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why hello there!!! I'm a beginner writer on tumblr and just started reading fics earlier in the year. I mainly read and write jjk fics so that's what my work will be centered around. my pronouns are she/her and you can refer to me as cav!! :)) ☆

my works :

□ sukuna fics ☆ :

drabbles :

part 1 delinquent sukuna x nurse reader

part 2delinquent sukuna x nurse reader

heian era series part 1 :

heian era sukuna x servant reader

□ toji fics ☆ :

drabbles : toji fucks you while you're sick

□ megumi fics ☆ :

drabbles : third year megumi who always buys his second year gf gifts when he's out on missions

part 1 here : delinquent sukuna x nurse y/n

word count: 966 NOT PROOFREAD

you were tired. resting your head on the receptionist desk, you felt like you could no longer move an inch. so drained from walking up and down every few seconds.

you had about 8 patients today. not anything major. just check ups and giving prescriptions. but your co-worker's favourite word that day was your name.

“I'm on break, can you fill in for me?”

“I don't feel too well. there's a patient down the hall who has something bothering him. could you go see what he wants?”

“I haven't eaten anything since yesterday but this needs to get sent down to the lab. I'll pay for your lunch tomorrow if you do it for me.”

were just about all the excuses you heard that day. at this point you'd need to email everyone an invoice for whenever they requested your services.

“y/n”

you groaned the moment you heard someone call out your name. you lifted your head and turned around. “what do you people want from me?”

“came all this way and this is the greeting I get?”

it was sukuna.

“ah. Mr.ryomen. I thought you were a co-worker. my apologies.”

“bad timing?”

“uh no…why do you think that?”

“looked like someone rocked your shit. that's what.”

“just work. filling in for everyone because apparently I have this big sign on my forehead saying that I'm available at any point.”

he laughs at your remark, and you can’t help but blush at the sound.

“well if it makes you better.” he stretches out a paper bag to you. “got you something.”

you reach out to take it. “what's in it?”

“wanna come outside with me to see?”

as soon as he said those words, someone else called out to you.

“y/n!!! I'm need help. this kid is being so troublesome. come sweet talk him or something.” your friend shoko shouted

“not right now. she's busy.” sukuna spoke back to her before you could even answer for yourself.

“oh.”

he turned you around to the exit and put his shoulder around you leading you out of the hospital.

she looked at the receptionist in confusion and back to the door where you both left.

as you stepped out you spoke. “you didn't have to do that you know...”

“I did. who knows how long she would have made me waiting for you. plus,these cinnamon rolls are still warm. got them at the bakery fresh out the oven.”

“cinnamon rolls?” you opened the paper bag to see its contents.your mouth began watering at the sight of it.

“let's look for somewhere to eat,shall we?” this time he took hold of your hand as he walked out to the small park opposite the hospital. he scanned the area looking for a good sitting spot.

if the park wasn't the only thing he was scanning, he would have noticed how red you were.

“wanna go sit near the fountain?” he looked down at you.

“uh…y-ye sure.” you were tripping on your words as you got caught.

“you okay?” his hand reached for your face. “you're fucking pink. do you have a fever.” he began touching your forehead and neck checking for your temperature.

“I'm the doctor here.” you removed his hand from your face. “and I'm fine. just…getting out im the sun after staying in the air con the whole day has my skin like this. I promise, I'm doing great.”

“whatever you say little lady. tell me if anything's up.”

you nod.

you both are now walking to the fountain taking your seat on the bench there.

you tear the bag open, caring little for eating modestly, and bring it straight to your mouth, taking a considerable bite.

“mhmm. this is amazing.”

“knew you'd like it. the worker there even recommended it”

“so where's yours? didn't get any?” you asked, then taking another bite.

“nah. I don't like sweet things. just bought it because of what you said last time.”

“that my client gets me pastries?”

“ye… got a little jealous,” he confessed, looking away as though admitting it was far more embarrassing than he’d anticipated.

“jealous??” you started laughing. “of a 60 year old man? oh my god”

“hush.” now he was burning with embarrassment.

“I told you that it was fine.”

“just wanted to spoil my favourite nurse, you know.”

you guys were basically taking turns being flustered as your heart was pumping so hard in your chest that you could hear it in your ears.

“thank you Mr.ryomen. I appreciate it.”

“you can drop the formality. it's sukuna. call me that.”

“well then…thank you sukuna.”

“you're welcome, little lady. now eat this before it gets cold.” he reminded you of the whole reason you escaped your job.

you ate and both chatted for a while before a vibration could be felt in your pocket.

“hold on a sec.” you took your phone and saw the caller i.d then rolling your eyes.

“you don't have to answer.”

“I do. it's my supervisor.” you answer.

a few seconds passed and you stood up.

“I gotta head back. my patient's calling me.”

“fuck that old man. I'm calling you.” he tched.

“sukuna.”

“whatever.” he rolled his eyes like a child throwing a tantrum.

“but i appreciate it so much. I needed this energy boost. how do i make it up to you”

“invite me to dinner.”

you giggle. “ok then…mr. ryomen, would you like to be invited to dinner at my humble abode?”

“I would love it.” he smiles.

“I'll be on my way now. ciao!” you wave as you walk to the hospital entry.

he slowly waves back and doesn't stop until you disappear into the building. his smile slowly fades away. already thinking of how well this dinner would go.

a/n: eekk I wrote this in just about 2 hours. I already have the 3rd part in mind 👀

word count: 635

you and megumi had been dating for almost 5 months now. it had been the longest relationship that you both had. you spent as much time together as you could.

to others on the outside, it looked like he was a cold hearted boyfriend who was a try hard nonchalant that didn't care much about his sweet and kind girlfriend.

but it was the complete opposite.

in fact. he was actually the more loving one between the two of you.

whenever he went on long missions or even short ones he'd get you little souvenirs or food. (learnt it from gojo)

you never asked for much from him. you'd usually ask for manga or to try out a new treat.

without complaining, he'd get it for you the moment he was about to head back.

and the rewarding part about it was seeing your face light up when he gave you a little gift box with whatever he bought inside.

you thought it was a bit over the top for him to wrap it up nicely or get a gift bag so you made sure to never throw it out. you kept them in a box filled with all the gift cards,paper and other stuff that you couldn't bear seeing go to waste.

this time he was gone for a day mission somewhere on the outskirts of town with nobara and yuji as usual.

getting a gift from him wasn't really expected since he was only gone for a few hours. so when you were done with training you waited at the school entrance for his arrival.

around 6 in the afternoon, the sun had begun setting and you were still waiting for him to come back. you started getting a little worried until you saw his shikagami dog running up the school stairs.

you knelt down as it came up to you wagging its tail, allowing you to pet it.

“oh who's a good boy!” you rubbed his tummy as his tongue stuck out.

as you began scratching his neck a silver shine caught your eye.

“hmm? what's this you got there boy?”

“like it?” megumi crept up from behind you.

“oh baby! hey! I've been waiting for you all afternoon. was getting a bit worried. what's this?” you held on to a supposed chain that was dangling on the dog's neck.

“it's for you.” he kneled down to your level and removed the necklace from its neck. as he took it off, a ring could have been seen in the middle of it.

“gumi? is that a...”

“I know it's not much but I wanted to get you something that reminded you of me when I'm gone for missions. I spent the whole afternoon with yuji and nobara looking for the best one.”

as you looked behind you, you say the both of them standing in the bushes giving you a thumbs up. you giggled and turned your attention back to megumi.

“I hope you like it.” he looked at you with an unsure expression waiting for you to say something.

“gumi…” you pulled him in and gave him a tight hug. “i love love love it so much. thank you my sweet boy.”

yuji began cheering him on the sidelines.

“let's goooo!!” nobara gave him a slap behind his neck. “read the room dumb ass!"

megumi tched but not in annoyance.

“I'm happy that you love it.” a small tint of blush crept up on his face. he put the necklace around your neck and watched as the ring hung low on your chest.

“we're matching now.” he took his out from inside his collar so that you could see.

“we are.” you gave him a loving smile which followed with a kiss. “i love you gumi.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

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it was around 4:15 in the afternoon, 45 minutes before your shift had ended for the day.

you rushed through the corridors passing rooms with beeping noises, people screaming their guts out from the unwavering pain that ran through their bodies.

rooms where doctors tended to their patients' very needs. and you were just about to tend to your favourite patient. well that's what he called himself

you slid the door open and sighed at the sight of the man sitting at the edge of the bed.

“never thought I'd see your face again.” you said as you stepped into the cubicle, shutting the door behind you.

“never? I'm here every other day. I'm shocked that you'd think that I'd stop coming by.” sukuna spoke back to you with a smile, facing light up as he saw you with your hair up in a bun, wearing your usual baby blue uniform.

“well in all honesty, I did expect to see you. you come here whether or not you have an issue.”

“is that a bad thing? you should be happy that I do. m’ taking the weight of work off your shoulders.”

“ryomen.” you say while putting your hands on your hip. “there are people in the lobby with actual issues who need to be taken care of and plus, I signed up for this job anyway. I knew what I was getting myself into.”

“true. but this time I'm actually hurt.”

he wasn't lying. his face was bruised and covered with small cuts. purple and red wounds marked his cheeks. accompanied by the ones on his knuckles, which were a dark purple with a dust of burgundy that signified that the blood there had dried up.

“what did you get yourself into this time?” you questioned him as you began writing on your clipboard.

“not much. just a little squabble” he shrugged, looking unfazed despite the fact that his face was a bit swollen.

“squabble is verbal. this got physical.” you looked up from the clipboard, giving him a glare.

“the guy started it, not me.”

“Of course he did.” you rolled your eyes and walked over to a cabinet. setting your clipboard on the counter and getting some ointments and band aids. after taking the supplies you wash your hands.

“don't believe me?”

“oh i do alright,” you chuckle sarcastically.

you set up the stuff in a silver tray near the bed and grab a rolling stool from the corner, and slide it under you while positioning yourself in front of him.

“now, lean forward.” you instructed him before putting your gloves on.

he quietly obeys and brings his body closer to yours.

“do you want to tell me about this “squabble”.” carrying his hand into yours, you inspect the cuts there.

“like I said, he started it. was just doing some errands when that fucker bumped into me. i apologized but he took it personally. then he started throwing curses in the air like nothing. when I didn't give him the response he wanted, he threw the first punch. and who am I to say no when he asked so nicely? then I gave it back to him in his fucking stomach. it just got a little carried.” he finished there.

you sigh and take in his other hand. “a little?would have never happened if you just walked away. now you're just adding more to my plate.”

“sorry ma'am.” he apologized.

“it's whatever.” you turned to the side and grabbed some hydrogen peroxide wipes and rubbed it softly onto the surface of the wounds. threw it out when done and did the process over again on the other hand.

“that stings.”

“you deserve it.” you don't look up at him and focus on the task at hand. see what I did there

he chuckles at your response.

you throw out the wipe again and grab one more for his face. you pull him by the chin and dab it on his cheek as gently as possible.

you try your very best to not to make eye contact but the way he looked at you so intensely had your face on fire. the more you wiped, the closer it felt like you were getting.

“you ok?” he grumbled. voice sounding way deeper than normal. that was your last straw.

you got up from the chair and quickly removed the gloves, tossing it in the trash along with the last wipe. you turned your back away from him not wanting him to see you in such a state.

“I'm fine…” you flew the ointment to, making it land in his lap.

“Put in on yourself. you're not a baby.”

“aww.” he put a frown on. “didn't you come here to help me out?”

back still turned you respond. “your injuries are not that serious. you could even take care of it at home if you wanted to. you didn’t have to come all the way here.”

“i just thought i could see you again.”

an uncomfortable silence fell in the room after he spoke.

you turned around and took the ointment from him. placing a pea size amount on your fingertip and rub it onto his skin. then his two hands. you still don't answer him. you grab the bandages from the tray and place it properly on the areas

“here.”

“thank you.” his smile this time is soft and grateful. he carefully brushes he hand onto the bandages.

you hum in response and back away.

“make sure to put it on twice every day for about a week after every shower or after making sure the area is cleaned.”

“roger that.” he looks over your shoulder. “no free bandages?”

“you can buy some at a drugstore.”

he finally gets up and lets out a laugh.

“ok little lady.”

you look at him a little longer than you should have.

“if there's something you want to tell me, just say it. is it that I'm actually your favourite patient? or that you really like my company.”

“you're not my favourite patient. he's actually a 60 year old man who is way nicer to me. he asks his daughter to buy pastries for me whenever she visits.”

“if that's what it takes to win you over then I'll make sure to buy every pastry in town.”

“don't be ridiculous ryomen.”

“I'm being serious.” no doubt or hesitation was written on his face.

you stare up to him some more before walking back to the counter.

“I have a patient that I have to go to. you should leave.”

he sighs in defeat.

“if you say so.” he takes the ointment and heads to the door.

“by the way.” you say before he steps out completely.

he turns back in an instant.

“who won the squabble?”

he smirks. “who do you think.”

“you.”

“you know me too well.” he smiles. “have a good evening, little lady.”

“you too mr.ryomen.”

and with that he walks out.

a/n : yay my second fic!! (you can support me by reading my first one) so this is a bit of a different heian era x y/n trope. i didn’t want it to be the generic concubine reader x master fic since i’m so tired of seeing it (lolz not really) i also wanted to give y/n a bit of a background and not just throw her in there and just make it about sex and shit so it’s a bit lengthy other parts are in the works, this has several parts so stay tuned when i post again. and sorry if my info is not accurate T_T but enjoy!!

SLOWWW BURN!!

artwork is NOT mine . all credit goes to original artists. images were taken from Pinterest

you had spent your entire life believing you were ordinary. and yet at times it felt as though your whole purpose was meaningless. no matter what you did, it was never enough, especially for your dead beat father, who had never missed an opportunity to remind you how little he cared about you.

your mother, due to improper care during child birth, had died not too long after you had been delivered. from the moment her eyes closed for the last time, your father resented you. in a way, he abandoned you, leaving you in the care of neighbours who would feel pity listening to your cries at night whenever he disappeared, off doing heaven knows what.

as the years passed, you were passed around the small village from one household to another. sometimes it was Ms. Takahashi, whose sweet treats were beloved by everyone in town. other times it was Mr. Kanji, the wisest man in the village who had always dreamed of having a daughter of his own.

there were days when your father was around. but even then it felt like he wasn’t truly there. his presence never brought comfort or peace. it filled the house with a suffocating tension and the air felt heavier the moment he entered that front door.

every move was calculated. you stayed quiet and stayed out of his sight because you never knew at which moment he would lash out and it didn’t take much to. the healed horizontal scar on your cheek tells the story.

and then there were days where he left. no explanation. no goodbyes. gone for days, sometimes even weeks. you’d have to ponder on when he would come back. wishing he wouldn’t. the house felt lighter when he wasn’t around. during times like these you would wander off to whichever house that was willing to welcome you in.

despite being taken care of and adored by the villagers, nothing filled the void in your heart. no matter how much kindness they showed you, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were a burden even though they were the ones who willingly took you in. watching parents take their children to lively festivals, it filled you with envy. you watched fathers lift their children onto their shoulders to see above the crowd, mothers fixing messy hair and straightening

crooked clothes. you watched the delight in children's eyes as they received small, thoughtful trinkets simply because they came from someone who loved them.

“Why can’t i have that? What did i do to not deserve it? Am i not deserving of it?” these thoughts forever plagued your mind.

you hardly ever saw your father,that’s if you could even call him that. it’s been moons since you last saw him. at some point you stopped worrying. it was no longer your duty to waste energy on a man who never showed up for his own child. yet you still remained wary.

ironically, the man who shared your blood felt more like a stranger than family, while the people who owed you nothing became the ones who cared for you most. and among them all, one person stood above the rest.

Mr. Kanji.

more than anyone else in the village, he had become your caretaker and over the years you had come to reside with him permanently. and as you grew older, you realized it was time to start pulling your weight around the house. he was getting older and frail and could no longer provide as much as he used to before.

no job in the village was enough to suffice for the stuff needed. food,medicine,grooming items, things that were handed to you automatically had cost more than ever. the realization filled you with even more guilt. he had been supplying you with all these things with little help from others.

determined to ease his burden, you began searching for work that paid better wages, no matter how difficult or unpleasant it might be. that’s when word about the king of the land had fallen upon your ears.

of course, you had heard whispers about him before in the community or when you went to the market on Saturdays. you never paid much attention to them. Ms.Takahashi had always warned you to not trust every tale that spread through word of mouth. but a rumor had spread like wildfire that was too hard to ignore.

people claimed the king had killed his own wife and several servants. some say that they had plotted against him. others say that he did it out of pure boredom. one tale is even more outrageous than the other.

none of that mattered to you. what mattered was one thing : the king was in need of servants and you needed to sweep up the offer before anyone else did. It was the highest paying job across the land which made everyone desperate to grab it as fast as possible.

but it also meant one thing. this wasn't the kind of job you could leave behind at the end of the day.

a position within the royal palace required your presence around the clock. if you were accepted, you would be expected to live there indefinitely, tending to whatever duties were assigned to you. it meant leaving the village behind…leaving Mr. Kanji behind.

but you needed this. needed the money for him. you need to put yourself out of the equation and put him first. it may have been a rough decision but this was vital.

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you woke up early that morning, the sun had not even risen yet. trying not to make too much noise, you filled a kettle with water and set it over the fire. as it began to heat, you busied yourself by preparing Mr. Kanji's favourite breakfast : a warm cup of green tea accompanied by tamagoyaki, a slightly sweet rolled omelet that he always seemed to enjoy. after that you arrange it on the dining table,covering it with a bowl so the steam will be trapped inside. you grabbed a scroll from the far right corner of the table and a brush. you began writing. telling Mr.Kanji about your departure, about how you needed this more than ever to take care of him. when you thought it was enough, you rolled it up and placed it near the bowl so that he could see it the moment he woke up to eat

after everything was set, you went out into the bathhouse and took a cold shower to calm your nerves .today would be a long day. you had mustered up the courage to finally acquire the spot as a servant. you had doubt considering the fact that this role would have already been sought out and people from around the country, hell even the world would have already filled in the spot. shaking your head, you leaned over the basin and splashed cool water onto your face to wash away the negative thoughts and stepped out to go change.

you put on your finest silk kimono which was embroidered with jade and sapphire flowers, complementing the silver garment. it was a gift from Mr.kanji for your 20th birthday. looking at it flow onto the wooden floor you sighed. reminiscing about your childhood with him. he’s done so much now it’s your turn to return the favour.

gathering your hair into a sleek bun, you carefully secured it in place before sliding a kanzashi through the dark strands as a finishing touch then headed to the door. not before sneaking a bag of coins into your sleeve in case of an emergency. you sat down at the entry way, slipping your sandals on and then rose up to smooth down the kimono. this was it. there was no turning back now. you were set off to start a journey which could determine your future. will you actually be accepted ? you’ve never worked a day in your life. will you be able to last? and if you did, then how long?

you slid the door shut as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb anyone at the wee hours of the morning and strided onto the route you remembered. you were headed down near the lake where travelers rented horses from merchants for their long journeys. it was not often but it was still there when in need.

as the stable came into view you trotted a bit faster. to your surprise, a merchant was already there, tending to his horses while the rest of the village still slept. he looked up as your footsteps approached, curiosity flickering across his face.

“Good morning, sir.” you greeted, waiting for an answer.

“Good morning to you too. Ma’am. how may i help you this early at dawn.” he looked you up and down, unable to hide the confusion in his voice for why you were dressed so fancy this early.

“Would it be possible if you could ferry me to the lord’s estate?” you asked with a bit of confidence but the uncertainty in your words was evident.

"Ha! You're heading to The Fallen One, are you?" he looked at you with open disbelief. "You're quite brave for someone your size. Word's been going around that he kills his servants for sport."

"I've heard the rumors," you replied, your voice calm. "No need to tell me twice. Now, will you take me there or not?"

for a brief moment, his eyes widened. you were being serious. “Of course ma’am i’ll take you there. But it doesn’t come free.” he stretches his hand out staring at you with a cunning grin.

“Name your price.” you stare right back at him

he rubbed his chin “Hmmm...30 silver coins.”

greedy fucking bastard.

you took the bag of coins from your sleeve and handed it to him. that was all you had. he took the bag and poured out all its contents, counting every coin making sure that it was the exact amount. after inspecting he nodded in satisfaction and put everything back in. “Hop on” he tapped the rear end of one of the horse.

without any help, unsurprisingly, you got on top of the horse. after securing a rope between your horse and his own, he clicked his tongue, urging the animals forward. the estate was not far nor was it close either. you could have gone on your own but the possibilities of bandits or wild animals attacking was best to avoid.

dawn started to break and the sun woke from its slumber. you and the merchant rode in a weird uncomfortable silence. he was focused on the road ahead while you distracted yourself with the breathtaking landscape. with valleys upon valleys which were decorated with flowers of all kinds. trees stretched high in the distance and shrubs lined either side of the well traveled path, after years of disturbed growth as countless travelers had passed through.

it felt as if an eternity had passed. the sun hung high in the sky. was it already noon? sitting in this position for that long filled you with unease. every few moments, you shifted your weight or adjusted the fabric, it all resulted in the same discomfort.

“Have we arrived yet?” you asked in slight annoyance. “Hold your horses madam.” and with that he stops. you brace on to the saddle from the sudden impact. he finally brought the horses to a halt atop a grassy hill with the expanse of the large estate in the bottom. to call it huge would have been a gross understatement.

the wings of the palace had extended far and wide, you could have even seen servants and staff brisking about. from your view they looked like ants, entering and leaving rooms. the town before it was bustling. everyone looked refined and svelte. they wore garments crafted from the finest fabrics, and the most expensive jewels. elegant carriages rolled through the streets, carrying nobles and wealthy merchants to their destinations. others strolled along the stone roads with their personal attendants who carried their belongings, shaded them with parasols, or walked closely behind them.

“We’re almost there” the man uttered. he tugged onto the reins urging the horses to begin walking again as he descended down the hill. you lowered your head to face the ground, feeling too unworthy to look at them.

“This is your stop.” the merchant brought the horses to a gentle halt before a vast mahogany doorway. with beautiful carvings of dragons and flowers that were mesmerizing. you looked up at it in complete awe. beyond them lay endless possibilities, a future you had only ever allowed yourself to dream of. a chance to earn enough to repay Mr. Kanji for every sacrifice he had made. a chance to become someone of worth. you carefully jumped down the horse and dusted your kimono for what felt like the hundredth time that day. you bowed to the man in gratitude and turned toward the large entrance.

before you could even knock it had already opened by…a small child? the person standing before you was so small that the top of their head was the same level of your hip.

“State your purpose,” they asked you immediately.

“Uh.. good day.” you bowed down. “I-i am here to require a position in the king's estate.” you continued not daring to look back up, too scared of being rejected.

after what felt like an eternity, they gave a subtle nod. "Come in." they turned around and started walking further inside. you quickly straightened your posture and hurried after them. the moment you stepped in, the door closed with a loud THUD!

the view inside was like nothing you could have imagined. scattered around the courtyard stood women with highly luxurious, layered clothing. their faces were painted with flawless make up while they giggled and gossiped. Were they the lord's concubines?

besides them were also servants tending to their every need. some stood perfectly still beside their mistresses like statues, patiently awaiting their next command. the rest gently fanned the heat away from their faces and cooled their skin with little cubes of ice.

to your left, some were sitting near a wide, clear pond which was filled with different species of fishes that shimmered in the sun that reflected on the water. from koi to betta fishes. they looked immaculate.

the escort continued into the palace until they reached where it seemed to be the kitchen. “this is where you shall work until other tasks are given to you.” they still had not turned around to look at you.

“Work? I am already working? But i have just arrived. Are you not going to ask me about my qualities and background?” is this person out of their mind? just giving away jobs as if it was free candy.

“Why would i do that? You want the job, no? Here you have it. Plus if anything were to go wrong, the king will deal with you personally.”

the last line left you speechless. you could not form a coherent sentence.

“Now carry on. Your tasks await you.” with that they vanished.

you’re left standing there clueless. no tutorial. no instructions. you were left to fend for yourself like a duckling whose mother abandoned them. all the cooks in the kitchen seemed so preoccupied that they probably never even recognized your presence.

my tasks? what were they talking about? you muttered under your breath. in an instant your question was answered.

"Hello! You there, girl! Quit standing there and start chopping some of these cabbage.” an older woman had shouted ordering you to prepare some vegetables. without a second thought you scurried to her side and began cutting. unsure of what you were doing was right, you glanced over to her looking for any sign of uncertainty. but as if you were a ghost she did not glance once. too concentrated on the task at hand. perhaps she would tell you to stop…maybe.

after chopping about 4 patches of cabbages, she took it from you and tossed it into a bowl and walked into another direction,,disappearing in the swarm of other chefs who were sweating bullets from the amount of heat in the room.

you sure had your work cut out for you.

that same day you were bombarded with a stream of several demands, more specifically by the older cooks. one minute there was a “Grab that spoon!” “Wash those vegetables again!” or “Turn the fish over before it burns!” or the one you heard the most “Stop standing there if you’re just going to be a waste of space!”

as the day drew to an end, one by one all the cooks dispersed out of the kitchen. the other servants carried trays upon trays of the freshly prepared dishes that spent the entire day preparing. it was brought into a room with a big round table where the lord’s concubines awaited for their meals.

despite the lavish meals and interactions that you’ve seen, the lord had not appeared once. perhaps he was away on official business or had remained locked in his chambers away from everyone else. no one in the kitchen had brought him up yet. maybe they were too scared due to the horrendous hearsay that had spread which probably shook them to the core.

everything was still a blur. you got accepted without even having to try. the moment was so short lived that you struggled to believe you were truly here. as the evening came to a close, you quietly fell in line behind the other servants, following them through the winding corridors of the estate. you assumed they were heading back to their quarters for the night. without knowing where they were going you simply followed, too afraid to stand out.

when you all reached a point in the corridor, tthe men peeled off to the left while the women continued to the right. a huge door up ahead had been opened by a pair of guards standing outside of the room. it looked similar to the one in front of the estate, just with less carvings on it. inside were rows upon rows of neatly arranged futons covered on the floor. these were the servants' quarters.

some spots were vacant. perhaps they were assigned somewhere else. or maybe..

you pushed the thought out of your head. you didn’t want to imagine what had happened to them. making your way to an empty futon, there was a white piece of folded clothing at the foot of it. you picked it up and opened it out to see what it was. it was a robe which looked identical to the ones the servants had been wearing.

looking around you saw everyone changing into it. without shame, everyone's naked bodies were on display. goosebumps raised across your skin. you vigorously averted you eyes and swiftly slipped your kimono off to replace it with the robe as quickly as possible. you folded it and laid it near your pillow. you also removed the kanzashi off as well. they were the very few precious things you owned. you sat down on the futon and placed the covers over your shoulders. you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that sleep would come quickly. then your mind wandered.

you now were a servant to the world’s most feared cursed sorcerer, King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. the name that would make a room fall silent the moment it was uttered. the name that would send shivers down the spine of anyone, whether it be a rival, peasant or acquaintance, everyone feared him. the stories had spread across mountains, villages and nations about the countless atrocities that he had committed.

then it drifted again this time to something different. What did Mr.Kanji think about this? Was he understand? Was he fuming when he found out about your motives? Or maybe he was worried sick. there was no way you could have communicated with him. well not that you knew of at the moment. you should ask the maids tomorrow. they surely would have known, it would have been impossible that they never wrote to any of their family members since arriving here.

as sleep slowly overtook you, one final thought lingered in your mind.

tomorrow…

you might finally meet the monster behind the name.

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morning came in what felt like a blink of an eye. someone had been shaking you by your shoulders. prying your eyes open, you were met with the piercing ones of the same woman in the kitchen from the day before.

“Girl! Girl! Wake up! You need to get ready for the ceremony!” she huffed.

you sat up in an instance,taking in the look of your surroundings. everyone hurriedly rolled up their bedding and rushed toward the door. you turned your attention back to the woman.

“R-ready for what?” you rub your eyes, still sounding groggy from sleep.

“The king is returning in a matter of hours.” the woman said briskly. “That means the kitchens need to have every meal prepared before his arrival, and every inch of this estate must be spotless."

the king was coming back? Shit.

you pulled yourself up to your feet. the woman grabbed your wrist and led you out of the quarters and headed to the bathing area. on your way out, you slipped your feet into your sandals.

everyone looked occupied and worked themselves into a frenzy. they walked past you with buckets of water and armful of towels in their hands. men stood high on pillars, trimming shrubs which had weeds and outgrown branches around it. and women swept the floors removing dust particles – even the ones that was not there. scrubbing at walls, to get rid of grime that has been there long overdue.

when reaching the bathing area she pushed you in and began rummaging through one of the wooden shelves and pulled out a towel and another cleaned robe.

“Take this. You have five minutes. Use it wisely and then head down to the kitchen. Do not be late.” she warned and closed the door behind her.

without wasting another second, you began undressing. thankfully, there was no else around to make you feel embarrassed like last night. it must of taken a long while for the servants to adjust and grow accustomed with being that vulnerable among each other.

you grabbed a wooden pail and filled it with water from the large barrel next to it and threw the water onto yourself. the coldness made you shiver. then you repeated several times. making sure to lather yourself with sufficient soap of course.

the older woman's warning echoed in the back of your mind. you washed the soap of your skin one last time and grabbed the towel to dry yourself off, gently patting the droplets. until you were dry enough you tied the robe around your waist.

taking a quiet breath, you stepped back into the bustling corridors. without taking corners. you headed straight to the kitchen. steam and smoke filled the kitchen immensely. it made you start coughing as you stepped in. you couldn’t possibly work in these conditions.

the older woman from earlier spotted you almost immediately and called you over to meet her. you walked over carefully not wanting to disturb anyone from their concentration.

“Yes miss?” you answered her.

“Come help me," she ordered. “Here. Wash this rice. When you're done, put it over the fire and add plenty of salt.” she pushed a wooden basin filled to the brim with uncooked rice into your arms before pointing toward the water barrels nearby, while she returned to seasoning a freshly cleaned fish.

you hurried towards and poured cool water into it. setting it down, you submerged your hands into it and gently swirled the grains in between your fingers. within seconds it became clouded with starch which was your sign to drain it. you emptied the basin and filled it again then repeated the process. to be on the safer side you washed it out one more time before sprinkling a generous amont of salt to it and placing it on the fire. the fire pit was packed with several dishes that were being cooked at the same time.

“I’m done.” you told the woman.

she glanced at you with only a brief glance in the corner of her eyes.

“Good. Season this.” she slid a freshly cleaned fish toward you. you pulled it closer to you and grabbed the seasonings and added it to the fish precisely. the woman nodded and turned back.

the both of you and everyone had been working tirelessly. no one did more work than the other. if someone thought a task was done then another one would fall into their lap. so much so you had eventually lost track of how long you had been cooking and seasoning and chopping.

it had already started getting dark when the child-sized person entered into the kitchen. the room fell quiet and everyone paused doing whatever they were doing. trailing behind them were the same servants who had carried the evening meal to the concubines the day before.

“Thank you everyone for your hard work today. The king will be here in a matter of minutes. I suggest you all take a shower and gather on the courtyard. Do not skylark.” everyone bowed at them and they bowed back. they stood up then led the other servants out to place the meals into the dining area.

when the coast was clear everyone quietly walked out of the room. and all headed to the bathing area. the women and men both went to their respective areas. like clockwork, they discarded their clothing and doused themselves with water. you had no choice but to follow suit. how else would you get clean? no one on this compound looked at for anyone. one man for himself. the robes placed this time were red. signifying the return of the king. this man held aura in a room he wasn’t even in.

some time passed when everyone stepped out of the bath house in a queue with their robes properly tied and flattened. you could hardly read their faces. you couldn’t tell if they were nervous or scared. How did the king really look. I wonder if he would appreciate all the work we put into this.

everyone who resided in the estate stood in lines vertically and horizontaliy

with a few taps of a hoove. the carved door was unlatched. first came henchmen who trotted with the their horse and positioned them in a clear straight line in front of the servants.

then came two others with white ones. they looked even more important than those who arrived beforehand. and lastly, the one who everyone was waiting for the most walked through with a horse of his own. his was a black with a slick coat and long luscious braids on it's tail and head. everyone in the vicinity immediately bowed upon his presence making you follow suit.

"Rise."

everyone adjusted their stance and focused their attention on the man that stood before them.

you finally saw him.

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a new month,april,had arrived, ushering in a new season. flowers bloomed along sidewalks and garden paths, the sun shines high in the bright blue sky and trees awakened from their winter slumber, stretching their branches toward the warmth.

not only did this month bring nature's fruitful gifts but it also welcomed another season entirely. that being flu season. people brought along tissues everywhere they went. some even cooping themselves up in their humble abodes to distance themselves from the horrors of pollen.

you on the other hand were lying defeated on your boyfriend,toji's bed.

the flu had finally gotten to you after several attempts to stay healthy. but somehow the night before, while coming over to toji's apartment, all your efforts became futile.

it was the lady a few doors down who kept a small camellia flower hanging on her door. how could something so harmless have such a devastating effect on you?

nevertheless, there was no turning back. the flu was here to stay and universe knows how long it will be around for.

toji was out in the kitchen washing a cup which had tea that he made for you a few minutes ago. it helped a little to relieve the pressure building up in your chest.

after drying the cup, he headed to the room , where he stood up in the door frame looking at you in amusement and a tad bit of concern.

6 feet and 2 inches of pure muscle blocked the entrance. he wore nothing but his usual basketball shorts, a pair he'd owned for months now. they had originally been for casual outings, but somewhere along the way they had become his indoor staple.

a smirk pulled to the side of his lips

“damn,you looked fucked up.who would have thought what a little pollen could do to a person.”

you lift your head up slightly from the pillow,giving him a glare but ultimately let it fall back down. even that small movement felt like too much.

“shut up ‘ji. I'm not in the mood to talk or see you right now.” you mutter as you lay your head back.

“really?” he inches closer to the foot of the bed.

“was gonna put that thing to work.” he says,glancing down at the exposed flesh of your ass that's peaking under your shorts.

“you can't be for real. im literally dying and you're thinking of fucking me? boyfriend of the year over here” it comes out as sharp but there's no real heat behind it.

“y'know I'm just messing with you ma…but you know i ain't gonna turn ya down if ya ask.” he dips his knee down in the bend and draws closer to you.

you stare at him through half lidded eyes too lazy to say something back.

“so is that a yes or…” he trails off then reaches a hand under your shorts, kneading your ass.

“ ‘ji “ you utter breathlessly.

“I'll take that as a yes.” he finally closes the gap between you two, positioning himself on top of you with your legs spread wide and linked around his waist and his two arms on either side of you.

“ ‘ji we can't do this. I'm sick. you…you might catch it.”

yet you're still not pushing away. the space closes, getting more personal.

“sick or not. should that prevent me from giving my girl a good time?” he begins tugging on the waistband of your shorts with one hand and the other caresses your cheek “and even if I do get the flu, wouldn't you be here to take care of me?”

you eye him without saying a word, but your face gives you away. the blush creeps from your neck to your cheeks, leaving you even redder than the fever already has. your eyes are hooded with exhaustion, barely able to stay open.

oh god he needed to fuck you right now.

“baby. you call the shots. I'm just here to give you what you want. if you don't want it we can always wait until you're better.” he says wholeheartedly.

he truly doesn't want to make you uncomfortable especially when you're in this state. but if you're down he's ready to do as you please.

“i-i…yes” you whisper softly, too embarrassed to admit that you maybe do want to get fucked.

“didn't hear you darlin’. gotta speak louder”

he was clearly teasing, trying to get you to say what you both already knew.

“yes toji…I do…w-want to have s-sex now. just don't be too rough, ok?”

“no worries baby. I wouldn't wanna break my fragile doll..yet..” a smirk tugged at the side of his lips “when this flu shit is all over, you're getting it.”

the thought of toji just fucking you senselessly made you blush even harder. oh how you couldn't wait until this bullshit flu was gone.

with one swift but gentle move he discarded your shorts along with your underwear and tossed it to whatever part of the room that he couldn't seem to care about . only thing on his mind right now was to make sure that the beautiful princess in his lap got what she deserved.

it started off slowly. he pulled you into a long, passionate kiss that left you gasping for air the moment his lips finally parted from yours. from there, he trailed down to your neck, peppering your skin with soft kisses that made you whimper.

“mhmm. ma you smell so good. I could breathe you in for days and not get tired.” he groans against your skin giving it more kisses.

his journey continued. he sent a little kiss between your breast before tugging your shirt off and flying it to the side.

“fuckin’ gorgeous fa me huh?” he says adoring your naked body presented in front of him.

you could hardly process what he was saying. the flu made your brain all hazy, paired with the fact that toji was making you feel all these butterflies in your stomach. you could only respond by giving a soft moan.

“all mine for me to fuck.” he continued kissing between your tits before moving to one nipple sucking it like a baby desperately wanting its mother's milk. you moaned and tilted your head back.

he sucked hard while looking up at you through his lashes. the boner in his boxers getting even harder by the second.

his fingers pinched and toyed with your other nipple before he gave it the same attention.

while you were distracted by the attack on your poor,now swollen nipples, his hand snaked down settling between your thighs.

“damn…your skin’s on fire.” as his hand moved lower he could feel the heat radiating from your body.

“and your pants are making it worse. it's sticking to my leg…take it off” you mumble the last part but he still hears you.

“jus say ya wanna see my dick. it's yours anyway.”

without wasting any time, he gets off the bed and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers. his dick sprung out, the tip was smeared with a bit of precum that began leaking from earlier. yoou stare for a moment, suddenly far more awake than you had been seconds ago.“it ain't running away.” he settled back in the bed, getting back into his prior position.

he licks his fingers up and inserts two into your hole that's been throbbing , waiting for it to be fed.

you moaned at the sudden feeling. they were just two but god did it feel amazing.

his pace sped up gradually, stretching your velvety walls.

“how do ya feel baby? hmm? ya feel good yet?” he doesn't skip a beat. his fingers continue to pump inside you while making eye contact. your eyes followed his movements between you. watching his fingers appear and disappear inside you. mouth ajar at the feeling of his index dragging against your g spot.

he suddenly added another and began moving faster.

“c’mon. answer me doll. won't ya.”

you bite your lip at the new sensation. “toji~ i-it's soo good. your fingers feel so good inside me”. more heat crawls to your face. the flu making you more sensitive than usual.

“want something better? I can give to ya if you ask nicely.” his fingers left your poor cunt , having you groan at the loss.

“tojiiii” you whine , “don't do this to me” you pull his hands to you , tugging on it. he lowly chuckles at you. “I told you to ask nicely” you bite your lips

“please baby. fuck me please. I need you so bad .so fucking bad” your eyes begin to water and your face starts burning up. “aww princess, don't cry daddy's gotchu” he wipes your face with his thumb.

he pulls away slightly as he hooks his hand under your knees pushing it down against your shoulder,positioning you in a mean mating press. his cock lining up with your slit. he rubs his precum on your hole , watching as it clenches desperately onto nothing.

“ready,ma?” he looks at you waiting for your signal.”you nod frantically at him. “ ‘course you are”

he pushes slowly past your cunt,with only the tip going in. lowering his head down to give you a kiss, and pushing in deeper.

you moaned, but the sound was swallowed by his kiss.“mmghm~” he quickens his pace , the tip rubbing your g spot and kissing your cervix. “fuck,ma you're so tight.wanted this dick so bad, huh?”

"yes, 'ji... right there... feels so good.” you tilted your head back in ecstasy. he looks down at you and takes this as an opportunity to cover your neck with hickeys.

your pussy fluttering as he relentlessly pounds into it,reach all the good spots at the same time. he pulls his hand back to thumb your clit which was sadly forgotten.the new found sensation has you moaning his name over and over again, your next door neighbour had surely heard you.

“baby~ fuck…” your hand reached for his back, clutching onto him as though he might disappear if you let go.he winced at the mixture of pain and pleasure “Too much?” he asked, his voice softer now. “n-no ‘ji…I love it so much..I love you” his expression softened instantly, and he leaned down to capture your lips in another lingering kiss. It wasn't rushed or teasing this time.just full of affection..

“nghhh..feel so good,” he groans “when you squeeze me like that” “fuuuck” he chokes as you clamp around him. “hah…I feel so full ‘ji..fuh i– it’s so big i want you to cum in me~ please your cum i-i want it so much wanna feel your big fat cock cum inside my pussy toji~”

“wanna cum together ma? I'm so fucking close” he moans into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier. “I'm close too baby.just keeping fucking me like that” you can feel yourself reaching your high just as fast as his.

one more thrust and he releases his hot ropes of white cum inside you . at the same time your walls tighten and flutter around him.

your breaths came out ragged as you both struggled to catch them after the overwhelming rush. he remained draped over you for a few moments, gathering himself before finally sitting up and pulling out. he watches as the string of cum connecting you two breaks.. “fuck.” he groans under his breathe. he rolled to his side, laying next to you and brushing some hair that stuck to your face.

toji stayed beside you for a few moments before finally getting up and running a hand through his messy hair.

“want me to make another cup of tea for ya?” he says looking at you while picking up his boxers from the floor.

your panting slows down and you stare at him. really? he just fucked the brains out of me and is asking me if I want a cup of tea?

sighing you slowly elevate your head from the pillow.”ye sure” you turn over to your side and lie your head down.

“k, ma” he walks over to your side of the bed and places a kiss on your temple. “be back in a sec.”

“mhmm. take your time.” he smiles at your response and leaves the room.the smile he gave you was soft and genuine before he disappeared into the hallway.

your heart starts racing as he leaves. maybe being sick and taken care of by him wasn't so bad after all.

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