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Chapter 43: Let Me Yours
King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader
Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.
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10 years ago…
This was the most important day in Higuruma's life. The day he had dreamed of and dreaded for the past five years. For which he sacrificed his youth, entire nights of rest, and the pleasures of life, such as being a husband or a father. All for this moment. Today, the former judge was retiring, and the selection of his successor was beginning.
Six young men, including Higuruma, took their assigned seats in the courtroom, right in front of the wooden ballot box, where members of the commune cast their handwritten votes on small slips of paper bearing their first and last names, a simple but effective method to avoid duplicate votes. The process was transparent, almost ritualistic: any citizen could approach and ask the candidates questions, resolve any doubts, and test them to see if they were worthy of such an important position.
It had been a long and tiring day. Sitting for hours under the gaze of the entire town required not only patience but also mental fortitude. All the candidates were young, exemplary, committed to their community, and well-regarded by their neighbors. There was no clear favorite: anyone could win. The result would not only define a position, but would mark an entire chapter in the commune's history.
The line to vote snaked outside the courthouse, and a dull tension hung in the air. Higuruma, though fatigued, straightened his back as soon as he saw you cross the threshold with your entire family. Something in his eyes lit up, as if, for a moment, all that tiredness would disappear.
"How are you doing, future Judge?" You greeted your friend with a big smile.
"I'm not a judge yet." Higuruma appreciated the compliment, but he also didn't want to get his hopes up. 
"What are you worried about, Higuruma? It's obvious you're going to beat these idiots." Yorozu joined the conversation, leaving her vote for Higuruma in the box.
"Who are you calling 'idiots,' bitch?" One of the chosen ones, Rin, stood up angrily.
"Who else, idiot?" You tried to stop her, but she quickly slipped from your grasp. "Higuruma is way better than all of you combined, it's obvious he's going to win," she sneered in their faces.
"Stop it, Yorozu!" Your father scolded her, but she completely ignored him.
"You're only saying that because Higuruma is naive and stupid enough to defend a vixen like you," Rin said to her face. "When I become a Judge, I swear I'll exile you so you'll stop causing so much trouble."
The commotion caught the attention of those present in the room. Exiling someone was a severe punishment within the commune; it was the perpetual punishment for murderers or rapists. The fact that a candidate for Judge would say that was something serious.
"Apologize now." Your mother pushed her own daughter toward Rin to quickly retract her statement, but Higuruma stepped between them before Yorozu could say anything else.
"Rin, your threat is a direct violation of our code. While it's true that Yorozu has caused issues, nothing in her record is sufficient to classify her as a criminal worthy of exile." Higuruma answered Rin, hiding Yorozu behind him. "Besides, the commune currently has less than 2,000 residents; we're in no position to lose more. So I'd think twice before exiling someone."
"Don't act like a hero now. We know you're only defending her because you're completely in love with her sister." Rin attacked him at his most vulnerable point, which is why Higuruma was being judged more so that he wouldn't become a Judge.
"My emotions toward her sister are insignificant in this case. We all have feelings, and I shouldn't be judged for them. I'm only looking at it from a strategic and ethical standpoint. Yorozu has proven herself a great asset to our community as a hunter; it would be a shame to lose her just because your ego can't handle a few negative words. If you think defending those who deserve a second chance is a bad thing, then you don't deserve the position of Judge."
Silence fell over the court. Rin didn't know how to respond to that, so she just reluctantly sat back down. Higuruma turned to Yorozu.
"Please apologize," Higuruma begged her.
"But-!"
"Please, Yorozu," he asked gently.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I'm sorry, Rin."
Seeing how Higuruma had managed to tame the commune's beast, an act no one had believed possible without bloodshed, astonishment spread like wildfire. The crowd, at first silenced by the feat, began to murmur among themselves. Their doubts dissipated. The votes, previously divided, began to shift in his favor with almost unstoppable speed.
That same night, the votes were collected. The courtroom became a sanctuary of expectant silence. The candidates, lined up with apparent serenity, awaited the outgoing Judge and the volunteers who carefully counted each sheet, checking signatures, counting names, ensuring the process was fair. Outside the building, people waited with bated breath. Some sat on the steps, others stood, all waiting for a signal, a voice, a number, something.
Higuruma tried to maintain his composure, but his nerves were eating him up inside. Fortunately, Nanako and Mimiko, always attentive, had brought him a small bag of dried fruit and seeds. As he chewed them slowly, trying to calm the trembling in his hands, he clung to the thought that, whatever happened, he had already left a mark.
Around midnight, Higuruma got up from his seat and walked over to you:
"Can we talk in private?" he asked politely.
Of course, you agreed. There was no hesitation in your voice or in your steps as you followed him. Together, you left the courthouse through the back door, the one that led to the files room a silent and solemn place where all the cases that had ever crossed the walls of the local courthouse were housed.
Higuruma didn't turn on the light. There was no need to. The two could clearly distinguish each other in the dim glow filtering through the small window above one of the tall shelves. The light drew soft contours on their faces and cast long shadows over the narrow aisles of bound papers and ancient seals. Between columns of history and legal promises, their gazes met in a silence more eloquent than any words.
"What's wrong?" you asked, confused.
"My marriage proposal still stands," Higuruma reminded you, firm.
"I already told you I won't let you lose that position, especially when you're so close," you reminded him.
"What if I don't get it?"
"What if you do?" you argued back. "I'm not going to let you do something stupid like that. Being my husband is a meaningless title compared to what you truly deserve. You are Higuruma Hiromi, the just, the defender and protector of our land. You even proved it by defending Yorozu. You were born to be the Judge!”
"Being your husband is no meaningless title!" Higuruma took your hands.
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't know. Being your husband would be an honor. I want to have you by my side, make sure you are safe, give you comfort."
"We live in a land infested by curses governed by a timetable; I think you're asking too much." You joked.
"You know what I mean by that." Higuruma sighed.
"I'll be fine, Hiromi. You can give me comfort by being a good Judge," you asked.
"I have the rest of my life to be a Judge." Higuruma guided your hands to his shoulders so you rested them there, then held your waist so you were pressed against his body. "Give this poor man a few minutes to be yours," he whispered in your ear.
"Hiromi..." You stammered in shock at the change in behavior.
Hiromi caressed your waist with her thumbs, reaching the limits of your anatomy. He pressed his forehead against yours, savoring every second you shared together in the darkness. His heart was racing. He hadn't dared to act on his feelings for fear of jeopardizing his position as Judge because of the clear feelings he had for you. So if he didn't do it now, he probably never would.
"I love you..."
"Hiromi, please," you begged, hiding in his chest.
"Just listen to me, I’m begging you." Hiromi hugged you so you wouldn't see his flushed face. "I've loved you from the first moment I met you. You're beautiful, kind, friendly, honest, tender... You're everything I need in this life. You shouldn't reciprocate my feelings, but stay by my side, I beg you," Higuruma whispered to you.
You didn't know what to say. The words simply wouldn't come, trapped between confusion and guilt. You loved Higuruma very much, that was true. You admired his kindness, his steadfastness, the way he always seemed to hold the world in both hands without expecting anything in return. He was an admirable man, but your feelings didn't match his.
With him, you didn't feel that vertigo in your chest, or the nervous tickling on your skin, or the butterflies you'd been told so many times indicated someone was in love. Being with Higuruma was like being on solid ground: safe, calm, predictable... but also, deep down, too still.
Just as you were about to reply, Yorozu opened the files room door...
"Oh, sorry. I'm leaving now." Yorozu tried to leave so as not to ruin the beautiful moment.
"You're not interrupting anything." Higuruma gently pulled you away from him. "What's wrong?"
“They're going to announce the new Judge.” 
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Present
Higuruma still remembered that day with painful clarity. It was the only memory that allowed him to savor, even if only in silence, the illusion that you had once belonged to him. A sweet and fleeting mirage amid the desert of his responsibilities. But even then, his conviction to serve the commune was stronger than any feeling. It always was... or so he believed.
You were always right. Higuruma won that vote by a landslide and became the Judge. He received the outgoing Judge's golden gavel, the symbol of the commune's highest authority, the seal of justice and balance.
That morning, after filing the last cases of the day, Higuruma allowed himself a brief respite. He stretched out on the court desk, letting his body relax for a few seconds before resuming his routine. His gaze shifted to the gavel: a piece of fine wood, adorned with a gold ribbon and a cross engraved with pinpoint precision. Sometimes he wondered if he'd done the right thing. If exchanging your love for that object had been worth it.
The doors of the court opened. Higuruma looked up and saw Haibara, King Nanami's second-in-command, enter. He had been sent to guide the commune through the new world plagued by sorcerers, to instruct them, warn them, and prepare their way. He also had another, more delicate mission: to locate hidden sorcerers, just as Mei Mei had once been.
"Good afternoon, Judge." Haibara bowed with a smile.
The people were fascinated by Haibara, just as they had been by Naoya for the time he was there. He was a tall, charismatic, and well-built man, a rare sight among the villagers who knew each other. Unlike the idiot Naoya, Haibara was extremely helpful with field and administrative work. He made sure to make a good impression to represent his nation and king well.
"It took longer than I expected, but I finished the tests to find the sorcerers in the commune." Haibara handed him the list of names.
Higuruma opened the scroll, and there were some interesting names. Nagi, for example, was a sorceress with a technique to summon a shikigami that can paralyze her opponents. There was also Kusakabe, who had a cursed technique connected to his cursed katana.
"That explains why Kusakabe didn’t need training to use his katana," Higuruma thought aloud. "Thank you for your work, Haibara. I'll ask my mother to make you a delicious lunch for your hard work."
"I appreciate it very much, Judge. Although I just need to test you."
"Me? Be a sorcerer? I doubt it." Higuruma laughed.
"Don't be so pessimistic, Judge. You can see curses, can't you? It's a good indication it could be one. Just let me ask you a couple of questions.”
"I've got nothing to lose." Higuruma shrugged.
"When you see a curse, do you prefer to face it or run away?" Haibara asked him.
"I have to face it because otherwise it's going to hurt more people, or else I'd run away."
"Interesting." Haibara thought about his next question. "When faced with a curse, have you ever felt or noticed anything out of place? Like a strange force or making a movement you wouldn't normally make?"
"No, I don't think so..."
"Do you feel a strange attachment to any object?" Haibara continued.
Higuruma glanced at his gavel, the object that symbolized his position of justice within the commune. "Perhaps my gavel was a gift from the previous Judge. It's a very precious object to me."
"That's a good sign." Haibara smiled.
"Does that make me a sorcerer?" Higuruma raised an eyebrow.
"Not necessarily. There's only one way to find out," Haibara told him before raising his hand.
As soon as he snapped her fingers, Haibara disappeared.
The Judge froze, staring at the empty space where the commander had been a moment before. He looked in every direction, hoping to see him reappear in the shadows of the chamber. Nothing. "Maybe his technique involves teleportation," he thought. Maybe he had simply left the room to go somewhere else.
Confused, Higuruma sighed and bent down to pick up the files still on the table. He intended to file them before moving on with his day. Then the door opened again. He was expecting a villager, perhaps one of his assistants. But what he found was far worse.
A curse.
Its body was compact, muscular, a deep purple that almost seemed to absorb the light. It had no eyes, but its fangs protruded grotesquely from a disfigured mouth, and its arms dangled claws so long they looked like extra fingers. It moved slowly, guided by the creaking of the wood beneath its paws, while its enormous bat-like ears picked up every vibration, every whisper.
Higuruma held his breath. No. It wasn't possible. It was barely noon. The bells hadn't rung. No one had alerted him. If that thing had made it this far without anyone stopping it, there must be a flaw in the system. A dangerous breach. He could hide in the office or the filing cabinet... but that would mean leaving someone else exposed. No. He had to face it. Or at least try.
The curse advanced, each step charged with animal instinct. Higuruma knew a single scream would give him away. He didn't have his cursed katana with him. His gaze urgently scanned the room... and then he saw it: the gavel.
He approached the desk with silent steps, without taking his eyes off the creature. He picked up the gavel, feeling its weight—more symbolic than lethal, but it was the only thing he had. He formulated a plan: he would wait until the curse was close enough, deliver a precise blow to its head, and run for reinforcements. Simple. Reasonable. Dangerous.
The Judge remained motionless, the gavel raised above his head, his muscles tense, his breath bated. The creature slowly climbed the bench, then the judge's desk, each movement more disturbing than the last. It was close. Too close. And then, with all the strength he had, Higuruma brought the blow down.
But there was no impact of flesh, no agonizing shriek. Only the hollow thud of the gavel against the wood. The curse vanished into thin air like a broken illusion. And in its place, Haibara reappeared, exactly where she had been, her brow furrowed, her eyes wide with bewilderment. An unnatural silence fell over the courtroom. The light seemed to dim, as if something had sucked the color out of the day. The court grew cold, still. Something wasn't right.
"Wow, you broke my illusion," Haibara commented in surprise, scanning the courtroom. There were no more windows or doors, just the courtroom and the bench. "Looks like you just opened up a domain expansion."
"A what?" Higuruma asked, panicking.
Haibara didn't have time to answer because a specter appeared behind Higuruma. A shikigami with an elongated, dark body and a pale face, his eyes closed with three symmetrical seams. He had three corners for limbs, two holding a scale and the other acting as a leg. The personification of blind justice.
"Tell me the name of the condemned man." The shikigami spoke, echoing with resounding intensity.
"Who are you?" Higuruma asked.
"I don't matter. I don't exist. I only serve to bring justice." The shikigami replied. "Now tell me the name of the condemned man."
"Yu Haibara," the sorcerer replied, curious to see what he would do.
An envelope appeared in Higuruma's hand. He tried to open it, but it was perfectly sealed.
"Yu Haibara is sentenced for underage drinking in the Nanami Kingdom on the seventeenth day of the third month of the year 488," the Shikigami spoke.
"Oh, that's right. The former King Nanami gave me a glass of wine for my birthday; technically, it's considered a crime because I wasn't in the legal age of drinking yet. How do you know that?" Haibara asked.
"I know everything about everyone in this court."
"What will happen if he's found guilty?" Higuruma asked the Shikigami.
"Your cursed energy will be confiscated for the remainder of the battle," the shikigami spoke.
"Oh, I understand. If the shikigami is the judge, I must prove my innocence so you don't take my cursed energy," Haibara explained.
"Present your case," the shikigami roared, causing the surroundings to tremble, showing his lack of patience.
"Oh, he's persistent." Haibara smiled excitedly. "Let's see... The previous King Nanami was the one who bought me the drink, so I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to. In Nanami's kingdom, the king's word is law, so I'm innocent."
The envelope in Higuruma's hand opened. The man took out a newspaper clipping detailing the party where the event took place. Apparently, Haibara and the previous King Nanami share the same birthday. The report says the king invited the attendees to drink to commemorate the feast.
"This is the report of the occasion. It says here that the previous King Nanami invited everyone to drink. He didn't specify that you drink, so it was your moral responsibility to abstain from drinking instead of taking his general word as a direct order. In this case, the king's word is not considered law," Higuruma explained, before banging the gavel against the base.
"Guilty. Confiscation will be carried out," the shikigami concluded.
The dark aura vanished, the shikigami disappeared, and the two sorcerers returned to the court as if nothing had happened. Haibara felt his body, making sure it was in one piece. He snapped his fingers and realized he couldn't use his technique.
"Oh, he confiscated my energy," Haibara said, surprised.
"Is it coming back?" Higuruma asked worriedly.
"Yes, I think so. Once your shikigami realizes we're not in battle, it will return." Haibara explained. "But that was surprising, Judge. I've never seen a technique as unique as yours. You were truly born to be a Judge."
"It seems like a very complicated technique to use."
"Well, you seem to be complicated too." Haibara joked. "I'll have time to train and perfect it later. For now, let me welcome you to the world of sorcerers." He took the Judge's hand and shook it vigorously in congratulations.
Higuruma smiled, not exactly thrilled by the idea of being a sorcerer, but by the possibility of becoming another weapon in the war that was drawing ever closer. "You're right again, Y/N," he thought.
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3 months later…
After Haibara managed to identify all the sorcerers hidden among the commune's inhabitants, he began training them individually. Se led each one along a different path, according to their abilities and temperament, guiding them from the most basic principles, such as the manifestation of cursed energy, to more complex domains, such as domain expansion. Under his mentorship, they flourished.
With each advance, the villagers felt more secure, more protected. The figure of the Judge, firm as ever, took on a new authority: that of someone who not only administered justice, but also knew how to surround himself with the best to preserve balance.
The night before the expected dawn, Higuruma and Nagi sat on the wall, covered by the cold breeze of the dawn yet to rise. They had spent the last few hours eliminating every curse that dared to cross into the commune. Now, in that rare moment of calm, they simply watched in silence, alert for any creature that might try to sneak in at the last minute.
Nagi glanced at him.
It wasn't an awkward silence. It was the kind of silence that can only exist between two people who've known each other for as long as they can remember. She knew everything about Higuruma: that he preferred dry sake, that he hated the stifling summer heat, that he found true passion in teaching orphaned children, that he could fall asleep in any corner as easily as he solved a case... and that he was hopelessly in love with you.
And what Nagi hated most was seeing him like this. With his eyes lost in the horizon, where the castle towers loomed like a promise that would never be his. Suffering in silence while you lived, on the other side of the walls, the fairy tale with the king he could never be.
"I don't understand why you're still in love with her," Nagi told him, breaking the silence.
"There are many reasons," Higuruma whispered.
"But she doesn't love you."
"Everyone has flaws," he joked.
"You're taking it too lightly."
"And do you take love seriously?"
"Yes, of course I do!" Nagi blushed.
She took her love for Higuruma very seriously. She was the first to wish him a happy birthday, always made sure he had everything he needed, and had faithfully stayed by his side while you played the tyrant's sweet princess. It didn't seem fair that he had fallen into your clutches like his brother had fallen into the Yorozu's.
"I just don't want you to get hurt," Nagi whispered.
"If I get hurt, it will be my own fault." Higuruma took her shoulder to pull her closer. "You'll understand the day you fall in love."
Higuruma was very clever, but at the same time very stupid. Or maybe he was simply blind to certain things. Nagi was already worse than in love; she was lost, defeated, madly in love with him. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to grab his face and shout it out without shame, without fear. But something always stopped her. It wasn't the fear of rejection—she could live with that—but something much scarier: the fear that he would look at her with pity. That his silence would become a barrier. That he would see her as a clumsy, pathetic girl, in love with the only man in the entire commune who, out of duty or conviction, couldn't have any romantic ties.
Without a word, Higuruma gently rested his head on hers as they both watched the sunrise spread over Sukuna's kingdom. A simple, almost innocent gesture, yet it dissolved all her frustration. It was, for her, her greatest torment. But also, her deepest calm.
And although she knew he would never be hers, she wanted to spend the rest of her life and all those to come by his side. In silence. Settling for moments like that. Because sometimes, the deepest love isn't measured in kisses or promises, but in staying... even when there's nothing to look forward to.
"Don't worry so much about me. Better focus on finding a good husband who will give you the big family you want."
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As the sun rose, Higuruma returned to court to begin the new batch of issues to resolve among the villagers. He sat at his high desk and called the first case, but Mei Mei jumped the line to get to the Judge first.
"If you have a dispute, wait in line with the others," Higuruma instructed.
"You asked me to keep an eye on Y/n, didn't you?" Mei Mei asked, ignoring his instruction.
"Uh-huh."
"Well, I haven't."
"What?!" Higuruma shot up from his seat, startling the participants in his first case. "What do you mean, you haven't kept an eye on her? Y/n is our greatest ally in this commune; it's our priority that she's safe."
"I know, but none of my crows have seen her in the last two months."
"Two months?!" "Why didn't you report it before?" Higuruma wanted to pull his hair out.
"Well, I thought she might have gone on a trip while I was sleeping or something, but it's been a long time. I haven't seen her through the windows, or in the parade grounds, or in the fields. But the king and her sisters are still there as if nothing had happened," Mei Mei explained.
"She must be in trouble." He thought the worst.
"Most likely." Mei Mei shrugged. "Although maybe she's sick."
"That's worse!"
"Yeah, but don't get mad, you'll get all wrinkly."
"Stop it, let me think," the Judge scolded her.
"We can always bomb the place and break in," Mei Mei suggested.
"That's it!"
"Do you really want to bomb the place? Are you crazy?"
"No! We have to go in! Ask directly!" Higuruma stood up from his desk determinedly.
"And how do you plan to do that?" Mei Mei asked, worried about the Judge's sanity.
"Just bring me a basket of strawberries," Higuruma ordered decisively.
"But they are not in season," one of the men in the court commented.
"Then whatever fruit is in season!" Higuruma lost his patience.
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Higuruma should have been terrified. It was his first time leaving the commune, and it was also his first time getting so close to King Sukuna's fearsome dark castle. The atmosphere in the curse-infested village was tense and dangerous. He traveled miles north with a basket full of peaches and his mallet hidden in his clothes, pretending to have a will of steel, but logic told him to turn back or his death would be waiting for him with jaws agape. He stopped before the great wall protecting the castle. Atop it, a pair of curses stood guard.
"Hello! I'm Hiromi Higuruma, the commune judge! I'd like to speak with the king!" He shouted, drawing their attention.
The curses looked at each other and shrugged before leaving. Higuruma opened his mouth in offense and thought of other ways to get the guards' attention again, to at least try to convince them again. The easiest way would be to throw something. So he grabbed a peach and moved a little away to get a good throwing angle. He threw it as far as he could, but…
"Who's coming to bother us?" Uraume poked their head out at that exact moment.
The peach hit Uraume's head, causing them to fall backward. Higuruma's entire face split open, surprised to hit them square in the face as if he'd done it on purpose. The servant quickly recovered and gave him a murderous glare.
"Sorry! I just wanted to get the curses' attention because they ignored me!" Higuruma explained.
"The curses on the walls don't speak, that's why they ignored you." Uraume calmly wiped the fruit juice from their face with their sleeve.
"Sorry again!"
"Just say what you're doing here." Uraume grunted, annoyed at his ineptitude.
"I've come to see Y/n. She hasn't been to the commune in a while, and I want to make sure she's okay."
"The king's servant contract prohibits visits from outsiders. You'd better leave before we execute you," Uraume ordered.
"That contract is invalid because she is no longer a servant. Sukuna's queen can receive visitors," Higuruma argued.
Uraume sensed that this plan to send you to spy on the commune would eventually backfire. I had warned the king, but he decided to go ahead with the plan because he thought the humans in the commune were stupid enough not to realize you were no longer a mere servant. That was the biggest loophole in his plans; he looked down on all humans because they were beneath their abilities.
"Also, I'm the Judge, Hiromi Higuruma. If only I could speak to the king..."
"Hiromi?" A small voice rose.
Nanako and Mimiko appeared from the wall. They were both excited to see him.
"Hello, Hiromi!" The sisters waved down at the same time.
"Hello, girls. Are you all right?" Higuruma smiled at the sight.
"We're doing very well." They both answered at the same time, as if they were in one of his classes.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see your sister. I just want to make sure she's okay."
"What do you have in the basket?" Mimiko asked curiously.
"Oh, they're peaches! My favorite!" Nanako exclaimed excitedly. "Let him in, Uraume!"
"I'm not going to let him in just because he has peaches!" Uraume scolded them.
"Talk to the king!" Mimiko exclaimed.
"But..."
"Just talk to the king!" Nanako exclaimed as well.
"I'm not going to interrupt the king just because you want peaches!" Uraume flatly refused.
"If you don't talk to the king, you'll have to deal with us," Nanako threatened. There it was. The Yorozu personality that Uraume hated with all their heart.
"Are you threatening me?" Uraume snarled.
The sisters looked at each other and smiled wickedly. "Yes."
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Sukuna was in his office, reviewing reports, taking advantage of the fact that you were asleep and didn't need anything at the moment. Everything was going well until the office door swung open. Nanako and Mimiko entered with Uraume trailing behind them, severely scolding them for their manners.
"Who do you think you are, barging into my office like that?" Sukuna roared, rising from his place to tower over them.
"My king, I'm sorry to disturb your peace, but we've come to report something very serious." Nanako spoke, kneeling before him.
"What have you come to report?" The king asked, stunned by the drastic contrast in their demeanor.
"The Judge is here, and Uraume won't let him in." Mimiko answered with her head bowed.
"What does the Judge want here?" Sukuna questioned, sitting back down in his office chair.
"See our sister."
"No, he can’t come in," the king ordered.
"But our sister will be very angry if she finds out you didn't let her best friend in," Nanako argued.
"And if she gets angry, it could stress the baby," Mimiko continued.
"And if the baby gets stressed, it could be born abnormally," Nanako warned him.
"Or worse, it could kill our sister." Mimiko smiled wickedly, her head bowed so he wouldn't see her.
Sukuna and Uraume were stunned by the consequences of not letting the Judge into the castle.
"Just let him in for 10 minutes, and you'll see how my sister will thank you quite nicely." Nanako smiled tenderly.
Sukuna sighed, faced with that prediction, he had no choice.
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Higuruma couldn't believe it. Nanako and Mimiko, his former students, had accomplished the unthinkable: convincing King Sukuna himself to grant him an audience. Who would have thought it? The twins had subdued, even if only for a few minutes, the will of the kingdom's most feared tyrant... and all for a few ripe peaches. He couldn't be more proud.
Taking advantage of the brief respite, Higuruma walked through the castle halls like someone returning home after years in exile. The servants, recognizing him, greeted him with genuine smiles, some even suppressing their emotions. He, not knowing how to express his gratitude for such affection, gave them peaches because it was all he had in his hand and began handing them out with a calm smile, as if the gesture would be enough to fill the gaps created by so many years apart. A group of servants immediately ran to the kitchen to prepare him something to eat. No one wanted the Judge to leave with an empty stomach.
Sukuna, on the other hand, watched everything with an expression filled with annoyance. Not only because he'd been blackmailed (and by two tantrum-throwing little girls, no less), but because it irritated him to see how everyone adored Higuruma. That silent aura of respect, that dignity that didn't ask permission to exist. It was… unbearably admirable.
Finally, they reached the doors of the royal chambers. Your sisters entered first, eager to let you know who was coming to see you. Meanwhile, Sukuna turned to Higuruma and gave him a look that spoke volumes: a hidden edge behind his eyes. If you did anything out of line, you would die without the right to a final word. Then, with a slight gesture of annoyance, he let him in.
As he crossed the threshold, Higuruma was momentarily dazzled by the richness of the room. Carved columns, curtains embroidered with gold threads, ornate windows that told of ancient legends. Everything shone with opulent elegance, but his gaze didn't linger on any detail for long.
Because there you were. In bed, lying serenely, wrapped in warm light. Radiant. More real and more beautiful than memory had been able to preserve. And for the first time in years, Higuruma felt time stand still.
"Higuruma!" you exclaimed excitedly. "Come in, come in... How are you?" I smiled at you.
Nanako offered him a chair to sit down. "How am I? How are you? You haven't been to the commune in a long time. We're all worried." He was really the only one worried enough to break through the castle walls in search of you.
"I'm sorry, Hiromi. I just haven't had the energy to go out these past few months," you told him with a smile so he wouldn't worry.
"Don't you have the energy? Are you sick?" Hiromi asked worriedly.
"Something like that." You pulled the covers down enough for him to see your belly. "I'm pregnant."
The news hit him like a punch to the chest. He'd managed to stay on his feet when they told him you were getting married. He'd even smiled with that quiet dignity he knew so well how to use. But this... this was different. This overwhelmed him.
And the worst part wasn't the news itself, but seeing you there, in front of him, your face lit up with a happiness so sincere it hurt. You were grinning from ear to ear, naively hoping he'd share your joy too. That he'd celebrate with you.
Higuruma felt the hole open in his chest, brutal, unfathomable. He wanted to scream, hit something, tear the pain away with his hands. But he couldn't. Not there. Not with the tyrant just a few feet away, reclining indifferently on his couch, as if all of this were nothing more than a little play entertaining him. Nanako and Mimiko were still sitting nearby, laughing softly as they shared the peaches he brought. Around him, the scene seemed almost ideal, while inside him, everything was falling apart.
"My love, I'm hungry. Could you bring me some cheese, please?" you asked with a kind smile.
Sukuna disappeared from the room in the blink of an eye, swept away by one of your whims. Higuruma barely managed to open his mouth to say something when, just as quickly, the king had returned, this time with a platter of cheeses finely arranged on a silver platter.
And then something even more disconcerting happened. With a gentleness that seemed alien to his nature, Sukuna took a piece and offered it directly to your mouth. No mockery, no violence, no arrogance. Just that silent devotion that spoke louder than any words. Higuruma never imagined he'd see the feared tyrant, the one who single-handedly subdued empires, bow like that before one of his "rats."
You dominated him without raising your voice, without demanding anything. Your presence, that light smile, the light in your eyes was enough. He was the one eating from the palm of your hand. It was in that instant that Higuruma understood everything.
You were definitely Yorozu's sister.
So different in form... and yet so similar at heart. Both with that innate ability to envelop, to seduce chaos and mold it to their advantage. You looked so sweet, so innocent, laughing softly as you accepted the bite. But behind that charming expression, Higuruma knew for sure: there was a woman capable of controlling the entire world with just a few well-chosen words. And it hurt him... because he could never have you. Even if you were free, you would have been his.
"Congratulations." Higuruma could barely speak. "How many months are you?"
"8 months old, the baby shouldn't be long in coming."
"Do you need anything? Medicine, teas, something for the baby?" Higuruma offered his help.
"Sukuna's already taken care of everything, so there's no need for you to worry."
"Is there really nothing I can do for you?" It was more of a plea than a request.
"If you could visit me more often, that would be great." You smiled at him.
"No way. I don’t allow it." Sukuna grunted.
"Don't be rude, Ryomen Sukuna. Hiromi has been very kind to me and has cooperated with you in good faith. He can enter the castle whenever he pleases." You scolded him.
"With whose permission?" Sukuna barked.
"Mine. This is my castle too." You stood up to him.
"We just got married, and you became unbearable." Sukuna gave you another piece of cheese so you'd shut up and not give another order. You couldn't help but eat with a smile on your face.
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After a visit that lasted half an hour, Higuruma was escorted by Sukuna to the exit. As the bridge lowered, he decided to muster the courage to thank him for his time.
"Thank you for letting me pass, my king." He bowed.
"Are you coming back?" Sukuna asked him directly.
Higuruma wasn't sure.
Part of him longed to return, even if only for a few minutes. To see you once more, to hear you laugh, to feel that, for an instant, time wasn't crushing him. But there was another, quieter, more painful part that feared what he might find. He didn't know if his heart could withstand seeing you again, your belly rounded by Sukuna's son, carrying within you the blood of that tyrant he swore never to bow to.
And besides, there was another risk. One he couldn't ignore: the danger of crossing the invisible line with the king, of saying the wrong word, of looking a second too long. Sukuna was unforgiving. Neither doubt nor desire nor weakness. A single misinterpreted gesture was enough to become a memory erased from history. So Higuruma remained silent. Because sometimes, loving also meant staying away. Even if all you want is to stay.
"You better do it," Sukuna ordered him.
"I thought he didn't want me in your castle?" The Judge asked, puzzled.
"Not me, but my daisy does. So you better show up again, or I'll move the curfew up an hour," Sukuna threatened him once the bridge was fully lowered.
Higuruma crossed the bridge with a threat in his pocket. He sighed heavily, having no choice but to leave you behind.
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Chapter 42: Give Me Life
King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader
Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.
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A month later…
Married life was busy. While Sukuna immersed himself in a whirlwind of reports, war plans, and strategic training with his army of curses, you remained just as busy: educating those under your care, studying tirelessly, and training at dawn. Also, as always, you defended your commune from your trench disguised as privilege.
During that time, your sisters had also grown and developed their techniques at an impressive speed without your help. Nanako turned out to be an artist with terrifying talent: her cursed technique allowed her to create detailed images of her targets, and the more precise the portrait, the more lethal the shot. Every stroke could become a death sentence.
Mimiko, on the other hand, had a darker skill. She made enchanted stuffed animals that connected with their victims, and with a simple gesture, she could suffocate them from anywhere in the world. The macabre coexisted with the tender in her technique, a contradiction that made her even more dangerous.
You knew that both of them needed to perfect their skills if they wanted to strengthen their technique. So, without hesitation, you asked Kenjaku to teach her how to draw. He agreed. Every afternoon, for an hour after your classes, Kenjaku became an art teacher: he taught color theory, anatomy, perspective, and technique. The results were quickly noticeable; Nanako's portraits began to take on a disturbing realism.
Meanwhile, you had taken Mimiko to the most talented seamstresses, the most skilled hands in the castle despite their advanced age, to teach her how to sew better and to give her the scraps of the robes the king ruined with his enemy’s blood.
At the end of the lesson, without fail, the teacher returned to his confinement. Sukuna still hadn't lifted the punishment for having the audacity to slap you. The scar of that act wasn't on your face, but on his daily condemnation.
With such busy lives, you and Sukuna rarely spent time together during the day. Your paths only crossed on dark nights after curfew, but you'd come to bed so tired that you only went to sleep. Sukuna hated it; something had to change. So you decided to make a deal with the clock: waking up an hour before dawn, just for the two of you.
You talked. You hugged in silence. You made love with the delicacy of those who didn't want the world to find you. Sometimes, all three things happened at the same time: words between kisses, caresses between sighs, and promises murmured against your skin. In that fragile hour before dawn, you weren't kings or warriors, just two souls seeking refuge in each other.
Sukuna held you by the waist while holding your backside with one of his lower hands. With the other, he held your leg over his waist, opening you enough to continue penetrating you slowly but deeply. The king kissed your flushed face while moaning at how good it felt.
"You look so beautiful." Sukuna growled before kissing your shoulder and biting at your flesh until it released a thin trail of blood, which he quickly licked to heal it.
"Kuna, don't be so rough," you begged him between moans.
"You are too damn hard to resist, my daisy. You're so soft and sweet, I just want to devour you whole so we can share the same body." Sukuna whispered to you, pressing himself closer to your body, so his member could fit better.
"You wouldn't like it if I bit you that hard," you reprimanded him.
Sukuna contemplated the idea for a moment. "Try it."
"You're crazy." You hid in his neck, ignoring his command.
"Just one bite," Sukuna pleaded in your ear. "You're not going to hurt me."
"Sukuna..." You moaned and complained at the same time.
"Come on, you'd make me the happiest man in the world if you bite me." Sukuna begged you, but you shook your head that you wouldn't. You couldn't. You didn't want to hurt him willingly. "I'll send food to the commune if you bite me."
You pulled your face from his neck to face him. "Are you serious?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. It's a great deal, isn't it?" Sukuna drew imaginary circles on your thigh.
"You're seriously crazy."
Sukuna pulled you onto his lap, expanding you even further as you sat directly on his cock. The king exposed his neck, mentally preparing himself for your bite. You caressed his voluptuous chest, moving up to his neck. You really didn't want to hurt him, but if it was for the greater good, and he was begging you, you would. You leaned down to him and sank your teeth into his shoulder. Sukuna flinched at the sting of love.
If anyone knew pain, it was Sukuna. Not as an abstract idea, but as an old lover who had accompanied him through every battle, every loss, every condemnation. He understood the suffering that not only lacerates the flesh, but gnaws at the soul. But when you were the one who bit him… when your teeth sank into his skin, and you marked him as yours, something changed.
That brief, burning pain, bursting from your mouth like a savage confession, pierced him like a burning arrow. It was a fierce reminder that he was still alive. More than that: that he was human. That he could feel. That there was still a corner of his being where pleasure and pain could intertwine in a sinful dance, without rules or redemption.
And for a moment, that god of war wasn't a curse or a legend. He was just a man, trembling beneath your hands, longing for you to show him what it was like to live. You left the mark of your fangs, leaving a trail of saliva connected to his skin. You licked the ridge to ease the pain. Sukuna grinned from ear to ear; you didn't think he'd like it this much.
"Again," Sukuna commanded.
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
Sukuna held your hips tightly to keep you in place as he moved his hips to fully penetrate you. You moaned at the drastic change in intensity and leaned back into his chest, letting yourself go. While you were there, you decided to please him and bite his neck again. Sukuna growled against your ear, causing you to become even more aroused.
"I'm all yours, my daisy." Sukuna moaned on the edge of ecstasy.
"I know, my love."
Sukuna continued moving his hips until your legs were shaking. He filled you completely, his cum dripping from your lips. He spanked you gently a few times to let you know you'd done well. He ran his hands over your cooling body, healing it in preparation for the day.
"I'm going to train now," you told him heavily, sitting on the edge of the bed.
But the change in position was too abrupt. Suddenly, the room spun around you like a slow, blurry carousel. You knew that feeling well: the vertigo that climbed up your spine, the faint ringing in your ears, the stinging behind your eyes. It wasn't new, it was just your body asking for a break. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment, searching for something to anchor you to. And you found it in him.
"Later," you whispered.
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Sukuna didn't bother hiding the bites and hickeys you left on him that morning. He displayed them with pride, leaving his robes open enough for the marks to be visible, as if they were trophies from a private war. The servants didn't dare look at him directly, but their curious eyes occasionally strayed to the king's neck, where your mark still burned on his skin.
Fortunately, neither your sisters nor Choso seemed to understand Sukuna's strangely satisfied smile, nor the blush that crept up your cheeks every time you met someone's gaze. But it was already obvious. Everyone knew what had happened that morning. The servants had no idea how they did it, nor could they imagine it.
Like every day, Uraume and the servants arrived with breakfast. The routine was the same: eggs and a generous plate of seasonal fruit. Everyone gave thanks for the food and began to eat. Everything tasted just as it should, normal and warm. Until the fifth bite.
Something in the egg changed. An uncomfortable flavor, a strange aftertaste, almost imperceptible, but enough to make your stomach clench in a sudden wave of nausea. Your body reacted before your mind. Covering your mouth, you stood up abruptly and ran to the nearest flowerpot.
Sukuna was the first to react. He stood up immediately and went after you, holding your hair with a firm but careful hand, allowing you to vomit in peace without losing your dignity. Mrs. Inoue soon appeared with a glass of fresh water, her urgent footsteps echoing on the floor as she crossed from the kitchen. Between the burning in your throat and Sukuna's worried gaze, you knew: something wasn't right.
"Was it the food?" Sukuna asked you once you'd stopped vomiting, but were still standing upright toward the flowerpot.
"Take me to Kenjaku," you begged, still nauseous and feeling dizzy worse than the morning.
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"Tell me if this hurts," Kenjaku asked before examining your breasts.
After pleading, it took him barely a second to make a decision. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you directly to the room where the sorcerer was being held. The atmosphere was tense, filled with urgency and a suppressed anxiety that not even Sukuna could hide.
Minutes later, Mrs. Inoue arrived as well, summoned by the need for a female presence, in case you needed support or simply someone to offer you something more than cold hands and clinical judgments.
Kenjaku began his examination with a calmness that contrasted with your growing discomfort. As soon as his fingers touched your breast, a spasm of pain ran through your body. You shuddered involuntarily, and a low whimper escaped your lips. It was enough.
Sukuna growled, a guttural threat born from deep within his chest. He took a step forward, his eyes blazing, possessiveness burning beneath his skin at the sight of another man touching you, even for medical reasons. But Mrs. Inoue raised a hand and firmly blocked his path.
"Yes, they sometimes hurt," you replied.
"Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, fatigue, missed period... Yes, I think it's official," Kenjaku thought aloud. "Congratulations, your majesty. You're pregnant."
Sukuna went from anger to euphoria in a breath. His eyes, which seconds before had been burning with suppressed tension, lit up with such pure emotion that it almost seemed unreal in him. Mrs. Inoue, visibly moved, brought her hands to her chest and then clapped with genuine joy, unable to suppress a smile that softened her normally disciplined and composed face.
You blinked a few times, as if your mind needed reassurance that it wasn't a dream, that those long-awaited words were real. You were pregnant. Finally. Sukuna approached you without saying anything, as if language was too clumsy for what he felt. He lifted you easily in his arms and, without warning, spun you around with strength and sweetness, laughing like you hadn't heard in a long time.
"Careful, my king! She's going to get even dizzier!" Mrs. Inoue warned him.
Sukuna stopped, but held you against his chest. "We did it, you did it, my daisy!"
Once Sukuna put you down, Kenjaku gave you medication for nausea and dizziness. He explained to the three present the precautions and care they would have to implement from that moment on, such as having a healthier diet, avoiding alcohol, and getting plenty of rest. That last bit worried you because it meant you wouldn't have many excuses to visit the commune in the coming months.
"If you have any questions or anything I can help with, you can always knock on my door, Your Majesty." Kenjaku bowed as he finished his sermon.
"I'll take that into consideration," Sukuna told him coldly.
The king took your hand to leave the room, but you refused to budge. "In fact, I'd like to speak with Kenjaku privately," you asked.
"Is there anything you need to discuss without my presence?" Sukuna questioned you, clearly offended.
"It's personal," you told him, a blush rising in your cheeks.
"What could be more personal than what we've already done? I've covered every inch of your body with my hands, but now you have something personal," Sukuna groaned.
"My king, pregnancy is something that makes women feel very vulnerable. Perhaps it's nothing like you say, but the queen needs some space to process everything." Mrs. Inoue came to your defense.
"I just have one question. I won't be longer than five minutes," you explained to Sukuna, gently squeezing his hand.
Faced with the two women's arguments, Sukuna finally agreed. "Fine, just five minutes. No more."
The king left the room angrily, but Mrs. Inoue kissed your cheek in congratulations on your baby and followed him out.
"What are you worried about, Your Majesty?" Kenjaku inquired.
"What are the chances of the baby having a mutation like the king's?" you asked worriedly.
"So that's what it's about." Kenjaku approached a table to make some tea. "Well, it's hard to know, but what I can assure you is that it's very unlikely."
"Really?"
"Sukuna is a very strange curse. He's the only one, unlike me, who has a reproductive system somewhat compatible with humans."
You couldn't help but raise your eyebrow at the word he used: "Curse." Sukuna had made it clear to you on several occasions that he was a human like you or anyone else, just with extra body parts. "Kenjaku doesn't know?" you asked yourself, confused.
"And what does that mean?"
"Well, based on the only experiment of this magnitude I had results from, there are two variables: there's a ninety percent chance that a curse will be born and a ten percent chance that a sorcerer will be born."
You quickly remembered what Noburo had told you about Kenjaku. "Six of the nine curses were eliminated, but three managed to escape." But now there was a small chance that one of those nine wouldn't be a curse, but a child...
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You left Kenjaku's room with more questions than answers. Sukuna, worried, was waiting for you outside the door. Mrs. Inoue had already left to do her chores by order of His Majesty, so now you had to face your husband alone.
"Did he answered your doubts?" Sukuna asked.
You knew that if you didn't tell him, he would probably interrogate Kenjaku. "Not really..."
"Really? I knew he was a shitty doctor; he couldn't even fix my chest pain," he complained.
You gently took his hand, and he interlaced his fingers in a firm grip so you could drag him wherever you wanted. You led him to the library, the nearest room where you could talk in peace, since only you and the children in your care usually spent time there.
"Kenjaku doesn't know you're human, does he?" you asked in a whisper, closing the door behind you.
"No, only you and Uraume know," Sukuna replied in the same tone.
"Why?"
"Because I would lose everything."
Sukuna led you to the large window and pointed to some of his curses as they stood guard, all of them in shining armor against the gentle sun in the red sky.
"I acquired most of my lands myself, but curses are good for securing them," Sukuna explained. "They only obey their own kind, like rats, so they only obey me because I've made them believe I'm a curse."
Now you understood. Sukuna, thanks to his humanly impossible physique and his extreme hatred of humanity, had convinced them he was one of them. It wasn't like he needed much proof; he was too powerful a creature for anyone to go against him. With that combination of guild and terror, Sukuna achieved the unthinkable for any human.
"If they ever found out, they'd rebel. Which means I'd have to start from scratch." You were staring so hard out the window that you didn't see him grab your jaw and pull you towards his face, hovering you a few inches off the ground. "So if you ever tell anyone, you'll be the first rebel I'm going to take care of."
You'd forgotten. This feeling that completely paralyzed your body, terror freezing your veins. Your breath caught in your throat, and you didn't even know how to react. Scream? Protest? Fight? All options led to nothing, and you just wanted to run away. His wicked eyes scanned your face, consuming your fear like a beautiful painting.
"I won't tell anyone, my king," you stammered before your throat closed.
"Good." Sukuna smiled at you before letting you go.
As if nothing had happened, Sukuna placed a soft, warm, almost tender kiss on your cheek and walked away with a determined stride in search of Uraume, determined to fulfill the promise he had made you that very morning. His attitude was so casual, so rehearsed, affectionate, that for a moment he almost managed to sell the illusion of a life in harmony.
You clenched your fists, your knuckles turning pale under the pressure of your frustration. Sukuna loved to play the happy family game, as if everything else were irrelevant, as if he wasn't the one who shattered that fantasy as soon as something didn't go his way. It only took an instant for his voice to turn threatening, for that figure of a devoted husband to crack and reveal the tyrant he had always been. Because that was what he was. Not your lover, not your refuge. He was the villain you had been fighting a secret war against, even as you lay in his arms.
You stared out the window for a while, your eyes fixed on the horizon without really seeing it. The clouds had that uncertain gray color that precedes a storm. You placed a hand on your stomach, that new heart beating inside you, and asked yourself the question that gnawed at you from deep within: "What else am I not seeing?"
Perhaps there were other shadows surrounding you, other truths disguised as promises. And before continuing with the plan, before taking the next step in that game of masks, you knew you had to see clearly. It was in the midst of that charged silence, in your expectant solitude, that a voice emerged behind you. Subtle at first, almost like a whisper carried by the wind...
"What did Kenjaku say to you?"
You squealed at the shock, but relaxed when you saw that it was only Nanako with her box full of art supplies.
"Don't scare me like that again." You scolded her, following her to the nearest table where she would start drawing. "Did you hear my conversation with the king?"
"The king was here?" Nanako sat down at the table and took out a piece of paper to start practicing. You sighed, relieved that she didn't know the secret.
"Where's Nanako? I want to give you both good news at the same time."
"You're pregnant," Nanako cut the chase. 
"What?! How do you know?" you asked.
"Oh, come on, you just got married, and the king never lets go. It was bound to happen eventually," Nanako explained. "Congratulations, sister."
Sometimes you forgot how hateable your little sisters could be. Little replicas of the Yorozu, with that lethal mix of arrogance and boundless enthusiasm. They were miniature know-it-alls, and it was all Higuruma's fault. He taught them everything he knew, but he did so with scolding, as if he were disciplining a pair of undisciplined soldiers instead of raising two little girls. He always treated you with impressive patience, with that subtle tenderness that never became condescending.
You looked through the contents of Nanako's box with curiosity. Kenjaku, true to his role as an involuntary teacher, had given her an artistic arsenal: brushes of various thicknesses, charcoal, pencils of different types, watercolors, tubes of oil paint, and special papers. Everything she needed to perfect her talent.
Among the materials, you also discovered a portfolio. Upon opening it, a collection of drawings greeted you as if you were invading a secret corner of her mind. There were portraits of almost everyone in the castle. But the one that caught your attention most was one of Kenjaku.
It wasn't a quick sketch or a casual study. It was a meticulous portrait, detailed down to the shadows on her neck and the tension in her jawline. It honestly seemed like he'd sat down for her himself. Right next to it was another portrait: Choso, serene, with an expression bordering on melancholic. The level of detail was astonishing, almost unsettling.
"These two are very good," you told him. "Can I keep them?"
"What do you want them for?" Nanako questioned you.
"Business." That was all you told her.
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Kusakabe silently patrolled the top of the wall, that imposing boundary separating Sukuna's kingdom from the commune. Night would soon fall, and with it, the tacit permission to draw his katana. But for now, he had to wait. The Judge had been clear in his decree: no open weapons before nightfall. They couldn't risk an enemy lookout noticing they were armed. The appearance of defenselessness was their most fragile and most valuable shield.
Kusakabe halted his steps, sensing it before he saw it: a change in the air, in the rhythm of the horizon. In the distance, amid the golden glow of twilight, something was moving with deliberate slowness. He squinted. It didn't take long for him to make out the shapes.
A caravan.
A large formation of curses was approaching from the south, heading directly toward the wall. But what was disturbing wasn't just their number—dozens, perhaps more than a hundred—but their behavior. They didn't run, they didn't roar, they didn't rush forward with the savage fury they usually displayed in every attack. No. They advanced single file, in complete silence, dragging with them more than ten heavy carts, overflowing with sacks piled like corpses.
"What's going on?" Nagi asked Kusakabe.
"I have no idea, but notify the Judge what's happening," Kusakabe ordered her.
"Immediately." Nagi ran off toward Higuruma's office.
Kusakabe and several of the nearest guards moved forward to the edge of the wall, cautiously watching the movements of the curses. The archers remained tense, ready in case the scene turned into an ambush. But what they saw was not an attack, nor a provocation.
The creatures simply unloaded the wagons, one by one, with clumsy but precise movements. None made a sound nor looked up. They just left the cargo lined up in front of the wall, like dark offerings, and left without a word. The ground trembled slightly beneath their footsteps until they disappeared into the distance.
Before leaving, one of them, the tallest of the others, dressed in a shabby vest that suggested some rank, took out a rolled-up scroll and carefully placed it on the wagon closest to the wall. Then, as if its task was complete, it turned and disappeared behind the rest.
"I'm here!" Higuruma walked as quickly as he could to reach the gate, Nagi hot on his heels. "10 wagons? Do you know what's in them?"
"We haven't the slightest idea," Kusakabe told him before opening the gates.
One by one, they approached the wagons cautiously, as if each step could trigger an invisible trap. The air was thick, heavy with silence. The wagons remained motionless, still as newly lined graves. Higuruma was the first to notice the scroll. In the center, the seal still intact, shone the symbol everyone knew: the bloody rose. The official seal of King Sukuna. An emblem as feared as it was respected, a symbol of absolute power and irreversible punishment.
Higuruma didn't hesitate. He moved forward with a firm step, his fingers steady despite the knot in his stomach. He broke the seal with a single movement, and the echo of the breaking seal seemed to resonate far beyond those walls. He unrolled the scroll as everyone held their breath.
"Be jubilant that the rib of the terrible is kind to those it remembers."
"What the hell does that mean?" Kusakabe asked, astonished.
"This is from Y/n." Higuruma summarized the note.
"How do you know?"
"The letter was written by the king. Y/n would never write something so complicated. 'The rib' is a way of saying 'wife,' 'of the terrible' is referring to himself, and 'kind to those it remembers' is a poetic way of saying he's giving us this." Higuruma explained, opening one of the bags from the carts; it was carrots.
The judge and the guards inspected the contents of the rest of the sacks. They all contained some kind of food. From seasonal vegetables like pumpkins, potatoes, and onions to grains like rice, beans, and lentils. It was a gigantic pantry to be distributed among the commune. The king, for the first time in his entire life, seemed to be very generous... suspiciously generous. "What did you have to do to get us all this?" Higuruma asked, looking towards the castle as if he could ask you telepathically.
"Judge, there's a scroll hidden in the rice!" Nagi called out.
Higuruma took the scroll. It didn't have the royal seal; it was only tied with a piece of string. Upon opening it, he found a picture of a man with black hair, dressed like a monk, and a face that could take anyone's breath away.
"Wow, what a man..." Nagi whistled at the image.
Higuruma checked the second drawing; it was of a little boy playing on a rocking horse. He had a pair of high pigtails and eyes lost in space. Both were beautiful drawings, but what did they mean? He turned the page, where he found a note from you:
"Higuruma:
A fleet from the Nanami Kingdom will soon arrive with resources to improve our chances of survival. Trade this portrait to obtain it. I leave it in your hands.
Sincerely, Y/n."
"This one was actually written by her." Higuruma smiled at your signature.
"How did she get a deal with the Nanami Kingdom?" Nagi asked in shock.
"I have no idea." Higuruma smiled subtly at the thought of you really working hard from your trenches.
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Three months later...
Being pregnant was incredibly boring.
That pregnancy, so eagerly awaited by many and so closely watched by others, had robbed you of much of your freedom. Following Kenjaku's recommendations, your lessons were canceled to avoid the slightest trace of stress. You were also not allowed to help the servants, for fear of tiring you out. And leaving the castle... out of the question.
So your days had become long and easy, wrapped in a slow, lethargic routine. You spent the afternoons playing with your sisters, taking care of your children when it was allowed, or losing yourself among pages and pages of books that were already beginning to repeat themselves. You read until sleep overcame you, or until Sukuna appeared, enveloped in the metallic scent of the battlefield or the ink of his documents.
The cravings weren't long in coming either, capricious and relentless. Lately, the only thing that seemed to calm your stomach was squash with cheese or rice with noodles, and in large quantities. Your belly was beginning to round proudly, a visible sign of the tiny heart beating inside you. The beautiful dresses you once adored were relegated to the back of the closet. Now you wore light, loose clothes with soft ribbons around the bust and fabrics that could be easily removed.
With nothing much else to do, you began spending more time in front of the piano. You still couldn't play like Sukuna—his four hands seemed born for music—but your progress was evident. And Kenjaku, ever observant, assured you that playing music for the baby and talking to him frequently could promote his development.
So you did. The last notes of a cheerful melody floated through the playroom air, like golden butterflies, before dissolving into silence. You smiled, satisfied. Another well-executed piece. But the smile twisted almost immediately, replaced by a sudden, faint grimace of pain. The baby kicked hard. You brought your hands to your belly. It was alive, present and strong. And though your world had gotten smaller, inside, something gigantic was growing.
“Do you want me to play again?” you asked the baby, feeling another kick in your belly. “I’m coming, I’m coming… I hope you won’t be such a spoiled child when you’re born.”
You gently closed the music book, letting the faint echo of the last notes still vibrate in the air. You stretched a little, your muscles sore from sitting for so long, and went to find the next title on your list. Returning the notebook to its place on the shelf, you noticed you’d already finished them all.
You pursed your lips, slightly surprised. You looked up, scanning the top rows of the bookcase with your eyes as if something new might materialize on its own. Then you saw it. In the fifth row, barely visible between two worn volumes, a book protruded slightly. Its spine was black, made of aged leather, but it had a word engraved on the side in gold letters: “Piano.”
Carefully, you pulled one of the rolling ladders that adorned the highest shelves and began to climb, step by step, feeling the weight of your belly as you balanced. When you finally reached the correct height, you reached out and picked up the book. It was heavier than you expected.
Just as you were about to carefully step down, a loud voice resounded through the room like suppressed thunder:
“What the hell you think you’re doing up there?!” Sukuna exclaimed.
The shock was so sudden that you didn’t have time to think or move carefully. Instinctively, you took a step back, searching for the next rung of the ladder… but you couldn’t find it. Vertigo bit at the back of your neck, and in a second everything turned upside down.
You fell backward, the book still clutched in your hands as if letting go was worse than falling. The air cut through your breath, and the world spun in a blur of wood, shelves, and fear. You thought of the baby. You thought of the impact.
But you never hit the ground.
A pair of strong, secure arms caught you mid-descent, as if they'd come out of nowhere. The impact never came. All you felt was the racing heartbeat of another body against yours, and the pressure of all-too-familiar hands around your waist.
"Are you crazy?! You're pregnant! Think for a damn minute before you do things!" Sukuna yelled at you, clearly upset, and with good reason: you had put his baby at risk for a book.
Pregnancy had made you more sensitive, more vulnerable to emotional ups and downs. All it took was Sukuna raising his voice for the tears to start flowing, silent and sudden. You didn't even try to stop them. Your eyes were burning before you could even reason why.
Sukuna stood still for a second, bewildered. As if he didn't fully understand what had just happened. But when he saw your face, something inside him snapped. It felt like he'd accidentally stepped on a cat's tail. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest, with a gentleness that contrasted with everything he stood for. His hands, which had known death and war, now trembled slightly when he touched you. He hugged you carefully, as if afraid of breaking you even more.
"Sorry..." You sobbed into his shoulder.
"There, there..." Sukuna stroked your hair tenderly. "You scared me," he whispered.
"I just wanted a book," you stammered, your eyes watering.
"I know, I know, my daisy. Next time, ask me to bring you something or whatever you need so you don't put yourself at risk," Sukuna asked, wiping your tears with his thumb.
"I don't feel like playing the piano anymore," you whimpered. "I'm tired."
"Do you want me to play a song for you, or would you rather go to bed?" Sukuna asked you.
"Play me a song." You sniffed to stop crying.
"Any song you want."
Sukuna sat down in front of the piano. He settled you in his arms, cradling you with his lower arms to make you more comfortable. With his upper arms, he began to play a beautiful ballad for you. He didn't need sheet music or memory, just letting himself flow in front of the keys.
"He seems to like the way you play," you whispered to Sukuna, caressing your stomach.
Sukuna stopped playing for a moment to caress your belly as well. The baby's small kicks appeared, showing Sukuna that his future heir was soon to be a reality.
"He's strong," you whispered. "Like his father."
Sukuna placed a silent kiss on your forehead, like someone leaving an offering on an altar. Then he returned to the piano, letting his fingers glide naturally over the keys, plucking soft, almost thoughtful notes that floated through the room like echoes of a thought he didn't dare say aloud. But inside, something weighed on him.
He had brought so much death to the world. He had reduced kingdoms to ashes, buried empires under the weight of his cruelty, erased names and faces with an ease that had become his habit. And now, against all odds, he had created life.
The irony tightened his stomach like a knot of thorns. His mouth tightened. The taste that formed on his tongue was bitter, incomprehensible. He didn't know how to name it. Guilt, perhaps. Or fear. Perhaps the certainty that he wasn't made for this, that his hands, so skilled at killing, should never have been responsible for something as fragile as a child.
A single glance was enough. You were sleeping soundly in his arms, your face relaxed, one hand on your belly. Your breathing was slow, steady. You had trusted him even with your eyes closed. Sukuna closed his eyes, let his fingers find the melody on their own, and for a moment... he believed that maybe, just maybe, there was still redemption somewhere in his existence.
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Night had finally fallen over the commune of Sukuna's kingdom, enveloping everything in a thick veil of silence and shadow. The air carried with it the salty scent of the Spectral Sea. Higuruma was still there, on the sidelines. He had been silently guarding the note you had left for him months ago. A veiled promise, warning and hope at the same time. If anyone was going to help them, if some secret alliance dared to break Sukuna's yoke, it would come from the coast. From the sea.
That was why he was there, alongside a small detachment of loyal guards, stationed in one of the commune's most vulnerable spots. A place where the mist never completely dissipated and where the sea, far from being a promise of escape, seemed like a bottomless pit riddled with eyes glittering beneath the waves. The creatures of the Spectral Sea lurked silently, waiting for a false step to strike. A single mistake, and any of them could disappear without a trace.
Sitting on a damp, rough stone, Higuruma reviewed his options over and over, with less and less conviction. He had waited too long. The message had been clear, but the days passed, the months fell like dry leaves, and the promised resources still hadn't arrived. How much longer could he stay there, betting his faith and his men on an apparition that might never come? Time was running out. And the war… wasn't waiting for anyone.
"Judge, over there!" One of the guards warned him to look at a distant point out at sea.
A fleet of three vessels slowly emerged from the sea mist, approaching the shore like specters finally answering the call. At first glance, they seemed loaded to the brim, heavy with their contents and the silence with which they sailed the Spectral Sea. Higuruma squinted, studying their silhouette. He didn't dare feel relief yet.
"Bring in as many as you can." He ordered firmly. "But don't neglect the retaining wall."
The guards nodded and dispersed. Higuruma, on the other hand, remained on the shore, alone, the salty wind on his face and tension throbbing in his temples. From the folds of his robes, he pulled out a portrait: yours. The one you had sent him months ago, along with the note. He stared at it for a moment, as if he needed to remind you. As if seeing your face would give him the strength to believe that not all was lost.
Then the first boat docked. And it was as if hell had opened up.
Dark, twisting creatures suddenly emerged from the depths, aquatic curses violently breaking the surface, as if they had been waiting for this moment for centuries. The shore became a battlefield in a matter of seconds. Higuruma instantly drew his katana, ready to rush into combat and aid the newcomers. He barely took a step before he stopped.
His help didn't seem necessary. The sorcerers descending from the boat moved with lethal precision, like a choreography of steel, fire, and curses. They didn't retreat, they didn't hesitate. In a matter of minutes, all the creatures were annihilated with chilling efficiency. Only black foam remained on the water… and silence.
From the first boat, a wooden plank was pushed onto dry land, forming a makeshift bridge. Higuruma moved forward cautiously, his hand still near the handle, just in case. When the first man stepped onto the sand, he stopped. He was tall. Blond, combed to the sides with deliberate carelessness. A solemn face, weathered by experience. And sharp eyes that needed no introduction.
The one and only. The unparalleled.
“You must be the Judge, Hiromi Higuruma. My name is Kento Nanami, the king of the Nanami Kingdom.” He introduced himself while his men waited on their sharpshooters for instructions. “I’m sorry I was late. The situation in my kingdom, well… isn’t very favorable right now with the impending war.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my king. Indeed, my name is Hiromi Higuruma. At your service.” He knelt solemnly alongside the others from the commune, but the king asked him to stand and discuss business.
“I’ll get to the point, Lord Higuruma. Your queen promised me proof that she has a promising boy sorcerer from the Kamo clan and the body of the deceased, Geto Suguru. Do you have it?”
“So these are the ones in the drawings,” Higuruma thought before taking them out of his robes. “Yes, here they are, Your Majesty.” He handed them to him with another bow.
The man reviewed the drawings. The boy's didn't give him much information, but it had Kamo features, from his dark hair to the blank look in his eyes. King Geto's, on the other hand, made him shudder. You hadn't lied to him; King Sukuna did possess Kenjaku's body, and he looked more alive than ever with that seductive smile, his signature hair, and modest suit. You had kept your promise, and he was satisfied. Now came the hardest part: the deal.
"Sukuna's queen told me to discuss the details of the resources with you." The king slipped the drawings into his military jacket and took out another scroll.
"What kind of resources are we talking about?" Higuruma inquired.
"Food, drinking water, clothing, cursed weapons, shields, monocles..." King Nanami finished what he had written.
"Monocles?" Higuruma asked, confused.
Nanami snapped his fingers, and one of his soldiers brought him a monocle, a round lens with a steel chain that could be attached to clothing.
"Our most important invention in the Nanami Kingdom: cursed monocles. With these, people who can't see curses will now be able to. It's a good survival tool," he explained.
"Oh, wow, I didn't know something like this existed." Higuruma looked at him in surprise.
"I'll also leave one of my best sorcerers here to help you in these difficult times ahead." Nanami called after him to introduce himself properly.
A tall man, not as tall as Nanami, with brown hair and a sticky smile, approached them both and bowed to the Judge. "My name is Yu Haibara, second-in-command. It's a pleasure."
"Is that enough?" The blond man handed the contract to the Judge.
Now Higuruma understood the situation better. You had promised King Nanami to hand over the people in the drawings if they brought them resources for their survival. “You’re very clever, Y/n,” Higuruma thought, proud of your work in helping them.
“Can you give me a clear idea of how long Mr. Yu Haibara will be staying?” Higuruma inquired when he saw that it had an arrival date, but not a departure date, which meant Haibara could leave whenever he wanted.
Now the king understood why you sent Higuruma to make the deal. He reviewed the contract with a determined gaze, looking for loopholes or gaps that could be misinterpreted later. He didn’t seem like it, but he was as cunning as a fox and cautious as a cat.
“When the commune is out of danger from the war,” Nanami replied.
“Then that is more than enough, Your Majesty. Thank you very much.” Higuruma bowed to her, and everyone in the commune followed suit.
Although he wasn't a king, the way Higuruma spoke and summoned his people was worthy of one. You had chosen a good partner to combat the tyrant's threats.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you." King Nanami offered a handshake. "Bring out the resources!" he ordered his crew.
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Chapter 2.
Thug!Toji Fushiguro x Erotica Writer!Reader
← Previous - Next → (26/07)
Summary: When your toxic ex-fiancé steals everything—your home, your savings, your sense of worth—you’re left with nothing but an empty manuscript and a soul-sucking job at a convenience store. Then he walks in.
Warnings: Clear Age Gap (Toji is 40) Domestic Violence. Use and Abuse of Drugs. Reader uses marijuana. Alcohol Abuse. Grief. Nudity. Smut.
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It was the first time I'd ever met my best friend's father. I knew I couldn't fall in love with him. Ino would hate me if I admitted that just seeing her father sent a strange tingle of excitement through my body. I wanted to get Mr. Futamoto out of my mind, but I couldn't. His toned arms and large chest were calling my name, and I wanted to sink into them. I wanted to become one with him, to feel his body close to mine and inside me. It was an untouched addiction I couldn't easily shake.
A thin trail of smoke escaped from your lips. The urban noises from the street below didn't bother you with your headphones on, sensual music flirting with your ears for inspiration. You stretched and admired the other apartment complexes for a moment. Monotonous and boring, a completely different sight than what you had grown accustomed to in your penthouse. You missed home, but knew you couldn't go back there so easily. You returned to her notebook and continued writing. It had been a long time since you felt this peaceful writing like you had that afternoon.
The apartment door opened, and Shoko entered the building. You smiled at her arrival, taking off your headphones, put out her joint in the ashtray, and went out to greet her. You helped her with her work bag and lunchbox. Shoko was a full-time nurse, so you cooked most of her meals and cleaned the apartment the best you could.
“I thought you said you were going to quit,” Shoko commented, quickly noticing the strong scent coming from your breath. You smiled guiltily, helping her unpack her things.
You and Shoko hadn't known each other for more than three weeks, but when the nurse found out her favorite writer was being treated at her hospital, she couldn't resist going to meet her. Ever since you met her, you felt you could trust her and that Shoko genuinely cared about your well-being. Something you didn’t have in a long time.
“It's just to celebrate I found a muse for my next book,” you commented happily before showing her the notebook. Shoko widened her eyes, took your hands, and started squealing and jumping in circles with excitement.
“You found your muse! You must tell me everything!” Shoko exclaimed, pulling her hand so they could both sit on the comfortable brown sofa in the middle of the living room.
“You met him on Bumble? I told you it was a great dating app,” Shoko commented proudly. You just laughed and shook your head.
“I met him at work, a customer,” You explained, clutching a pillow to your chest as you remembered that mysterious man with the intense green gaze.
“A Quickie customer?” Shoko asked, confused, slightly judging you.
“Yes. Tall, muscular, and simply gorgeous. I swear there's no other man like him in this world, or at least I've never seen anyone like him before. With such a dominant and manly energy.” 
You recounted it as if he was a dream, but you were pretty sure he was real. You explained in detail his intense eyes, his flirtatious lips, his dangerous features, and his attractive body. Shoko sighed in love at the thought; now she understood why he was your muse. 
“Did he give you his number?” Shoko asked excitedly. Your smile flattened instantly.
“I could barely stutter through a couple of sentences. How could I ask for his number?” You asked, disappointed in yourself. “Besides, he's much older than me, he probably has a wife and kids.” You snorted, feeling jealous of a hypothetical woman. Shoko grabbed your shoulder and looked at straight in the eye.
“Darling, married men with kids don't go to convenience stores for dinner at 1 a.m,” She stated the obvious. You giggled at Shoko's seriousness.
“Anyway, I just got out of a toxic relationship. I'm not ready to date anyone else, you know?” You explained, briefly remembering your idiot ex, Mahito. 
“It's okay to have fun once in a while,” Shoko raised both eyebrows suggestively.
“I'm not going to have fun with a 40-year-old,” you joked.
“Oh yeah! Says the girl of 28-year-old!” Shoko returned the joke, and you both began to laugh nonstop. For you, it was so nice to have someone to laugh with after the rough patches you had to go through recently.
“Besides, this is one hot old man, you don’t see them often in the wild. You should definitely fuck him!” She encouraged her by patting your head like a dog to help her understand. You just rolled your eyes. 
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3 weeks later…
That attractive customer, whom you didn't plan on seeing again after that night, returned. Twice more that first week, three times the following week, and twice this week. You were happy to see the man more often, and he always seemed to be in a good mood despite the awkward hour of dawn.
Shoko had advised you to check if he was wearing a ring, and on his next visit, you discovered that he was indeed not wearing one. You only checked out of curiosity, though, as you didn't care in the least, as you had no plans to fuck with him.
You had finished your daily tasks at the store and just had to wait until 3:00 a.m. to go home. You continued writing in your notebook, unconcerned about spelling and grammatical errors; after all, it was only a rough draft. You simply let your imagination take care of putting all your hidden fantasies down on paper. That was until you heard the light ringing of the front doorbell.
There he was again, as handsome as ever. You gave a welcoming bow, to which he just smiled. It was already a routine for you. He would arrive, you would welcome him, he would buy some instant ramen with a green tea, prepare it, eat it, they would say goodbye, and he would leave. You were always excited to see him, even though you hid it very well.
The man handed his products to the register, and you checked them out. As always, an instant ramen and a green tea. He was your only regular customer, so today you wanted to engage him in a little more conversation; maybe something would inspire you to write.
“Did you find everything you were looking for?” You scanned the products.
“Yes, everything’s fine,” he replied calmly before paying for the items as usual.
“Can I ask you a question?” you asked before handing back the products. 
“You already did,” he joked. You couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. It had been a silly question.
“I meant, wouldn't I bother you with a question?” You explained shyly.
“It depends on what kind of question it is,” he answered curiously.
“How can you maintain a body like that on a diet like this? You always buy the same thing every time you come,” you asked, pointing at the high-calorie foods the man was holding.
“Do you wanna know my secret?” The man said, leaning over the counter without any problem. “He is so close!” you thought, feeling your cheeks turn red.
“When you have a great genetics like mine, you can eat anything,” he whispered so only you in the entire world could hear. Your eyes opened in surprise, not at the secret, but at his sultry voice caressing your ears.
“Oh, how lucky.” That’s the only thing you could tell him at how stunned you were by the whole interaction. The man smiled at you again as he moved away from your body to return to the next step of his routine: preparing his dinner and eating in peace.
While he ate, you wrote nonstop, creating this distant and strangely intimate atmosphere. Between the sounds of graphite against paper and the sips of cheap soup, the two coexist in this brightly lit corner in the middle of the young night. Your favorite customer finished dinner and threw the trash into their respective recycling bins.
“Good night,” you wished him with a bow.
“Good night, Y/n,” he returned the gesture with a smirk
“Wait, how do you know my name?” you asked, confused. He pointed to his chest, and you quickly realized how stupid you were. 
You had forgotten you were wearing a name tag this whole time. He let out a hearty laugh and left the store. Your face was as red as a tomato of embarrassment. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. “What a terrible impression I've given my muse,” you thought, annoyed with yourself.
You watched him walk away through the window and sighed. He knew your name, but you wanted to know his. “One embarrassment more doesn't hurt,” you thought to build some courage. You took a deep breath and left the register. You opened the door of the establishment and stuck your head out so he could hear you loud and clear.
“Excuse me!” You exclaimed to get his attention. He turned around immediately.
“You are my only regular. I'd like to know your name.” The man was a bit shook at the request, but he smirked at you again. 
“My name is Toji, Toji Fushiguro,” he replied politely. You smiled back.
“I'm Y/n.” He looked at her for a second longer.
“Thank you for worrying about me, Y/n,” he said before continuing on his way. 
You sighed, and watched him slowly walk away, disappearing into the night as usual. “I really hate when you have to go, but I love watching you go,” you whispered as she remembered how good those faded jeans looked on him.
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MMA Fighter Sukuna!!
(Also a shading study of @/kcokaine!!)
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at the beach where he belongs 🌊
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[comm] Izuku and Rody convention date
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finished heh, MMA SUKUNA
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Chapter 1.
Thug!Toji Fushiguro x Erotica Writer!Reader
Next → (18/07)
Summary: When your toxic ex-fiancé steals everything—your home, your savings, your sense of worth—you’re left with nothing but an empty manuscript and a soul-sucking job at a convenience store. Then he walks in.
Warnings: Clear Age Gap (Toji is 40) Domestic Violence. Use and Abuse of Drugs. Reader uses marijuana. Alcohol Abuse. Grief. Nudity. Smut.
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“I would die for you, darling. I would do anything to prove to you that I am yours,” Mr. Futamoto promised sincerely. It was as if he were saying his last words, his mantra, his eternal promise. His green eyes gazed into mine intensely, memorizing every detail of the gaze that had captivated my heart and soul. The azure undertones of my iris, the depth of my jet-black pupils, and the length of my flirtatious eyelashes.
I didn't know what to say. My lips trembled from the cold raindrops that covered me from head to toe. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, my undying desire for him, and that he was the only man in my life. He didn’t hold back any longer; he pulled me closer in his strong, warm arms and…
The doorbell rang, causing you to lose focus on your storytelling mode. You turned away from your computer screen and leaned back in the office chair, annoyed. After a couple of few seconds, and the doorbell rang again. A heavy sigh escaped your lips before removing your special computer glasses and quickly leaving the office to welcome the unexpected guest. At the door, Sukuna and Geto were waiting, your roommate's friends.
Sukuna was a tall man, covered in tribal-style tattoos and with spiky pink hair. Always wearing a flirtatious smile on his face, showing that no one could easily take his confidence away. Geto had a similar height, with long black hair, a sharp jaw, and piercings that gave him character. He was a little more serious than the previous one, but since they were friends, nothing good could be expected from the duo.
“Hello, darling. Is Toji here? We need to talk to him,” Sukuna asked, taking off his sunglasses and placed them on his head. 
They were both always dressed in their favorite luxury brands. It wasn't unusual for women to find them attractive if they always dressed and smelled good.
“I'll go find him, he's probably asleep,” you replied, letting them into your penthouse. 
The friends, already used to wander around the house as if it was their own, entered and looked for snacks in the kitchen while they waited. 
“You invite your friends and I end up hosting them,” you thought, annoyed. Living with Toji wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as he was clean, kind, and polite. Unfortunately, like any roommate, had his downsides. He slept late, his friends were always over, and sometimes he didn't do the dishes when it was his turn.
You went up the stairs to the master bedroom and put your ear to the door. A giggle tickle your throat when you could hear Toji's loud snores. It was 3 p.m. and he was still asleep. You knocked on the door and called his name to see if he would wake up, but nothing. “Just like I thought,” you told yourself. 
You opened the door and there he was in all his glory. Toji asleep face down, completely naked. He used to sleep in boxers and a shirt, but he acquired a new habit since summer hit Japan. You studied him for a second for the chapters you would write for your erotic novel in the future. His big feet, his long legs, his strong thighs, his great ass, his perfectly sculpted back, his broad shoulders, and the black hair that adorned his head. 
He was an unnamed Greek god, and your eyes always felt blessed whenever you saw him in that state. That was the only thing that made you forgive him for his human failings. You smiled to herself before grabbing a white pillow from the bed, pretend to reload it like a weapon, and slamming it onto his back.
“It's time to wake up!” you screamed at him. Toji grunted in complaint, and you gave him another feather smack. “Your friends are here!” 
He struggled to understand what was going on and glared at you, annoyed. You just smiled before smacking him across the face this time. You laughed out loud at the man's surprised expression at this surprise attack. Toji threw his pillow at you, and you dodged it with your own.
“Get up, up, up!” she sang cheerfully to annoy him even more.
Toji snorted and sat up in bed. Looking down, he quickly noticed he was completely exposed and that you were staring intently at his large cock. He immediately blushed and pulled the blanket over his crotch.
“I know you write porn, but it's not normal for you to stare at my dick like that!” Toji scolded. You just smirked and threw the pillow at him, which he caught perfectly.
“Relax, I've seen bigger ones,” you mocked before leaving his room. Toji glared at your with a clenched jaw.
“Y/n!” he yelled, offended.
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Two months ago…
“Y/n!” The manager of the Quickie, the convenience store where you worked the night shift, called out. 
It was a corner store with three aisles and a large refrigerated and frozen food area. It was 10 p.m., the time the manager always went home. You left the back warehouse at the call. You ironed your uniform with your hands—a blue sweatshirt with the embroidered logo and a name tag pressed onto it, and black pants—to bid the old man farewell.
“See ya tomorrow, Mr. Inoue. Rest well,” you said with a respectful bow.
“Get rid of what's expired and serve the customers well. See you tomorrow,” he said before leaving the store. 
You returned to the warehouse for a basket to get to work. Walking through the aisles, you began checking each product, paying attention to the tiny expiration dates, and sorted out the ones that would be your dinner for that evening.
You were overjoyed to found such a simple and comfortable job after a year of rough patches and toxicity. Despite that, you still couldn't fully comprehend how you got into this situation. Where did everything go wrong? You used to have an amazing job, a loving boyfriend, and a luxurious penthouse after years of saving and hard work—what more could you ask for with a life like that? Easy. To maintain that life forever.
Years ago you met Mahito, your first and only muse, in your last year of school while studying at one of Tokyo's top universities. Many scoff at the existence of love at first sight, even you did until you experienced it firsthand. When you saw Mahito play that guitar with skill and passion on that glittering stage with his band, your heart fluttered in your chest as if it wanted to escape from your ribs and run to him. 
His light slate gray hair waving in the glory air, his bare chest sweaty from the adrenaline of the concert, and his leather jacket decorated with ornate studs. His strong, long legs wrapped in vinyl pants made him look like a true rock star. Mahito had a smile that shone brighter than all the lights surrounding him. The moment your gazes met, you knew he would be yours. He smiled at her, a genuine and honest smile, something that couldn't be replicated twice in a lifetime, something you would do anything to see again.
After the concert, you chatted for hours and laughed like never before. Despite being surrounded by drunken young people and eardrum-shattering music, they felt like the only ones in the world in that intimate, fleeting moment. You were Mahito's, and he was yours. There was no doubt about it, and you would make sure of it. After months of knowing each other and going on several romantic dates, Mahito asked you to be his girlfriend, and you became the happiest girl in the world.
Mahito and you were the most popular couple in the Arts Department. The most talented and attractive guitarist in the Music program met the student with the highest GPA in the Foreign Literature program. Both were acclaimed by their fans and envied by gossip, but they always remained a happy and strong couple. 
Both graduated shortly after with honors. In his first year, Mahito released his first album with his band, Sex in the Aisle. Some time later, you published your first erotic novel titled Obsession in the Underworld, which was heavily inspired by her relationship with Mahito. Everything seemed fine. Unfortunately, that joy was short-lived as the worst chapter of her life was beginning to be written.
First paragraph: The death of your parents in a car accident. You grieved for months and cried almost every night, having suddenly lost the only family you had. On the bright side, your parents left you a considerable amount of inheritance money that you knew you shouldn't waste. Mahito and you wanted to get married after buying a house so they could enjoy their wedding to the fullest. 
So that money was invested in the purchase of a beautiful penthouse in one of the capital's most coveted neighborhoods. Mahito chipped in the other half to pay for it upfront and secure your new home. Months later, he proposed to you when you released your second erotic novel, Kiss Me, Coward. You thought your character development was over, but you never imagined it would get worse.
Second paragraph. Bad friends, bad habits. To be the leader of one of Japan's most acclaimed black metal bands, you have to be very sociable. Mahito was a magnet for people. He was funny enough to make anyone feel comfortable to approach him and chat for a while, so he got to know many people, but unfortunately, he decided to stick with the worst. 
Sex, alcohol, and drugs were the world Mahito was quickly sucked into. You tried to warn him about what he was doing, but he ignored her. You began to have inspiration problems as you slowly lost your muse, and his habits stuck to you like venom. You became a hermit in your own home, living in your office, writing meaningless words thanks to the effects of marijuana. You were declining, but you hadn't hit rock bottom yet.
Third paragraph. Cheating. You stared at the Twitter profile in a corner of the dimness of the office. Stories about a model named Takako Uro were circulating, showing her pushing her breasts in her boyfriend's face at a concert, and him doing nothing to stop her. You already met her, told Mahito you didn't want her anywhere near him, and he'd just called you crazy. 
You were devastated, you felt like an abandoned house whose only company now was poisonous insects. You covered your face and let out a scream of rage from the depths of her lungs. You hated Mahito, you hated Takako, you hated everyone, but especially you hated yourself for letting him treat you like this.
You stared at yourself in the store's surveillance camera. Your dyed hair fell over your shoulders and forehead; you needed to touch up your roots, but that was the least of your worries. Your dark eyes and matching circles from poor sleeping habits, were decorated with simple black eyeliner to give off that mysterious girl look you saw on Pinterest from time to time. You held an expired onigiri to your lips, tinted red with anxiety. A year ago, she'd eaten delicious home-cooked food, and now she was surviving on sad leftovers. 
“Where is my life headed?” You thought aloud before returning your gaze to your empty notebook.
You hadn't been able to write anything for months now. You lost your muse, and now you were realizing she had to have one in order to write fluently. Your head was empty; you needed someone to fill that blank space immediately. You had to write your next hit if you wanted to afford a good lawyer to have your home back, you wouldn’t let Mahito get away with the penthouse you bought with your deceased parent’s money. 
At 1:00 a.m., everything was gloom and mystery. Out of nowhere, the doorbell rang, signaling that a client had arrived. You looked up, and your eyes couldn't help but widen. A was a tall, muscular, and dominant man entered through the door. You had never seen anyone so tall in your life. He must have been at least 6 feet, a height that is rare in Japan. He wore a tight black shirt and jeans that fit him well, too well. His green eyes connected with yours for a moment.
“Good evening,” you greeted him as a natural reaction. 
He gave you a soft smile and entered the store in silence. You watched him carefully in case he wanted to steal something, since most of her customers at that time were low-class thieves or stubborn drunks. The stranger grabbed an instant ramen cup and a green tea.
He approached the register and placed his dinner in front of you. “Can anyone with that build eat this?” you wondered before taking one of the items. Your eyes scanned him carefully. Slanted eyes, a scar on the left corner of his lips, carefree black hair falling over his forehead, and a jaw that could slice through bushes.
“Did you find everything you were looking for?” You asked as usual, scanning the products quickly.
“All good.” God, that voice. It was deep but very pleasant to listen to; he could easily become an opera singer. 
Aside from the small, noticeable wrinkles on his face, the voice told her he must be at least a decade older than her. It was unusual to see a man his age around these side of town at this hour. You took his payment and handed him his items.
“Enjoy your meal,” he said, bowing, thanking him for his purchase.
“Thank you,” he commented before leaving the checkout. 
You sat on a stool to watch him prepare the instant soup at the coffee and tea station. The man opened the clear package and tore the lid halfway to fill the container with hot water. His arms were a living work of art, covered with thin veins running through his skin, and you could admire every muscle in action. Then he sat down at the high table in front of the window to wait for the noodles to be ready and dine in comfort.
He took his time savoring every bite of his instant ramen. The way he sucked on his noodles and the way his throat moved as he swallowed. It was such a hypnotic and captivating sight that you couldn't take her eyes off him. “How can a human being look so good eating a simple, humble instant ramen?” you thought, almost annoyed at the mysterious man who had appeared in the gloom. 
He was so attractive that mere mortals couldn't compete with him. You even felt bad for staring at him so intently, but you couldn't help it. You tried to look at the cameras, but your eyes always traveled back to him unconsciously.
The man finished eating, threw away the trash, and headed for the door. He gave you one last friendly smile and said goodnight. You reciprocated, although you stuttered a little. When he was out of your sight, you let out a heavy sigh as if you were holding your breath the entire time. You returned your gaze to the notebook in the counter, and interesting ideas appeared in your mind. You jumped up and raised her arms in victory.
“My muse, he's my muse!” you exclaimed excitedly before sitting down on the bench and writing down all the ideas your excited brain wanted to write with the handsome man in your mind.
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Consider this a sneak peek of Owner's Change, a Toji Fushiguro x f!reader fic I'll be posting tomorrow! So excited. :3
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You hadn't been able to write anything for months now. You lost your muse, and now you were realizing she had to have one in order to write fluently. Your head was empty; you needed someone to fill that blank space immediately. You had to write your next hit if you wanted to afford a good lawyer to have your home back, you wouldn’t let Mahito get away with the penthouse you bought with your deceased parent’s money. 
At 1:00 a.m., everything was gloom and mystery. Out of nowhere, the doorbell rang, signaling that a client had arrived. You looked up, and your eyes couldn't help but widen. A was a tall, muscular, and dominant man entered through the door. You had never seen anyone so tall in your life. He must have been at least 6 feet, a height that is rare in Japan. He wore a tight black shirt and jeans that fit him well, too well. His green eyes connected with yours for a moment.
“Good evening,” you greeted him as a natural reaction. 
He gave you a soft smile and entered the store in silence. You watched him carefully in case he wanted to steal something, since most of her customers at that time were low-class thieves or stubborn drunks. The stranger grabbed an instant ramen cup and a green tea.
He approached the register and placed his dinner in front of you. “Can anyone with that build eat this?” you wondered before taking one of the items. Your eyes scanned him carefully. Slanted eyes, a scar on the left corner of his lips, carefree black hair falling over his forehead, and a jaw that could slice through bushes.
“Did you find everything you were looking for?” You asked as usual, scanning the products quickly.
“All good.” God, that voice. It was deep but very pleasant to listen to; he could easily become an opera singer. 
Aside from the small, noticeable wrinkles on his face, the voice told her he must be at least a decade older than her. It was unusual to see a man his age around these side of town at this hour. You took his payment and handed him his items.
“Enjoy your meal,” you bowed, thanking him for his purchase.
“Thank you,” he commented before leaving the checkout.
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redtsundere-writes · 12 days ago
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Summary -
When you discover that Ghost self-harms, you decide to help him find something else to do to canalize his stress. You just want to help Ghost... These aren't dates, okay?
status - On going…
word count - 16k
warnings - Angst. Self-harm. Grief. Canon-Violence. Blood. Alcoholism. Canon Use of Weapons and Firearms. Domestic Violence. PTSD. Survivor Guilt. Smut. Public Sex. Explicit sex. Possessiveness. Jealousy.
genre/tags - Canon as possible. Angst, Fluff, and Smut. Coworkers. Masked Reader. Ghost always uses his mask.
playlist + AO3 + Wattpad
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Date 1. Going To The Gym Together
Date 2. Listening To Music
Date 3. Drinking Tea
Date 4. Running
Date 5. Trying Something New
Date 6. Play Blackjack
More chapters coming soon…
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A/N: I barely know anything about the COD lore and I barely know how to write the British accent. If something feels out of character, sowwy :c Hope you like it! <3
© RedTsundere, do not repost, translate, or modify my work please.
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Date 6. Blackjack
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Soldier!Reader Beginning. 🡨 Previous | Next 🡪 Summary: You just want to help Ghost to stop harming himself… These aren't dates, okay? TW: MDNI. +18. Warnings & Tags.
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Since it was your initiation ritual, it was your duty to sweep up the hair they just cut off. You didn't even want to look at yourself in the mirror; you must have looked horrible with all your uneven strands. Deep down, you knew you'd have to get a pixie cut to fix it. But since it was just hair, it would grow back. You were gathering your hair with the broom and dustpan when Soap approached you.
“Look at the bright side, at least they left you some hair.” He tried cheering you up. “In my initiation ritual, they left me bald.”
“So the mohawk was a choice?” you asked mockingly.
Soap laughed, exaggerating it so you could see how much fun he was having with you. You gathered your hair in a plastic bag to throw it outside. The soldier, desperate for your attention, followed you like a duckling to its mother.
“You're very funny. We're going to get along very well, don't you think?” Soap asked you as you left the warehouse and entered the waiting room.
“Maybe.” You shrugged, disinterested in being his friend.
“Tonight we're all going out for drinks. Come with us. I'll buy all the drinks you want.”
“No, thanks,” you answered quickly, as if it were a reflex.
“It'll be fun, I promise,” Soap insisted.
“I said no.” You rolled your eyes.
“But…” He tried to insist again.
“Soap, she already said no.” Price scolded him, having been aware of the conversation.
Price, Ghost, and Gaz, along with the rest of the team, were debating which local pub they would go to first. Ghost watched your interaction with his partner, your posture always facing away from him. It was obvious you didn't want to talk to him. He didn't blame you, especially when Johnny's true intentions were so obvious. As soon as you rejected him for the third time, Soap sighed, admitting defeat. There would be another time.
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The team arrived at a pub on the outskirts of the base. It was their favorite after the personalized one they had at the barracks. It had a good sound system, karaoke, and pretty waitresses with good personality. Price and Ghost sat at the bar, while Soap and Gaz entertained themselves with the others at the nearest pool table. The older members of the team ordered the same thing, a whiskey old-fashioned.
“I still don't understand why you accepted her so quickly,” Ghost commented to Price before pushing up his mask to drink.
“I was surprised too, but when Laswell sent me her resume, it was hard to say no,” Price explained before taking out his phone and searching for the documents his friend at the CIA had sent him. “She has a lot of potential.”
Ghost took the phone to read the summary Laswell had written about you. You joined the United States Marine Corps at the age of 18. You earned the SEAL Trident at just 26 years old. You commanded several units, earning two Silver Star medals in the process. Laswell had even included photographs of you going through the infamous Hell Week, the SEAL initiation training. You looked terrified during the combat simulation, complete with explosions, screams, and extreme psychological pressure.
“Boomerang, huh?” Ghost whispered your nickname in shock. He understood the situation a little better now. “If she was such a good SEAL, what's she doing here?” he inquired.
“I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone. I'm only sharing this with you because you're her supervisor.” Price looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them. Once the coast was clear, he approached Ghost. “Alcoholism and discipline problems,” he whispered.
Ghost half-drank his drink when he heard that. He never would have guessed you were an alcoholic. He was about to take another drink, but stopped when he remembered how interested you were in the barracks bar. He placed his drink on the bar, left a bill to pay for his drink, and bolted for the exit.
“Ghost?!” Price called, worried by his reaction, drawing the attention of the rest of the team. “I knew something was wrong with her!” Ghost thought as he ran out of the bar.
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Ghost arrived at the barracks slamming the door. He found you in the small living room, playing solitaire and drinking what looked like whiskey on the rocks. This only made Ghost even angrier. You had a real addiction and weren't doing anything to quit, which could cost you your job. He snatched the elegant crystal glass from your hand before you could take another sip.
“Hey! If you want some, you can pour yourself some,” you complained, though you were surprised that Ghost had appeared out of nowhere.
“Is that why you wanted to be alone? So you could drink yourself unconscious without consequences?”
You looked at Ghost, stunned, for throwing such an accusation at you. Although you had expected it, the news had come sooner than you thought.
“I doubt I'd pass out on just an apple juice,” you muttered.
Ghost looked at the glass more closely and quickly realized you were right. The liquid in the glass was clearer than the whiskey he'd been drinking at the bar and had a fruity scent. You took a green chip out of your pants and tossed it to Ghost. He examined it, puzzled; it had the logo of the AA group you used to attend.
“I'm 157 days sober,” you told him to calm him down. “Sometimes I drink mocktails or similar things to trick my brain into thinking I'm drinking, so you shouldn't worry about that.”
“Oh…” was all he could say. You didn't expect him to apologize. The military isn't used to that.
“Seems Price told you about my 'little problem.'” You sighed, focusing back on your game.
“It doesn't sound like a simple little problem, so you were kicked out of the SEALs for it.” Ghost corrected.
“You're right, it's not just a 'little problem.'” You tried to laugh, but you couldn't.
“You had a magnificent career as a SEAL, how the hell did you lose it?” Ghost scolded you.
“Do you want to know that much?” He nodded. You picked up the cards you were playing solitaire with and shuffled them back into a deck. “Sit down,” you ordered.
Ghost sat across from you. He watched you skillfully shuffle like a true magician. Growing up in a house full of men, everyone quickly learned how to play games of chance. Your father firmly believed it would help them discern between reality and the pitfalls of life. You weren't the best player, but you held your own.
“Do you know how to play blackjack?”
It was the easiest and quickest game you could think of at the time. The goal of the game is simple: Get a hand that totals 21 or as close as possible, without going over. You must also beat the dealer playing against you.
“Of course,” Ghost replied.
“Here's what we're going to do. Whoever wins each round gets to ask the other any questions. If the other doesn't answer, they'll get slapped. What do you think?” You offered.
Ghost raised his eyebrow at the harshness of the game, but it sounded like fun. Since you'd be spending most of their time together, it would benefit both of them to know more about each other. However, you both also had things to hide that you were embarrassed about.
“Let's do it,” Ghost agreed.
You shuffled the deck once more and placed it on your side. You would be the dealer for this game. You dealt Ghost two cards: an 8 of hearts and a 9 of spades. 17 in total. It was a good number to play. He was feeling pretty confident in his luck. You drew two cards: a seven of clubs and another card, not showing.
“Hit or stand?” you asked.
Being the first game, it was hard to predict which card was facing down, but Ghost trusted his luck.
“Stand.” He answered confidently.
It was your turn. You revealed the mystery card, an ace of clubs, making 18 in total. Ghost sighed in frustration; it had been so close.
“I won.” You thought about your first question. “Why ‘Ghost’?”
“What's wrong with ‘Ghost’?” he asked, offended.
“’Ghost’ sounds good, but your mask is a skull. Why not ‘Skull’, ‘Cranium’, ‘Corpse’…? You know, names that have to do with skeletons.”
“Well, they gave it to me when I first joined the SAS. I didn’t talk much and didn’t have any friends. I was the team’s ghost,” he explained. “The mask was a gift from my brother, Tommy.”
“It’s a nice gift.”
They moved on to the next round. You shuffled the deck again and handed Ghost two cards. A 5 of spades and a 9 of diamonds, 14 in total. He drew another card. A 6 of spades, giving him a total of 20. This time he’d win, he was sure. You had a 10 of hearts on your suit. You revealed your hole card, a 5 of hearts. When you rolled less than 16, you had to draw another card from the deck. An 8 of clubs, giving 23 in total. Ghost had won the round; it was his turn to ask a question.
“Talk about ridiculous nicknames. Why ‘Boomerang’?”
Soldiers usually give each other embarrassing nicknames. They come about because of some funny incident or personality trait, but in your case, it just reminded you of bitter times.
“Because I was the only one who came back,” you answered.
“What does that mean?” Ghost asked.
“That's another question. You'll have to win the next round if you want to know.” You reshuffled the deck.
“Is it that bad?” Ghost wondered. He was finally starting to understand the rules of the game. Now he was dealt a 10 of hearts and a 9 of spades. 19, a good number to stand. You revealed your cards and had 17. Ghost had won again.
“What happened to you that they call you Boomerang?” Ghost got straight to the point with his question, as always.
There was always the option of a slap. You were a SEAL; a slap from him would be nothing. You took the last sip of your apple juice and shuffled the deck to distract yourself.
“It was my first mission with the SEALs. I was assigned to the Night Falcon. I was new, so the guys didn't trust me, but I didn't trust one guy in particular, Mantis. He would sneak out at night, have weird conversations on the phone… I don't know, it was odd. I tried to tell someone, but no one listened when I told them.”
“Mantis has been with us for over three years. He's our family. They would never betray us.” That's what the other soldiers told you when you tried to warn them, so you decided to leave it alone, but you never let your guard down. Thus began a cold war between you and Mantis.
Your first mission would take place in Italy. A terrorist group had taken an entire cruise ship hostage. The Night Falcon was in support along with other military intelligence groups from Italy and the United Kingdom. Mantis didn't show up that day because he happened to get sick the day before. Ever since you boarded the plane, something didn't seem right. You didn't know exactly what it was, but your instinct told you this mission wouldn't be a rescue.
The plan was simple in theory: they would dive to the cruise ship and stealthily climb up one of the sides during the twilight. Something in your mind begged you not to board the cruise ship; you were the last to board. The group was going to split up as planned, but your legs wouldn't go any further. You disobeyed your captain's direct orders and hid in one of the lifeboats. As soon as the Night Falcon entered the cruise ship, they were intercepted by the terrorist group, as if they had always known their plan.
You saw them take your team while you were still hiding in the lifeboat. You called the base to let them know the situation, and they ordered you to return to the ship immediately. You had to jump off the lifeboat and swim back. When they returned to base after a tremendous loss, a rumor spread that there was a mole among the SEALs, so the terrorists would know the plan in precise detail.
“The Night Falcon was killed at gunpoint that night; I was the only one who returned based on pure intuition. 'You went and came back, like a boomerang.'” You finished your sad anecdote about your first mission with the Navy SEALs. “That's where the nickname comes in. It's a mockery of my 'good luck.'”
“I imagine Mantis was relieved he didn't go,” Ghost murmured.
“We never saw him again. He disappeared from the base by the time we saved the rest of the cruiser,” you said, placing the deck of cards on the table.
“Do you think he had something to do with it?”
“I don’t know. I just know what happened wasn’t a coincidence.” You shrugged.
Now Ghost understood your alcoholism and behavioral issues. You were someone who followed your intuition over direct orders, which could be a problem on many teams. If you had followed your captain’s orders like everyone else, you would have died along with them all. Besides, being the guilt of being the sole survivor of a team could eat away anyone.
“If only I had…”
“If only I…”
“If only…”
Every soldier has a story like that, but the fact that this was your first experience with the Navy SEALs didn’t make you look like a survivor, but rather a coward with trust issues. You had a great resume because you had learned to survive on your own, instead of following a pack like everyone else. That’s what gave you the ability to complete many missions, often on your own.
The game continued. Ghost stood with a perfect 21 in his deck, so you'd automatically lost, again.
“Do you have a significant other?” he asked directly.
“No.” You raised your eyebrow, confused that he was actually asking you that.
“I was just asking for Soap. He won't give up until you agree to a date; he's convinced you'd make a great couple.” Ghost explained the reason for his question; he didn't want it to be misinterpreted.
“Thanks for the warning.”
You played along. You gave Ghost two cards: a 4 of clubs and an 8 of clubs. Ghost hit for another card. He was dealt an ace of hearts, which he would use as a 1. He hit for another card. Unfortunately for him, it was a 10 of spades. You rolled a 15 with your cards; you had won this round.
“It's about time,” you said, excited to finally win a round. “What's your family like?”
Without hesitating, Ghost leaned his face toward yours. He hadn't planned on telling you or anyone about his “family.”
“Oh, must be awful,” you whispered. “It'll be a slap.”
Ghost closed his eyes, waiting for the hit. You raised your hand and slapped him. It wasn't light, but it didn't make him turn his head away either; it was fair. Ghost opened his eyes when he felt your hand on his cheek again. This time, you were stroking it with your thumb, slow and gentle, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
“It's just so you don't think I hate you,” you said with a smile before pulling your hand away.
“I don't think you hate me.”
“Then it worked.”
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After a night of blackjack, mocktails, and awkward questions, Ghost and you returned to the dorm. You climbed into bed, feeling heavy from the trip back to the base, and almost fell asleep instantly. Ghost wasn't as lucky. He thought about everything you'd talked about, but he couldn't get your hand on your cheek out of his head. For the first time in his life, he regretted wearing his mask. Even if he hadn't had it on, he would have felt your soft skin against his. He brought his hand up to his cheek, pretending it was yours, as he tried to go to sleep.
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No Other Option
mma fighter!Sukuna Ryomen x coach!Readersummary: Athletes often have a lucky ritual. Some wear specific socks, others sign anthems, some other tattoo talismans in their backs. Sukuna's was having satisfying sex before the fight. When he couldn't get a girl before his big fight in Dubai, you are the best next thing. wc: 2.6 words. warnings: Sukuna is warning enough. Vulgar language. Rough vaginal sex. Slapping. Degrading language. Spitting. No pregame. Both are switch. genre/tags: Jinx (BL manhwa) AU. Sukuna is an asshole. Smut. Forbidden relationship. Teacher x Student.
This is a rewrite of a segment from Chapter 4 of my fic "Jinx"
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A ping on your phone woke you up in the middle of the dark room. You grabbed it weakly to check what it was. The white screen flashed your eyes for a second, blinding you. Your eyes blinked a couple of times to get used to the light. A message from Sukuna was responsible for waking you up.
Cocky Bastard: Come to my room.
You checked the time. 2:31 a.m. “This bitch…” You thought, sitting on the edge of the bed and sliding your slippers in with a yawn. You put your hair up in a messy ponytail and grabbed a hoodie to cover the fact that you were in pajamas. You were getting out of the room when your phone pinged again. 
Cocky Bastard: Now.
“It better be important, or I’ll fucking kill you,” you thought, typing angrily an answer.
You: Omw.
The hotel halls were an embodiment of luxury and tradition, where polished floors and golden lantern lights took you into a clear path to Sukuna’s suite at the other end of the hall. Ornate lanterns cast intricate shadows on walls adorned with rich tapestries and art, bridging ancient and modern worlds. The air, perfumed with jasmine and sandalwood, carried the blend of traditional Arabic melodies and contemporary tunes, adding to the ambiance.
You got to the room and knocked on his door three times like a secret code. He yelled to get in from the other side. Naturally, you followed his order. The elegant living room of the most expensive suite of the hotel welcomed you with open arms. You walked in to see Sukuna drinking some red wine in the hotel’s comfy bathrobe. 
“What the hell are you doing up at this time? You should be resting,” you scolded him. You tried to take the glass of wine out of his hands, but he pulled it away. Instead, he poured another glass for you.
“I’ll get straight to the point. I am a bit desperate, you see,” Sukuna scoffed, pushing the glass of wine without looking at you. “I have a luck ritual before every fight, I have to have satisfying sex before the fight to win.”
Oh, that's what it was… Was Sukuna really asking you to fuck him? You were only his coach. The proposal sounded like a hypothetical “would you rather” question. “Would you rather, fuck Sukuna or have Sukuna lose his title because of you?” The idea of fucking him didn't seem entirely far-fetched.
Sukuna might be stupid, but he was also stupidly attractive. His sleek features, dangerous eyes and body seemed to have been made by the same gods who control our universe. The only thing that stopped you from jumping into his arms was his shitty attitude and that you worked together. Maybe he was really that desperate. The red wine was tempting you, you really needed a drink in your system after hearing that.
“So you want to fuck me?” You asked bluntly. 
“‘Want’ is a strong word. If I wasn’t in this situation, I wouldn’t fuck you. You are not my type at all. I like petite girls I can easily break,” he scoffed. For some reason, that last comment made your blood boil. “It’s just to avoid my jinx. I won’t ask you to do it again.”
You were about to suggest hiring a prostitute, then you remembered you were in a very conservative country. There were very strict laws against prostitution, so looking for one would be an impossible task.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” you said, taking the glass and stirred it to oxygen the maroon liquid. 
“That’s all the convincing I need to do?” He asked, a bit surprised. 
"You have other option?" You scoffed dryly.
"No, not really…" Sukuna mumbled.
"Shit…" You mumbled as well.
You gulped down the wine in one shot. The woody flavor slipped right down your throat, getting ready for the sin you were about to commit.
“Since this is a one time thing, let’s get this done then.” you said before pushing him by the chest, cornering him back against the counter to kiss him. 
Your lips collided into a frenetic dance to show each other who was really in control of the rather odd situation you were in. You tilt your heads, deepening the kiss and reaching for each other's tongues. He bit your lower lip to pull you closer to his face. His hand reached for your hair to pull your head closer. Your sneaky fingers snaked around his neck and shoulders to grab the back of his pink hair to pull him away. You were two wild dogs whose owners were pulling on their leashes in a failed attempt to control them. 
His big hands wrapped your waist to turn the tables. Sukuna pulled you up to make you sit on the cold kitchen counter. You grabbed him by the robe to keep him in place.
Kissing Sukuna was like surviving in a thunderstorm. It was fierce and strong, but oddly warm once you get used to the coldness. He grabbed you by your ass to pull your pelvis to his crotch. He was too damn good at this for his own good. Your panties started to feel uncomfortable.
“I didn’t know you were such a slut,” he groaned against your lips.
You pulled away to slap him across his face. He smirked, surprised by the sudden act of violence. 
“I am sorry, did that hurt?” you asked in a fake innocent voice. 
“Oh… you’ll fucking regret that,” Sukuna spat, tossing you over his shoulder and spanked your ass. You squealed and covered it as much as you could with your hands. “I am sorry, did that hurt?” He imitated me. You huffed in shame.
Sukuna tossed you to the couch. He quickly removed his bathrobe to expose himself to me. You took a quick scan of him. His fluffy pink hair was a mess with black hair poking underneath. His massive pecs were shaved and ready for tomorrow’s show. He had perfectly toned abs to die for, but what really surprised you was the star of tonight’s show, his massive thick cock. It was long and meaty, perfectly straight. With that dick, he could be a porn star. You couldn’t help but gulp with worried eyes. 
“Don’t be scared, it doesn’t bite,” he said while stroking his already hard cock. “Quick. Take off your clothes,” he demanded. 
“You are the one with the jinx, not me,” you barked, offended. “If you need to fuck me, show it.” He rolled his eyes and got closer to me. 
“You are such an annoying brat.”
He unzipped your hoodie, shook off your shirt, slid down your shorts and ripped your underwear off you violently, needy. Sukuna didn’t want to waste any time on a meaningless task. Once your whole body was exposed to him, he manhandled you to make me bend over the couch. He gripped your thighs hard to shove his monstrosity in one back shot. You gasped for air. It was too big. You opened your ass so it could fit better in me. 
“Take your hands off there,” he spat as his hands grabbed both of your hands to put them behind your back. “I’ll have to teach you some fucking manners.”
That first thrust almost killed you. It was powerful and desperate. From the very beginning, he wanted to go all fucking in. you moaned every time he shoved his dick in your poor pussy, which wasn’t ready for a massacre. You opened your legs wider to give him better access. The slight pain was fading away with each thrust as your body was getting used to his stiff stick.
“You are going to fucking kill me… ‘kuna…” you moaned in despair as your breasts and ass cheeks bounced in perfect synchrony. 
You were used to getting beat, punched and kicked, but this felt completely different. He was beating you to an addictive rhythm you could barely resist. The worst thing about it was that you didn’t want him to stop. His cock was hitting every inch of your pussy so good that you just needed more. You felt full, but could eat some dessert. 
“Fuck, you are taking me better than the whore I bought drinks for,” he groaned as his hips were hitting your ass in deep strokes. 
“So, I wasn’t the first option…” you thought, a bit disappointed. You shouldn’t be. Sukuna was horrible enough to not want to fight another woman over him, but your competitive soul wasn’t happy with it. You knew you weren't a sexy bombshell, but you were pretty enough to be the first option. Shit, you were really offended. 
“Turn around,” Sukuna ordered as he pulled out of you to put you in another position.
When you turned, he freed you from his grip. This was your opportunity. You pushed him to make him sit down on the wooden coffee table. He was clearly in shock. If he wanted to avoid his jinx, it would be under your conditions now. One of those conditions was making him understand you were the top dog and not a simple bitch he could hire on a Tuesday. You grabbed him by his chin and pulled his face towards you.
“Open wide,”  you demanded. 
“Why would I do that?” Sukuna argued with a smirk. You pulled his hair hard to make his chin face me. 
“I said ‘Open wide’,” you repeated yourself, forcing him to open his mouth.
You were starting to get tired of his whining and bullshit. He needed to learn some fucking manners as well. If this was the way you had to do it, fine. You'll do it in your own way. Sukuna tried to close his mouth, but he was going to behave, like it or not. You spat directly on his tongue and closed his jaw. 
“That wasn’t that hard, wasn’t it?” you asked him with a smirk. You could see in his eyes that he wanted to be offended by it, but he low-key liked it. 
Your hands pushed him so he could lay down against the coffee table. He tried to fight you to regain control, but you grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him further back so he could stay still. 
“Just fucking relax for once. I’ll do the dirty work from now on,” you whispered against his ear. Your tongue flickered around his earlobe, just for the funsies. Sukuna retaliated and tried to fight me over, but when he saw that he was already under your claws, he stopped. 
Your hips humped against his crotch, and his cock twitched against your pussy in excitement. You slid his dick on me slowly and pushed it deep. He wasn’t just handsome and had a fantastic physique, his dick was perfect as well. It was big and thick. Such a cocky cock. He was the perfect man, too bad he had a shitty personality as well. No one was really perfect. 
Your hips rode his cock without mercy. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. His moans and grunts were a clear sign that you were doing a good job. You could feel he wanted to free himself to latch onto your body, but you were in charge tonight. You moved in slow circles, and he jerked his head back in satisfaction. He closed his eyes and his toes curled as you rode him like a real cowgirl. Your breasts bounced, following the rhythm of your movements. Wet and squishy sounds with your moans filling the air, creating a perfect symphony of lust. 
His dick was pushing and rubbing every part of your insides. It was raw and rough. You were desperately getting yourself dumb fuck with the new toy you just borrowed. You never felt more tired and alive at the same time. You haven't felt this way in a pretty long time, so you had to make the most of it. The coffee table was creaking with every hard bounce.
“F-Fuck… I am so close,” he moaned under his breath. 
“Do you want to cum in me, baby?” You asked him in an innocent tone. He nodded in response. You smirked and made a full stop. 
“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me with a slight blush on his cheeks.
“You need to ask for it nicely,” you asked. Sukuna frowned. “Say ‘Please, mommy. I want to cum.’” you got close to his face as if you were about to kiss him. “Just once, and I’ll let you cum all over this warm and slutty pussy,” you offered. Sukuna looked away. He was actually thinking of it. It was either saying the magic phrase or jinxing his own fight. There was only an easy answer. 
“Please, mommy…  I want to cum…” He whispered while blushing intensely. 
“I can’t hear you,” you said with a mischievous smile. Sukuna scoffed and bit his lower lip. He didn’t want to repeat himself. 
“Please, mommy. I want to cum so bad,” he repeated, avoiding eye contact.  
“Good boy,” you said before releasing his wrists. “Go crazy.”
He clasped his hands on your ass and made you ride him like you were just doing previously. He shook your hips up and down to ride him in a wilder rhythm, trying to compensate for the time you lost. The wood table was creaking and squeaking in pain. It didn’t take long for it to collapse, but that didn’t stop Sukuna. His hands continue bouncing your ass to his cock as he thrust against me.
“Just like that ‘Kuna…” you begged, arching your back towards him.
Your erect nipples were rubbing against his pecs with each rough move. Your legs were barely resisting. Your eyes were tearing up from the power his cock held over you. He spanked you a couple of times as a celebration that he took over your body again. He pulled your hair to the side as he grunted to the rhythm of his hips. 
“Sukuna!” you moanedm, drooling over his shoulder.
The pressure and stiffness felt so good inside of you. Your tight pussy hugged his big cock every time he pushed it in. After a couple of wet strokes in, you felt it inside. His thick and warm milk inside of you. It was what you needed to reach the climax. His cum felt like warm hug on a summer evening.
“Shit…” We both moaned, relaxing our bodies.
You pulled his dick slowly out of you and laid next to Sukuna on the broken coffee table. Your breathing and gasps filled the silence that always came with every climax. You came back to your senses after what happened. “I just fucked my trainee,” you thought, closing your eyes, embarrassed. What have you done? You needed to go now. No one could find out. 
“Where’s the bathroom?” You asked in a shy tone, picking your clothes up from the floor. Sukuna pointed in the direction as he kept lying down on the table. 
You ran to the bathroom and washed your face to fully wake up from the trance you were in. You looked straight at your face in the mirror. The face of a slut. You gripped the zinc and sighed out loud. It was already done. You fucked him. It was a one time only thing. There was nothing you could do now. 
“Just live with it,” you whispered before putting your clothes back on. 
You exited the bathroom and looked for Sukuna to wish him a goodnight. You found him sleeping on the couch in just his bathrobe. “This dumbass will catch a cold,” you thought, covering him with a blanket nearby.
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Chapter 10: Killers
King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader
Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.
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You faithfully believed that King Sukuna's castle was the darkest place on earth. Not even the caves in the hidden mountains or the depths of the ocean were as dark as the place that has been your home for the past 365 days. Furniture stained in black varnish, complex undiscovered passages and tinted windows that didn’t allow the sun to enter. There were corners forgotten by everyone and in absolute darkness. 
Sukuna and Uraume were already used to it, since this castle had been their home for the past 500 years, but the servants despised it completely. Especially in winter, when the sun is not so intense, it is freezing cold, and they must walk everywhere with a candlestick in hand to avoid tripping over something hidden in the shadows. 
In addition, every morning they had to make sure that all the torches were lit, one more task in their repertoire of chores. Despite all the attempts to dimly light the place from the inside, there were always places that the servants feared to enter. 
Kenjaku entered the library at 10 o'clock as usual. He trusted that you would be sitting by the window while reading something as he arrived, but that wasn’t the case. His sight checked the perimeter, there was no sign of you. “Is she with the king?” he questioned, leaving the library. This was out of your character. He began to patiently search for you among the corridors. His first instinct was to head for King Sukuna's office. To his surprise, neither the king nor you were there. 
His second stop would be your room. His calm, subtle footsteps made their way discreetly to one of the most opaque areas of the castle. The spiral staircase that led to your room was not well lit. It was covered in concrete walls and was so narrow that there were no torches to illuminate the passage. 
Your teacher found you sitting at the foot of the first step while reading a heavy book with the help of a small candlestick. The only thing that made the seat slightly more comfortable was the red carpet that decorated the center of the stairs. A heavy fungi encyclopedia hung over your legs, revealing some hand-drawn pictures of different types of edible mushrooms. You remembered how your mother always made sure you didn't pick any poisonous mushrooms for dinner because you might accidentally kill someone. 
You missed the woman who used to be your mother. Despite being a greedy woman who wanted to live her dreams through her daughters, she used to be someone who cared about them being good people and knowing how to defend themselves from the dangerous world around them. She used to be a woman of strong character who would not let anyone make fun of her or her convictions. A dedicated mother who lovingly scolded them so that they would always be the best versions of themselves and stay out of trouble. It was a shame that you no longer knew the woman you once loved. Her image passed away along with your father’s. 
You had been thinking the last few days about the easiest way to create an almost odorless and tasteless poison so that anyone could consume it without problems. Mushrooms were the first thing you thought of. All that remained was to know what kind you had to use to make the first attempt a success and where to get it. Maybe you could ask Uraume or Kenjaku to bring you some, since you were not allowed to leave the castle, but they could. Sukuna ordered you to kill someone, but he did not forbid you to ask his servants for help in doing so. 
“Are you lost?,” Kenjaku greeted you with a friendly grin. “What are you doing here?”
“Today is harvest day,” you answered with a sad look on your face before turning the page. 
It was finally the first anniversary since your mother sold you as a servant, met Mrs. Inoue and sworn allegiance to the terrible king. It was also the anniversary of the death of that little nameless boy whom you could not protect that terrible morning. Even though you kept telling yourself that what happened was not your fault, you still felt a heavy weight of guilt on your back. You could have done more, shouted more, fought more, but you didn't. He was taken from you. They snatched him out of your hands and murdered him right under your nose. There wasn't a week that went by that you didn't remember him and feel your heart shrink. 
“The library window overlooks the parade ground. I don't want to see a live slaughter,” you explained, closing the book and hugging it to your chest in a failed attempt to comfort yourself. 
You remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. You never thought you would see so many pools of blood, hear desperate screams and feel the icy terror coursing through your veins in your entire life, let alone just one. What you thought would be a casual day turned out to be your welcoming to your definition of hell on earth. Sometimes you had nightmares about what the day of your death would be like. Sukuna murdering you without a second thought for not keeping your word, breaking something of value or, worse, not giving him a son. The thought of failing terrified you, but the thought of failing at something you couldn't quite control was far, far worse. 
“Genocide,” Kenjaku corrected you. You looked at him quizzically, confused as to what he meant. “It's not slaughter, it's ‘genocide’,” he explained with a smile. You nodded as you understood that he was expanding your vocabulary. “I think it's a good opportunity for you to get used to death.” 
“I don't want to get used to it, I don't want to become...” You couldn't finish the sentence as you realized what you were about to say. 
“A monster like the king?” Kenjaku asked you with a raised eyebrow. 
“No, I was going to say 'a killer’.” Now you were the one who corrected him. “Of the few good qualities I have, being a pacifist is one of them. I can't imagine missing that piece of myself.” 
“You know you're about to marry one, don't you?” He asked you seriously. 
“That doesn't mean I should become one, does it?” You answered with another question.
“The one who kills the cow sins as much as the one who grabs its leg,” Kenjaku quoted with an air of wisdom while patting you on the head as if he was saying, “Poor little innocent thing.” 
His mouth was spitting facts, and you hated it when he was like that. Even though you had become his servant against your will, you could always decide to commit suicide to avoid being part of a heartless tyrant's macabre plans. A truly good person would rather die than kill someone else. If you married Sukuna, it meant you were on the same level as him. Maybe you weren't as good as you thought you were. You sighed and hid your face in your hands. 
“Marriage is about making sacrifices. Are you ready to sacrifice that part of yourself for him?” Your teacher asked you, stroking your hair gently. 
You weren't ready, not at all. You weren't doing all this because the idea of marrying a man-eater delighted you. Even though you respected that part Sukuna showed you in private, he was still a curse with a merciless heart. You would only marry him because you didn't want to disobey him and lose your life. Even though you were living in a constant hell, you didn't have the courage to just detach yourself from him in an attempt to go to heaven. You might end up in real hell. 
“Have you killed someone?” You asked him, pulling your head out of his hands.  
“Of course. You're looking at one,” Kenjaku answered with a proud smile. 
Your eyes expanded and roamed over the body of the acquaintance you now considered strange as your master detached his skull to show you his true form. Your chest tightened as you discovered your teacher's true form. A brain with a sinister row of teeth. You couldn't believe that the handsome man in front of you was a mere puppet, a living corpse. You felt so bad for the person whose body Kenjaku had taken from you. 
“How can you do that?” You asked him in a stutter, still processing what you had seen.
“Kill someone?” Kenjaku wanted to confirm the question before putting his hair back on. Although he didn't mind his appearance, he understood that you might find it strange. You nodded in fright. “Just do it,” he simply replied. 
“I wish it was that easy,” you sighed. 
“Why don't you start with something easier?” Kenjaku asked you. 
“What do you mean?” 
“Today is the harvest, isn't it? You'll see Sukuna kill a lot of people. You will be able to watch how he simply does it, maybe this way you will get a little confidence to see that it is not as difficult as you think,” he advised you with a smile. 
But that smile no longer transmitted that warmth and companionship that you liked so much, now it was sinister and with double intention. What you thought was a normal man had become a beautiful memory that had been replaced with a talking brain. Now the idea of dying did not terrify you so much, you were more terrified of dying and having your body used with terrible intentions. What a terrible fate. 
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King Sukuna was ready to start choosing who would be the new servants to join the castle. Even though his only job was to kill useless people and sit in the comfort of his throne, he still found it tedious and boring at times. Killing people in one cut for him is as simple as cutting a piece of paper with a pair of scissors. Amidst the gloom provided by the veils, he settled into his stately seat and yawned. “How much longer will they make me wait?” he wondered. Uraume had informed him that the number of people had increased by 30% since last year, which meant that this time he had to take care of more useless parasites. 
The faint sound of the door to his left brought him out of his thoughts. He arched an eyebrow when he saw you slowly entering the room. You looked more nervous and shy than usual, looking down at the floor in case he had already killed someone. Your yellow dress trailed softly against the marble floor until you reached the curtains that sheltered the king. Seeing him so close brought back memories. 
For him too. He couldn't believe it had been a whole year since he first saw you, a beggar he would kill instantly for the lousy state you had arrived in. Malnourished, dirty and with dried tears on your cheeks, you just screamed “cheap” with your appearance. He was glad he had given you a chance. You looked like a completely different person now. If he had known you as you currently look, he would have thought you were a princess from a family rotten in gold. 
“What the fuck are you doing here? You should be in class,” Sukuna scolded you with a stern tone, even though on the inside he liked to see you. 
“Kenjaku told me that to get used to death, I must see it. That it would help me to be able to kill someone like you asked,” you explained, looking around. The room looked glittering. The massacre had not yet begun. You didn't know if you had arrived at the right or wrong time. 
“Is that what he said?” He asked skeptically. You nodded, returning your gaze to his four eyes. “Not a bad idea….” He scratched his chin in thought. 
Not only will you get used to seeing him in action, you'll also become familiar with the new servants. Plus, it was a great excuse to spend time with you alone. It was true that they had started archery lessons a couple of days ago, but he was so busy that he sometimes relegated that task to Kenjaku. It bothered him, but he would never admit it, not even to himself. 
“All right. Come here.” 
You didn't really want to, but you were already there. You stepped through the translucent fabrics until you finally faced him. You were planning to stand next to him while you watched everything, but Sukuna had other plans. He yanked you up by the waist to make you sit on his lap. His hands gripped your body to hold you in place. It was such a luck you were in the shadows because you didn't want Sukuna to see how flushed you were. It was as if every time they met, he tried to get closer to your body and each time he was more and more direct. You could hear your own heart beating like crazy from the illusion, but that couldn't be right. 
“You better not do anything stupid, you understand?” He growled in your face. You turned your face away at the intimidation. “You know what will happen if you do.” You swallowed dryly before nodding quickly.
The servant arrived with the first group. A group of helpless old men moving feebly towards their certain death. Sukuna snorted in annoyance at the worthless humans that had been brought to him. Once the servant formed them up, the servant fled the room. With his left hands, the king grabbed the back of your neck and cheeks to get your attention to the scene that was about to unfold. Your body froze at the strong grip. You wanted to close your eyes, but panic forbade you to do so. 
Sukuna raised two fingers towards them and cut off their heads in one motion. You shrieked at the sight of their lives being snatched away in a heartbeat. You could never do something like that. You didn't have the heart to do it. You didn't know these people or the sins they had committed throughout their lives, but you were sure they didn't deserve it. 
You closed your eyes and swallowed the lump in your throat. This was your new life. No, this was already your life, and you still hadn't adjusted. Sukuna watched as you held back the urge to cry. Your lower lip trembled more than the rest of your body. He pulled you tighter to his body in an attempt to comfort you. He would never change who he was for you, but he could help you understand why. 
You had enough, but people kept coming through that door. You didn't know how many people had arrived, so you didn't know how many times Sukuna would repeat the same pattern. Cut after cut, clean every time he did. So far, only a few had survived. You always ended up closing your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes in front of you. 
You opened your eyes as soon as you heard the footsteps of other people entering the room. The maid, a tall man, a shorter one, a little old lady who could barely walk, a man without an eye and... “No way...” you thought as you saw the last person in line. You'd recognize her long brown hair, slender figure and devil-minded angel face anywhere. 
The need to shout some warning at her burned your throat. You wanted to do it more than anything else in the world, but you knew Sukuna would keep his promise if you went against his will. Unruly tears that you couldn't stop before escaped wildly down your cheeks. Your eyes were glued to that face you never thought you would see again. “She's not... She shouldn't be here... What the fuck happened?” you thought, trying to convince yourself that this was a horrible nightmare. You didn't want to accept reality. You didn't want to accept that your little sister was in the same position you once were in.
“5…” 
Sukuna started counting down as he had done in the previous round, just like that first day. Yorozu looked lost, as if she didn't fully understand what was going on. She looked from side to side indifferently. She would never bow down. You knew her like the back of your hand. She would never bow to anyone, even if her life depended on it, like this instant. She was always a rebel who didn't care about anyone or anything. 
You had to do something to prevent it, but what exactly could you do? You couldn't save an innocent child, how would you save a girl who goes against everything? Any of the ideas you had would only result in the death of both of them, but something had to be done. You weren't going to stand idly by.
“2…” The king counted aloud as he stroked your back. 
The quick memory of that little boy's mutilated body came to your mind. You tightened the skirt of your dress as you cried your last tears silently. You didn't want to, rather... You weren't going to let the same story repeat itself again. You took a deep breath before you did the stupidest thing in your life. It might kill me, but that didn't matter anymore. If you died, you would be protecting your little sister. 
Sukuna was about to say the one when you hugged him by the neck and pulled him close to your body. The king was paralyzed by the sudden act, so much so that he forgot what number he had been left with. His heart began to pound like crazy and his face had turned into a tomato. Your body was warm to the touch, and he liked the pressure you exerted against him to hold him as close as possible. Even though you were shaking like jelly in an earthquake, you were doing the right thing. You hid your face in his neck as you sobbed. 
“I beg for mercy. That is my sister. Please don't kill her.” You begged him between sobs. Hoping that your position as a future wife would help you survive this one.
Sukuna noticed the girl at the end of the line, the only one who seemed to be close to your age. She was tall, had silky hair that reached her waist and had merciless eyes, as if she didn't mind being in a room surrounded by corpses and blood. It seemed that indifference ran in her family. 
For a second he wondered if she was really your sister. He could tell you were completely different. If you had turned out to be a good worker and were from the same family, the odds were high that your sister was too, despite the personality. Sukuna was patiently considering it while enjoying the warmth of your body next to him. 
“Please take pity on her life. I will do anything,” you begged desperately. 
“Anything?” Sukuna looked at you curiously out of the corner of his eye. 
“Whatever your heart desires, I will do it, but leave my sister out of this,” you sobbed. Sukuna nodded slowly with a wicked smile. 
The sound of Sukuna's slashes echoed in your ears and your heart stopped... until you heard Yorozu scream in panic. You turned to see her covered in blood, while her body trembled in fear at the sight of all the fresh bodies beside her. The important thing was that she hadn't received a scratch. Begging for her life had miraculously worked. You wiped away your tears without caring about ruining the makeup that Mrs. Inoue had applied to you in the morning. 
“I'll let you know what I want later. For now, get her out of my sight.” Sukuna reluctantly dictated. 
“Thank you, thank you very much, my king,” you said with a faint smile before jumping off the seat to run to your sister. 
You detached yourself from his body to get out from between the curtains. Yorozu was perplexed to see you emerge so animated from the shadows where a terrible looking king was supposed to be sheltering from the light. You ran to her with open arms and tears of joy streaming down your cheeks.
“Yorozu!” You exclaimed before hugging her tightly. She was so perplexed that she was slow to return the embrace. 
“You're alive!” She exclaimed once understanding the situation. 
A year ago you had disappeared from their lives. One morning, Yorozu, Nanako and Mimiko woke up, and you were not in bed with them. The only thing you had taken with you was your brown dress and a basket of food. You left no letter, note, or indication that you would return. Their mother told them that you ran away and left them to seek a better life without them. Your sisters did not believe her at all. She knew your heart and your strong morals, you would do anything to keep them safe. Even though they knew you would never leave them willingly, they knew you would not come back, so they thought the worst. 
“Come, we need to talk,” you asked her before pulling her by the arm. 
You took her out to the hallway and closed the door behind you as fast as possible so as not to disturb the king. Yorozu looked at you from head to toe. One of her theories as to your disappearance was that your mother sold you to King Sukuna as a servant, but you didn't look like one. Your body was carefully decorated with the finest fabrics and gems. Never in her life did she think she would ever see you looking as radiant as you do now. She was even envious to admit that you looked better than her, since now she was the one wearing the ugly and dirty dress. 
“Nice dress,” she said, looking at the flowers decorating the corset.
“That's not important now. What are you doing here?” You asked her before taking her by the shoulders to look her in the eyes. 
“The same thing that happened to you. Mom sold me,” Yorozu complained, annoyed.- The memory of your own mother dragging you out of bed with the excuse that you were going to the market made you flinch. 
“But why? You were the one with the best chance of marrying a rich man. You were the favorite. Mom wouldn't sell you just for the sake of it,” you demanded an answer. You were silent when you realized what you had said. Your mother would not sell her for any reason. “What did you do?” 
“The winter ball in the Gojo kingdom was last week. Mom got really mad at me because I wouldn't dance with King Satoru. That's what happened,” Yorozu explained without making a big deal out of it. 
“Are you serious?!” You looked at her, surprised. Your little sister nodded, equally disappointed. “Are you mad?! Isn't King Satoru supposed to be the most beautiful and richest man in the world!?” You scolded her while shaking her by the shoulders. 
“I don't want to be with a prettier man than me,” Yorozu shrugged. You dropped your head as you couldn't believe what she was saying. “This is the Yorozu I know,” you thought. 
Even though Yorozu had high charisma being a ridiculously beautiful girl, she still hadn't married. That was because she had ridiculously high standards. Ever since she was a child, she would reject all the boys who hit on her because she wouldn't settle for less than what she asked for. Yorozu's ideal future husband must be tall, handsome, rich, robust, strong, funny, attentive, a good hunter, a good leader, who would give her everything she asked for, who was obsessed with her and had a great dick to please her with. She could have great charisma, but she was just as greedy as her mother.
“How are Mom, Mimiko and Nanako doing? Tell me they are fine,” you asked her. 
“They are there, that's what matters,” your little sister answered indifferently. 
“Yorozu!” You scolded her. 
“What?!” Yorozu exclaimed in annoyance. “They're fine, but not for long. Nanako and Mimiko are still too young to get married. I don't know how mom will support them once they run out of money,” she explained, crossing her arms over her chest. 
She was right, and it was terrible. Your younger sisters were barely ten years old, but your mother would do anything to fulfill her ill-fated dream. Maybe instead of selling them to Sukuna, she would arrange a marriage for them to a nefarious but filthy rich man. You had to find a way to help your little sisters, but your options were limited since you couldn't leave the castle. Something would come to you soon, first you had to make sure of Yorozu's safety.
“Nice dress,” Yorozu flattered again. 
“That doesn't matter,” you said again, too busy thinking. 
“Of course it matters! How can you, a filthy maid, wear a dress like that?!” Yorozu yelled in your face. 
At the annoying noise, the doors opened wide, revealing a terrible six-foot curse that was quite annoyed. You gasped in shock and stood next to Yorozu. You bowed and forced your little sister to do the same, pulling her head to the same height as you. Yorozu was annoyed, but did not resist.
“What’s all this about?!” Sukuna yelled mad as he saw how you forced your sister to bow. 
“I’m so sorry, my king. She is just shocked,” you tried to excuse her. 
“Take her with the rest of the servants and cut the noise. Don't make me regret pitying her life.” Sukuna scoffed. 
You nodded submissively and pulled Yorozu with you to follow the hallway. Yorozu looked back to get a better look at the much rumored King Sukuna. Just a simple glance made a flirtatious smile appear on her face. A monster of almost human appearance, tall, strong, robust build and, most importantly, stupidly rich for being the king of a great nation. He was terrifying and she loved it. It was just what she was looking for. Yorozu greeted him in a friendly manner as they walked away. Sukuna raised his eyebrow in confusion at the strange attitude of his future sister-in-law.
“What’s going on?” Yorozu asked you as you pulled her to where the other servants were.
The same room where you waited to be given your uniform. The atmosphere was worse than you remembered. A tired and worn-out energy was felt in the air. The long faces, the terrified murmurs, and the intrusive thoughts were frightening. If the room was already dark, it was now blackened. Yorozu looked at the old men in disappointment before answering him.
“I have a lot to tell you, but that will have to wait,” you pulled her by the shoulders to get her attention. “The summary is that I used to be a servant until Sukuna asked me to be his wife so that I can give him an heir. I begged for your life so that he wouldn't kill you like the others,” you explained quickly.
“Are you going to become a queen?” Yorozu looked at you, surprised.
“If I do everything he asks me, yes,” you answered. “That's why you must keep a low profile and do everything the leader of the servants asks you to do. Don't make me look bad, I beg you”
“What?! Why do I have to be a servant?!” Yorozu exclaimed, annoyed.
“Lower your voice” You asked her while you looked at the other old men, clearly offended by the reaction.
“Can’t I be a princess or something?!” You grumbled unwillingly.
“Just wait until I marry the king, and I’ll take care of it. For now, you just have to cooperate,” you asked patiently.
“Ugh, but I was never as good at cleaning as you, and you know it,” Yorozu complained again.
“Well, you’ll have to if you want to survive here,” you threatened her to get her to listen to you. Quickly, you noticed Uraume approaching you. “Just do everything she asks of you without complaining, please,” you begged Yorozu. Your little sister rolled her eyes, but finally agreed before entering the room with the other new servants.
“Promise me that I won’t be a maid forever,” Yorozu asked you, stopping at the entrance.
“I’ll do my best,” you promised her.
Yorozu looked at you over one last time and reluctantly entered the room. “It’ll be fine. Just focus on killing someone for now, and then I’ll take care of giving Yorozu a good life.” You planned your next move before leaving her alone with the old folks to head back to the library to ask Kenjaku for a favor.
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Chapter 9: Defense
King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader
Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.
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“A knight of gigantic height, a pagan hero with great strength and benevolent heart, very skilled at handling weapons, his name was... Fie..." You brought the book up close to your face to read the unknown word. 
A couple of days had passed since you became King Sukuna's future fiancée and, therefore, started your private lessons with Master Kenjaku. Your cleaning days were over, and you were slowly getting used to the new routine that the king had imposed on you. Every day, you woke up early to dress up with the finest clothes he got you, ate  breakfast, studied the rest of the day in the library until your hands got tired of writing, ate lunch, took your piano lessons and, finally, reported to the king what you had learned at the end of the day. Sukuna wanted to make sure if bringing a traitor to be your tutor had been worth it. 
Spending all day stuck in the library wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was more comfortable than running around the castle, doing chores. Even though you still couldn't read that well, you could enjoy books in other ways. You liked being surrounded by unfamiliar covers, smelling the yellowish paper and the sound of the inked pen gently grasping the paper. You had never been to school, but it felt like going to a high prestige one. Even though the king had asked you not to waste your teacher's time, you liked to take it at your own pace because what is well learned, is never forgotten. 
Kenjaku was a polite and patient teacher. Always speaking with elegance and with hand gestures. He never tired of talking at his own calm, almost seductive pace. Sometimes he used complicated words, but never got annoyed when you interrupted him to explain a definition of a word. He was enthusiastic about mentally challenging you so that your mind would be nourished with valuable information. Your journey of exploring the world was just beginning, and he would take you by the hand so you wouldn't get lost in the confusions of life. 
“Fierabras,” Kenjaku completed the word you were trying to read. 
“Yeah. That. Fierabras,” you smiled as you read the whole word. 
“Although it is a proper noun. It is also used to describe a big, strong and boastful person,” the teacher explained. 
“So would it be okay to say, ‘King Sukuna is a fierabras curse’?” You asked innocently. Kenjaku laughed at your quick thinking. After his reaction, you realized what you had said and covered your mouth, surprised of yourself. 
“Yes, well implemented,” he said, trying to not burst out laughing. 
You were intuitive and curious. Even though you were constantly wrong, you didn't let that break your optimistic spirit. Kenjaku has had no problem having you as a student so far. In fact, you were the easiest student he had ever had to deal with. He was about to tell you to keep reading, but the library door burst open. You both opened your eyes in shock to see who it was. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, a strange time for the king to show up at this side of the castle. You and Kenjaku immediately bowed to his presence. 
“I want you on the parade ground in 10 minutes,” Sukuna ordered before closing the door so they could finish the lesson as soon as possible. 
“Do you think he heard me?” You whispered to Kenjaku, worried. 
“Are you religious?” You shook your head. “Then choose a god and pray for that he didn’t,” Kenjaku advised you. That didn't sound good. 
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The red sky radiated in its entirety as soon as you stepped out of the castle. The grass tickled your feet half exposed by heels. You lifted your yellow dress to keep the edges from being dyed green. King Sukuna and Uraume were waiting impatiently for you in the middle of the parade ground, next to a large wooden table that held several artifacts you were unfortunately familiar with.  
“Good afternoon, my king,” you bowed shyly to the strange encounter. 
“You know I have many enemies who want to kill me, right?” he asked, completely ignoring your greeting. You were already used to his characteristic cold demeanor. “I'll teach you how to defend yourself from today on,” he explained before guiding his gaze to the table next to him. “Pick a weapon.” 
On the wooden table there were several weapons. Your gaze traveled among the imposing objects from left to right. There was a sword, a set of blades, a double-edged ax, a pair of pistols and a bow with their respective arrows. You had never been so close to the weapons before and the fact that they were an arm's length away made you a little uncomfortable. With all of them you could get hurt if you weren't careful enough. You decided to take the least threatening weapon. 
Your fingers molded into the hilt of the wooden bow. For a wooden artifact, it was heavier than it looked. You took it in both hands and examined it carefully to familiarize yourself with its large size. It was halfway down your body. The end of both tips were curved back. The jagged yellowish lines in the wood denoted that it had been polished recently. 
“Good choice. A long and medium range weapon. Versatile, once you know how to use it.” Sukuna smiled with satisfaction. “Uraume, bring me my bow,” he ordered the white-haired servant without taking his eyes off you. They bowed and ran to the weapon chamber. 
Sukuna helped you put the quiver on your back, the arm guard and the leather glove to start practicing. He placed the quiver carefully against your back, the arm guard on your recessive arm and the glove on your dominant hand. His hands helped you with all the patience in the world so as not to hurt you with his claws. The white feathers of the arrows stuck out behind your head, and you held the bow awkwardly. You never thought you would have to learn to fight, but now you had to do it no matter what and do it well. Uraume soon appeared with the gigantic king's bow. It was three times as big so that it could be used by both pairs of arms at the same time and its arrows were longer so that he could shoot them comfortably. 
“The most important thing in archery is the stance. You must keep your back straight and your elbow at the level of your chin to create an imaginary straight line,” Sukuna explained as soon as Uraume handed him the weapon. 
You watched carefully as he placed the arrow on the upper arrow rest. He snapped the feathered end against the string and stretched it to create tension. At the end of the parade ground, servants were busy setting up straw targets for practice. The king was focused on his target, the bright yellow center. He brought his face close to the string to get a better view of where the arrow should be aimed. All was silent. His T-stance was perfect, and his breathing was calm. He unexpectedly turned on his waist to change the desired trajectory of your arrow and released the string. 
Your surprised gaze traveled along with the arrow, which stuck directly into the head of one of the servants. You closed your eyes and turned to look away. The servant left alive screamed at the top of her lungs and ran away in panic from the potential danger. You clenched your bow in frustration as you watched him calmly take someone's life. It was unfair. Her sin had been to be an easy prey to kill.
“Excellent shot,” Uraume applauded. Sukuna relaxed his body and looked at you. 
“Your turn," he ordered. The time had finally come for you to kill someone? “You can try with the target,” Sukuna advised you as if he could read your anxious mind. 
“Oh okay…” You mumbled in relief, exchanging places with him. 
You held the bow with your dominant hand and placed the arrow in its respective place as he had taught you. Now came the most complicated part, aiming and shooting. You pulled the string and focused on the yellow dot in front of you. Being heavier than you thought, your arm got tired quickly and started to twitch. You tried to maintain the perfect T-posture, but it seemed impossible. You let go of the string, causing your arm to recoil backwards from the shock. The arrow swung through the air and missed the bull's-eye completely. You sighed in defeat, seeing the arrow stuck in the grass. 
“You need to raise your elbow higher.” Sukuna approached you to show you how to shoot. 
He grabbed you by the waist with his lower hands. Your breath hitched at having him so close to you. With his upper hands, he forced your back upright. He straightened your elbow at your chin, made sure the rope didn't hit your nose and held your hand over the grip. Your heart jumped like crazy in your chest. You could hardly pay attention to the situation you couldn't control. 
“Take a deep breath,” he commanded in your ear, holding the bow for you. 
You felt the warmth of his body slowly envelop yours, keeping you from the cold outside. You took a mouthful of air in the hope that it would cool your body somehow. It didn't work, but it did help you focus better. You hadn't felt this nervous around the king in a long time. By this point, you thought you were used to it, but you weren’t. Unlike other run-ins on past occasions, this time you weren't nervous about not knowing if he would kill you or not. You didn't even want to walk away from him even though all the alerts in your mind were asking you to. 
“The trick is to let go of the rope. You must not only let go, you must let go and then realize that you let go. It must be a gentle and subtle movement,” Sukuna advised you. 
You nodded, returning to the present moment. Sukuna counted backwards from three so that you both let go of the rope at the same time. You tried to relax your hand to follow his advice. Let the string do what it had to do on its own. Let it go until you lost the tension between your three fingers. As you reached one, you both lost the contact between your fingers and let go of the string on the bow. The arrow flew until it hit the bright center. 
“Now it's your turn," Sukuna ordered, stepping away from your body to watch you do it on your own. 
“Okay," you muttered shyly, disappointed that he had stepped away so soon. 
"Come on, you can do it!" You self-motivated yourself before bringing the bow back up to draw with the ready to be shot arrow. You pressed your hand against the grip in an attempt to steady the imaginary line the arrow was to travel. You took a deep breath and focused in the middle of the target. You relaxed the fingers that pulled the string, one by one, until the arrow was no longer between your fingers. The arrow traveled until it stuck above the center of the target. It wasn't a perfect shot, but it was a good start. 
“Good job, miss,” Uraume congratulated you, clapping softly. You smiled at them in appreciation. 
“If you keep it up, you'll master it in no time,” Sukuna encouraged you. “For now, this will be your bow. You will have to learn how to use it, take care of it and keep it with you all the time. Then, I will get you a special one.”
“A special one? What's wrong with this one?” You asked in confusion. 
“The bow in your hands is a common hunting bow. In case of an invasion, you will need a cursed bow that allows you to use special arrows to kill curses and use it against sorcerers.” 
“And what should I do if I ran out of cursed arrows?” You asked curiously. 
“Good question,” Sukuna said before taking his bow. “The bow can also function as a defense weapon.” 
The king twirled the bow like a spear in his hands. You watched him dance on his own axis while pretending to shoot down shadow enemies in awe. He pushed and pierced the bodies of his invisible opponents. Come to think of it, you had never seen him fight. He always used his cursed techniques to get rid of someone. It was impressive to see someone as big as him move with such agility. He threw the bow into the air spinning it to catch your attention. When it fell, Sukuna caught it in his hands and pointed it at your throat. The tip came within inches of your chin, causing you to back away. Sukuna laughed at the sight of your frightened face. 
“Did I scare you? You should be used to it by now,” Sukuna scoffed before digging the bow against the ground so it would stand straight. “I'll teach you hand-to-hand fighting later. For now, let's stick with the bow so you can get used to it. The secret is in the repetition,” you nodded obediently before placing an arrow between the stabilizer and the string again. Sukuna folded his arms to watch you very carefully as he always did. 
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The morning breeze clung to the window of the king's room. Droplets from condensation were slowly falling down the window in a race to fade away at the end. The mornings were cold and calm until King Sukuna rose. His huge head was sunk between the pillows, while the rest of his splendid body was covered by the plush blankets. His soft snoring was the only thing that could be heard in the room, like the purr of a cat in its seventh sleep of the day. The sun was slowly peeking over the mountains of the valley and Uraume approached his room at a determined pace to let him know. 
“Breakfast is almost ready, your majesty,” Uraume woke him from the other side as they knocked on the door from the other side. 
“I'm coming," Sukuna grunted. With that, Uraume hurried back to the kitchen.
He sat on the edge of the bed to wake himself up. Sukuna twisted his torso and neck to wake up completely. He rubbed his eyes as he went over to the closet to find what he would wear that day. He grabbed one of his many robes and reached for the sleeve to tuck in his arm. Sukuna looked out the window to watch the sun rise, but was surprised to find a more pleasant sight. 
That morning, you had woken up earlier than usual. You tied a ribbon in your hair and went out, still in your pajamas, to the parade ground to practice your bow skills. You pulled a couple of straw targets with what little strength you had, since you knew that all the servants were still asleep and no curse would want to help you. You set up the equipment on your own to start practicing. You applied all the advice that King Sukuna had given you. You controlled your breathing, held the T-position and repeated over and over again. The morning breeze tickled your skin, but that didn't stop you from practicing. 
Your hair fluttering softly against the morning air, your back erect and your hands gently gripping the bow was something Sukuna didn't think he would see so early in the morning. He paused his routine to watch you through one of the clear parts of the window. He felt like a stalker, even though he knew he had every right to see you, even though he found the idea that you didn't know he was watching you quite fascinating. You were in your natural state. No pressure, no fear, no fakeness. It was just you in the midst of a dastardly world. 
You let the string go, and the arrow flew to rest on the white bull's-eye shore. You looked up at the sky and sighed in disappointment at your performance as you missed the target again. Sukuna smiled to see you so frustrated. He thought it was cute the way you kept trying again and again until you finally succeeded. It didn't matter if it took you days, weeks or months, you would be the best archer the king had ever seen to fulfill his whims.
When you ran out of arrows in your quiver, so you approached the target to get them back. You hung the bow on the target while you were barely pulling out all the stuck arrows. You were only pulling arrows out of a pile of straw, but Sukuna kept watching you mesmerized as if you were the most interesting thing in the world. He soon realized that his heart was beating a mile a minute again. He touched his chest to feel the rapid palpitations and his smile faded as he realized what was happening. The king didn't have heart trouble, his heart was in trouble.
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Chapter 41: Back Home
King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader
Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.
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After an interesting journey through the tiny kingdom of Kamo, you finally crossed the Fog Barrier. On the other side, Mahito and Hanami waited patiently for your return. To you, their faces were familiar. But to your little sisters, it was a nightmare made flesh: a man with impossible seams and a gray creature with the body of a bull. They screamed in unison, gripped by panic, and hid behind you, trembling like leaves in the wind.
"Shoot him with an arrow!" Nanako shouted.
"Thank you for bringing us food, miss!" Hanami thanked her.
"What a blessing!" Mahito licked his lips.
"Kill him! Shoot him in the head!" Mimiko cried in fear, trying to pull an arrow from your quiver.
"No one's going to eat anyone, and no one's going to kill anyone!" You scolded both duos to stop any conflict and introduce them properly.
"Oh, they're so tiny." Mahito bent down to get a closer look.
"It's a pleasure, ladies. We're sorry for the confusion." Hanami bowed apologetically. Nanako and Mimiko bowed reluctantly.
"Well, there's no more time to waste. We have to get back to New Sukuna."
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You returned to New Sukuna Castle with the good news burning in your chest. The twins' eyes widened, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the great fortress carved from living rock. Their mouths parted as they gazed at what you called your second home. They still found it hard to believe: just eighteen months ago, you had shared a ramshackle cabin with them, barely held together by willpower and hope. Was this what progress looked like? Majestic. Unimaginable. Almost unreal.
"I can see why you like the king so much," Nanako commented, appreciating what a castle worthy of one king looked like.
"What are you talking about?" You asked, leading the two of them toward the king's office.
"You know. You like him, but you don't like like him." Nanako didn't want to say out loud what she really thought: that you only loved the king for his financial power.
"No, Nanako, I do like like the king."
"Is he handsome?" Mimiko inquired curiously.
"Is he more handsome than Higuruma?" Nanako asked the real question.
"I think he's handsome."
"He's ugly," Nanako said to her twin, and she nodded.
"Hey!" You scolded them.
It didn't take long for you to arrive in front of the imposing door to the king's office. But before you placed your hand on the handle, you turned to them one last time. You had to warn them again. Your husband was not an easy man. You repeated, in a firm but low voice, that Sukuna was colder than eternal ice, rougher than a wild bull, and darker than gloom itself. You made it clear that he wasn't evil, just... relentless.
If they behaved, if they followed his orders without complaint and showed a stronger respect than they ever gave King Kamo, everything would be fine. He wouldn't hurt them. They both nodded, a little pale, but determined. You took a breath and reached for the handle.
Sukuna immediately gave you permission as soon as you knocked, his voice echoing from inside. Still, you didn't open the door completely. You only peeked your head in. Because, even though you were confident everything would be okay... your heart was still trembling.
"What's wrong, my daisy?" Your king questioned your strange behavior.
"Remember when I begged you to let me go to the commune to look for my sisters and I couldn't find them?" Sukuna nodded. "Well, I found them."
Sukuna couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had sent you on a mission certain you would fail. Not because of a lack of will, but because it was implausible. And yet, there you were. Victorious. Unwavering. He stood up, not out of surprise, but out of respect. Because you had brought more than just news with you: you had brought your sisters.
You entered the office with the twins clinging to your skirt, trembling, each step akin to boldness. As soon as they crossed the threshold, they peeked out from behind you to finally see the tyrant who ruled the kingdom they called home. And then they saw him.
A monster with the eyes of a man.
Their gazes widened, frozen between fear and fascination. Sukuna's face was stern, with lines as if carved in stone, and although his body defied humanity with its four arms and the extra eyes that made it unfathomable, there was something undeniably... attractive about it. If he had fewer limbs and a shred more humanity, he might have been handsome. Captivating, even.
But it was his gesture that broke the ice. The king knelt before them, slowly and solemnly, to look them in the eye. To speak to them from his height... descending to theirs.
"You must be Nanako and Mimiko. It is a pleasure to know you are safe and sound. Welcome to the kingdom of New Sukuna."
The king extended his upper hands with unusual solemnity, offering them with open palms, as if the brutality of his body could, for an instant, contain a gesture of peace. A simple act, but loaded with meaning. You, still with a spark of wonder in your eyes, encouraged them with a slight nod. You hadn't expected Sukuna to be so... gentle. At least not right away.
The twins hesitated, exchanged a glance, and then timidly moved forward. Their small hands rested on his, and in a movement almost choreographed by intuition, they bowed their heads in a reverence that sprang more from respect than fear. And in that instant, between the king's marked flesh and the innocence of their hands, something invisible seemed to be sealed.
"It's a pleasure, my king," they both said between stutters.
"How was your trip? Did you accomplish your goal?" His gaze finally fell on you.
"Yes, I entered the castle and..."
"You entered the castle?" Sukuna asked, perplexed.
"Yes, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
"I wanted you to give the warning, not necessarily to enter the castle because I know how difficult it is to do so peacefully. How did you get in?"
"They saw I was human and let me in. I can give you a report with everything I managed to see during my short visit," you replied with a proud smile.
Sukuna knew there was something fishy about your story.
Decades ago, he had sent humans from the Kamo commune as double agents, expendable pieces in his personal chess game. They all came back with the same story: blindfolded from the first moment, steps guided blindly, with no opportunity to learn more than cold walls and distant voices. Every failed attempt cost him lives, but failure irritated him even more. The frustration of not being able to unravel the enemy's secrets consumed him and ended with the execution of the innocent informant.
That you had entered and left that place so easily, discussing names and architecture as if you had strolled through a market, was an insult to his intelligence.
Either you were lying blatantly to him... or the Kamo knew something you yourself didn't.
And in both cases, he planned to extract the truth from you. He would do it as only he knew how: with surgical precision, cruel patience, and without ever raising his voice. But not now. This moment was sacred. You had been reunited with your sisters. And even if he didn't say it, even if he didn't show it, he understood the weight of that bond. The answers could wait.
For now.
"Good work." Sukuna pulled you closer by the waist to kiss your jaw tenderly. "Ready to go home?"
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Nanako and Mimiko's reaction to sailing the seas for the first time was a perfect reflection of yours long ago. Throughout the journey, they clung to the ship's railing, their eyes shining and their hair dancing in the salty wind, entranced by the vastness of the ocean. They laughed every time a shadow crossed the waves, dreaming of seeing some cursed creature rise from the depths, as if the sea were an enchanted setting.
You stayed close, vigilant, making sure no childish emotions would cause them to fall overboard. But you couldn't blame them: the sea had that ancient magic that aroused both wonder and fear. Meanwhile, Sukuna had retreated with Captain Dagon, discussing matters you probably preferred not to hear for now.
"I never thought we'd be back," Nanako whispered to Mimiko as they rode in the carriage towards Sukuna's castle.
The great bridge opened with ceremonial slowness, as if recognizing the importance of those crossing it. The king and queen and their new guests advanced toward the castle amidst the muffled sound of wheels on stone and the wind caressing banners.
When they reached the gates, a procession awaited them with restrained anticipation. Uraume and Kenjaku were there, solemn as statues. Your children too, their eyes searching anxiously among the faces. As soon as you stepped out of the carriage, you walked steadily toward it, ignoring all etiquette and protocol. Choso ran to you and excitedly threw himself into your arms after a week apart.
"I missed you so much, darling. Were you a good boy?" you picked him up.
"Yes, Mommy!" Choso nodded.
"And were you good boys?" You glared at Kechizu and Esou.
"Yes, Mommy..." Esou and Kechizu lied through their teeth. That morning they had broken a whole set of china.
"Uh-huh..." Mimiko cleared her throat to get your attention.
"And who is this kid?" Nanako asked. Their jealousy was obvious from miles away.
"He's you nephew-in-law... I think," you told them, going down to Choso to introduce them. "He's my son, along with Esou and Kechizu."
The girls looked at Choso suspiciously, but little by little they cautiously approached him like a pair of cautious cats with a new kitten.
"Well, well, who do we have here?" Kenjaku asked you, approaching your sisters.
Knowing now what Kenjaku had done to the Kamo, you couldn't see him the same way anymore, but for your own safety and that of your sisters, it was best not to let him know you knew.
"May I present my little sisters."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies. My name is Kenjaku." He smiled at them.
Kenjaku felt that old shudder run down his arm. His hand moved of its own accord again, guided by that pesky will. Before he could stop it, it was resting on Mimiko's head. The impulse took him by surprise. He had learned to resist, to contain that residual awareness that sometimes awakened in fragments, but this time, instead of violence, there was something different.
The hand descended slowly, as if caressing a memory, and brushed the girl's hair with unexpected tenderness, as if touching the soft fur of a frightened rabbit. Kenjaku held his breath, waiting for something to break. But it didn't. Nothing broke. No one screamed.
Mimiko remained still, surprised, but not hurt. And then Kenjaku understood: it wasn't a threat, not this time. Cautiously, he lowered his guard and allowed Suguru Geto's hand to extend toward Nanako as well. The touch was just as gentle. And for the first time in a long time, Kenjaku didn't know if it disturbed him... or moved him.
"Welcome home, Your Majesty." Uraume and the servants greeted Sukuna with a bow.
"I have an announcement," Sukuna said loudly, drawing everyone's attention. "From now on, my wife's sisters will be living here. So I expect you to treat them like queens, no less. Do you understand?" he ordered. Everyone agreed in unison.
"We will be treated like queens," Mimiko told Nanako excitedly.
"We'll have pretty dresses and toys!" Nanako added.
"Thank you, my love," you whispered to Sukuna.
"Anything for my daisy." He gave you a smile just for you.
You kissed his cheek affectionately before heading to the servants, eager to greet them after a week of absence. Mrs. Inoue greeted you with a warm hug, so tight that for a moment it made you forget the tiredness of the trip. Mr. Wasuke, always curious, squinted at you and mockingly asked what you had done during your week off.
You laughed, and instead of answering, you took out the shells you had collected on No Man's Island. You handed them to them like little treasures, and they both reacted like children, marveling at the pearly color and strange shapes that carried the scent of the sea.
But while the warmth of the welcome overflowed, high above the castle, a solitary crow watched in complete silence. Hidden among the gargoyles on a tower, its eyes shone with unnerving intelligence. It wasn't an ordinary crow: its gaze was connected with Mei Mei’s, back in the commune, as sharp as if it were seeing through a living lens. When it confirmed that you had arrived in Sukuna's kingdom, the bird took flight without a single caw.
A few minutes later, the door to Higuruma's office burst open. The judge, who had been sleeping hunched over a mountain of papers, woke with a start. His eyes were red-rimmed, and the dark circles under his eyes were marked like spilled ink on his face. Mei Mei entered unannounced, with the same determination as one wielding a sword.
"Curses?!" Higuruma exclaimed, horrified.
"No, I just came to say that Y/n finally arrived at the castle."
Higuruma breathed a sigh of relief at the good news. He rubbed his face with his hands to shake off his sleep for a minute to have a decent conversation despite his lack of rest.
"Is she all right?"
"She looks better than ever." Mei Mei smiled mischievously at him. "It seems like you had a great time on your honeymoon."
"Don’t tell me that." The judge grunted.
"Are you sure you don't want to know more?" Mei Mei raised her eyebrows.
"Does this have to do with the fact that the love of my life got married and went on a romantic honeymoon with the tyrant who's imprisoning us?" Higuruma gave her a death glare. "The lack of sleep really puts him in a bad mood," Mei Mei thought.
"No, she found her sisters," Mei Mei told him straight away for him to not suffer anymore.
He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his desk chair. "That's great. I'm so glad." He smiled at her before closing his eyes again.
Before she could say anything else, Mei Mei realized he'd fallen asleep. "Poor Judge, he's been working overtime," she thought before placing a blanket over him so he could rest well.
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After a lavish dinner to celebrate the return of the king and queen, Uraume assigned the twins new rooms, and the servants gave them a complete tour of the castle. The family retreated to the playroom to kill time before curfew.
Mimiko became an impromptu stylist, styling Choso's hair, creating ridiculous hairstyles. Nanako, with the concentration of an artist, drew pencil portraits of Esou and Kechizu, delicately capturing every line and shadow. Near the window, Uraume read silently, immersed in the pages of a book. Meanwhile, you and Sukuna faced off in a silent game of chess.
Sukuna was clearly frustrated. The game was close, almost at a stalemate, and he attributed it to an unexpected culprit: the two-piece dress you were still wearing since No Man's Island. He planned to take advantage of your tiredness after a long day, certain it would make you vulnerable. But, ironically, he was the one who was distracted.
As if watching you walk in that dress was already a distraction enough, now seeing you focused on the game, with elegance and determination in every movement, was like facing a bomb about to explode.
"I don't know whether to move the bishop or the pawn..." You thought aloud.
The pawn was two lines away from becoming a queen, within Sukuna's reach. "If you move the pawn, I'm going to eat the queen," he warned you.
You narrowed your eyes to focus on the game in front of you. "You're crazy. None of your pieces threaten my queen."
"You'll see." Sukuna shrugged.
After a few minutes of silent contemplation, you finally decided to move the pawn. As soon as the piece touched the board, you felt Sukuna gently take your hand and place a kiss on your knuckles. A smile spread across your lips at the unexpectedly sweet gesture.
But when you tried to pull your hand away, he held it firmly, squeezing your wrist to prevent it from slipping away. Unhurriedly, he placed another kiss on the back of your hand, followed by one on your wrist, and then another on your forearm. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you realized then that Sukuna hadn't warned you about his true game plan. This was a much closer game… and much more dangerous.
"Sukuna, not here. They're watching us," you whispered to him.
"Let them watch all they want," Sukuna growled.
The sound of several pieces falling and breaking against the floor broke the silence in the game room, drawing everyone's attention. Sukuna had grabbed your arm firmly, forcing you to sit on his lap. He wanted to shower you with kisses, but you shyly averted your face, afraid someone would see them in such an intimate moment.
To keep him from getting any hotter than usual, you began tickling his neck, causing him to respond with a mischievous grin and counterattack, tickling you back. Laughter erupted between you, pure and unrestrained.
Uraume, watching from a corner, had never seen Sukuna laugh like that: so loud, so free. Witnessing that close moment for the first time, he began to understand why Sukuna had wanted to marry you, despite the risk that you might be a traitor.
You gave him the respect he deserved as a king, you obeyed him loyally, but, most importantly, you treated him like one of your own, like the man he'd always been. You didn't care about his four arms, his extra eyes, or his imposing stature. To you, he was just Sukuna.
Nanako and Mimiko had never seen you blush or smile like that, not even when Higuruma was always trying to steal your heart. They finally understood that you didn't care about his power, his looks, or his wealth. You truly liked being with him.
You weren't a mere servant married out of obligation to her master, as they had thought. You were the queen who had won the love of her life.
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