just turn your read receipts on to spite me? petty

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controller | sukuna x f!reader master list

one: menace

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity, more will be added bc this is sukuna were talking about

a/n: 4.4k words and I giggled and kicked my feet writing all of it.

“Hey–” He sharply repeats himself, starting to lose patience and is seriously considering calling building security. “Time for you two to wake up, I got places I need to be in an hour and you two aren’t staying here,” he rudely informs the two women that were sound asleep in his bed.

It seems to finally do the trick since they both actually showed some signs of life after his final warning.

“C’mon ladies, up and at em’,” he claps a couple times, no longer the gentleman he was last night, he was more like a drill sergeant now. “Better be out of here by the time I’m done showering.”

And they were long gone by then, thankfully. There’ve been times where he’s actually had to involve his condo building's security and he gets a headache everytime he thinks about it.

Those ones usually put up some sort of fight, saying some shit along the lines of “You used me!”, even though it’s almost always them asking to go back to his place.

He begins to towel dry his hair as he walks into his closet, looking at the sea of suits he owns, most of them being black or dark gray. It's been a while since he’s actually gotten up and ready for work.

The final choice was a black Tom Ford suit, but he doesn’t know that though, he doesn’t care to look at the tags. They’re all the same to him at this point.

He only chose this one because it had zero creases in the fabric, making a mental note to have the rest of them dry cleaned, again.

Sukuna is many things— decisive, driven, admittedly hedonistic. He likes to keep things interesting, to constantly be in an engaging environment, you know?

Which is why he decided it was time to go back to working in the office– to his fathers disdain.

But he wasn’t going to reprimand him over that, of course, not out of all the things he could actually genuinely get mad at him for. Working from home was always a suggestion to begin with anyways, an irresistible offer Sukuna could’ve never passed up– something Wasuke already knew.

But like all things Sukuna’s been offered in life, he’s grown tired of it, he now wants something new.

Can you blame him?

He was young, healthy.. single. He had the kind of flexibility in life where he could do whatever he wanted and it wouldn’t truly change anything. Call him impulsive all you want but in his mind he’s earned it, he wasn’t like Jin, he actually knew how to pull out.

The only person who’d actually get traumatized by his actions was his father, which was never really that big of a deal. He made that motherfucker millions, so he was always forgiven at the end of the day.

Besides, going back to the office should be seen as a good thing. It didn’t seem all that bad to him either, there were a ton of new employees, most of them he should probably meet. He was one of the biggest representatives of the company and brand afterall.

Yeah, that’s it– he was simply just… doing his part as the son of the CEO. Maybe even as the possible future predecessor, not that he actually wants that.

That was Jin’s future, given how he was the one who wanted to grow up so fucking bad, evidently.

He remembers the day Jin broke to news to everyone that he got his girlfriend in college pregnant– head in his hands, trying his best not to laugh at his twin brother, who was fucking crying because he was always the sensitive one of the two.

Their father yelling at no one in particular in the background, talking about how he expected Sukuna to pull this shit— not Jin.

And that he genuinely thought Jin was a virgin. At that point, Sukuna couldn’t hold back anymore and bursted out laughing because he thought Jin was a virgin too.

Wasuke ended up directing his rage towards him because he wasn’t taking it seriously. They quickly began arguing after that, like they always did, all while Jin slowly faded away in the background— still crying because his life was over.

He snickers to himself at the memory while he washes the hair product off his hands, moving on to spray himself with whatever cologne was the quickest to grab– again, not caring about which one. They all smell the same and draw people in all the same.

The one thing he was actually picky about this morning was which car he was driving, because they were not all the same. But his choice was just as quick as the others he made, opting for his matte black Aston Martin DB12, she was different.

While waiting for his car to warm up, he quickly sends a text to the company’s long time receptionist, Javier, casually letting him know that’d he’d be in office today. He also added that someone better have his usual coffee order by the time he gets there.

And no, there was no need to tell him what would happen if it wasn’t ready by then. Javier knows him well enough to also know what would happen if Sukuna’s requests weren’t met.

He’s probably emphasizing how important his coffee order is at this very moment to some random intern, one that probably wouldn’t last more than a month in the company.

—

“Will you please pick up his order when you pick up Wasuke’s?” Javier pretty much begged you over the phone. You don’t know how he got your number either and wondered if there was some sort of directory you had no clue about.

“Yeah of course,” you quickly accept it because you feel like he’d die right then and there if you didn’t. “What was his order?”

“Ask for a medium americano but in a large cup, with 4 shots of espresso– black, he’ll fucking lose it if there’s any creamer. Then 3 packets of the raw sugar, do not use granulated sugar, he can tell the difference and made an intern cry over it once.”

Queue the dramatic sigh. “He would have an order like that,” you mutter to yourself and he asks you to repeat yourself. “Nothing– I have it written down, thank you.”

“No, thank you. You’re a lifesaver, truly.” He says and means it from the bottom of his heart, “Okay, I gotta go now, bye!”

Even the barista’s at the coffee shop you always got Wasuke’s coffee from seemed to have an immediate reaction to the extra coffee order. They knew exactly what you were talking about, also reminding you to use 3 packets of the raw sugar.

They went as far as advising you to stir it in really well, and you ended up listening to them because it was clear they knew more than you.

“Mr. Itadori?” You knock on his office door with both orders in hand. This was the first time he got to the office before you and you were hoping he wouldn’t have much to say about it.

“Come in,” he immediately responds and a wave of relief crashes over you since there's no maliciousness in his tone.

However, he did look extremely defeated when you walked in. It was a wild guess, but you thought it was maybe because Sukuna was sitting across from him.

“...Sorry,” you say, it was all you had to offer for not being there on time as you handed him his order. “Javier put me up to this– here you go.” You hand Sukuna his coffee, the one that should’ve been in his hand 9 minutes ago.

It also kind of irked him how you handed his father his coffee first when he was the one that was closest to the door. He wasn’t going to say anything though, you got the order perfect.

“Good job,” He openly praises you. “Maybe I should just have you do my daily coffee runs,” he suggests.

Wasuke nearly chokes on his drink after hearing the ‘daily’ portion of that already unnecessary comment, obviously not expecting his own son to be back full-time.

“No,” he was quick to answer for you, but still facing his son. “Pretty soon you’ll be asking her to do random shit for you like picking up your 100th bottle of vodka for the week. Get your own assistant.”

“Courtesy of the company?” He asks. The thought was intriguing, having his own assistant does sound nice.

“It’s coming out of your own fucking check.” Wasuke pinches his nose ridge, it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it, his son just liked to take.

“No assistant for me then,” he decides, figuring he could probably get one of the interns to do all of his menial tasks for him.

Wasuke quickly turns to you because he starts to feel bad, you were essentially wasting away in the background. “Don’t ever feel like you need to get him coffee,” he lets you know. “I’ll also be letting Javier know to never call you for something as stupid as that again.”

“Okay great, thank you!” You end up saying and you can feel his entitled son burning a hole into the side of your skull– most likely because you didn’t bother to offer getting him his coffees anyways, which he thought was extremely offensive since you were already going to be at the coffee shop each morning.

“Will that be all Mr. Itadori?” You ask, trying to wrap up the conversation that was getting increasingly uncomfortable.

You had work to get to and also didn’t want to stick around to find out why Javier seemed so scared of Sukuna.

“Yes, that'll be all. Please let me know when the investor gets here for my meeting at 11.” He says.

“Will do.” You say before turning on your heel to leave the office, still avoiding his son’s gaze that’s still on you.

He was in there for another hour or so, but there wasn’t any yelling, to your surprise. The timing of him leaving his fathers office was perfect too, you were on a call– scheduling one of Wasukes many meetings, many months out from now.

He didn’t look mad at all when you looked up at him, which brought you some relief. You’ve dealt with a lot of personalities like his in the past, wherein the sense that if you don’t bend over backwards for them, they target you– just for the fuck of it.

So you offer him a little smile, because it’s just the courteous thing to do, and something in the way he smiled back at you made you completely abandon the thought of him not being like one of those people.

His was insincere, void of any warmth, eyes zeroing on you like you were some sort of fucking prey, making you fully understand why Javier and Akio have reacted to him the way they did.

And you were absolutely right to feel that way, your intuition once again having yet to fail you.

—

“Hold that open,” the devil himself calls out to you.

He thought you were stepping forward to actually do so, but was proven wrong when you stepped to the side of the elevator and pressed one of the buttons– multiple times.

“Did you just try to force close the fucking elevator on me?” He asks in disbelief after slamming the doors back open himself.

“No– not at all, Itadori-san.” You say, not sounding too worried if he'd actually believe that or not.

“Yeah– okay.” He scoffs at you. “Thought I asked you not to call me that?”

“That would be inappropriate of me,” you come up with an excuse on the spot.

“If that’s the case, then calling Jin by his first name would be incredibly inappropriate of you,” he remarked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you respond, pulling your phone out to distract yourself from him.

Which helps– surprisingly.

But your peace only lasts about 30 seconds, because Sukuna decided to call you and unfortunately your phone was not on silent today.

He clicks his tongue and lets out the fakest disappointed sigh, “So I have had the right number this whole time.” He says, sounding way too satisfied with the fact.

“How did you even get it?” You grimace. You had a hunch that the multiple messages you have gotten from an unknown number was from him, you just never thought he’d be so open about it.

“I don’t think that matters anymore,” he was quick to wave off your question. “Coulda asked when I first texted you.”

“Sorry, I don’t text back random numbers,” you chirp out as you not-so-discreetly decline his call.

“You knew exactly who texted you, sweetheart.” He says arrogantly, putting his phone away since he has your full attention again. “God– what am I gonna do with you?” He says to himself, as if you weren’t 3 feet away from him.

He continues to shake his head at you and takes a step forward. “Not only are you unprofessional, but you are incredibly rude, you know that?”

“I would have to respectfully disagree, Itadori-san,” you enunciated his name, nice and slow, to make a point. “If that were the case, I would’ve been fired a long time ago.”

“Maybe you haven’t because I never told the old man about the shit that came out of that little mouth of yours, when you barged into my office last week.” He tilts his head as he continued to just barely argue with you, calm yet condescending as hell.

“Again– I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you double down on your innocence.

“No?” He continues to press the subject. “Let me give you a little refresher then.”

–

In an effort to avoid your boss’s son, you decided to eat lunch at your desk today. If anyone was going to save you from him, it was going to be Wasuke himself.

You understood why he told you to call security if he ever got to be too much for you. Ever since he magically spawned in the office that one day, he’s made it his life's sole mission to find little ways to get under your skin.

Seriously– he’s been reining terror over the office for two months now and he hasn’t fucked off ever since, for whatever sick reason you have yet to know. You didn’t even want to know at this point, truthfully.

But you can’t always get what you want in life, which was pretty evident when you decided to check your work email. Once again, he has “suggested” that some random task be assigned to you, making sure to cc you in the email he sent to the head of the finance department.

And you both knew you weren’t going to do the work, because that just wasn’t your fucking job. It was the fact that you had to politely decline and explain why you weren’t qualified for the job, every single time, that bothered you.

The torture of it all for you was his sole purpose for doing it, amongst other things.

Those other things being the multiple bar and strip club job openings that he constantly faxes to you.

Just in case you got tired of working a 9-5.

He must’ve known you were currently at your desk, because he was doing it yet again.

“What a nice surprise,” He smiles and leans back in his chair. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

You smile back at him as you gently close the door to his office, he shamelessly eyes you up and down while you do so because he’s a fucking pervert. “There’s actually a couple things you can do for me,” you softly say to him.

“I’ll do anything you want if you keep talking to me like that.” He says in response and it does not surprise you one bit.

“Okaay– for starters, I need you to stop fucking faxing me random shit that isn’t related to work,” You slam the stack of papers, consisting of everything he’s ever faxed to you, on his desk, and begin to go off on him— his jaw nearly drops because of it. “And while we're on the topic of work, stop trying to hand off your work to me. I don’t care if your dad’s my boss, it’s not in my contract to do anything for you.”

Sukuna doesn’t attempt to defend himself once, as you continue to cuss him out in his own office. He honestly doesn’t catch most of what you're saying either. He was more focused on the way you slammed both your hands down on his desk and the way your lips moved when you spoke– well, yelled. But whatever, this was the most he’s ever seen you speak.

“Got it?” You sharply ask, snapping him back to reality.

“Got it,” he says indefinitely, nodding his head in agreement to make it all look more convincing. “Won’t happen again.” He firmly adds and he’s not sure if he actually means that or not.

You on the other hand don’t believe him, but are too stunned by your own actions to further yell at the man who is surprisingly compliant right now. Had you known any better, he was slightly turned on by your performance.

“Okay,” you all but say, pushing yourself off his desk and standing up straight. “Glad we can.. come to an agreement.”

“Yeah,” he absentmindedly agrees, genuinely at a loss for words, all he could think about was how hot that was.

“I’ll get going then,” you say before leaving the room as fast as you came in, not giving him a chance to respond to that.

–

“Never said I didn’t like it though,” he says and you fully believe him with the way he was smirking down at you.

You didn’t even realize he had you cornered until now, you were too busy trying to block out his little recap. Before you could even muster up a response to that, you hear the soft ding of the elevator, signifying that your 2 minutes in hell have officially come to an end.

He doesn’t miss the way your shoulders relax when the doors begin to open. It gives him the same sense of satisfaction he felt when he finally got you to come into his office that day.

“Enjoy your weekend,” he flatly says as he turns around to leave the elevator first. It never fails to surprise you how fast he’s able to change his demeanor, going back to sounding like a somewhat normal person, like he does in meetings. “Oh– and wear that outfit again, will you?” He adds, not even bothering to look over his shoulder as he says it, because it wasn’t an actual question on his end.

“Psycho,” you quietly mutter to yourself, watching the man walk off without a care in the world.

—

Thankfully you actually were going to enjoy this weekend, at least you hope. It’s Saturday night and you have a date, your first one in over six months actually.

Nervous? Kind of. Not because of the guy you were meeting, it was more of the fact that you just felt rusty at this point.

You go through a mental list of things you can talk about with him while you look through your closet, trying to find the right dress to wear.

The restaurant you were meeting him at was more upscale than you would’ve preferred to go to on for a first date, but he insisted. He seemed to have that kind of money anyways, working in banking.

The final decision for tonight's attire was a simple black dress that reached just the bottom of your knees, with a square neckline and halter strap. The dress was already tight enough as is, so you figured the length of it would even the whole thing out. You paired it with a pair of kitten heels and a leather purse.

You were satisfied with the choice, not too showy but also not too casual.

Dinner was.. fine.

It was nowhere near as awkward as you thought it would be, Koji couldn’t seem to stop talking about himself or how much money he made. Listening to him talk about stocks and the vacations he goes on was boring– but you’d take boring over awkward, at least then you could pretend to be interested in the things he talked about.

You were good at that.

You were looking for a waiter after your second glass of wine, wanting to request a third one when you unfortunately made eye contact with the last fucking person you wanted to see tonight.

He had just walked in, wearing a simple white button up and dark gray slacks— just so conveniently looking up from his phone the moment your eyes scanned that section of the restaurant.

You could tell he noticed you too when a shit eating smirk formed across his face… and he was walking over.

Fuck.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, you hear him call your name in the fakest voice you’ve ever heard, he sounds more innocent than his twin brother right now.

Koji looked over to him and that’s when you decided to begrudgingly look at him as well, forcing yourself to act just as surprised to see him.

Sukuna really liked that– the way you perked up and went, “Oh hi! What are you doing here?”

There’s a reason why his father hasn’t fired you and that was one of them, very entertaining to watch in real time he must admit.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he says as he stops at your table, completely ignoring Koji.

“Oh you know– just on a date,” you say. “What about you?”

“Meeting up with some friends,” he says and see’s the way your eyebrow slightly raises. For some reason, you can’t exactly see him having any friends. “Finally going out and having some fun, huh?” He adds, immediately taking the opportunity to say something with a snarky undertone.

“Absolutely,” you think to grab your wine glass to take a sip but you remember you still haven't gotten it filled. “You know how stressful work can get.”

“I know it all too well,” he chuckles, silently taking credit for being the root of that problem.

“So.. how do you two know each other?” Your date pathetically cuts in after watching you two stare at each for a good amount of time.

Sukuna turns his attention back on him while placing a firm hand on your shoulder, “She works for the company my family runs, if she hasn’t told you that already.” He casually says. “She’s a very valuable asset to the company, actually.” He adds, affectionately rubbing his thumb over your skin as he says it.

“That’s.. cool,” Koji tentatively says, you can tell he was intimidated by Sukuna. “What company?”

“The financial firm up on 4th avenue,” he responds. He is still rubbing his thumb over you and you're just glad your date is clueless to the whole thing while he attempts to talk to the man.

“Wait— Itadori & Co.?!” He nearly jumps out of his seat at the realization, and he’s fanboying because he was a finance guy himself.

Sukuna chuckles and hums at that in response, in the exact way you’d imagine a privileged asshole would— you can see that it did something to his already inflated ego.

“You didn’t tell me you worked for that firm. That’s one of biggest firms in the country!” He finally turns his attention back to you and Sukuna coolly takes his hand off you and puts both his hands back in his pocket.

“Yeah,” you smiled at the idiot who has not asked one question about you since you sat down. “Sorry, must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Well I’ll let you two enjoy the rest of your evening.” He looks down at you and offers you a smile that’s slightly less sinister than all the other times, “god knows you deserve it.”

“Thank you Itadori-san,” you return the fake pleasantries. It brings him down a peg, but he does a great job at hiding it by patting your back.

The rest of your date continues the same way it started– uninteresting. Except this time he actually asked you about yourself, but it was about your job, followed by non-stop questions about the company and family.

Wasuke was so lucky to have you as an assistant. Anyone else would’ve let certain sensitive information slip, but you talked the family up as if they were saints– which was truly hard given how dysfunctional they were.

Jin was currently in a nasty child support battle and the mother doesn’t even want his son more than half the time. Wasuke has anger issues and wakes up each day praying someone other than Sukuna fucks with him. And just two weeks ago, Sukuna got caught doing lines in the conference room by one of the investors that decided to show up to a meeting early.

Their PR team deserves a trophy.

And so do you– it was tiring dodging certain subjects, this guy was so nosy. The moment you made eye contact with one of the waitresses, you gave her 'help me’ eyes. Working in the restaurant industry, she knew exactly what that meant and came to your rescue immediately.

“How are we doing over here?” The sweet girl asked.

“Good! Thank you for asking,” You respond.

“Was there anything else I could get for you two?”

“I think we’re just about finished,” you look at your date and smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, so painfully unaware of what was going on. “I think we’re ready to go. Could we get two separate bills?” He asks and you hope he doesn’t think you’re going to fuck him after this.

Not that you were already planning on doing so in the first place.

“Oh a gentleman already paid earlier, he says in courtesy of the company.” She looks mesmerized from a flashback as she says it. That gentleman certainly knew how to act like one when he wanted to.

It took you a moment to let down your date as kindly as you could, doing your best to convince him that the wine ended up giving you a headache and that you just wanted to go home. Like a typical loser, he tried to convince you that he could nurse you back to health, reminding you once more that you’d choose the bear.

But he finally gave up when you lied about having a roommate who would’ve felt uncomfortable with that. He’d never know anyways since he barely asked anything about you tonight.

The first thing you did when you got home was take your heels off, no matter how much you wear them, you don’t think you’d ever get used to them. They always hurt so, so much.

The decent amount you drank tonight seemed to have taken some of the edge off though– it also gave you the sliver of courage you needed to whip out your phone and text a certain individual.

| (You): Thank you for covering the bill tonight.

| (Unknown Number): Oof. That’s all I had to do to get a text back??

| (You): Stop 🙄 you didn’t have to you know..

| (You): I can pay you back if you want?

| (Unknown Number): Never ask me that shit again.

You end up giggling at how out of all things he could’ve been serious about, it was that. You liked his message and left the conversation at that, figuring you’d done your part by thanking him, and went ahead to wash your makeup off.

As you’re finishing with the last steps of your skincare routine, you hear your phone begin to ring from your dresser. It can’t be Koji, you blocked his number the moment you shut the door to your uber.

You stare at the unknown caller ID for what seems like forever, but at the last ring your body takes over your own mind and slides the button to right.

“Hello?”

“How was your date?”

a/n: wonder what kuna has hidden up his sleeve?

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defiance | king!sukuna x concubine!reader master list

chapter twenty: sumire

word count: 5.7k

a/n: tw!! mentions of death, grief, and postpartum depression. also, the name sumire means violet flower ❤️

“Have you made your final decision?” Yamato asks, after his rather long and difficult conversation with Mariko.

“I have. I’d like to continue staying here. I’ve found meaningful work in being an advisor, something not a lot of retired concubines get to do. I think moving on to working as your official advisor would be a step in the right direction, if that’s alright with you.” She says, playing with her empty cup that was once filled with sake.

“Of course it’s alright with me, you’ve done a wonderful job advising the king these past 2 years.” The shogun reminisced. “And what about Uraume, have you spoken to them?”

“Uraume will move on to become a spy for the region, seems like that’s their true calling.” She lightly smiled. Uraume’s been doing their best to keep a brave face, but you could tell they’ve found themselves to be a little lost as well during these uncertain times.

It’s been a long day for these two, going over Sukuna’s will and trying to find the best way to move forward, although there truly wasn’t. The mystery around his disappearance will live on in their minds for the rest of their lives, there most likely wouldn’t be a point where they’d find themselves “moving on”. The man would’ve never guessed how much he was loved, even if it were just by a handful of people– even Yuna’s aura darkened at the mention of him.

Along with trying to accept the new normal, they found difficulty in what exactly the “right” steps were. There was specific wording in the will and it was nearly impossible to go around it. You and the baby were supposed to leave the country with all the money he left behind, but that was only if he died and they lost the war.

But they won. He must’ve been so stressed while writing out the damn thing that he didn’t even think of that as a possibility, so now you were to stay. Mariko and Yamato knew this wasn’t what the king wanted, but they couldn’t go against it now, trying to bend the will would just cause a rift between the districts once the other shoguns finally get the chance to read it.

And what exactly was the new normal? All of the shoguns would assume power equally until the heir reached the age of 18 to continue the line of succession, regardless of the gender– effective immediately once his death was officially announced.

“So we’re really going to do it, huh?” She asks, still in disbelief over everything that’s happened in less than a span of 6 months.

“We have to,” you can tell it pains him to say it. “The districts are getting impatient, we need to reestablish order before someone decides to rebel or something. We just barely got out of this mess. At least with this, he’s seen as some sort of hero.” Yamato slightly cringes as he says that sentence, Sukuna would probably come back to haunt him in his dreams for that.

“Alright. Go ahead and let the other shoguns know, we’ll set up a meeting at the throne room as soon as possible.”

“By the way,” he stops her right before she walks away. “Have you spoken to the girl yet? About any of this?”

“Yeah, kind of. Just the parts where we’d be making his death official.. not the other parts.”

“I suggest you see to it then.. we all feel sorry for her, but she won’t get any better if you keep ignoring the subject.” He reminded her, for what seems to be the -nth time.

“I know. I’ll think of what to say to her soon,” she says apprehensively.

—-

Mariko knocked on your door before walking into your bedroom. She stopped asking if she could come in a while ago, you never really answered anyways. There you were resting on the bed, like you always did. This time Sumi was with you, playing with one of her dad’s old pendants– you were watching her carefully so she wouldn’t hurt herself, yet you wouldn’t have let her play with it if it were that hazardous.

At least you were starting to spend more time with her again, the old concubine thought to herself.

“Sukuna’s father apparently gifted him that for his 13th birthday,” she says as she sat on the bed, beside you and Sumi. The baby’s attention was quickly turned to Mariko, her eyes lit up and legs started kicking at seeing who might as well have been her auntie.

“I know he’s a king, but I never realized how much jewelry and treasure he had.” You remark, rubbing on Sumi’s little belly.

“Too much of it,” she confirms. “But he never cared for that kind of stuff, as you can tell with the way he just throws them into a chest or a box.”

“I know. A lot of them were tangled together.” You say as you look at her. The expression on her face this time was unreadable. “You look.. conflicted.”

“Very conflicted,” she nods, avoiding your gaze and instead keeping it on Sumi.

“What’s wrong?”

“I know your place here might seem to have gone up in the air since announcing his death,” she nearly blurted out. “But I just want you to know, your place remains the same— even if you weren’t the queen consort, we all see you as such, you are the mother to his only heir. You don’t have to worry about anything, ever, for that matter.”

You just nod at her statement, mentally preparing for whatever she has to say next.

“With that being said,” Mariko continued. “I need something of you.”

“What is it?” You ask, almost hesitantly.

“I need you to get it together,” her eyes swelled as she forced herself to say it, being the first to address the estate's open secret wasn’t easy– the open secret being your very apparent postpartum depression, and how you spend nearly all of your time being locked away. But she was really the only one who had the guts to do it. “It hurts to watch you go on like this.”

“I know,” you solemnly agreed, allowing her to burst your bubble once more. You can’t avoid it forever, reality that is.

“How can I help you?” She reached out to squeeze your hand.

“I don’t know,” your voice cracked, wondering what could be done yourself. “Nobody’s holding me back, yet I feel so stuck,” you sharply inhaled at the fact, realizing it was the first you’ve ever said it out loud. “I didn’t even feel this lost when I first ran away to come here. I don’t know what to do with myself. I thought that if he never came back, I’d go overseas. But I distracted him when he was working on that stupid fucking will and now I’m stuck in a place where I’m constantly reminded of his absence.”

Mariko ran her thumb over your knuckles as you began to pour your heart out, the baby right next to you clueless to the crisis going on around her.

It was then when she found her own faults in this situation, she went straight to treating you like a mother, and only that, after you gave birth– something she despised when she was one herself.

You’ve been mourning over someone you loved this whole entire time, everyone including herself tiptoed around it. Had she held you in the moments you pretended to be strong in the face of others, maybe you wouldn’t have been so overthrown by your own grief.

Maybe then you would have been in a better headspace.

She knows you well enough at this point to know that this was the first man you’ve ever truly loved— overlooking his many flaws and holding on to his heart because you knew you could handle it with enough care.

And you did, better than anyone else could have, that’s why he gave it to you. Then it was ripped away from your hands.

Taken away to god knows where.

She just hopes he actually was resting in peace at this point, but she doubts it. He’d be rolling over in his unmarked grave if he ever saw you like this.

“What if I made a routine for you?” She suggested. “Would you follow it?”

“I’d do anything at this point to feel better,” you softly whimpered.

“Okay,” she softly said, holding back her own tears. “We’ll get you back together,” she rubbed your back as she promised, thankful you agreed to it without putting up much of a fight.

—

The plan was simple, Mariko didn’t want to create any more drastic changes in your lifestyle, so she started out with the small things.

No more eating in the room, all meals were to be in the dining area or sunroom.

You must get out of bed by 9:00 am. You didn’t have to do anything like tasks around then, it was just the simple act of getting out of such a dark space, especially since it was starting to get warm with spring being here.

Speaking of tasks, you were to go back to watering your plants in the green house. Mariko knew that would eventually lift your spirits since your pet bird had recently made a nest there, the eggs were supposed to hatch any day now.

And to sweeten the deal, you had one day in the week where you could lay in bed and eat snacks all day.

It was definitely doing something. But your mood wasn’t going to miraculously turn around overnight, Mariko knew that and constantly reminded you, so you wouldn’t continue to beat yourself up.

In between your bad days, you had semi-good days– the days where you wouldn’t randomly start crying, begging Mariko and your attendants to just leave you alone. They all were patient with you though, knowing it was going to take time.

Today was one of your designated bed-rotting days and you made sure to get full use out of it, just like you always did. The mid-day naps were usually the best part of it, except for today since your brain decided to betray you by making you have another dream about Sukuna.

It’s always the same one– it starts off with you shopping in a busy market when you suddenly spot him, and then for the rest of the dream you’re calling and running after him, yet he can’t hear you. Always unreachable, he never once meets your gaze. When you finally wake up from it, you’re panting and covered in your own sweat, all while the sinking feeling of longing and dread overtake you.

You gave yourself a moment to recollect yourself after waking up, allowing your breathing and racing heart to calm down. You slowly got up from bed and wondered if your sudden panting woke up Sumi, who fell asleep right before you did.

Your stomach drops and you forget to breathe as you walk up to her crib. You had asked the girls not to take her from the room anymore since you’ve been trying to spend more time with her, so there should be no reason as to why she’s not in there right now. Your body nearly slammed against your door as you burst through it, you haven’t had this much anxiety in a while so you don’t even know where to start.

“Hayami?” You called out, the worry in your voice extremely apparent. “Where’s the baby?” Your second question was a little more frantic, the lump in your throat changing your tone.

“How kind of you to finally join us,” an all too familiar voice answered after you asked. “We’re over here.”

You followed the direction where the voice came from, figuring it was just Yamato stopping by to see the baby, he always made sure to do so whenever visiting Yuna, which has been pretty frequent lately. Seeing Sumi always made his day a little better, her pink hair reminding him of her father.

He always saw the late king as a son, despite Sukuna constantly rejecting that idea. But you’re sure he appreciated it deep down, given how Sukuna was always more considerate towards the old shogun compared to most people.

“When did you get the baby?” You asked right before turning the corner to the sunroom, nearly squinting from how bright it was.

“A while ago actually.”

Dryness crept up your throat as you stood at the archway, the sight of the late king holding his daughter was right before your eyes. The pieces quickly came together, the realization of what had happened wasn’t as difficult to digest as you thought it would be.

They say you felt everlasting peace after death, but witnessing the life you have been stripped of made you realize how insulting that saying was.

The three of you deserved to have this in life, not after.

But it’s not like you could go back, all anyone could do when their time ran out was accept it.

You don’t even know what took you out, but there have been cases where people’s hearts have stopped beating from just grief alone. At least you went out peacefully, it makes up for the 5 months of agony you went through.

“She looks like me,” he softly marveled, quite pleased with the fact. “Told you not to get so mad at me so much.”

“She really does,” you said, trying to force a smile on your face.

It’s what your daughter deserved at the very least, yet even in death you couldn’t do that. Now that you think about it, she really hasn’t really seen you smile that much and you wish the only regret you had in life wasn’t so painful.

But maybe this was for the best, she deserved so much more than what you had to offer her. The only thing that made you feel better about it all was that you both died before she could even remember you two.

All you could do now is hope that she ends up in the hands of a happy family, something you couldn’t have ever given her, even though you so desperately wanted to.

But that’s all it was— hope.

It never actually got you anywhere.

You hoped Sukuna would come home and he didn’t. You hoped you could get out of your rut but you never did.

You had hopes all throughout your life, yet nothing came out of them.

The only thing that was certain was that you had no say in what happens during life or after.

So you could hope for the best for Sumi, but it’ll never be up to you, or even her for that matter.

Just like the course of your life or the course of Sukuna’s, even with all the power he had, it didn’t shield him from dying too soon.

—-

The soft sounds of leaves bustled throughout the dewy meadow, along with faint chirps and flutters from all the little bird's wings– flying back and forth between the trees. Streaks of sunlight pierced through the thick canopies, one shining a little too bring on the man's left eye, ultimately waking him up.

It felt impossible to move, for once in his life he experienced the type of physical pain that just forced him to lay there and grumble to himself.

“You’re awake,” he heard a woman's voice from above.

Forcing himself to do something, he rubbed his eyes and tried to focus his vision– it didn’t take him too long to realize his head was resting on her lap.

“Who are you?” He rasped out– it even hurt to talk right now.

The woman let out a soft laugh as the king looked at her with squinted eyes, even when he was at his weakest he still held on tightly to his harsh nature.

The woman’s face slowly warped to that of an old one, the same one that he had banned from his shrine almost 2 years ago.

“Shinigami?” He asked, not even phased by the supernatural aspect of the woman.

“Not quite,” she said, her voice now faintly croak. “Just one of the very many deities that watch over this land and the people in it.”

“Am I dead?” He asked, sounding like he’d be somewhat accepting of it if it were true.

“Not at all,” the old woman assured him, brushing his hair back and out of his face. “You’re very much alive.”

“Did you save me?”

“I didn’t need to. You would’ve woken up.. eventually. I just made it happen faster.” She reveals.

“How long was I out for?”

“A little over 4 months.”

“Fuck,” he sighs to himself. “What even happened?”

“Well, you depleted all of your energy stores— physical and cursed. Then there was the cursed bath, which made you closer to something like me than an actual human, which exhausted your body even more. Then there was the binding vow I doubt you remember making, you broke it,” the deity found herself rambling on about how much he fucked himself up. “Let’s just say your spirit found itself in the space in between life and death and you refused to cross it and refused to give anything in exchange for breaking your vow.”

“And nobody tried to look for me?” His tone was now becoming argumentative.

“Thousands have looked for you. Again, you were in a place between life and death. Being closer to a curse made all of you go there.” She reminded him.

“Did I at least win?”

The deity chuckled to herself, transforming back to the appearance of a middle aged woman— regal looking, with all of the jade and gold jewelry that adorned her.

“Yes,” she nodded. “You saved more people than you’d ever know that day. The boy is back with his father again as well.” She added, referring to Toji.

“What about my family?” He stubbornly asked, not really caring about the others that may or may not have been affected.

“They’re okay.” She says, but he can tell there’s a catch to that. “Your child is healthy. Her mother misses you– dearly. I’ve been watching over her, you could feel that poor girl's pain from a mile away.”

She felt his shoulders and neck slightly relax in her lap after hearing that, it was the first thing he thought about upon waking up.

“She probably thinks I made her a single mother.” He mumbles, just wondering about what state you could possibly be in right now filled him with dread.

The deity doesn’t really know what to say to that, she watched over him long enough to know he’d probably have a stroke if she gave him any more details.

“Wait— you said her?”

“Yes, she gave birth to a—“

The ever so arrogant king cuts her off with a groan before she could finish that sentence, “Fucking god— my life is over.”

“It is not,” she scolded the man who should not be worried about that right now, given the fact that the world actually thinks he’s dead right now.

“I yelled at you and banned you from my shrine, why are you being so nice to me?”

“You’re someone who’s had to force others to be kind to you, you deserve to be treated with some sincerity,” she answered softly.

“Even after everything I’ve done?” He asked, as skeptical as ever.

“Even after everything you’ve done,” she promised. “A person doesn’t just expel purity from their soul for no reason. Even after all the times you’ve submerged your soul in pure evil, the benevolence deep within has yet to be pierced.”

“.. I don’t know what to say to that,” he says in all honesty.

“You don’t have to say anything at all.” She smiled at the man she watched over his whole life. “Perhaps maybe leave an offering on your parents grave. From the moment you were born they knew there’d be a certain amount of hardship to your existence. They prayed and made offerings to me frequently. Maybe that’s why I’m so sympathetic for a grump like you, I watched you grow up. You’re like my child, it’s why I continued to watch over you even after their offerings and prayers stopped.” The deity hummed, continuing to card her fingers through his hair in a maternal fashion. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fully protect you from peoples judgment and hatred as a child. I hope the woman I chose for you makes up for that.”

“Thank you,” he closed his eyes as they began to sting– the woman gently wiped the tear drop that ran down his cheek shortly after. “She’s perfect.”

“Would you like to see her?”

“Yeah,” he nearly whispered, clearing his throat right after, trying to get the lump out.

She instructed him to keep his eyes closed as she placed her hand over his forehead. Visions of your shared chambers came to life in his head. Even though he was grateful to see you so soon, it still broke his heart seeing the state you were in– curled up in bed asleep, holding on tightly to one of his robes. Even with your eyes closed he could see the red stains around your eyes from crying.

He won’t even bother asking what happened to you, it’ll just make him feel worse.

The next vision brought him more joy of course, since it was of his daughter who was currently being cared for by your ladies in waiting. Hayami was holding her at the edge of the koi pond while she splashed the water with her little hands.

The first thought that came to his head was how chubby her cheeks and thighs were, making him immediately burst out laughing.

“Your life’s not so over now, is it?” She nearly taunted him.

“Of course it’s not,” he says, brushing off his unnecessary theatrics from earlier. “A plump little thing,” he began to snicker to himself, the deity began to smile at his words.

“A plump one indeed,” she says, nearly laughing at herself. “Are you ready to go back home?”

“Yes,” he said with a smile still plastered on his face. He’s been ready to go home the moment he left you at the estate.

An illuminated symbol formed under them as she began to cite an incantation, all to save him the walk back, he was sore enough.

“Will I ever see you again?” He raised his voice to cut through the overpowering noise of the wind.

“Only in death will you ever see me again, Ryomen Sukuna.” She said, her voice raised as well to be heard over the earth that began rumbling underneath them. “Many, many years from now.” She rest assured him.

Your attendants nearly screamed at the sight of him just randomly appearing in the main area of your chambers, but quickly realized it was actually him and not some sort of ghost when he told them to shut up in both a quiet yet aggressive manner.

“Go take the rest of the day off,” he quietly scolded them for nearly waking you up with their dramatics.

Being home felt so surreal to him. Nothing about the layout has changed, but the air seemed so cold despite it already being spring. He had thought about waking you up when he first walked into your shared room, but thought it would be best to just let you wake up on your own.

He did take it upon himself to grab the little baby in the crib– who was already awake and silently kicking her feet around, clearly content playing by herself. She instantly began babbling little incoherent phrases, she was a talkative one and he quickly caught on to that– making him quickly leave the room because she would’ve eventually woken you up.

So little in his arms, yet so aware of her surroundings already. She stared at him for the majority of the time he spent with her, wondering why he felt and looked so familiar in that little head of hers.

On his way back, he knew the reunion was going to be an emotional one. He was glad no one else was around, because he didn’t expect to break out into a full blown sob once he finally sat down and got a good look at her.

One look at her was all it took for him— the experience of what it felt like to truly be chosen by someone was too overwhelming.

What he had with you was inevitable, but what he had with her was intentional.

To be lucky enough to even have one of those was rare, it truly did make up for the pain he experienced early on in life.

Had he not inflicted the same pain on to others, he may have felt a little more deserving of it.

But to sit there and question it all would’ve been an insult to the both of you, the deity that sent you to him, and his parents that prayed for the said deity to watch over him— so he’ll just accept his little family as gracefully as he can.

After an hour of sitting there and holding his child, he suddenly heard the doors of your chambers burst open, making him and the baby flinch. He clearly didn’t think this whole thing through, no mother enjoyed waking up to find her child missing, but there was no way your first reaction to seeing him again would be anger– you weren’t that bad.

“Your mothers finally awake,” he whispered to the girl, tickling the side of her neck with his finger. “How kind of you to finally join us,” he says after hearing you frantically ask over where the baby was. “We’re over here.”

“When did you get the baby?” You asked the moment you stepped into his view. He could tell you didn’t realize that it was him yet, you were also covering a part of your eyes from how bright it was compared to your room.

“A while ago actually,” he says, offering you a smile when your gaze finally met his. He wasn’t shocked or hurt by your initial reaction, you just stood there under the archway, looking back and forth between him and the baby.

“She looks like me.” He finally said after he noticed the color started to drain from your face. “Told you not to get so mad at me so much.”

“She really does,” you say. He knew you well enough at that point to know you were faking the enthusiasm in your voice. He could also tell it almost pained you to smile back at him.

“What are you doing?” He slightly grimaced as he watched you pinch the ever living fuck out of your arm, he wasn’t sure if he should’ve been confused or concerned at this point.

The confirmation that this was all real made you want to take a deep breath of relief, yet the sight of him rendered you unable to do so. For 5 months, you had forced yourself to believe he’d come back, but seeing him made you realize you only did that for comfort.

The thought of laying your eyes on him again seemed so out of reach, out of your grasp.

Even as you finally do so now, he was still so far away.

“I thought I was dreaming or something,” you mumbled. In all honesty, you thought you had died too. You began to rub the self inflicted welt on your arm, sort of glad to have a random action to do. You weren’t so sure what to do with yourself in his presence.

Your savior, your tormentor, your lover— most importantly, Sumi’s father.

For a second you thought you had been reunited with him in hell, but this was real and so was he, he probably already heard about what kind of mother you turned out to be with him out of the picture.

“Sweetheart,” he gently called out, hoping it would stop you from internally spiraling.

He had already had a clue of what your emotional state was like and figured you would’ve been more in shock than anything— which was pretty clear from the way you seemed almost afraid to be around him.

He wanted nothing more than to smother you with everything he had in him, but after seeing how you literally thought you were dreaming, he’s convinced you might actually faint or worse from the abrupt change.

So he’ll hold back on his urges, needing you to hold on to whatever sanity you had for now.

“Dovey,” he gently called out to you again, finally pulling you out of your head.

“Hm?” Your eyes began to sting as you watched the two of them.

“Have you given her an official name?” He asked in a hushed tone, rocking the girl in his arms.

“No, I just—” you force the words out, looking down at the ground. “Giving her an official name would’ve made it all too real.”

“Your attendants told me that you all call her Sumi?”

“Yeah.. musume was too long,” you admit rather shamefully, holding your breath.

You were expecting him to scold you or something over it, but he never did. All he did was smile and look back at his nameless child. Taking the word ‘daughter’ and shortening it was amusing to him, very typical of you.

You beat yourself up over everything you couldn’t bring yourself to do since she was born, your attendants gave him a brief rundown on everything before leaving.

But, you clearly tried, it was enough for him. He was sure it was enough for Sumi too– his chubby little daughter looks like she’s never had her stomach growl once in her life, ever.

Being that she was exclusively breastfeed— you clearly loved her with the way you made up for the areas you couldn’t give enough in.

“How about Sumire?” he asked as he continued to look at her admiration, fast asleep from hearing her mothers voice. “Sumire— that way we can all keep calling her Sumi.”

“I thought you hated flowers,” you say, because it was second nature to question the things that the king did, despite the fact that he had literally just come back from the dead.

Looking at how in awe he was of her moved you, the fact that he was back started to slowly settle.

He was okay with the fact that you couldn’t find the will to do anything other than lay in bed right now. It was his turn now to pull you out of the dark, the way you unknowingly did with him at one point.

He was going to give you the reality you were sure you had been stripped of— and the first step was to actually name her.

“I like this flower,” he said, cradling his baby girl, supporting her head in his hand that was a lot larger. “I wonder which side she got her eye color from.”

“Sumire,” you softly repeated the name to yourself. “I like that.”

“Has she always been this easy?” He asked, extremely impressed by how she didn’t fuss once since he’s been with her.

“Yeah, isn't she sweet?” A lump formed in your throat as you asked, the guilt of knowing you should’ve spent more time with her washed over you— especially when she never gave you a reason to need so many breaks from her.

It wasn’t fair.

“The sweetest,” he said before giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Just like her mama.” He felt the need to add that last part, you looked like you needed the reminder.

Your eyes followed him as he got up from the seat and walked past you to put her back in her crib. He was a natural with her, she didn’t move or flinch at all while he set her down in the crib to finish the rest of her nap on her own.

The sight of them tugged on your heart strings, followed by a final snap after seeing the hurt in his eyes after you took a step back from him when he got too close to you— you didn’t even realize it.

“Im sorry,” your voice finally broke, covering your face as tears started to well in your eyes.

There was a slight frown on his face as he grabbed the back of your head and pushed you into his chest. He’s never seen you look this defeated, ever— red stains on the corners of your eyes, visible veins scattered in the whites of them, the look of someone who could sleep for eternity and still be exhausted.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, sushing you as you began to silently weep into his chest. “I shouldn’t have been gone as long as I was, at all.”

You attempted to say something, but it came out in broken whimpers and light heaving, all while he rubbed your back, trying his best to soothe you. It felt like your body was finally releasing all of the worries and tension it’s held on to since the day it was announced that he had officially gone missing.

He held you a little tighter as he felt his own guilt starting to sink in, kissing the top of your head and continuing to try to console you.

“Don’t ever be sorry, I'm the one who left you all alone,” he says as he strokes your hair.

It was a strange feeling, in his head he was only gone for a few days but his body and soul naturally knew how long it’s actually been.

Too long– even as he held you in his arms, there was still a deep yearning for you that gnawed away at him.

For the rest of the day it was just the three of you. You two avoided talking about what had actually happened to him, for now. You just wanted him to enjoy actually being back home and he wanted to focus on the two girls in his life.

It was never going to be enough to make up for all the lost time, but it was a start.

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defiance | king!sukuna x concubine!reader master list

chapter eighteen: i can clean impurity

genre: female reader, heian era au but incredibly historically inaccurate, 18+, grumpy x sunshine, fluff, smut, so much crack, angst, mutual pining, might be seen as dubcon but she wants him lol, pregnancy, no he wont have two sets of arms, and no he wont have two dicks, srry srry srry

fic warnings: profanity, explicit smut, ooc, mentions of grooming, graphic depictions of violence, suicide (and talks of), more will be added as story progresses

word count: 5.3k

notes: hmm no

It’s been over a month, and nobody knows what's going on.

And luckily, Uraume was tasked to stay back to watch over the estate (you) and keep the order. But even with their usual composed demeanor, they’re starting to get a little nervous as well.

The barriers are still up, which means Sukuna’s still alive, but the fact that no one has even sent something as simple as a messenger bird is unnerving, and it’s getting harder and harder each day to reassure everyone that everything is fine, because even they themselves are starting to question that.

You’ve been surprisingly calm about everything and Uraume can only be grateful because they swear they’d blow a fucking gasket if they had to deal with your tears and breakdowns on top of Kaori’s, who’s been having one almost daily.

And each time it fucking happens, they have to somehow find a way to calm her down because if word gets out that she’s freaking out, others will start freaking out along with her– hive mind is all too real and the last thing that needs to happen around here is mass panic.

They’ve considered asking Mariko to somehow watch over her, but doubts she’d have the patience for the overly dramatic concubine, which says a lot since she’s considered to be the most patient person here.

Truth be told, she’ll probably end up wringing her neck or something, she’s done it before with Yumi. They doubt she’d get in trouble for it, but it’s better to just avoid it and let Sukuna come home to a somewhat peaceful environment.

Mariko would also probably reject the request anyways with all of her attention being on you– voluntarily at that.

She’s been with you daily and you honestly have her to thank for how still you’ve been, for lack of better terms, which was always an uphill battle throughout your pregnancy.

The morning sickness, fatigue, headaches, cravings– this kid never gave you a fucking break and just got worse towards the end with how you could literally feel them trying to do cartwheels.

And you're sure they get it from their father, who was Sukuna— someone who just makes things work in his favor, because anything other than his way just doesn’t resonate with him.

Just like your daughter, who apparently couldn’t wait out a full term and decided to make her way into this world almost two months early, making you give birth to her less than a week after her father set off to go slaughter some magical behemoth.

Why she wanted to come at quite possibly the most hectic time, you don’t know— but you’re going to take a wild guess and say she got it from her father.

Just like her pink hair.

She didn’t get all of her fathers markings though, which you didn’t realize were markings until recently, which came as a shock because you had spent the past year tracing over them with your fingers.

She did get 2 black bands around her left wrist, along with his forehead crest, but it was on the back of her neck.

While her early birth was unexpected, you were actually very grateful. She weighed more than your average newborn and you figured she was just making life a little easier on you. It’s been a month since you gave birth to her, you thought everything would change but life was somewhat easier. Maybe it was from all the help you were getting, Mariko’s also constantly around for moral support, but it’s mostly from the fact that your daughter just wasn’t a fussy baby— at all. She hardly cries in the middle of the night, when she does they’re more like little whines, letting you know she was hungry.

She’s a happy baby too. More often than not, she’ll have a little smile on her face when she sleeps, it always makes you think about what she was dreaming of.

And that she should share some of those dreams, you’d love nothing more than to sleep as well as her right now.

You could only hope that your nights of true rest are right around the corner.

As much as you tried not to worry about Sukuna, you did, more than you thought you would. The stress from that was a hundred times worse than the amount of stress your baby girl puts you through, which is essentially little to none.

But you had to push aside the thoughts of him because you’d probably just start spiraling if you thought about it too much. Putting on a brave face was important right now.

You had a hard time wrapping your mind around her having a reincarnated soul, but you immediately understood it after a week of having her.

She just knows what to do, whether that be her little whine for milk or staying put in the crib because she knew you would eventually come get her after realizing she was awake.

It was definitely.. unique, if that’s even the right word for it. You don’t want to use the word strange though, because you would take this over anything.

It was different.

Your only concern really is that because she doesn’t cry, you never know if she’s hurting or not. It’s too soon for her teeth to grow, so that’s not an issue for now, but you always wonder if her tummy hurts or something.

And like promised, you haven’t given her an official name yet, but you all call her Sumi.

Or Baby Sumi.

Sometimes Mimi.

And there’s Yuna, who does the cutest little voice and goes “baaabysuuuu”.

You’d think that she wouldn’t be into babies given her hectic nature, but she adores the girl.

Almost always she tags along with Mariko whenever she comes.

You’d say the only thing that truly bothered you at the moment was just the fact that everyone knew you had given birth already, you wanted to try to keep that a secret for as long as possible. With how big and secluded your chambers were, it was definitely possible. Unfortunately a servant just so conveniently walked past them during your labor, which was just as excruciatingly painful as it was fast, looking back it was like she shot out of you like a fucking lightening bolt. Word spread fast and by the next morning the entire estate knew.

It’s not like it changed much though, you weren’t planning on going outside of your chambers with her anytime soon, at least not until Sukuna gets back. You wanted him to see her before anyone else got the chance to.

Who knows when that’ll be, given how the outside world has been completely silent since they left.

“You have a present!” You hear Hayami yell from a distance. “Where are you?”

“Koi pond!” You tried your best not to yell too loud since you were holding Sumi, craning your neck back and as far you could so you wouldn’t burst your daughters eardrums. You were glad Sukuna had the pond built, you weren’t that bored during your little hiding, but sitting next to it and watching the koi fish made time go by a little faster.

“There you are,” Hayami coos, obviously not talking to you. “Let’s switch,” she says, referring to the bouquet of flowers in her hands with a note attached to them.

You gently placed the baby in her arms before reaching for the flowers she placed next to you on the bench. The arrangement was gorgeous, consisting mainly of white flowers with a couple pops of green. You opened the note, that had very delicate handwriting might you add, and a smile slowly crept its way on your face.

“The little one must’ve been eager to meet you with how soon they got here. I’ve been meaning to send these but, I haven’t been sure what to say during these uncertain times. I just wanted to say congratulations, may the heir bring you a lifetime of immense joy and fond memories. Ayame.” You read out loud and you hear Hayami lightly sniffle before you even get the chance to take your eyes off the note.

“What a sweet note,” your childhood friend nearly whimpers. “She is a little bundle of immense joy.”

You giggle at how dramatic she’s become within these last couple months. But it’s sweet, getting to grow up with her and now seeing her with your daughter was something you always thought of when you were younger. “I think that’s the most she’s ever said to me actually,” You recount. “But yeah, it was sweet. Should I write her back a thank you note?”

“Yeah! I can help you write it.”

“We can probably do it once she’s asleep,” you say, glancing at Sumi who now has the look of someone that’s only awake for the sake of staying awake. She may be calm now but it’s little moments like this where you feel like she’ll grow up to be just as stubborn as her father. “Here– give her to me. She’ll probably fall asleep now if I feed her.”

—

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t k-know what to do– I just had to t-to tell you the moment I overheard it,” The servant stuttered, doing her best to force the words out while trying to catch her breath from the way she just burst in.

“What's wrong?” Ayame knelt down, rubbing the side of the young girl's arms. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Just promise you’ll believe me, I would never lie about such things,” the girl nearly begged, being extra cautious with her words since she didn’t know if she was as cruel as the king or not.

It didn’t take long until the concubine stormed out of her chambers in the night, her ladies in waiting following right after, just as furious as their lady. The walk wasn’t too long, and they quickly found themselves at Kaori’s door.

Of course she didn't knock, she wasn’t asking for permission to come in, which is why she kicked the door open and barged in. “Wake up!” She nearly roars through the girls chambers, the walls might as well have shook from it.

“Lady Ayame,” Kaori stumbles through the doorway, clearly trying to wake up. “What’s going on–” Right as she finished that sentence a sharp crack filled the room, the source of it being the girl's face after Ayame slammed into the nearest wall. “W-what.. what was THAT FOR?!” Kaori was quick to yell at her after feeling the blood dripping down from his nose– worried about her face and what it might look like tomorrow.

“It was YOU!” Ayame began to scream back, overpowering the girl once again from just her voice alone. “Making my life a living HELL.”

“I’ve done no such thing!” She began to defend herself against the concubine, “I don’t know what you’re on or who you think you are, but you do NOT come into my space and talk to me like this!”

Ayame all but cackles at her words, “There she is.” She says tauntingly. “I knew you weren’t as innocent as you presented yourself to be. Look at your eyes! That’s the look of someone losing control,” she points at her. “I never ever said what you did, yet you’re already saying you haven’t done it.”

Kaori all but fixes the look on her face after being called out for that, “It doesn’t matter what you’re accusing me off,” she points back at her. “Accusations are a punishable offense, I will make sure the king has your HEAD for that!”

“Yeah?” Ayame says, taking a step forward, noticing how the girl tries not to flinch. She quickly grabbed her by the jaw, the other hand cradling the back of her head, pulling the girl close to here. “Where is the king?”

And to think that her harasser was the same timid girl that stood in front of her, struggling to even say anything because she was guilty, that servant had in fact confirmed it all– the dead birds, all the other dead animals that were found laying around the house, and the strange, cryptic notes. She even began to think that maybe something was haunting her, making her abandon trying to report the harassment that’s been going on for months.

“I will be telling him as soon as he gets here,” she says confidently despite nearly visibly shaking.

“He won’t make time for you, stupid girl,” she spat out. “For all you know he’d have your head for trying to take his time away from the heir.” She says, rubbing in the fact that the man has a bigger priority than you now. “And I know about what you tried to do to that child too.” She says, her grip on the back of her head tightening.

Kaori’s eyes grow wide at the mention of the heir, heart dropping from her chest– and rightfully so, this could not get out. “You’ve gone mad,” she says with a disgusted look on her face. “The king will never believe you. He’ll just think you’re trying to get rid of me.”

“You’re right about me being mad, but that happened long ago,” Ayame nearly promises her. “But he will believe me.”

“And how will you do that?” Kaori mocks her, her innocent mask breaking once again.

And Ayame notices it, completely ignoring the girl's question. “I just knew there was something off about you. To see that you’re still keeping up your lies and denying your crimes is quite the sight.” She takes a deep breath, “And the worst part is, what you’ve been doing to me barely even scratches the surface of all the treasons you’ve committed and you’re going to fucking repent to her for them.” Ayame begins to laugh and it’s quite possibly the scariest thing Kaori’s ever heard– understanding exactly why Sukuna’s kept her around for as long as she did. She didn’t even need to know who she was talking about either to know where this was heading.

The girl tried to pull away, showing some sort of resistance, yet Ayame was stronger than she looked, dragging the concubine across the estate, in the direction of where you were.

And Kaori tried to break loose, she really did. She even tried to scream for help but it was in the dead of night.

One of the biggest unspoken rules around the shrine was to ignore screams, especially if it was in the middle of the night. Ayame knew it, which is why she was taking full advantage of it. Not even Kaori’s ladies in waiting could even help her, knowing that her own were taking care of them for going along with Kaori’s plan.

She was screaming for help so loud that it eventually reached your ears. Though you would’ve heard it regardless, given the fact that you had already been awake, and the fact that the screams were headed right for your door.

You quickly got up to see what that was all about, though you were the only one awake right now, so you urged the girls to wake up and one of them went to hide with the baby just in case. You took a peak to see what was going on and at that moment you see Ayame deliver the most soul-dismantling slap across her face, making you slightly flinch even though you were far away from the woman. It had to hurt, Kaori went dead silent for a moment, because her brain had to process how that slap could be harder than getting her face slammed into a wall.

“What’s going on?!” You nearly ran outside, and Ayame doesn’t look like she’s letting the girl any time soon.

“Go on,” She starts to taunt Kaori, you make note that she has the same expression and tone Sukuna makes when he’s planning on killing somebody. “Tell her.”

“It was a baseless rumor!” Kaori pleaded. “I would never do such a thing!”

And Ayame wants to fucking laugh, she would do such a thing if she were willing to hunt and hang animals right infront of her window. “Let’s try to prove your innocence then,” she says as she turns her attention to you. “Did Kaori by any chance gift you some cakes and candy a couple months ago?”

“Yes..” you nervously say after taking a long pause, knowing exactly where this was going. “Nobody ate them though,” you say, giving Ayame an extra crumb to see what exactly she does with it.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t,” she said, gripping on to the girl's hair even harder because she lied. “They were filled with enough aconite to kill a child.” She nearly grits her teeth as she says it.

Kaori doesn’t even try to deny it or show an ounce of remorse, she’s shaking in anger as she’s trying to catch her breath. She won’t even look up at you or Ayame, her eyes are low to the ground– gripping the ground hard enough to where she feels like her nails could break off.

But she doesn’t feel it, she doesn’t feel anything right now.

Ayame nearly laughs, “So you have nothing to say for yourself?”

“No,” she responds– her usual sweet voice was now replaced by one that was flat, lifeless– the real her.

There was silence between the three of you, Ayame was pretty much done talking for the night, her job here was done. She suddenly threw Kaori to the ground, tired of holding her. It’s not like she was going to run away, someone would catch her.

“Why did you do it?” You finally asked, hoping to make some sense of this even though you probably weren’t.

Kaori nearly scoffs at that. “Why did I do it?” She mocks as she looks up at you, “Because that child would’ve done nothing but bring shame to the king! I was doing him a favor, you were trying to trap him– trying to taint his bloodline!” She yells, at the top of her lungs, and she means every word she just said from the bottom of her heart.

You end up just standing there in disbelief, unable to comprehend how someone with so much have so much fucking hatred in her heart.

And she doesn’t stop there. Her voice croaks as she continues to speak, “That child will never be a true heir with your filthy ways being passed down– The ignorant, filthy commoner you are! He would’ve realized that you both were his biggest mistake, and I was just helping him so he wouldn’t have to endure the shame! The shame of some worthless child, with an equally worthless mother!”

She continued to say even worse things about your child and you were just glad that you haven’t shown her to anyone and hid her. You were sure that if Kaori even knew as much as your child being a girl, she would’ve cursed her right then and there from how much darkness there was behind her words.

You didn’t even know what to do at that point, you weren’t even expecting this, especially from her. You found a part of yourself blocking out her words, even if she sounded fucking crazy it still hurt, her words stung.

It happened so fast, yet the scene unfolded so slowly, excruciatingly slow. The vile things that spewed out of the concubines mouth about the baby made something in Ayame snap. And it wasn’t the dead fucking birds or cryptic notes left around her chambers, it was her very own guilt and regrets that took over and began to eat away at her– wanting so badly to make it up to him.

Before you even begin to process the long steel blade being pulled out of her tailored silk robe, she already takes her first hack, because in that 1/5th of a second, she knew the world would be a better place with your child in it instead of her.

And your heart immediately sinks. Not for Kaori, you would’ve eventually killed her yourself.

Instead, it sunk for Ayame, who didn’t get a clean cut like she thought she’d get. The terror in her eyes after realizing she was going to have to finish the job— you just know a part of her will forever be broken because of this.

She hesitates on the second try, the screams that have now become gurgles made her own bile attempt to shoot up from her stomach, but she forced it back down because there really was no going back– all she knows at this point is that she never wants to hear that sound again.

And on the third, forces herself to just finish what she started.

The grueling noises stopped around the same time you heard a thump, the sound of cicadas began to fill the cold spring air once again.

You tried to avert your eyes from the severed head that was just a few feet away from you, all while Ayame just stands and stares at the lifeless body, suffocating from the oxygen around her.

For the first time in her life, she was now the bad guy— blood all over her hands, splattered all over her robe, chest, and face. You can tell the adrenaline’s starting to wear off and she’ll be spiraling in no time if she keeps staring at the body.

All you can think about is the freshly used katana that’s still in her hand, blood slowly trickling off of it. She probably thought that whatever honor she’s worked hard for was gone in a blink of an eye, all from a fit of rage that really could’ve been just a fleeting thought had she just been strong.

And she didn’t think she was, even after brutally murdering someone, she was not fucking strong— not in the slightest.

You saw the weakness in her eyes as she looked back and forth between the blade and corpse, trying her best to process what had just happened— what she had just done. But she couldn't, it was too much despite seeing enough death at the hands of Sukuna. This time it was her doing.

“Ayame,” you gently said her name, trying to get her attention away from the gory sight.

It helps, because she’s now looking at you. All she can think about is how her name beautifully dripped off your tongue. She thinks about how Sukuna would’ve still fallen in love with you even if he were blind. It was simple, you two made sense.

“Ayame,” you say her name again, your tone becomes more desperate because you need to get her away from the mess. “I need to bury the katana, it’s dirty” you let her know, trying to sound as casual as possible. In that moment you want nothing more than for her to hand it over to you. Hoping she doesn’t get all righteous on you now by trying to regain her honor like a pretentious noble would.

“Please,” you whispered one last plea as you took another step towards her. Wrapping your hands over the one that was gripping on to the handle, way too tightly. “Don’t do it for someone like her,” you tell her and it brings some life and blood back to her face, her grip loosening because you were right.

In some ways killing Kaori was more of an honor than what she almost thought about doing.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” her voice shook as she said her first words to you after the incident. You shook your head in disagreement, assuring her that she was okay– making her fully let go of the tainted katana.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” you rest assured her as you hand the katana to Hayami. “It would’ve happened sooner or later, no one can put on an act forever,” you reached out and held both of her hands.

“They’re going to prosecute me, the silk district,” she says and you’re not sure if she meant to say that thought out loud, it sounded more like she was telling herself that.

“Look at me—“ you slightly jerk her hands in order to reel her back to reality. “Nobody is going to do anything to you. I will have every single one of her family members head on a stick by the end of this week,” you promised her and she believed you.

“O-okay,” she feebly nodded, some of the weight on her chest beginning to lift.

“The bath is almost halfway filled,” Miya interjects from the doorway and you couldn’t be more thankful for the women you’ve chosen as your attendants for thinking as fast as they did. You turn your attention back to Ayame, who looks like she’s waiting for her next instruction because the last thing she’s capable of doing right now is taking care of herself.

“I want you to follow Miya, is it okay if she bathes you?” You ask and she just nods. “And then when you’re done, a purifying ritual will be performed on you, okay?” You let her know and she just nods again— too tired to speak at this point. She’s just thankful she’s in good hands right now, knowing how well your attendants have taken care of you the last several months.

Ayame fell asleep in your bed shortly after the purification ritual was done by Uraume. At first she tried to protest, but she was no match for Hayami’s persistence, assuring the nervous concubine that she can go back to her chambers tomorrow.

As for you, you went ahead and slept in the attendants quarters, at least you and Sumi wouldn’t have to be alone for the night. Sukuna complained about them having beds almost as big as yours and you’re sure he’d be taking his words back right about now if he were here.

Aside from that, you’re not really sure what else he would've done. Ayame was most certainly in the clear, if she wasn’t, you’d vouch for her in a heartbeat.

Kaori’s body is god knows where, you told Uraume to just do whatever with her and something tells you that their loyalty to the king was going to do something that would make her suffer beyond any pain this realm could offer.

As for the last standing concubines, Yuna and Mariko will be clueless until the morning when you inevitably break the news to them. You honestly don’t know how the sounds of tonight didn’t spread throughout the whole estate, but it was for the best. The incident could be dealt with in private, specifically between Mariko and Uraume who’ve been working together as Sukuna’s stand-in’s.

Your only request for the two was to not immediately tell him about what had happened once he got back— It’ll eventually come to light.

—

“Are you awake?” Mariko asked after gently knocking on the door and slowly opening the door to find Ayame struggling to wake up.

“Yeah– sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep in that long.” She says while rubbing the sleep off her eyes.

“You don’t have to get up yet, Aya.” She says, letting her know that you were completely fine with her sleeping in more. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”

“I’m fine,” her voice was low, thinking about the events of last night.

“I’m glad,” Mariko offers her that one loving smile that always has an effect on everyone, including her right now. “I know you might think otherwise, but you did the right thing last night.”

“I wouldn’t say so,” she mumbles. “Decapitation sounds pretty unnecessary.”

“A little,” Mariko says, sort of agreeing with her. “Look, she would’ve been executed anyway. You just got it out of the way– expediting it.” She added, trying to fight the right words while rubbing the side of her arm. Last night sounded brutal, so she could only imagine how the concubine might be feeling right now. “Would you like to meet the baby?”

The question caught Ayame by surprise, “I don’t– I don’t know if she’d want that,” she said, referring to you.

“If that were the case, you wouldn’t be sleeping in on her bed right now,” Mariko reminded her, nearly giggling at how shy she got from the question. “Come on– she mentioned wanting to show you the baby earlier this morning.” She added, offering her hand to the girl.

“If you insist,” she sighed, nearly giggling herself.

They both made their way out of the room and went towards the green room. You usually spend your mornings there eating breakfast with Sumi.

“You’re awake,” you say to Ayame’s arrival, offering her a smile while cradling the baby.

“I am,” she lightly nods and you think it’s completely unnecessary. She continues to walk a little closer after you encouraged her, letting her know that it was okay and the baby was awake. Her eyes slightly lit up the closer she got, noticing the fluffy pink hair that was all too familiar. “It’s a girl?”

“Yeah, he got a daughter,” you say almost menacingly, knowing nobles usually prioritize boys– and because you proved him wrong. “He asked me not to give her an official until he was back, so we're just calling her Sumi for now.”

Ayame looks at you in confusion, “Like musume?”

“Yeah.. that was too long though, so it’s just Sumi,” you admit, noticing how fucking lazy you sounded saying that. But whatever, the girl was well taken care of, a name doesn’t matter right now.

Ayame nearly bursts out laughing at that, because it was lazy. But it was also cute– not like you have a choice, you made a promise to Sukuna.

“Do you wanna hold her?” You ask.

“Oh– no I couldn’t. I’m just–” She stumbles over her words, downplaying her actions from last night.

You cut her off, “The person to tell me about my attempted poisoning the moment you found out? You sure are.” You remind her, getting up for your seat. “She’s nowhere near as mean as her father, promise.”

“Okay,” she accepts, taking the baby in her arms. She can’t help but smile looking at her, there was no doubt that she was Sukuna’s child, tracing the black rings that wrap around her wrist. “She’s precious. She has his hair but she also has your face,” She says, looking back and forth between the two of you.

“Really? She’s only a month old, I feel like it would be too soon to tell,” You nearly refute.

“Maybe for you since you see her every day, but I can tell– Ooh! Bless you,” her attention quickly turned back to the girl who sneezed, a very cute sneeze might she add. “The kings going to be so overjoyed when he comes back home to her.”

“I think he will too,” You say, reaching out to run your finger up and down Sumi’s chubby little cheeks. “He kept saying how he wanted the baby to look like him, I’m sure he’ll be very pleased to see she has his pink hair.”

“Of course that arrogant fuck wants his children to look like him,” She swears, making you and Mariko burst out laughing since you just had this conversation last week.

“It’s all he ever talked about,” you say, trying to gain your composure. “I’m just bracing myself for when he comes back and inevitably tells me ‘I told you not to get so mad at me’” you say, mocking the said arrogant fuck.

The rest of the day was spent just lounging around, Mariko had brought Yuna along to come hang out with the three of you. It was nice, all of you got along extremely well and it made you wish it happened sooner.

And not under such violent circumstances, but you could never be mad about it. Despite Ayame being distant the majority of the time you’ve known her, you knew she was a decent person since that day at the hot springs.

You’d always be grateful too, you would of course choose not to witness the brutality that had happened, but to know that someone aside from you and Sukuna would go to such lengths for your daughter meant the world to you.

a/n: lol how are we feeling?? I highlighted the warnings in red do NOT come for me

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not a drawing but i made a low quality version awhile back to satisfy my brain bc i cant draw

someone pls draw zayne with nanami's outfit and my life is yours,,, i just need to see something

#lnds x jjk

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defiance | king!sukuna x concubine!reader master list

chapter seventeen: beneath the lotus; a devils cleanse

fic warnings: profanity, explicit smut, ooc, mentions of grooming, graphic depictions of violence, suicide, more will be added as story progresses

word count: 4.9k

notes: good luck

Sukuna was eerily quiet following the news. Before, he tried to hide his emotions for the sake of your peace– not wanting to stress you out over the rising tension between the two regions, hoping they would eventually back down.

Now that his suspicions throughout the months and months worth of meetings were confirmed, he didn’t bother trying to hide emotions anymore.

It wasn’t even anger anymore, his outlook towards everything made him seem more depressed than anything.

Locking himself up in his office whenever he got the chance, giving others dead-end responses during the few times he did speak, he couldn’t even bring himself to directly look at you those first two days.

News about the confirmed invasion spread like a wildfire, causing tension all throughout the shrine. You’re sure it’s even worse in the cities and villages as people would usually start looting right about now– fear and desperation will always be a deadly mix when it comes to the masses.

When it comes to anyone, really. You just have to catch the wrong person at the worst time– they’d break easily, like a twig.

Every single shogun and high ranked general in the region had attended that meeting– all hearing about the eldritch horror that is Mahoraga, the final shikigami that a certain seven year old boy had the terrifying power of summoning. The fact that Toji, out of all people, easily admitted at how much of a threat that thing was made it all even more concerning– even he was weary for what was to come.

To hear about something as powerful as Sukuna, maybe even more, was shocking.

It was also shocking how well the general handled the news of his son being used as a pawn. Yet maybe his opinion on the matter and his loyalty to the region would’ve changed had they added killing the boy in their final plan of battle.

In the end, it was decided that Toji would deal with whatever family members of his decide to join the battle, given how he had an advantage over them with his heavenly restriction.

The rest of the soldiers would handle the non-sorcerers since they were more than capable of doing so. The only upper hand the western region truly has is a family full of sorcerers and the trump card sealed within the child. Their actual soldiers were average, at best, and would never compare Sukuna’s soldiers– all of which were trained to become killing machines from the moment they joined the army.

And Sukuna would strictly be dealing with the shikigami, his only goal would be to get it as far away from the boy as soon as possible and defeating it within a certain time frame.

They all went back to their districts that night to implement the first stage of that plan— gather as many men as possible for extra back up and begin to lock everything up.

Prepare to ration food supplies, close down businesses, and begin to board up your homes.

Prepare for the worst. Hope for the best.

The vibrant banners and lanterns throughout the estate that were meant for the festival were taken down, leaving the halls and courtyards more naked than ever.

Uraume had already gathered the servants and other workers, instructing them on how to best prepare the estate for a full blown lockdown. Nobody even knew if the western region was headed toward the shrine, but Sukuna had to take extra precautions after seeing how hell-bent the Zenin Clan was to try and attempt a takeover.

It hasn’t totally set in for you, given how un-fucking-believable it all was.

You honestly thought Sukuna was messing with you at first when he finally gave you all of the details over what had been revealed at the meeting.

“When do you have to leave?”

“No idea, we agreed on waiting for them to charge us. We don’t want them catching on to the fact that we know about their plans and the boy.”

“And they’re seriously making the boy fight in the front lines?”

“He won’t even be fighting, they’re making him sacrifice himself so that demonic pet of his gets loose and wreaks havoc on everyone.”

“Fuck..”

“Yeah– I forgot to tell you, it’s Toji’s kid too.”

“Is Toji still going to fight?”

“He said he was.”

“What if he switches sides?”

“He won’t, we have a plan.”

The sharp turn of events was unexpected, to say the least. There was a part of you that blocked it all out, hoping it would just.. blow over.

—

“Dovey?” Mariko had immediately called out to you after knocking on your door, quite aggressively at that. “Are you here?”

You’ll never forget the way her usual regal and collected demeanor cracked when you first spoke to her after hearing about the news, the future for all of you up in the air. But your respect for the woman had grown, despite thinking you couldn’t have anymore than you already did.

Immediately running to your chambers, her attendants frantically running after her because concubines couldn’t walk outside unattended.

Even though she wasn’t an active concubine, the rules still applied to her. Not that she cared, the only thing she was worried about at that point was you and how the news affected your health, emotional state and all.

And despite telling her that you were fine, she still began to check on you way more frequently– which was why you found yourself slightly dragging your feet to open the door. You love her company, but you were not in the mood to answer her usual questions at the moment.

You opened the door for her without saying anything, you didn’t need to since she let herself right in.

“Oh– what’s wrong? Are you okay?” She held the sides of your arms, wondering what the pout on your face was for.

“Yeah, you just woke me up,” you lied, not having the heart to tell her the visits were getting to be a lot. And despite it being 6 pm in the afternoon, she fully believed you because you had grown accustomed to taking naps the further you got into the pregnancy.

“I’m sorry sweet girl,” She frowned, rubbing your arm. “I tried to wait for a good time to show up.”

“No it’s okay,” you said, not wanting her daily visits to multiply. “I was supposed to sort through the baby clothes that were gifted to me by one of the shoguns, wanna help?”

“I wish I could but I don’t have the time right now,” she said, pulling out a small scroll from the inside pocket of her robe.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a list of trusted midwives around the region,” she said as she handed it to you. “The ones marked in green are the ones who’ve worked with your personal physician in the past. It would be best to choose one of them so they’d work synchronously with him, but the choice is ultimately up to you and Sukuna. They all have stellar reputations.”

“Oh,” you smiled as you looked through the short list, relieved that it wouldn’t be that tough a decision to make. It was smart of her to mark the ones that already knew Kaiji. “Thank you so much for gathering all of this information. I honestly completely forgot all about these little details.”

“I don’t blame you with everything going on right now,” she sighed. “Just go through the list with the king as soon as you can and let me know I can get them set up in one of the quarters as soon as possible.”

“I’ll go talk to him about it as soon as possible then.”

“Good,” she offered you a smile– it was strained, she was just as tired as everyone else but tried her best not to show it. “I have to go now though, I have a meeting with my clan.” She offered you a hug.

“Okay, I hope the meeting goes well. I’ll see you later.” You hugged her back, before she left as fast as she came.

You really did have baby clothes to sort through and choose from, but you figured it would be best to get your new task at hand out of the way. Sukuna had been staying in his office for the majority of his days lately, so it was easy to assume that’s where he was at the moment.

“Kuna?” you ask from the other side of the door right after knocking.

The sound of papers chaotically ruffling on the other side paused after you called his name, followed by some incoherent murmuring– unsurprisingly. His attitudes gotten ten times worse lately.

“What?” The man sharply asked after what seemed like forever.

“Can I come in?” you ask almost hesitantly, not wanting to bother him even though this was an important matter.

“Yeah– sure,” he says in a bored tone, striking your heart just a little.

You open the door and are immediately met with a room that might as well have been hit by a tornado from how messy it was. The bookshelf to his right looked like it had been mangled, books tossed everywhere, messy piles on paper on top of his desk as he concentrated on the ones in his hand.

“Is everything okay?” You ask after you took a moment to examine the room.

“No.” He honestly admits before taking another moment to think about the question. “I can’t believe you're really asking me that right now.” He heavily exhaled– expressing how dumb of a question through his actions.

“What are you working on?” You ask, ignoring one of the snide remarks that you’re well used to at this point.

“You really wanna know?” He grimaces, eyes slightly narrowing.

“Obviously, that’s why I asked.” You couldn’t help but spit back, throwing the attitude right back at him.

“My will,” he sat back in his chair and threw the papers out on the desk to face you. He honestly might as well have slammed them from how aggressive it was. “Go on, take a look if you’re so curious.”

“What are you being so hostile towards me for?” You took a step back, no longer interested in seeing what was in the papers. “You’re treating me like some sort of pest when I literally haven’t seen you all day.”

You both glared at one another before he ultimately sighed once more and gave up on trying to argue with you. “I wasn’t trying to be hostile towards you,” he mumbled as he rubbed his temple. “I’m just fucking tired. The work is just piling up at this point, it’s never ending.” He says, his voice a lot softer compared to the one he had met you with when you first walked in.

You ignore his shitty attempt at an explanation and reached out for the papers. Sukuna took the silence as an opportunity to lean back in his chair and close his eyes for a bit while you skimmed through everything he’s written down so far.

“Do you really think you’re going to die?” you finally ask, your voice breaking the stillness of the room.

His eyes quickly open at the question and he swears he could implode right then and there. “No I don’t think I’m going to die,” he tries to assure you, yet his defensiveness says otherwise. “It’s just protocol. I want everything prepared in case something happens.”

“Don’t make that face,” He slowly shakes his head as he watches you slowly spiral, at a loss of words from how real this was all becoming. He knows you well enough at this point to where he can tell when you’re about to have a breakdown. “None of this means anything.”

“How am I supposed to believe you?” You probe, tears slowly building up at your waterline. “How can you say it doesn’t mean anything yet you act like this?”

“Act like what?!”

“Like you’re worried!”

“I’m not fucking worried, I just hate thinking about it,” he began to seethe. “None of this should even be a thing! How about you try to write out a goddamn will, let’s see if you could act normal about it,” he threw his arms out as he yelled– his words echoing throughout the room. “Where are you going?!”

“I don’t know!” You turned around and spat back at him. “I don’t wanna be here if you’re just going to take it out on me.”

“Fuck– I wasn’t trying to.” He says, trying to lower his tone despite still being worked up. “Don’t leave.”

“No, you’re being a fucking asshole right now when I just wanted to choose a midwife with you,” your voice broke as you threw the scroll at him.

He abruptly got up from his seat and went up to you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

“You’re only saying that because I yelled back at you,” you continued to scold him, though there wasn’t much of an edge to your voice anymore since it was muffled from him pressing your face into his chest.

“No– I’m saying that because you didn’t deserve to be spoken to the way I just did with you. I was being an asshole and I’m sorry.”

“..Say you’re sorry one more time,” you whimpered, nearly drawing a laugh out of the man because you were trying to take advantage of the situation at this point.

“I’m so sorry, my little angel.” He cooed, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “I’m mad at a lot of things right now, but none of it’s over you.” He promised, pulling you back into his chest so he could hold you tight.

“Okay,’ your voice was muffled once again, he was damnear squeezing you at this point. “Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t,” he swore as he rested his chin on top of your head. “Before you came in, I was just about to move on to the part on what would happen to you and the baby if anything does happen. Makes me angry just having to think about not being able to be with you two.” He admits.

“What would happen to us?” You suddenly tense up at the thought that could very well become a reality, whether he’d like to admit it or not.

“Uraume’s taking you overseas, I’m not sure which country yet but it’ll be one of the more peaceful ones.”

“You don’t want your only child to take over your legacy one day?”

“Never. I’d rather you two live your lives without the stress of handling courts and nobility and all that other shit. There’s more than enough money stashed away for the next few generations to live comfortably.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“I’m positive. Bearing my titles’ probably the greatest misfortune I’ve had to experience in life. I wouldn’t wish it upon either of you.”

“I’ll honor that then,” you held onto him a little tighter.

—

In the following days, all the windows in every building, including the servants quarters were boarded up. Bolts imbued with cursed energy installed in every single room within the estate.

You never truly realized how far Sukuna would go to keep your safety– eventually revealing that on top of the boarded windows and multiple locks, you had an underground bunker if all else failed.

Had a stranger unaware of the region’s state seen what your home looked like, they’d think you were a prisoner who had committed the most heinous acts.

You also went back to barely seeing him again after your heart to heart in his office. Even though you still slept in the same bed as him, he felt more out of reach than ever. Your meals together were eaten in silence, he hasn’t bothered to just lay in bed with you for a couple minutes before getting up to start his day. It’s always just the usual kiss on your temple before he goes off for the day.

“Mikoto, have you seen Sukuna at all today?” You ask the woman who usually keeps a close eye around the estate. Your chosen midwife had arrived today and you wanted to introduce him to her, even if it were just for a split second. “I woke up to an empty bed this morning and he still hasn’t come back.”

“Oh– umm,” the woman falters. Usually she’d politely tell a concubine to fuck off but you may as well have been the king’s wife at this point. “The last time I saw him, he was walking into the throne room.”

“I thought he canceled hearings for a bit?” You brows knit in confusion.

“Yes, indefinitely.” She awkwardly confirmed.

“Okay,” you murmured as you slowly walked around her, side eyeing the woman. “Well, thanks.. I’ll check to see if he’s there.”

“Oh, my lady–” She called out to you when you were already several feet away. “There’s a trap door behind the throne, do what you will with that. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

“Okay. Thank you Mikoto,” you offered the woman a faint smile given how uncomfortable she was even telling you about the king's whereabouts in the first place.

You also thought she was lying about the door when you first inspected the small space behind the throne– especially since you’ve been in this room way too many times to not notice a door.

But lo and behold, it revealed itself to you after accidentally leaning against the wall in frustration. You pushed the door open to find a dark yet fire-lit hallway and immediately started making your way down the staircase, following your instincts that he’d be at the end of it.

He had to be down there, why else would the hallway be lit?

The journey to the bottom of the staircase took longer than expected, making you think about just how many feet underground you were by now. Once you reached the bottom of the staircase, there was another hallway to your right– you could hear faint sounds at the end of it, yet they were too muffled to make out what they were.

The hallways led to a vast, open room and the moment you walk in, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Had you come here alone you would’ve immediately turned around from how sinister the energy felt around you.

But luckily you could immediately tell who was in the room from their unique hair color, which ended up bringing you some comfort.

“Uraume?” You gently called out. Even when you were minding the volume of your voice, your words still echoed around the strange chamber, ultimately startling the young assistant.

“My lady–” Uraume nearly gasped out. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry, I– uh,” You stumbled over your words trying to come up with an excuse. “I’ve been looking for the king and I noticed an opening behind the throne..”

They just stared at you for a moment, knowing fully well they didn’t forget to close the door all the way, but also knowing there was no use in trying to make you feel bad for coming here.

“I see,” their lips thinned as they decided to let it go.

You look around the space, realizing there were two different levels to the room. Your gaze immediately locked on the lower level– the more you inspected it, you slowly realized that the whole entire level was just a pitch-black pool.

“W-where’s Sukuna?” You nervously asked, not once taking your eyes off of the still water.

“In there,” they admit, gesturing to the pool. They began to brace themselves for the incoming questions because nothing about what was underneath the throne room was normal in the slightest.

“Why is the water black?” You ask, Uraume just knew that was going to be the first question.

“It’s not water, it’s a mixture of blood from curses.. and something else.” They say, not bothering to expand on what that something else was.

The thought of him bathing in blood rattled you enough, so you opted to keep some of your innocence by not asking them to elaborate any further.

“Why is he in that?”

“It’s to expel any purity from his soul, making him closer to a curse than a human. It pairs well with his technique– making him stronger, more resilient to attacks,” they explain.

“Are the effects permanent?”

“No,” they assure you. “The effects last until his subconscious no longer feels threatened. His cursed energy went back to normal a couple days after winning the last war.”

“Is he going to come out with a different attitude?” Your heart dropped at the thought, he was already distant enough.

“That I don’t know,” they tentatively say. They’ve never really seen him be nice to anyone before you, so they couldn’t draw a definite answer from the last time he did this– tainting his soul, that is.

“I see,” you fiddled with your fingers at the thought, picking at your cuticles, unaware of the fact that you drew blood on a couple of them. “I.. think I’m going to go now,” you sounded so unsure as you said it. “Will he be back by tonight?”

“Yes. I will walk you back up to the throne room– the stairs are steep and the king would most likely behead me if you hurt yourself,” they say. Only Uraume could make such a violent statement sound normal.

On the quiet walk back, you realized that was the most you’ve ever spoken to them. Not even on your first encounter with them had you two exchanged that many words, and that was when you had come here for asylum, ready to beg and plead for a job here.

“My lady?” They called out to you as you were about to walk back into the throne room, there was a glimmer of vulnerability in their voice.

“What is it?” You turned around, met with a look that was a mixture of regret and worry from the young sorcerer.

“It’s not my place to tell you what to do, but maybe it’s best to not mention anything about what’s under this room,” they say as sincerely as possible.

“I don’t plan on telling anyone,” you assure them.

“I mean with Sukuna–” they correct you. “Truth be told, he’d feel ashamed if you knew. That's why he never said anything.”

“I understand,” you offer them a slight smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to him about it.”

“Thank you,” they lightly bow their head at you. “He’ll be done soon, around an hour or two.”

You nodded at his assistant and watched them walk back down the steps to overlook whatever ritual Sukuna was taking part in. You really should be more spooked over the situation as a whole, but judging by the way Uraume talked about it, it seemed more of a necessity rather than a choice.

—-

“Dovey?” You faintly hear a voice call out to you, along with the feeling of your arm being slightly shaken. “Sweetheart?“

“What’s going on?” You mumbled, realizing you fell asleep before Sukuna came back. You weren’t sure what time it was, but you were guessing it was in one of the earliest hours of the morning.

“They just crossed into our territory,” he said, caressing the side of your cheek as he regrettably yet calmly broke the news to you. “Uraume says they’re 5 hours away. We’re going towards them so they stay as far away from here and the capital as possible.”

“Right now?” You say, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.

“No, but soon. I didn’t want to drop the news on you and then leave right after.”

“I don’t want you to go,” the words just flew out of your mouth– there was nothing else you could really say in response to him leaving.

“I know,” he tucked your hair behind your eyes and cupped your face. “I don’t want to either, but I can’t have them get any closer to this place. Will you just stay awake until I leave?”

“Of course I will,” you said it like it was a brainer. You doubt you’d be getting much sleep from here on out anyways, at least not until he comes back.

Even after the curse bath, he still decided to wear some armor.

It was different this time around, he wasn’t just up against men at this point. His actual opponent transcended anything normal, anything human.

He’s quiet while you help him put on his very little and extremely worrying amount of armor. It was literally only covering his chest and your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but think about what would happen if his arms got chopped off.

You told him about your very reasonable worries and he reminded you that he needed the extra room in order to actually use his techniques. He also reminded you he can use rct if he needed to heal himself– but you were still worried, and he quietly appreciated that as you grudgingly helped him put the armor on.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Sukuna smirked while he barely scolded you, trying to lighten the mood as you tied the last pieces of metal plates together.

“Like what?”

“Like this is the last time you’ll ever see me.” He mumbled, saddened by the fact that he was inching closer to departing– unsure of how long it’ll all take

“I’m just scared, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know, but I probably will.” He answers honestly, reaching out to pinch your chin. “I like seeing how worried you are about me though.”

“Are you sure there’s no other way around this?” You ask, quite delusionally honestly, making the man almost genuinely laugh because you both already knew the answer to that.

“I really wish there was,” he says. “Stop worrying about me, I'll be back before you know it.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“I know you will.”

“I love you, Sukuna.” Your heart aches as you say it, wishing you had said it far sooner— thinking of all the times you missed out on letting him know.

“I love you too,” he said back without a doubt, leaning down to kiss your forehead and rub your belly. “More than you’ll ever know.”

It was hard letting him go as you followed him to the end of the property line. He held you tightly for what seemed like an eternity, peppering you with more kisses than you could count.

Neither of you realized this’ll be the longest you’ve been away from each other in almost a year, until now. The more the thought set it, the more it scared you since you did just about everything with him.

“One more thing,” he says.

You look up at him, wondering what was on his mind right now. “What is it?” You ask.

“If the baby gets here before I do, will you wait for me to come back before giving them an official name?”

“Yes,” a smile grew across your cheeks at the innocent request. Even if he hadn’t asked, you probably would’ve still waited for him. “Come back home safe okay?”

“I will, I promise.” He says, giving you one last soft kiss.

He says his final goodbyes and casts a barrier around the estate. One that keeps those who lived at the estate the ability to go in and out, but intruders out— indefinitely.

Then a second one.

Then a third one for safe measure because he swears on his life and everyone around him that he will go on a never-ending massacre if anyone just as much as left the slightest scratch on you in his absence.

You watch him walk off towards the unit of soldiers from the closest district. Not once did he look back, his posture straightening even more and his stride more purposeful the closer to them he got.

Keeping a cold expression on his face as he did his best to lead thousands into the sunrise, despite all the worries he had in his head.

He had so much to lose this time around– unlike the last time when his son had just died and he himself didn’t really care if he ended up following him shortly after.

Once he was out of your line of sight, you turned around to find Hayami standing there waiting for you. “You okay?” She asked rather affectionately.

“Yeah— for the most part,” you say, trying your best not to blink but the sting in your eyes would’ve gotten worse. “It’s going to be so strange here while he’s gone.”

“I know. You’d think the servants would relax a little with their strict ruler being away, but they all seem on edge too.” She threw her arm over you as you both walked back to your chambers. “Everything will be okay. Let’s just focus on having a safe rest of your pregnancy, whether he comes back before or not.” She says, having her own doubts that he’d be back before them, but keeping those thoughts to herself.

“Yeah, let’s just focus on that.” You say— silently praying that he does come back before then, knowing that you’d still feel lost even with all the help you have now.

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notes: pls feel free to leave behind any questions, comments, or concerns <3

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defiance | king!sukuna x concubine!reader master list

chapter fifteen: dream's over

fic warnings: profanity, explicit smut, ooc, mentions of grooming, graphic depictions of violence, suicide, more will be added as story progresses

word count: 4.4k

notes: i really haven't update in a month and?? how time FLIES. anyways, i hope you sexies enjoy this chapter. we get some more domestic sukuna and more info on these frequent meetings he's been having ((:

Sukuna has decided to throw a small festival as a way to celebrate your pregnancy now that you are 7 months along.

You’re not really sure what he means by small, and you honestly don’t believe him because he only throws festivals strictly for the purpose of receiving gifts and blessings. Knowing this was meant for you and your unborn child, you doubt it’ll be anything but small, he probably only told you that so there’d be no pushback on your end.

But no pushback at all, you’re on the same boat as him when it comes to gifts and blessings for the baby. The more the merrier.

The festival’s a couple weeks away but preparations have already started around a week ago since the servants needed to start drying and pickling all sorts of different foods.

As for you, you were in the dressing room of your shared chambers with Sukuna, waiting for the tailor to arrive.

Renovations had finally finished and you both were able to move back in. At first you insisted that the expansion wasn’t that necessary but you can appreciate it now.

There was now a courtyard, some extra rooms, an expansion on the greenhouse, along with the koi pond and sandbox in the back that Sukuna tries hard not to act too excited about.

It was more of a small compound now within the estate, providing extra privacy which brought you ease— you’ve been waking up with feelings of dread over nothing in particular lately.

It wasn’t anything alarming since there really wasn’t anything to be worried about, but the feeling still put you on edge.

“I didn’t pay that old hag to take her fucking time to get here,” the king groans, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you click your tongue at his impatience.

“What time is she supposed to be here?” You ask, even though you already knew the answer.

“11.” He scoffs.

“It’s 10:52,” you let him know, making his eyes roll into the back of his head because he believes hired help should always be 30 minutes early. “Patience is a virtue, Kuna.”

“I practically own that woman, I don’t need patience,” He quickly retorts. You can’t help but laugh when he gets all pouty like this, knowing he’ll go back to his quiet, serious self once the woman and her assistant arrive.

“And who are you to talk, hm?” He adds. “You had a servant crying and throwing up for not bringing you your lunch on time last week.” He said, pointing his finger at you.

He smirked at the thought of what you could’ve possibly said to the girl since it was still a mystery.

You and the servant refuse to say what atrocities came out of your mouth that day, which makes him even more curious because it couldn’t have been anything worse than the things you have said to him throughout your pregnancy.

But with the way you’re glaring at him for bringing it up again, it was probably something 100 times worse than what he’s ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about that again,” you nearly scolded him.

“I’ll let it go,” he leaned back and said. “If you allow me to complain about that bitch who is now two minutes late. I fucking told you, she doesn’t need people being patient with her. What she needs is for you to repeat whatever the fuck you said to that servant so she can start crying and throwing up too—“

“The tailor is here, My Lady!” Hayami yelled out from the front of the house, cutting Sukuna off mid-rant because the whole entire house could hear him, and so would the tailor had he kept going.

“Okay let her in!” You yell back and the father of your child genuinely looks wounded from how powerless he’s become against you and your ladies in waiting.

“So you all are just going to interrupt me like that?” He whispers but keeps his argumentative tone.

“Yes,” you break it to him. “Now sit down and don’t mention anything about her being late.”

The tailor warmly greets you both when she comes into the room, congratulating you both over the shrine's newest addition.

You both thank her and Sukuna surprisingly starts up small talk with the woman.

Your thoughts on how oddly respectful he was being quickly came to a halt when “the journey here must’ve been pretty taxing, huh?” came out of his fucking mouth. The poor tailor didn’t know he was just having a mini tantrum because you had hurt his feelings not too long ago.

You pinched the low of his back the moment he said that, causing his smile to grow even wider because it fucking hurt— which scared the woman since the king experiencing any other emotion aside from homicidal rage was quite literally unheard of.

Seriously, she doesn’t know how you get along with him. She’s honestly suspicious of you too.

Maybe the rumors were true and you were a witch.

But she doesn’t care, it’s none of her business and Sukuna’s paying her a rather generous amount for today. It’s safe to say that she’d gladly serve you even if you just so happened to be satan reincarnated with just how much money she was making today.

The fitting was.. interesting— for all three of you.

The woman wasn’t expecting you both to act so domestic around each other.

As for you and Sukuna, you just couldn’t get on the same page as this woman. You’re pretty sure she thinks you’re someone who got pregnant the night you lost your virginity with the outfits she’s suggesting for you and you can tell the king’s going to pop a vein because of it.

“She’s pregnant, not a nun, stop trying to fucking dress her like one,” Sukuna grumbles with his head in his hands after the third fitting.

You don’t snap at him this time and you’re actually grateful for his attitude because you didn’t have the heart to say anything to the woman.

“Right, my king,” she immediately stiffens up. “I apologize.”

After a few more outfits you were able to finally decide on which one you liked. It was still modest compared to some of the things you’ve worn around the shrine before, it was something acceptable for both you and Sukuna.

Once the tailor finally leaves after 3 grueling hours, Sukuna slams the doors shut without even saying goodbye, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Pinching me in front of her, really?” He clicked his tongue. You honestly forgot you even did that, but you’re not surprised he hasn’t let it go.

“She did not see that, she probably just thought my hand was on your back,” you say, not taking him too seriously.

“You still broke skin.”

“Doubt it. Turn around and let me see,” you nearly demand.

“And now you’re ordering me to turn around like I’m some brood whore for the night,” he retorts and you burst out laughing from how dramatic he’s being.

“Oh you think this is funny?!” He nearly starts laughing with you as he cups his hands around your jaw.

“I think it’s hilarious my king,” you say back.

“I remember every time you disrespect me, you know?” His question is more of a statement, a rather threatening one.

“Do you now?” You ask, rubbing your thumbs over his hands, entertaining his antics.

“I do,” he promises. “I bottle them up and throw them in the part of my brain that’ll magically unlock once that’s brats out of you.”

“I’m sure you do, my love.” You reach out to cup his check with one hand. “Let’s hope you follow through with these statements given the fact I haven’t gotten this side of you in a very long time.”

“Oh you’ll get it all.” His entire demeanor lights up as he continues to eye you up and down like you’re some kind of prey.

And to think you would’ve crumbled under his gaze at one point, now you’re nearly making him promise to fuck you up once the time comes.

He’s created a monster and is quite pleased with that.

He pulls you into his embrace and starts whispering some more lewd things in your ear, just because it makes you giggle more than anything and he loves to see it.

And also because there’s a part of him that thinks the baby will hear it if he doesn’t whisper.

But he keeps that theory to himself because he knows you’ll make fun of him for it and you make fun of him enough.

“Sorry to interrupt bu—“ Hayami comes to the door knocking, unaware of the little moment you two are having.

“You women do NOT get enough days off, do you?!” He snaps, nearly throwing his head back.

“We do not, my king,” Hayami chirps, keeping her cheerful tone because she’s not really that scared of him anymore. “Kaori is here to visit you,” she turns her attention to you and says.

Sukuna lets out a long sigh into the crook of your neck and mutters something along the lines of wanting to get rid of her already.

You pat his back because all he wanted to do was to get some extra time with you before he goes off and does whatever he does.

Unfortunately, you still aren’t 100% sure what exactly he does, you just know there’s a lot of paperwork and random yelling involved.

“Can you lead her to the sun room and let her know I'll meet her there shortly?” You ask, trying to somewhat meet the man holding on to you halfway.

“Of course, I’ll get some tea and snacks prepared as well.” Hayami says before making her way back to the entrance of the house.

It takes some time getting Sukuna off your back, but you eventually get him to put one foot in front of the other towards his office.. the office that was literally just upstairs.

He drags his feet to get there of course, wishing you’d tell Kaori to fuck off so you could hang out with him instead while he signs off on different bills and contracts and whatnot.

But you promised you’ll come back right after and he’s holding you to that, even though there’s not much of a consequence if you don’t.

You let out a little sigh once you hear the door to his office fully shut and can’t help but laugh to yourself. The longer you’re with him, the more clingy he gets.

The king’s a smart man and you’re sure he is aware of how clingy he is, he just doesn’t care how he acts around you anymore.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” you apologize to Kaori, who’s been waiting for over 20 minutes now since she’s sat down.

Had you not held such a high position in the estate, she would’ve ripped your head off by now for the disrespect— preoccupied with the king or not.

But you’d never know that.

“It’s no worries at all!” She assures you before squeezing your hands. “I’m sure it’s a lot dealing with King Sukuna’s.. moods.”

“Yeah,” you exhaled as you said it.

You and your ladies in waiting have resorted to placing any and all sorts of blame on Sukuna and his infamous temper, even though he never gets mad at you and is surprisingly respectful to your attendants.

It’s just more believable for others to hear that he’s having a meltdown, rather than something as simple as him refusing to get out of bed with you because you were extra warm on a cold morning.

“Thank you for being so understanding,” you try to say with a straight face. “What can I help you with?”

“Nothing at all,” she perks up. “I just wanted to bring some goodies for you,” she smiles and opens a box full of mini cakes and candies. “I’m sure the baby would love these!”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry— I’m not allowed to eat these,” you reveal and she tries her hardest not to raise a brow at you.

Sukuna forbade you from eating anything that wasn’t made by Hayami, Miya, or Akari. It’s honestly the one rule that you’re completely on board with, given the long history of queens, consorts, and concubines experiencing attempted poisonings in the past.

“That’s a little harsh of him, don’t you think?” The concubine nearly pouts at your decline.

“Not really. I feel bad having to decline of course, but if following that rule brings him some peace of mind then I don’t mind.” You say.

“I’m sure he appreciates all the sacrifices you make for him,” her lips thin after the words leave her mouth.

“I’d hope so,” you say sympathetically, you really do feel bad for turning her down. “Ladies! Would you like some cakes?” You turn around and call out.

“Of course!” Miya pokes her head into the green room. “These look yummy Lady Kaori, did you make these yourself?”

“Yes, but with the help of my attendants of course,” she gestures to the two women who have come with her today.

“We can’t wait to try them! I’ll go ahead and take these to the back to share with the girls, thank you again!” Miya says as she offers her one last smile before leaving.

“I’m glad someone was able to take them, you must’ve worked hard making them,” you say as you both get up from the table.

“Oh it was nothing,” she brushes you off. “I’m just glad someone’s able to eat them!” She forces out a laugh and you try to laugh with her.

But it’s uncomfortable because she is clearly offended, even though they’re Sukuna’s rules, not yours.

“I’ll get going, let me know if you need anything.” She says before turning on her heel to leave your chambers.

“Thank you, I will.”

Once she and her attendants finally leave, you head to the back to find the girls, who are most likely hanging out in the kitchen.

Which they were, the three of them were just hanging around and talking.

“How were the cakes?” You ask as you lean against the counter.

“No clue,” Akari says.

“If she does ask, tell her they were great,” Hayami follows, giving you a little wink.

“Wait, did you throw them away?”

“Duh.” Hayami says. “Miya just took them so you wouldn’t be in an uncomfortable situation. If you’re banned from eating outside food, then we’re definitely not going to be eating food that’s gifted to you either. We don’t want to get poisoned.”

“You really think Kaori would try to poison me?” You ask, genuinely concerned.

“Not sure, but we’re not trusting anyone right now.” Miya adds to the conversation.

“Fair enough,” you let it go. “Just burn them, or bury them— something. I don’t want any servants peeking through the trash and seeing that. It’s been peaceful around here and I'd like to keep it that way.”

—-

“You’re starting the hearings early today,” you offer the king a faint smile, as he frantically moves back and forth around the room– trying to get himself ready for the shitshow that’ll become of his day.

“Kuna,” you impatiently snap your fingers while trying to get the man’s attention.

“Hm? Oh– yeah,” he stops for a second and just nods.

“Were you even listening to me?” You cross your arms, nearly squinting at him because he’s failing miserably at whatever he’s hiding right now.

“No, I’m sorry– what were you saying sweetheart?”

“The hearings,” you nearly grit your teeth. “Awfully early for them, no?”

“No-” he shakes his head. “No hearings today,” he corrects you and it honestly pains him to do so. He’d much rather have a hearing today.

“Then what are you in such a rush for? The sun’s barely out. And why won’t you look at me?” You begin to raise your voice at him and it doesn’t even register in his head that you’re frustrated with his lack of communication this morning.

He swiftly puts on his haori and walks up to you, his hands now cupping your cheeks as he just stares at you for a moment.

He’s worried, you can see it in his eyes– distant but nearly pleading for help and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look this defeated before.

“Promise you won’t freak out?” He asks.

“I won’t. What’s going on?” You nearly plead, knowing nothing good was going to come out of what he was going to say.

One hour later—

“And he’s how old?” Sukuna nearly chokes out as he demands Uraume for clarification.

The rooms filled with all of the district's shoguns, their advisors, and all high ranking generals— all equally as stunned as Sukuna himself.

Today was their third meeting since Uraume started spying on the west border, with this recent mission uncovering even more details on what they've been planning for a while now.

“Seven, my king.”

The rooms quiet for a moment after that, except for a quiet “no fucking way” that came from one of the younger generals. Speaking out of turn like that is a punishable offense, except nobody really gives a shit right now, he said what everyone else was thinking.

The western region, or rather the Zen’in clan, hasn’t gone against the peace treaty in years— hundreds of years actually.

The fact that they’re planning on breaking it now is a surprise in itself, not to mention the absolute trump card they’re using as leverage, in the form of a literal child.

“General Toji, you grew up under that clan, care to share more about them?” The king basically calls the man out as all the attendees turned their attention to the high ranked general.

“..Yeah,” he husks out. “I’m pretty sure the seven year old’s my son,” he admits rather regrettably, also carrying a stunned look on his face.

“Of course that’s your fucking spawn,” Sukuna groans to himself, causing everyone in his vicinity, especially Toji, to tense up.

His unseriousness served as a reminder that he was capable of murder without thinking twice about it, father to be or not.

It left Toji to wonder if he should’ve just kept his mouth shut about that one little fact, but they’d find out soon enough if they did more research on the boy. He never exactly tried to hide the fact that Megumi was his anyway, the courtesan he got pregnant just opted to sell the boy back to the clan and he let it be since he thought the boy would be taken care of if they were willing to pay as much as they did for him.

“How did the boy end up there?” Sukuna asked while rubbing his eye, clearly irritated that this is now a fact.

“Got a courtesan pregnant, she said she wanted to terminate the pregnancy so I gave her money for that. By the time I found out she got money from me and the clan for selling the boy to them, it was already too late.” Toji's knuckles were nearly white as he explained everything as briefly as possible.

He knew his family was cruel, he just never thought they’d convince a child to sacrifice their life in a war, let alone his own flesh and blood.

He’s angry, he’s hurt— he’s also one of the most respected generals in the region, so he reminded himself to get it the fuck together in front of the psychopath that was unfortunately crowned as king at 19 and has done a terrifyingly great job at ruling the region through fear.

There was no room for weakness or mistakes in the presence of Sukuna, so man up.

“I understand that this might be a conflict of interest, but I have no intentions of betraying the region or the crown,” Toji says, feeling the need to remind the clans and the king. “I left them for a reason, and it was lo-”

“No need to state those reasons,” Sukuna cuts him off, unsure if the general was about to tell a sob story to sound convincing or not. He honestly didn’t care either way. “You need to tell me everything you know about the ten shadows technique.”

—

The meeting lasted around 9 hours, give or take. Today is one of those days where he seriously wonders why massacring entire villages is looked down upon, when acts like that have the power to prevent situations like this.

Sukuna is usually the last one to leave, alongside Uraume and Mariko, it’s actually one of the very few formalities he really sticks to in the world of nobility, but not today.

He held on tightly to the last of his composure as he b-lined it to the exit, trying his hardest not to look like he’s storming out of the room, even though he probably did end up looking like he was.

By now everyone knew one of his concubines was pregnant and that he’s been less.. violent lately because of it.

Many of the attendees have actually found themselves empathizing with the young king, especially after watching his face drop at the realization that yeah, the Zenin’s are planning an attack. They all knew the threat of war mercilessly ripped him out of the daydream he was in, forcing him back into the dreadful reality that he called his life.

Several ground shaking explosions followed not too long after he stormed out of the room and off to god knows wherever he went off to.

Some even heard the faint noise of yelling and cursing off in the direction he went in, his threats to no one in particular echoing off the trees and mountains, making their way back to whoever had a good pair of ears on them.

The world feels like it’s slowly closing in on him and he’s convinced he might just completely lose his mind before midnight— throwing away the very thorough plan he and all the other generals just spent hours curating.

Instead, opting to charge that clan alone, head on.

But he can’t and he knows it, which makes it all the more infuriating because for once in his life he’s facing an actual threat.

The threat being that final shikigami Toji’s hidden demon child has the power to conjure up.

If he fucks up, this might just actually be the end of the line for him, he doesn’t like the thought of that— hence why he blows up yet another hill.

The shockwaves made it to the shrine about 2.5 seconds after that.

He takes a look at the view in front of him and realizes he’s completely flattened acres of land. Maybe once this is all over, he could have the shrine extended.

If there’s even anyone left.

If you asked him how he truly felt about it all, the news broke him.

He truly felt like something from above came down and clipped multiple different wires in his brain.

This wasn’t the typical anger where he considers rounding up prisoners and hunting them down like animals to blow off some steam, and it ends there.

This was the type of anger where he wanted to drop to his knees and scream at god for doing this shit to him, again– a war, at quite possibly the worst fucking time ever.

And he did, he doesn’t care if people can hear him at the moment.

All he wanted was to enjoy these last couple months with you, and welcome his child in the peaceful-enough nation he created.

But no, now the nation will be baptized in blood, win or lose.

Not to mention the fact that you were at your most vulnerable right now, you can’t even fully get dressed by yourself anymore without some sort of assistance. Now you were really a target and he can’t be in two places at once.

He already knows that he’ll look back at this years from now, whether it’s an immediate win or one that’s drawn out, and he will fucking seethe.

It’s time ripped away from his grasp, he could have more kids, enjoy the pregnancies and newborn stages with them but he’ll feel nothing but rage when he looks at this one, knowing this one got fucked with.

This is the type of resentment that will forever marinate in his heart and he’s not sure if death to that god forsaken clan will ever be enough for him.

Maybe it’s a good thing, some extra fuel to really brutalize those people.

Many will say watching him in battle years ago was terrifying, and they may think he’s somehow mellowed out by now.

No. He’s learned to redirect it, compartmentalize it. There is now strategy to that power.

And just like always, he remembers the role he plays in this world and what’s required of him, since most people just aren’t capable of the things he was born to do.

His existence is a curse within itself and he knows most people wished he’d never been born, rightfully so.

But those same people should really thank him one day, because this entire region would’ve been annihilated by now without him.

He was made for this.

So he takes one last deep breath, loosens his fist, and starts to make his way back to you, because that’s all he really can do right now.

Bracing himself, knowing you probably sat there all day hoping he’d come back with good news, yet you most likely heard the commotion he created and realized he’d be coming back with anything but that.

And when he did return, you both just looked at each other and knew.

Barely any words were exchanged between the two of you. The meeting ruined his appetite for the night so he skipped dinner. He tried to get you to eat but you weren’t hungry either and he didn’t push it because he was too tired to try to argue with you.

He stayed up that night while you eventually fell asleep in his arms. For the first time in the last 7 months, he sort of wished you weren’t carrying his child.

It was for the most selfish reason too, he just missed laying on top of you, resting his head on your chest while listening to your shallow breaths— it was the one thing that put him to sleep.

And with how uncertain the future was looking right now, a part of him began to mourn that feeling because he truly doesn’t know when he’d be able to feel moments of peace like that again.

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lexlibrary · 1 month ago

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Sometimes i cant believe writers on tumblr are feeding us so well FOR FREE like yall should be charging for this especially with the amount of time and effort you put in. Plus this is even beyond writing. Coding?? Absolutely stunned give me the link rn.

──‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Welcome to MASKED! an interactive jujutsu kaisen adventure where you decide how things go down. This choose-your-own-adventure smutpiece is controlled by you, and every choice you make may have a killer consequence. Pick your Ghostface, decide exactly how things heat up... and how far you're willing to go for whoever's behind that mask.

FEATURES

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Before starting your game, you'll be able to choose your name, pronouns, sexual anatomy, and which JJK character is wearing the mask. Your chosen Ghostface will call you by name and respond to your preferences, shaping the experience around you, the killer's chosen victim...

KILLERS

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Your potential masked murderers (and fucks of a lifetime) are: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, ‎Ryomen Sukuna, Ino Takuma, Choso Kamo, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma,‎ Yuki Tsukumo, & Shoko Ieiri.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ There are also a few Ghostface duos you may encounter... such as: Gojo & Geto,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ino & Nanami, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Yuki & Choso, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Toji & Shiu.

WARNING

MASKED! is a smut story with dark themes and explicit sex. There is no non-sexual route, so read at your own discretion. As it is a ghostface AU, knives, blood, death and other hard themes will be present, though whether they are involved as kinks in your sexual encounters will be your choice.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎DROPS ON HALLOWEEN!

Hit me up in the comments, my dms, or innbox to be tagged when MASKED! drops. My post will contain a link to the website that hosts my interactive stories, and you'll be able to play it there. Love you all, this type of writing takes so much work and coding to bring to life, so reblogs are so so appreciated. <3

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo x geto x reader #jjk x reader

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lexlibrary · 1 month ago

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She's back!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘

- sylus x reader

from strictly professional to lovers. everyone acknowledges you as his woman, but how far will he go for you when he realizes you are in danger?

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—brief smut, very self-indulgent, injuries, descriptions of violence and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc)

note: hi i'm back! <3 and with another part of the assassin!reader series that started with strictly (un)professional :D

Your lover is, without a doubt, a sex god.

He was insatiable, and he could do it anywhere. Before you could blink, he had shed himself of his clothes, saying something along the lines of “the sun’s way too hot today.”

As soon as Sylus pulled you into the pristine bathroom, he immediately pinned you against the shower wall and crashed his lips into you in a senseless kiss. His lips, hot and demanding, pried yours open, leaving no room for resistance.

“Ahh—hah—” His hands worked with dizzying speed, undoing your skirt and blouse in one swift motion, leaving you in nothing but your bra and underwear.

A startled gasp escaped you as he pulled at the drawstring of your panties, making them slide down with ease to gather at your feet.

“—!” You rode him, pressing your body close against his bare skin. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back as you gasped for breath, your chest heaving. Locking eyes with him, you shot him a glare. “Incorrigible… bastard…”

“Just the way you like me, hmm?” his perfect lips curled wickedly, before going for your lush lips once again.

It wasn't long before he made you an utter mess of moans and groans—when he slid inside you, stars burst behind your eyes. The way he stretched you, filling every inch, never ceased to catapult you to the heights of pleasure.

And when you rode him, taking him deep with every bounce, that you tasted the sixth heaven.

“Do it like you mean it, sweetie.” Sylus’s velvety chuckle brushed against your ear as he pressed a firm hand against your lower back, adjusting your angle on him. His gaze never wavered, fixed on your expression as bliss overtook your every feature.

“Shut up,” you hissed, dragging your sharp nails down his back. He only smirked, unfazed by the sting, as if the pain were nothing more than a tease.

The relentless man and his fierce lady. As the sounds of sex filled the air, as the tight knot inside you burst and he held you steady when you went limp in his arms—

In that hazy, blissful moment, a thought settled in your mind— you truly were made for each other.

. . .

"Tired already?" Sylus let out a satisfied snicker, a gleam in his eyes as he lazily ran his fingers through your hair. Now fully clothed and basking in the afterglow, the two of you sprawled across his bed.

You turned to your side, sighing. "Just let me be, please. I want to sleep."

"Boohoo." A smile was still on his face even as you wouldn't face him. The way your smaller frame curled next to him each and every night made that tender part inside him even more fond of you.

You were rough, you didn't mince words, and most of all, you weren't afraid of him. You grew on him day by day, no one got him better than you.

And now, before he realized it...

The night was still long for him and he was wide awake, but looking at you so peaceful like this...

It was purely by instinct. To put his arms around your waist, to pull you closer, and to press this lingering kiss on the side of your head.

“Sleep well, kitten.”

Beyond the lovemaking and tender nights was, of course, the infamous individuals. The Onychinus leader and his notorious lady assassin.

Throughout all years you had been with Sylus, you knew you were here for a reason: doing his dirty work. That reason wouldn't change even when you had become lovers. You wouldn't want it to anyway.

“I’m telling you, I’m going,” you declared, crossing your legs and lifting your chin defiantly. “I can extract the information much easier on my own anyway.”

Sylus turned to you, his glare quiet but pointed, unamused. “You won't be fast enough.”

“I can!”

“You have to learn to pick your fights, kitten. A kitten can only get out unscathed for so many times before she stumbles.”

“Don't call me kitten!”

It felt like an insult to your ability. It was strange to you how he seemingly prevented you to join him to infiltrate this black market auction. You had gone and came out whole several times already—except for that one time. So, what's different this time?

“I’m giving you the chance to sit this one out and be pretty. So why are you refusing?” he clicked his tongue, exasperated.

“I just want to tag along, why? It'll help you out too!”

“Tch.” He shot you a distasteful look, and you frowned in response. “You’re really meddlesome.”

Now you were positively irritated. “What?!”

The two of you were locked in a glare before he resigned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Do whatever you want, sweetie. Luke and Kieran, go with her.”

The twins next to you nodded dutifully and you threw them a withering stare. You most definitely didn't need these two buffoons to protect you.

“Boss is concerned,” Luke whispered in your ear with a wide grin as soon as Sylus walked away.

Kieran chimed in, “Mm-hmm, he definitely is.”

Is he? A part of you was caught off guard by the twins’ musings, but even if he was, it didn't make you feel better in the slightest.

You could hold your own; you were deadly, and you absolutely wouldn’t let anyone mess with you.

“Tell me who’s behind you... or die.”

You pressed the blade coldly against the neck of one of the black market Protocore dealers you caught, yanking his hair back to force him onto his knees.

“So, it’s you—!” he spat, a manic grin splitting his face despite your grip. “The Onychinus leader's infamous slut…”

You yanked his hair harder, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. “Tell me before I make you.”

“Ha. Hahaha!” He cackled, completely unfazed by your threat. This person was definitely not right in the head; even when you were this close to snapping his neck, he didn’t even falter.

“She is scary…” Kieran whispered to his twin behind you.

“No, that weirdo is even scarier. If I were him, I’d kiss Missus’ boots and beg for my life…” Luke retorted, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

The man in your grasp was still undaunted though. "Do you think I'm scared of you, woman? If so, then you're damn wrong because a whore like you can—"

"You misogynistic bastard." Your patience snapped, and you utilized your speech manipulation Evol on him that instant— "Talk."

"Urk—!" He trembled under the binding pressure of your ability, his glare sharp enough to cut, but his lips betrayed him, mouthing the words you sought. "Master... of Solon... Hotel..."

Without hesitation, you drove a punch into him, sending him sprawling across the scattered cardboard boxes. "Luke, Kieran—let's go."

Your mood had been sour since you geared up for this operation. There was this gnawing irritation inside you that made you just wanted to lash out at everything, and it was taking everything out of you not to.

Sometimes, you thought it wasn't that big of a deal that you were just a mere sidepiece to the leader of Onychinus. Your prized Evol was your everything— after all, it was what drew Sylus to you in the first place.

But lately, you started to think that it was no longer enough. Compared to the Miss Hunter, you were a generic presence in Sylus' life. And his words this afternoon definitely struck you in a way— making you wonder if you weren't good enough all this time.

"Missus, are you okay?" Kieran asked cautiously from behind, perhaps sensing the sharp edge in your demeanor.

You swallowed the bitter knot tightening in your chest. "I am."

"If you don't feel well then you can go straight back to the base," Luke suggested. "We'll meet Boss and tell him it's the hotel master."

You slammed your heel against the ground with deliberate force. "No."

You marched towards the meeting spot with stern gaze. No way. You were going to face Sylus with your head held high, making sure he knew just how lucky he was to have you.

"Please, if something happens to you—"

Crash! A deafening explosion suddenly erupted, throwing you off balance. You stumbled back, barely regaining your footing—only to find the three of you surrounded.

"Ha..." You scoffed, your eyes locking onto the bruised man with split lips—the one you'd manhandled earlier.

But before you could say a word, he lunged, and the absolute worst happened—

"Die!"

Suddenly, your mind blanked as he seized your throat and slammed your head against the asphalt. The impact blurred your vision, and exponential panic surged in as his grip tightened, choking the breath from your lungs.

"—!" You thrashed desperately, clawing at his hands, gurgling as each second drained more strength from your limbs. Lightheadedness crept in, your thoughts scattering into fragments as pure survival instinct took over.

You were going to die. If this went on any longer—no, you would die.

“You have to learn to pick your fights, kitten.”

The agony was beyond excruciating, a crushing force that felt like it pierced straight into your soul, if such a thing were possible. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the edges of your vision. Anything—anyone—Gods, Buddha, please—

But the last thing you saw was Kieran being stabbed, his body crumpling, and Luke pinned to the ground, struggling beneath the weight of his captors.

And then—

Your body felt weightless all of a sudden along with the last of your breath.

It was a dumpster fire.

Sylus stood there, his right eye glowing brightly as he surveyed the wreckage around him.

The destroyed grand hall would serve as a warning to the hotel master. It didn't take him long to figure out that he was behind the raid of his Protocore warehouse and sold them out to the black market dealers.

He had decided this was enough when he stalked out of the hotel, when he was greeted with another atrocious sight.

It was then he saw someone choking on another person on the ground, and the terror gripped him so fast that black and red mist shot toward that man, ensnaring him in a chokehold and pried him away from—

You. In your red dress. You laid there motionless.

He sprinted toward you, flipping your body to face him. The corners of your lips were bloodied, your neck marked with bruises, but most alarming of all—

You weren't breathing.

"Wake up." Sylus commanded, taking you in his arms, gently patting your cheek, feeling how cold it had become. "Wake up, sweetie. Hey—"

You remained still. And right in this moment, the thumping in his chest felt almost painful, because you couldn't possibly do this to him.

The one person who made his days better. He felt like a human the most while being with you, and yet now, you...

"Let me go!" the man behind him snarled, his voice a scream of fury. And as if a switch had flipped, he stopped trying to wake you, turning to him with eerie silence.

Just like that, he gathered you close, standing tall with you in his arms, even as your head lolled lifelessly against his chest. The right eye of his glowed sinisterly as he spat out the words:

"You have touched my woman."

His voice dripped with vengeance, the swirls of his red eyes glinted under the moonlight, hissing, "And you won't be getting out here alive."

The black-red mist that ensnared the man tightened its grip, and he let out a howl as it choked him relentlessly, desperation flooding his voice.

"No! Graagh—!"

Sylus quietly watched as his bones twist and crack, blood overflowing the hard ground, the life draining from him as he fell like a mangled ragdoll, making him an example for everyone present.

Luke and Kieran were frozen in horror at the grotesque sight, not even a squeak escaping their lips, before turning to their master, with the woman he ever cared about in his arms.

You were beautiful.

Even as you lay still, a cast around your neck and bruises marring your skin, you were still every bit as stunning as you had been before all of this.

Sylus took a seat next to you, his hand cradling your soft cheek silently. His mind ran through with all thoughts of how you were still going to be in pain even when you woke up.

But at least, he knew you were going to, and that was enough for now.

Twice. It was the second time in which your life was at stake and he found himself on the receiving end of devastating news. The first time, you had truly died, and by sheer luck and compatibility, your body hadn’t rejected the Aether Core. This time, you were caught in a freak accident.

The mere possibility made him numb. Everything about you was etched into the fondest depths of his soul, a part he never knew existed—

—and to see you like this, strangely, was a shot right through the heart.

. . .

The moment you awakened, agony filled in your senses.

Memories came back like a whiplash and adrenaline kicked in, you were about to scream when you realized—

No sound emerged from your throat. You were on the brink of a full-blown panic when a hand gently rested on your arm, and your lover came into view.

"Easy, sweetie," his baritone voice said. "You're fine."

But contrary to the calming words, your body suddenly began to shake uncontrollably. You couldn't distinguish where you were or how you had gotten here; all you could focus on was the haunting image of the man who had nearly choked you to death, and it didn't help that your throat felt like burning.

"Y/N." Sylus brought you to a sitting position, worry crossed his eyes. "What's wrong?"

You gasped for air, teetering on the brink of tears. Your chest heaved with every breath you could manage, yet despite your desperation, you couldn’t form a single word.

"Don't talk," he shushed, realizing your panic, holding your gaze firmly. "Rest for more days and you will be able to. Don't push yourself."

His voice grounded you, and you clutched at his arm for support. You were still trying to get yourself out of this illusion of danger that kicked all your senses alive.

Seeing your distress, Sylus pulled you into his embrace, gently patting your back. "There, there... I’m here. Nothing to worry about, hmm?"

He is here. You reassured yourself, working to steady your breath. He is here...

His voice lulled you, strong and steady, while his chest felt like a lifeline, anchoring you to the reality you had always had.

"So long as I'm here, I won't let anything of this kind ever happen to you again."

As long as he is here... You clung to him almost desperately. This was probably the most vulnerable side of yourself you had ever shown him, and yet in that moment, you were a whirlwind of emotions and couldn’t care less.

You aren't good enough. Your Evol is the only thing you have that is more precious than anything, and your fear whispers to you that you might just not hold any special position in his heart...

Strange how any of them no longer mattered anymore. When Sylus had you in his arms like this, you were sure. He simply made you feel safe more than anyone ever could.

You just had no idea just how much you meant to him as he whispered his promise into your ear.

"You have nothing to fear with me by your side."

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KINKTOBER 2024, I DIDN'T CHANGE MY NUMBER.

don't take it out on me, i'm out of sympathy for you. maybe you should leave, before i get too mean and take it out on you ( and your best friend too! )

suguru geto & satoru gojo. it was so, so difficult to put up with satoru sometimes- especially when every 9 of the 10 words that left his mouth was lies and excuses. in a particularly rough patch where there seems to be a whose-d*ck-is-bigger contest between the two stubborn idiots, she runs into geto in the bar they frequent and decides he deserves an earful for enabling gojo to be atrocious- but a torture can come in various forms, can't it?

word count: 6902.

genre: one-shot, kinktober product.

characters: suguru geto & satoru gojo & reader.

notes: hi so this is an insane idea that i could not help but write. satoru being a bad boyfriend. suguru being an even worse friend. pr*ise. degr*dation. kind of ch*king. car s*x. pet names. mean dom!gojo. submissive leaning p*ssydrunk switch!geto. switch!reader. dont even perceive me with this one i have no clue how we got here even.

“ you are such an… such an asshole.”

“ and your learning curve is horizontal, sweetness- i don’t recall you leavin’ me.”

the liar, the bitch and the master manipulator, she hated every single bone in satoru’s body.

well, except the one he was burying her to the sheets with.

the same old unfinished story of broken promises, it is a rinse and repeat now with the vibrant colors of their relationship is diluting in the waters of exhaustion and exasperation. oh it was limitless alright, the number of times he could have let her free fall from the tallest skyscraper of tokyo and be forgiven with how he catches her right before the fall, a honeyed coo or two in her ear. no language on the face of earth is adequate when it comes to explaining the way satoru exists on the axis of the world he’s tilted, but the words detached & displaced are the first ones that come to mind. she is simply one of the many things bound to be lost in the infinity between him and the space he occupies, a hard-swallowed pill that she couldn’t still digest even when he had his veined hands splayed on the curve of her hips, his steel of a bicep pressing against her throat as the bed rhythmically creaked beneath them.

it felt too good, and he knew it- he knew he had her when she left that airy sigh into the pillow she had been drooling in with the spot he found without effort, he knew he had her when she preened underneath him with her shoulderblades against his ribs. it’s lazy, lazier than satoru usually indulges in, his hips maintaining an angle that let him bully the spongy g-spot tucked between the snug walls with such fervor that he has her reeling with each languid thrust. his damp locks are tickling the nape of her neck, the beads of sweat collecting at the conjunction of their limbs, wetting the already messed sheets. she can hear each grunt, each breath of his, feel it vibrate in her chest. the same old tale, he does something rancid enough to piss her off and then instead of an apology he fucks her until she forgot what she was mad about in the first place, but like any trick, it has a point where the audience tires of the repetitive schemes.

“my baby’s pissed at me, huh? would ya’ look at that. ” he coos, his mouth pressed against the junction of her jugular and her neck, his mouth wet. she has no choice but to listen, no choice but to take it- he doesn’t leave anywhere for her to escape, having her stuck beneath the mattress and his heavy figure, with her throat sitting tight and cozy in the crook of the arm he has wrapped around her neck like a shackle. her maroon nails are digging into his sinewy forearm until crescent moons shine with a painful pink color and it is not only a rightful response to the merciless pounding, but also a subconscious punishment, a silent outlet of her anger.

satoru doesn’t like that.

the position shifts, the man atop her whining rather dramatically before his weight lifts off of her. “ naughty girl, so ungrateful.” he chastises breathlessly, and just when she thinks she’s free of the torment she can’t stop cumming from, he yanks her up by the fat of her hips, propping her up on her knees but her attempts to rise on her hands is strictly prohibited, satoru lets out a “ tch tch,” as he catches both her wrists in one large palm to cross them on the small of her back, right in the middle of the twin dimples before his empty hand grasps the nape of her neck and push her face into the sage green, satin pillowcase she had been moaning into few moments ago, burying himself to the hilt in one go simultaneously. “ this is why we can’t have nice things,” he clicks his tongue, and she can almost see the way his eyes roll to the back of his skull, all educated deductions from the way he speaks through his gritted teeth. complain he might, but he cannot deny that he lives for the thrill of her, lives for the thrill of having her in his bed, the taste of cherry lipgloss stuck in the back of his throat and her laughter his favorite siren song. “ because you don’t appreciate ‘em, baby.”

“ don’t even start-” she groans, and his hips snap harsher the next time as a silent yet effective method of shutting her up, liking her pliant and obedient as always. “ sorry, what was that?” he leans over, asking with a faux undertone of surprise in his tone. “ can’t hear you over the sound of her, babe,” he pulls out temporarily, just to bring his palm down for a hard smack on her swollen cunt, only pleased when he hears her cry out and shudder to grasp the base of his painfully hard cock and nudge it right back inside her to resume. “ wanna’ repeat that f’ me?”

but she can’t, her vision already having painted white as she stiffens and seizes with a whimper choked on her throat, clenching around satoru impossibly as her climax pulls her right under the crashing wave, a steady ringing in her ear that deafens her briefly- she can call him every single name under the sun and he’d deserve each one of them, but she cannot deny that the bastard has a way of pushing her to the brink of feelings & sensations she didn’t know was possible. it’s what makes it all so alluring, it’s what makes her heart swell with the ease of familiar affection when he follows her almost immediately, his hips slapping against the back of her thighs faster as he falters, the feeling of wet ropes fill her to the brim a one that makes her toes curl, a nice warmth spreading through her system.

“ why are you adamantly trying to get me to leave you?” she asks, breathless, rolling to her back- her knees hurt, and she’s definitely pulled a muscle in her neck with how strained it feels. the heel of her palm presses against the junction of her neck and shoulder, rubbing in idle motions to alleviate it a bit. she watches him collapse next to her, just as breathless, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips, snowy lashes fluttering with exhaustion, gaze heavy lidded. “ didn’t i tire you enough? ” he mutters but she doesn’t need to know him as well as she does to hear the whiny undertone. he blindly reaches through the sheets to find her warmth next to him, yank her to his chest without paying any mind to the way she yelps, and nuzzle his face against her spine. “ you talk too much, go to sleep.”

it had been a long shot, but at least she wouldn’t say that she didn’t try. “ get off of me,” she sighs, exasperated more than anything as she pushes satoru’s heavy arm to slide further away in the sheets. still drowsy & a bit lightheaded but still not relaxed or prideless enough to fall asleep next to him. “ ‘m gonna’ go take a shower.”

oh, that gets his attention. his head slightly lifting from the sheets, he watches her go, wearing nothing but his shirt. “ can i come?”

the only response he gets is the door that slams shut on his face.

****

she hadn’t expected suguru to be home. by the time she takes a stroll to the kitchen with her damp hair tucked in a soft towel, having switched back to her own clothes to deprive satoru of the pleasure of seeing her in his own clothes, adorned in a pair of rust nike shorts and a hot pink crop top. she finds suguru by the stove, cooking something that smells like thyme with his headphones on. she would have snuck her head in to get a good sniff of the pot, but since sneaking up on someone who is handling a hot pan while wearing headphones is never a good idea, she makes her way to the fridge as intended. he notices her by the shadow that falls on the counter, pulling the headphones down to his neck. “ hey there,” he greets, simple as he spares her a single glance. he doesn’t need to look at her twice to imagine what went down, sighing before turning to his meal.

“ i can feel you judging me,” she says as she pulls the bottle of milk out before closing it shut with a sway of her hips. suguru snorts. “ i am.”

ever the honest.

“ you don’t get to,” she comments simply as she occupies the same counter he’s cooking in. their shared apartment having memorized by now, she pushes on the side of his head slowly to avoid him hitting his forehead on the cabinet she pulls open ( thinking about it, maybe she should have let it hit him ) to get the coffee she had been desperately craving. she releases him a moment later, putting the coffee jar on the counter. like the calm before the storm. “ you’re the one who told me he was home when he was out with the bitches, if my memory isn’t failing me.” she states thoughtfully as she licks the spoon she delved into the coffee jar earlier. “ and you were the one who told me not to worry when i, in fact, should have been worrying.”

suguru sighs, clearly discontent to be in the conversation but too bad- he wasn’t discontent when he was lying straight to her face. her gaze is keener than a knife when she turns it on him, the smile that curls on the corners of her mouth is cold enough to look cruel. “ you’re a disappointing friend, suguru.” she comments, her tone sing-song-y enough to sound eerie. too serious and unserious at the same time, like his mistake was spilling her favorite coffee on the floor or forgetting to pick up groceries on his way home. “ and you’re not one bit innocent.”

“ don’t get me involved in your shit,” he exhales, keeping his gaze on the pan- chicken pesto & rice, hm. delicious. what a pity she felt too nauseous to take a bite. “ it’s not my responsibility to keep your deranged man in check, satoru is the way he is and you know it.” he places a large palm on top of her head but not ruffling her hair, instead bending over a bit unnecessarily to get down on eye level with her, his voice reeking of condescension. “ aren’t we a little too old to be blaming others for our bad life decisions, missy? ” she smiles at him, as sweet as a plum. “ fuck you, suguru.”

he grins. “ oh, i’d bet you wish. ”

***

it has been two months without satoru, two months with letting his calls go to voice mail or turning the flowers away from her doorstep. he’s using every trick in the book, from the gifts to the soft epilogues he is murmuring into the mic in the late hours of the night, hoarse and truthful but satoru’s truth as subjective as it can be- his emotions shift with the weather, and so does his intentions. his detachment applies to his ability to hold onto his promises, and the last couple of years he had not learned from his mistakes or her pleading, and she doesn’t necessarily deem herself the teacher he loves being. it’s not in her nature to be coddling a man that is not getting the message, at least not without making him regret every bit of a wrong he’s done her.

early 2010s are playing in the club that smells like pot & cigarettes & sweat, the fog of everything & anything that’s been smoked blurring in her gaze and dimming the moving purple & pink of the lights, coating the glitter on her cheeks prettiest of technicolors. four martinis in, she’s feeling the buzz in the marrow of her bones, not drunk enough to be stumbling on her feet but drunk enough to not try to see satoru’s white head in the packed crowd. the soles of her butterfly shoes are hitting the back of her ankles, and the polyester of her cheap dress is sticking to her damp skin in ways uncomfortable enough to assure her she definitely is getting a rash the next day. still, it is not nearly as bad as the urge to check her phone every twenty minutes to see if he’s texted. he probably has, and not that she’d text him back, but still it was a reassurance of its own to know that she occupied his thoughts. it was hard, for someone like satoru, to stay focused without drifting away. she’s even surprised he seems to have object permanence altogether.

just when her tired feet are dragging her to the bar for a refill of her empty martini glass, a similar figure draws her attention. the oversized black sweater that’s ridiculously loose on his shoulder, the fresh wolfcut, the black circle earrings and the cargo pants that also sit nonchalant on his waist and that goddamn manspread. he’s been staring at her.

if he was here…

“ the pot and its lid, how lovely.” her smile is forced when she leans over him, to the bar, yelling inaudibly over a loud remix of lady gaga for a refill, trying to contain her suddenly restless heart in her ribs, over the prospect of satoru popping out of somewhere to tap her on the shoulder with his disgustingly saccharine smile, sticking a tongue out through his perfect teeth. her knees feel weak and the alcohol is not the only culprit. suguru chuckles, taking another sip of his own drink, neat whiskey as usual. “ he’s not here.”

thank fucking god. she breathes, and he takes the sight in, nursing his whiskey, slowly twirling the glass with leisure movements of his wrist. “ you want me to call him?” he asks, mocking, teasing. she doesn’t give him the reaction he probably had been pulling and poking around for, instead waiting patiently with her elbows on the counter, a little bent, her midsection resting on suguru’s knee. she’s too occupied in her thoughts to notice it, but he’s not. though, it remains a silent acknowledgement. “ no,” she tells him, mouthing a thank you to the bartender before she turns to suguru eventually, her blue eyeliner having smudged around the corner of her eyes. he offers a grin. “ why, you here with someone? ” he shakes his head at the possibility of that being true, accompanied by a disapproving sound. “ don’t let him know, princess- he can dish it out but he can’t take it. such is the man, your boyfriend. ” the cynical undertone is laughable, so she does- it is swallowed by the slender glass in her hands. “ look at the one talking,” she gestures, amused. suguru shrugs, his head tipping back with the big sip to down the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing and the chain that shines distracts her, gleaming under the now red hues. “ jus’ saying,” he shrugs. “ i know him. and you know him. don’t understand why you’re so obsessive over things you know that ain’t good for ya’.”

well, that had been a little too real than what she expected. she blinks, her expression shifting into one of confusion and of restlessness- a question she cannot answer truly, as she herself is yet to discover the big revelation. instead, her limbs retract, the ghost of a smile playing on the corner of her mouth. “ careful, suguru.” she muses, words laced with honey but not without the sting. “ you don’t know me like that. you don’t know me at all, actually. ” how would he, when all he has seen of her was her reflection created in satoru’s image? he hasn’t known her the way satoru or even shoko did. he knew her as the girl satoru couldn’t treat right a day in his life yet the girl he simply was too entranced to move on from.

his expression remains untouched, but a twitch at the corner of his mouth catches her eye. “ you’re here for him,” he says, without an attempt to correct her. “ you’re wearing that skimpy little dress for him. you’re drinking, laughing, dancing- for him. and he’s not even here.” it feels like a dare, the way his shoulders move, how he leans back. “ what a shame.” her ears are burning, the root of her hair red, and the flush on her cheeks is reeking of shame. she feels exposed, at the way suguru pecks at her open wounds without a care- but she asked for it, didn’t she? she stills, then leans, until both of her hands press against the cold edge of the marble counter, caging suguru in. she can smell the whiskey on his breath, can smell the cologne he wears, earthy and woody, lacking the sharp scents satoru uses. he leans back in his stool, carefully curated expression watching every single movement of hers to see what she’s after, decipher the secret message except there is no secret message- she’s angry, and she feels like a lesson has been due by yesterday.

“ and you’re here for me,” she says eventually, cracking into an eerie smile with the dawning of the revelation. “ oh, suguru, you sneaky bastard,” she can’t help the airy chuckle that escapes her, her eyes having widened with something she’s found in the poker face he had been wearing. he is good at this but so is she. “ you’ve almost had me, gotta’ give it to ya’.” she coos, mingled with mockery in the worst way possible as her head cranes aside, withdrawing to take a good look at him. “ who knew?”

he laughs, the tormenter that he is, and it’s pretty. has it always been this pretty, or is the newfound depth to dabble in make her see him in a light she hasn’t before? “ please,” he snorts, shaking his head, asking the bartender for a refill and tossing his empty glass on the counter. he makes no moves to get out of her symbolic cage, pretty content to be sitting where he is, a knowing look painting him more annoying than he already is- but how could he not be, with the pretty girl lodged between his knees? satoru’s girl, at that. or not. that part was always confusing, even for them. “ i’m flattered, but you’re… not my type.” he finds the words he had been looking for eventually, clicking his tongue with satisfaction. “ i don’t like ‘em as whiny and loudmouthed as you.” she can’t tell if he’s joking or not, can’t tell why the room went up a hundred degrees all of a sudden. “ do me a favor and pick up the next time he calls, yeah?” he murmurs, digging around for something she assumes to be a cigarette, no longer focused on her. “ he’s been nagging like a bitch all day, ‘m tired of it. we both know you’re not going anywhere.”

she didn’t think it was possible to despise someone as much as she did satoru, but suguru is full of surprises. even if he is not able to find that one particular vein satoru adores pressing with the soles of his pretty, expensive shoes, he finds a completely different one- condescension dripping off his mouth, that lazy stare boiling the blood in her veins. he deems her not worthy of him, whiny and loudmouthed.

she kisses him just for that.

it is short, it is confused- it is filled with the urge to prove something, unsure to herself or to him. he tastes like whiskey & mint and it burns the back of her throat, and for a brief moment, he parts his lips, to which she takes as an invitation to push her tongue in and lick at the roof of his mouth as her hands grasp the collar of his hoodie.

it is short because suguru breaks it, his hands on her elbows, eyes widened and the cherry hue of her lipgloss smudged on his lower lip with the saliva that it shines with. “ ‘m not the revenge you want,” he warns, perhaps the most serious thing he’s said to her that night- but she lacks the fucks to give. “ shut the fuck up,” she says in return instead, before pushing him incessantly to return to the bittersweet taste she had been craving before it even died on her tongue. this time, suguru doesn’t reel back or stop. this time, his tentative hands slide around the small of her exposed back, pulling her flush against him as his teeth sinks into her plush lip. it’s dizzying, how he kisses the breath out of her lungs, and how it sets a dozen fireworks in her ribs.

“ oh, fuck, i can’t- he’ll kill me,” the sentiment returns, and she doesn’t remember hearing him so desperate in her life- doesn’t remember hearing him so out of breath and pleading, a begging more to himself than her as he rests his forehead on her temple and draws in heavy breaths like it might make him want her less. it doesn’t. satoru doesn’t plead the way he does, doesn’t look at her with the same pathetic insurmountable need in his eyes. maybe it’s what makes her bold enough to push her thigh between his knees, watching the way his jaw falls slack, slender fingers tightening on her hips as if he can’t decide if he wants to stop her or not. “ you’ve been lying to me for him long enough,” she murmurs, hot and breathless into his mouth, watching every single way his face contorts with shame and pleasure like a hawk through heavy lidded eyes. “ time to lie for me, sugu.”

it’s how they end up in the back of her car- with her perched atop suguru’s large thighs, moaning into each other’s mouths, raven locks bunched in her incessant palm and his hands splayed out on her thighs. it’s sloppier than anything, and all she can think about is how utterly beautiful he is, with his heavy breathing he is pointless trying to regulate and the way he keeps clutching at her, ridden with guilt & lust at the same time. she doesn’t carry the same concern as he does, doesn’t care about satoru- not in the way she should, at least. it was time he stopped underestimating her. it was time he stopped believing her lack of retaliation on his bullshit was because she thought he could be a better person than he was, not because she was weak enough to stay. she only realizes her mistake now, how wrong it was of her to try to handle things the way adults did- but forfeiting grudges, by trying to forgive and communicate. he mistook her kindness. he thought her sweet, thought her all bark no bite.

but looks could be deceiving.

no clothes are coming undone, but suguru is half unraveled underneath her thighs. “ look at you,” she says in pure admiration, catching his chin between the knuckle of her index finger and her thumb, tilting his head to her liking- which is straight at her, having no choice but to see the diabolical grin that turns her into something he has never put his hands on before. something he wouldn’t know what to do with, if he had. “ whiny and loudmouthed, you said?” she quotes, and a single shift of her hips is enough to drown out any response he might have, to which he responds with a grunt of restraint and a kiss harsher than loving. “ shut up,” he kisses it on her teeth, and she has no objections to that. his presence is overwhelming. it’s unusual, the attachment that comes along- suguru is intense in a way she cannot define to be good or bad. so explore she does, tilting the corner of his jaw with a stubborn push from her nose, teeth grazing at his jugular. she can feel the way his breath hitches, feel the way he twitches. he attempts to take control of the situation by manhandling her on his lap, squeezing the fat of her hips in his palms with a grunt as he forces her into movement. the sticky material of her long drenched panties stick to her, the zipper of his pants getting caught at her clit and making her jolt with each drag. it gives him a momentary release from her evil clutches, but it is questionable how it can be considered relief when he has that drunk look on his face, jaw setting with a low grunt. “ such a fucking slut,” he whispers it against the column of her throat, freeing one hand to resume the movement by lazy & languid rolls of his hips, having her gasp on top of him, boneless on his lap. “ grinding on me because your boyfriend just can’t act right, huh? is this how you get back on him? ”

she nods, even if she doesn’t want to, too caught up in the way he pseudo-fucks her, unhurried and devoid of any rush- like they had hours to spend in the back of her car. his pants might be deceiving her, but even the outline of him pressing against her is enough to have her mouth watering for the real deal, satoru half forgotten in suguru’s warm lap. his fingertips trail beneath the hem of her blue skirt, and they dance around the edge of her panties without ever getting to business. she squirms, desperate for a taste of something she can’t go back from, but his hold is a one of steel- “ if you want something, you’re gonna have to say it,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing hers without properly kissing her, each thrust making her jolt on his knees. she melts halfway, face contorted in pressure. “ are you this much of a headache for satoru too, or is it special f’ me?”

that does it, her lower lip trembling as she rests against his chest, hips lazily grinding back into his to keep up with the delicious rhythm that has her seeing stars before anything. the fingers that now ghost over the damp spot of her underwear is her undoing. “ performance anxiety, sugu baby?” she lets a breathless, airy chuckle, accompanied by a sweet aw she manages to utter. “ don’t worry, i’ll guide yo-ohhhh shit,” he tucks her words back into her mouth without batting an eye, he’s good like that, of course he is. there is nothing to be questioned in his abilities to touch a girl, it seems- he doesn’t struggle as he slips underneath the wet fabric and plunges two fingers deep inside her, the sudden intrusion sending an electric jolt down her spine. for a moment, it becomes so, so hard to speak, toes curling in the pretty heels satoru has gotten them as an apology gift for one of his many fuckups. she doesn’t think suguru would like to know that.

“ sorry, you were sayin’ somethin’?” he hums, a pleased, toothy smile tugging his mouth upwards as he takes in the sight of her squirming on his lap to handle the pressure. he brings an end to those wiggly hips by pressing the forearm that has been on her thigh even harder to pin her nice & tight. “ uh uh, don’t run away from me, now, you wanted this, remember? ” he tuts, still keeping his slow grind her swollen bud as his fingers pump leisurely in & out. “ suguru,” she shudders, gripping the car seat behind him just to be able to have some sort of anchor but even that is failing her. suguru is an asshole of his own kind, so instead of easing up on her, he tugs on the lace ribbons of her dress with his teeth, like an animal, just so he can nuzzle his nose between the valley of her breasts. he’s not as chatty as satoru, it turns out. not as hurried either- it’s not the same rush, not the same avid sense of detachment. this is not turning out the way she expected it to, not the mindless fuck she had been going after just so she could see the look on satoru’s face when she told him she fucked his best friend.

“ mhm, i see what’s got him so hooked alright,” he reveals to himself, half mesmerized and half amused, an afterthought as he drags his tongue on the velvety edge of her dress, dipping it underneath. “ i’d be tweaking too, if i fumbled this.” the this he is talking about is not her sparkling personality, she assumes, but it has her chuckling breathlessly anyway. it’s one thing to be wanted by satoru who wants everything he can get his hands on all the time, but it is another to be wanted by suguru who seems to want nothing at all. well, except the girl he lied to the face of repeatedly. just for that she thinks of leaving him blue-balled, but all thoughts flee her mind once his teeth catches her hardened nipple and his fingers crook in that delicious way, pulsating around his fingers as the tight coil in her guts snap.

she doesn’t realize the buildup, nearly panicking with how sudden it all crashes into her- eyes widening impossibly as she clutches onto suguru desperately as the man holds her still. “ keep cumming, keep cumming, good fuckin’ girl,” he grunts with his nose pressing hard against the column of her throat, effortlessly handling the mess of limbs on his knees that is stiffening & seizing with the pressure it takes her to release it all. she thinks she’s seeing sounds, she thinks she’s hearing colors- by the time she comes back down to earth, she has half a mind on her to breathe, and only through the demanding of him who is now holding her chin in his palm: “ don’t pass out on me now, keep breathin’, keep breathin’.”

it feels cold, when his fingers finally vacate their cozy home, but they are soon to find another- he uses the hand on her chin to pull her jaw a bit down, fingertips squishing into her cheeks to make her open up so he can stuff her mouth with the very same fingers with a dazed look in his eyes. “ polite girls clean up after themselves,” he murmurs. the tangy taste melts on her tongue, sucking on suguru’s fingers as he slowly rocks them a bit, imitating the lewd imagery of her sucking his cock. it would be a pretty sight, she thinks. to see him with his head tipped back, to rob him stark naked of any control he might have, to own him by the balls, as they say. but suguru doesn’t seem interested in the idea, as he just sighs, contently watching her suck on his fingers. she’s always thought he had pretty eyes, violet hues that have been shining with brilliance from the day she’s met him. “ i can’t be doing everything around here, can i?” the way he asks is so fucking condescending, she can’t help the way her ears burn as he pushes his hips into hers to remind her of the very painful hard on that’s been straining against her thigh now. “ ‘m not satoru, sweetheart- i don’t give out free dick. if you want it, you earn it. ” the now empty hand comes harsh against the plush fat of her ass, making her let out a muffled cry through his fingers. “ ride me like you mean it. ”

he doesn’t have to tell her twice.

the unbuckling of his belt and the freeing of his hard on is unceremonious, but the thrill of it is so, so heavy in her blood she thinks she’d ride this high for a good year, if she was lucky. he’s not as long as satoru, but the girth of him makes her gulp with the unsavory calculation- it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s going to be a hell of a stretch. suguru, who seems to have noticed her hesitation, grins a little. “ aw, afraid of dick, now?” he mocks, and she hates how much she really likes the genuine laugh he lets out, even when he’s bullying her. “ it doesn’t bite. go on, now. ” she wraps a hand around the base of it, her knuckles brushing against the dark happy trail as she indulges herself in a leisure stroke, watching his eyes roll back with an animalistic pleasure. all she knows is that she wants to see more of it, so when her thumb reaches the angry & leaking tip, she makes sure to apply all the pressure she can manage. “ i think the dick is afraid of me, baby. ” she teases, teeth grazing the corner of his jaw. “ you’ve been packing this the whole time? damn, maybe i got the wrong bestie.”

suguru can’t manage a response with the way he looks like he’s on cloud nine beneath her, and she finds it sweet, the way he leans into her touch, the way he’s lost in it. having decided that she doesn’t want pleasure if it doesn’t involve hers, she aligns him with her slick entrance, letting the fat tip nudge against her folds with a shaky breath, and tilting her hips to let him sink into her without further teasing.

the moan they let out when he’s finally inside her is in unison, but his is much whinier than hers and she finds that she revels in the sound- she’d never think him to be whiny in bed, never think him the one to release control. but here he is, holding onto her hips in the backseat of a honda civic, the living and breathing embodiment of pussy whipped. “ holy fuck,” he gasps out, his adam’s apple bobbing as his head tips back to the headrest. “ holy fuck.”

“ you’re gonna eat your fucking words, suguru,” she confesses in his ear, in the most saccharine voice imaginable as her thighs part to dig her knees on the leather seats so she can ride him to her heart’s content, moaning every single time he bottoms out, every single time his head kisses her cervix, filling her up so nicely. all she can think about is how he deemed her unworthy of him in the bar an hour ago. “ oh, no words? the whiny girl’s pussy got your tongue, baby?” she latches onto his throat just so she can leave a pink mark of hers, just for him to see in the mirror, just for him to have to sit down in satoru and try to explain where that came from. what a scene it would be, how she would have given a kidney and a lung to see it. suguru, to the proof of her point, is too focused on not busting on the spot all her teasing is returned by radio silence except for grunts and whines. he looks so drunk, she wants to kiss him just for that, but she bites on the inside of her cheek instead, wanting him to know what real desperation was. his hands are so, so tight on her waist, and his mumbles are her favorite song.

well, except the ringtone that disturbs the perfect rhythm she has found, an unexpected caller.

it is coming from suguru’s pocket, to which she has no problem digging around to find. “ i’ve got you, sweetness, keep moaning like that,” she kisses his forehead just to drive her mockery home, before her eyes lock on the screen.

gojo.

if it wasn’t lucky.

“ no, no, give me that back-” suguru attempts to get his hands on his phone but she is already answering before he can manage, and the first thing they hear is satoru’s voice, who never lets anybody speak first if he’s the caller: “ dude, i’ve been calling you all fucking night, ” he complains. “ where the hell have you been?”

suguru is looking at her with pleading eyes, but seeing how that desperation erodes with a single roll of her hips is so satisfactory there is no shame in her voice as she responds: “ he’s busy, satoru babes,” she laughs, giddy. and it takes a hot minute for the white haired walking ego on the other end of the line to register her voice. “ what?... how?... what the fuck?” by now there is no fucking way he’s not hearing the sweet moans suguru is releasing, too pussy-whipped to realize the situation she put them in, too pussy-whipped to stop. “ say hi, sugu.” she plays an evil more diabolical card, shoving the mic right in the corner of suguru’s mouth, who is now scrambling for the last bits of his late composure. “ sato-oh, fuck, satoru, i can’t- i couldn’t- oh my fucking god, ‘ts so tight, ” unable to string a form of coherent sentences, she thinks she could cum from just how mouth-watering the view is.

“ suguru, are you fucking my girl right now?” satoru is asking with a bamboozlement she has never heard in his voice before but before he can get an answer she hangs up, tossing the phone somewhere in the messy seats- not everything is about satoru, and leaving him hanging is a bigger punishment than letting him stay on the phone for the whole thing. there was no knowing with the bastard- it wouldn’t be a punishment if he turned out to be into it, after all. torture or not, suguru is hers for the moment, and there is a prized possession in such belonging, she honors it with wrapping her arms around his neck and rocking into him like there is no tomorrow. “ you feel so good,” she breaths into his ear, honest and genuine. “ you feel so fucking good, suguru. you’re so beautiful, look at you,” she slides his chin into her palm, gaze boring into his heavenly visage with an adoring look, even when he looks so utterly fucked out. “ who’s passing out on who now, hm? ”

maybe he would have panicked at the aspect of being caught red handed, maybe he would have stopped or would have actually do something about it when satoru calls again immediately after- but all he does is to shift deeper in the seat, spread his legs wider and start fucking up into her in a rhythm so unforgiving they go back to square one, all power evades her, being reduced to a ragdoll in his arms as he hooks his arms beneath her thighs and spreads her all the way open. “ you got wetter when he heard this,” he tugs on her earlobe, hoarse and teetering on the edge of his own pleasure. “ you got tighter when you picked up, such a fucking whore,” he grunts, and she is reeling, nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to take the pounding without screaming. “ little slut is gonna cum from being caught,” he mocks, breathless. “ go ahead and fucking cum.” he is so right there is no fighting it- he commands with that growl and she is falling apart before she can stop it, and suguru is right behind her.

it takes minutes, for both of them to come down from their highs, as suguru keeps spilling into her with no end and she keeps milking him for all he’s worth, clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. knowing that satoru had stopped calling somewhere right before they came, it truly might have, as there was no knowing what he would be doing right now. his silence was scarier than his reactions, but at the moment she really can’t bring herself to care. “ you doin’ okay?” he asks, making her jolt on his thigh just to get a reaction out of her, brushing her damp strands away from her face, revealing her hazy gaze and unfocused eyes. “ cockdrunk,” he grins. “ look at yourself, poor little thing.” her limbs still work enough for her to give him a slap on the bicep along a roll of her eyes. “ says the man who moaned like a bitch to the boyfriend of the girl he’s fucking. who knew you were such a whore, suguru?” her tongue darts out to lick her dry lips. “ you’re full of surprises.”

“ and you’re so full of unnecessary words,” he sighs, both to how she immediately became annoying again and how it feels when she finally lets him slide out of her, remaining seated on his thigh. none of them make an attempt to leave this cozy nest they have been indulging in for a good hour or two now. “ at this point i just think you are incapable of going fifteen minutes without hearing your own voice.” she snorts with the response, shifting off his lap to collapse right next to him, both of them breathing heavy in silence for a moment. “ what now?” he asks after a few minutes, looking over at her with those heaven of violet eyes.

she offers him the most charming, dazzling smile of hers. “ what happens is that you tell satoru i said hi,” she says. “ and get out of my car, suguru. i’m done with both your asses.”

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