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It was a mistake. A comical, nonsensical, monumental mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. You didn’t mean to create a soul tie with a demon . All you did was read a torn up book from the library. Was it an occult book about spiritual practices in the Japanese Heian era? Yes… but it doesn’t warrant an eldritch horror being your life partner. 

Actually, according to the demon, you didn’t create the soul tie, he has been waiting for you all his life. Cute, but it didn’t make the situation any better. Damn your natural inclination to catch the old and withered items thrown into the donation boxes of the library you worked at. It just pained your heart to see pages falling out of books, and the ominous leather bound grimoire was no exception. 

Restoration was one of your favorite things to do. Knowledge is always worth saving, no matter how old it may be. Books were your life. You found yourself lost in them, enchanted, terrified, taught. You had no genre as your favorite. Everything was welcomed, nothing was off limits. You knew a little bit of every culture, every study, every block buster fantasy. If you could, you’d build a machine that would let you live inside of a book and experience the scene yourself. 

Technically you could ask your all powerful demon to do that, but you didn’t want to deal with him right now.

You still weren’t all too sure on how it happened. First you were glueing the pages back to the spine of the book, running your fingers over the deckled edges when you opened a page that was stuck together. You carefully peeled it apart, a task that took ten minutes to do to avoid any additional tears, and opened up to a page that was different from the rest. The words were written in a rush, the strokes of the characters dragging much longer than it should. You only knew a tiny bit of Japanese (but much more of Latin, Russian, Yoruba, and French from having just an abundance of time on your hands), but this time you could make out some of the words. 

You muttered the ones you knew for sure, used context clues for the ones that were beyond reading. It didn’t make a lick of sense to you. You closed the book with a clamp so that the glue would set and decided to come back to it tomorrow since it was closing time. There was no rush of wind, flash of lightning, or eerie sounds. Just you and the screech of a thousand cicadas as soon as you stepped outside to walk to your car. A normal Thursday night.

Until it wasn’t. 

You shuffled around your house with a new arc from your favorite novelist in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and the largest frame of glasses known to man perched on your nose. Jazz music quietly spilled out from your hidden speakers, preventing the house from getting a little too quiet as you lived alone with your cat. It was a total boring cliche, you were well aware, but you were happy with your life. You had friends who you trusted, a great relationship with your parents, and just recently got out of a relationship with someone who you didn’t hate, you just grew apart. There was no chaotic, negative energy to feast on in your household and you liked it that way. 

You thought you heard your cat clawing on the door when you were snuggled away in your bed. You flipped the covers over and went to let her in to snuggle with you. 

“I’m so sorry, Cleo. I thought you were already in here with me,” you said, scooping her up from the floor. The ragdoll cat begrudgingly accepted your kisses of apology. You set her down on the bed, watching her find a good spot to curl up in and smiled. You went to reach for your wine glass you knew that you set on your nightstand, but there was nothing in the glass. You were sure that you didn’t finish it. You paced yourself well enough for it to last until at least chapter five, but there wasn’t a drop of alcohol left. 

“The quality of sake has diminished over the years, I see.” 

The voice came from all around the room but also deep in your chest. Cleo hissed, making a run for it out of your door, leaving you wildly spinning around for the intruder. You lunged for the heavy duty taser you kept in your nightstand, but when you turned around there was nobody there.

“What is that?” 

The bone chilling voice spoke again. Was it one person or many, you couldn’t tell. 

“I— I have a weapon!” You tried to steady your voice but it was hopeless. You were terrified. There was nobody there but you could feel a heavy presence in the room. 

“You call that a weapon?” The voice laughed. “The only weapon my wife needs is me.”

The statement made you falter. “Wife? Who are you?”

You turned around once again and nearly jumped out of your skin. A man, or a close approximation of one, sat on your bed flicking through your book. It was impossible, but he had twice as many limbs on his top half than he should, and double the amount of eyes. They were bright and red when scanning through your novel. “What language is this?” 

“F-french,” you whispered. You were dreaming. You had to be. That was the only way this could be happening. Still, dream or not, you had to protect yourself. You pressed your taser and watched the prongs leap out and touch his bare skin. He looked unbothered, merely looking down at his stomach where the taser landed and moved his arm to reveal a mouth on his abdomen. A tongue flopped out and licked the prongs, dragging it back to the mouth and the taser was slowly dragged out of your hands and into the mouth. You watched in horror as the hard plastic was crushed to pieces in front of your very eyes. 

“Useless weapon,” he reiterated, this time looking directly at you. “Don’t insult me again.” 

“Pl—please don’t hurt me.” There was nothing left to do but beg. You already punched yourself till blood was drawn. This was not a dream, you were looking at a real, evil monster who didn’t know French and ate high voltage tasers. 

He rose from your bed. You crawled away as much as you could until you bumped into a wall and still you wanted to move through it. He stood before you, looking over your trembling frame and called out for you. 

“Rise.” 

You rose, unsure if you really had a choice in the matter. One of his many hands cupped the side of your face. A clawed thumb brushed away the tear that fell on your cheek.

“Why do you weep?”

“Um… well… I don’t really know who you are,” you said honestly. You were still pinned to the wall, unable to flee and he took up your entire frame of sight. He nodded, removing his hand from your face and raising it in the air. You thought he was going to strike you and you flinched. When you opened your eyes again he was multiple steps away from you, still raising his palm.

“Time has faded your memory of me. You are my wife, and I am your husband. The string of fate proves that we are mates.” 

He stated it so matter of factly. You are my wife, and I am your husband. My wife, your husband. Mates. Forget dreaming, you have officially lost your mind. 

“I don’t… remember agreeing to that,” you said carefully. The words “husband” and “wife” bounced in your head in a crazy echo. You slumped to the floor, your body suddenly very tired. A laugh bubbled up your throat and escaped your mouth. So much for your boring life.

“Do you not feel the connection? The string is tied from my last finger to yours.” You looked at your hand, not seeing any supposed string and shook your head. 

He frowned. “You do not agree to it. It has been decided.” He crouched in front of you, inspecting your face earnestly. One side of his face was strange, not normal skin, instead inhuman, bumpy and shades darker. 

“You look the same after all this time,” he murmured. “I will make you remember.” 

“Let’s not do that,” you said quickly. “I don’t even know your name and I am not married. I’m a librarian and I have a cat. And I have never, ever met you before.”

“I am known as Sukuna, among other names,” he responded to one of your distresses. “What title is a librarian?”

This time you laughed. An deranged laugh, loud and unbecoming. Sukuna waited as impatiently as he could for you to be finished, but you kept on cackling. Once out of breath, you wiped the tears out of your eyes and leaned against the wall. It finally dawned on you how this happened. The drying grimoire that was locked up in the library was responsible for this strange turn of events.

“It’s not a title, at least, not in the way you’re thinking. It’s my job, one that I love very much. Was I ever a common worker before?”

Sukuna bristled at the thought. Even his tummy mouth frowned. “You were a queen. You wanted nothing because you had everything.”

“Interesting,” you mused. “I’m so not your girl.”

“I’m not interested in little girls.”

“Kudos to you. I think I’m going to sleep now. I’m clearly much more tired than I think I am.”

“We have things to discuss,” Sukuna protested, but you already slipped under the sheets. If I force myself to sleep he will go away, you thought. 

Instead you felt the dip of the other side of your bed and flung your eyes open. Sukuna was in bed, with you, staring your down with his four eyes. He was much too close for your liking. 

You looked at him wildly. “What are you doing?” 

“Resting with you.” 

“Get out of my bed!”

“Are you no longer tired?” 

“I am tired. Extremely tired, but that doesn’t mean I want you on my bed! Stay on the floor or something!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes at you and turned on his back, his arms crossed in two sets on his chest. 

“You were always particular with your sleeping habits. I see that hasn’t changed either.”

“Stop acting like you know me!”

Sukuna got off the bed to sit on the floor like you asked. The only problem is that you could feel his gaze prickling your skin, making it impossible to ignore him. You didn’t feel bad about kicking him out, he certainly didn’t have a pout on his face because of it, but something needed to be done. 

“Face the door instead of me,” you mumbled. 

His eyes twitched. “Commanding me like footmen,” he grumbled, yet he still turned away. You wondered if his obedience had something to do with the book. Sukuna had the aura of someone who doesn’t listen to anyone, yet he’s been more than understanding with you. Maybe you really were his wife. Maybe you were having a very elaborate and maladaptive daydream. You thought of “maybe’s” until the sun came up, still staring at the back of his pink, spiky hair. 

Your alarm chirped for you to get ready for work. You groaned. You didn’t get a second of sleep. You were too afraid of being eaten by the demon you accidentally summoned. You reached out to shut off the ringing clock as quietly as you could, but Sukuna touched it first. 

“How strange,” he said, turning the clock around in his hand. He brought it up to his ear, shook his head, tapped the glass. Then he crushed it. It was made of plastic, but the shards bent and broke to the floor left his hand unscratched. You gaped at the mess he made as he let the remains fall to the floor. “It was making a wretched sound.”

“Yeah…” you sighed. “It was pretty noisy.”

You had to find out how to get rid of him. Fast. 

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“And what could that possibly be?” You said coyly. You took another strawberry from the basket, maintaining eye contact with Quanxi while you took a bite. It was a juicy one, liquid running down your wrist and forearm that you paused to stare at. 

“Oh,” you frowned, straining behind Quanxi to pull a paper towel off the counter but she still held you close. 

“I got it,” Quanxi said. You expected her to reach for the paper towel like you had tried to, but Quanxi held your wrist and licked the sticky trail from your elbow up. Your ears flamed from the contact, watching Quanxi drag her tongue against your skin until she reached the base of your palm, then bit the rest of the strawberry, her teeth grazing your fingertips. 

“That does taste good,” she said through her bites. 

“Now it does?” you huffed. Quanxi nodded, tilting her head down to meet your lips. Both of your lips are sickly sweet, sticky from the fruity extract. Quanxi’s tongue slipped into your mouth, wrapping itself around your tongue until she had your natural taste. The strawberries are good but nothing can compare to you. You moaned into her mouth, finally pulling away to breathe. 

“I just wanted to have a snack.”

“And I want to have you,” Quanxi said matter of factly. You shook your head in jest and tried to reach for another berry on the counter. Quanxi squinted at the basket, then snatched it up to hold it well above her head. You let out a noise of protest as Quanxi is already six feet tall and with her arm raised you couldn’t get the basket back unless you had a stool.

“Follow me,” Quanxi smiled, dragging you to the bedroom. After playfully but short lived wrestling with Quanxi you were pinned onto the bed facing up. Quanxi held both of your wrists down, her knee splitting your legs open and gently nudging against your sex. You rolled your hips on the knee, trying to soothe the growing sensation spreading between your legs, but Quanxi has other plans. After maneuvering to hold both of your wrists with one hand she picked a rather big strawberry from the basket she set on the nightstand and held it up to your lips. The only issue was that the strawberry is turned backwards, the leafy stem facing your tongue instead of the part that was a delight to eat. 

“Open and hold it with your teeth,” Quanxi ordered. You obeyed, holding the strawberry carefully to not break through it. Quanxi’s eye twinkled from anticipation.

“Good girl,” she purred, pecking a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s see how long you can stay like that. Keep your hands here.” 

Quanxi kissed your jaw and neck while her hands travelled under and up your shirt. You kept your hands above your head as told, but you desperately wanted to weave your fingers through Quanxi’s hair. Quanxi lifted your tank top, careful not to snag your hair on the way up, and her eye settled on your breasts. Your full chest rose and fell steadily, your nipples getting harder from being exposed to Quanxi’s stare. You didn’t know what to do. You were told that you couldn’t move her hands from your head, and your mouth was occupied.

Quanxi still has one knee pressed against your mound, purposefully grinding it on your pussy as she twists one of your nipples. You whined through your teeth, pushing your chest into Quanxi’s hand so she could massage it fully. Quanxi was hunching over you, massaging both breasts, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over your nipples, smirking as you writhed impatiently below her. 

“Shhh, just enjoy your strawberry, baby,” she murmured, dipping her head down to enclose her lips on a nipple. You whined again, your hands clawing at the pillowcases around you. Looking down to see Quanxi sicking your nipple was a beautiful sight to see. She teased and sucked on it, tugging it gently with her teeth to stretch the skin before letting go and watching it snap back. She trailed open mouth kisses on your sternum, taking her sweet time to get to the other breast, littering the space with kiss marks. You were heaving and dripping from her touch. You felt your teeth precariously holding onto the strawberry. You were barely able to withhold yourself from snapping your jaw down when Quanxi started the same ministries to your other breast. You wanted to stick it out to the end to finally beat Quanxi’s unexpected challenges, but this one was the hardest even though it was the simplest. You felt your teeth sink deeper into the fruit when Quanxi took a long stripe up from the underside of your breast to suck on your nipple again. 

“Quan-“ you groaned from the back of your throat, but at the same moment your lover’s hand reached beneath the waistband of your shorts to pet your damp panties. You bucked your hips forward into her hand, relieved to have felt some pressure on your sex but Quanxi is quick to pull away. Quanxi tutted and shook her head in faux disappointment. 

“Stop moving so much or you’re gonna mess up,” she said, still stroking your slick folds through the fabric. “You said that you were gonna win someday.” She removed  both your shorts and panties in one quick swipe, resting both of your legs on her shoulders. You nearly dropped the strawberry from gasping. The sudden shift of position left you almost folded in half with Quanxi’s head settling between your legs. Quanxi gently bit down on the inside of your thigh, holding her teeth there to swipe her tongue over the tingling skin. You released yet another strangled moan, your feet jerking erratically behind Quanxi’s head. She was just teasing incessantly now, sucking on your flesh until she reached the apex of your thighs, then blowing over your exposed sex to watch you clench around nothing. 

“You’re doing so well. So good for me ,” she complimented your determination. Quanxi noticed your lips pulled back to bare your teeth over the berry, your throat taking empty swallows to try to calm down. Tears are gathered at the corner of your eyes and Quanxi wants to kiss them away and have their saltiness settle in her mouth, but she has more important matters right in front of her face. 

She flattened her tongue, taking a long stripe up from the seam to the clit, holding onto your waist tightly because you jerked again just as expected. The strawberry is almost cut in half in your mouth. Your tongue is pressed against the leaves, a subtle reminder to calm yourself down. You mewled, rolling your hips into Quanxi’s face while looking up at her, but Quanxi’s eyes are closed as she enjoys herself. You want to tangle your fingers in Quanxi’s hair, to tug her closer and rut into her lips, and you would have if you weren’t so set on winning. 

Quanxi, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to see her lover melt by her touch. She filed away the teasing act she had planned, completely taken by the heady scent and broken whimpers escaping your mouth. She focused her attention to worry your clit, making a tight seal on it with her lips, eliciting labored breaths from the other woman. She shifted you in her arms, hooking one hand at the back of your knee, pushing your legs further into your chest while pulling them farther apart so nothing is hidden, making your face scrunch from exposure. Your arms twitched above your  head, unsure of how much restraint you had left. Quanxi drags one hand down the back of your leg, her fingernails softly scraping your skin, sending waves of tremors down your body. When her fingers reached their destination, starting from the top of your sex, she used two fingers to trace your arousal on your lips before pulling them apart. With languid laps Quanxi slowly pushed you to the brink of your mind, fucking you with her tongue and moaning into your heat. You chanted garbled noises of motivation, your vision going blurry and full of tears when Quanxi’s sharp nose continuously bumps into your swollen clit. 

Quanxi pulled her head back to finally take a real breath of air, her face slick with your arousal that she licked clean off her lips. She pulled back the hood over your clit, circling the bud with her thumb and watched your eyes roll back into your head. Choked sobs escape your mouth, moans that only cheered the white haired woman on, who bent back down to busy herself between your legs.

“Do you know how pretty you sound?” Quanxi breathed against your dripping folds. “If only other people knew how you moan for me.” She pushed two fingers into your sex, immediately searching for the spongey spot deep inside you. You let out an exceptionally loud whine, arching your back off of the bed, writhing from Quanxi’s touch. 

“Just like that,” Quanxi said starry eyed. “I love that noise, baby. Think you can do it again?”

With her fingers scissoring inside of, your essence dripped down her hand and onto the bed, and you did exactly as she asked. “Oh don’t look at me like that,” she crooned when you blinked away big tears. If she folded you any further it wouldn’t be comfortable but she needed to put her lips on yours. “Don’t I always make you feel good?”

Yes, yes, yes, you thought in your head, but all you could do was nod. Quanxi nodded too, finding your clit with her tongue once again and continued her onslaught on your sex with the intention of giving you an orgasm as sweet as the strawberry. Fireworks explode in your vision as you gush into Quanxi’s mouth. Damn the strawberry in your mouth. You crush it in your mouth and it falls down your body, the juices staining your chest and bedding. Quanxi continued to stroke your inside with her fingers until you were twitching and gasping for mercy. 

“You lost, baby.” She slowly drags her fingers out of you and gently thumbs your folds. She grazes your clit and you let out a sharp hiss. With her hand still splayed across your pussy she reached for the fallen strawberry beside you. You then remembered the leafy bit in your mouth, which you held out on your tongue to show her. 

“Next time, maybe?” She plucked the fruit off of your tongue and tossed it on the nightstand. 

“Fuck off,” you grumbled and she laughed. You watched her eat the strawberry slowly, leaving only a small amount left in her hands. She felt your watchful eyes and raised her brow. 

“Still hungry?”

“Forget about the strawberries. I’m naked, you’re not,” you said, reaching up to hook your hand around her neck and melding your lips with hers. It was a seedy kiss, the strawberry still in Quanxi’s mouth that gave her a wonderful taste. You hungrily nipped her lips while removing all the clothing she had. She  was still on top of you, so you skillfully hooked your leg around your waist and flipped her over, surprising her when she found herself on her back. 

“You never make these games fair,” you whine, your hands pinching her nipples. “Do you even want me to win?”

“Not really, no,” she breathes out. You litter her neck and chest with lovebites and pout again. 

“I have to get you back,” you mutter into her skin. “Set the score right.” 

You drag your index fingernail down the center of her body, barely grazing her skin but it was enough to bring about goosebumps on her skin. Your finger rises and falls with every breath, swirls down to her navel, zigzags up until her pubic area. You weren’t straddling her waist but rather one of her legs, and her leg slid up and bumped into your ass. You gently sat down on her leg until it laid flat on the bed, and her soft thigh pressed up on your still sensitive clit. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to decide on what to do to your woman. 

“Does it really matter? You always come in the end.” Her hand rested on your waist, slowly guiding your hips to rock with her. You were more than happy to oblige, to ride her thigh into your next high, but your thumb found her clit to play with. She let out a soft moan that you wanted amplified. You lick your two middle fingers and bury them inside of her, relishing the way her hips arched off the bed. 

“That’s it, Quanxi, give it to me,” you purred, putting your thumb back on her clit. Your fingers gained speed, working her g-spot and clit at the same time, making her curse and writhe beneath you. You loved to see her under you, her pale skin blushing like roses whenever she was aroused. Her bottom lip was sucked in and pushed back out when she was nearing that peak. Her hair that was usually tied back in a clean ponytail became loose and her strands sprawled across the pillow. 

“Talk to me, baby, how are you feeling,” you ordered. Whenever she was close she would stop talking or making noise all together, denying you of much needed commentary. In response her fingers dug into your waist instead of answering verbally. Her eyes were screwed shut, her neck stretched out as she threw her head father back into the bed. 

“Come on, or I’ll stop right now,” you warned, but your fingers told a different story. You applied more pressure on her bud with your thumb and fucked her faster with your fingers. The soft squelch of your fingers moving in her only got louder in your quest to make her talk. Quanxi still held her tongue, but you knew her well enough already. You were no longer concerned with your own orgasm on her thigh, instead bending down to reach for her face with your other hand. Your thumb rested on her chin, pulling down on the skin to make her release her lip from her teeth. It popped free and immediately turned strawberry red with all the blood that rushed back into it. You then gave her a messy kiss, unable to lay your lips fully on hers because she found your swollen clit, leaving you both breathless and sharing moans. 

“I’m almost there,” she gasped, her hips grinding into your hand. You licked the side of her mouth, down her jaw, then latched your teeth on her shoulder. Her fingers were constricting your fingers, pulsing wildly and spreading her wetness everywhere. 

“You’re really not going to let me know?” You whispered in her ear. Quanxi’s whole body shuddered at your voice. You licked the shell of her ear then stuck your tongue inside, knowing how sensitive her ears were. They were flaming, bright red indicators of how well you were treating her. She still didn’t elaborate like you wanted, so as soon as the tell tale signs of her orgasm appeared, your fingers stilled abruptly. Quanxi’s eyelids flew open, wildly searching your face for a reason. 

“You didn’t answer me,” you shrugged, licking your fingers clean. You rubbed the inside of her thigh and patted it twice before sliding off of her leg to settle yourself between her legs. You used your tongue to scoop up her essence, carefully not touching her clit with your nose, bringing more frustration to the white haired lady who tried to wiggle her pussy in your face. 

“Let’s try this again, yeah? I ask how you’re feeling, and you answer.” 

“Fine,” she gritted through her teeth, but you knew it would be a challenge for her. She never gave more than a few strained moans when she wasn’t the one teasing. 

“Does it feel good when I do this?” You eased your fingers back inside her pussy and kissed her clit. You batted your eyelashes up at her and she threw her arm over her eyes. 

“Yes.” 

Her short, monosyllabic answers wouldn’t work here. You tsked, running your free hand up the curves of her body to pull on her hard nipple. She threw her arm off of her face and looked down at you. The truth is, you didn’t need her to tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. Not now when you aren’t trying anything particularly kinky. But the hitched breathing, the shaky words, the groans breaking up her sentences went straight to your pussy and you craved them just as much as she did. You wanted to watch her fall apart with your hands just as much as she did. 

“Tell me more,” you begged, rolling her nipple between your fingers gently now. 

“I just need a little more, baby,” she whispered. Her hands wound up in your head, pushing you into her sex and you leaned in. She was making a mess on your face but you loved her taste, fucking her with your tongue and circling her bud quickly. “Fuck— just like that,” she murmured. 

Her praise spurred you on and you continued to eat her out like she was the only meal you’d ever get. She rode your face harder with every passing minute, cooing your name and stroking your hair back so she can see your face. 

“You just wanted me to tell you that you’re a good girl, huh? That’s what you really—ah!— really wanted?” 

You nodded your head as much as you could, groaning on her skin when she pulled your hair harder. You lifted your face off of her cunt, your lips pulling a string of her arousal from her hole. You climbed on top of her again, kissing her fiercely then lining up your pussy with hers. 

“Wanna hear you say it again,” you pant. You lifted her long leg up to rest on your shoulder and her other leg laid in between yours. You were both so wet you glided on each other. The friction between your buds bumping each other made you both exclaim in whiny cries. You kissed her calf that was near your mouth and rocked your hips faster, controlling the speed between you. 

“Fucking hell,” Quanxi groaned, working her hips in tandem with yours. Your come mixing with her made her head swirl, and she watched as your pussy made a mess of her. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She tore her eyes away from your lower half and licked her lips. You were too far away to kiss but she laced her fingers in your free hand and pecked your fingertips. Before you knew it she was sucking on your fingers and you pinched her tongue with your index and forefinger. 

“You look so pretty, Quanxi. Gonna come for me?”

With wide eyes she moaned around your fingers. You were close too, nearly coming again when you had your nose in her cunt. Her muffled wails only grew louder and you swivel your hips deeper into hers. The whole bed was getting incredibly wet, and with one last look of Quanxi’s eye rolling back into her head you came with her, gushing and soaking her with your come and vice versa. 

You slowed down when your orgasm racked through your body, giving little baby ruts into her pussy until she was begging you to give her a break. You didn’t want to separate just yet because of how connected you felt to her. Every shock and tremor she experienced you felt as well. You kissed her calf and knee one last time before setting it back on the bed and falling on top of her. 

You felt her heart beating fast like yours, and you laid on her chest until your breathing slowed back down to normal. You folded your hands on her chest and rested your hand on top, giving a small kiss on the underside of her jaw which made her look down at you. Her face was still flushed and her hair was completely out of its ponytail. She had the most gorgeous fucked out expression and pride pooled in your stomach knowing you caused it. 

“We’ll have to wash the sheets again,” she sighed, running her fingers down your spine. 

“Hmm.”

“And I think there’s a bit of strawberry in the sheets.”

“Mhmm.”

“It looks like a fucking murder.”

“Hmm.”

“Is that all you’re gonna say?”

You thought about it for a moment. “If the bed is already dirty, can you feed me the rest of the strawberries?” 

“You’re unbelievable,” she scoffed, but she reached out for the basket on the nightstand anyways. 

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You were awakened by a shadowy figure floating behind your eyelids. A gentle voice called out to you, coaxing you to open your eyes. 

“It’s time for you to get ready, My Queen.”

What a strange dream, you thought to yourself. It sounded real enough, and you felt the tug on your body like you were being lifted off of the bed to sit up, yet you still couldn’t open your eyes. Soft pressure flitted over your body, a touch as soft as a butterfly’s, never staying in one place for too long before finding a new place to tickle your skin. 

“Mmm Cleo, stop it,” you moaned. You tried to push your cat away when you brushed skin that surely wasn’t Cleo’s. Your eyes sprung open and you were greeted by a person with wide eyes and a white bob.

“Who the fuck are you,” you whispered. Terror froze up your body. Now crippled, you couldn’t get out of bed fast enough even if you wanted to. Sukuna was no longer beside you so you had to deal with the intruder alone.

“Master told me you had no memories left of our time together. I am Uraume, your humble servant,” they bowed. 

“Master? Servant?” 

You were still too afraid to move when Sukuna padded into the room with Cleo close behind. 

“S-sukuna this person—“

“Uraume, leave us.”

The small person bowed and quietly left the room immediately. The blood roaring in your ears filled down to a quiet thud as Sukuna sat at the foot of the bed. Cleo hopped on top of the sheets, nuzzling her body on yours as if to say good morning. 

“What— who is that?” You hissed to Sukuna. 

He cocked his head to the side. “Did they not say? That is Uraume.” Sukuna acted like that was enough information and perhaps to him it was. It only left you more confused. 

“And what are they doing in my house?”

Sukuna stared at you like you were asking a stupid question. “What all servants are supposed to do. Care for it.”

You rubbed the palm of your hand over your forehead in frustration. “Okay. Imma have to spell this out for you slowly. Where did Uraume come from and why did you let them in?”

You were angry, Sukuna could see that much. If looks could kill he would be severely wounded, and it puzzled him. You had always loved Uraume before, and treated him much better than others. If anything, Sukuna thought you would have been elated to see them.

“Uraume found me. Simply appeared at the doorstep and I wasn’t going to turn them away. The cat also enjoys their presence.” 

Sure enough, Cleo was no longer at your side. She was probably with the so-called servant just like Sukuna said. 

“Uraume was always your favorite. They live to serve you.” 

“I don’t need that,” you mumbled, swinging your legs over the bed. Sukuna got up to help you but you swatted him away. You limped your way over to your bathroom and Sukuna’s arms twitched in need to keep you steady. “Is there any other baggage that comes with you? Might as well air it out now.” 

You paused at the doorframe of the bathroom, a peculiar scent catching your nose. “What’s that smell?”

Both you and Sukuna turned to the direction of the kitchen. You hobbled your way over there after arguing with Sukuna to leave you alone, and in it you found the newcomer standing in front of your stove with food sizzling in the pan.

“Excuse me?!” You said incredulously. The white bob swished from side to side when they faced you, not looking directly at your face.

“My Queen,” they bowed. 

“Stop calling me that.” 

They hesitated, unsure of what to say next. 

“Just— use my name, okay? This is already weird enough,” you sighed. 

The face Uraume made made you think you had asked them to call you a slur. Their face screwed up like it physically pained them to even think about, let alone form their lips to utter your name. 

“Or ma’am?” You quickly offered to end their suffering. 

That eased Uraume. “Yes, ma’am. How can I help you ma’am?”

“Is that meat you are cooking?”

“Yes. Lord Sukuna requested it.” 

Another violent glare was thrown in Sukuna’s direction who was conveniently crouched down petting Cleo. The food didn’t smell bad. It was quite the opposite. Whatever Uraume was cooking smelled heavenly accompanied with a delicious symphony of sizzles.You gave up meat for personal reasons, but seeing it in front of you made your mouth water. While looking down at the pot, you couldn’t place what exactly was being cooked.

“What kind of meat is that?”

Uraume’s face blanched. “I believe it’s better if you don’t know. I will say, it is ethically sourced as per Lord Sukuna’s request.”

“How the hell is human meat ethically sourced Sukuna!”

Sukuna rose from the floor with an eye roll. “I see you have not changed after all these years. Always willing to stay in her good graces, Uraume.” 

“Don’t get mad at Uraume because you did something wrong,” you pointed. If Sukuna didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn Uraume was stifling a laugh. He crossed his two sets of arms over his chest and looked down at you. 

“I was hungry and you eat like a garden nymph.”

“So you can get beef! Or chicken! Or goat! Anything would be better than a literal arm and leg! But no, I am married to Hannibal Lecter it seems.”

Sukuna cupped your face, putting an abrupt end to your diatribe. His thumbs smoothed over the apples of your cheeks. 

“Careful with how you speak to me,” he said in a low tone. You opened your mouth to hurl another jab at him but his eyes narrowed. 

“I don’t care how you look at me, I am still angry,” you gritted out. 

Sukuna sighed, moving his hand down from your face to your shoulders to twirl you around back to Uraume. “I kept your rules in mind and ordered for the meat to be ethically sourced. Uraume went out of their way to bring it, ethically sourced. There is nothing that I do not trust them to do while following directions to the most excruciating detail. You are angry over nothing.” 

“Don’t tell me what to be angry about,” you snapped. 

Despite your own reservations, you found yourself believing in Sukuna. If he did what he said, then there really shouldn’t be a worry. More than him eating human meat, you were worried of the legal consequences that would ensue. It was for the best that you didn’t know anything about how the meat was gathered, so you stomped out of the kitchen to the best of your abilities, leaving the two of them in your kitchen. You needed to get ready for work without gaining any new wrinkles. When you made it to your room, Sukuna turned to his servant.

“Uraume,” Sukuna said.

“Yes, my lord?”

“Who is Hannibal Lecter?”

“I do not know, sir. I will find out for you immediately.” 

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“Toji, I need you to be as open minded as possible,” you warned.

Your ex-boyfriend stared down at you with a single thin eyebrow raised and his arms crossed over his chest. You had him standing outside your front door after calling him on the phone last night with a strange request to come in this morning. You had cut things off with him and while it was not a messy breakup, it was still a surprise for you to reach out to him. You told him that your feelings for him were more platonic than anything else, and while it was hard for him to understand how he had gotten the short end of the stick after reflection he realized that you two were much better as friends like you stated. He got your back because you had his.

It didn’t make meeting Sukuna any easier. 

Toji wasn’t sure who, or what, exactly he was looking at when he stood in front of your living room. It looked like a man with way too many limbs and strange black tattoos all over his face and body. You frantically waved your hands around as you talked to explain what you were doing with him in your house to Toji. 

“There was this weird book donated to the library and the pages were falling out so obviously I was going to fix it because I was drawn to it but now looking back I was probably under some spell because the next thing I knew he was on my bed telling me that we’re married soulmates and his stomach talks and I don’t think it’s fair to keep him hidden but I don’t know how I can take him anywhere when he looks like that.” You took a deep breath after exposing the past few days to Toji and instantly felt a little better. Keeping such a big secret to yourself was taking a toll on your mental and you were glad to share the burden with another person. Toji and Sukuna glared at each other harshly. Sukuna sensed a powerful adversary, someone who had the ability to oppose him while Toji saw that you had chosen the strangest rebound of all time. 

“Was I that bad that you had to get married right after me?” 

“No!”

“That’s precisely what happened,” the demon butted in. 

You threw daggers at Sukuna and tried to quickly explain but he continued to talk over you as well.

“You broke her heart—“

“Sukuna is a demon that I summoned—“

“—and now I must kill you.”

“—who is not going to be killing anyone!” You reminded Sukuna before Toji could react to the threat. “And Toji didn’t break my heart!” You could feel the tension rising from both sides and dragged Sukuna away from Toji before he actually tried to tear his head off. “Look— Toji, I did some shit that I can’t fully explain without sounding like a crazy person—“

“You don’t sound like a crazy person. You’re already there,” Toji said.

“Do not call my wife mad,” Sukuna snarled. He took a step forward and you threw your arm across his chest to stop him. He simply pushed your arm out of his way, careful not to hurt you but not letting you get in the way of a disrespectful human. 

“Stop throwing that word around,” you growled, dragging Sukuna’s shoulder back with enough strength to actually make him stumble back. “I’m not your wife and you don’t get to hurt any of my friends. What’s going on in that ancient block head of yours doesn’t matter right now. And you ,” you squinted at Toji, “have to be nice. I’m sure this is a major culture shock to Sukuna right now.” 

“So let me get this straight,” Toji sighed. He pointed at Sukuna who swatted his finger out of his face. “That’s your…”

“Guest,” you offered. Toji gave you a doubtful look but continued. 

“Right. Guest , who is also some evil spirit that you found in a book and you want me to do what exactly?”

“Well for starters, take us to the mall? My car is too tiny to fit him,” you complained. You didn’t need to try to see that Sukuna’s frame was much too large for your small sedan that wouldn’t hold anyone over the height of 5’10” comfortably. 

“You’re so smart. Taking my car solves that issue and when we get to the mall we won’t have any problems with the fucking big red giant stomping behind us.”

You scowled at Toji’s sarcasm but he was right. Getting Sukuna in a car was only half of your problem. 

“Sukuna, is there anything you can do about your appearance? Y’know, try to look a little more human?”

Sukuna’s jaw tightened. You asking was not a problem but Toji being around really grinned his gears. You gave him big brown pleading eyes and Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose.

He started with the easiest one, which was his stomach, focusing energy to seal it off until his abs had no interruption. Then it was the lower pair of arms. Morphing them into his ribs wasn't nearly as painful as it sounded but bone crunching sounds filled the room.  You gasped, throwing your hand over your mouth as your eyes widened at his transformation. Lastly was his face. Sukuna could smooth the skin out as much as hume could but the discoloration remained the same. The additional eyes were reduced to slits, appearing like scars instead of orifices. When Sukuna opened his eyes again the changes were finished. You shakily reached out to touch his arms that remained.

“Did that hurt? I don’t want you to be in pain,” you whispered. 

Sukuna placed his hand over yours and smiled. “There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

From Toji’s perspective you were already a doting wife to the monster in your living room. You inspected the rest of his body like he had fallen off a building and not magically changed because you asked him to.

“Okay, you really do look alright. Toji, do you think you can give him something to wear? Nothing of mine will fit him.”

Toji flat out disagreed. “I’m not doing that. Can’t he conjure up some shit to wear?” 

“He can’t walk around like this! The pants are… okay, but he really needs a top. You don’t even have a jacket to lend?” 

“Fuck. No.”

“Asshole,” you grumbled. You looked back at Sukuna. Sure men could get away with not wearing shirts in public areas, especially in the summer heat, but Sukuna was still freakishly tall with intricate tattoos lining his body. You wanted to lessen the attention brought to him as much as you could.

“I wouldn’t want to put on your robes,” Sukuna said pointedly to Toji. Just like he suggested, Sukuna suddenly had on a white kimono with blue lining on, covering most of his body. 

“That—that works too,” you stuttered. His powers confused you. The idea that there are really higher beings was really fucking with your mind but you tried not to apply your human logic to it. It clearly couldn’t hold a candle next to Sukuna. 

After arguing who sits where in Toji’s much larger SUV, you watched from the back seat as both men sat in the front. Sukuna was intrigued by the buttons that littered the dashboard and Toji wanted him to do anything but touch.

“Go easy on him, Toji. Culture shock, remember?”

“Just because you pulled somebody out from a biblical time period does not mean they get to fuck with my shit.” He scowled at you through the rear view mirror but you pretended not to see him. 

Loud music charged the car and vibrated in your chest, making you all scream out in shock. Sukuna had turned the dial for the stereo as loud as it could go and Toji swerved into another lane. You reached over from the backseat to shut the radio off and Toji gained control of the car once again. You all sat in silence but you could hear the boiling anger in Toji. You were worried, not only for Toji’s outburst but Sukuna’s as well. You knew that he was keeping calm for your sake, but you were afraid that Toji would push him over the edge. You weren’t sure what Sukuna was capable of, but you did know it would lead to mass destruction. 

“He can walk to the goddamn mall. Get out. Now,’ he barked. 

“Toji don’t do that to him.”

“You’re making excuses for him!” “I’m being sympathetic! Sukuna, baby, listen. Please just sit there. I know I’ve been asking a lot of you lately but I would really like for us to get to our destination safely.” 

The term of endearment slipped out of your mouth by accident, and Sukuna perked up at the use of it as well. He was your baby, something that you looked at with affection. He stared at you and you gave him a hopeful smile. 

“I’ll keep to myself,” he promised.Toji muttered some insult under his breath that you pinched him for before sagging back into your seat. 

“We’ll buy you new clothes and get something to eat. Simple, normal tasks. We should be in and out.” 

You could only hope. 

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~A few years later~

You flipped through a thick binder of tattoo designs as you leaned over a wooden counter. The soft buzz of needles vibrating came from the corner of the shop, and scents of disinfectant and mint filled your nose. You stopped at a page with an intricate crescent moon, tapping your finger over the page. 

“Finally gonna get something?”

Choso Kamo materialized in front of you, wiping his hands clean with a towel. He was teasing you, looking at the page himself and nodded approvingly. Instead of his usual two ponytail hairstyle his hair fell just above his shoulders with strands of his bangs falling into his eyes. You made a face and smiled. 

“Maybe. You know I hate needles.” 

“So you got your husband to work at my tattoo shop that you visit almost everyday,” he snorted. 

You tapped the temple. “All part of my master plan. If I do want a tattoo, Sukuna will do it for me,” you laughed. “Speaking of him, is he almost finished?” 

“Yeah, he should be cleaning up now,” Choso said. You waved you off so you could go to Sukuna’s station. He was doing just as Choso said he would be– wiping down the client chair, putting ink back into their baskets, shoving things back into their places. You have never been able to sneak up on Sukuna, his senses were too sharp, but it didn’t stop you from trying. You managed to be a foot away from his body when his hand shot out from behind to drag you close to the side of his body and you chuckled. He spun you around so that you would sit on the vinyl chair and you swung your feet above the floor. 

“No kiss?” You pouted. “I guess today wasn’t a good day.”

“How needy,” he shook his head. Sukuna’s large hand cupped your chin to tilt your head up. His tongue swiped over your mouth before sliding inside, and his lips moved against yours until you were clutching the front of his t-shirt, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen. He moved down to your jaw and neck and you gasped. 

“We should stop before Choso accuses us for fucking in here… again.” 

“Let him complain,” Sukuna said. His hand went under your shirt, tickling you until goosebumps riddled your skin. His hand covered your breast and you moaned louder than you meant to even with your lips pressed tightly together. You tugged at the short hair at Sukuna’s nape, not sure if you wanted to push him away or urge him on. 

“Okay, okay let’s slow down,” you breathed out. You baited Sukuna in despite knowing his high sex drive, and you didn’t know how much restraint either of you had left. It was hypocritical of you to say given that he stood between your legs that were wrapped around his waist. “I promise we will continue this later. You just cleaned up this place,” you laughed. Sukuna removed his face from your neck and stared at you with heady eyes. It made your stomach flip over but you shook the thought of continuing out of your head. “I promise, you can do whatever you want when we’re at home.”

“Whatever I want?” He said with a raised brow. 

You bit your lip mischievously. “Sure, why not? You know, I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo myself, but I don’t think I want one in a place where everyone can see. The quicker we get out of here, the quicker you can tell me the best place for your eyes only.”

Sukuna didn’t want to wait any longer. You were nothing but a tease and he would play along. There wasn’t a part of your body that he doesn’t know extensively, and he planned on marking the most private parts with his tongue and teeth before the needles. He threw your squealing body over his shoulder, grabbing your purse with his other hand and made his way to the front of the parlor. 

“Put me down!”

“I hope you guys didn’t do anything in there even if you cleaned up,” Choso scowled when he saw the two of you. 

“She never lets me do anything but my patience is running thin,” Sukuna rolled his eyes to Choso. 

“He’s joking, Cho. I wouldn’t dirty up your studio like that,” you mumbled, still over Sukuna’s shoulder. You shimmied out of his hold and Sukuna was quick to steady you on the descent down. Once you were on your own two feet again you hooked your hand in the crook Sukuna’s arm. 

“Good. At least one of you has manners.”

“I try for the both of us,” you wave on your way out of the building. Sukuna catches the keys that you throw in your direction with ease, and you sit comfortably in the passenger seat while he takes you home. Somehow you managed to get all the paperwork needed for Sukuna, or more accurately, Uraume did all the heavy lifting, and he was now a full fledged member of society. Getting him to work with Choso was a happy accident. Sukuna admitted to you that he did his tattoos himself, and it made the gears turn in your head. Choso didn’t ask any invasive questions, and was glad to have extra help. Choso told you that Sukuna was popular with the ladies even with his bluntness and clear rejection. The thought of it made you smile. Try all they might, other women didn’t stand a chance with the dark magic and centuries of affection between you and Sukuna. 

“Remember when you tried to kill the mailman?” You pointed at the delivery truck that was stopped at the same red light in front of you. Sukuna smirked, fond of the memory as well.

“I protected you, did I not?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. Everybody’s terrified to leave a package on the front door now.”

“A job well done then.”

“I guess so,” you giggled. You gazed out the window and sighed at the setting sky. “It’s starting to get dark early. The sky is already pink like your hair.” You had said it so softly Sukuna wasn’t sure if you had meant for him to hear it. Your face was completely turned from him but you traced your fingers down the veins of his right hand in your lap. It amazed Sukuna how you echoed yourself from years ago. You were the only person who ever saw beauty in him or compared him to the mundane. Many people said his name as a curse, he preferred it that way, yet you said it like it freely, often with a smile tugging your lips. 

“Choso informed me that he will be going on vacation soon,” Sukuna said, tasting the new word in his mouth. “Should we travel soon ourselves? Do you still enjoy the ocean?”

You whipped your head around and your eyes lit up at his question. “I love the beach.”

“Then we will go,” he nodded. “I will take care of it.”

“Music to my ears. Just let me know when I have to take off work.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek. The action made the tips of his ears flame despite the fact that he has and will do raunchier acts to you. A very long horn interrupted your lovestruck staring contest to remind you that you’re holding up traffic at a greenlight. Sukuna glared at the driver behind who promptly stopped their honking and you snorted. Sukuna’s hand remained in your lap until you returned home.

“Hey honey,” you sang to Cleo who purred against your feet as soon as you opened the front door. “It looks like I left my music playing by accident. At least you weren’t bored.” 

You picked up her and spun her around to the beat of the song. It ended with a flourish, and so did her patience to be carried. Cleo hopped out of your arms and disappeared behind the couch. A new song with a melancholic melody started and your eyes brightened in Sukuna’s direction. You held your hand out for him to take.

“Dance with me?”

You positioned his hand on the small of your waist then clasped the other one tightly. You were expecting awkward shuffling to ensue, but Sukuna led the dance far better than you imagined, guiding you around the open space of your living room with ease. 

“My baby, my baby. You’re my baby, say it to me,” you hummed along.”I usually only sing that part to Cleo but you bumped her out of her spot.” 

“The cat will be fine,” Sukuna grinned. Never would he have thought that being called someone’s baby would give him such joy. Cleo would have to understand. “You like this singer. We should have her perform here.”

You paused your swaying to give him an incredulous look. “Here? In the living room?”

He stared at you like it was a normal luxury to spend money on. Times like these reminded you that Sukuna hasn’t been a constant fixture in your life as much as it felt like it. Even with all the catching up he has done, tiny, humorous remarks always fell through the cracks. 

“I don’t think she does house calls… but we can go to her concert. We’ll put it on the list of all the things you have to experience.” 

A new mark on Sukuna’s finger caught your attention. You turned his hand over to get a better look, and your breath caught once you saw that he had tattooed your initials on his ring finger. It was peeking out from beneath the silver wedding band that you two had bought a year prior, in the same sharp style that matched everything else on his body. 

“Well now you have to tattoo me!”

A wicked grin cracked Sukuna’s face. He laid you down on the couch, nudging your legs open with his knee. You rested on your elbows as you watched him rub his hands up your thighs. There was hunger mixed with admiration in his eyes. You tugged the belt loop on his pants so that he would fall right on top of your face. You rubbed your nose on his cheek before he leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“Let me find the perfect place to mark you as mine.”

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