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senseichaos · 4 months

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hi hi! That one-shot you did with Alastor broadcasting his and reader's..."love-making" was rather delicious but I can't help but think of you know..aftercare. It was quite rough and I'd love to see Alastor being sweet and sorta guilty for going so roughly cause we both know...reader was bleeding after😭😭😭

Yess I love writing aftercare and when I saw this I was immediately wanting to write it ! Thank you

"Pathetic" But still a princess,

Summary: Alastor roughed you up quite badly in your last.. fornication session.. so as to make it a more happy evening he gives you some very much needed aftercare! (Part 2 to "Pathetic")

Genre: Fluff, romance, slight sexual undertones

Warnings: Swearing, blood, Alastor is kinda bipolar considering how much more soft he acts in this compared to the last part, love confessions, lmk if I missed any

NOT EDITED NOR PROOFREAD (YET)

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Alastor carries you the entire way to his room, not wanting to rough up your brain by teleporting to his room. And oddly he sort of enjoyed the intimacy of it all. It's weird, Alastor is never really one to enjoy intimacy, but this odd time he feels nice giving you this comfort.

As he enters his room, he makes sure to lock the door behind him so no one comes in whilst he bathes you, and with a smile to you walks to his suite. The suite isn't the largest but it's big enough that when he places you on the side of the bath he can walk around you with ease.

"Alastor I think I'm bleeding," You say, looking at some scratches on your thigh as Alastor takes off his overcoat and folds it neatly. He gives you a soft look, placing his coat to the side.

"Well of course you are darling! My fawn had to learn her lesson somehow, hm?" Alastor says with a small chuckle, squatting down (his knees clicking as he does so) to turn on the water of the bath. You roll your eyes, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt as you contemplate taking it off.

"Take off your shirt, dear, it's nothing I haven't seen before," Alastor commands with a rather teasing tone, arranging the correct soap to put inside of your bath. You nod, pulling off your shirt and bra, discarding them onto the floor next to the bath. You almost cover yourself, but understand if you did Alastor would probably tell you off.

After the bath fills a bit Alastor taps the side of the bath, capturing your attention.

"You can get in now, fawn. It should be warm enough," He says, and you give him a small nod. Rather awkwardly with your pained thighs you manage to crawl yourself into the bath, Alastor does end up helping you a bit when you almost faceplant into the water, shifting you so you sit with a weirdly empathetic look for him.

"Now let's not fall on our face, shall we. I'd rather not have you more injured than you are already,"

You giggle, leaning up and squishing his cheek playfully.

"Awe you care about me, that's new," you say, and he takes your hand off of his face with a stern look.

"I wouldn't call it 'new', you just haven't seen it yet," He says, and you give him a confused look as he starts pouring some bubble soap into the bath.

"What haven't I seen?"

He laughs, shaking his head as he begins mixing in the soap with his hand.

"Me caring about you, silly doe," He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his wet hand. This causes you to shake the water off and give him an annoyed look.

"Give me an example,"

He looks up for a moment, thinking of an instance where he's shown care for you.

"Well, how about earlier today when I told you not to drink the tea because it was hot?" He asks, turning the water pressure on the hot water slightly higher. You roll your eyes, pulling your aching knees to your chest as the water around you rises.

"Oh so what, the bare minimum.. how caring of you Alastor,"

"Now don't get pissy with me, dear. I was only giving you an example of my caring for you," He chuckles, giving your nose a soft boop as he continues mixing the water. You notice his sleeve is dangerously close to the water, so you push his hand from the water slowly.

"Careful, you're gonna get your sleeves wet," You say, and Alastor smiles slightly wider.

"Don't worry about it, my dear. It's nothing I can't handle," He says, his green magic surrounding his sleeves and rolling them up to just above his elbows. "You shouldn't have to worry about something so small as my sleeves,"

Your eyes go glossy with tears at the odd affection in his voice. It's something you've never heard from him before. Sure there's the empty compliments, the empty pecks, but this is different. It's as if he loves you.

"Do you really care about me, Alastor?"

Alastor furrows his brows, turning off the hot water tap as the bath is full enough with water. He leans over, pushing his hand against your cheek as he leans there.

"Of course I do, my dear," he pauses, looking into the distance for a moment as if contemplating. "And I do apologize for being so rough with you today, you had to learn your lesson somehow,"

You giggle, pushing his hand away and leaning against the back of the bath.

"It's okay Alastor, I liked it more than I'd like to admit,"

Alastor rolls his eyes at this, grabbing a sponge from the corner of the bath.

"Charming, my fawn," He says, putting his sponge into the water and squeezing it so the soapy water fills it. He begins to scrub you with it, staring with your face as he pushes your hair from your face, holding you there by it.

"Fuck you, as if you didn't enjoy it either!"

He laughs, scrubbing your nose as you scrunch your eyes.

"Well of course I did dear, I wouldn't have initiated it if I hadn't, hm?" Alastor hums, moving to scrub your other cheek. You sputter on a cough, your eyes squinting at the way he scrubs you. He just chuckles, scrubbing your chin and jaw.

"Do you really have to clean the entirety of me?" You ask, biting your lower lip as he tilts your head back by your hair. Alastor continues to scrub your chin, moving to the other side of your jaw.

"Well of course I do, a clean fawn is a happy fawn." He says, pinching your cheek and cooing in a sort of cute fashion. Rolling your eyes you attempt to splash water at him, only for the water to be caught up in his green magic and placed back into the water.

"Now don't try anything silly, fawn,"

You moan in annoyance, hissing when his sponge begins to scrub the raw skin on your neck from the collar he had you in. The skin is bruised and even as a couple cuts from the force he used. You wonder what he thinks about when he looks at the damage. Does he find it funny? Does it feed a possessiveness in him? Does he feel guilty?

"What do you think about when you see the marks on me?" You ask out of the blue, against your better judgement.

Much to your surprise, Alastor just tilts his head in acknowledgement before speaking.

"Hm, well I feel a tad proud, and I feel a tad guilty. But, I also feel like I want to eat you up!" He answers, ending his sentence in a teasing manor. But you don't miss the slight hunger in his eyes at the thought. You narrow your eyes, speaking: "Please don't,"

"Oh I wouldn't, dear. It's just a tad fun to think about," He says with a humor in his voice, and you can't help but laugh. Alastor moves his hand from your hair, placing it on your neck as he pushes your head back with his thumb.

"Bet you'd get your rocks off to it," You chuckle, biting on your cheek uncomfortably as Alastor scrubs the back of your neck. His eyes darken slightly, tilting your head down to get better access to the back of your neck.

"Don't tempt me, fawn," He says softly, pressing the spong to your collarbone to clean the slightly bruised area. Hissing in pain you flinch away from Alastor as his sponge brushes onto a cut. He gives you a sort of stern yet understanding look, reaching out for your arm to pull you closer to him again as soft as possible.

"Sorry my dear, it's going to hurt," Alastor apologizes, setting his hand back onto your neck so he can scrub your shoulders. Once again you hiss when the sponge hits a sensitive area of raw skin, but this time you stay put.

"You know I don't think it's fair that you get to sit outside of the bath.. how are you gonna clean my legs!" You ask, Alastor just humors you with a chuckle.

"Like this,"

He spins you around gently so your legs are hanging off the edge of the bath, dripping water down to the tiled flooring below. He takes a hold of your left ankle and begins scrubbing your foot, causing you to begin giggling at the way he scrubs the ticklish area.

"Ah! That tickles..!" You laugh, clasping your damp hands over your mouth as he continues scrubbing your foot. Alastor doesn't acknowledge you, instead going to scrub down your calf.

"I still think this is unfair, what if I want to clean you!"

"I had a bath this morning, no point in bathing again," He says with an obvious tone. You roll your eyes, looking up at the roof as he continues to clean your left leg.

"Can I at least wash you another time?"

"Maybe If you continue to be steadfast in no longer entering my studio unprompted, fawn," He answers, leaning over you as he finishes your left leg, beginning to clean your stomach.

"I'm bored.." You groan, leaning your head back into the splashback of the bath. Alastor narrows his eyes, and suddenly a tentacle with another sponge appears behind you, pushing you before beginning to clean your back.

"What a needy thing you are,". He says, causing you to huff out in displeasure. To your surprise he leans over you even more, even slightly towering over you as he cleans your breasts. It makes you blush, really. Having him tower over you like this in almost a lascivious manor whilst doing the most domestic of things. He's just cleaning you, for Christ sake!

"Alastor,"

"Hm?"

You wonder. Does he love you? You want to ask it so badly. When he towers over you like this and cleans every crevice of your body does his heart clench? Does his body feel warm? Does he get those butterflies that you do? You wonder.

"Do you love me?"

He stops moving, both him and his tentacle which had started cleaning your lower back.

His eyes reflect a myriad of emotions, many of which you can't even begin to fathom. He seems almost on edge. As if your question had sent him into his brain completely.

"I.. I think I might in my own.." he pauses, placing his pointer finger against his chin in thought. "Immoral ways,"

"Immoral?"

He continues to wash you, along with the tentacle, seeming to have gotten his point across enough to continue what he was doing.

"I'm not a moral demon, dear. When I think of you I want to devour you, but, I also want to hold you,"

Devour you?

"Well, I love you Alastor.."

"I love you too, fawn. Now let's get to cleaning your hair, shall we?"

You groan, pouting in annoyance at the thought of spending another 30 minutes in this bath. Though Alastor just laughs to himself, squeezing your cheek.

"How cute you are when you're all mad at me, hm?"

You stick out your tongue at him.

Normal, well as normal as you can be, once again.

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t9fi · 4 months

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allure. — ryomen sukuna☆

pairing. True form, lord!Sukuna. Fem!reader.

warnings. Dirty talk. Misogyny. Reader is a virgin. Clit stimulation. Traditional roles. Sukuna being a big meanie. Literally bipolar!sukuna fr. kuna using you. Lil angst

word count. 1.8K

notes. Two chapters in one day? Your welcome. Like ughh, the punishment is gonna be so good guys like foaming at the mouth.

ch. two.

“Good girl”

The endearing nickname sent shivers down your spine. His admiration. His caresses. His words. It overwhelmed you completely.

Sukuna was keenly aware of how your body responded to his every action and word. His hand, once resting on your stomach, now cupped your pussy. Your eyes fluttered as a soft whimper escaped your lips.

"How adorable," he teased, his fingers lingering against your sensitive spot. Your knees trembled under his touch, causing you to lean into his chest. You could feel his warm breath against your ear, thick with desire. "Spread em."

And you obeyed. Your back arched as you willingly opened yourself wide for your beloved Lord. His fingers explored your entrance, teasingly brushing against your sensitive flesh. The sheer wetness that coated your thighs was a sensation you had never experienced before, driving your mind into a frenzy.

His fingertips glided up and down your slick folds, his voice a seductive whisper. "My sweet little pussy," Sukuna murmured.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes in sheer pleasure as his teasing pushed you over the edge. Straddling his lap, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, Sukuna continued to play with your pussy. "M-my lord," you struggled to say, your voice choking with lust. You wanted him to touch you more, to make you reach that peak of ecstasy.

Sukuna chuckled, looking down at your helpless form. "What is it, wife?" he asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. He wanted you to say it, to surrender completely.

Moaning, you began to grind against Sukuna's hand. "Uh, huh, little one, use your words," he urged.

Whining and pouting your lips, you looked up at Sukuna, your eyes pleading. "Please Lord, please touch me," you begged.

But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear the most depraved words escape your lips, to break you down completely. You could sense his disappointment hanging in the air. "Please, 'kuna, I want you to touch my pussy; make me cum," you finally confessed.

That nickname made something stir within him. "That's a good girl," he praised, his voice laced with hunger.

His fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Gripping the back of his hair, you let out soft moans of ecstasy. "'Kuna," you gasped.

His dick twitched against you. His breath grew hotter and more uneven, clearly aroused by your pathetic sounds.

Sukuna quickened the pace of his fingers, causing your hips to buck uncontrollably. The room was filled with your cries and he revelled in it. Though he didn't show it, his body spoke volumes.

You trailed your tongue from his neck to his jaw, leaving a gentle kiss. Now face to face with Sukuna, your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your head thrown back. Your hips moved desperately against his hands. "Mm, fuck," you cried out, your mouth hanging open, so close to reaching your climax.

His other hand moved towards your lips, his fingers sliding into your mouth. You were on the edge, so close to that mind-blowing release.

"Beg."

Your mind was clouded with desire, unable to think clearly. The words stumbled out of your mouth, barely audible, "P-please."

"Do you not want to cum for your King?" he asked, slowing his movements. You couldn't help but cry out, "Yes, yes please, Lord."

Sukuna's grin widened from ear to ear. "Then be a good girl and beg for it, beg for me to make you cum."

You nodded fervently, still grinding your hips against his fingers. "Please, Sukuna, I need it. I need you to make me cum, to claim me as yours."

His desire intensified. He wanted you to be completely his, to yearn for his touch, to be consumed by it.

He tightened his grip on your throat. "Cum for me."

And you did.

Your first ever orgasm felt like a euphoric dream. Your entire body trembled, causing your back to arch as you cried out his name. As you rode out the waves of pleasure, your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze filled with a dark, lustful hunger.

"You're such a good girl," he whispered softly, his hands caressing the sides of your hips.

For an evil king, he showed surprising tenderness and gentleness towards you.

Wanting to reciprocate the pleasure he had given you, your hand reached for his cock, but he stopped you with a firm hand. "No, you don't deserve that."

Your heart sank, realising that he was merely using you for his own satisfaction. It was predictable.

He pushed you away and swiftly got out of the bathtub, slipping on his robe. He glanced back at you. "Not yet."

The maids had meticulously tidied you up, leaving you in Sukuna's room, which was now also yours. This time, you were adorned in a delicate, light pink kimono adorned with cherry blossom motifs that danced across the fabric. Your hair cascaded down, beautifully styled. Your makeup was subtle yet impactful. However, despite your efforts, Sukuna's hurtful words lingered, making you feel undeserving and unattractive.

"You don't deserve that," his words echoed in your mind. As you sat on the edge of the bed, you couldn't help but feel like a mere puppet, existing solely to fulfil your husband's desires. Even though you had reached your physical climax, it felt as if something was still missing, as if you hadn't truly found satisfaction.

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to ruin the carefully applied makeup. You gently rubbed your eyes, trying to hold back the flood of emotions.

Knock. Knock.

"Ma'am, Lord Sukuna requests your presence in the dining hall," the maid informed you. "He wants you to meet his friends."

Friends? Sukuna had friends? The thought surprised you, momentarily distracting you from your inner turmoil.

"Thank you," you managed to say, your voice slightly shaky as you wiped away the tears from your face.

This was going to be an interesting night.

As you strolled through the grand halls of the castle, your eyes couldn't help but take in the sight of all the stolen treasures and weapons that had been amassed by previous sorcerers. A nervous gulp escaped your lips as you realised the magnitude of the power that resided within these walls.

Following the guidance of a maid, you found yourself standing at the entrance of the dining hall. It was a sight to behold. The table stretched out before you, adorned with a lavish feast that seemed to cover every inch. You felt a bit lost, like a sheep in unfamiliar territory.

Suddenly, a voice called out, breaking you from your thoughts. "Wife," Sukuna's voice rang through the hall. Your head instinctively turned, scanning the sea of faces to find your husband amidst the crowd of men. And there he was, looking absolutely dashing. His hair slicked back, with a few rebellious strands falling gracefully. His black kimono exuded an air of mystery and power. He was undeniably handsome.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you made your way towards him. There was an empty seat next to him, and you moved to take it, but before you could, he grabbed your wrist. "Perform your wifely duties and give your husband a kiss," he commanded. Leaning down, you aimed for his lips, only to be stopped. "My cheek, woman," he snarled. You quickly planted a peck on his right cheek before taking your seat.

Sitting beside him, you couldn't help but feel the weight of all the eyes in the room. They stared at you like curious monsters, their gazes filled with intrigue and perhaps a hint of envy.

Sukuna, seated at the head of the table, spoke with utmost authority. "This is my wife, Y/N," he announced, his voice carrying across the room. Greetings and compliments echoed through the hall, as the other men acknowledged your presence.

One man, with grey hair and mismatched eyes, spoke up. His face adorned with stitches, he gave off an eerie vibe. "She is very pretty," he commented. You glanced over to another man who had black hair, half of it tied up in a bun, and stitches on the top of his head. He too seemed peculiar.

Sukuna simply hummed in response to the comments, his satisfaction evident. "Now, let us eat," he declared, signalling the start of the feast.

You glanced down at your plate, marvelling at the abundance of food before you. It had been ages since you had seen such a feast, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and suspicion.

Sukuna leaned in closer, his voice laced with curiosity, "Is there something wrong with your meal, my dear?" His words hung in the air, leaving you unsure of his intentions.

With a forced smile, you played the role of a contented wife, replying in a hushed tone only meant for his ears, "No, I absolutely love it. Thank you, my Lord." He nodded in response, returning to his own meal.

You cautiously began to eat, savouring each bite. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when the grey-haired man yelled out, “So Y/N, are the rumours true?, is the Sukuna big down there”.

The words caught in your throat, causing you to choke on your food.

Sukuna's anger flared, his voice dripping with menace as he confronted Mahito, "Do you have a death wish, Mahito?" His gaze bore into the man, warning him of the consequences.

Mahito, seemingly unfazed, brushed off the tension with a wink in your direction. This only fueled Sukuna's frustration, leading him to mutter curses under his breath.

You couldn't help but wonder why Sukuna didn't take immediate action. He had the power to punish or even kill Mahito, yet he remained seated, his inaction leaving you perplexed.

There was an undeniable urge within you to check on him, to ensure his well-being. Your hand gently rested on his thigh, giving it a slight squeeze, "Kuna, are you okay?"

That name. Fuck he loved it.

His gaze shifted towards you, seemingly impassive, as if your actions had no effect on him. But deep down, they truly did.

"I'm fine, woman," he replied, his tone laced with annoyance. Leaning closer, his breath brushed against your face. "Now remove your hands before I bend you over in front of everyone in this room.”

Your eyes widened, a gulp escaping your throat, as you quickly averted your gaze back to your food. Your appetite vanished, replaced by a feeling of sickness and being used.

Sukuna and the rest of the men continued their conversation, while you remained silent, afraid to utter a word. The fear of your husband's potential punishment in front of everyone in the room kept you paralyzed. The cursed energy emanating from these men seemed to infect your very being, making you feel nauseous and on the verge of vomiting.

Without a moment's hesitation, you stood up and hastily left the dining hall, aware of the piercing gazes fixed upon you.

Little did you know, you had just committed the gravest error of your existence.

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