Never Too Old

BANG IN THE MIRROR. | M.FUSHIGURO.

OCT 22ND. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + MIRROR SEX.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. a girls day out with nobara has you blowing up megumi’s phone with pictures of you in the cutest, tightest, shortest dress he’s ever seen—and after a few more sinful messages, your dress makes its debut in your boyfriend’s private show.

ৎ୭ wc. 6304.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, college!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem + bimbo!reader, praise!kink, slight!iexhibitionism, sexting, orgasm control, body-worship, fingering, bondage, cum-play, cum-eating, mirror sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. ree it’s friday again! today i bring you a fic featuring my sweetest boy, i hope you all enjoy! apologies for my absence this week, i hope you’re all safe and well <3

ৎ୭ now playing. cyber sex - doja cat.

the night started, with a text.

megumi’s barely paying attention when a text under your contact of ‘sweet girl’ rolls through. it’s all in lowercase and there’s one of those heart shaped emoticons stuck right next to your name— one that he knows you’d put down yourself because he’d never do that on his own and he’d never have the heart to change it, even though your contact sticks out like a sore thumb in his recent calls and texts, against the sea of capital letters and full names.

megumi barely looks as he opens your chat, phone in one hand while he quickly jots down notes with the pen you’d gifted him in his other hand. it’s kinda funny how much of you resides with him even while you’re apart— nobara having stolen you away today for a girls trip to the mall, giving the dark haired male time to study something else aside from your eyes, your lips, the curve of your waist…

he had time to focus.

except for now when his gaze slips to your text, lighting up his screen, reading the words without a second thought, a smile playing at his shiny lips just thinking about you.

sweet girl ♡ at 5:59PM - i thought of you when i bought this, do you like it gumi? the colour reminded me of you!

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suggestive/smut, fem reader, it's midnight if this is bad that is why

guys with big dicks. and i just don't mean he hangs well down there, with a good girth and a length that can reach your cervix. he knows damn well he's big, and would love nothing more than to just see your pretty, soft eyes stream with filthy tears down your face as you struggle to take his cock down your throat.

he grips your head down so your nose is brushing against his pelvic bone, a satisfied groan ripping for his throats as you take his cock so well. "look up for me, pretty baby," he says, "you look so fucking beautiful, god."

and the praise makes you more confident as you removed your mouth from his cock for air, making eye contact the whole time as you catch your breathe. he stares at your tits as your chest heaves up and down for hair, and a loving gaze into your pupils as you wrap your lips around it again. moving your head up and down in a way that drives him crazy, stroking the parts you obviously cannot reach with your hands. you don't bother rubbing the wet mascara under your eyes, as it seems to turn him on more.

minutes pass like that before he spills his load down your throat with a satisfied moan, almost a whine. you maintain your gaze, batting your eyelashes at him as he softly chuckles when you pull away, opening your mouth to show him the liquid inside of your mouth. he slyly smiles, possessively even, when he sees you swallow. bringing your face to his, he opens his mouth:

"your eyes look so fucking beautiful with your face fucked by my cock. i wanna see if i can make 'em roll back with my fingers or cock inside of you now, does that sound okay?"

taiga kagami, junpei hyuga, sawamura daichi, kei tsukishima, tetsurou kuroo, lev haiba, issei matsukawa, hajime iwaizumi, koutarou bokuto, akinori kohona, wakatoshi ushijima, eita semi, satori tendou, reon ohira, miya twins, rintarou suna, kiyoomi sakusa, keishin ukai, sebastian michaelis, suguru geto, naoya zenin, eijirou kirishima, hanta sero, katsuki bakugou, neito monoma, shouta aizawa, hitoshi shinsou, yo shindo, kiego takami, touya todoroki, etc

tonight m thinking abt mitsuya n his raging breeding kink

mitsuya’s always been a family man, you’ve known that since day one— he’d constantly tell you about his fuzzy lil dream of you two together with 3 mini mitsuyas running around, two sons and one daughter. and it was cute ... cute how his eyes would light up— all big n bright as he droned on and on about this desire of his. cute how he’d rub little circles on your tummy while whispering so smoothly into your ears, kisses connecting to the lobes of them.

but in bed .. god in bed, he’s an animal. pumping your abused little cunt full of his cum over and over till you physically can’t handle anymore. till you’re leaking, drooling his seed all over.

“drain me, baby, know you can do it. know this pretty little pussy can take it” he huffs, thumb on your puffy clit, “you can take it can’t you? hm?” eyes locked on where you’re swallowing him whole so messily, his words slurred— drunk of your addictive heat. when he gets like .. this, he always talks to your pussy. encouraging it— “be good for me, give me what i want, mama”

and once he’s done, once he’s finally empty and wrung dry, he shoves his fingers up your cunt.

feeling the warmth of his cum in your pussy he smiles n looks at you, cheeks flushed a pale pink, sweat running down the sides of his head, hair all messy— disheveled.

and he sighs, with a slight giggle.

“i gave you all of me, baby”

♱ ‧₊˚. X MARKS THE SPOT ꒰ jjk men + nsfw twt visuals + accompanying drabbles ꒱ nsfw — mdni, f!reader, yuuji [oral + fingering (f!rec), squirting, hair pulling, begging, mindbreak], megumi [missionary, vanilla sex, dacryphilia], gojo [dry humping, teasing, premature ejaculation, petnames (doll, baby)], toji [gunplay, degradation, dirty talk, use of "whore"], sukuna [breeding, creampie, implied overstim, mindbreak]. part two coming with the rest of the jjk men soon. also, recs for twt accounts inclusive of all skin tones and sizes would be so appreciated ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆

yuuji itadori. he doesn't think he can go a day without eating you out; his slick-coated lips kissing and sucking on your clit while two of his fingers quirk against that one precious spot inside you that he knows will have you spilling all over his face in no time. he can't get enough of the way you tug on his pink locks, the heels of your feet digging into his shoulder blades. what he loves the most, though, is your voice. it's whiny and needy and so, so cute. he's not exactly sure what you're begging him for— but neither do you; the feeling of his hot mouth attacking your cunny and his fingers scissoring themselves against your walls is enough to have you speaking in tongues.

megumi fushiguro. he always fucks you like this— slowly, intimately, lovingly every time he returns home from a mission. breaths mingled, limbs intertwined and clouded eyes blurring the line between love and lust. he swallows the murmured "i love you's" that you leave on his lips, the weight of your words travelling straight to his cock. a hand runs through your hair as he catches the tears that fall onto the apples of your cheeks with his own, a familiar warmth flooding his chest from how loved you make him feel. he always fucks you like this— a sound reminder that at the end of the day, no matter what, he's always going to come back home to you.

toji fushiguro. he loves the thrill of fucking you with his gun. loves to hear the shakiness in your moans when he eases the barrel into your slick cunny— loves the way you cover your face from the embarrassment brought on from how much this turns you on, when you know it shouldn't. he laughs when the front side slides up against that one squishy spot inside you that has your thighs squeezing around his hand; he's sucking and kissing all over your neck, his baritone voice ringing through your ear, pushing you closer and closer to your high, "look at how you're gushin' all over my glock— does it turn you on that much? haha, you filthy fuckin' whore."

satoru gojo. he's a tease most of the time, but he won't deny how much it turns him on when you flip the switch on him. his jaw falls slack when you grind down on his hard dick while wearing those shorts of yours that he loves so much; every drag of your clothed cunny over his length making the fire in the pit of his stomach burn brighter. his laboured groans of "you're killin' me, doll," only make you grind down harder, coaxing moan after moan from him. he's quick to cum— making a mess as he spills his thick seed all over your ass; but he's back to being hard again as soon as he spots your slick leaking through the fabric of your shorts, "looks like it's my turn now, baby."

ryoumen sukuna. he fucks you with the sole purpose of filling your womb up to the brim with his cum. he despises the thought of having even a single minuscule droplet of his seed going to waste, but those thoughts leave his head as soon as he catches sight of it oozing out of your spoiled cunny. his cum is potent; thick, and creamy, and warm, and he feels himself getting hard again from admiring your fucked out state. he's quick to line up his dick a third, fourth, maybe even fifth time at your entrance, sliding into it with ease. insatiable, is what he is— fucking you full until his balls are emptied and you're reduced to nothing but a dumb, babbling mess beneath him.

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Sukuna and Aizawa have the same VA.

#𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀.

—cw: gn!reader, threesome, blowjob, gagging, doggy style.

— Send me the characters who have the same voice actor and I'll cook a lil smtg.

It's the fact that both of them are so strict with you. Have you crying and all, begging to be gentle. But you know they won't.

Sukuna had you firm, hitting it from behind, his ring tattooed left hand pushing you down where you were gagging on Shota's cock.

"Don't be so rough with her," the black haired man spoke up.

"But you enjoy it, don't you?" Sukuna smirked as usual.

Aizawa rubbed his thumb on your chin that had the mixture of his precum and your saliva trailing down. He gently gathered it and shoved it back in your mouth. Poor you. Greedy you. Couldn't help but suck on his thumb. Eyebrows frowned because how deep Sukuna's cock was in you. He was sure giving Shota a show of your amazing expressions.

emo boyfriend’s.

🗒 ❛ sasuke uchiha & eren yeager.

warnings … fem!reader, two obsessive boyfriends, polyamory, jealousy, threesome, public play, oral ꒰ f & mxm ꒱, power dynamic … mostly eren, domesticity, spoiled reader in terms of getting plowed lmao, use of a collar & leash, body worship, use’s reader like a toy, sort of bimbo reader?, dubcon!, overstim, clit spanks, degradation, pet names, slight humiliation?, breeding, this is kind of self indulgent, black coded.

mocha’s note .ᐟ … thought i’d put my two husbands in a scenario. the og and the current lover. two emo fuckers.

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"Lost Lamb." | OG Sukuna X Reader | Pilot

{ This is a pilot read for my next Sukuna x Reader fanfic!! }

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Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, blood, some slight gore, mentions of burning bodies, runaway reader, caught stealing, servant reader, Master x Servant, mentions of abuse, trigger warnings, abandonment, starvation (???), Uraume cooks a human-

Reader: Female Reader

Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

Words: 4.673k

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! <3

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The harsh grasp of his hand on your throat choked out any amount of air that would have reached your lungs. Nails as sharp as knives threatening to slit your jugular and let the crimson liquid spill into his palm.

No one has ever before dared to enter his temple —his home— and lived. So why? Why did a young woman such as this one decide to tempt fate and test her life?

"Pl-Please... don't..." She choked out, blood pooling from her lips.

Sukuna sneered in disgust at the sight. "Why shouldn't I?"

Fat tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, shaking and trying to stay composed so as to not upset the curse further. You knew death was going to come easy if you said the wrong things or did something to annoy him.

"I caught you scavenging like a pathetic rat in my kitchen." Eyes that could cut diamonds pierced your heart. "How dare you, human?"

"...D-Didn't mean... upset you...."

"Pathetic. A mortal like you shouldn't be allowed another ounce of breath."

You knew he was right; you had gone into his home looking for food. Tempting the gods into giving you a punishment by his hand. The King of Curses finding you looking for food and stealing from him was going to have a consequence, and yet you didn't care.

You were hungry, on the verge of death even.

"Please... let me.. pay you.." You cried, your whimpering growing quiet as air was sucked from your chest.

"Pay me? PAY ME?" A loud bellow left the cursed king, the laugh rattling your bones and heart to the core.

"You wish to pay for that food you tried to steal from me? That's laughable. I wouldn't allow it even if you got on your hands and knees and begged for forgiveness."

With a swift recoil of his arm, Sukuna threw you into a wall. A crack echoing from the back of your skull before you landed on the ground, a bleeding and coughing mess. His footsteps slowly numbed into the background as an ear-splitting headache surfaced.

"If you wish to live, however.."

Blood, spit and tears collected in a small puddle on the floor as Sukuna spoke. The ringing in your head makes you cry into a shriveled up mess of misery.

"You'll cook, clean, and serve me whichever way I wish."

His hand came down on the back of your head, nails digging into your temples as Sukuna lifted your gaze to him again.

"Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Unable to nod, you gave a small 'yes' as you desperately held back a cough. Sukuna scoffed, releasing your head and dropping you onto the cold floor. He turned his attention to the servant that was peeping in on the conversation, calling them over and speaking to them.

"Uraume, take this.... human.. to the showers." Sukuna's voice was slowly fading into the buzzing noise. "Make sure she's taken care of by tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Sukuna." The servant mumbled, bowing their head slightly before turning to you.

Sukuna took one more look down at you and turned, heading towards the temple doors and out to only God knows where. The person called 'Uraume' stepped forward and knelt down, gesturing for you to stand and grab a hold of their hand.

"Th-Thank you." You mumbled, though didn't think you should've.

"You're welcome." They mumbled, hooking your arm around their neck and placing their hand around your waist. "Let's go."

Quietly, the subordinate guided you to the showers. Your eyes looking around the temple as you both walked by the many statues of the shrine's owner and the littering offerings in the large hallway. The soft sound of water cascading down a mountain echoed throughout the empty walls, and the sight of a waterfall nearby creating hot-springs could be seen outside a window.

"This place was always a little gloomy." Uraume mumbled, catching your attention. "Sukuna never really likes... guests."

"I c-can... tell.." Swallowing down the spit, or blood, in your throat to speak.

"I apologize for making you speak in your condition. Please, don't speak until you feel better."

Nodding, you learned some more weight onto Uraume to which they obliged. And as you walked to the warmth of the shower room, you thought back to how you ended up in this trouble.

Thinking back to the village you formerly lived in, remembering how they had pushed you away, forcing you to learn how to fend for yourself and take care on your own. Quickly adapting to the life of a thief and stealing bread from the local bakery at sunrise every morning before others woke up.

Some people in the village felt pity for you; handing out free food and shelter when they could, but soon ending their services when the town's chief found out.

Your life wasn't always like that though. You had a mother and a father that loved you dearly. Giving you hot meals every night and treating you like the love of their life. Fresh clothes whenever they could afford new silks when the city's trader came around, fashioning them into pants and coats for school and everyday wear.

But, they soon grew to hate you when your father started to come home drunk. He'd take out his anger on you and your mother did nothing but ignore the abuse she was forced to witness. You never knew why she didn't help you, to at least heal you when your cuts got too deep.

And when they kicked you out, you still didn't get an answer from her. Living alone, cold, and always dirty was what your life turned into.

Stumbling away from that hell hole and into the forest was your only choice when a fire broke out and burned the place to the ground. Finding shelter somewhere near Sukuna's home for months at a time until you ventured too far and came into contact with the temple.

The clean sight of the shrine had taken you by surprise, seeing as it was in the middle of the forest and no clear path to it. And the smell of fresh food being cooked inside made your stomach churn with want. Gradually, you started stalking out the home, figuring out the best time to break in and hopefully get some food before you leave.

Right when you managed to get in, Sukuna happened to come along as you got into his meat storage.

His glare alone made you want to cry for mercy and beg til you died for forgiveness. That was before he clamped a hand down on your throat and dragged your body to where Uraume was cleaning.

"Lean your head back," They gently ordered. Their hands work through your matted hair and wash out the suds with a cup of warm water from the tub.

Thanking them, you lifted your arms when they asked and melted at the feeling of the rag gliding over your body. Nearly a year of dirt being washed away as you soaked in the tub.

"Is the water comfortable?" Uraume asked, rubbing their hand against your back. "Do you need more warm water from the springs?"

Shaking your head, you felt the ringing in your ear stop and the migraine leave as you relaxed. Once you were finished, soft splashing echoed through the room as you stood to get out. Uraume held onto your hand for support and wrapped a towel around you once your feet met the floor.

"I'll take you to get you fresh clothes to wear." They said, patting down your hair.

"Are you almost finished, Uraume?" A voice huffed from the doorway.

You shuttered at the sight of Sukuna's large frame filling the door. His torso exposed and four arms tattooed with singular black bands covering his wrists and biceps folded over his chest. Choking down the lump in your throat, you averted your gaze to the floor.

"Yes, Master." Uraume answered Sukuna, not even giving him a second glance as they continued to dry your hair.

"Good." He mumbled, watching you squirm under his gaze. A hateful glare leaving him for a moment at your unease before he headed down the hall.

"Where's he going?" You asked quietly, trying to not strain your voice.

"Most likely his throne room." Uraume responded, folding the used towel before grabbing a brush.

"He goes there around this time before I begin cooking. It's around the main hall, where you were, but you couldn't see it from your positioning."

"Oh.."

Uraume made quick work of your hair, not tying it up so that it didn't become matted again when it was fully dry. They stood and took you to what appeared to be a servant's chambers, most likely their own, as they looked for a kimono in the closet nearby.

"Sit on the bed, please?" They asked, sorting through the clothing.

Doing as asked, you sat and looked around the small room. It was very neutral and it reminded you of the grounds outside. Many deep blues and turquoise counters clashed with white marble walls and red carpeting. The bed wasn't very large, but just big enough for Sukuna's subordinate to sleep in, which they didn't seem to complain about. And a singular window covered by a white cloth gave a small view of the gardens you remembered.

"How long have you been here?" Scooping your drying hair over your shoulder, you ran your fingers through the strands.

"For a few years." The monk answered, pulling out a simple outfit like their own. White interior and a blue, almost black, for the rest of the outfit.

"I don't really remember when we met, but we've been working together for as long as I know."

Standing, you took the outfit from Uraume and bowed, thanking them before they left. Closing the door, Uraume let you know where to find them if you needed anything. So, you got dressed in the outfit and fixed your hair up to look decent, exiting the room only to feel unnatural and out of place in the big temple.

The countless amounts of offerings from the surrounding villages spilled from their bowls and buckets. Some rather gory presents were heads or dead animals that seemed to be preserved so they didn't smell.

God, so many.. I wonder why he gets offerings anyways? To keep him 'pleased' maybe?

"What are you doing here?" Sukuna's voice echoed from his throne.

Startled by the sudden sound, you tripped on your foot and stopped yourself before you fell onto the floor. "U-Uh, I was-"

"Answer me." He ordered, his claws cutting the skull his on armchair.

"I'm looking for Uraume."

A hum left him before a silence filled the air, the conversation that happened almost an hour ago replaying in your head. His large hands gripping your throat and your toes unable to feel the ground. The scenario played on loop in your mind; so when Sukuna spoke again, your lips let out a small squeak.

"They're in the kitchen preparing my meal." He answered, pointing a long nail towards a hallway. "Be useful and go help them. Leave me be until dinner is made."

With a curt bow, you headed towards the echoing sounds of clattering pots and pans. But, the sound of Sukuna calling for you to stop made your heart drop.

"What's your name, mortal?" Sukuna asked, barely turning his head towards you.

Feeling the heat of your cheeks rise at his gaze, fumbling with the ends of your collar as you force out an answer from your sore throat.

"Y-Y/n... L/n."

Nodding, Sukuna ran his tongue over his lower lip before staring ahead. "Call me 'Lord Sukuna' or 'Master' from now on, servant."

Leaving the cursed spirit alone, you make your way down the hall you were previously dragged down and meet with Uraume's back. At the sound of your footsteps, they turned around and greeted you, pulling a knife from its holder and placing it on a cutting board.

"Sukuna sent you in here to help me?" They asked, cutting up some vegetables and dumping them into a pot.

"Yeah, I hope I'm not a bother."

"No, it's actually nice to have some help around here."

Heading towards the monk, you stood in front of the boiling pot and peered inside. Your nose comes into contact with the smell of boiling greens, and some spices and herbs added to the broth.

"What's this?" You asked, gesturing towards the pot.

"Food for Sukuna." Uraume answered, cutting up some meat before placing it on a rock set up over a fireplace.

The raw meat looked like it wasn't drained of all blood, some even trickling down the sides of the large steak and onto the hot stone. It smelled odd, as if you've smelled it before, but couldn't quite guess where.

"That meat looks bad, are you sure it's okay to serve?"

"It's fine, I got it from a villager yesterday evening."

Oh... still, it doesn't look good. "What kind? Boar meat?"

"Woman." Uraume answered bluntly, a sick churn in your stomach at the response.

"...That's a really bad joke." You mumbled, glancing at the cooking flesh. "Y-You are joking right?"

Uraume didn't answer, but just chopped up more herbs for the broth cooking in the pot before turning to face you again. "No, I'm not."

Your stomach twisted and you cupped a hand over your mouth, dashing over to a bin for trash and hurling your empty stomach acid into the can. Uraume went back to their preparations before speaking again.

"Half of our offerings come from the dead." They started, picking up some cloth to protect their hands from the handles.

"Some are still living when we receive them, and it really depends on Sukuna's mood whether to kill them on the spot or not. But, this is what most of the meat comes from. Women and children are the protein that he eats."

The gagging noises soon ended when the churning in your gut resided, wiping your lips clean of vomit on the back of your sleeve as you came up for air. "He's a cannibal?"

"I don't know if you can call him a cannibal now, since he's a curse."

Flashes of your burning village swirled in your mind as your eyes landed on the cooking meat. The smell is sickeningly delicious on your nose, but tearing your eyes away from the slab to the counter with all you can muster made you sick.

"Here," Uraume lifted a piece of cooked meat up to your lips. "You're weak. Eat it."

"Uh.." You stuttered, eyes growing wide at the offering. "Is it human too?"

"No, it's beef. I cook more than a human, darling."

Taking a small breath, you took the morsel in your mouth and cooed at the flavors pooling down your throat. The seasoning was perfect and cooked to a nice medium rare that was soothing to the pallet.

It's just a bite, but I want a whole plate.

"Better?" Uraume asked, picking up the pot and stirring some noodles with the broth.

"Yes, very much, thank you."

"You're welcome, Y/n."

As you silently helped Uraume with preparing Sukuna's dinner — slowly learning how to cook which things properly — you were finally told to go into the dining area around the corner and set the table.

"I'll be right back then." You bowed, heading off towards the dining room.

Uraume had given you easy directions to the area, and you found it in a manner of a few short minutes. Once there, you quickly took in the Japanese theme of your surroundings before setting up the table and utensils.

Small banners —or flags, you presumed— hung from the ceiling with splashes of blood near the ends of each.

So far, it's not that bad here.. Feeling out the wound in the back of your head, you rubbed the spot gently before wincing at the ache. Other than that, of course.

"Servant." Sukuna's rough voice alerted you, forcing you to look up and meet your gaze with him.

His brows furrowed. "You're supposed to be helping Uraume."

"They said to come in here and set the table.." You whimpered, twirling your thumbs together and standing quickly.

Sukuna snorted, walking over to the large pillow placed at your feet and took a seat. Running a hand through his pink hair, he waved you off and told you to help your partner. Rushing off to the kitchen again, you nearly collided with Uraume as she pushed a cart full of food to the table.

"Oh- hello." They stammered out, the look of shock being the one look of emotion on their face since you arrived.

Dinner went by in a haze; Sukuna said that you were going to officially start learning from Uraume tomorrow morning and to wake up early so you could get a head start sooner.

You and Uraume had shared a meal later on after Sukuna headed to the showers, not really speaking much as your voice was in need of recovery. But you had a feeling that if Sukuna didn't decide to make you his servant, you'd be the one he ate instead of the random woman he ingested earlier.

So what made him choose that instead of murdering me?

"What's on your mind?" Uraume asked, looking up from their dish.

"Nothing.." You responded, swallowing some noodles and announcing your leave.

Bowing and thanking Uraume for the meal, you headed towards the kitchen again with the cart. The clattering of dishes echoed throughout the empty hallway, soon ending when you had finished cleaning and putting away the plates and utensils when Uraume walked in with their dish.

"Oh, you did the dishes?" A brow raised when they opened one of the compartments and saw them cleaned perfectly.

"Might as well, right?" You smiled weakly, clasping your hands together in front of your middle. "Since I'm going to be here for a while?"

"While it is quite a small time, Y/n." Uraume nodded at the dishes and gave a small thumbs up. "But, you did great on these. I'll get mine cleaned and take you to Lord Sukuna's chambers."

You blinked; once, twice, a third time. "Excuse me?"

"He's going to escort you to your new room, of course." Uraume muttered, dipping the plate into a sink full of warm water and running a sudsy sponge over it.

"I have to head out after dinner and fix the gardens before bed."

Slowly, you nodded, your body trembling at being around your newfound master. Feeling the memory of his rough hands clutching your throat and draining the life from your lungs resurfaced again. Rubbing the, now bruised, skin of your jugular and winced at the slight pain. Your voice would probably be okay within a day or two, but you knew that those red eyes would haunt your dreams for many months.

"Let's get going." Uraume spoke up, wiping their hands dry on their clothes before exiting the room a final time that night. "It's this way."

As you made your way to the King's bedroom, you heard the calm river running outside. Crickets chirped as cicadas and other insects joined them in the night. Hearing the sounds of a bath running caught your attention as you got closer and closer to the shower room.

"Sukuna, Y/n needs to be taken to her quarters?" Uraume announced, pushing open the door.

"I'll be finished in a moment, Uraume. You can go to the gardens now, thank you." His voice echoed from inside.

With a nod, Uraume turned towards you and gave a slight bow in goodbye and headed towards the temple doors. Sukuna called you inside the bathroom, taking your mind off of Uraume's task and heading into the room until you choked on a gasp.

Sukuna was resting his chin on his forearms, lazily blinking at you as you stumbled back and hit your shoulder on the door frame. A deep sigh left his lips before he lifted his head and summoned you over with a few flicks of his fingers. The singular bands shining slightly due to the water stuck to his skin.

"Don't just stand there, servant. Open the window."

Shaking your head, you headed over to one of the windows and pulled back it's cover. The moon light pooled into the room, shimmering off of the tub water. Walking over to Sukuna, you knelt down to your knees and avoided looking into the tub to remain at least the littlest bit respectful to the male.

"A-Anything else, sir?" You asked, biting your lip stubbornly as your brows furrowed together.

"...Clean my back." Sukuna responded slowly, as if questioning whether to let your slip of the tongue anger him or not.

Feeling a lump form in your throat, you picked up the rag Uraume used before and dipped it into the water. Sukuna's brow lifted for a moment while his eyes followed your movements, before leaning forward and turning his back to you.

Oh my... Many scars littered his back, not very large or ugly ones, but little nicks and close calls from past battles and fights.

Etched into his skin permanently that didn't even make you recoil, but rather look in awe for a moment before you remembered your task. Pressing the cloth against the middle of his back, you washed in circular motions as you made your way up and towards Sukuna's nape and shoulder blades.

Occasionally squeezing the rag and draining it before dipping it into the water again and bringing it up to Sukuna's spine. Once you felt your work was done, you told Sukuna you finished to which you got a hum in response.

"Pull back the cover so I can dress in private." Sukuna said, nodding at the bamboo screen.

Quickly getting to your feet, you closed the screen around the tub and sat down beside it. Hearing the sound of water splashing and dripping onto the carpeted ground, the sound of a towel being flung around for a few moments made you look up.

The shadow of Sukuna drying himself off made your cheeks flush as you lifted him his robe over the screen. His nails grazed against the back of your hand, your arms retracting as soon as Sukuna had his clothing and pressing against your chest.

"Finished." Sukuna announced, putting the screen back into place. "To your chambers, right?"

"Y-Yes, Master." You mumbled, your eyes staring at Sukuna's fumbling hands.

You could barely see his second pair of arms folded above the kimono's belt. A large mouth with its tongue sticking out the side made your brows raise slightly.

"This way."

Sukuna took a freshly dried towel with him, drying his hair as he made his way down the hall in the opposite direction of the throne room and main corridors. Lanterns hung from the walls, burning bright flames and became less and less in amount as you grew closer to your room. And as if struggling to keep up with Sukuna's long strides wasn't enough, you had to jog up to him a few times to keep pace.

"This is my room, in case Uraume didn't tell you before." Sukuna waved a hand at a large set of mahogany doors.

Two small ram skulls were carved into the middle of each door with a dark shade of red circling the eye socket as the inside turned to black. Many carvings of symbols you assumed were written lined the door as well as the initials of Sukuna's name were also carved into the wood.

"Your room will be close to mine, just in case." The curse grumbled, his voice low and soundly a little sleepy. "Here."

The door to the room was significantly smaller than Sukuna's, since you weren't his height. But you could tell that, if he so desired, he could just bow his head inside to enter.

"This is your room so get comfortable." Sukuna said as he pushed open the door, the inside resembling Uraume's room in many ways.

The colors and the overall scenery was as if you just walked into their living space and not your own. Taking a step inside, Sukuna followed and looked around, clicking his tongue at the bed's sheets and kneeling to look at them closely.

Meanwhile, you were looking around and looking in the closet that was deprived of a good clean in days. No clothes or undergarments were seen in the drawers or the closet, making your face form a confused pout.

"Uraume is going to get you new clothes and underwear while they're at the market tomorrow morning." Sukuna randomly mentioned, thumbing the old sheets in his palm.

"I'll have to tell them to get new bedding for you too; this is terrible."

"N-No, this is fine!" You said, happy you got your own room and a roof over your head after living under makeshift shelter for a year.

Plopping your rear on the mattress, you sprawled your limbs out on the bed and took a deep breath. Sukuna's eyes watching you closely before looking back down at the covers again and standing.

"I don't care, you're getting new sheets." He said, placing his used towel over his shoulder and glaring down at you.

"These haven't been touched in years, they've been in dire need of getting replaced. I can't believe I didn't notice until now that they were falling apart.."

Not even listening to Sukuna's words, you closed your eyes and felt your body finally relax. As if the old and stiff mattress was the softest thing in the whole world. Softer than silk, or sheep's wool; your body going numb once you opened your eyes again and sat up.

"Wake up first thing in the morning." Sukuna stated, turning to leave your room when you stopped him.

"What is it?"

"Uhm, thank you, Lord Sukuna." You mumbled, closing your eyes and taking a breath before you heard the sound of wood being scratched.

"Don't thank me for letting you live, love." Sukuna retorted, his nails digging into the back of your door as he glared down at your small form on the bed.

"You are nothing but a rotten thief that just so happened to be of use to me. If I wanted to, you'd be dead right now if I was in a different mood at the time. You're lucky though, since the Gods haven't asked me to take your fucking head."

Blood ran cold as daggers were stabbed into the back of your eyes. Your soul chilling at the words that left the king of curses, his glare just as fierce as before and making you feel tears threaten.

"I know that, I was just giving my thanks." You muttered, desperately trying to force your gaze away.

"...Meet Uraume in the gardens by morning." Sukuna said, a snide smile forming on his lips. "You remember where those are, right? Snooping out my home, you must've learned where they are."

Nodding, you lowered your head and listened to the door close as Sukuna made his leave. His footsteps echoing down the hallway and into his room, the clatter of his doors slamming close reverberated off the walls.

"..I'm sorry." You whispered to yourself, seeing a tear fall from your eye to which you wiped it off.

This is my fault, he's right. I'm a servant now, and this is the life I chose for myself by trying to steal from him.

Quickly getting undressed into the light night gown underneath, you crawled under the old sheets and looked out the window. The moon shined so bright and proud; a sight you've grown fond of since being deserted by your family. Feeling a small smile lift the corners of your lips, your eyelids closed slowly as you drifted off to sleep.

Blankets kept your body warm as you slept, though they didn't save you from the nightmares that haunted you into the night.

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I hope you enjoyed the pilot read of "Lost Lamb." This could be considered part 1, but I decided to make it a pilot since I didn't know if you guys would like it or not.

I am also super sorry for not being able to post on V-day, but I got a make-up smut coming up sometime soon! 😭😭

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