Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

001. Ear Cleaning

Sukuna walked through the hollow corridors, illuminated by the dark sun that ruled among the kingdoms. His long, heavy footsteps made the marble floor rumble under his weight. His sharp profile, tattooed shoulders and large body, contrasted by the reddish sky of the cursed land, terrified any small human who encountered him on the way. A king who could control anything thanks to the terror that his gigantic size and absolute power conveyed. 

He had the power on his hands to kill whatever and whenever he wanted like an omnipotent god, but enjoyed watching his rats run around to obey his mercy. It amused him to play with his servants to the point of making them cry, tremble or, in extreme cases, commit suicide. He had plenty of servants, so he could afford to kill as many as he wanted. The poor uniformed humans shivered if his dark eyes rested on them. They all tried to avoid him at all costs to avoid performing tasks that involved being near him, especially cleaning his ears.

Being a monster with senses sharpened to the max, he hated having his ears touched, but it was necessary for him to clean them to have his five senses ready for any battle. He is not ticklish, but his ears are the most sensitive part of his entire body. He could clean his own ears himself, but what kind of almighty, powerful king would clean his own ears when others could do it?

His eyes navigated through the long and endless corridors of the terrifying castle where he lived with all his subjects. The king's home was a place where darkness, cold, and uncertainty dominated the atmosphere. Even though it was surrounded by luxuries, it felt more like a secret attic than a castle fit for a king. Opaque silver chandeliers, red candles parading on the walls and furniture upholstered with exotic fabrics from around the world decorated each room that was commonly surrounded by portraits made by hundreds of artists who feared for their lives.

His predatory eyes sought out the first unfortunate servant that crossed his path. The bristles of a broom scrubbing the floor caught his attention. Sukuna spotted a small figure sweeping one of the many guest rooms. There you were, humming softly a song from your childhood as the broom danced from side to side. You were so focused on your task that you didn't notice the king standing dangerously close to you. As you turned around, you suddenly bumped into his imposing body, giving you a mini heart attack. Dressed in elegant robes, gold rings on each finger and with a wicked grin on his face, he was looking at you as if you were a despicable creature he could get rid of in the blink of an eye.

You were the youngest and most inexperienced servant in the entire castle. You had not been living there for more than two months, so your direct interactions with the king had been few. Sukuna examined you from head to toes. He remembered you perfectly from the day he met you. Your neatly combed pigtails with two white bows showed off your innocence, the apron accentuated your small waist and the long brown skirt covered your promising legs. He accepted it, you were cute. Other than that, you were a disgusting human like everyone else, but there was something about you that caught his attention. Sukuna didn't know exactly what it was that you had. For the time being, he would continue to treat you as you deserved for being a nasty rat. Immediately, you knelt before your majesty. Your head rested in your hands against the freshly swept floor, your fingers barely touching his feet because of the closeness.

"Are you having fun?" Sukuna asked, sarcastic.

"No, my king," you answered quickly, avoiding making eye contact.

Sukuna placed one of his bare feet on your back. The oppressive weight crushed you against the cold floor. You prayed inwardly that your bones wouldn't start to creak. You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes tightly to avoid letting out a moan of pain. Having satisfied his need to show the new maid who her master is, he removed his foot from your agonizing back. You took a deep breath to refill your lungs with air.