here comes the roll of the dice

You are HIS crybaby. He is the only one allowed to be mean to you. He can make fun of you for being a big softy or being kinda air-headed all he wants, but if anyone else tries to do the same? They’re a fucking goner. He will hurt them and make sure they know that, even though you’re his dumb bunny, you’re still above this waste of air.

Nobody knows your real name except for Sukuna - not even his closest partners know it, he considers it a privilege no one besides him is deserving of. You may ask, “well then what do they use to address you?” And the answer is they don’t. They don’t get to interact with you, because Sukuna is viciously possessive. He didn’t take you kicking and screaming out of your home for some creep in a poorly-tailored suit ogle you. You are there for him and him alone.

And because no one gets to know your name, when you two are around others he has a list of nicknames so long it’s insane. Crybaby, babydoll, angel, sweetheart, bunny, little one, etc. (when you behave more and actually kinda help around he’s tossing in some others that make you laugh a like number one, co-pilot, and commander)

He loves having you with him anytime he can get away with it. He considers you to be his conscience - the angel on his shoulder. He’s so desensitized to the fucked up practices that he really can’t tell anymore how bad things are sometimes. You keep him at least a little more in touch with his humanity.

Speaking of humanity. When he first takes you? He had put a little bit of thought into making you comfortable but not a ton. Yes, you had a big comfy bed and warm soft clothes, but there wasn’t anything to make you happy. He wasn’t expecting to be upset by your lack of happy energy, but suddenly he is. He’s missing the ways your eyes would light up or how your voice would change when you were excited about something. Yes, he adores seeing you cry for him, but now he works on making you happy too.

He starts to bring you things from your old apartment (he’s still paying the lease on it just so people don’t investigate it), asks you about what things matter to you and then kind of goes over board and spoils you. What can he say? Watching you open presents and seeing you like what he picked out for you? Witnessing his decisions make you happy? It’s the most satisfied he’s felt in awhile.

This man has money, y’all. I literally think it’s a rule. You cannot have Sukuna NOT be a rich bastard.

But while he has you accompany him throughout the day, he normally has you dress in nicer clothes. He enjoys seeing you dressed up, dripping with the money he can afford to spend on your wardrobe. Sometimes he chuckles thinking you look like his little secretary following him around in your sharp outfits. (Yes, you have matching rings. He thinks they’re classy and shows you’re off limits, so it’s a win-win in his eyes.)

But on some days if you’re feeling extra lazy and his schedule isn’t too serious, he’ll let you follow him around the estate in your pjs and slippers. (Pls just imagine Sukuna in a ridiculously high-class, well-tailored suit being followed by yourself in fluffy pjs/sweats/a big tshirt/what have you - maybe you’re holding onto the back of his jacket to slow him down a bit cause you’re still not totally awake yet? TT^TT)

But yeah, sometimes he’ll bring you down to the basement with him to “deal with” someone. He says it’s because you need to get use to it - this is the life you’re surrounded with now, after all. However it’s really because nothing feels more powerful than kissing your tears away as you cling to him and cry.

He will absolutely bully you for being a nervous wreck - “you share a body with the king of curses, don’t insult me by being anxious. It’s not like anything could even touch you”

He really really doesn’t understand (how could he? He’s a heartless age-old curse who’s blood thirsty)

But you can’t share a body and half a mind with someone and not get a little attached (even if you’re Sukuna)

After the first several fingers have been found and it’s been awhile since you became his vessel, he sort of resigns himself to treating you like a slightly inconvenient pet/roomate

He pays attention to your inner monologue and adds comments that might seem harsh, but help to keep you from spiraling into negative thoughts

He keeps telling himself he isn’t going soft, it’s just better in the long run to have a mentally stable vessel. He doesn’t want you failing to collect all 20 fingers.

He can’t keep ignoring it when you have a panic attack one night and beg him to take control so you don’t have to feel the physical affects

He does so without hesitation - the genuine desperation in your voice shaking him to his core.

When he first takes over he feels how your heart was racing and how it felt like there was a twisting weight in your sternum - a shaking hand reaching to touch it in confusion

He’s never personally experienced something like this, even though he knows that you struggle with it, he’s only ever had to deal with the echoes of your thoughts

He scowls at the idea of you being so upset that you face physical repercussions

He’s able to reign in your body’s fight or flight instinct, overriding it with his cold and calm demeanor, and lays down in your bed, allowing the adrenaline crash to put you to sleep

When your body is fully unconscious he ends up back in his domain, assuming your soul will have slipped back into its rightful place as soon as he left

But you’re seated in front of his throne, head pillowed on your arms that you’ve rested on the seat. His first instinct is to belittle you for being so pathetic and letting your guard down around him, but as he watches the steady rise and fall of your back with each breath, he realizes how long it’s been since he’s seen you this calm

Over the last few months you’ve become more high strung, each mission pushing you harder and harder, while also reminding you that your time with these new friends was limited. That there was a very real end date for you.

He’d found himself hearing your racing thoughts later and later into the night, sleep becoming virtually nonexistent for you.

And so he begrudgingly let go of the urge to wake you, instead choosing to lift you up before sitting down in his thrown with you in his lap. When your face scrunches up at the sudden movement, he pulls you closer to the warmth of his body and gently presses his forehead against yours, willing you to sleep soundly while safely inside his domain.

Safe from the world that hurt you so much.

Safe with him.

I think he would absolutely adore having a darling that cries at the drop of a hat. He’s going to mock you for how easily frightened you are, and he’s going to make you feel incredibly stupid for it. Now, he will definitely be the reason you’re crying 90% of the time and he likes to keep it that way. He’ll have you sit in the room with him as he mercilessly slashes the throat of some poor sap who dared to betray him. He thinks you look so lovely with blood splattered across your face and fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you cover your mouth and try not to audibly cry.

Once he’s done, he casually wipes his hands on the towel that one of his assistants made sure to leave for him, and walks to where you’re huddled in the corner. He crouches in front of you, a look of condescension and amusement crossing his face as he tuts softly and wipes your cheeks clean. “You’ve always been such a crybaby, haven’t you” he states as he pulls you into him - a large satisfied smile forming as you lean in, pressing your face into his broad chest and hiccuping pitifully, “I would have thought you’d be use to it by now, hmm?” he says with a small sigh, fingers wrapped firmly around the nape of your neck as you continue to cry. He’s lying though - one of the things he loved about you was the fact that he could depend on you never growing a thick skin to what he did. He didn’t want someone that would become jaded - that wouldn’t be fun once they stopped reacting. He had always wanted someone like you - so soft and fragile - someone that would never stop being entertaining for him.

Eventually you settle down, your breaths are shaky, but you’re no longer crying - simply laying limply against Sukuna. He presses a soft kiss against the crown of your head before lifting you into his arms and carrying you out of the room. While he finds the most pleasure in seeing you cry, he’s quite fond of these moments - when you’ve rung yourself dry and become almost hollow. He bows his head down to look in your eyes, they’re just barely opened, looking unfocused and distant. “Oh, darling” he whispers, “all tuckered out” a soft chuckle rumbles through his chest.

“I swear to god, Yuji,” You look nervously around the alley he was leading you down. Dumpsters spew over with garbage, grime clinging to the rusted metal. Sparing a glance up you gaze upon collapsing fire escapes clinging to bricks covered in years of blackened soot and polluted air. “If you’re bringing me down here to kill me…”

Such a scummy place for the polished ritz and glamour just around the corner. The city's largest and most expensive restaurants, casinos, and nightclubs lining the city's busiest drag. Yuji had briefly mentioned his family business, but you were starting to question his sanity.

“I’m just going to pay my brother a visit. The front of the club is locked during the day.” He calmly approaches a nondescript vestibule, a handleless metal door capping the alcove. “Besides, it has the best, most private pool hall in town. I figured we can shoot a few rounds.”

You groan, accepting his attempt at appeasement as you side step broken glass to join him at the door.

You find yourself huddling nearer to him, jumping at the sudden appearance of the rat who decides now was a fantastic time to scurry across your foot. Looking up at the pattern he knocks into the entryway, he directs you to look up and the security camera you had passed over.

“Look at the camera in the corner, they just want to verify who you are…” Confused, you look to where he’s directing with a furrowed brow.

The hell is this about? Before you’re able to ask him, the door suddenly swings open revealing a mountain of a man blocking a set of stairs that ascended to the second floor. He nods at Yuji, letting the two of you pass.

“Why are they making such a big deal about this?” You ask as he opens a heavy metal door at the top of the stairs… you swear it could stop a fucking bullet.

“Sukuna heads the-” Yuji coughs, voice dropping to a whisper. “Uh… unsavory criminal activities in the city.”

You blink in surprise. You may have thought he was poking fun at you if he hadn’t dragged you out here himself, seen the layers of security yourself. Denial wasn’t an option when you see the space the door opens to.

A large, darkened glass wall overlooks a desolate dance floor. The lack of noise that normally accompanied the thrill of the club blanketed the space in an eerie tone.

The small amount of people spread around the space only added to the hushed atmosphere. Men covered in head-to-toe tattoos with cigarettes hanging out of their mouths as they hunched over the numerous pool tables scattered throughout the space. A sense of uncomfortable anticipation settles in your bones. The hardened eyes turn to focus on you when that ridiculous door slams shut behind you. I don’t belong here, your thoughts starting to eat away at you.

“Hey,” You focus back on Yuji, who had led you to the small bar at the back of the room. “Don’t worry… no one’s going to touch you. Not when they know you’re here with me.”

You very much did not like that his statement implies that they would if he hadn’t been there...

“Get settled in, I’ll be right back.” He hands you a rack of pool balls and the cobalt cue stick chalk, motioning to a table a few feet away. “Then you can kick my ass, as always.” You can hear the smirk in his tone.

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Is there no clock in here? You groan inwardly to yourself. Your phone died hours ago. How long was he going to be in there?

After a few practice rounds with only yourself for company, you had taken to challenging a few of the regulars to a match. Using your best asset to keep them distracted as you raked in the cash they eagerly bet against you.

You were lining up your last shot, calling the pocket you were going to sink the eight ball into, when a familiar shade of pink catches your eye, causing you to pause.

You look over to your left, still bent over the pool table expecting to see Yuji finally exiting the back hallway to join you in taking money from these poor saps. A small gasp leaves you when you meet the direct and pointed gaze of a devastatingly gorgeous man, your eyes blowing wide, body stilling as you stare openly.

He stood slightly taller than Yuji, shoulders broader and the planes of his body wider, more angled and sharp. His eyes darker, harder than steel as if he had seen all this world had to give.

The most notable physical difference being the tattoos covering his muscled form. Not that it was strange in this settling. All the men that surround you to watch you wipe the floor with their friends had every variation and iteration of marks covering them.

This man’s were simple, adding to the intoxicating sense of power that surrounded him. Sukuna… your brain finally identifies; lagging behind your unsavory thoughts.

A hot flash of arousal spreads down your body, feeling his gaze follow the arch of your back from bending over the table and the swell of your ass jutting out so you could get the right angle on the shot.

You sense his stare linger there, watching his tongue dart out to wet his dried lips. His teeth catch slightly on his skin there as you turn away, quickly sinking the eight ball and turning away to hide your growing blush from him.

You palm the fat wad of cash your challenger bet against you, licking your fingers to count the bills as the crowd disperses from around you.

You were about to take a seat in one of the dark corners, as far away from the pull of Yuji's brother when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Compliments of the management, ma’am.” The bartender extends a large glass of a deep red liquid… Wine? Really?

“Management?” You question confused as to who would buy you a drink after you handed all of the regular patrons’ asses to them. You eye the bartender up and down, uniform sharp, impeccably cleaned with no wrinkle in sight, his posture rail straight.

“Ryomen Sukuna, miss.” You look up behind the man’s shoulder, to see the man in question leaning haughtily against the bar top. His gaze meets yours directly as he brings his thumb to mouth tonguing at the pad slightly, waiting for your response.

“No, thank you.” You say shaking your head to drive home your lie, ignoring the pooling heat in your center. The desire to gulp down whatever he wanted you to is almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t make it that easy for him.

“Mr. Ryomen insists…” When you’re about to deny the response again when he cuts you off. “It is expected, miss.”

Anger flares in your bloodstream. Expected? You can’t find it in you to have any pity in your heart when you snap back your response, refusing to acknowledge that this man was just doing his job, that he was in no place to disobey the pink hair man that was staring holes through you.

“I said no. Do I look like some bitch to be ordered around? Do I look that fucking cheap?”

You flinch out of your temper induced haze to see Yuji grasping at your upper arm, shaking you slightly to get your attention.

“I’m over this. Let’s get out of here…” You pause to send Sukuna a death glare, looking over to where you last saw him, but he had disappeared, was nowhere to be seen.

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You hadn’t wanted to come tonight, adamant as Yuji pulled your sorry ass out of bed, that a night at the club just wasn’t in the cards.

How wrong you had been. The thumping of the base hits in time with your beating heart, the bodies around you swaying primally to the music. Circling your hips, you grind your scantily clad ass against Yuji. One hand gripping tightly the glass of the fifth drink you were nursing, the other fisted back into his hair pulling his mouth to your neck.

Through your panting breath and racing heart, your eyes scan the edges of the dance floor, your gaze landing on the VIP lounge, the owner himself settled in the seat with two half naked women draped across him while he spoke to a bouncer.

Tch. You scowl brows scrunching slightly, totally not out of jealousy. How pathetic do you have to be to suck up to someone like that?

His stare slides to you as Yuji’s pants become heavy against your neck, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, his tongue trailing along with it before he nibbles lightly on your ear. He watches entranced as your mouth falls open, eyes going half lidded as you maintain eye contact through your growing haze.

Take a look at what you can’t have, Sukuna.

You smirk to yourself, half turning yourself in Yuji’s arms to bring him down for a sloppy kiss, you miss the bouncer beginning to approach you on his boss’ orders. He shoves his way through the intoxicated crowd, ignoring where the two of you were connected, tongues entangled fighting for dominance.

“Mr. Itadori, sir.” You look up at the bald man towering over you, his presence would have been threatening if it weren’t for his current objective. “Your brother invites the two of you to lounge with him.”

The earlier interaction with Sukuna’s last staff member barged into your head. This wasn’t an invite… it was an expectation, just like the acceptance of the drink was. “Go on without me, Yuji.”

“And leave you alone? Come on.” Yuji hauls you off the dance floor by your elbow, pupils still blown wide. “I’m not leaving you down here to fend for yourself.” He grins back at you quickly. “Besides… Sukuna doesn’t bite.”

Did he really have to be here? Of course he did, he ran the place... a scowl taking the place of your purposefully blank face as you approach the designated area, nodding silently in greeting as you let Yuji handle the greetings, zoning out completely as you grab a shot of top shelf tequila, knocking it back and handing two to Yuji to catch up with your pace.

Looking out over the dance floor from this vantage point had its advantages, you suppose, absentmindedly hooking a knee over leg, stroking your fingers lightly along his bicep. You’re sure the alcohol isn’t hurting the view either, your giggles slipping out when Yuji cracks his usual jokes, lightening the mood for you.

“Your muscles look so large in this shirt, ‘kuna…” one of the girls coos, her voice somehow traveling into your ears between the pauses in songs. Your eyes slide over to see her practically clawing at the fabric of his half buttoned shirt.

The feeble attempt at flattery has you rolling your eyes. You stop a large scoff from exiting your mouth, opting for an incredulous chuckle as you shake your head slightly. How fucking desperate could you be?

Taking one last glance when you catch Sukuna raking his eye over your form, landing where Yuji grips at the meat of your thigh, causing you to rub them together, obvious to the both of you what you’re trying to relieve.

“Yo’ ok?” Yuji slurs directly into your ear, his hand cupping your face, his breath sweet with the smell of liquor brushing past your face.

You whimper needily, pressing your face into his touch. The noise hit him deep and center, making him pull you in to straddle his hips, but takes it slow, looking at you more with love, but the lust present, simmering just under the surface.

The want displayed in his eyes was different from the animalistic lust in Sukuna’s. It was warmer, more welcoming, but it just didn’t hit as deep.

A petty side of you has you playing with Yuji’s hair, brushing his cheek with your fingertips as you lean in to nibble at his earlobe. You keen as he grabs a handful of your ass underneath your dress, making you let out a low moan, trying to keep at least the noise at bay, if not the view for the others in the booth.

Let Sukuna get as much of an eyeful as you were getting.

Yuji suddenly palms your chin, causing your head to move to the side, lining you up directly with Sukuna’s gaze has he bites down roughly, pulling an audible moan from you, Sukuna watching with barely contained restraint as your pupils go wide, body going limp in Yuji’s arms.

Getting up suddenly, you brush imaginary dirt from the short skirt of your dress, not bothering to adjust where it had ridden up as you turn your back to the group, bending down to whisper in Yuji’s ear, your nipples brushing his chest.

“I’ll be back…” Leaning in, you kiss the shell of his ear, exposing your soaked cunt to Sukuna as you bend at the waist, showing him every detail. The discolored wet spot illustrates to him your mounting arousal, the black lace that your lower lips and ass has sucked in, leaving your cheeks bare.

Stumbling down the small set of stairs, you make your way to the bathroom, hoping to catch a breather and fix your makeup.

In your drunken stupor, you easily miss Sukuna shooing off the girls he’d easily grown tired of after seeing the way your curvy form writhed against his brother on the dance floor. His predatory eyes stalk his prey, following you to the dead end you were leading yourself to.

You groan out a sigh of relief when you see the bathroom somehow empty, slouching against the edge of the counter.

Deep breaths… You inhale deep, calming the dizzy haze doing rounds in your head. Tsk. Damn tequila...You lean over the sink on your tippy toes, getting as close to your reflection as possible. It was rather difficult to see given the red bulbs illuminating the space you were in. Carefully, you concentrate on applying your lip gloss, refreshing what remained after Yuji’s assault on your mouth.

“There you are, princess.” You stop dead at the commanding tone that entered the space, clawing up your spine, leaving a shuddering mess in its wake. Looking up, you meet Sukuna’s smug stare through the mirror, your eyes dipping, catching the slight movement of his thick fingers deftly flicking the deadbolt’s lock.

Not daring to move, you remain frozen, trailing his movement as he approaches, stopping behind your hips. A gasp flies from your lips as he spins you around sharply, pinning your hips to the counter’s edge with a harsh growl in your ear.

“Such a tease. You’re no better than the whores I keep on my lap…” His pointer finger and long black nail extending from it trace the length of your neck, tilting your head up so he could see your features better. “Why were you showing off for me princess? You’re a cruel little slut to use my brother like that.”

Sukuna towers over you, demanding an answer to his question.

“You’re pretty fucking obsessed with yourself,” you scoff under your breath, screwing the cap of your lip gloss shut. “You’re not wanted or needed here.”

You see a spark of anger behind the amused lust in his eyes, his giant hands shove you back around to bend completely over the sink, the side of your face smashed against the mirror, your panting, shocked breaths fogging the mirror.

You only get to settle against the mirror for a second before a hand snakes itself into your long tendrils of hair, pulling you up, back arching into the bulge in his pants. You see him back just far enough away to pull out his hardened length to settle on your ass.

His hand moves to tug up your dress the last few, barely needed inches to expose your black lace thong. He hastily moves them to the side, immediately entering you without comment or concern for your well being.

“Pretty fucking wet for not being wanted or needed.” Sukuna snarls as he bottoms out in your sensitive cunt, covering your mouth with his free hand so you can hear the squelching of your juices as he sharply bucks back into you.

“With an outfit like this…” He pauses to groan, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “You’re practically begging for me to take you. A few shots of my expensive liquor and you open your legs like a desperate. fucking. slut.”

He ennouncates each word with a bruising thrust, the tip of his cock battering your cervix. You try to squirm out of his grasp, pleading with him, “P-leas- fuck! Slow down ‘kuna!”

Chuckling darkly, he turns your face sharply to the side, meeting your gaze directly for the first time. Sukuna feels the mix of his pre and your juices pouring out of you, dripping down your bare thighs to soak his pants he had shimmed down in his rush to take you.

“Only a whore gets this wet being treated like this.” He lets your face fall back to the mirror when he feels your struggling, swapping to pin your arms to your back, using his other hand to position your hips so he was ramming into your g-spot with every thrust

“Stop struggling sweetheart.” Sukuna purrs. “The more you fight the longer you’ll keep my poor little brother waiting.”

Thinking of Yuji while being used like this pulls an animalistic groan from deep in your chest, your cunt clenching wildly around Sukuna’s length even thinking about him seeing you like this with his brother.

“You like that, princess? Want me to go get him so he can see who you really are?” The unhinged sparkle in his eyes frightens you slightly. “So you can tell him how badly you want to be fucked by a real man?”

“He’d never fill you like this... would never fuck you like you needed.” Sukuna rambles on, slandering his twin with every breath, every slamming thrust of his hips, giving you everything he has.

“I can tell,” A hand comes down on your ass with a loud smack, echoing around the bathroom, causing you to shriek. “This cunt was made to take my cock.”

You shake your head back and forth against the glass, eyes watering as you feel the coil in your stomach knot to a fever pitch, about to explode. “D-don’t want him to see- shit! Please n-no.”

“Then fucking cum, princess. Tell me how desperate you are for this cock.”

You come undone after a few more harsh trusts send electricity up your spine, causing you to collapse against the sink, wordlessly groaning out your orgasm despite his direct order. Your shuddering pussy pulls out the high Sukuna has been holding in. He sinks into you and stays, making sure to pump his seed as deep as physically possible.

Sukuna roughly smacks your oversensitive pussy as he pulls out, a trail of cum connecting his cock to your fucked out cunt. He pats your panties back in place to help hold in the cum he filled you up with, making sure none of it will go to waste.

“I think I’ll keep you as a pet.” His finger scoops up your slick trailing down your thigh, placing the soaked digit in his mouth. “You’ve got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted…”