aiysan2

[aiysan2]

'Tell me Something Dirty' Shoji x reader p2

size kink, p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting. Let me know if I missed anything

full fic on Wattpad

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3.4k

It was nerve-racking almost like you were losing your virginity again. You knew he would be gentle with you, he always was, but that was the problem, and it was always overwhelming.

He held you by your thighs as he walked you to your bed, mouth refusing to leave yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, legs locking around his waist as he fell on top of you, gripping the sheets by your head to stabalize himself as he continued making love to your mouth.

The kiss was lustful, fuelled by the sin itself, insatiable and strong. It filled your head deluding itself with years of longing and want that threatened to spill out with every graze of his tongue against yours.

You held yourself against him firmly, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him deeper to create a more perverse atmosphere as saliva left the corners of your mouths. Your need was spiking, heavy pants and grunts left Mezo, exciting your pussy and forcing it to quiver with want.

You pressed yourself against his mass eagerly, shuddering at the reminder that something so big was going to be inside you that night. It was sure to stretch you and ruin you for anyone else. You were sure you'd be able to feel every kick and pulse as it bullied its way into your gummy walls, and the thought excited you.

You rub against him, your dress hiked up to your hips while the thin fabric of your panties rubbed against his muddy trousers, disregarding the dirt in an attempt to get off.

He left your lips giving you a soft peck on your nose, then your forehead an action seen as too intimate for fuck buddies but could easily be overlooked as an act of kindness. You wiped your shared saliva with the back of your hand, mouth hanging open to catch your breathe and voice out your approval of the harsh nips that he was leaving on your neck and collar.

It was so alluring, unorthodox having his amorous mouth on you without having your senses dulled by a blindfold. You didn't realise how hot you'd feel having his maskless face staring at you, lovingly objectified you. It felt taboo, your eyes burning with every glance, begging to look away so you wouldn't have the buring compulsion to let him ravish you and conquer you anyway he saw fit.

You watched and felt his hands lift your dress higher, pulling it above your breasts and eyeing them with pink cheeks.

"No bra?"

" knew I wouldn't need one,"

He chuckled, a light and airy one that had your heart and pussy fluttering in adoration.

You were so fucked.

He let his tongue hang out of his mouth, and you became flustered, that warm erotic feeling filling the bottom of your stomach.

Your lips pressed together tightly, feeling his hot breath on your nipple before his broad wet tongue circled it. Your fingers tangled into the sheets below, sensitivity peaking through your body as you squirmed, his large hand groping your unattended tit. He suckled and nibbled, your pussy quivering, you feared you'd cum just from this his hot mouth suckling your breasts while his wet tongue flicked the sensitive peak of your nipple.

"Mezo, quit playing around." You whined squirming as he switched breasts, fingers pinching the wet and erect bud causing a gasp from you.

He laughed, his free hand going to your hips, slowly removing your panties from your ass and cunt, by 'gently' ripping it away.

" Hey! Those are designer, Edna Mode made it for me personally."

" Since when did Mode make lingerie?" He asked lifting his head from your chest to watch your face properly as he played with your reddened perky buds, pinching, pulling and groping with a smile on his face resembling a child who had just got candy.

" I asked her to,"

" You're so spoiled." He teases, hands leaving your breasts as he slowly works his way to your glistening pussy.

" I'm not," you retort, spreading your legs for him as his broad shoulders push them higher. He faces your cunt and audibly groans. Your pussy was so ready for him, practically weeping for his attention, your clit twitching and begging for his mouth, while your cunt pulsed and craved his hot thick cock.

"Even your pussy knows how spoiled you are," he tells you, his index and middle spreading your lips to get a better look at your twitching cunt, he cursed under his breath, his thumb collecting your arousal and spreading it onto your clit. " It already knows no matter how bratty you act, I'll always be there to touch her."

"You're so gross its not a person -ahh," you gasped, his tongue licking a long stripe from your pussy to your clit.

His mouth greedily makes out with your cunt, savouring the taste and tasting it while it cried. He seemed to be enjoying your eyes on him, sharing your look of temptation while he flicked your clit with his tongue.

Your grasped his locs, fingers tangling between them to hold him against you in a way that would have you keening. Your hips ground against him. His amorous mouth explored your folds with Vim.

His strong arms wrapped around your twitching legs, holding then apart to fit his head between then so he could carry on licking your sweet cunt. His hips jutted against your bed fucking himself on it getting off to your taste and the way you shivered under his tongue.

He felt inclined to touch you more, a part of him always loved to give, even when it came to sex, he loved to watch, observing every response. His cock chubbed whenever you cried and begged for him, his ego inflating knowing that he was the only person who could make you feel so hot and plead to touch him too.

His middle finger slowly slotted into you, being suckled in by your contracting walls, nearing a finishing with every flick of his tongue in your little clit.

He works you open, thick digits pressing against your spot, trying their best to stretch you out to take his cock. His eyes remained on your quivering cunt, it's making a mess all over him. Usually he would make it known, taunt you for being so wet after a bit of fingering. But he remembered all those times you covered up your nervousness surrounding his size with a joke, and decided not to ruin the mood that you were so desperately trying to create.

He wasn't funny like you, he couldn't make you relax with a few words and make you open up for him with ease, he needed to fuck you with his fingers before fucking you dumb on his cock, not that he minded. He loved the sweet taste of your cunt on his tongue and the spongy texture sucking in his fingers, helping him imagine how good you'd feel on his cock later. The appendage jumped at the thought, his hips humping your bed to get off on the feeling of your gummy walls as he pushed a third finger in.

He praised you when he saw your body tense, reminding you why you had to do this in the first place, what you were trying to achieve by having his fingers squelch inside you.

You pinched your brows together, hands fishing your bed sheets as you tried not to overthink and relax your body. You reminded yourself that if you couldn't take his fingers you'd be stupid for thinking you could take his cock.

" Mezo, fuck- I think I'm gonna cum," You whined, reeling your hips to follow the flow of his fingers, eager to get that finishing that you were so desperate for.

Shoji let you cum, he found himself doing a lot of things he wouldn't usually allow himself to do. Like letting you cum in his fingers instead of his dick, and allowing your hands to scratch at his scalp to push his head into your pussy.

You slumped onto your bed, gathering your breath while Shoji maneuvered off you, discarding all his clothes on the floor and sluttily displaying the curves of his muscles.

You sat up slowly, pulling your dress over your head and smiling at him dreamily. Your heart racing as your mind caught up with what the two of you were about to do.

You watched as his gaze landed back on you. Watching your pussy flutter from your prior orgasm. You held onto the sheets tightly your heart pounding heavily in your chest as he climbed up the bed towards you, his heavy dick resting on your stomach.

Your fingers gently combed through his hair, glancing at his lips to convey your want for a kiss. Your lips interlocked, your hands gripping his hair and the nape of his neck, while he gripped the sheets above your head.

His broad body spread you wider. You held him closer, pulling him towards you as your tongue pushed into his mouth. It was messy, your want and excitement pushing your actions. Those feelings swirled in your head, your body craving him in ways you didn't believe you could.

The kiss was wet and sloppy, making a mess of the two of you in the process.  You could feel him, it, twitching on you. Your mind swirled with the thought of him stretching you, you were sure your poor pussy would never be satisfied by another man again and it would constantly crave to be filled by him after being moulded just for him.

" Mezo," you panted, breaking the hot kiss, biting your lip when you noticed how eager he was. One would think he'd been waiting years to have you in this position. You didn't think he could look this needy. Needy wasn't the right word. He looked more obsessed. 

" fuck," you whispered, avoiding his gaze as your cheeks flushed, you heart pounded not understanding how, someone could look at you like that.

"What?" He asked, voice low as he leared at your neck annoyed you stopped kissing him in the first place, not when he had you under him and so pliant for him, ready to take whatever he would give you. It was torturous having to control his urges, to stop himself from touching your skin all over, to test how reactive you were to his touches.

Your fingers brushed behind his ears, cupping his jaw and pulling him from your marked collar so he could look at you properly.

" lube, I've got lube," you mentioned despite how unsexy it was for you to scramble from underneath him to get the bottle from your drawers.

He sighs but remembers he has to be practical when it comes to these things, though he thought with the way your cunt was drooling all over your sheets you'd be wet enough.

He sits up, watching you throw it onto the bed and climb back on top of him. Your lips are back on his once again, his hot hands running down the sides of your body, fondling you in a way you could only describe as perverted.

You sat up, leaning over and squirting the bottle onto your hand. You spread the cold substance on Shoji's untouched mass, it twitching in your grasp.

" I wanna be on top," you mention, sliding your body down his till your ass met his erection. You hovered, your pussy buzzing with anticipation as you let his mass meet your pussy. You tried to push his thick tip in but it just couldn't get past that first ring of resistance. You huffed out of anger trying harder to feel him stretch you but you got no results.

" you good?" Mezo asked, resisting the urge to hold your hips and roughly pull you down on him like a flashlight. He panted, feeling your wet hole tease his tip for the 7 time.

" I've almost got it," you try to convince yourself, face red with frustration as you desperately try to feel him in you.

Shoji would say he's a patient guy. He'd say he was a gentleman through and through. He was always doting, always waiting, always ready to give pleasure. However, when he had waited years to have you like this, and to feel your wet cunt around him, he couldn't sit counting down the seconds for you to fit him.

His hands pulled on your waist, pulling you off him and rolling himself over so he was on top of you.

" What the fuck Mezo-"

"Biiiiiig stretch~" He hummed, pushing his thickness into you. You both groan, you nails pressing into his shoulders, breaking skin as your head whirled with the feeling of him inside you. You looked down checking where the two of you were connected, his cock buldging through your pelvis.

You could feel all of him, his dick pulsing within you as your walls fluttered, the way he stuffed you completely, it made you dizzy with pleasure.

" You're all up in my guts," you sigh, speaking your mind as your whole body stands on edge. Of course you expected to feel stuffed, what you didn't expect was how welcoming your body was to the burn, embracing it as your body went hot all over, goosebumps threading though your skin as your pussy fluttered around him.

" you've made a mess all over my cock," Shoji muttered more to himself than to you, it seemed like you hasn't noticed you'd squirted. Your body thinking it was just the affects of having such a thick appendage inside of you.

Shoji's eyes rolled, willing himself to keep still so he doesn't hurt you. He tried to ignore the tight warm wetness your pussy pleasured him with, trying his absolute best to forget this feeling was so much better than what he had been imagining for so long.

" oh fuck," you hissed, wide eyes peering at your pussy, to see that you had infact cum around him and wetness on his pelvis. You still felt so hot, your mind telling you how much better this would get when he starts fucking into you. Shoji always knew how to make you cum quickly without his cock, and he had proved he could make you finish even faster with it.

" Please fuck me," you beg, hands trailing down his muscular arms like you were trying to seduce him into taking you. You didn't have to go through the trouble, your shocked expression, mixed with the pout on your parted lips, the rise and fall of your breasts as you panted and the constant pressure of your cunt was enough to make him listen to your bidding.

He slowly moved his hips, your pussy making sinful sloshing noises as he retracted. His grip stayed fisting the pillows by your head as he kept from rutting into you like an incel.

He drew out a long groan, his strokes deep and filling, your whole body reacting to his electrifying touch.

"How'd you feel?" He asked, as if he couldn't see the way your eyes rolled back and body shake beneath him, as if he couldn't feel your nails clawing his back and hear the restless moans leaving your lips.

" I-I mhm..." You couldn't speak disoriented by his amorous dick game.

" hmm I didn't catch what you were saying," he teased, one of his hands snaking between you two to rub circles on your clit.

You took a deep breath no matter how hard it seemed to be, his body knocking the air out of you.

" Harder please" you begged, wanting him to be rougher with you, imagining how it'd feel to be split in two by his fat cock.

" Harder? When your little pussy can't even handle me being gentle?" He teases, his mouth resting by your ear as he gently tugged it with his teeth. You nod, your head bobbing frantically your face almost deranged.

His hips pistoned into your cunt, obliging you with your request. You scrunched up your face, holding onto him tightly as you felt yourself getting closer. You pressed your lips together holding in the loud mewl that threatened to leave your mouth. You were already so embarrassed by the way your cunt drooled around Shoji making obscene sounds around him. Imagine how you'd crease if he heard the utterly pathetic whines bubbling in your throat.

Forget that. Imagine your eldest sister banging and yelling at your door because you ran away from her most important event of the year with some boy. Unfortunately you were too far gone to care, your brain only focused on how good Mezo's cock fit inside your gummy pussy.

You held his face when he tried to gaze at your room door, keeping his eyes on you as you head bobbed as you felt your body heat up, just a little more and you'd finish.

" ...mezo, I'm so close," you whined, tears pricking at your eyes, " she won't come in promise," your eyes wide once again as your legs locked him inside you as if you were drunk off his dick.

Your sister had gone since, only banging on your door to let you know she was back, her yelling just her grumbling to herself, Shoji was grateful, with the shock of your sister being home gone, he could concentrate on your building release.

Oh, his own to.

" fuck Mezo I'm gonna cum on your cock!" You gasped, you breaking blood with the way your nails dragged across his skin. You had never felt this good before. Heat spread from your fingertips to your breasts and clit, littering goosebumps in its wake pleasurable energy coursing through you and stopping at your core. His name left your tongue in a pitchy chant, eyes rolling back while your toes curled and body siezed. Your gummy cunt choked his dick, milking him for everything he had, setting of his own orgasm.

His hands gripped whatever they could, your waist your hips and your hair succumbing to the bruising hold of Shoji. His head dips into your neck, teeth biting and sucking the skin held there.

You feel him twitching in you, lips parting to beg him to finish inside you because where else would he.

You both cum together. Mezo slipping his softening cock out of you and rolling over to lay next to you. You hum, pure bliss on your face while your legs twitch and shake after experiencing relief and viewing nirvana.

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder as you stared and smiled at him. You must've looked stupid with the way your heart hammered in your chest and face flushed with the glow of sex.

" I think we should date," you say as he silently stares back at you with equally red cheeks.

Sometimes, he hated the way you think. You just don't. Shoji had been fine before as a rebound, helping you out with your 'problem'. But this, you unknowingly playing with his heartstrings just because he's good in bed, stringing him along until you find the one your heart really craved.

"Let's take it slow," he tells you, he starts doing maths in his head, a sudden fog in his head as he tries to figure out when you'd shown signs of liking him more than just this arrangement.

"How slow can we take it if we're already having sex?" You let out a dry chuckle, not letting his rejection deter you. You had literally taken him to the shrine of your deceased parents, something you would do so rarely, yet he was dismissing your feelings so easily. It's a good thing you're such a master at being nonchalant even with the phantom stretch of his cock.

"I mean, we shouldn't put a label on things yet. Neither of us are ready for this sort of commitment." He reasons.

He probably wasn't even your type. You always hung out with louder people, people like Kaminari, Kirishima, or Inasa. Even though he had taken off his mask and been vulnerable with you, a separate part of him believed you just weren't into hetromorphs.

"Whatever," you answer, always being very good at hiding what you were feeling.

You sleep off leaving this conversation for the future, the fatigue from such a mind-numbing orgasm taking over your body.

[aiysan2]

'Tell me Something Dirty' Shoji x reader p2

size kink, p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting. Let me know if I missed anything

full fic on Wattpad

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

3.4k

It was nerve-racking almost like you were losing your virginity again. You knew he would be gentle with you, he always was, but that was the problem, and it was always overwhelming.

He held you by your thighs as he walked you to your bed, mouth refusing to leave yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, legs locking around his waist as he fell on top of you, gripping the sheets by your head to stabalize himself as he continued making love to your mouth.

The kiss was lustful, fuelled by the sin itself, insatiable and strong. It filled your head deluding itself with years of longing and want that threatened to spill out with every graze of his tongue against yours.

You held yourself against him firmly, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him deeper to create a more perverse atmosphere as saliva left the corners of your mouths. Your need was spiking, heavy pants and grunts left Mezo, exciting your pussy and forcing it to quiver with want.

You pressed yourself against his mass eagerly, shuddering at the reminder that something so big was going to be inside you that night. It was sure to stretch you and ruin you for anyone else. You were sure you'd be able to feel every kick and pulse as it bullied its way into your gummy walls, and the thought excited you.

You rub against him, your dress hiked up to your hips while the thin fabric of your panties rubbed against his muddy trousers, disregarding the dirt in an attempt to get off.

He left your lips giving you a soft peck on your nose, then your forehead an action seen as too intimate for fuck buddies but could easily be overlooked as an act of kindness. You wiped your shared saliva with the back of your hand, mouth hanging open to catch your breathe and voice out your approval of the harsh nips that he was leaving on your neck and collar.

It was so alluring, unorthodox having his amorous mouth on you without having your senses dulled by a blindfold. You didn't realise how hot you'd feel having his maskless face staring at you, lovingly objectified you. It felt taboo, your eyes burning with every glance, begging to look away so you wouldn't have the buring compulsion to let him ravish you and conquer you anyway he saw fit.

You watched and felt his hands lift your dress higher, pulling it above your breasts and eyeing them with pink cheeks.

"No bra?"

" knew I wouldn't need one,"

He chuckled, a light and airy one that had your heart and pussy fluttering in adoration.

You were so fucked.

He let his tongue hang out of his mouth, and you became flustered, that warm erotic feeling filling the bottom of your stomach.

Your lips pressed together tightly, feeling his hot breath on your nipple before his broad wet tongue circled it. Your fingers tangled into the sheets below, sensitivity peaking through your body as you squirmed, his large hand groping your unattended tit. He suckled and nibbled, your pussy quivering, you feared you'd cum just from this his hot mouth suckling your breasts while his wet tongue flicked the sensitive peak of your nipple.

"Mezo, quit playing around." You whined squirming as he switched breasts, fingers pinching the wet and erect bud causing a gasp from you.

He laughed, his free hand going to your hips, slowly removing your panties from your ass and cunt, by 'gently' ripping it away.

" Hey! Those are designer, Edna Mode made it for me personally."

" Since when did Mode make lingerie?" He asked lifting his head from your chest to watch your face properly as he played with your reddened perky buds, pinching, pulling and groping with a smile on his face resembling a child who had just got candy.

" I asked her to,"

" You're so spoiled." He teases, hands leaving your breasts as he slowly works his way to your glistening pussy.

" I'm not," you retort, spreading your legs for him as his broad shoulders push them higher. He faces your cunt and audibly groans. Your pussy was so ready for him, practically weeping for his attention, your clit twitching and begging for his mouth, while your cunt pulsed and craved his hot thick cock.

"Even your pussy knows how spoiled you are," he tells you, his index and middle spreading your lips to get a better look at your twitching cunt, he cursed under his breath, his thumb collecting your arousal and spreading it onto your clit. " It already knows no matter how bratty you act, I'll always be there to touch her."

"You're so gross its not a person -ahh," you gasped, his tongue licking a long stripe from your pussy to your clit.

His mouth greedily makes out with your cunt, savouring the taste and tasting it while it cried. He seemed to be enjoying your eyes on him, sharing your look of temptation while he flicked your clit with his tongue.

Your grasped his locs, fingers tangling between them to hold him against you in a way that would have you keening. Your hips ground against him. His amorous mouth explored your folds with Vim.

His strong arms wrapped around your twitching legs, holding then apart to fit his head between then so he could carry on licking your sweet cunt. His hips jutted against your bed fucking himself on it getting off to your taste and the way you shivered under his tongue.

He felt inclined to touch you more, a part of him always loved to give, even when it came to sex, he loved to watch, observing every response. His cock chubbed whenever you cried and begged for him, his ego inflating knowing that he was the only person who could make you feel so hot and plead to touch him too.

His middle finger slowly slotted into you, being suckled in by your contracting walls, nearing a finishing with every flick of his tongue in your little clit.

He works you open, thick digits pressing against your spot, trying their best to stretch you out to take his cock. His eyes remained on your quivering cunt, it's making a mess all over him. Usually he would make it known, taunt you for being so wet after a bit of fingering. But he remembered all those times you covered up your nervousness surrounding his size with a joke, and decided not to ruin the mood that you were so desperately trying to create.

He wasn't funny like you, he couldn't make you relax with a few words and make you open up for him with ease, he needed to fuck you with his fingers before fucking you dumb on his cock, not that he minded. He loved the sweet taste of your cunt on his tongue and the spongy texture sucking in his fingers, helping him imagine how good you'd feel on his cock later. The appendage jumped at the thought, his hips humping your bed to get off on the feeling of your gummy walls as he pushed a third finger in.

He praised you when he saw your body tense, reminding you why you had to do this in the first place, what you were trying to achieve by having his fingers squelch inside you.

You pinched your brows together, hands fishing your bed sheets as you tried not to overthink and relax your body. You reminded yourself that if you couldn't take his fingers you'd be stupid for thinking you could take his cock.

" Mezo, fuck- I think I'm gonna cum," You whined, reeling your hips to follow the flow of his fingers, eager to get that finishing that you were so desperate for.

Shoji let you cum, he found himself doing a lot of things he wouldn't usually allow himself to do. Like letting you cum in his fingers instead of his dick, and allowing your hands to scratch at his scalp to push his head into your pussy.

You slumped onto your bed, gathering your breath while Shoji maneuvered off you, discarding all his clothes on the floor and sluttily displaying the curves of his muscles.

You sat up slowly, pulling your dress over your head and smiling at him dreamily. Your heart racing as your mind caught up with what the two of you were about to do.

You watched as his gaze landed back on you. Watching your pussy flutter from your prior orgasm. You held onto the sheets tightly your heart pounding heavily in your chest as he climbed up the bed towards you, his heavy dick resting on your stomach.

Your fingers gently combed through his hair, glancing at his lips to convey your want for a kiss. Your lips interlocked, your hands gripping his hair and the nape of his neck, while he gripped the sheets above your head.

His broad body spread you wider. You held him closer, pulling him towards you as your tongue pushed into his mouth. It was messy, your want and excitement pushing your actions. Those feelings swirled in your head, your body craving him in ways you didn't believe you could.

The kiss was wet and sloppy, making a mess of the two of you in the process.  You could feel him, it, twitching on you. Your mind swirled with the thought of him stretching you, you were sure your poor pussy would never be satisfied by another man again and it would constantly crave to be filled by him after being moulded just for him.

" Mezo," you panted, breaking the hot kiss, biting your lip when you noticed how eager he was. One would think he'd been waiting years to have you in this position. You didn't think he could look this needy. Needy wasn't the right word. He looked more obsessed. 

" fuck," you whispered, avoiding his gaze as your cheeks flushed, you heart pounded not understanding how, someone could look at you like that.

"What?" He asked, voice low as he leared at your neck annoyed you stopped kissing him in the first place, not when he had you under him and so pliant for him, ready to take whatever he would give you. It was torturous having to control his urges, to stop himself from touching your skin all over, to test how reactive you were to his touches.

Your fingers brushed behind his ears, cupping his jaw and pulling him from your marked collar so he could look at you properly.

" lube, I've got lube," you mentioned despite how unsexy it was for you to scramble from underneath him to get the bottle from your drawers.

He sighs but remembers he has to be practical when it comes to these things, though he thought with the way your cunt was drooling all over your sheets you'd be wet enough.

He sits up, watching you throw it onto the bed and climb back on top of him. Your lips are back on his once again, his hot hands running down the sides of your body, fondling you in a way you could only describe as perverted.

You sat up, leaning over and squirting the bottle onto your hand. You spread the cold substance on Shoji's untouched mass, it twitching in your grasp.

" I wanna be on top," you mention, sliding your body down his till your ass met his erection. You hovered, your pussy buzzing with anticipation as you let his mass meet your pussy. You tried to push his thick tip in but it just couldn't get past that first ring of resistance. You huffed out of anger trying harder to feel him stretch you but you got no results.

" you good?" Mezo asked, resisting the urge to hold your hips and roughly pull you down on him like a flashlight. He panted, feeling your wet hole tease his tip for the 7 time.

" I've almost got it," you try to convince yourself, face red with frustration as you desperately try to feel him in you.

Shoji would say he's a patient guy. He'd say he was a gentleman through and through. He was always doting, always waiting, always ready to give pleasure. However, when he had waited years to have you like this, and to feel your wet cunt around him, he couldn't sit counting down the seconds for you to fit him.

His hands pulled on your waist, pulling you off him and rolling himself over so he was on top of you.

" What the fuck Mezo-"

"Biiiiiig stretch~" He hummed, pushing his thickness into you. You both groan, you nails pressing into his shoulders, breaking skin as your head whirled with the feeling of him inside you. You looked down checking where the two of you were connected, his cock buldging through your pelvis.

You could feel all of him, his dick pulsing within you as your walls fluttered, the way he stuffed you completely, it made you dizzy with pleasure.

" You're all up in my guts," you sigh, speaking your mind as your whole body stands on edge. Of course you expected to feel stuffed, what you didn't expect was how welcoming your body was to the burn, embracing it as your body went hot all over, goosebumps threading though your skin as your pussy fluttered around him.

" you've made a mess all over my cock," Shoji muttered more to himself than to you, it seemed like you hasn't noticed you'd squirted. Your body thinking it was just the affects of having such a thick appendage inside of you.

Shoji's eyes rolled, willing himself to keep still so he doesn't hurt you. He tried to ignore the tight warm wetness your pussy pleasured him with, trying his absolute best to forget this feeling was so much better than what he had been imagining for so long.

" oh fuck," you hissed, wide eyes peering at your pussy, to see that you had infact cum around him and wetness on his pelvis. You still felt so hot, your mind telling you how much better this would get when he starts fucking into you. Shoji always knew how to make you cum quickly without his cock, and he had proved he could make you finish even faster with it.

" Please fuck me," you beg, hands trailing down his muscular arms like you were trying to seduce him into taking you. You didn't have to go through the trouble, your shocked expression, mixed with the pout on your parted lips, the rise and fall of your breasts as you panted and the constant pressure of your cunt was enough to make him listen to your bidding.

He slowly moved his hips, your pussy making sinful sloshing noises as he retracted. His grip stayed fisting the pillows by your head as he kept from rutting into you like an incel.

He drew out a long groan, his strokes deep and filling, your whole body reacting to his electrifying touch.

"How'd you feel?" He asked, as if he couldn't see the way your eyes rolled back and body shake beneath him, as if he couldn't feel your nails clawing his back and hear the restless moans leaving your lips.

" I-I mhm..." You couldn't speak disoriented by his amorous dick game.

" hmm I didn't catch what you were saying," he teased, one of his hands snaking between you two to rub circles on your clit.

You took a deep breath no matter how hard it seemed to be, his body knocking the air out of you.

" Harder please" you begged, wanting him to be rougher with you, imagining how it'd feel to be split in two by his fat cock.

" Harder? When your little pussy can't even handle me being gentle?" He teases, his mouth resting by your ear as he gently tugged it with his teeth. You nod, your head bobbing frantically your face almost deranged.

His hips pistoned into your cunt, obliging you with your request. You scrunched up your face, holding onto him tightly as you felt yourself getting closer. You pressed your lips together holding in the loud mewl that threatened to leave your mouth. You were already so embarrassed by the way your cunt drooled around Shoji making obscene sounds around him. Imagine how you'd crease if he heard the utterly pathetic whines bubbling in your throat.

Forget that. Imagine your eldest sister banging and yelling at your door because you ran away from her most important event of the year with some boy. Unfortunately you were too far gone to care, your brain only focused on how good Mezo's cock fit inside your gummy pussy.

You held his face when he tried to gaze at your room door, keeping his eyes on you as you head bobbed as you felt your body heat up, just a little more and you'd finish.

" ...mezo, I'm so close," you whined, tears pricking at your eyes, " she won't come in promise," your eyes wide once again as your legs locked him inside you as if you were drunk off his dick.

Your sister had gone since, only banging on your door to let you know she was back, her yelling just her grumbling to herself, Shoji was grateful, with the shock of your sister being home gone, he could concentrate on your building release.

Oh, his own to.

" fuck Mezo I'm gonna cum on your cock!" You gasped, you breaking blood with the way your nails dragged across his skin. You had never felt this good before. Heat spread from your fingertips to your breasts and clit, littering goosebumps in its wake pleasurable energy coursing through you and stopping at your core. His name left your tongue in a pitchy chant, eyes rolling back while your toes curled and body siezed. Your gummy cunt choked his dick, milking him for everything he had, setting of his own orgasm.

His hands gripped whatever they could, your waist your hips and your hair succumbing to the bruising hold of Shoji. His head dips into your neck, teeth biting and sucking the skin held there.

You feel him twitching in you, lips parting to beg him to finish inside you because where else would he.

You both cum together. Mezo slipping his softening cock out of you and rolling over to lay next to you. You hum, pure bliss on your face while your legs twitch and shake after experiencing relief and viewing nirvana.

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder as you stared and smiled at him. You must've looked stupid with the way your heart hammered in your chest and face flushed with the glow of sex.

" I think we should date," you say as he silently stares back at you with equally red cheeks.

Sometimes, he hated the way you think. You just don't. Shoji had been fine before as a rebound, helping you out with your 'problem'. But this, you unknowingly playing with his heartstrings just because he's good in bed, stringing him along until you find the one your heart really craved.

"Let's take it slow," he tells you, he starts doing maths in his head, a sudden fog in his head as he tries to figure out when you'd shown signs of liking him more than just this arrangement.

"How slow can we take it if we're already having sex?" You let out a dry chuckle, not letting his rejection deter you. You had literally taken him to the shrine of your deceased parents, something you would do so rarely, yet he was dismissing your feelings so easily. It's a good thing you're such a master at being nonchalant even with the phantom stretch of his cock.

"I mean, we shouldn't put a label on things yet. Neither of us are ready for this sort of commitment." He reasons.

He probably wasn't even your type. You always hung out with louder people, people like Kaminari, Kirishima, or Inasa. Even though he had taken off his mask and been vulnerable with you, a separate part of him believed you just weren't into hetromorphs.

"Whatever," you answer, always being very good at hiding what you were feeling.

You sleep off leaving this conversation for the future, the fatigue from such a mind-numbing orgasm taking over your body.

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Epilogue ' Going Under' Dabi x reader

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The decision was well thought out. It was a decision that possessed you as you waited in the afterlife. You couldn't bring yourself to forget the longing that came with waiting for him. You were content but nowhere near happy. 

You would wait for eternity for him, in this endless void meant to bring happiness. You felt at home here. A cabin by the lake, which you would reside in, with your pet. When the sky would become dark with stars poking holes in the black blanket, you would take her into the lake to lay with you and play.

The dark sky was always your favourite, reminding you of your lost love and your secret meet-ups. You were so happy with him around. 

Today, you braved the waters on your own, taking in the silence that you had longed for for years. You lay on your back, floating in the lake silently, thinking of how much longer your wait would be or if it was worthless and your love would stay in hell for eternity.

You promised him you'd see him again and your decision will not be in vain. Your creator even blessed you with the pet you lost on earth, why wouldn't he provide your Touya?

You were always so hopeful.

You jumped when you heard a small splash in the water, spinning yourself around to check that your pet hadn't walked into the water unattended.

"I think you need to come closer for a better look," Touya smirked, stretching his hands out for you. 

He looked different, there wasn't any disfigurement on his face, no body piercings, no scarring and he could walk just fine.

It felt like a miracle.

You stood in one place, gawking at him, trying to figure out if he was even there or if you were having another episode.

"Are you real?" Your voice wavered, your heart knew who your love was, it knew where to find Touya and it knew his heart as well.

"Take a closer look and see, or are you scared of getting your clothes wet?"

You smiled, treading water slowly, chest-thumping as you made your way over to him.

"No, I am in my underwear," You exhaled sharply, trying to laugh but you were overwhelmed with emotion. You stood in front of him, ignoring his spread-out arms and examined his face. Your fingers traced, where his scar tissue and skin used to meet, they traced along his ear where he held multiple piercings, they went down his arm that used to hold rough skin and reached a hand to his palm to feel the bridge between rough and smooth only to find smooth.

"Your skin is much smoother now than before," You held his hand thumbs rubbing the back of his hands as you stared at him, feeling like a hug would send electricity through your body that would kill you again.

"You don't look too bad yourself," He teased, holding your eye contact and smiling.

"You are wearing a jumper?" You asked, thinking if that was the right clothes.

"It's a t-shirt," 

You hummed in response.

You held each other like that, communicating years of words to each other through your stares, hating the fact that at some point you would have to look away, but at least you would be together now. You would become each other's vulnerabilities, each other's commitment, each other's person.

"I'm sorry I'm here early," You mumbled, slowly pulling yourself into a hug when you finally accepted he was here with you.

"It's ok." He whispered in your hair, pressing himself tightly against you, water wading around the two of you.

"I'm sorry I cursed when you left me alone and when you killed the blob," You apologised again, your mind equalizing admitting to him and repenting. "I always dreamt of you, no matter what you'd appear in my dreams. I'm sorry I wanted you alive even though it hurt you, I'm sorry Touya."

Touya leaned forward slightly, pressing his lips against your forehead, rubbing your back as he felt you get emotional.

"None of that stuff matters now." He cooed, swaying you like a child.

"I really missed you." You told him, searching his eyes for the feeling he had given you so many times before, that reassurance, that love and that understanding.

A large smile spread across his face, cheekbones, rising stupidly high as he let tears escape his lashline, he felt no shame in letting himself be vulnerable with you. He held you in such a high regard and knew you wouldn't judge.

"I missed you too."

A stupidly large smile splits your face, a ball of spit being swallowed as you allow yourself to get emotional. Your saviour coming to make you happy, to take you to a better place.

"Do you know about the red string theory?" He asked out of nowhere.

"No, I don't think you told me,"

"It's when a red string ties two people together by their pinkies making their love predestined. The string can't break no matter what because the love between the two is destiny. They're soulmates," He searched your eyes to see if you understood what he was saying.

"I think we are soulmates,"

"Me too," You leaned forward lingering your lips over his, your eyes shut while you waited for him, "I love you." He leaned forward leaving a soft kiss against your lips, leaving as quickly as it began.

" I love you too."

You knew you wouldn't have to waste your time dreaming of him again

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His funeral wasn't something you wanted to pay attention to. Shoto offered many condolences. He didn't seem the type to cry, though he had reassured you a lot. He constantly offered help, always asking if you were ok, trying his best to accommodate you. 

He remembered when Touya died, he didn't feel anything, he felt absolutely nothing at all. He wasn't close to his brother, but he was sure he loved him. So why wasn't he sad? Why did this feel like an everyday loss, and why did he feel relief from the death? 

With the relief came guilt, a guilt he had never felt before. It suffocated him like smoke, choking him and fighting him with every gasp of air he took. The guilt got worse when he heard you scream that night. The bloodcurdling, mournful, anguished scream had him believing you had been attacked, but he felt the stress leave his back when he realised his brother had died instead.

He couldn't help but be there for you. It was the least he could do when you were seconds away from breaking down when left with your thoughts for too long. Fuyumi and his dad were wrecks too, crying in their rooms and having fits of anger. He wondered if he wasn't alone in his apathy but then Natsuo called and cried and vented to him, then his mother's eyes were filled with the same fear that scared him since he was younger, preventing him from even wanting to question her. 

He was fine like this, making up for his relief by tending to his brother's 'girlfriend'. He offered you a drink as your eyes gazed at the tomb that his brother's body lay in. The funeral barely held anyone, the family being the only ones present.

Natsuo didn't even turn up. 

Shoto looked around at his grieving family and only felt guilt. They looked so melancholy, even this stranger was near tears, yet he just stood there staring, wondering when this inconvenience would end. 

He wondered when people from school would stop sending their condolences; when he'd have to stop pretending to be hurt. He wondered why people would call him a liar when he said he was fine, why his sister would always reassure him that everything would be ok and why he lacked so much care for his brother.

Maybe he was wired weird.

"Shoto, you don't have to follow me everywhere." 

He knew you didn't like him, he knew you only liked his sister, and he knew that it had to do with what happened to your home. He knew you were one to forgive. He had gotten that from the arrested cult members, but he also knew what he did to you was unforgivable.

"I'm sorry," He said abruptly, ignoring the flash photography that kept catching the family in their time of intimacy. 

"You didn't kill him, don't apologise." You stated, forcing yourself to eat the sandwiches provided, despite the bile threatening to rise from your throat due to your lack of appetite.

"No, not for this. For what happened with your cult."

"Why are you doing this now?!" It came off so harshly, attacking the boy at a time you thought he was vulnerable, though when you analysed him, he didn't seem hurt at all by what had happened.

He is strange.

"I've been thinking about it a lot. Midoriya from school, the one who asks a lot of questions, mentioned that you might hate us and you might hate me and Endeavour the most," You listened, not because you wanted to but because you had lost the strength to be stubborn to keep the traits that Touya had passed on to you just so you can remember him longer.

" We came abruptly, and instead of going through normal procedures, we listed everyone as villains and attacked with brute force, we didn't think to talk or guide away the animals or children. You lost loved ones, and we didn't give you time to grieve or do anything to get over it, and I'm sorry," He paused, watching you hunch over, holding your stomach tightly. 

"Y/n?"

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The pain came suddenly. It felt similar to a period cramp but with a higher intensity. You didn't understand. You did everything correctly. You pushed down your grief so that you could focus on the child. You ate what you were supposed to. You didn't even think about the death of its father, so how could the baby want to leave you alone?

Why did it want to torture you by making you lose the last thing you cared about?

Fuyumi rushed to your side, yelling at Shoto to call a doctor, to remove the paparazzi from their front garden, to hide you from the crowd, to do something other than stand there gawking as you bled heavily through your clothes. 

You were silent, confused, and in denial as always but silent nonetheless. You didn't have anyone else but the blob you had been blessed with, yet the creator wanted to take that away from you as well. 

However, you didn't even know if this creator of yours was real in the first place.

You could only blame yourself, swallowing the pain and looking at the floor anxiously. Guilt swallowed you whole. This family all gathered to help a stranger as she made the funeral of her lover about herself as she collapsed on the floor bleeding out from her legs. 

You had become so pitiful it disgusted you.

You were conscious, but those surrounding you made you feel as if you werent. Muttering about how to carry you, if they should apply pressure to your intimate areas to reduce the bleeding if you would die, and how you'd react if you woke up without a child inside you.

You raised your hand, trying to squeeze Fuyumi's hand and failing, though her attention was brought to your fluttering eyes as you opened your mouth to speak.

"I will not forgive you if the blob dies," you muttered deluding yourself into believing Touya was sitting there watching you.

You felt like your denial was your downfall, the bleeding had started the morning after the news of Touya's death but you denied it and wore postpartum pads thinking your body had forgotten you were pregnant and was just giving you a period but the baby would be safe. It would not die because it knew how much you depended on it and how much you would care for it when it was born.

Though here you were, sitting in a hospital bed refusing to eat the food provided after the dead child was removed from your body. You thought something was wrong with you, not just your body but mentally. You thought that you'd feel the need to scream and cry like when Touya died, but all you felt then was apathy. 

It was as if all your emotions were left with the blob. You felt detached. Holding the thin blanket over your legs as if that would warm the coldness in your heart.

You would see the child sometimes, a copy of Touya's childhood photos. A round fat face with large blue eyes, it had a smile that you didn't recognise as his so it had to be yours and it was beautiful. 

You missed them, blaming your body and yourself for what it had done, for killing the baby. The guilt was heavy in your chest. fighting with your anger and sadness and self-pity for spots on your priorities list. 

You missed them so much.

Fuyumi was there again, sitting by your side with eyes full of pity, watching your actions closely as her usual empathy surpassed her senses.

" You have been in this bed for a week," She started, staring at you and sending a small smile your way while subtly calling you depressed. 

You hummed in response, not in the mood for conversation. 

"And you haven't eaten, you've lost a lot of weight," 

"I'm not hungry." 

"Y/n I won't know how you're feeling but I understand completely, I understand you've lost something very dear to you and don't know what to do and that's ok we can figure it out together, you are a part of our family now whether you like it or not and we would love to help you out, so please try to do something that makes you feel better,"

She would've sounded like she was offering help to anyone but you, you reeled at the thought of having to stay with the Todoroki family, for them to be around for your every beck and call. You hated the laziness of everyone around you and the lack of community everyone felt.

The threat she threw at you, scarring you with having to live with his family tortured you greatly.

Fuyumi was lovely, but you weren't in the mood for lovely.

"I will go on a walk to clear my head,"

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I don't know where my feet are taking me. Probably somewhere familiar like the forest or a park, however, nothing will feel as familiar as you, Touya.

I'm so alone. There is no one left for me here without you.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

Your feet drag you slowly across a grassy field, and your surroundings are not a concern when your thoughts are so clouded. You thought of who you would use as a model of how to act, but no one came to mind. It was a wonder you even lasted this long without him.

I find it chilling the thoughts that come to my mind at a time like this. Things that I would usually care about are suddenly mundane.

Everything is so difficult here; now the 'blob' is gone. I have no reason to stay.

You found yourself sitting in a small muddy opening in the middle of the forest, it seemed to stretch for miles, however, you did not indicate how long you had walked, other than the sun that said high noon when you had your talk with Fuyumi at 7. You hoped she wasn't worrying.

I know you had faith that I would thrive in your community as you did in mine, but I do not believe it is possible.

Even if I went through with this, there is no promise that I will end up back in your arms, we may spend centuries looking for each other in hell and still be unable to reunite.

I wish you were still here, even if it is selfish, even if it hurt you to stay alive, I can not handle this strange place without you.

Now I've lost a part of you because of your cursed mouth, you are so stupid for leaving me here alone Touya, maybe we need those centuries apart so I can forgive you for making me suffer this loneliness.

" I don't know what to do." You muttered, laying flat on the ground staring up at the sky while your brows scrunched up trying to figure out what your next plan of action is.

I do not want to return to that house of yours, your father scares me, your mother is docile and your sister pities me. I still refuse to believe you have taken this child from me out of spite, though that must be it, you must hate me Touya that is why you have abandoned me in this strange place, with strange customs and laws.

I have lost a part of you I wanted to keep, and I don't know what to do with myself.

Touya, I am so lonely. What do I do?

You tilt your head to the side, noticing some berries, small red ones that replicated beads held on a branch that was ever so pretty enticing you to pick it up as the autumn sun reflected on it in dazzling rays. You knew exactly what type of berry that was.

Oh.

Is that what I should do?

You reached over for the branch, squishing the berries between your fingers before eating them it was now time to wait, wait for the inevitable, and wait for what was going to happen better sooner rather than later. Meet up with your soulmate again and spend an eternity together atoning for your sins.

Even now that I'm reflecting on my life, all my thoughts are occupied by you. You've corrupted me.

Slowly, you allowed the effects of the poison to take over your body, stilling as you felt yourself slipping away, unsure if this was right, but you preferred it to there to a place without Touya.

Touya, I still dream of you, you know.

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Seeing shigAFO being labeled as just shigaraki in merch breaks my heart a little

that's not shigaraki, that's AFO desecrating shigaraki's body

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don't go Nanamin don't go

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-> To have found you was the world's regret, not mine

trueform!ryomen sukuna x reader

summary: born with two too many limbs and faces, he was abandoned, left for the nature to bury him in a grave at the mere age of six. apparently, there was one enemy to the nature of the world, who seemed to go against every rule of survival; you.

warning/s: heian era, smut at the end (skipable), sukuna has two dicks, use of sukuna's stomach mouth, p in v, creampies, slight breeding kink, praise and degrading kink, overstimulation, aphrodisiacs, angst, mentions of blood, nearing death (no actual death though), sukuna's villain arc, he was a monster you'd never despise, growing up together, they were both doomed from the start, fluff so i don't end it all, sukuna using you as a weight for training

a/n: i have no words. this man awakens something inside of me.

The rumors had spread like wildfire.

The child born with too many eyes, too many limbs, had devoured his twin in the womb. A demon cloaked in human skin, they whispered. He was evil incarnate, an abomination that would only grow stronger if left unchecked. But killing him outright would be a sin too great for their souls to bear. So they left him to rot. On the desolate side of the country, where even the air could be considered poison, they abandoned him.

They thought they'd washed their hands clean.

They thought starvation would take care of what they couldn't.

But death didn't come as quickly as they had hoped.

Sukuna was nothing more than a husk of a boy now, his four arms limp at his sides, his ribs threatening to pierce through his skin with each shallow breath.

Nature, just as cruel as mankind, had left him no mercy.

And then you appeared.

"Hi,"

The sound was soft, almost too soft for his dulled senses to catch. He barely mustered the strength to crack open one eye, a faint glint of crimson meeting yours.

"What?" he rasped.

You didn't answer right away, instead stepping closer to the monster that the land itself seemed to despise. There was no hesitation in your movements, no fear, no disgust.

"You.. you're just like me," you murmured.

Sukuna's lower right eye twitched, barely enough to take you in. You were as battered as he was—maybe worse. Wounds marred your body, some barely crusting over due to the lack of vitamins, others oozing sluggishly with infection. Your skin looked like it could rip at any given moment, stretched too thin over bones that jutted out in sharp angles.

You looked truly pitiable.

But Sukuna didn't care. Or at least, that's what he thought.

He was going to die anyway. Forming a bond would be useless.

He scoffed, his head lolling back against the harsh, cracked tree he was leaning on, waiting for death to take him away at the mere age of six.

"We're both dying,"

You said what he couldn't, spoke his mind instead of plastering him with questions.

You were younger than him, yet knew such harsh reality to come.

Your lips quirked in something resembling a smile, though it faltered under the weight of your exhaustion.

The boy hummed in return.

With that, Sukuna let his eyes fall shut, deciding to fade out the world— and you— with it.

Hours later, a sharp scent cut through his haze.

Sweet.

Fruit.

His eyes snapped open. He turned his head and found you kneeling beside him, holding a piece of overripe fruit out to him.

"Eat," you simply said.

He snarled— or at least tried to— but his voice came out weak and hoarse, "Don't… pity me."

Your brows furrowed, frustration taking over you. Without a word, you leaned closer, your small hand pressing against his chest. His eyes widened, alarm breaking through his mind.

"What are you—"

Before he could stop you, you raised the fruit to his stomach mouth. Its sharp teeth parted instinctively, and before Sukuna could refuse again, you fed him.

Your fingers brushed against his canines, but you didn't flinch. You didn't so much as blink as the beastly maw devoured the offering, juice dribbling from its corners.

His lower eyes narrowed, glaring at you even as the sweet taste spread across his tongue.

"Stupid brat," he muttered, but his voice lacked any true hatred. Towards you, that is.

You didn't respond, only settling back into your spot beside him, already reaching into a cloth bag for more.

"Wh-what's your.. ah- your name?" you mused as you revealed another fruit to him, guiding it to his stomach.

Unlike him, the maw ate gratefully.

He seemed to think, his body relaxing at the feeling of it getting taken care of.

Truthfully, the boy didn't have a proper name. He was named Ryomen due to his two faces— that was all to it.

He grunted, "Sukuna."

You smiled, repeating the name. With a grin, you revealed your name to him.

And surprisingly, he did the same thing.

He repeated it.

This became your routine.

You, a ghost of a child, scavenged for what little life had to offer. Sukuna, the boy they had condemned as a monster, became your charge.

Each day, you'd sneak into villages, weaving through the shadows like smoke. You stole food, medicine, anything you could carry with your frail form, and brought it all to him.

You hardly ate yourself.

No one knew who you were, only that you'd often show up and steal relentlessly.

"That stupid brat! Don't let her get away next time; she needs to be punished properly!"

"Sinning at such a young age is so unfortunate. May she find the right path."

"—there's no right path for her! The devil's captured her soul— we should finally burn this brat for good!"

Sukuna could say the same about them.

Those 'saints' who left you with infection-littered wounds.

Those 'saints' who chased after you for simple fruit.

A little girl, with more bones than meat.

Was Sukuna really the disgrace of the world when this was the way other people thought of innocent life trying to survive?

Whatever. He didn't have the time to think about it.

Not when he'd hold you with his lower arms to stop your squirming.

He discovered reverse cursed technique at a very young age, which became good use. He'd heal you, acting as if he couldn't hear your sobs.

Sukuna's touch wasn't gentle, nor was it kind, but it was efficient. His hands, rough and calloused despite his young age, pressed against your frail frame, glowing faintly with cursed energy as it stitched together your wounds. He worked silently, his expression unreadable, but his lower eyes betrayed the tiniest flicker of something foreign. Something he wouldn't dare acknowledge.

"You cry too much," he muttered, his voice gruff as if to mask the faint twinge of unease your sobs caused him.

—that, unfortunately wasn't a lie. You'd cry a lot. So much, the beast wondered when you'd ever run out of tears.

But in no sense were you a dramatic little crybaby. You'd cry a lot, but not often. When you did, you usually couldn't stop it anymore, and it would go on for hours— the monster had no idea what to do in that case. He figured he wouldn't kill you for the simple act, since you were so useful.

But that weeping would go on his nerves. It replaced the warm feeling in his organs— the one sitting slightly beneath the sternum— with a cold one. It'd feel like it was clutching, singing a melody of helplessness.

That must've been his nerves, he figured.

You were annoying him, he figured.

You sniffled, your thin fingers clutching at his wrist. "hurts," you whimpered, your face streaked with dirt and tears.

And there it was again— that feeling. Something in his chest was crinkling together.

"Then stop getting caught, idiot," he replied, his tone harsher than he intended. He focused on his work, forcing himself to ignore the wetness in your eyes. "Be faster. Smarter."

"I am fast," you argued weakly, your lips trembling, "they're just... mean."

The feeling in his chest was getting worse. Sukuna frowned, it almost resembled to actual pain.

A rare snort escaped him, bitter and sharp. "The world's mean. Get used to it."

You didn't respond right away, your small body trembling under his hands as he finished patching you up. Finally, you spoke, your voice quiet, almost inaudible. "Why do you help me then? If the world's so mean?"

Sukuna froze for a moment, his hands hovering just above your skin. His crimson eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his jaw tightening.

"Because I don't like broken things," he said simply, his tone cold and dismissive. "they're useless."

You blinked up at him, your expression unreadable. "Then why not let me die?"

He didn't answer, couldn't answer. His lips pressed into a thin line as he pulled his hands back, the glow of cursed energy fading.

"You didn't let me die either. Now shut up and eat," he snapped, shoving a stolen piece of bread into your hands.

You obeyed, gnawing at the stale crust despite how it scratched at your throat. You were used to it by now.

Sukuna leaned back against his usual tree— the one he almost died on— his multiple arms folding across his chest. He stared at you as you ate, his gaze deciphering, as if trying to solve a puzzle he didn't even want to admit existed.

"You're too small," he muttered after a while, breaking the silence.

You looked up, crumbs clinging to your lips. "Huh?"

"You're weak," he clarified, his tone blunt, "pathetic, even."

"Gee, thanks," you muttered, rolling your eyes.

"But," he continued, ignoring your sarcasm, "you're still alive. That means you're stubborn. Maybe too stubborn for your own good."

You tilted your head, watching him curiously. "And what about you? You're alive too."

He smirked faintly, a sharp, cruel thing that didn't quite reach his eyes. "That's because I'm stronger than them. Stronger than everyone. I just haven't gotten the chance to prove it yet."

"Then why didn't you leave?" you asked, your voice soft, "If you're so strong, why didn't you leave this place? Why are you still here? Feeding off fruit instead of hunting the animals to the north."

His smirk faltered, his expression hardening. "Because I have something to prove," he grunted, "to them. To the people who left me here to rot. To everyone who thinks they can decide what I am."

He was going to prove that the place they abandoned him to was the reason he was going to turn into a real monster. His career shall start from the place his realization begun. He would tear them apart, and only after this, shall he enjoy his own brought food; his victims.

You didn't respond right away, your gaze dropping to the bread in your hands. When you spoke again, your voice was quiet, almost hesitant. "I think you're just lonely."

His head snapped toward you, his red eyes narrowing dangerously. "What did you say?"

You met his glare head-on, your expression tired, and yet still stubborn, "I said you're lonely. That's why you don't want me to die. You don't want to be alone again."

For a moment, the air between you grew tense. Sukuna's hands twitched, his fingers curling into fists as if he were contemplating smashing your fragile frame into the dirt.

But he didn't.

Instead, he leaned back, closing his eyes with a huff. "You talk too much," he muttered, his tone laced with irritation.

You smiled faintly, the corners of your lips tugging upward despite the exhaustion etched into your face. "And you don't talk enough."

Another silence fell between you, this one less heavy, less suffocating. The two of you sat there, side by side, two broken children in a world that had already decided you didn't belong.

But for now, you weren't alone.

Then days started to turn into weeks, and the weeks blurred into months.

Sukuna grew stronger, his body filling out with lean, wiry muscle as his cursed energy became sharper, more controlled. You were still frail, still weak, but you had learned to move like a shadow, to steal like a raven amongst the humans.

Sukuna didn't understand it. Didn't care to, at first. You were wasting your energy on a lost cause. You should've run far away from him, left him to rot like everyone else had.

But you hadn't. Didn't.

And that caused him to grow over the years.

He grew rapidly, mainly because of his genes— but his muscles weren't something he simply got. He earned them by training.

What to understand under training? Well— he used you as weight, most of the time. You sat on his back when he did pushups or his arm when he trained his biceps. You were useful to Sukuna; that's why he kept you around.

Definitely for no other reason, though.

Nope.

Not because your voice relaxed him, lulled him to sleep.

Not because you smiled at him the day both of you were supposed to be left as nothing more than rotten bodies in this cruel world.

Not because you were so fearless of his anatomy— of him.

Not because you cared for him, so unnaturally much.

Not because you were a complete idiot for doing so.

And to keep things around meant taking care of them, unfortunately. He couldn't risk you dying on him. Not that he'd feel guilty.. sad or anything, but you were useful, could steal. And besides, he had spend a lot of years together with you. You'd grown into young adults together. He got used to your company.

So he never wasted any time when he healed your wounds. You usually had a lot of them, considering villages were basically hunting for you by now.

You even found a little shelter, good enough to hold the two of you. It was an abandoned temple, plants overgrowing the place— but it was enough.

The villagers were growing restless, their whispers turning to shouts, their torches raised.

"The girl's still out there!"

"She steals more than she can eat— she's bringing offerings to the devil himself!"

"We have to end this before they destroy us all!"

Sukuna listened to their cries from the shadows.

"Let them come," he muttered, his voice a low growl.

You glanced at him, worried, "Sukuna…"

He turned to you, his smirk sharp and merciless. "They wanted a monster," he grinned, "I'll show them one."

And for the first time, you weren't sure if you could stop him.

From the day Sukuna decided to show himself to the villages, things changed.

You didn't know what he was doing there. He wouldn't tell you, and you didn't ask. But every evening, without fail, he'd return to the little temple the two of you had claimed. Bloodied.

Always bloodied.

It was never his blood.

His steps would echo against the cracked stones, his frame filling the entrance. He wouldn't say a word, just slump down into his usual spot, waiting for you to do what you always did.

You'd kneel beside him, a bucket of water already at the ready, and begin cleaning him. Your hands worked methodically, scrubbing away the blood that painted his arms, his chest, his face. It didn't matter how much there was or how long it took— you cleaned it all, sitting in silence as the water turned red.

He never flinched. Never winced.

You didn't ask what had happened, and he didn't offer an explanation.

This was your routine now.

You decided you didn't like it.

You were getting left out. He was going cold— you couldn't care less if it were towards the village and the world only— but what about you? You wanted to hear his voice, to talk to him, to be with him.

It was only weeks later that you began to notice them. The marks.

The first time you saw one, it was faint, almost invisible against his skin. A single black line curling along the biceps that met the shoulder. You didn't say anything, even as more began to appear, making their way up his limbs, across his chest, spreading like a dark disease.

You knew what they were.

You didn't need to ask.

Each mark was a crime— a sin carved into his flesh, branding him for the world to see. Murder. Destruction. Chaos.

You knew that.

He knew you knew.

At first, he acted like it didn't matter. Sukuna was stubborn like that, always pretending nothing could touch him. But you saw it, the way his gaze would flicker to you when he thought you weren't looking. The way his hands sometimes twitched when you got too close, as if he expected you to pull away.

He was scared.

Scared that you, out of all people, would abandon him.

But you didn't.

You didn't say a word when the marks began to spread across his shoulders, his back, his neck. You didn't flinch when the blood he came back with multiplied. You didn't recoil when his smile started to look more like a snarl, his eyes gleaming with something you didn't want to name.

You didn't support what he was doing.

But you would never stop him.

For the world had done the same to him.

Because no one stopped when they left him to rot, when they whispered behind their hands and turned their backs and called him a monster before he even had a chance to be anything else.

Because even though you didn't agree with him, even though you hated the blood and the way he was slipping further and further away from whatever humanity he had left…

You would never abandon him.

So you stayed.

Even as the marks spread like a curse, even as the villagers' cries grew louder, even as Sukuna's laughter began to echo like something bad had won against the world, you stayed.

Because that's what you'd always done.

And maybe that's why, when the marks started creeping toward his face, curling along his jaw and across his lower eyes, Sukuna never stopped coming back.

No matter how bloody he was.

No matter how much darker he seemed.

He always came back.

To you.

After Sukuna had received all possible markings on his body, you found yourselves wandering off the place it all started with.

He'd proven himself.

It was time to take over his own estate now. He shall be the god amongst the mere humans whom despised him, with you by his side.

Sukuna found an estate on a whim.

It was a massive structure, sprawling across the countryside like a symbol of decadence. It belonged to a king, or at least someone who thought themselves important. Sukuna didn't care who— it didn't matter. All he saw was an opportunity.

He stalked through the gates, dragging you behind him by the hand like a silent shadow. You didn't ask questions, didn't protest. You trusted him. Perhaps a bit too much.

He wasn't sure what pissed him off more; the way you clung to his side so willingly or the fact that you made him hesitate.

Sukuna had stormed into that estate ready to kill— prepared to cut through guards, nobles, anyone who dared stand in his way. But the moment he stepped inside, the warmth of your hand in his made him pause. Just for a second.

He grumbled, the sound low and guttural in his throat.

"Brat," he muttered under his breath.

You blinked up at him, confused, but before you could ask, three of his arms moved. Two hands covered your ears, and the third wrapped protectively around your head, shielding and blinding you from what he was about to do.

The remaining arm was the one he used to guide his slashes, cutting through flesh and bone as if it were paper.

Guards rushed at him, swords raised, and fell just as quickly. Blood splattered the polished floors, the walls, the pristine decor meant to show off the king's wealth. Sukuna moved like a storm, calculated and ruthless, cutting down anyone who dared oppose him.

But there were some who didn't fight.

Some dropped to their knees without question, trembling as they bowed their heads.

Sukuna's grin widened, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.

"Swear your lives to me," he commanded, his voice a deep, menacing growl that echoed through the halls, "pledge your loyalty, or join the rest of them."

And they did.

One after another, they vowed their lives to him, fear etched into every syllable. Those were the ones he let live.

By the time he finished, the estate was his.

Blood soaked the floors, the stench of death heavy in the air, but it was done. Sukuna had claimed his place.

Servants began arriving the next day, desperate for shelter. They came from villages he'd decimated, from towns that whispered his name with equal parts fear and reverence. They gave their lives to him willingly, swearing fealty in exchange for protection.

Because that's what you had always done.

There was one habit Sukuna had carried with him since childhood— a strange, unspoken thing neither of you dared to label or even fully acknowledge. Whatever it was between you two, it wasn't something the world could define.

Certainly not a couple. That wasn't the right word. No.

But also… not not that.

It didn't matter. No one dared lay a thought on it.

The habit in question? Sukuna couldn't sleep unless you were right there. Not just near him, but with him. On him, preferably.

From the time you were small, he'd insist you lay against his chest, your frail frame curled up against him like you were the only shield he needed. As you grew, it became more than that— skin to skin contact. He craved it, though he'd rather rot in hell than admit it.

When you'd press your cheek against him, limbs tangled together as if the world wasn't constantly trying to tear you apart, Sukuna could actually relax. When your warmth pressed into his, he could let his many eyes close, feel his breathing even out. He swore he didn't care about the way your fingers would clutch at him in your sleep, or how you'd bury your face in the crook of his neck.

Didn't care that you drooled on him, for God's sake.

He definitely didn't admire that.

But there were nights when you'd wake up to find him staring at you, his eyes soft in a way you rarely saw. And he'd smirk, teasingly so, just enough to throw you off.

"You drooled all over me again," he'd mutter, pretending to be annoyed as he wiped at his skin, though the smug tilt of his mouth betrayed him.

You'd groan, shoving at his chest, "Then stop using me as a pillow."

"Who's using who?" he'd reply, wrapping his arms tighter around you so you couldn't escape.

It was stupid. Pointless. But also… it wasn't.

Because in those moments, when it was just the two of you and the rest of the world could burn for all you cared, Sukuna wasn't the bloodied monster that came home to you. And you weren't the ghost of a child stealing scraps to survive. (Which, frankly, you didn't need to anymore, since Sukuna took charge of that. However, the villages contained a.. feeling.. you liked to experience. The bits of humanity. Sukuna didn't stop you, for he didn't understand, but he trusted you.)

There was once, when Sukuna had never experienced you like this. Not once in all the years he'd known you.

You came back from the village as usual, empty-handed this time, but without so much as a scratch on you. At first, he thought nothing of it— maybe you'd been lucky, maybe the villagers were slacking, maybe...

But then, you didn't say a word. Not one.

You were always the one to start conversations. Always the one filling the empty silence between the two of you with your endless chatter, your stubborn questions, your little quips that only made him smirk. So why the hell were you quiet now?

It irritated him.

"Oi," Sukuna barked, his sharp tone bouncing off the temple walls, "say something."

You didn't respond.

He narrowed his eyes, his arms crossing over his broad chest. This was weird. Really weird. Then he got a good look at your face, and something about it made his stomach twist, and the feeling in his chest cold.

You looked sad.

Why did you look sad? You weren't supposed to look like that. That wasn't you.

"Stop making that face," he snapped, scowling to cover the strange unease rising in his chest.

You still didn't respond, huffing and walking away to another room— that definitely was not the one you'd share with Sukuna. For mere sleeping habits, obviously.

Then he noticed you weren't eating either. That was the final straw. Sukuna was no saint— far from it— but when he was half-dead, starving, and barely able to move, you'd shoved food down his throat whether he wanted it or not. You fed him, cared for him, even when he didn't deserve it.

So maybe, he thought, he should do the same for you.

Yes. Yes, that was the answer.

Of course, Sukuna had never been great with the whole 'gentle' thing. Or 'patient.' Or 'subtle.'

So when you didn't eat the dried meat he shoved into your hands, he huffed and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Literally.

"Open your damn mouth," he growled, his lower arms grabbing your face with surprising force. Servants around the room stilled, their eyes widening. They knew you as the King's treasure— they never expected him to care, whatsoever.

You blinked up at him, startled, but still didn't say a word.

"Don't just stare at me— eat!" he barked, attempting to shove the food toward your mouth. When your lips remained stubbornly closed, his frustration boiled over, "Fine, you wanna be a brat? Then I shall make you—"

Without thinking, Sukuna grabbed your jaw, prying your mouth open with way too much force. His grip was rough, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he tried to shove the food in.

"Stop being so damn stupid—!"

Before any of the shocked servants could even dare to say anything, your muffled protest and wide eyes finally registered in his brain. He froze mid-action, realizing he was practically choking you.

"..Oh."

He pulled his hands back abruptly, the dried meat dropping to the ground between you. You coughed a little, your eyes watering, and for a brief moment, Sukuna actually felt awkward.

Which pissed him off even more.

"Whatever," he grumbled, crossing his arms again and glaring at the wall, "you're lucky I even bothered, fool."

You finally spoke then, your voice soft and hoarse from disuse. "…Sukuna?"

"What?"

Your lips trembled, and you looked up at him with that same sad expression that made his chest ache. "Thank you."

He scoffed, turning his head away so you couldn't see the faint pink tinge creeping up his neck. "Don't thank me. Just eat next time."

But you didn't.

And Sukuna, for all his glory, didn't know how to fix you.

And that terrified him.

He didn't know what was wrong, didn't know how to make you better, and the longer you stayed like this— silent, withdrawn, not you— the more it ate away at him. He wasn't used to fear, not like this, and it pissed him off.

So the next time you went into the village, he came with you.

It was a rational decision, he told himself. If he could just see what was going on, maybe he could figure out how to fix it. Plus, he'd make sure nothing happened to you while you were out.

The villagers, of course, noticed immediately. Sukuna wasn't exactly subtle. A hulking figure with four arms and marks that practically screamed danger didn't exactly blend into the background.

This was no longer just you, the lone thief darting through shadows.

No.

This was you and Sukuna, the two of you together.

A pair.

You were the reason Sukuna had survived this long. He knew that. Knew that now the villagers would too. They'd hunt you harder, piece together the truth of how you'd kept him alive, how you'd made him the monster they feared.

He didn't care.

He wasn't going to leave your side anyway.

You were safest with him. No one would dare lay a finger on you while he was there. That was the message he sent, loud and clear, as he walked beside you through the village, your hand clasped firmly in his.

But then he saw it.

The way your expression shifted.

You stopped, your gaze snagged on a group of children sitting in the dirt, their little hands busy smearing bright colors inside simple lines drawn on scraps of parchment. They were laughing, giggling, so blissfully unaware of the two of you.

Your frown deepened.

And that's when Sukuna realized.

This— this— was the reason for your depressive episode.

He froze, staring at you for a moment before he let out a loud, echoing cackle. He laughed so hard his sides ached, his upper hands clutching his stomach while his lower ones rested on his hips.

"That's what's got you sulking?" he sneered, "This? A bunch of brats smearing colors like idiots?"

You turned to him, cheeks hot with embarrassment, lips tugged into a pout. "Shut up."

He barked out a low, mocking laugh, leaning closer as his sharp teeth glinted. "Oh, don't tell me you're jealous of that? You wanna crawl around in the dirt and finger-paint too? What's next, you gonna cry about it? Pathetic."

You huffed, crossing your arms with a glare. "Hey! I haven't cried about such things since.. forever now— you can't bring that up!"

But you weren't mad.

Just pouty.

And he found that absolutely hilarious.

Back at the estate, though, Sukuna couldn't shake the image of your face in the village. That look of quiet longing, of sadness. It stuck with him, crawling under his skin until he couldn't ignore it anymore.

So, begrudgingly, he thought about it. Really thought about it.

And then, with a dramatic sigh, he sat down beside you, crossing his lower arms over his lap while the upper ones gestured at his body.

"Here," he said gruffly, as if this were a full sentence made to understand immediately.

You blinked at him, confused. "What?"

"My marks," he muttered, already annoyed at how awkward he felt, "use them. Color inside the lines or whatever. Just— stop looking like that. It's annoying."

Your mouth fell open in surprise, and he immediately regretted it. "Don't make a big deal out of it," he snapped, scowling, "if it'll stop you from sulking, then fine. Go ahead. You can even add new ones if you want."

Your face lit up, a spark of your usual self finally flickering back to life. "Really?"

"Have I ever said something I didn't mean?" Sukuna grumbled, pretending to be annoyed even as relief washed over him, "Just don't mess it up."

You grabbed a piece of charcoal from your stash with a grin, leaning closer to him. "Don't worry, S'kuna. I'll make you beautiful."

He rolled his eyes.

"To think of it, you're already really beautiful.."

He scoffed, his lips curling up, "I am no such thing."

"To me, you are."

"..."

Your relationship was fine. There wasn't much else you could say about it. You weren't ready to ruin anything, and being in his arms made you content enough.

But there was this constant urge to have more.

You didn't understand these feelings fully, but you did know there were times when you wanted to please him desperately.

That's why you started training. A lot.

Obviously, you'd never live up to the King himself, but there was no denying the fact that you did… bloom. You didn't run anymore— not when you were able to take out people on your own.

And while you did all of this with the intention of keeping yourself safe, you somehow got another reward out of it.

His praise.

Your guilty pleasure.

You tried not to let it show, but you were desperate for it. Almost like a dog wagging its tail, ready for a reward after performing a trick.

And while Sukuna hadn't noticed that you specifically craved his praise, he had noticed that you'd grown a lot more obedient. You'd follow his orders without snarky remarks, without hesitation.

Take eating, for example.

Back then, Sukuna would've been fuming because, despite your circumstances and how you grew up, you were a picky eater. And Sukuna had actually been trying his best to break that habit.

Now? Now you ate without another word. No sarcastic quips. No fights. No using the King of Curses as your personal climbing material to escape his four arms.

Nope.

Just you, grimacing after each bite of whatever questionable food you'd been handed.

Sukuna was confused.

Hence why you didn't get the praise you'd been so desperately hoping for.

Well, fuck you, you cunt. What did I eat this fucking piece of shit for?

As you sat picking at a particularly unappealing piece of food, Sukuna finally snapped.

"Alright," he growled, crossing his arms over his chest, all four of them. "What's your deal?"

You blinked up at him, feigning innocence. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me." His eyes narrowed, glowing faintly in the dim light. "You've been acting weird. Eating whatever garbage you're given, training like a lunatic, not mouthing off— what's going on with you?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on your food. "I'm just… trying to pull my weight, that's all."

"Bullshit," he said flatly.

You flinched, your grip tightening on your fork.

Sukuna leaned forward, "Out with it," he demanded. "what are you trying to prove?"

"I'm not—"

"Yes, you are."

You hesitated, biting your lip, and Sukuna's frustration grew. He hated when you shut him out.

"I just…" You took a deep breath, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to make you proud, is all."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Sukuna stared at you, his expression unreadable.

And then, to your utter shock, he let out a low, rumbling laugh.

"That's it?" he said, his tone mocking but not mean, "You want to make me proud? You're such an idiot."

Your face burned with embarrassment, and you opened your mouth to retort, but Sukuna cut you off.

"Listen," he begun, "You don't need to break yourself to impress me. You're already here, are you not? That's enough."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up at him, your eyes wide.

"Now eat," he barked, his tone snapping back to its usual gruffness. "And stop making that stupid face. It's annoying."

A small grin tugged at your lips.

"Yes, your Highness," you said, mockingly formal as you took a big, dramatic bite of your food.

Sukuna rolled his eyes but didn't bother hiding the smirk that spread across his face.

When letters started to come in, no one really knew how to address you.

You weren't his queen. You weren't his wife. You weren't his servant, and you certainly weren't his concubine.

You were you.

A force unlike anything the world had ever seen. The only soul who dared to hold Sukuna's gaze without fear, who could make him snarl one moment and laugh the next.

If there was one thing everyone knew, it was this; Sukuna respected you. A respect so profound that it bordered on reverence— something not even gods themselves could hope to achieve.

One day, another letter arrived.

It was addressed to you, though the sender didn't dare write your name. Instead, it bore a simple title,

The Crow.

The name wasn't unfamiliar. After all, it wasn't far from the truth. You had once been the solitary figure scavenging food for Sukuna, feeding him when the world left him to rot. Always flitting in and out of danger, quick and clever, much like the bird they now associated you with.

Sukuna scoffed at the name when he looked over your shoulder, your legs dangling off of his lap, a sharp smirk tugging at his lips. "The Crow, hm? How poetic."

You rolled your eyes. "What else would they call me? It's better than 'Bearer of Death' or 'The Pest', no?"

He barked out a laugh, leaning back on his throne, "I'd kill them myself if they dared to write something that pathetic."

The letter was an invitation from a village requesting your presence. It was worded carefully, dripping with false flattery and desperate pleas.

"They need you," Sukuna read aloud mockingly. "Right. As if this isn't a trap."

You knew it, and so did he.

But still, you folded the letter neatly and tucked it away.

"I'm going."

Sukuna's expression darkened instantly. His gaze bore into you, sharp and unrelenting. "No, you're not."

You raised a brow, "You're not my keeper."

"Correct. I'm your king," he snapped, hands finding their way to your waist, almost as if silently stopping you from an escape, "and I forbid it."

"Then come with me,"

He stilled, his gaze narrowing as he weighed your words.

"if it's a trap," you continued, "they won't expect you. In that case, we— you don't have to worry about dinner tonight."

Sukuna grunted, a smirk blooming on his face, "You're insufferable."

"So I've heard."

The two of you arrived at the village a few days later, Sukuna at your side.

The air was thick with unease as villagers scattered like mice at the sight of him. His reputation preceded him, the stories of his cruelty and power leaving no room for doubt.

What confused them most was him.

Why was he here? Only you were invited.

The village leader greeted you hesitantly, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"We… we didn't expect both of you to come."

"Clearly," Sukuna drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. His lower arms crossed over his chest while the upper ones rested at his sides, ready to strike if needed. "You thought you'd lure her here and what? Take her from me? Did you think you could threaten me in this way?"

The leader paled, stumbling over his words. "N-no, my Lord, we—"

"Enough." Sukuna's voice silenced the man immediately, "Speak. Why did you call her here?"

The village leader fumbled, his gaze flickering nervously between you and Sukuna. "W-We need her help," he stammered, voice quivering as he addressed the King. "A newborn… was recently b-born here." His words faltered, his fear evident as he glanced up at the King, "He's… different. B-Born with two faces."

The man swallowed hard, his trembling hands clasped together in desperation. "He's sick. None of the doctors outside the village will touch him," he admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of his plea. Then, his eyes turned to you, filled with a desperate kind of hope, "We heard the stories— how she saved you— and we thought…"

"You thought wrong," Sukuna growled.

But before he could end the man's life with a single swipe, you stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm.

"Let me handle this," you said softly.

His gaze flickered to you, his jaw tightening. After a long moment, he relented, stepping back with a low grunt.

You let the villager take you to the hut where the newborn was.

You knelt before the makeshift crib, your hands trembling slightly as you reached out to the newborn. He was tiny, frail— two faced.

One face contained of nothing more than fear, whilst the other cried out in pain. Yet, when your arms wrapped around his fragile body, he quieted, though soft whimpers still escaped his lips.

"Shh, little one," you murmured, your voice as gentle as a breeze. Sukuna watched silently from the corner, his arms crossed.

Carefully, you checked the baby's temperature, your fingers brushing over his small, fevered forehead. You examined his tiny body for signs of illness, taking note of the unnatural features that made the villagers so fearful. His two faces twisted slightly as he squirmed in your arms, but he didn't cry out again.

Turning to the trembling leader and a few others standing nearby, you, usually being considered nice, spoke firmly, "He needs specific care. His fever has to be brought down immediately. You'll need fruits rich in vitamins— papayas, bananas, oranges. Vegetables too. Carrots, spinach. And a steady supply of milk." Your gaze hardened, daring them to question you. "If you fail to provide him with these, he won't survive the month."

The leader nodded rapidly, almost stumbling over his own feet as he rushed to fulfill your demands.

Meanwhile, the baby's tiny hand gripped weakly at the fabric of your sleeve, his innocent gaze drifting up to meet yours. His other face, half-formed but expressive, mirrored the longing in his eyes. He clung to you like you were the only safe haven in his fragile world.

But then his gaze shifted, catching sight of Sukuna looming nearby. The King's lower set of eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his lips twitching into something between a pout and a scowl. The baby's hand hesitated, releasing its hold as if sensing Sukuna's displeasure.

You glanced at Sukuna, raising an eyebrow at his ridiculous expression. What was he? Jealous? Of a baby?

Biting back a laugh, you turned your attention back to the infant, cradling him closer and pressing a kiss to his tiny forehead. "Don't mind him," you whispered, though loud enough for Sukuna to hear, "he's just grumpy because he's not the center of attention for once."

Sukuna scoffed, his arms tightening across his chest. "Tch. Keep your bratty comments to yourself."

You grinned at him, unbothered by his tone. "Aw, is the mighty King pouting? You're really going to compete with a newborn now?"

"I do not pout."

"Oh, you absolutely do," you teased, hugging the baby close for emphasis. The infant snuggled into you, his soft breaths warm against your skin. He reminded you so much of Sukuna, except Sukuna's beginnings had been so much harsher, so much crueler.

Your smile softened as you glanced over at the man, "You were like this once, you know," you said quietly, "but worse off. No one held you like this, did they?"

"That's irrelevant," he muttered.

You turned back to the baby, rocking him gently. "Not to me,"

Sukuna didn't respond, but he didn't look away, either. Even in his silence, you knew he was watching, remembering.

He hated this.

Hated the way they looked at you, as if you were their savior. As if they had any right to ask for your help after the world had abandoned you. For no reason, might he add. You were not the devil's incarnation, you hadn't been a bad child, hell, for all he knew, you could be considered an angel. And yet, you were in the same state as he was the very day you two met. The world treated you so harshly for your mere existence. And Sukuna hadn't forgotten.

He stayed silent, letting you work.

When the day ended, you returned to his side, hands stained with herbs. He said nothing.

And yet, the villagers had the audacity to offer you flowers— an attempt at gratitude.

They were beautiful.

They promised you they smelled even better.

Who were you to decline?

But beauty has a cost.

The flowers— so innocent-looking, so sweet-smelling— were anything but.

The trouble began not long after.

At first, Sukuna noticed how clingy you became, latching onto him even more than usual. You'd run your hands through his hair (despite his scowls and harsh hushes), trace the tattoos along his arms, or rest your head on his chest longer than necessary. He didn't mind— not that he'd admit it— but it was odd. It was unlike you to be so needy.

Then, just as suddenly, you pulled away.

Your skin flushed, your breathing uneven. You seemed distant, yet restless, quirking around like a lost little thing.

And in the blink of an eye, you stormed off to the room you shared with him. No explanations. Just silence. The servants barely had time to question your behavior. You disappeared before they could even open their mouths.

Sukuna pretended not to care. You were probably sulking, he told himself. Maybe something the villagers said had gotten under your skin. But the longer you stayed locked in that room, the more agitated he became.

He wasn't going to check on you— not immediately, anyway. That would mean admitting he cared, and he wasn't about to give anyone that satisfaction.

Instead, he sent servants.

The first returned looking pale, as if they'd just seen a ghost.

"What's wrong with her?" Sukuna growled, standing at an intimidating height.

The servant stammered, failing to form a coherent response.

Useless.

A single strike ended their misery, and Sukuna turned to the next.

One by one, the servants were sent to your room, and one by one, they returned looking worse for wear— shaken, nervous, almost beaten down mentally. None of them gave him a straight answer. And that annoyed him beyond hell and earth.

By the third corpse, he was growing impatient.

Finally, one brave— or perhaps foolish— servant stepped forward, bowing low to avoid her wrath. "My Lord… it's not our place to say. You… you should see for yourself. But she… she needs time. Give her a moment, then go to her."

The King's eyes darkened, his lips curling into a snarl. Time? You needed time? For what?

Still, the servant's trembling voice and the hint of genuine concern in their words stopped him from storming in immediately.

"Fine," he grunted, dismissing the servant with a wave of his hand, "half an hour. If she's not better by then, I’ll deal with it myself."

The servant bowed deeply, sharing a concerned look before retreating as quickly as they could.

And so, Sukuna waited.

What was wrong with you? And why the hell hadn't you told him?

Inside the room, you were fighting for your life. You were left dizzy and overwhelmed. You pressed a hand to your forehead, trying to steady your breathing, but it was no use. The sensation was maddening, your body betraying you in ways you couldn't explain.

Your abdomen burned. It felt too hot for your body, and you were desperate. Desperate to get rid of it, to loosen it, to feel pleasure.

You cursed under your breath, glaring at the damned flowers on the bedside table. They were the culprits. Had to be. Their sweet, heady scent lingered in the air, mocking you.

And then it dawned on you.

They were aphrodisiacs.

You yelped, mewling in, what you could consider, pain. Pain of the lack of touch.

One thought after another paced into your mind, but the one that stung the most must've been the simple question; why?

Why did the villagers do this? Hadn't you helped them well enough? Weren't you good?

Were they still, after having received your help, desperate to damage the King's property? In order to weaken him?

You scoffed at the thought. Yeah, as if.

The more disgusting thought probably had to be that they weren't in disgust of you, no, they wanted you to reproduce. They wanted more of Sukuna's kind, for the man also had worshippers, not only enemies. And this village had been such as those, you hadn't missed their eyes lingering on the King's large form.

What had you done to deserve this?

You'd have to tell Sukuna eventually.

And that would mean the death of the villagers.

You didn't want that, either.

But it was only a matter of time until said King would find out about your condition.

You thought, maybe he'd find out by the use of his enhanced senses. He'd smell the aphrodisiacs, and know what had happend to you. Or maybe he already knew these type of flowers, and he'd be able to tell by the mere look of them.

What you hadn't expected was for him to find you hopelessly humping a pillow.

The one placed in the bed you shared with him.

You had thought he went hunting— and no other servants dared to enter his room without knocking and getting an approval.

And for his sake, you would've been embarassed to see him standing there, his upper arms crossed, his expression fading from surprised to.. amused? Whatever. The King could never be surprised, could he?

You would've been embarassed, if it hadn't been for the high effects these flowers had casted upon you.

You felt like you were in heat.

You couldn't stop. A mess of whimpers, mewls and moans was what you were.

"..m-m ngh- haa- 'm s-so.. s.. sorry— 'kuna—!"

To Sukuna, you were a sight worth millions.

What could he say? Your tits, once hidden behind your kimono, were out, bouncing along to your hopeless humping. Your hair was messy, your eyes droopy, but open enough for him to catch your blown out pupils— not to mention the fact that you looked up at him as if he were your savior. Your breaths came out shallow, and your moans.. your moans were what he could consider a masterpiece. It only added to his own arousal when you moaned his name. Well, petname now, apparently.

He wanted to touch you.

To demolish you himself.

"They've drugged you. I see. Their village shall burn to the grounds—"

"N-no! -kuna p-please don't leave meee!—" you panted, desperately rubbing your clit now.

He wasn't planning to leave, however hearing you beg for it was a little cherry on top. He smirked, nearing you as he yanked your hand off of your poor bud.

And shit, the way you looked up at him— your eyes glossy, partly embarassed and partly so deep in the haze of your own arousal.

His other hand tangled into your hair, snapping your head up to look up at him.

He spoke lowly, his voice a mere rasp,

"Tell me what you desire, my dove."

"You."

No hesitation.

Well fuck, if that didn't make Sukuna rock hard, then he'd be doomed.

"Hm. Stop your humping on that thing. Come here."

His hold on your hair guided you up. You whimpered, the loss of friction and close release could've been enough of a reason for you to have started sobbing.

"Your body is truly pathetic. You can't even withstand a mere aphrodisiac. How are you to survive in this world without me by your side?"

He yanked you up, holding you with his lower arms by your thighs as he pressed you to the nearest wall. You whined, the little clothing you still owned slipping down your form, leaving you fully naked. He was already shirtless, never fond of any tops.

"Hm. A day ago you would've cried from embarrassment. How amusing."

That's when you felt it.

Your cunt was directly pressed to his stomach.

Exactly where his maw was located at.

He wasted no time, slithering the thick muscle from your thighs to your chasm, and into your folds. The dip was delicious, spreading your arousal all around as it began slipping inside of you.

Sukuna's actual mouth acted with thoughts, for he was the one controlling its actions.

His maw, however, acted on pure instinct. That's why on the day you fed him, it wasn't his actual mouth accepting your offer, but his maw, which knew what he had needed.

And it knew what you needed, now, because it was pumping inside of you like a real dick, stretching you out in ways that should hurt if it werent for the mixture of his spit and your liquid.

You moaned loudly, holding into the man as you squirmed. The canines of his maw brushed over your plush thighs, trying to savour your taste.

It was eating you.

Literally.

You gasped when you felt Sukuna's free hands groping your breasts harshly, running his thumbs over your hardened buds.

He pinched them.

And you cried out. Loudly, at that. It hurt, the overstimulation just adding to it as your breasts swelled.

And then he spat on them, meeting your druggen, almost passed out gaze with his grin.

His tongue, still pushing inside of you as if it were to devour you at any moment, was originally going to make you cum.. but..

"S-stop- 'kuna please! E- haah- enough!"

Said man stopped immediately, his tongue stilling inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.

"What is it, brat? You haven't even had your release yet. Don't tell me it's already too much."

You shook your head, blushing as your hands went around his head. He shot you a confused look before you leaned in to press your lips on his.

He was taken aback. A grunt left his lips as he accepted his fate, though he seemed to still, as if not knowing what to do.

But you giggled, actually giggled at him.

"Want you 'kuna. W-want you to feel good too,"

"Don't be silly. You will wither trying to take me."

"'n y-you'll just heal me then, no?"

"..."

He grunted, removing his tongue from you before placing you on the bed.

You looked so beautiful, spread out like a flower blooming. Your cunt was glistening, spread and messy from his tongue.

And yet, you had the audacity to feel shy at the moment.

Using your hands to cover what's his.

"Remove your hands at once, or I will not take any mercy on you, brat." He snarled, slowly pushing his pants down.

You obeyed.

And there he was.

There they were.

Standing at proud, over-human-sized inches, both of his cocks, glistening with leaking pre-cum.

He was right. You would wither trying to take him.

"Excited already?"

Oh, yeah.

How did you not notice the way you basically went on all fours within seconds, looking at his cocks as if they were treasures.

"S..so big—" your hands wrapped around his lower cock, experimentally giving a few pumps. The King, to all his glory, grunted, his eyebrows furrowed.

"So desperate, my dove. Tch."

Your mouth fell open as you went to take his upper dick, kitty licking over his tip, tasting his cum.

Fuck.

It didn't take long for you to wrap your mouth around his tip, pumping his other rock-hard, desperate cock.

And maybe, he was just as desperate— his hand wrapped around your neck, slowly inching his dick deeper into you.

You could cum on spot for what he said next;

"Good girl. F-fuck."

Not only did the big, bad King just do what you yearned for the whole time (praise you), but he also had stuttered (whimpered, really. But you'll take what you get).

You moaned around his large shaft, bobbing your head when you noticed you wouldn't be able to go any deeper. Tears were running down your cheeks, sobs escaping your full throat.

Your fingers engulfed him, your thumb rubbing his leaking tip while the other hand stroked his base, feeling the vein running underneath.

He was so perfect.

During your moment of bliss, you barely noticed his cussing, let alone his demands.

"G-get off— woman."

But you didn't.

You couldn't.

And he couldn't stop you, for the pleasure was way too great.

With that, he shot, not one, but two big loads onto you, one running inside of your throat and the other outside your throat, soaking your skin with white, sticky cum.

You were eager to swallow, and even more eager to continue, though your mouth was starting to get sore and tired.

"E-enough- for fuck's sake- off!" He groaned as he pulled you off forcefully, your mouth still connected to his dick by the mixture of cum and saliva.

Well fuck, if that wasn't a sight..

His dick remained hard, and you wondered how many releases he needed in order to soften.

"Real fuckin' minx. You think you can take both?"

You shook your head harshly, sobbing at the mere thought.

"Backing out? Already? How pathetic. I haven't even got the real chance to please you."

Without another word, he threw you on your back, gripping your legs and pressing them against your chest— literally folding you.

"'Kuna- Kuna haa!—" you cried out as you felt his tongue dive into your cunt again, his tip prodding the place right under your hole.

"Ca- can't take bo- ahh- both! Please!—"

He hummed, his tongue retreating.

"I suppose you can't, no."

"Huh?— Ah—!"

He entered you without another warning, without any time to adjust.

He was big.

He hurt.

But you did give him your promise that it'd be okay. And he said he'd heal you. So it should be okay if you could feel your walls clampering down on him, begging for a release and for him to stop his torture.

The pain easily mixed with the pleasure when he started thrusting into you, holding your legs with two of his arms, the other two keeping him steady above you. His other tip kept nudging your clit, making you cry out everytime your nerves got any kind of friction.

"Mhh. Such a glorious sight you are, my dove. So vulnerable.. can't even handle one cock, how are you ever supposed to take me?"

Ever?

You would've questioned it, if it weren't for the drool running down your lips, and the tears straining your cheeks. He chuckled, leaning down to you to lick away your tears and saliva.

His chest steadied your legs in position, and he used this as an advantage to run his hands all over your body.

You cried out when you felt multiple sharp teeth nibbling at your skin, some drawing blood, some sucking your skin.

He'd summoned mouths over his hands.

Moaning, you squirmed beneath him, his thrusts brutal enough to send you flying if it weren't for his grip.

"Ngh- ha- c-can't.. g'na cum-"

"Go on, little one. C-cum- fuck-" his breaths where heavy, and you could tell by his twitching cock inside of you that he was close aswell.

"Gonna f-fill you up, gonna fill you up so good— fuck- stop squeezing me like that, wo-hah- woman-!"

You came with a loud scream of his name, him following curtly after.

Hot, sticky cum filled your walls as he pulled out, his upper cock having spurt cum aswell. It coated your abdomen, up to your swollen breasts.

Shit.

"Haa- n-no! Enough-!" You yelped as you felt his fingers back in your hole.

He scoffed, "You're wasting my cum. Keep. It. In."

"Y-yeah as if I could do thaaa- holy shit!-" he filled you to the brim, knuckles deep inside of you, shoving every bit of his sticky substance into you.

"'Kunaaaaaa-"

"Fuck. Fine. I'll let this slip this time."

His hands hovered over the open wounds he'd caused, though he really rather looked smug. He healed you, fixing all what had to be fixed while hoisting you up into his arms.

"..this time?.."

He tilted his head.

"You didn't think this was a one time thing, did you?"

Oh but you did.

Whoops.

Blushing, you looked away.

"I- I don't want to be a concubine."

"..You're a fool to believe I'd consider you as such."

Silence.

Oh. Wait. That meant?..

"You know I'll still end those who hurt you, right?"

"Yeah."

He hummed, "Very well, I'll be on my way tomorrow. If you wish to follow, you are free to do so."

Silence.

"Sukuna?"

"Brat."

"Just.. spare the children and their parents, will you? They just—" you stopped, sighing as you nuzzled further into him, "—they.. he reminded me of you. You were like him too, once. I-.. it surprised me, that they didn't abandon him. I'd like him to do what we couldn't."

And what would that be? You and Sukuna basically could do anything. Were you saying he might've been uncapable of something? He killed all his life, he survived, he lived. What couldn't he possibly do?

"You must be mistaken, little one. We've done everything. We're capable of everything."

To his surprise, your voice came out weak. Weak like he'd never heard before. Not even when the people started chasing you with torches and knives, and spat mean words at you for your mere existence.

"...I'd like him to grow up loved."

"..."

...but Sukuna had loved you, hadn't he?

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JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

DATE UPDATED: 12/30/34

— ITADORI YUUJI

# ITADORI JERKING TO TODO'S GIRLFRIEND PHOTOS

# ITADORI SHARING HIS GIRLFRIEND TO MEGUMI

# GREAT PRETENDER

# APOLOGY ACCEPTED

# DACRYPHILIA WITH ITADORI

# ITADORI LOVE KISSING HIS CHUBBY GIRLFRIEND

# ITADORI AND SUKUNA TAKING "TURNS"

SUKUNA RYOUMEN

# SUKUNA AND HIS FAVORITE CONCUBINE - 1 2

# ONE'S PLEASURE

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

GOJO SATORU

# FLUFF DRABBLE 1 2

# SMUT DRABBLE 1 2 3 4 5

# WHAT DO YOU NEED, BABY?

# ANGST DRABBLE

# HEAVENLY DELIGHT

# OUT OF CONTROL

# EDGING WITH GOJO SATORU

# GOJO BIRTHDAY DRABBLE 1

# I STILL THINK OF MY EX SOMETIMES, SOMETIMES

# BITE BACK

GETO SUGURU

# MY HUSBAND'S BESTFRIEND

# GODSEND TO HIM, A SIN FOR THE OTHER

# PIECE BY PIECE

# GETO SPOILING HIS CHUBBY S/O

# GETO CATCHING HIS ROOMMATE MASTURBATING DRABBLE

# I CAUGHT MY ROOMMATE MASTURBATING, NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT

# TASTE THE SUGAR ON MY LIPS

# BITE BACK

NANAMI KENTO

# HIDDEN INTENTIONS

# A DAY IN A WORK

# RIDING NANAMI

# YANDERE! NANAMI PUNISHING CHUBBY DARLING

# OCEAN WAVES

CHOSO KAMO

# BLOOD FOR BLOOD

# STEPCEST WITH CHOSO-NII

— TOJI FUSHIGURO

# CHUBBY DARLING TEACHING TOJI

# GIVING YOU FLOWERS

# REACTING TO YOU WEARING HIS SHIRT

# MY LOVE IS MINE, ALL MINE

# NIGHTS LIKE THIS

# SON, YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CUTE. MIND IF I HAVE A TASTE?

# GUN PLAY WITH TOJI

# WOLF! TOJI BEING PICKED BY HIS CHUBBY HUMAN S/O

# CHUBBY DARLING FIGHTING YANDERE! TOJI

# WOLF! TOJI DEALING WITH PUP! MEGUMI

INO TAKUMA

# CRUSHING ON NANAMI'S S/O

— MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

# JJK BOYS REACTING TO THEIR CHUBBY S/O BEING HIT ON

# JJK BOYS REACTING TO THEIR CHUBBY S/O CALLING THEIR NAME WHILE ASLEEP

# TEEN! JJK MEN PINING OVER YOU

# ITADORI AND GOJO WITH A CRYBABY S/O

# GOJO AND NANAMI COMFORTING THEIR S/O AFTER A BAD DAY

# YANDERE! JJK MEN CONFRONTING THEIR CHUBBY DARLING FAILED ESCAPE

# YANDERE! JJK MEN REACTING TO THEIR CHUBBY DARLING BEING AFFECTIONATE

# YANDERE! JJK MEN REACTING TO CHUBBY DARLING BEING PREGNANT

# JJK MEN REACTING TO THEIR S/O BEING KIDNAPPED

# YANDERE! JJK MEN REACTING TO CHUBBY DARLING ACCIDENTALLY HURTING THEM

# YANDERE! JJK MEN FINDING OUT CHUBBY DARLING HAD A CHILD WITH THEM AFTER ESCAPING THEM

# ALPHA GOJO AND NANAMI COURTING CHUBBY OMEGA

# YANDERE! JJK MEN PUTTING COLLAR ON CHUBBY DARLING

# YANDERE! JJK MEN ORIGINS

# JJK SMAU

# YANDERE! JJK MEN FINDING THEIR CHUBBY DARLING AFTER ESCAPING

# JJK MEN WITH A YANDERE! CHUBBY DARLING

# BULLY! JJK MEN TAKING YOU ON A PRIVATE PLACE

— SERIES

# THE CURSE THAT BINDS US

# WHAT MAKES OUR HEART BLEED

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