𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓜𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

You don’t believe in angels.

You especially don’t believe in him.

He perches in the shadows of your bedroom, flesh dipped in the ghost-light of neon signs leaking through your window, wings unfurled like a grotesque, celestial predator poised to strike.

Not white, not golden, but black—drenched in something viscous and divine, each feather lined with serrated edges meant for ripping and tearing. His halo is no sacred ring, but a jagged crown of thorns, and his smile is sharp with cruelty, glinting with some cosmic amusement that makes you feel sick.

“Sukuna.” His name tastes like rust on your tongue.

He chuckles. “You say my name like it’s a prayer.”

It isn’t. It never is.

Your “guardian angel” has always been anything but holy.

He wasn’t there to protect you. He was there to own you. To claim you before the thing that lurked in your periphery did—before the endless hands of Gojo Satoru, the thing you knew was no man, reached into your world and swallowed you whole.

And now he is here, standing at the edge of your bed, his presence a suffocating pressure in the air. Your body tenses under his gaze, every instinct screaming at you to run, to flee, to pray—not that it would help.

Sukuna doesn’t answer prayers.

He takes.

“Poor little thing,” he murmurs, tilting his head, mocking your fear, your trembling. “I bet you don’t even know why he wants you so badly. Why you smell like something forbidden.”

Your stomach twists.

“I don’t care.”

He laughs—a cruel, thunderous sound that makes the air vibrate. “Oh, but you should. That’s why I’m here, after all.” His clawed fingers graze your cheek, a mockery of tenderness, before gripping your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his. “To protect you.”

Your breath hitches.

His lips brush against yours, a ghosting touch, teasing, before he yanks you forward—into him, against him, until there is nothing but heat and flesh and the consuming scent of ozone and blood. His wings encase you in darkness, in suffocating, overwhelming dominance.

And then he’s pushing you down, forcing you into the sheets as he straddles you, his weight unbearable, inescapable. His hands roam, his claws trail fire down your thighs, parting them with a lazy, knowing ease. His grin is nothing short of sadistic as he drinks in your horror, your helplessness.

“You should thank me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear, his voice all cruel mirth. “If I weren’t here, you’d already belong to him.”

He pins you down with his body, with his strength, with his unbearable presence. His fingers dig into your skin, forcing pleasure and pain in equal measure, twisting your body to his liking.

“Lucky, lucky girl.”

You are anything but.

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