#and then Sukuna gets sent back in time and fixes everything

[envy-of-the-apple]

The King of Curses Reverses the Hourglass

"Sukuna! Who woulda thought I'd see you here?" The curse sneers.

"Well well. What's this, our second conversation?"

He doesn't remember this curse's name. It doesn't matter. This curse was a small fry that the brat was able to take out. ...the same brat that defeated him.

"My technique messes with the souls after all." The curse explains. "Consider this a vestige. Welcome to the pathway souls walk on their way down the cycle."

The curse shuffles his position. "I always meant to ask you....you were lying weren't you? To yourself and to others."

"You weren't living according to your true stature. No, you wanted revenge. Revenge against those who resented and persecuted that cursed unwanted little wretch."

Sukuna shrugs, never a liar. There's no point to it now. Death is equal to all, regardless of strength.

"What's the difference?" He says, "Living the only way I knew how... that's how I chose to go on."

He stops himself. And Sukuna thinks of pink hair. Too many scars on a youthful face. So much death. So much righteous anger. And yet...

You are me.

"Actually...no." Sukuna muses. "I did have different paths to walk. Two, to be precise."

To live for yourself. Eat when necessary. That was how he lived for thousands of years. No human was boring, but Sukuna never equated that to having value. Even as a human, he lived as a proper curse.

But he was never truly a curse. Beneath it all, he was still human. And another human had seen that, and still reached out.

You are me.

In the battle of ideologies, he had lost. Hate only ever got him so far. In the end, he was able to experience love after all.

"Should there be a next time..." Sukuna thinks. "Perhaps it would be nice to walk a different path."

He expects the curse in front of him to throw a tantrum, much like how all curses are so single-minded. Instead, the curse giggles, rising to his feet.

"Really? Are you sure you're gonna be able to stick to that different path?"

Sukuna stares, unimpressed. The curse just shrugs.

"I'm just saying. You lived as a curse all your life. How could you just turn your being like that, if such a thing did exist?"

"Such a thing?" Sukuna echoes.

The curse stretches his arms high in the air. "Soul. Time. Now that I'm here, those two things aren't much different."

"Ah, you've grown since your defeat, haven't you?" Sukuna should've learned his name after all.

"I'll never stop despising Itadori Yuji. It's my nature, after all. But I'm far more interested in my wager with you." The curse grins in the way a curse only can.

"Let's see which one is a better way of living: as a curse or as a human."

alternate title: "I used to be the king of curses but now i want to live a peaceful life and avoid the death flags but the six eyes is suddenly proposing to me!?"

[akaneoxo]

Breaking Dishes

Summary: You send your boyfriend Sukuna a text you instantly regret.

MDNI

WC: 1355

You bite your lip nervously eyeing the door to the shared apartment for probably the fifth time in the last fifthteen minutes. You fucked up. You fucked up badly. Half of you wishes you had a time machine to correct your mistakes. Like really wished. There are no sorries when it comes to your boyfriend. He believes strongly that whenever someone says something they mean it. He isn't wrong. You meant it in the moment, but certainly not now. You only said it to get him angry. The bratty part of you is still relishing in the fact you got a rise out of your usually level headed man. Your level headed man that was definitely on his way to fuck your shit up. 

You check your phone again to see no new notifications. Just the last message he sent before you squealed and tossed your phone on the bed. Standing up and walking into the kitchen you shakily pour a glass of water just to give yourself something to do. It was a petty argument. Of all the things. The fucking dishwasher is what you decide to argue about. Not barely seeing each other for the last two weeks (only in passing), not the endless late nights out, not the lack of phone calls and communication. The fucking dishwasher.

You've reminded him time and time again just to unload the dishes, He remembers to do everything except that. Cooks you dinner before heading out to work, stuffs your messenger bag with your favorite snacks before you head to your classes, takes out the trash and even folds your laundry from time to time. You probably shouldn't have even got as angry as you were in the first place.

Is it that fucking hard to unload the dishwasher Sukuna?

You watch as within the minute your message is marked as seen and within that same minute three dots jump rhythmically as he types his response.

On my way to fix that rn.

You know he's not talking about the dishwasher. 

He's talking about your attitude.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the lock on the front door turns. You suddenly hate the open layout of your apartment, Wishing there was a wall that blocked out the living room. You make eye contact with him as he locks the door behind him before stalking into the kitchen. Clearing your throat you push back some of the flyaways from your messy bun suddenly feeling cold in your pink slip nightgown. You try to damage control as he clears the living room in long unhurried strides.

“Uhm im sorry. S-shouldnt have lashed out like that. I-”

You think he's reaching for the dishwasher but he grabs you by your hips and pins you over it. The cool granite makes you shiver as he rests his weight against  you. You squeak when he pushes your legs together tightly. You try again.

“Kuna i'm really sorr”

“I dont give a shit how sorry you are” He sighs out boredly before pushing your short nightgown over your plush rear. You gasp when he squats down without warning. Warm palms on your ass spread you so far your nether lips separate and your pussy is on full display for him. “I wanna know how sorry she is about that fucking attitude.” 

You moan loudly when a familiar pierced tongue finds your clit. Tracing it lightly before he presses a wet smooch against your folds. Instead of giving your clit the attention it so desperately needs he turns his head and kisses your left thigh. You try to spread your legs and he chuckles “Mmm keep your legs closed baby” he speaks into your pussy before turning away again and kissing your right thigh. You feel him smile when you shuffle your legs a little closer. You can't help but be a little fidgetly. He has your pussy spread and hes just-

“Fuck”

Tongue fucking you. 

You try to reach for anything to keep grounded as he groans into your slick. Moving his head with tongue. Alternating between burying his tongue into your cunt and placing wet open mouth kisses around your entrance. Rising on your tiptoes and whimpering when an arm locks around the front of your thighs pulling you more fully into his face. Moving his tongue in and out your hole at a fast pace. And there's still no stimulation on your clit but it's okay. If he keeps this up you can cum like this. One of his hands is sliding up between your thighs. You barely pay mind to it too busy grinding your ass into him finding a rhythm where your practically fucking his face. He pulls away from you watching your hole clench around nothing. Desperate to be filled. His eyes drop down to your clit. Swollen and almost pulsing with need. 

Smirking he slides the hand in between your thigh higher watching you pathetically rub your clit against it. It's not really enough to get you off but it's still entertaining to watch you try. You let out a frustrated groan before stomping your foot and he checks that fast by unexpectedly sliding two fingers into your cunt and just as quickly they're gone. He thinks he knows exactly what you need when you let out a frustrated huff. 

“Quiet the temper tantrum for such a needy fucking pussy sweetheart.”

There's a loud smack on your ass before he pulls back spitting on pussy before standing. You whine when you hear him unzip his jeans and there's another smack on the opposite cheek. The pierced head of his cock finds your entrance and you feel tears spring from your eyes as a hand settles on to the back of your neck.

Your cheek is pressed into the cold granite with a squeeze. Mouth hanging open in a silent moan as he sinks into you in one fluid stroke and stills. Trembling you reach a hand behind to rest on his stomach. Freshly manicured french tips curl into his black shirt and pull him into you  because forget the trash-dishes you just missed him and his dick. You really didnt give a fuck about the dishwasher. Leaning over you Sukuna chuckles at your senseless tears. 

“Your such a fucking brat you know that?” He murmurs into your ear as you still try to adjust to him. You can barely hear him over the sound of your own heart beating so loudly. You can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks because he's not moving. He's just watching you struggle to take him. Sukuna kisses your ear before his tongue traces your upper ear. Bringing it into his mouth and sucking it loudly- exactly how you wished for him to do with your clit that's still pleading for this kind of attention despite being so full. He straightens back to his full height. “Texting me bitching about dishes when all you really want is some fucking dick.” He's pulling back slowly, dragging his cock out of your cunt before snapping back into you. Your entire body jerks when he repeats it over and over again. Continuing his pace until you can feel yourself climbing right back to that peak he so rudely denied you a few minutes ago.

A hand tangles itself into your messy bun before dragging you up so that you make eye contact with the ceiling. “My poor little girlfriend huh?” he makes an exaggerated pout at you before grabbing the hand that is still tangled in his shirt. “No one to fill her little pussy for a few days and starts acting bitchy instead telling me she misses me.” 

As loving as your boyfriend is, it's times like this that he reminds you of how mean he can be. 

Confused, you let him guide your hand down to your clit before rubbing slow circles around the bud.

“Gonna make you wish you played with this pussy tonight instead of me princess.”

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Gojo Satoru Masterlist

Multi-Chapter Stories

How you ended up as Gojo's fiancé in a fantasy tale masterlist Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

Opposites Attract Being the daughter of the Zenin clan made it your mission to defeat him. Him, Satoru Gojo, the honored one. Him, who makes your life a living hell. Him, who begins to get so much more than your curse...

One Shots

Touch her and you'll burn Your boyfriend Gojo goes berserk after finding out that Toji kidnapped you.

You saved me After Suguru tried to kill his former girlfriend, Satoru is there to cure your depression.

She is my weakness While you are on the brink of death through Suguru's hands, Satoru realizes just how much you really mean to him.

A word of power When his wife is sent to missions over and over until it visibly gets to her, Gojo decides to do something against it.

Lies in the dark You boyfriend Gojo cheated on you with another woman, leaving you heartbroken. Did he, though?

Keep doing it Satoru loves coming to your office everyday to finally win your heart. But it seems like you're more subborn than he thinks.

Having to share a bed with Satoru Gojo at a love hotel ... no words needed.

Golden girl Satoru Gojo really hates everything about you, especially the fact that you are stronger than him. Is it even possible to get along with you, let alone like you? (Spoiler: yes)

The heart wants what it wants 18+ The farewell of your boyfriend Suguru left a wound so deep that it seems like no one is able to fix it. Is the Satoru Gojo, who's secretly in love with you, able to pick your pieces back together?

Promises you can't keep When Sukuna realizes that you did not only break your oath to wait until he returns back to you but married Gojo Satoru after 1000 years of him waiting for you, he goes insane.

Don't touch her Gojo going berserk when you get injured by a curse

Gojo eavesdropping on his wife when she's talking about him While you kept your relationship with Satoru private, you always admire him when you meet at work. However, when your students ask you about your type in men, you can't help but describe the love of your life who hears every single word

Gojo recklessly flirting with Choso's little sister at Shibuya After being set in Shibuya to distract and exhaust none other than Satoru Gojo, Choso's little sister soon learns that the rumors about his charm are true.

Gojo teasing the heck out of you after realizing you get flustered by his eyes After working with smooth operator Gojo Satoru for years, he slowly but surely began to realize what your true weakness is: his bright blue orbs. And he wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if he wouldn't use that against you...

Gojo's and (y/n)'s son wanting to marry (y/n) no words needed

Gojo going nuts when his students don't believe him that you are his wife When Satoru wears his wedding ring for the first time in front of his students, Nobara can't help but wonder who he's married to. But when Gojo confesses it's you, his students just don't believe him.

Gojo getting flustered by his sweaty wife and smacked at their training session Your beloved husband never fails to beat you without mercy when training together. But this time, something seems to catch his eye - your chance to finally hit him with your best shot.

Megumi accidentaly calling Gojo's wife "mum" no words needed

Gojo calling (y/n) a burden to keep her safe Despite the fact that Satoru Gojo was the one who lifted you up and gave you the confidence to go on your very first solo-mission, it was also him who shattered your confidence in order to keep you safe.

Gojo's wife showing her maniac side when it comes to protecting her precious students (Part 1) Despite Gojo's wife spoke vehemently against sending the first and second years on a way too difficult mission, the elders decided against her suggestion. Her calm and collected self changes drastically when she makes them regret their decicion...

Gojo's wife going berserk in order to protect her students (Part 2) Like your bad feeling already suggested, especially Toge's and Yuji's lives hang on a threat when their mission doesn't go as planned. Good for them that Gojo's wife and their teacher rushes to their side and shows everyone just how much she cares about them.

Gojo's girlfriend being there for Shoko when no one else is Shibuya brings even a strong and collected woman like Shoko down to her knees. Especially when you, the only person who seems to truly care about her, ask her about her well-being when your boyfriend just got sealed....

Gojo dressing up as Santa for his girlfriend, Megumi and Tsumiki Satoru Gojo expected a lot of things, but not his girlfriend and two rescued kids making fun of him after he put on a Santa costume only for them.

Gojo being your enemy (or lover?) Your family told you over and over, pounded it into your head since childhood: Satoru Gojo is your enemy, you are simply not allowed to feel anything but hatred towards the Gojo clan. But why do you find yourself lost in his arms each and every night, begging him to love you right?

Gojo buying (y/n) souvenirs after every mission and finding out she kept EVERYTHING Since your joyful smile is so addictive, Satoru can't help but buy you a souvenir every time he goes on a mission. After a few months, he realizes by accident that you do, in fact, keep everything he gifts you...

Geto's little sister finding out her husband got sealed by her big brother You thought you lost him forever, your big brother. Until Shibuya brings you back to reality, until your beloved husband gets sealed by none other than your dead big brother. Until you show your enemy what you're made off...

Gojo's wife supposedly getting executed by kicking ass instead When Sibuya is finally over, you find yourself facing none other than the elders who want to execute you. Little do they know you are no one to be messed with, that even without your husband by your side, you are a true threat if you want to...

Satoru Gojo purposely keeping the scar you gave him When his skin gets busted by your sheer excitement, it doesn't feel right to Satoru to use his reversed technique and simply heal.

Gojo's and (y/n)'s daughter buying a prom dress for her mum because she never had one When you told your little one about the fact that you never got to wear a prom dress, it was clear for your husband and daughter they needed to change that for your birthday.

(y/n) comforting her husband after he was forced to kill his best friend The man who seems goofy all day, who never takes anything serious breaks down in his wife's arms after he killed his best friend.

Satoru Gojo trying to make bun with his daughter's kinky hair It always looked so easy to him, the way you put your thick hair into the most breathtaking hairstyles. But when his daughter asked him to do a sleek bun on her, he was confronted with the stinging fact how difficult styling kinky hair can be. But that doesn't stop the dad of the year from learning... (POC reader!)

Reader going from being Gojo's lover to being his worst enemy You were always the perfect girlfriend for Satoru Gojo: innocent, quiet and weak. Until something inside you snapped. Until you decided you don't want to be weak anymore. Until you realized that Satoru Gojo isn't your lover, but your enemy...

Gojo's daughter insisting on him brushing her hair because he's so gentle You are pretty suprised when your daughter insists on your husband brushing her hair depite the fact that this is normally your job. Until you find out why...

Reader finishing Gojo's missions for him when he's sick and he finds out When your husband falls sick, you don't think twice about completing all of his tasks in order for him to not be stressed - even if it means multiple sleepless nights for youself. Little did you know that your husband will find out about it and thank you in his own way…

Realizing your true feelings for Gojo when he stands up for you You told yourself countless times that you aren't able to like Gojo Satoru, that he is nothing but a jerk. Until he stands up for you, until he shows you what he really thinks of you...

I Love You When I Drink Champagne In the late hours, with champagne in hand, Gojo’s teasing fades into something deeper. Beneath city lights and whispered confessions, you begin to wonder if his midnight promises mean more than he’ll ever admit in daylight.

[novulen]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: after buying a weird ouija board from an elderly man, your night takes an unexpected turn when you return from the bathroom to find a stranger in your house—wait…are those four arms?

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+ (mdni), unprotected s3x, pinning, (u get fucked against a wall), usage of ‘doll & princess’ , tw just cs sukuna 🤗

ᴡᴄ~ 2.08k

Your palms trembled as your gaze swept over the text on the box before you. It exuded a frightening aura that penetrated into your bones and sent a sharp chill up your spine, yet, at the same time adrenaline surged throughout every vein in your body. You felt giddy.

Ever since you could remember, you've always wanted to own a ouija board. As a child obsessed with the occult, you were absolutely taken aback the first time you heard about it, and had attempted everything you could to get your hands on it.

It was sort of disappointing that it was only now you’d get to experience it.

Although, swaying your thoughts aside, you grinned. You should have been thrilled to at least encounter one at this point; it was either now or never, and you wanted to make the younger you nestled within you feel happy.

You sighed shakily, and smoothed your hands over the top, wiping away any dust that was settled on the box. Upon opening it, particles of all sorts ejected about everywhere, and the candles lit on the table raged a fiery orange as the fine powder fell into the flames.

You’d been curious about how long it remained in that pink-haired elderly man's home unopened, much alone touched. However, given that you had purchased it at a garage sale, the soot contained within the cardboard didn't come as a huge surprise.

On the bottom of the crate lay a cream-colored board with the alphabet letters painted in a messy black, and settled on it is a tan planchette. The most important part of this whole thing, you’d been told–if you did it right.

Excitedly, you pawed at the ouija board and clutched it, quickly placing it on the wood and doing the same to the planchette.

“Huh,” you hummed, examining the symbol in the center of it, which seemed to resemble a circle with two mirrored ‘antlers’ around it. “...Never saw one with this before,” Though you figured it was some sort of special kind. Deep in thought about what to ask of ‘it’, you sighed, guessing that any ghost or ghoul would be interested in your uneventful life anyway. Although, It was worth a try.

With an equally excited-nervous gulp, you placed your fingers on the piece and began your pseudo-seance.

You’d started with the usual questions, not really expecting much.

“Is anyone there?” Heart racing, you swore the indicator began to vibrate, only to discover later that it was just the result of your shaking. You were never known to be a patient person, consequently after a few seconds, your hope slowly began to fade.

However, as the moment you intend to pull your fingers off the planchette nears, it moves, sluggishly, to ‘NO’.

Very funny. You thought to yourself sarcastically, but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you. It made you feel comfortable knowing that, at least, you were speaking to someone with a sense of humor (a small sense).

Your fingers scratched uncomfortably at the next question that popped to life in your head.

“Are you, uhm, evil?” the question flowed weirdly off your tongue–was that a weird thing to ask? Nevertheless what you had thought, it still replied.

‘YES’.

Coincidentally, the room’s temperature suddenly dropped, and a chilly whisper of wind whirred near your face. The instantaneous gush of air nearly blew out all the candles, your only source of light, and it’s only then you get a fix on what you’re working with.

A fucking ghost, ghoul–or whatever.

However, you don’t back down upon realization, you're only immersed deeper within wherever this was meant to go. Thus, you begin asking more…loose questions.

“What’s your name?”

Your fingers follow the piece as it slides from letter to letter.

“Suh-ku-na?” you try the word on your tongue, head nodding approvingly at the taste the name leaves in your mouth, although you can't deny how much you’re now aching to see this thing's face.

Thoughts swirl in your head as you attempt to get some possibilities of what he could possibly look like. You can’t help but begin to imagine a ridiculously attractive man in place of Sukuna, with bulging arms, a sharp jawline, plump lips…Your thighs bunch together at the thought.

But, with the instinctive urge to bunch your thighs comes the urge to pee. And lord knows you can’t ignore that thought.

So, to Sukuna’s surprise, who is watching from wherever, you get up and awkwardly waddle to the bathroom, and he’s left all by himself, with his thoughts. The same lewd ideas that’d swirled in his head the moment you picked up that damned board with your cute, mousy smile–in that short, tight skirt, all dolled up as if you knew.

Seeing that, stupidly enough, you hadn’t had half the mid to even move the planchette to ‘END GAME’ Sukuna took that opportunity to bring his fantasies to life.

Now, to your surprise, as soon as you stepped foot in your living room, a stranger stood there to greet you.

A beat of uncomfortable silence.

The longer you stared, the more…unusual Sukuna seemed as a whole. Though, he’s hot nonetheless.

Your head shifts to the side as you gawk. With four, brawny arms, body sculpted to the hilt, and a rippling abdomen, Sukuna didn’t fail to pique your interest. Thinking about it, you’d always been interested in abnormal looking men–your ex could prove that.

One of his upper hands ran through his hair; a blush pink. It oddly resembled that of the man you’d brought the board from.

“You just gonna stare?” A loud , booming voice erupts from his throat, which snaps you out of your state, only for you to become even more anxious. Sukuna feels his cock twitch at the effect his voice has on you, just from a simple sentence at that, it made him wonder what it’d do to you further down the road…

You simply stood there, edgy–which he was used to.

Lower hand on his hip, he began to slowly but surely advance towards you. Making sure he didn’t scare his prey away.

“Hey, I ain’t gonna hurt ya..’s okay,” he cooed, placing his arms up defensively. This was the first time he’d sweet-talked anyone in a millennium, and with it took his ego. Sukuna was hoping that you didn’t take this lightly.

Soon enough, with his proceeding and your backing away, you were pushed up against a nearby wall, caged within his huge body.

“I- What do you want? How did you even–” A finger to your lips.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” There was a pause, and the air filled with your erratic breathing. “All I wanna know is how tight that pussy is.”

Your body shivered with cold chills and it seemed that all you could do was look up at the huge pillar of a man. Eyes wide and mouth agape at his straightforwardness, you stuttered. “W-What?”

Sukuna’s lips tugged upwards in a smug grin. “Y’heard me.” Almost instantly, he dived into the crook of your neck, nose brushing against your supple skin as he tasted you. And yet, you didn’t push him away.

Something deep inside of you wanted this–you hadn’t had a good fuck in years.

But who knew you’d be fucking something so unnatural?

“Fuck,” he hissed, yet again halting your train of thought. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking down at what caused said sound, and audibly gasped when you did so.

You’ve had your fair share of partners and hook-ups in the past, and personally deemed yourself amateur. Though never once have you touched, let alone seen a cock as big as Sukuna’s.

He hadn’t taken his pants off, nor had you even analyzed it properly!

It baffled you, and in turn, the expression on your face fueled his ego.

“Up here, doll.”

Your gazes met as you complied with his unintentional order. Lust clouded in Sukuna’s eyes the more he gazed down at you, and as you lost yourself within the depths of his sinister, yet alluring iris’, he took his chance.

A calloused hand distractingly rubbed at the skin of your thighs, another creeping closer to your heat, though you’d noticed too late, and by the time you did, he had already pushed your panties aside.

As uncaring as Sukuna was, he gave you time to deny him. But , to his surprise and pleasure, you didn’t.

“Sukuna…” you whimpered as he slid a thick finger over the hood of your clit, collecting your essence in the process.

The way you said his name had him fighting his self restraint.

His breath caught in his throat, and his words came out in a shallow whisper.

“Hold on to me.”

“Wait, why–” Confused, you stuttered out.

Though, not even a second later, he slid inside, and it was then your question was answered.

Sukuna was so thick, huge, even thinking about the size had your head spinning. How was a size like this even possible?!

On the other hand, Sukuna was shocked–bewildered even–at how tight, how snug you felt around him. The feeling was foreign; most he’d fucked pushed his cock away, not used to his girth, though your pussy welcomed him in a blissful warmth.

“S-shit, doll. I won’t be able to last if you’re sucking me in like that,” he moaned–fucking moaned. His cheeks flushed a blush pink with embarrassment as he looked away, averting his gaze elsewhere.

Did Sukuna Ryomen really just moan?

He felt his ego diminish at the mere thought.

“‘Kuna, ‘s too much,” you whined, not even sparing the nickname that came out of your mouth a second thought. Your soft hands gripped onto his broad shoulders, as if seeking out the one thing that would save you. But, he’d inevitably be the one that destroyed you.

Overwhelming shocks of euphoria rocked incessantly into your body, and with the overpowering fullness his cock had you feeling, it proved to be too much.

And within minutes of his initial entrance, you came.

Feeling the sudden gush of liquid around him, Sukuna snickered. “Fuck–’d you just cum?”

You could tell the only purpose of him asking was to make fun of you, and a pout puckered on your lips in response.

“I haven’t done this in a while,” you murmured.

“That isn’t an excuse, princess.”

But you huffed, looking away annoyed.

Sukuna frowned. Were you really catching an attitude as he was buried deep inside you?

His lips tugged upwards in a vicious grin. This wouldn’t go unpunished.

He released an onslaught of thrusts into your cunt, driving his cock into the formerly untouchable depths inside you. He held onto your thighs, squeezing hard as he fucked up into you.

Your eyes watered and rolled back, and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist to aid his thrusts.

“F-fuck…so dee–ep,” you mewled, choking on your own saliva.

The room filled with the sporadic slap of Sukuna’s thighs to your ass, the lewd sound so loud you swore you could feel the vibrations resonate off your apartment's thin walls.

“Shut up and take it.” he hissed, head thrown back, and you audibly moaned at the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Sukuna was treating your poor cunt as if it were a pocket pussy—rutting into you without any consideration for your own pleasure, yet something about that seemed so incredibly hot.

The desire you had for this man you’d met just moments ago was unbearable.

He made you a babbling, crying mess, as your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.

But Sukuna was never finished if he weren’t finished.

Thus, it didn’t take until his orgasm came that he finally pulled out, breathing heavily and perspiration rolling down his forehead. His calloused hands soothed over the meat of your thighs, admiring how red the skin had become.

He didn’t say anything for a while, though his eyes grazed every inch of your body–was he admiring you? This was the queue Sukuna needed to go, he couldn’t believe himself!

“Wait. you’re just gonna leave?”

Sukuna grins. “Y’ want me to stay?”

You couldn’t deny how your pussy was still craving him, hell, you’d almost instantly jerked him back in when he had pulled out earlier, so you nod. Though, a better way to make him stay pops up into your mind.

“Round two?

who was gonna tell me how hard it is to write sukuna..

[aurawrawr]

Who am I to you?

Part 2

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna x afab reader x twin brother and Kingsguard Yuuji Itadori

Yuuji is married to the love of his life, not knowing that he might not be the love of her life. And what happens when a mysterious entity stomps (back) into their lives? Is he blessing or a curse?

There's a backstory. And, there will be a part 3.

Minors, DNI. WC: 4.7k

CW: talk of pregnancy, inability to conceive, PIV sex, oral (m and f receiving), creampie, breeding, menstruation, murder, violence, physical abuse (itty bitty), and just a lot of angst and yearning

"You're here again?"

In the years following Ryomen's disappearance, your favorite spot to retreat to when everything around you becomes overwhelming, is the pond. You sit on the staircase, letting the water kiss your feet and over time, prune your toes like the skin of a date fruit. Something about the movements of the waterbody, the slow wind sending ripples in motion, the sting and the chill of the night air, is so calming, it often brings you to tears. Tears you shed for nobody else.

Your husband always finds you though. You know he knows where you flee to but he always gives you ample time to compose yourself before coming to find you. Yuuji has been a gift for the last few years, tending to your every need, caring for you even though you sometimes lose yourself to the nostalgia of your adolescence. You love him. Of course, you do. You'd have been a fool not to give your heart to this man.

He's so sincere in the way he loves you. Even four years after the wedding, there has not been a single day when he demanded gratitude for saving your dignity in front of the townspeople. He still gets you flowers every day and on days, he gets sent away on duties, he moves you and your mother to a safehouse he built by himself to keep you away from the new Lord of the house.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," he lies as he settles down behind you, his knees on your sides. You lean against him and he kisses the top of your head.

"But I'm right here," you joke.

He looks over at the pond. The moon's light reflects on the rippling water, flaunting its slender waxing crescent. "You know, my love, the Moon seems to be saying something."

You know what he's talking about. "Really? What might that be?"

"That I should take my wife to bed. Shall we heed to the Moon's suggestions, my darling?"

He makes you giggle. You rest your head against his chest, giving him access to the soft and sensitive flesh of your neck. Yuuji runs his long fingers over your skin and you smile with relief. "You smell like home," he whispers. "You are home."

Yuuji leads you back into the guards' quarters, up the stairs and into the room you two share. "May I?" He asks, his fingers mere inches away from the knots that hold together your furisode.

You link your arms around your husband's neck and nod. He smiles, putting a firm kiss on your temple, grins as he eventually lands on your lips. He still gets goofy and shy, even after all this time. You work on the ties of his jinbei, pushing it over his shoulders. You push down the pants and cup the front of his fundoshi. Yuuji hums into your mouth as you continue kissing him, stroking him. His strong, labor beaten hands are on your hips, squeezing your soft skin. His breath is jittery, eyelashes shut tight in anticipation of your next move.

You lead him to your conjugal bed and sit down. Untying the knots behind his back, you let him free. "My sweet love," he chokes on his whisper as you take him in his mouth, a little bit at first, kissing and licking your way down the stem, and then in his entirety. Yuuji rests his hand on the back of your head, fixing your loose hair in place. Water sprouts at the corners of eyes as his length hits the back of your throat. He's long, not as girthy, but hits you in all the right places. He's sweet in his lovemaking, understands and prioritizes your needs over his. But you realized this very early in your marriage that when you take the lead, he is more at ease.

"Aah, my love," he moans, his grip in your hair tightening. "You're so... You're so good to me. You're so good for me. Aah. Oh. Love, let me... let me please you."

You fall back on the bed, your robes opening up to expose yourself to your husband. Yuuji kneels and dips his head in between your thighs. His mouth finds your clitoris easily; he knows his way around your body. His sincerity shines through as he eats you. All you can do is tremble and moan under his ministration, clutch his pink hair in between your fingers. "Yuu... Yuu... come here, will you?"

Yuuji heeds to your command. Cradling your head, he kisses you. His body presses against yours as he slides in. "Do you... think we'll be lucky tonight?"

You two have been trying to have a baby for over a year now. You've tracked your cycle down to the science, you've been cooking the healthiest meals for your husband and yourself, you've gone to temples to pray so you may bear a child even though you're almost certain you're an atheist.

Better not to put pressure on ourselves, my darling, that is what you want to tell him but you don't want to dampen his enthusiasm either. So you say, "I'm sure we will, love."

Your words reinvigorate Yuuji. He smooches your lips before rising to his knees. Hitching the heels of your feet over his shoulders, he gets to work. You watch as his sculpted hips roll against yours, feel him inside you, hard and pulsating, optimistic about filling you up with at least one offspring. His fingers curl around the soft give of your thighs as he thrusts, his breath all over the place, pink hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.

He's a vision when he makes love to you. A vision of delusion. For, most nights, you don't see your husband on top of you. It's him, all right, his body and his hands and his tongue but the only thing that brings you to climax each of these nights is the image of another man glued to the back of your eyelids. You've scared yourself to death on some peculiar nights when, as soon as Yuuji's head hits the pillow beside yours, spent, skin glowing from the aftermath of his pleasure, you turn to him and see Ryomen.

It's immoral, even thinking of another man in your conjugal bed. But you fear you'll forget Ryomen's face if you don't bring him to the front of your mind in these debauched ways. But, for how much longer can you keep this up? There will be a day when you won't be able to recall even the image of his lips closing in on yours on the day he left.

A reason, he had said. A reason for what?

"Everything alright, my love?"

You turn and your heart leaps into your throat. It's only Yuuji.

Yuuji touches the side of your face as he settles beside you. You didn't even realize when he was done. "Was I being too rough?" He asks.

You shake your head, calming yourself down. "No, no, I'm only concentrating on... keeping it all... inside."

Yuuji scrunches his nose. "You know, my dear, when you put it like that, it takes all the romance out of it."

You chuckle, letting your husband pull you into an embrace. "It can be a little clinical, I suppose."

"I promise it'll be relieving once we have our little bundle of joy with us," he says it so lightheartedly but you know he's been worrying about this all the time. He's the one who proposed having a child, the one who plans the trips to the temples, shops for the freshest vegetables and fruits for you, and if there's anybody who's more in pain than you when the bleeding starts, it's him. Maybe, you've often thought to yourself, he wishes to compensate his own father's misdemeanor by being a good father himself.

It has been a long time since the last emergency at the Itadori mansion so to say you were amazed when you were woken up by scattered screaming and fleeting footsteps outside your door, would be an understatement. The sunlight is slanting through the blinds of your window. Your husband is not beside you — must be up and about with his morning duties. You had bled the night before, dampening all of Yuuji's hopes again. But he had put up a smile for your sake and said, "We'll try next time, dear."

But what is this commotion?

You leave your bed lazily, taking slow steps to the door lest you may stain all your garments. Guards and servants are running around outside, as if for their lives, parents are carrying their children, some are leaving the establishment through the back door. You pull one of the familiar faces by their wrist. "What is going on?"

"There's a monster on the prowl. He's headed in the direction of the mansion. Pack your things. Leave a note for Yuuji, he'll find you later."

"A monster?"

"Yes. Huge, huge monster. With four arms and a ghastly face. He has a trident too."

Your acquaintance leaves you more confused than she found you. With a determination to find out the truth and also look for your husband, you wrap a robe around your shoulders and step out. The courtyard is jostling with people, guards and servants and guests alike; your once familiar playspace has become a foreign refugee camp. You spot Yuuji by the gates, welcoming anxious townspeople.

"What are you doing out here, my love?" He asks as soon as he sees you walking toward him, screaming over the chaos. He takes you by the arm. "Go to your mother's room and stay there. I'll be with you as soon as we figure out what this thing is."

"What is it about a monster?" You scream back.

Yuuji sighs. "I haven't seen it yet but we've received news that a huge, unrecognizable beast with four arms is on its way here."

"Here? Toward the mansion? So why is everyone gathering here? Shouldn't we be trying to escape?"

"We'll be safe here. The walls are high and the gates have recently been reinforced. Don't—"

Before Yuuji can finish his thought, the chaos around you crescendoes. The single line of people entering the Lord's establishment breaks off into multiple distributaries, and people start scattering in any direction they can find. There's a loud thump just outside, like a mountain just crash landed on the lawn outside.

There's a long pause between the thump and the next, as if the monster is waiting for everyone to settle before making an entrance. When the crowd at the gate has finally thinned, you, bravely, stick your neck out from behind your husband to catch a glimpse of the fabled beast.

A wind rises out of nowhere, lifting the usual smells of the mansion and the village up and away, and introduces something new in the air. No, not something new. Something familiar. The smell of a boy's sweat, mixed with the rain he got drenched in because he refused to use a parasol and the dirt he trained his muscles in.

Ryo. Your heart cries out from within your ribcage.

"Make way for the King of Curses." You hear a voice you don't recognize.

Yuuji guards you with one arm. His other hand seizes the hilt of the sword at his belt, ready to take action. Everyone, including you, holds their breath, waiting for the beast to appear.

With thundering footsteps, a mighty figure crosses the threshold of the court. Your breath catches in your throat. Your soul knows it's Ryomen but your eyes disagree. The towering height, four arms, thick black marks and ghastly mask aside, he looks nothing like the boy who left you. Is it really him? Is there even a semblance left of the Ryo you gave your heart to?

Before you can test your theory, the young Lord of the house stomps his way out of his mansion. Even with shaky breath at the sight of the giant, he stands his ground. "How dare... you step foot in my... my home?"

"Payback." The monster growled. There's a shadow of a voice you remember, heavily laced with another, more evil, vibratto that is unknown to you.

Like an unannounced storm, the dirt at the beast's feet rises and he leaps to where the Lord is standing, immediately grabbing him by the throat. The puny human, in his comparison, struggles to breathe but kicks in his defence nonetheless. His guards swarm the assailant, poking his thick skin with their weapons. The monster swats them away like tsetse flies with his second set of hands.

"Go to your mother's room." Yuuji pushes you back, trying his best to keep you away from what he saw as only a new curse fallen upon your daily lives. "We'll escape as soon as I find a way out of here. Go. Now."

You loosen your grasp on his arm and start tiptoeing in the direction of the quarters, your eyes fixed on the monster's form. It is Ryo. It has to be. Your heart wants to cry out his name, run into his embrace and complain to him like you used to before. Does he not recognize you? Why did he not look for you?

"Let... me... go," the Lord gurgles up through his pinched windpipe. His thrashes are growing weaker by the moment, the light from his eyes slowly being dragged out in a court full of audience.

The woman is tired so the little girl in you comes forward to take the reins. She somehow believes only you can stop him. But you're a moment too late. By the time you muster up the courage to call out his name, Ryomen has already succeeded in taking the Lord's life with his one bare hand.

"Ryo!" You scream out.

He drops the body from his grip. You know he has heard you because the eyes on his mask meet yours. You can feel several other eyes on you as well, including Yuuji's. He's confused, you can tell.

But there is no time to worry about the reactions your stunt has garnered. You start to walk toward the monster. You're only a few steps in when a sharp hit lands on your cheek, knocking you down. No hand comes to your help; everyone around is cemented in place with fear and in your husband's case, fury.

"It's Sukuna-sama for you." It's the same unfamiliar voice as before that had announced Ryomen's entry. Their words are momentarily followed by a sharp cry for help.

You look up as soon as you habituate yourself to the sting on your cheek. Ryomen, or Sukuna, or whoever the beast is, is holding the kimono-wearing, short haired person up by the scruff of their neck.

"Sukuna-sama, please. Please," they bargain for their life.

"Stick to your job, Uraume," Sukuna growls. "Lest you may lose an arm or worse, your tongue. You're no use to me if you can't chant." He lets them go, like a playtoy he's growing weary of. "Prepare my quarters. Ready the town for my coronation. Appoint my court of guards. Those are your duties. Keep yourself busy with them. Understood?"

"Ye– yes, Sukuna-sama. My apologies." They take a deep bow before facing you again.

Yuuji rushes to stand between you and Uraume but your sight is fixed on the wandering eyes of Sukuna. You're even more convinced now that it's Ryomen. With a hand on your cheek, you rise to your feet and boldly call for him again. “Ryo!” He stops. His assistant looks furious but helpless in front of their master. “Ryo, it’s me… and Yuuji. Ryo!”

“What are you doing?” Your husband stops you. “It’s not Aniki.”

“It is. Can’t you see? It’s him. Ryo!”

Some other townspeople come over and try to calm you down. “Do you have a death wish? Didn’t you see how he mercilessly killed the Lord?”

Uraume clears their throat, garnering the attention of the crowd. “The Lord you once served is dead. Sukuna-sama is now your King and your God. His wishes are orders for you all to follow. If any of you dare to disobey him, well... you just witnessed what the consequences can be. Who, might I ask, is the head of the household staff?"

"That would be me."

Heads turn to where the voice comes from. Your mother has come out of her room and with the support of her cane and a girl much younger to you, stands in between the monster and the people. Her vision has become much weaker over the last few years; she insists she can get by just fine but you grow worrisome every time she squints, stumbles against walls and drops things because she placed them at the edge of the table. If there was any residual doubt about the King of Curses being Ryomen in your mind, they're washed away when your mother, even with her blurry eyesight, asks the monster, "Will Ryoryo-chan like his old room back?"

The giant's jaw tightens. He's been caught red-handed. He can deny you but you know, he cannot deny the only woman who has given him a mother's love. But before he can respond, Utahime barges in. "I'll be taking a look at the room before deciding—"

"No need. I'll take it." Sukuna interrupts.

The crowd flocks to the shrunken body of the Lord of the past, and you and your husband eun to your mother. You run into her arms, crying, "Okaa-san, Okaa-san! Ryo... why would Ryo not recognize me?"

"My love, we're not sure it's him." Yuuji is still unconvinced.

"It is." The tears keep coming even though your mother keeps wiping them off. You rub your running nose. "It's him. I know it in my bones."

"Fine. I'll go and ask him myself." Your husband sounds a little frustrated. "If he really is my brother, I'll come back without a single scratch on my body. And if it's not, that assistant of his might send me back in a coffin."

Your heart shatters. "Yuuji, don't say that. You don't have to go. If this is the arrangement he wants to live by, we should be fine with it."

"I won't stand and watch my wife shed tears for a man, a monster, we don't know. If I die trying to find out if it really is her dearest friend, it'll still be worth it."

"Stop it." You swat at his arm. "Stop it, Yuuji, will you? There's nothing I want more in this life than your well-being."

"You!" Uraume demands your attention. You see a servant escorting your mother away while the devil's assistant walks toward you. "The servants said you lead the kitchen, do you?"

"I do."

"Come with me. You need to start preparing for Sukuna-sama's lunch."

Yuuji gives your hand a last little squeeze before heading to join his brothers in arms for cleanup, and you follow Uraume. As you walk beside them, you're drawn to notice their demure nature. The air about them is strict, poignant, commanding.

"May I ask you a question, Uraume-san?" You straighten your back.

They hum in response.

"How long have you been with Ry... Sukuna-sama?"

They look at you from the corner of their eye. "For as long as I can remember." You enter the kitchen and they make their way to the pantry. They check the vegetables for their freshness before turning, "Where's the meat?"

"The butcher will get it fresh from the poultry," You answer.

"Good. So, what you will make is–"

You interrupt. "A spicy meat and vegetables curry to go with a bowl of rice, and some sweet to go at the end. Right?"

"Make two helpings of that."

You nod. Like he has two mouths, that's what your mother always said when you three used to sit down for supper.

With an unfaltering determination and tears in your eyes, you get to work. Why won't the tears stop coming? It has been so long that you've cooked for Ryo, you want to make everything that he likes. But it would take long, you wouldn't be able to finish before lunchtime and you're afraid Uraume would scream at you again. Your cheek is still sore from her earlier admonition so you don't want to test fate.

Per the instructions given to you, you arrange the food on a tray and carry it up the stairs just after noon. Your monthly discomfort has been pushed to the recesses of your mind, overrun by the thoughts of what to cook for Ryo's dinner.

It has been so long since you've been allowed to enter this side of the mansion when this is where you had grown up, playing house on the floor of the twins' shared room, climbing out of the window, giggling with Yuuji, drawing moustaches on a sleeping Ryomen and waiting for him to wake up and scream at the two of you. You draw open the patio door and step inside. It's empty, except for a pair of pallets pushed together to make a bigger bed for the giant that Ryo has become. You place the tray of food in front of it and wait. Will you be allowed to see him now? Is that why you were given these instructions?

The door swipes open again. You tense up but immediately realize it's not Ryo. You would have recognized him in a heartbeat.

"What are you doing here?" Uraume snaps, making you flinch. Without waiting for an answer, they command, "Leave before Sukuna-sama sees you. He prefers dining alone. Come back in an hour and not a moment earlier."

You cower out of the door but don't head downstairs immediately. You know this house, its layout, both its strong pillars and its cracks. So you crouch by the patio, one eye through the slit in between it's wooden boards. On the other wall of the room, there is another door that slides open. You watch Uraume bowing deeply as a hulking figure crosses through, a red and black kimono loosely hanging around his torso.

Finally, you get the opportunity to examine this new Ryomen. What did he do to himself? How does one grow a second pair of arms in the span of five years?

"Sukuna-sama, your lunch has been served. Might I be of any service during your meal?" Uraume speaks at the floor.

"When did you have the time to cook?"

"It was not me, my Lord, but one of the household staff. The woman from earlier who dared to–"

"Leave."

Without any further conversation, Uraume exits the room. You watch with your hand clasped at your chest as Ryomen takes a seat and you wonder if the rush in his step is just something you're imagining. Could it be that he is just as elated to consume the meal that you cooked as you were while cooking?

"You... how dare you?"

Your back stiffens at the voice behind you. Uraume towers over you, glaring down, rheir voice hushed. "I told you to leave and you're still here, eavesdropping and worse, peeping. You would be dead by now if and only if it weren't for Sukuna-sama. Now get out of here before I change my mind."

"Please," you beg. "Please let me see him once. Please."

"Do you wish to be dragged out of here by your hair?"

"Please."

"Leave. Now."

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The first night upon Aniki's return, she cried and complained and threw a fit. Her heart was breaking from having her best friend returned to her but not in the state she wanted. To be fair to her state of mind, I still don't know why Aniki chose to not recognize any of us. Which is why, I am out tonight to get my own answers. As his brother and recently anointed Commander of the Kingsguard, I am certain I wouldn't be killed. But that's not enough.

I'm looking for solutions to my wife's melancholy. And if he really is my brother, my protective and ever pampering big brother, then I have a request.

I pass by the kitchen with nimble steps, up the stairs, across the quarters of the witchy person who insists they're only protecting Aniki and stop just short of a few steps in front of the room. Our room. The room Aniki and I grew up in, the one he has hogged all to himself now. How selfish! Not that I would sleep in any room where my wife isn't there beside me but he could have at least asked.

A chill goes down my spine, halting me before I take another step. What is this force, this power? Where is it even coming from?

I turn to my right and there he is, a giant with four arms standing at the edge of the floor, leaning on the recently reinforced iron railings. It is still hard to believe this is the brother I have always known to be kind and benevolent, who has now killed at least one person.

Now that I'm here, how do I approach him? From the looks of it, he hasn't figured out I'm here. This is exactly how I used to pull all my pranks on him. Fine, then. A prank, it is.

I take a couple of careful steps in his direction. He seems to be completely lost in some thought. Pausing, I call out. "Aniki?"

"Hmm?" There it is, my brother’s trademarked grunt. It's followed by a jolting up of his spine and a long sigh. The incredible force of power eases in the atmosphere around me. When he turns, I finally see my brother. His face may have become something unrecognizable but that guilty smirk on his face — I've been seeing it since we were three.

"Caught me."

"So it really is you. She was right all along."

Aniki only smiles, the two eyes on his mask zoning in on my face in a manner of scrutiny. "Leave if you're here to talk about her."

"Why? Does she not deserve to know her friend has returned? Does she not deserve to see you?"

"She shouldn't have to see me just because I have returned. Not like this."

"Aniki." I walk up to him. He's so much taller than me now, and so much bigger. "I won't ask what happened to you in the last few years but now that you're here, I expect you to be a brother for me. And a friend for her. Are you planning on leaving again soon? Because if not, how do you plan to ignore us for the rest of our lives?"

"I am doing just fine. It is you lot that has been pestering me and Uraume."

"And, rightfully so. I deserve to celebrate my brother's return. My wife deserves to know her cooking is being cherished by her friend."

He scoffs. "Your wife, huh?" I nod. "How was the wedding?"

"Simple. We had to rush it so the... well, the then Lord couldn't interfere. I wanted to wait for you but thankfully we didn't. What if you were never going to come back? I'd have never gotten to marry the love of my life."

"The love of your life?" He smiles and I can't nudge the feeling that there's a hint of woe on his face. It's gone in an instant though, replaced by a cheery spirit. "So where are the children? All the brats I've seen running around in the yard are those of the servants. Do I not get to see my nephews and nieces?"

"We haven't had any yet," I inform, gearing up for my turn to question.

"Why not? I remember you telling me you wanted a whole gang to play kemari with. Didn't know it was her you wanted to be their mother." He continues when I only reply with a hum. "So what happened? Were you waiting for me to come back and give you permission to fuck your wife?"

"Not permission but... I might need your help."

"How can I help, Yuuji?"

"You see, Aniki... I think the problem is me. I... I can't really explain it but... will you please have a child with her?"

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The Doll House - A Nanami x Reader Fanfic Part 4 (Final)

Despite your crippling fear of men, your family sells you to the Doll House. Luckily, you end up with the handsome, gentlemanly Nanami as your trainer, and he’s about to show you how great a man can be.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Nanami’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Daddy kink. Hair pulling. Fingering. Divider by @benkeibear!

“Whaaaat?!” 

Your voice comes out louder than you expected as your jaw practically hits the floor. Your aunt shows up out of nowhere, on your birthday, right after a magical date with Nanami, and tells you she’s taking you home? Why now? Scratch that, why did she sell you off in the first place?

You’ve wanted desperately to go home since the moment she dumped you out here, so this should be everything you want. But… Nanami just asked you to be his doll, for the entire ten years! Being with a man you’ve fallen in love with is something you never realized you wanted until now. 

Two things you want desperately, offered to you at the same time, but you can only choose one. 

Your heart and head are getting confused. Everything is happening too fast. 

Your aunt looks at you and smiles, as if she didn’t just abandon you. “I figured four weeks would be enough. Looks like I was right. Look at you, all dressed up, going to dinner with a man.”

“Enough for what?” you ask, feeling strangely numb. 

“Enough to fix your little man-fearing problem,” she says, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. “No niece of mine was going to stay hidden away in her room for the rest of her life, playing those silly games and reading those silly books.”

You stare at her in disbelief. “So, you sent me here to get me over my fear of men?” She nods, and suddenly you feel angry. “How could you?! Do you know how scared I was? I almost jumped out a window!”

“Now, now, don’t get snippy with me,” she says, not seeming to take your words seriously at all. “We can discuss all this privately. The owner has been kind enough to loan us one of the empty rooms for the night so we can finalize the termination of the contract. Come along.”

She walks off down the hall as if she owns the place, leaving you in stunned silence. You look over at Nanami, who has remained quiet this whole time, probably thinking it would be rude to interrupt a family discussion. 

For a brief moment, a look of hurt passes over his face, but then he smiles warmly at you and says, “You get to go home. That’s what you’ve wanted all along, right? I’m happy for you.”

“But-“

“Please forget what I said earlier. Your place is with your family. You don’t belong here, being someone else’s property. Go and live your life.”  

With that, he leans down and kisses your cheek, and then he’s gone, back to his room. You hear his door close, and it feels like he’s shut you out. 

Left alone, you feel even more overwhelmed and confused. Should you go after Nanami? You don’t even know what you want. First of all, you think you should talk to your aunt before making any serious decision. 

You walk down the familiar hallway and find only one door open. Inside, your aunt is sitting in a chair, your doll contract in her hands. She’s reading it over, probably for the tenth time. She’s always been very detail-oriented about things like this. 

When you walk in and shut the door behind you, she looks up. “Don’t worry, the fees for breaking the contract are small,” she says. “There won’t be any problems.”

You’ve read the contract already. You know the fees are most definitely not small, though maybe they are for someone like her. 

“Aunt Rina, did you really send me here just so I could get over my fear?”

She places the contract on the nearby table and crosses her legs. “Of course, honey. And it fixed you right up, didn’t it?”

“But what if I’d gotten stuck with some brute who would abuse me? How could you take that kind of risk with my safety?” you ask, struggling to keep your tone even, controlled. You’re trying to mimic Nanami. 

She scoffs. “Do you think I didn’t extensively research this place, and Nanami Kento specifically, before bringing you here?”

You blink in surprise. “Nanami? You mean you planned for him to be my trainer?”

“I most certainly did,” she replies, looking pleased with herself. “He looks just like that cartoon man you loved so much when you were younger. Prince whatshisname. And after looking into him, he turned out to be perfect. I even spoke with several dolls he’s trained, and all of them had lovely things to say about him. They said he cares about consent, that he’s a wonderful lover, and just generally a prince of a man. I knew he could fix you, so I made sure he was available before bringing you in.”

She keeps using that term. “Fixing”. To her, you’re just a project that needed repairs. You clench your fists at your sides but keep your voice at a calm level. “Aunt Rina, I know you probably meant well, in your own way, but that wasn’t your decision to make. Especially not without even discussing it with me first. Even though Nanami has been wonderful to me, those first few days were hell for me. I was so scared, and I thought I had no family to turn to, because you had abandoned me.”

For the first time, a glimmer of something like guilt flashes in Aunt Rina’s eyes. “I was only trying to help you,” she says, half guilty, half defensive. “You’re such a smart, beautiful young woman. It seemed a shame to watch you rot away.”

You walk over and place one hand on her shoulder. “I understand what you’re saying, but you still didn’t have the right to make that choice for me. And the truth is, whether I’m afraid of men or not, I’m still going to be playing my games and reading my books. Getting over my fear won’t change who I am. You keep wanting to ‘fix me’, but I don’t need to be fixed. Not in the way you mean.”

Aunt Rina opens her mouth to say something, but she stops herself. She watches as you reach down and pick up the contract, then fold it neatly. 

“What are you doing?” she asks, looking alarmed. 

You tuck the contract into your bra, having no pockets on the dress. “I’m making my own decision for once. I’m choosing how I want to live my life.”

She stands up. “As a doll?! As some man’s plaything?”

“Not ‘some man’, Aunt Rina. The man I love.”

Before she can reply, you leave the room, hoping it’s not too late to take Nanami up on his offer.

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Nanami closes the book in his lap and sighs. He can’t focus on the words at all. His eyes keep drifting over to the empty chair across from him, to the book she’d just started last night, lying untouched on the table. He didn’t realize how much he would miss her comforting presence, the way her face lit up as she read. 

Should he have fought for her? Begged her to stay with him? No, that would have been unfair to her. She never wanted to be a doll in the first place, and that sort of life really didn’t suit her. She had a family and a home to return to, and he wouldn’t dream of trying to force her to give that up. He wouldn’t even ask, so as not to put her in a difficult position. 

Still… he‘ll miss her. 

A few minutes ago, he bagged up her belongings and sat them neatly in the hall. He hopes she’ll quietly take them and leave. He’s not sure he could bear seeing her again, saying goodbye to her. If he sees her face, hears her voice, he might not be able to resist asking her to stay. 

Just as he’s standing up to get ready for bed, he hears a knock at his door. He freezes in place, listening. Then, he hears her sweet voice carry through the door. 

“Nanami? Can we talk?”

He doesn’t answer. He can’t answer. He knows it’s cowardly, but he can’t face her, can’t face the coming farewell. 

“Nanami? K… Kento?”

She’s never called him by his given name before, and his heart races at the sound of it. Why does it have to sound so lovely coming from her mouth? 

There’s a pause, and then she asks, “Are you asleep?”

He doesn’t make a sound, afraid she’ll hear him and know he’s awake. So he waits, and waits, not moving, barely breathing, until it’s been so long that he’s certain she’s gone. Then he exhales a heavy breath and walks over to the door. He slowly cracks it open, and finds no one in the hall. She must have given up and gone to sleep. A tiny, selfish part of him wishes she’d still been there at his door, waiting for him. Surprisingly, her belongings are still on the floor, untouched. Did she not realize what they were?

Nanami closes the door again, locks it, then leans his back against it, eyes downcast. He can faintly smell her perfume. He was right to not open the door for her. It was taking every ounce of his strength to keep from marching straight to the room she’s sharing with her aunt and demand that she choose him. 

The snow is picking up outside. He can hear the frigid wind blowing past his window. He wonders if she’s watching the snow, and at that very moment, he realizes it’s not just the wind he hears. 

Something is banging on his window. 

He looks up in surprise, and between the heavy brown curtains he can just make out a hand pressed against the glass. 

Nanami rushes over and throws the curtains back. There, shivering at his window, red dress billowing around her in the snowy wind, is his doll. He hurriedly opens the window, ignoring the gust of snow hitting him in the face. “What are you doing?!” he yells, taking one of her arms and pulling her inside. He glances out the window behind her and sees a small end table from the welcome room. Did she really drag it outside in the cold and use it to climb up?

Her dress is damp from the snow, and beneath it, she’s wearing chunky black boots. “Are those… Choso’s boots?”

“I borrowed them,” she says, her teeth chattering. “Didn’t want to do this in heels.”

Nanami rushes to his closet and pulls out a coat, then wraps it around her shoulders. “Back to my original question,” he says, “what are you doing?”

“You wouldn’t open your door,” she tells him, seeming unusually bold. “This was my only other idea.”

He’s trying to decide how to respond to that when she reaches into the neckline of her dress and pulls out a folded piece of paper. 

“Here’s my contract,” she says, holding the paper out to him. “Take it, and make me yours!”

Nanami stares at the contract in her hand, but doesn’t take it. “I can’t. You belong with your family. I don’t want to make you-“

“You’re not making me do anything!” she says forcefully. “For the first time in my life, I’m making an important choice for myself. I’m choosing you! Please don’t cheapen that by suggesting that you’re somehow making me do this.”

Nanami looks at her face, into her eyes. He sees nothing but determination and resolve. No doubts, no fear. She’s still holding the contract out to him. His face relaxes as the tension leaves his body. “I can’t take your contract now. The Doll House owns it until your training is complete.”

She blinks and lowers her arm. “Really?”

“Yes. So hold onto it until then.”

Her eyes flick from the contract in her hands to his face. “Does that mean you’ll still keep me?”

He smiles at her. “I’d be honored to officially have you as my doll.”

She squeals in delight and throws her arms around his neck, his coat slipping off her shoulders and falling to the floor. His hands automatically move to her back, rubbing it gently through the silky material of the dress as he tilts his face down to kiss her. 

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You’ve never been so happy before. You fell in love with your trainer, and the feeling is mutual. Now you get to spend the next ten years as his doll. You can’t imagine a more perfect life. 

The two of you have been wrapped in each other’s arms for nearly ten minutes straight, kissing and smiling. But you’ve noticed a few things: Nanami’s kisses are getting deeper, his hands are slowly sliding your dress up your body, and there’s a rock hard bulge in his pants. 

You raise your arms to let him pull the dress over your head, then you step out of Choso’s oversized boots, giggling at the memory of the other trainer’s confused face when you asked to borrow them. Nanami eagerly helps you out of your underwear, then unbuttons his shirt. You watch him pull the fabric off his shoulders, holding your breath without realizing it. Then he’s removing his pants, somehow looking classy even as he steps out of them one leg at a time. 

Once fully undressed, he takes your hand and leads you to the bed. He kisses you once more before taking his place on the mattress, sitting up with his back against the brass headboard. He gently tugs you into his lap, facing away from him, and then his hands are moving all over you, softly groping your thighs and breasts. You lean back against his chest, and his mouth finds your neck. You breathe out a sigh as his hand slips down between your legs, his fingers brushing over your clit. He rubs tiny circles into it until you’re moaning and shuddering in his lap, your pussy dripping wet. 

He pushes you forward until your elbows are almost touching the bed in front of you, your ass raised slightly. Then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back and onto his cock. You gasp as he enters you, this position allowing him to go especially deep. His hands on either side of you guide your movements, so that you’re thrusting back onto him, feeling him hit your sweet spot each time. 

One of his hands leaves your hip and moves up to your neck, where he rubs across your skin, gathering your hair in his fist. He pulls, forcing your back to arch and his cock to shove even deeper into you. You cry out, your body stretching to its limit in various ways. “Ahhh, s-so deep, Daddy!”

He uses your hair to turn your head, so that you’re facing him as he leans around to kiss you. “Such a good girl for me,” he says, his other hand finding your clit again. 

When the pleasure overwhelms you, you stop fucking yourself on his cock for a moment, catching your breath. He firmly tugs your hair, saying, “Don’t slow down, not until you’re full of my cum.”

Fuck, he’s hot when he’s forceful. 

“Sorry, Daddy,” you say with a shaky voice, resuming your thrusts. “It just… feels so good…”

His fingers relentlessly pleasure you as he keeps a tight grip on your hair, keeping your upper body leaning back against him. The stimulation is too much, and you quickly cum, panting and moaning, your whole body quivering. 

But you don’t stop moving, wanting to make Nanami feel as good as you do, wanting to feel his warm cum inside you. Clenching around him, you tilt your face up to kiss him again, deeply, your tongue running over his. It doesn’t take long for him to twitch inside you, and you feel him shudder as his grip on your hair tightens and his cock presses in deeper than ever. He cums into your pussy, filling you to the brim with his warmth. 

Afterward, the two of you are lying in bed, you wrapped in his arms. His hands are idly rubbing your shoulders as he kisses the top of your head. 

“I thought I’d lost you,” he says, his voice quiet. 

“Never,” you say. 

He lets out a sigh, sounding comfortable and content. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than you outside my window.”

You look up at him. “Seriously? I thought I looked desperate.”

He smiles down at you. “I thought you looked like a dream, like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You blush and bury your face in his chest. “I’ll talk to my aunt tomorrow,” you say, changing the subject. “I’m the one who signed the contract so she has no say in the matter, but I want to explain things to her anyway. She was wrong to do what she did, but she did raise me.”

“Of course,” he says. There’s a pause, then he adds, “Once your training is over, and I take possession of your contract, I’m going to rip it up.”

You sit up in alarm. “What? Why?”

“I don’t want you to be bound to me because of a legal document,” he tells you. “I want you to stay with me because you choose to. And besides… ten years isn’t nearly enough.”

You grin, snuggling back up to him. “I’ll always choose you. Ten years from now. A hundred years from now. I love you.”

End. 

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[skunaskitten]

The Affair chapter 6

AU: human ceo sukuna x female reader

Contains: cheating, lying, yelling, angry sukuna, Sad sukuna, heart broken, depression, drinking,

Summary: Sukuna had lost everything he could ever want. He let you slip through his fingers and did not fix anything before it all came crashing, now he sits alone to himself.

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chapter 5 ch6 chapter 7

 Sukuna woke up to see the early sun through the curtains of your window. A smile filled his face when he felt you still laying beside him asleep in his arms. Feeling your warmth and naked body pressed against him. He was enjoying his time with no care in the world but reality soon crushed everything. His wife. He told her he was coming back late, not the next day.

 He sat up quickly out of bed panicking which startled you awake when he got out of bed rushing to put his clothes on mumbling curses. "Sukuna? What happened?" He looked at you and said "I am late for work."

 You sat up holding the blanket against you seeing the bracelet he wore the whole time during sex. You are happy he likes it so much not to take it off. Sukuna got his pants on then walked over to you grabbing your face pressing his lips to yours. "I will see you later sweetheart go back to sleep." You slid out of the bed keeping the blanket around you and followed him out to the front door watching him put on his shirt and jacket he dropped on the floor as you picked up your clothes. A smile grew on your face after he left.

 When sukuna got to his building he hurried to the elevator and went into the home to hear how quiet it was. He looked around not seeing his wife then went into the room thinking she was asleep but still no sign of her. He rubbed the back of his neck and got dressed ready for work feeling bad for leaving you so soon. 

 Sukuna walked out into the hall then saw his wife walking out from her office and smiled at him. "Hey darling, I am going out for a while. Going to hang out with the girls I hadn't seen since before the trip." He smirked and said "alright then have fun." She gave him another smile and walked over to him placing a long kiss to his lips then bit his lower lip pulling it slightly. She pulled away from him giving him a wink then left him alone in the room with some of his employees staring at him. "What?! Go back to work!"

 When yami walked to her car she pulled out her phone and looked at the info that was sent to her from last night. "Let's go pay this little whore a visit."

 As you cleaned the apartment and started to reorganize your bookshelf out in the living room you heard a knock at your door. Curious as to who it is but also happy hoping it was sukuna. You ran to the door and opened it to see a woman standing there with her arms crossed. She looked like someone of high status as she smiled at you but you didn't know who she was until you looked at her face longer. 

  You were shocked to finally realize who she is, Sukuna's ex wife but you didn't know why she was here.

 "Hello you must be the little home wrecker." You raised an eyebrow saying "excuse me?" 

 She went through her purse and handed over a magazine to you. You snatched it from her hand and looked at the cover and your eyes widened in shock. On the page a picture of you and sukuna during the date. You were so confused why you and him would be on a magazine.

 "Do you not get it? I don't know what he sees in you. Let me explain it to you. Ryomen Sukuna is a ceo of a company and married to me. You and him had got caught in this little affair with you. All he sees you as is just a getaway from his stressful life, nothing more. He is married, why would he ever want you to be in his life. He is using you."

You snapped squeezing the magazine. "Go the fuck away! You are lying, he told me that you are his ex that always harassed him. Why should I ever believe anything you say." She laughed and said "honey read the magazine. If you still don't believe anything, why don't you look up his life and go ask him yourself. Though I doubt after this if he ever wants to see you again."

 You growled  saying "don't ever come near me and my man again you had your chance i guess you are not good anymore seems like you became useless to want me." She was about to come at you with angering her eyes but you slammed the door in her face and locked but you started feeling the tears start to form. "It's not true. Kuna never would lie to me." 

 You went back to your room and looked through the page reading about the questions if this was an affair happening or just a meeting. You swallowed a lump in your throat then pulled out your laptop to search for his name. 

 Feeling your heart race and nerves spike, with a shaky hand you clicked on different sites to see who he really was. Pictures of him showed up in his suits and business meetings with other men next to him. His dazzling smirk showing off and pink hair styled laying back across his head. Your heart felt like it stopped beating and started to crack.

 The many headlines you saw of their marriage and pictures recently of them together at after parties. "Ryomen.." your voice cracked as you closed the laptop and pushed it aside feeling your tears begin to leak from your eyes. "This is not real, it can't be."  You put on a sweater, taking your phone and the magazine then left your apartment to get answers. 

 Finding the name of his company was easy so you took a train to the area trying to keep your eyes away from other passengers not wanting them to see how upset you were. When you got there walking up to a tall building with the names of malevolent shrine in glowing red letters. You took a deep breath feeling the anger rise as you walked through the doors and came up to the front desk.

 A woman saw you and smiled asking if you had a meeting or here for another matter. 

 "Let me see ryomen sukuna." She looked at you and said "I am sorry miss but no one can not see mr sukuna unless it's a business meeting."

 You cut her off talking louder "I need to see him now tell him y/n is here to see him who knows who that is." She rolled her eyes then picked up a phone pressing on the number pad and said "hello sir some here by the name of y/n is here to see you."

 Sukuna heard the name and froze with a shock of the world stopping. "Send her up to me."

 He hung up and stood up from his desk. How the hell did you find him? Do you know who he is now? He fixed his tie leaning against the front of his desk looking at his doors waiting for you to walk through. A security guard opened the door as you walked through as it closed behind you. 

 The world stopped as he stared at you but then he smirked saying "well hello there sweetheart I am surprised you found me."

"Shut up sukuna." 

 He raised his eyebrows hearing your tone and it didn't sound happy. Fuck.

 "Do not talk until you answer my question. Are you married?"

 Sukuna felt his heart drop. So you found out. He went to say something then looked away from you. He could not look at you feeling the guilt.

"Yes."

 Tears filled your eyes as you squeezed the magazine then threw it at him. He looked at it then to you not knowing how you got one of those, he stopped those from being produced  so how did you end up with one.

 "I fucking can not believe this. You lied to me! You used me played with my fucking heart! All to get away from your marriage! How long were you going to do this to me?!"

 His jaw clenched as he swallowed heard he wanted to speak but he was feeling fear for the first time. Fear of hurting you more, fear of never being happy again. The fear of losing you.

"Beautiful please believe me I love you."

 "Do not call me that! You don't love me. Because if you did you would not be using me for your pleasure. Was this all a lie?"

 Sukuna walked a little closer to you and said "no none of my feelings for you were a lie I do really love you. Please believe me. All those moments we shared together. Yes at first it was just a way to finally be free again to do what I want but then that moment in my car I fell in love I was scared to admit. But it slipped because that is how I truly felt about you and I knew I fucked up by loving you."

 You stared at him feeling tears roll down your cheeks. 

 "So I was a fuck up then. Just another thing in your rich ass life to use. I knew I shouldn't have fallen for you. I should have just ran away but I was finally happy to be with someone who cared about me. To finally think that I could have a family and life where I can come home to be with a beautiful man that I love. Thanks for destroying that dream Mr. Sukuna."

 Sukuna saw you turn away crying, breaking apart in front of him. 

"No, don't say that. I told you I was not good for you. My marriage is nothing but a cash grab it was arranged I didn't feel loved in this fucking marriage. When I got older I wanted to feel that romance that heart throbbed moments. Then I ran into you and I could not believe who I found. I finally found that woman that makes my heart throb. Please listen to me. You are all I want, all I need."

 You shook your head looking at him and gazed at the bracelet still on his wrist and it made your heart tear in half. 

 "Sukuna to know you were married going home to your wife fucking her when you were ignoring me spending time with her. It hurts. It does not make you better that you went behind her back and did it. She told me who you were. I am glad she did before we did something stupid."

 You turned away from him saying "goodbye sukuna" and started to walk away from him. Sukuna did not want you to walk out of his life, he wanted to fix it. He walked to you quickly grabbing your wrist.

"No you are not leaving. Please stay."

 You tried to pull your arm out of his grasp. "Ryomen let me go! I don't want you any more! We are over sukuna!"

 He shook his head giving pleading eyes. "Stay with me I will file for a divorce then I can show you how much you mean to me please. Yesterday when we slept together I wanted to get you pregnant because I want that life with only you."

 You growled feeling yourself snap hearing how selfish he is he wouldn't let you go and you wanted to be alone for good. "Y/n do not leave!"

 Suddenly in a blurr sukuna heard a smack and a stinging pain on his cheek then let you go staring at you with wide eyes. You looked at him and everything between you two fell silent. Seeing the red mark form on his face, your heart twisted, feeling hurt from everything and feeling bad for hitting him. Tears spilled out as your lip quivered then you finally moved away, whimpers came out as you ran out of his office. 

 Sukuna stood there staring at the door letting you run out of his life. You ran past people out of the building hiding your face away from people in his building questioning what had happened.

 His hand went into his hair gripping it feeling his heart shatter this pain was worse than anything he felt. "Fuuuck!" Sukuna yelled out and gripped one of the chairs, throwing it and hearing some glass break. Going by his desk he swiped everything off of it yelling. He is upset with himself and his life, angry more at the fact he hurt you after he promised to keep you safe and happy. 

 He slammed his hands on his desk hearing his door open. Satoru had come in hearing the noise and talk already going around the place, seeing the office destroyed. "Get out!" Sukuna yelled and turned to see his friend standing there shocked. But gojo was even more frozen because for the first time in his life with sukuna he saw a tear roll down his cheek.

 When you got home you threw your stuff down onto the floor and looked around not knowing what else to do. You just finally broke down as you dropped in bed crying your heart out. Yelling at the world but into your pillow. Why did this all happen? 

 Sukuna wasn't done with his anger after gojo had told him to go and he will clean up the mess, sukuna went straight to his home and slammed the door hard catching the attention of his dear wife. 

"Yami!" His voice roared through the home.

 She came out with a smile but then saw the state he was in, the red puffy eyes hair a mess and she smirked knowing what happened.

"Hey sukuna what happened to you? You look like a mess."

 "Dont fucking play this bull shit game with me yami. You knew about me and y/n. So you chose to fuck with my life and confront her." His eyes flared with anger.

 She giggled saying "sukuna you are a business man no need to be fucking around with little gold digger sluts like her." 

 Sukuna threw his fist into the wall leaving a dented shape of his fist into it staring at his wife. "Do not ever talk about her like that. She will always be more of a woman than you."

 She gulped looking at the wall then to him.

 "We are getting a divorce now!"

"But sukuna, it was arranged for our companies. If you back out now my father won't be happy and he will take that half away from you. Think about the business, think about other people for once. Think about the money you will lose."

 He growled at her and stalked towards her. "I am thinking of other people. I am thinking about her and my life. I never asked for this fucking marriage I want a wife who does not see me as a bank. I want a wife like her."

 She crossed her arm looking away saying "I don't see the point she won't take you back now."

 Sukuna felt the jab at his heart and yelled out "get the fuck out of my home! I am done!" She flinched from his voice and went into the room packing a few suitcases as sukuna sat in the living room waiting for her to leave. She came back out with two cases and said "ryomen please take care of yourself. I do say you make a great husband." All he did was growl.

 When she finally left, Sukuna was alone. He looked around then put his face into his hands and ran them through his hair. After sitting there for a few minutes he stood up taking a deep stuttered sigh feeling his chest ache and eyes red, glazing over with his tears. 

"Fuck every one."

 Sukuna walked into the bedroom and started to go through all the stuff, putting the rest of yami's things into trash bags and taking it to the front door. 

 He sat in front a window with a drink in hand staring at the city life, the bottle next to his feet trying to hold back tears with his hand wrapped up in a bandage feeling the pain but nothing compared to the hole in his heart. The shame he felt for all this he wanted to hide away from the world feels the spirits even watching him and looking down on him. Sukuna got up sucking in a breath and picked up the bottle tossing it into the sink with the glass cup and went into his room.

 The room now was filled with just his stuff and himself. Not even you to lay with him. Sukuna sat on his bed staring at the bracelet feeling his chest ache as he ran his fingers over the gold tiger. He had never taken off this bracelet ever since you gave it to him. 

 "Y/n I am sorry. I really don't deserve you any more for the pain I put you through." 

 He untied the rope to the bracelet and took it off feeling guilty for even doing this action then placed it on his table. While he laid in bed he couldn't sleep. He stayed awake staring at everything in the room. Thinking of just getting up to see you, to pull you into him and kiss you to try to make up with you. But the look you gave him seeing your broken heart he will not be able to see you without breaking down and begging on his knees.

 His heart and body wanted you next to him to feel your warmth. To make his pain go away. To see you smile and feel your lips on his skin. 

 "Why does this hurt so much?" He rested an arm over his face not wanting the world to see him shed silent tears over a woman he fell so deeply in love with and watched a s he shattered her heart.

ahh my heart. Sukuna and the reader poor babies. Finally his wife is gone.

[anaer]

wip wednesday (july 10 24)

even more time travel fix it fuck it up fic in which gojo ends up back in time and decides its time for a hostile takeover sukugo/stsg, rating: its true love actually

It was, as Gojo had established multiple times this morning with Suguru, September. Sure, Sukuna didn’t know him yet, but that didn’t mean everything was lost. He was ready this time. Yuji would eat the finger in June. That meant he had nine whole months to plan, and everything was going to be perfect. None of this getting sealed bullshit, no letting his second favourite sweets café get destroyed with Shibuya, but most importantly: he was going to impress Sukuna before Sukuna killed him.

Gojo decided then and there: he would stop at nothing to get into Ryoumen Sukuna’s pants.

Well. Maybe he’d stop at the destruction of all society; he had some limits.

Maybe.

First things first: Gojo still wasn’t entirely sure of everything that had led to the end. He needed to sort that out. The empty space on the back wall looked perfect for his needs. With a grin, he fired off a quick message to Ijichi with his requests. The hapless manager stumbled in some time later with an armful of Daiso bags and confusion written over his face.

“What took you so long?” Gojo demanded, taking all the bags from him to dump everything out on the floor. “Do you know how long ago I sent you that list? The world could have ended because you took your time.”

“I didn’t take my time!” Ijichi protested. “I only took half an hour—”

Gojo stopped rifling through craft supplies to point a finger at the manager. “Don’t talk back when I’m scolding you.”

Ijichi made a tiny, terrified noise. Irritating, but predictable. He pulled out the giant index cards from the pile and a red marker (the color of Sukuna’s eyes) and got to work. He scribbled furiously, a card for every event he remembered, from the most recent (‘Sukuna kills me’ with a heart drawn around it) to the most impactful (a very cute illustration of Yuuji eating the finger) to the closest in time to now (‘Suguru’s a dumbass’ and a purposely bad doodle of him shooting red at Suguru’s dumb body).

While he was in the middle of drawing a brain sawing open Suguru’s tiny head, Ijichi cleared his throat. “Umm…Gojo-san…what are you doing…?”

Gojo looked at him like he was stupid. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he said. “I’ve got nine months until Sukuna’s back, if everything goes right, and a little over a year until he kills me. I’m making a timeline.”

Ijichi cleared his throat. “Uh…right.”

His timeline finished, Gojo moved onto the next most important thing. It would take some time to figure out what he needed to change and what he should keep the same, but the most important goal, he wrote in large, bright purple print:

FUCK SUKUNA.

Gojo grinned to himself and added in a little penis. “Anyway, Japan also gets destroyed next year, and I’d like to avoid that, if possible.”

“You just wrote,” Ijichi cleared his throat again, fidgeting nervously, voice going up in pitch with each word, “fuck Sukuna on a card labelled...goals?”

This time, he glared at Ijichi, obvious even through the cloth wrapped around his eyes. “I can multitask.”

“Yes, definitely. Of course you can!” he hurried to agree. “Just…Sukuna as in…Ryoumen Sukuna?”

Why was this so hard for Ijichi to wrap his mind around? Gojo had been very clear talking to him this morning. “Yes, obviously.”

“Who died a thousand years ago? And is just…fingers now?”

“Is there another Sukuna you know of?”

Ijichi adjusted his glasses, face pale like he was two steps away from fainting. “No,” he said. “Just…clarifying.” He took two shaky steps back. “I have to…uh…I needed to…talk to Ieiri-san about…” A quick bow, and he exited the room without saying anything else.

God, Ijichi was so fucking weird sometimes. He pulled out another card, stuck his tongue out as he contemplated what else he knew he wanted to do for certain, and then cackled loudly as he scrawled ‘Kill the Higher Ups’ with a flair. And a smiley face. Even if it wouldn’t impress Sukuna, it would make him happy. It had last time.

[madaqueue]

HI QUINN!! 🫂🤍 i must ask how visiting a rage room goes for you and ur f/os 🥺 which one gets the most heated ?? which one of you takes the longest to warm up to it (maybe tosses a bottle first… it lightly hits the ground..) HSJSN omg and which pair is the loudest overall >:O HOW IS IT IN GENERAL !!!!!!!

HIIIII MY MOST BELOVED ZEVIE!!!!!!!! OK I WAS SAVING THIS UNTIL MY COMPUTER GOT FIXED AND I COULD PROPERLY TYPE IT OUT (i have been formatting everything on my phone for weeks..... i am insane) BUT IT IS WORKING AGAIN SO I AM HERE !!!!!! I LOVE THIS QUESTION SM I LOVE YOU OK OK OK LET'S GET INTO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOOOOOOO. satoru. my insane little man. i think he gets SILLY with it, at first. he's like "ok suuuure i'll toss a bottle whatever" and watches it hit the wall....but then....he has a moment of like "wait....that felt....good". and then he's just THROWING THINGS like i am talking insane smile and giggling and hurling shit across the room SDLKLFKNVLKSJIDF like bro gets INTO IT!!!!!!!!! and we are having fun and just being stupid and randomly smashing things together!!!!!!

sukuna OBVIOUSLY loves it (tbh it was probably his idea), he tries to flex how strong he is by breaking stuff with his hands for SURE.... and he tries to play it off like "oh wow this stuff is so fragile whatever" but when i'm turned around and he kicks a piece of wood in half and i don't see it this man starts POUTING !!!!!! very "baby :(( why didn't you watch" SLDKJFSLKFJSLKDJ so then i have to sit and watch him play for the rest of the time HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

also i think suguru and choso would be like moderately into it???? like they'd throw things but we mostly go for me :3

ok ALSO.....since you sent this i have been obviously a little insane abt childe....... and i think he and i would have FUNNNN

LIKE OK HEAR ME OUT i think this man would 'accidentally' throw something near me, i dodge it and throw something back at him and he's all 'ooooh is that all you've got?' SLDKFJLSKDFJSL (cocky motherfucker fr) AND THEN it just turns into us basically snowball fighting with the objects in there HAHAHAHAHAHAHA and we're both sweating and laughing and lowkey feel SO MUCH BETTER afterwards :33

SLDKFJSLKDFJ ANYWAYS I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS WAS SO CUTE........and now i think the two of us have to go to a rage room and play >:3

[ridiasfangirlings]

Hello! Been a while since I sent an ask about this AU. Continuing the Fushimi-Sukuna-Yata gaming friends - the clans are having a meeting since they all decided to help fix up the stuff that went wrong after the incident in the finale. After the meeting, everyone else was dismissed except for the kings who had something to talk about. Fushimi and Yata decide to play a game a bit and ask Sukuna to stay behind too while they wait which surprises the others since not all of them knew the three were friends (they yell they aren't lol). Once the king's meeting is over, Shiro sees the others staring at the trio gaming and was curious. He's never played video games before and was too busy with everything to try them out and ask the trio to teach him. Munakata thought that would be fun and joins, too.

(The three were reluctant since this feels like if your parents are trying to join you in playing a game but couldn't say no cause they're kings)

It is absolutely like your parents wanting to join in on a game, I bet Munakata comes over all ‘are you winning, son Fushimi-kun?’ XD Imagine there’s some big clan meeting that even the remains of jungle attend, Yukari having agreed to do their part in keeping the stability of Japan after the destruction of the Slate. After the meeting the Kings stay behind to discuss a few additional things, Kusanagi has to get back to the bar so Yata says he’ll stay and take Anna home afterward. Awashima tells Fushimi to wait for Munakata, Fushimi clicks his tongue but agrees (and she definitely didn’t do it knowing that he and Homra’s Yatagarasu could keep each other company). Yata’s excited for Fushimi to wait with him though, suggesting they play their usual game while they wait since it can be done on mobile too. Fushimi agrees since he claims he has nothing better to do, Yata looks over at Sukuna and without even thinking asks if Sukuna wants to stay as well, since they’re playing ‘our game.’ Yukari thinks it’s adorable that Sukuna has friends, immediately all three of them are like ‘we’re not friends!’. Yukari just smiles at that and tells Sukuna it’s fine, he can see himself home once he’s done playing with his friends (‘we’re not — whatever, never mind’). 

They get so into playing that they lose track of time and no one realizes that the Kings are done until Anna comes over and touches Yata’s shoulder. Yata smiles at her and asks how the meeting was, she says fine as she sits down next to him to watch him play the game. No one minds Anna watching (though maybe Sukuna’s face gets a little red) so they don’t really think about the other Kings until Shiro leans over them all interested, like oh what are you guys doing. Yata, Fushimi and Sukuna all exchange a glance because no one’s really sure how to respond to this. Shiro laughs sheepishly and says he supposes it’s strange for him to talk to them out of the blue like this, it’s just that he’s never played a video game before and he’s curious how you do it. 

Yata hesitantly says Shiro could watch if he wants, ignoring the way Fushimi elbows him in the side. Shiro smiles and sits down next to Anna, Fushimi grumbles under his breath that this is going to get annoying in a minute. Yata and Sukuna both look at him curiously and that’s when they hear an amused ‘Oya, what do we have here?’. Fushimi mutters that it’s nothing, go away, but Shiro is already telling Munakata that he’s learning about video games. Naturally Munakata has never played a video game himself either and his eyes are already shining, meanwhile Fushimi’s eyes now resemble those of a dead fish. Munakata settles down next to Fushimi to watch and Sukuna quietly mutters that the atmosphere’s heavy now, Yata agrees like doesn’t it remind you of your parents watching while you’re trying to play.

[sukunasweetheart]

For the 100 followers event, maybe a drabble of cat!sukuna with witch!S/O? J-Just maybe uvu

omg ofc! glad you enjoyed it enough that you'd want a drabble out of it 🥺 if you're wondering which post anon is talking abt, its right here

Word count: 1k

witch!reader and cat!sukuna below;

You irritably gritted your teeth, a vein popping out of your forehead, fists shaking with fury.

"What's wrong? You're being awfully hostile," Sukuna drawled as he casually knocked another one of your potions off of the shelf, wearing a smirk that didn't fit his cute face at all.

"You little..."

With a sigh, you opened up your fists and focused on restoring the spilled potions instead, using your magic. Sukuna jumped off of the shelf and sat down next to the mess he'd created, looking content with himself.

"So you can use that spell after all. Was there a need to be so irate over it?" he questioned, licking his paw.

"What is wrong with your logic? Even if I can fix it, it's still annoying if you keep breaking things whenever you feel like it," you yelled at him.

"It's a consequence for not focusing on undoing my spell."

"You're not my only customer. I can't just drop everything and pour all my energy into you like that."

"And why not? I thought I'd promised you all of my treasures in exchange," he said as he rolled his eyes.

"Your spell is complicated, so it'll take a while. How else am I gonna cover the food, clothing and housing expenses until then?!"

"If you'd devoted more time to me, that wouldn't be as big of a problem."

The two of you quarreled - until you finally snapped. Picking the damn feline up by the scruff of his neck, you stomped out to the front door.

"Impudent...you dare order me around!" He flicked his tail with indignance. Sukuna whipped around and crawled away from your shop with a dismissive stance, refusing to give in easily.

"You-! Unhand me this instant, woman!"

"I'm not letting you back inside until you swear you'll no longer break my stuff again," you told him as you chucked him out. He landed on the grass with ease and turned around to face you.

"Insolent fool. As if I'd-"

He stopped when you slammed the door on him.

"Fine, whatever. I can always find someone else to fill in your spot."

-

If there was one thing that Sukuna hated more than anything else about his current appearance, it was the fact that he kept having to look up at these puny little humans. Something that was impossible, back when he still maintained his original form. He missed seeing them cower in fear under his presence.

The children crouched down and poked around at him, their eyes curious and widened.

The children gasped - and the boy began to wail out loud. Sukuna huffed with annoyance, now having to deal with the hideous screeching. The brat's father came running soon enough, to Sukuna's dismay.

"Don't touch me without my permission!" he hissed, his fur standing up on its end.

"It's a talking cat!" they exclaimed, getting excited.

Another kid prodded at his leg with a stick, causing him to jump up. In retaliation, he scratched the boy on his arm - making him bleed.

Chaos soon ensued as the man had tried to kick him away, only to miss as Sukuna dodged the attack easily. The children were sent into a frenzy however, and during their flailing and running about, one of them had managed to step on his tail pretty badly.

As much as he wanted to stay behind and teach all of them a lesson, his powerlessness caused him to flee the scene feeling anguish and wronged.

-

Today was already such a shitty day - but the weather just had to make it worse, deciding to start pouring out of the blue. Now his tail was sore AND he was drenched.

Sukuna managed to find a little tree, where he could find a safe haven away from the heavy droplets of rain. He shook his body, ridding himself of the extra moisture, only to wince in pain as it affected his injured tail.

Sukuna sat down at the base of the tree, scowling. He began wondering if he really should go back to where you were. You were brazen and a rude witch - but at least you didn't touch him without asking or step on his tail.

"There you are. You’ve gotten so awfully scrawny, I almost didn’t recognise you."

Sukuna flinched at the voice and looked up, only to see you standing before him with an expressionless face, holding an umbrella.

You're met with a silence, with only the sound of the rain surrounding the two of you. Then, you notice the state of his tail.

"Hmph. So you come looking for me in the end," he spoke with his head held high, turning away from you.

"God, you're so stubborn. Is it that difficult for you to just apologise?" you huffed, frowning at him.

"What happened to your tail?"

"What do you care?”

You let out another long sigh, narrowing your eyes at the grumpy feline.

“Come on,” you told him, crouching down and opening your arms up.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t let me back in.”

“So you’re not coming back?”

Home...?

You’re met with another longer silence, as Sukuna refuses to meet your eyes.

“We can sort it out later, after we get home.”

“...Fine.”

-

He slowly crawled into your arms.

He wouldn’t admit it even if it killed him, but an overwhelming amount of relief took over his body - as he felt the warmth of your embrace once again.

After giving him a careful bath, you gently dried him off with a soft towel.

“I thought you were indestructible, even as a cat,” you said, putting the towel away.

“I am. My healing has just slowed immensely.” Sukuna eyed his own tail, clearly displeased. You realised how unhappy you were, at the fact that he’d gotten hurt.

The soothing of his tail-ache is instantaneous, as you heal him wordlessly.

“Come here. I’ll do it for you.”

“No. Just leave it.”

His blunt rejection ticked you off a bit, but you went over anyway, approaching him. Despite having turned your offer down, he didn’t move away once you got closer.

He muttered something of an agreement, and that was enough to resolve the little dispute between the two of you.

“I promise I’ll dedicate more time to breaking your curse,” you said as you smoothed a thumb over his now recovered tail, “so stop pushing stuff off my shelves, okay?”

Sukuna wondered why you were being so gentle about it, all of a sudden.

Masterlist

[sixeyesgojo]

I’ll Be Your Enemy

Summary: Gojo Satoru is willing to do anything for you. As long as it helps you heal from what haunted your night.

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Word count: 2,019

Content warning: implied but unspecified mental illness, mentions of self-harm (scratching), mentions of character death

A/N: Kind of stumbled upon this masterpiece of a song and I thought it would be ideal for some Gojo HURT. This entire thing takes place after the Cursed Womb Arc, so to say: after Yuji dies.

Song: Be Your Enemy by Taemin ft. Wendy

PREQUEL HERE: Pictures of You

Quickly, quickly. The key was inserted into the keyhole and turned. The door lock clicked faintly, signaling that the door has been unlocked. Satoru made sure to open and close the door softly as he entered the familiar apartment. Putting the spare key into his pocket, he slid out of his shoes. Usually he would have made some big noise to ‘announce his arrival’ but not this time. He left his shoes neatly at the genkan of the residence and slipped into the white slippers that always stood by the wooden door, an extra pair just for him.

23 minutes ago. “Hello?” Satoru had picked up the phone. “Gojo-san! Finally the call went through. I’m glad I am able to reach you now,” the voice on the other end said. “Yo, Ijichi, what’s up?” Satoru greeted. He had been sent to a pretty rural area of Japan to get rid of some pesky curses and the cell phone reception was poor in that place, so it wasn’t surprising that calls didn’t go through at times. In addition to that, some curses that manifested had an electrical ability, which impaired the cell towers at place even more. Almost as if planned. “Gojo-san, I think you need to come back as fast as you can,” the man with glasses on the other end of the line stated calmly. “Why?” was the only thing the white-haired sorcerer said in response. Somehow, he had a strange feeling in his gut. The tone in Ijichi’s voice didn’t do anything to calm this odd feeling either.

“It’s L/N-san. Something horrible happened and I don’t think she is taking it well. I did my best to calm her but I’m at wits’ end too…” Ichiji explained vaguely. Satoru was experiencing a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time - his stomach churned, it felt like his guts were wrenching inside him - at the mention of your name. “Ijichi,” he said in a relatively calm voice. He was lucky his voice wasn’t betraying him by showing what he truly felt in that moment. Satoru’s feet were set in rapid motion. “Stay calm. I need you to explain to me what exactly happened.”

Gojo Satoru might be many things. A tease, a teacher (supposedly), a cruel man, a strong sorcerer, a crazy coach, a walking menace to some, protective, an inspiration to a handful, a venti-sized manchild, idiotic, a sweets maniac, a lifelong student to Yaga, playful, a pillar of the Jujutsu world… but most importantly, he was a caring person. This goes without saying for his students and especially his loved ones. What Ijichi just said on the phone had left his heart stinging in his chest. He was in the kitchen, leaving the bag he brought with him on the table.

“Alright. I will tell you what happened, Gojo-san.” “I am listening.” “I am not sure if you are aware that this happened,” the suit-clad man began, “but one of the missions that was originally assigned to you - a case of utmost priority of a cursed womb - was suddenly taken off of your pile and reassigned…” Satoru’s eyes narrowed underneath the black fabric. The beginning already left a bad taste in his mouth; missions assigned to him were usually first grade or even special grade and he knew all too well that there were nowhere enough first grade, let alone special grade, sorcerers around. So who had it been assigned to? “...to your three first-year students,” Ijichi finished with a sigh. The sickening hotness of rage filled Satoru’s whole body. Already having realized the scenario that must have taken place, he still asked for confirmation, “What grade?” “...Special grade. One casualty.” The picture that you had taken of him, his first years and yourself (so carefully hung up on your wall at home) flashed in front of his inner eye. He clenched his teeth so hard as he wordlessly hung up; it hurt. It hurt so badly.

Such an atrocious inhumane act coated in malice. He was going to kill these dirty-playing bastards. However, that would have to wait until later. Much later. Satoru couldn’t leave you to your own devices, not in this state. The scenario he concluded for himself earlier replayed in his mind several times as he made his way through your completely dark apartment. His heart stung with each beat. It was almost as if someone drove a blade through his chest repeatedly.

When he stood in front of the closed door of your bedroom, he heard soft sobs coming from inside. Should he knock to let you know someone came? He wasn’t sure what to do. He gave the door two soft knocks and entered the room. It was your hunched form on the bed, no doubt. Satoru could not see your face with the way your back was facing him. Slowly he made his way to your bed and crouched down to face you. Your face was swollen and tear-stained, a sight he didn’t see often. His large hand rested on your shoulder and gently rubbed it, a silent question hung in the air.

Finally, you looked at him with your swollen eyes. Almost instantly, your sobs got louder and you reached out for the tall sorcerer. “S-Satoru…” you hiccuped in-between sobs. “Yeah. I’m here, I’m here,” he reassured you and stroked the wet hair out of your puffy face as you threw yourself around him, relentlessly crying into his broad shoulders. The white-haired man enclosed his arms around you but it wasn’t to hug you for comfort.

He scooped your delicate frame up and wrapped a warm blanket around you before leaning your body against the headboard of the bed. He sat next to you on the bed and guided your head onto his shoulders. Your violent sobbing stopped but tears were still flowing freely. 

If there was someone who understood the agony, bitterness and distress someone in this line of work had to face, it was Gojo Satoru. The path of a Jujutsu Sorcerer was painted black and red by trials and tribulations. This was why Satoru was so hell-bent on resetting the world he called his obligation. “If you feel exhausted, just lean on me for a second,” his calm voice sounded through the room. There was no answer from you. Even if there was silence, your feelings reached his heart and he spoke again. “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked gently. Let it go with me. It’ll be easier to shake this burden off and share it, he thought. Of course, he would never dare force you. You nuzzled into his shoulder, as if to get even closer physically.

Ultimately, the woman sucked in a breath and with a shaky voice and recounted everything in her point of view. “I-I.. was on a mission when I… got a call from Ijichi. ‘Something wasn’t right’, he said and… t-told me about the cursed womb. As soon as I heard… that they sent y-your students there, I rushed to the location but…”, you hiccuped, “...I was too late… Y-Yuji, he-” You sobbed hysterically into his shoulder. Satoru turned to you to wipe away the tears and snot with a tissue. “Shhh, I’m here, I’m here”, he reassured once again, “I’ll fix it somehow.” It was just as he thought: those damned higher ups.

“H-How? This is not… something… you can f-fix, Satoru… not even you,” you continued bawling into his shoulders. I’ll kill all the higher ups, he thought to himself. “I don’t know but I’ll be damned if I can’t do something to change this detestable, loathsome and bloody world we live in,” his voice seethed with anger but it quickly died down as he re-focused on the main topic at hand, “there has to be something I can do, I’ll even drag out Sukuna myself if I have to.” “Please, Satoru…” Your whisper was faint and weak, “I… saw Yuji’s corpse... on the ground... I just want to see him one last time…”

Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer undoubtedly put a heavy strain on your mental wellbeing; nobody was spared from it, not even the great Gojo Satoru. Unfortunately, you were one of the people who were much more affected by incidents like these. He realized how badly it hurt your heart, he knew how much all the students meant to you and he knew just how much more fragile you were than you let on in front of other people. Where there is light, there must be shadow. It wasn’t like he was left unscathed by it either but right now, his utmost priority was you.

“Right,” the male sorcerer murmured more to himself. He still had to check something. “I want you to show me your arms, please.” If this had been a command, it had to be the gentlest one you had ever heard. Maybe it was the fact that there was a hint of pain infused in the way he spoke to you just now that made you show your arms so willingly, or maybe it was the fact that he always sounded so earnest when he took care of you like this. He genuinely cared; it was something you shouldn’t be surprised about, considering how long the two of you have known and cared for each other, but it never ceased to leave you in awe. You held out your arms for him to see.

As carefully as possible, the man examined your arms, his touch ghosting over your skin. It was a good thing he came prepared. The angry red lines, dry blood and broken skin on both of your forearms seemed to scream at him: you hurt yourself again. Without a doubt, he felt guilty. “I’ll be right back,” he announced as he slipped away from the bed after fixing your position and stroking your hair tenderly. A few moments later, your tall friend was back with a few medical supplies. Sitting back on the bed, he started to clean and treat your injuries. Besides a few hiccups and whimpers from your side, silence befell the room.

“Don’t you want to curse and insult me?” His eyes were still fixed on bandaging your arms. “No,” was all you said in response, fearing that your voice would give in. “You should though. After all, it was technically my fault...” Even though you were hurting, you knew Satoru was hurting all the same deep down in his heart, seeing that his precious students were the victims in this case. Satoru really treasured disciples. You took a few deep breaths before you replied, “Please don’t ever blame yourself for this… I know you wouldn’t have… let this shit happen. I know how much you adore them.”

“If it makes you feel better... if it can help you heal, I’ll take it. Any words are fine. I can deal with all the painful words…” Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you to his chest. It was rare but his voice… unmistakably cracked for a second. A shaky chuckle left your lungs, “Please Satoru,” you wrapped your arms around him as well and nuzzled into his shirt again, “I could never treat you like that. You are everything to me but an enemy. Have always been.”

“I’ll be anything you need. I’ll even be your enemy if you ask me to… so please tell me, so that it doesn’t hurt you anymore…” he said shakily. The blindfolded man had masked his pain up until now, for your sake. It was your time to comfort him. Giving him shelter, like he had done for you. He had already experienced far too much hurt.

“Satoru, all I’ll ever need you to be in my life… is the important and comforting presence you have always been. Don’t change. If things are too much, too overwhelming and you become tired, you can lean on me too. I will never leave you.”

There was nothing left to say, no need. It was enough for both of you to be in each other’s comforting presence.

Taglist: @gojos-mochi​ @megumifushi @bleueluna

[i-am-distressed]

The one that (almost) got away

Character: Noritoshi Kamo x reader

Warnings: MILDLY SUGGESTIVE THEMES, not really cause I don’t write NSFW, but I did put a lil spice for tension and plot reasons, it’s really more just mentions of making out, fighting/sparring, mentions of injuries, exes to enemies to lovers, both parties being mean, Exchange Event Arc spoilers!!, I wrote this on a whim and very early in the morning, LONG

“Hey, L/n, you’re participating this year too? I thought the 3rd years were suspended?” You sighed as Maki’s face held her questioning gaze. “Well, since they did whatever it is that got them suspended while I was elsewhere on a mission, I got left out of the punishment. I’m here for the exchange event if you’ll have me.” The second years nodded, Maki and Panda giving you high fives while Inumaki gave you a thumbs up and a ‘salmon!’ Fushiguro giving you a little bow that you returned.

You, Y/n L/n, are a 3rd year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, you’re also a semi-first grade sorcerer. You yourself didn’t come from an impressive lineage, but your cursed technique was nothing short of useful, and you had become a master at using it.

You briefed Fushiguro on your technique and you all decided which group you would be fighting in (it was decided you’d join Fushiguro and Maki) while you waited for the other school to show up. Not long after you came, Nobara arrived, and as she had her scuffle with Panda, Mai’s voice cut through the air. “You guys actually came to greet us? How lame.” You turned to see the rest of the Kyoto Jujutsu High second and third years walked up the stone staircase, naturally filing into a sort of line that stood parallel to your own group, you finding yourself towards the back.

“Hello, Y/n. It’s been awhile.” You felt your face heat up at his voice, you sucking in a quick breath before plastering a fake smile on your face, “Hello, Noritoshi.” Maki’s eyebrow raised as she looked between you and the Kyoto 3rd year, and it didn’t take a genius to see that there was an obvious tension between the two of you, she just had no clue what. “Do you two know each other?” Your gaze never left Noritoshi’s, his dark gray gaze never leaving yours as you found yourselves in the middle of an intense stare down. “We’re acquainted.” You watched as Noritoshi huffed, to most it would’ve been a trivial gesture, a simple sign of irritation. But you knew much better than that, you knew him much better than that. “Quite well, isn’t that right, Y/n?” You narrowed your eyes at the tone he used, he was testing you, you knew that, and you knew exactly what he was referring to.

Before you could respond, Gojo came barreling in, with a...box? He stopped between the two groups of students. Seeing as how you were ignoring the young clan head and he kept stealing glances at you, Gojo knew you two had interacted, and by the puzzled look he saw on Maki’s face, he figured it had gone poorly. ‘Poor kids...these stupid higher ups just don’t know when to quit..c’mon guys, I know you’re both smarter than this..’ Frowning for a moment Gojo shook it off, as a teacher and a passionate one at that, seeing his student (and someone he’s known for a fair amount of years) obviously suffering really rubbed him the wrong way but...there was nothing he could do. They’d have to fix it themselves.

After the...surprise of Yuji Itadori A.K.A Sukuna’s Vessel being alive was revealed, Y/n took a glance over to Noritoshi, seeing the obvious surprise on his face, she knew he was with the higher ups on this one, that Itadori shouldn’t be alive, that he shouldn’t count as a real person. It stung how much he had changed in a short period of time, and it stung even more knowing he was far too stubborn to listen to anything you had to say. Which, now that you think of it, isn’t all that different from you declining his calls..

You groaned as you splashed the cold water on your face. Shortly after the reveal of Itadori, the two schools had a good 3 hours of free time before the event, some students used it to train, others to socialize. You had already determined your role with the others, so while they sorted things out with Itadori you took your leave to the bathrooms to have some peace and quiet, and to try and snap yourself out of the headspace seeing Noritoshi had put you in. Getting a bunch of paper towels you thoroughly dried your face off, taking a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom and into the hall, but the minute you exited the bathroom you were met with none other than the man of the hour himself, Noritoshi Kamo.

You attempted to walk past him, go back to the room where your classmates were and avoid a confrontation all together. But before you could get far, Noritoshi had grasped hold of your forearm, forcing you to turn to face him before he (albeit reluctantly) let your arm go as his own returned to his side. “We should talk, we haven’t spoken since the fight and it’s clearly not doing either of us any good.” You crossed your arms over your chest, more out of unease rather than out of sassiness. “Is there anything to talk about? I thought we made it clear how we both felt the last time we talked.” Noritoshi frowned, leaning against the opposite wall as his arms mirrored yours as they crossed over his chest.

It was silent between you two, neither one knowing exactly what to say, it was funny really. You both have spent the last 3 months wanting nothing more than to talk things through, but now that the opportunity is here neither one of you have the courage to say the thoughts that have been plaguing both of your minds. “I just- I don’t know what you want me to say...you know how I feel about..everything..you know why I feel that way. And there’s nothing we can do about it anyways.” Noritoshi wanted to correct you, tell you that you were wrong, that there was something you both could do to get around the pressure of the higher ups, but there really wasn’t.

Well, there was, but that was out of the question. He couldn’t just up and tell his family they were wrong and he disagreed with them, not now anyway. 3 months ago, Y/n and Noritoshi’s relationship was very different. At the beginning of their second years, they had both been placed for promotion to semi-first grade, and to solidify their ranks they would be ‘interning’ with a grade 1. Usually they would do their ‘internships’ separately, since they were a fair amount of distance apart, but when the summer came both of them were sent to a sort of summer training camp to train together under the same roof.

Despite being different in personality and different in background, the two got along really well, and somewhere between exorcising curses through the day and training together at night, the two found themselves growing feelings for the other. And after a specific practice when one of them let a confession slip from their lips, the two found themselves becoming the Romeo and Juliet of the Jujutsu world. They started dating, dating in secret because neither of their families would be thrilled about it. Even after summer ended and the two returned to their respective schools, they kept their relationship intact.

They’d make trips to meet half way between Kyoto and Tokyo, one would drop in on the other if their mission was nearby, and they kept in constant contact. And they had managed to keep it a secret, neither one telling anyone about it and keeping their affections private and out of the watching eyes of the higher ups and other sorcerers. All was going well, until a certain first year student by the name of ‘Yuji Itadori’ became Sukuna’s vessel, and you and Noritoshi found yourselves on very different sides of the argument.

“I just don’t see why you can’t understand this Y/n, he’s dangerous. Sukuna’s vessel needs to be taken care of, how can you not agree with this?!” Your hands came up to rub at your eyes, you sighing with frustration before returning your hands to your hips. You and your boyfriend, Noritoshi, had been arguing for almost half an hour. You had been in a meeting with your teachers, Gojo and Utahime, when Gojo brought up his new student Itadori, and the power and potential Itadori held. You, after hearing he could control Sukuna, was all for Itadori joining Jujutsu High. I mean, Gojo would be watching over him, and his situation really wasn’t all that different from Yuta’s. But Noritoshi didn’t agree, he saw it as the higher ups saw it, he saw it as his family wanted him to see it. That’s what started the argument.

“What is there to understand about wanting him dead! He’s 15!” You two stood across from each other, both of you were breathing heavily, and your emotions were running wild. You didn’t want to fight, you didn’t want to damage your relationship, but with how sure both of you were in your decisions on where you stood, it was clear you weren’t reaching a compromise, not this time. He was frustrated because you weren’t looking at it objectively, you were upset because he was acting like the higher ups. And neither of you was willing to back down from your convictions, both of you being just a little too stubborn to put this disagreement to rest and move on.

“Then what does that mean for us? It’s clear we’re not reaching any sort of agreement, why can’t you just accept this when you clearly don’t know what’s best.” You shook your head in disbelief, a bitter chuckle cutting through as a few tears had begun to fall. “Good question Noritoshi, Are you going to ask your family what to decide on this one too?” Too far, you knew you had crossed a line, you knew his family was a touchy subject, but rationality had been thrown out awhile ago. His lips pursed in a straight line, his steel eyes narrowed and his gaze became cold, “I don’t have to confide in them, I think we both know what’s best for both of us.” It went silent, you were crying and he was seething, there was no rational thinking, you both were acting out of emotion and quite frankly not like yourselves. You shakily sighed, wiping the tears that had fallen while you shook your head, “...fine...goodbye Noritoshi..we should’ve known it wouldn’t work.” With that, you turned around and left, both of you wishing you had stayed and fixed it.

In the end, a petty argument was what ultimately drove the two of you apart. A stupid argument neither one of you were personally involved in, but the politics and ideals behind it were what drove you both to your wits end. You weren’t even mad at Noritoshi, you were more upset that you both let some stupid conflict be the reason you two broke up! I mean, words were said on both sides, but you were both rational people, you knew neither one of you meant it. And you both really just missed each other on top of all of that.

But like I said, it was a messy situation, and in order to make any progress, you’d both have to let go of your pride first and foremost. And as of right now, neither one of you really wanted to do that. Your stare down was interrupted by the sounds of Miwa and Mechamaru walking down the hallway, you both looking away from each other when the two second years rounded the corner. “Oh, L/n, Kamo! I was looking for you both, but if we’re interrupting, we can always come back later…” As they spoke, you both watched as a few more of the first and second years rounded the corner. “It’s fine,” Noritoshi briefly looked at you as he spoke, a silent ‘we’ll finish this later’ to which you covertly rolled your eyes before turning to your underclassmen with a smile. “We were finished talking anyways, what do you need?”

Miwa looked to you both, “Me and a few others wanted to get stronger with weapons we don’t usually use, me and Kugisaki wanted to try a bo staff so we asked Mai’s older sister but she said to ask you two, since you trained a lot together using them.” Your eyes widened as you stole a brief glance at Noritoshi before returning your gaze to the younger students. “So, if you don’t mind, could we observe a sparring session? Maybe get some pointers on how we can improve?”

“I don’t see why not, that is unless Kamo has a problem with it?” His eyebrow twitched at how you said his name, becoming that more irritated since he knew you knew it ticked him off. Nonetheless, he never was one to turn down a challenge, and especially not when you were the one really putting it up to him. “Don’t complain too much when you lose, L/n.”

And that’s how you found yourself in a man made ring in one of the training rooms, most of the underclassmen sitting on the sidelines as the two of you got into your stances, both of you trying not to acknowledge just how nice and nostalgic it felt to be in that position again. Panda acted as ref, reminding you and Noritoshi of the ‘rules’ before stepping back and yelling ‘start!’ Noritoshi attacked first, you blocking him and ducking to move to the side. You charged him next, him barely getting out of the way in time before spinning around and hitting you right on your backside, smirking when he saw how your jaw dropped before you spun around and caught him in his side.

“That’s pretty unbefitting behavior for the future Kamo Clan head, don’t you think?” He scoffed, and at this point the tension between you two had gotten so obvious even the most clueless were starting to get an inkling as to how exactly you two had known each other beforehand, and why you weren’t friendly to each other. “Ghosting me and blocking my number wasn’t exactly proper either.” You jumped just in time to avoid him sweeping your legs out from under you, but you weren’t expecting him to then use his staff to knock yours out of your hands. Not one to give up, you kept sparring without the staff, both of you slowly becoming oblivious to the watching eyes that were still very much engaged watching this all go down.

You narrowed your eyes at his last comment, and you used your legs to first kick his staff out of the way, and second to sweep his legs out from under him and straddle his middle. You both sat there, breathing heavily as you looked at each other intensely. In a low voice, not quite a whisper, but not too loud either, Noritoshi spoke. “Well this is new, I recall the last time we were in this position, our roles were reversed. Can’t say i’m complaining.” You felt your eyes widen as your cheeks heated, leaving you vulnerable to him flipping you over and aiming the staff at your neck.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I specifically remember you telling me off for using underhanded tactics, a little hypocritical don’t you think?” Noritoshi feined a look of innocence, setting the staff to the side as he stood, “I don’t know what you could be referring to, I was talking about our sparring sessions, don’t tell me you were thinking of something else?” You hated how fast your heart started beating, you trying to hide how flustered you were by standing up only to freeze when you remembered why you two were sparring in the first place..and that your underclassmen had just saw and heard that all happen.

“Okay~ well as much as I love a good old enemies to lovers, we’ve got about 30 minutes until the event so both schools need to split up and talk tactics!” You and Noritoshi both tensed up at the voice of Gojo standing in the doorway, Panda and Mai both respectfully snickering at the two of you as you both went your separate ways.

It was time for the event, both sides had taken the time to strategize and figure out how they would work together to win. You would be going with Maki and Megumi when the group split, which was fine with you. You may have been a semi-first grade, but you weren’t keen on fighting Todo one-on-one. After Gojo had embarrassed poor Utahime, the buzzer sounded, signaling the start of the event.

When the group was interrupted by the arrival of Todo, you ran off with Maki and Megumi as planned. You jumped backwards when Miwa took on Maki, eyes widening when you saw Megumi get stopped by Noritoshi. “I’ll be fine, you go help Megumi.” You nodded as you ran ahead, only to be stopped by a grade 2 cursed spirit. It wasn’t super powerful, but it most certainly wasn’t weak either. You took a glance ahead of you to see Megumi and Noritoshi fighting, you grimaced, knowing his intentions behind going after Megumi were no doubt clan-influenced. Shaking your head free of distractions, you focused your efforts on taking down this pesky cursed spirit.

Unsurprisingly, your weapon of choice was a bo staff, you had found yourself falling in love with it (amongst other things) during the summer you and Noritoshi had spent together. Using a mix of strength and cursed energy you knocked the cursed spirit a fair amount of distance away from you, using the time the spirit took to charge you to cover your staff in cursed energy. And with one final swing you had successfully exorcised the curse. Unfortunately, the four that were fighting had all gone off to fight other places. Bringing your staff to your shoulder you continued to walk through the woods, searching for cursed spirits as well as your fellow classmates. You hadn’t gotten too far when you noticed the sky had started to get darker, your eyes narrowed as you looked up, watching as what you guessed was a veil slowly started to cover the sky. You continued walking, feeling a sick feeling in your stomach start to form which was only amplified by the yellow hue that coated your surroundings.

You continued walking along what seemed to be a path when ‘isn’t that Miwa…?’ you picked up your pace, and after finding out that, she’s just sleeping, you picked her up and carried her on your back, keeping on your so called path while you continued your search for others. Not long after that you ran into Mai and Nobara, who were unfortunately as clueless as you were. Continuing on you all managed to stumble upon Utahime, who was about to face off with some...guy? Thankfully the veil dropped, and the 5 of you were able to get back with the others.

You were now walking down to the infirmary with a still unconscious Miwa sleeping while you piggybacked her to Shoko. “Hey, have room for one more? We’re pretty sure she’s just sleeping but, Utahime wanted to be sure.” Shoko sighed as she nodded, leading you to the room where the medical beds were. “You can set her down on one of these.” You nodded and carefully setting her down and getting her situated. After Shoko did a quick check and yes, she was just sleeping, you walked back out to the main part. “Uhm, who else got hurt?” Shoko looked to you, “Well, Fushiguro got hit with some kind of bud but I was able to remove it, Maki got impaled in her shoulder but it didn’t do any lasting damage, Inumaki went over his limit, and Kamo hit his head really hard, there was some minor fracturing but he should be okay.” You already felt nauseous hearing about your classmates and friends, but hearing about the man you were still very much in love with included in that group made it all so much worse.

You gulped, hands shaking as you took in a shaky breath. “Is- is he- are they okay?” She gave you a sad smile, nodding as she picked up her clip board. “They’ll be okay, he’ll be okay. If you want I can tell you when he wakes up?” You nodded, showing your nervousness with how quickly you responded. “Y-yes please.”

And that’s how you found yourself sitting in one of the chairs waiting outside the room Noritoshi had been put in after his surgery, heart racing as your mind went through the ‘what ifs’ and ‘why didn’t you’s’. Dread consumed you as you thought of the worst case scenarios. Realistically you knew he wasn’t going to die, he had a minor concussion and a few broken bones, but he was going to make a full recovery. But it was the unrealistic part of you that was in control right now. The part of you who was berating yourself for never picking up his calls, the part of you who was yelling at yourself for ever walking away from him, the part of yourself that hated how things ended between you and Noritoshi. The part of yourself that knew just how in love with him you still were.

“Y/n? He’s awake. You can go in now.” You sniffed, wiping the tears that had fallen before standing up, thanking Shoko as you entered the dimly lit room. You crossed your arms over your chest as your heart raced and you felt your breathing get labored. You had spent the past 4 hours wanting nothing more than to see him, but now that you were walking towards him, your legs itched to turn around and run back to your room. But thankfully for both of you, that unrealistic part of you was still very much in control. You walked further into the room when you saw Noritoshi, sitting up in his bed, with bandages wrapped almost all of the way around his head, one of his eyes completely covered while his own remained closed. You sucked in a quick breath, but continued to walk closer to him.

“How are you feeling?” Noritoshi looked towards you, a tired smile appearing on his face as he watched you come beside his bed and sit down in one of the chairs. “All things considered, not too bad. Apparently my injuries were minor compared to Fushiguro and Maki.” You hummed, “I don’t see any of their heads wrapped in bandages Noritoshi. You always have to be an overachiever, huh?” He chuckled at that, shaking his head as you smiled, desperately trying to blink away tears before they could fall. “...” it was quiet, for maybe only 30 seconds but it felt like eternity.

You took a look at him, and even though he was here, he was fine, he was okay, the only thoughts that were getting through were ‘if you had lost him, what would you have done?’. Noritoshi’s eyes widened as he watched the tears fall down your face, your body fighting sobs as your elbows rested on your knees and your hands clutched at your eyes, water flowing down your cheeks and arms. “Y/n? Y/n it’s alright, i’m oka-” “It’s not! This- this isn’t about that it’s just- I don’t know what I would’ve done if you had...you had- I can’t lose you Noritoshi!” He shut his mouth as you continued to cry, his stomach churning at the sight of your tear soaked face as you tried to stop them from coming.

You sat up, looking up to the ceiling as you tried to regain your composure. “I just- there’s still so much I need to say to you- a-and too much...too much I have to fix,” “Y/n,” “A-and what if you were gone? A-and I couldn’t say goodbye?I ignored you for months, I can never forgive m-myself for tha-at,” “Y/n,” “I would’ve hated myself, cause I never got to tell you I still love you and I don’t hate you and-” “Y/n” You looked down to see Noritoshi leaning to the side of his bed, watching as his hands guided your face towards his, you still very much delirious as he gave you a half-smile, thumbs wiping the tears from your face as your sobs died down.

“Y-yes?” You choked out, he leaned in, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he whispered, close enough that you could feel his breath fanning your lips, “Stop talking.” You nodded, taking a deep breath as your hands came up to hold his, his forehead now resting against yours as your cries effectively died down. “I was never going to leave you, and certainly not without making sure you didn’t believe any of that. We both made mistakes and did things we regret. We let a silly argument get between us, and I didn’t let myself see it from your perspective. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, “I should be the one who’s sorry, I walked away and avoided you because I was too scared to fix things...i’m sorry Noritoshi.”

He smiled, “We’re both sorry, but I think it’s time we fix this too...I’ve hated not having you with me these past few months.” You laughed as you nodded, “Yeah, me too...but you’re going to have to put your number in my phone, I deleted your contact…” He pulled away, eyebrows furrowed, “You deleted my contact?! I can accept you blocking me but deleting my number?!” You laughed, “I wasn’t thinking straight! I was mad and I didn’t handle it well...but don’t act like you’re innocent after humiliating me this afternoon...all those inappropriate things and in front of our underclassmen...you should be ashamed.”

He smirked as he shook his head, “Absolutely not, I was simply telling the truth, you’re the one who made it promiscuous.” You rolled your eyes, and for the first time in awhile it wasn’t condescending, but rather endearing. “Whatever, I know what you meant.” He smiled, his smile coy and sly, a perfect display of the mischievous part of Noritoshi not many people got to see. “Y’know...it really hurt having you ignore me like that for months...and now that I know you deleted my contact and avoided me, i’m rather hurt by your actions…” You narrowed your eyes as you could hear the teasing tone he held in his voice.

“...What are you up to Kamo?” He shook his head, leaning back in closer to you, his closeness causing your neck and face to heat up as your heart beat started to pick up its pace. His lips grazed your own before they slid to your cheek, all the while his hand dropped to your side where you had haphazardly left your phone when you sat down. “Getting my number back in your phone.” Your eyes widened as your face got impossibly hotter, watching as he tried and failed to suppress his smirk as he did what he ‘intended to’ and re-entered his contact. “There, all better.” He handed you your phone, you shaking your head as embarrassment started to set in.

“Well, now that you’re obviously feeling better, I’m going to go check on the others.” You didn’t get far before his hand had caught your wrist, and instead of letting go, he pulled you towards him, lips crashing on yours as his other hand steadied your waist. One of your hands wrapped around his neck while your knee propped itself up on his bed, his hand that was on your wrist now sat securely on your hip. He kissed you with what seemed to be the most love-filled and intense kiss the two of you had ever shared, and there had been quite a few kisses shared between the two of you. You moved to sit more on the bed as he pulled you closer, your kisses becoming more intense as the moments passed, and your surroundings began to blur.

“Well this is interesting.” You gasped as your head whipped around, finding not only Gojo, but half of the Kyoto school, Panda, Maki, and all 3 of the 1st years standing crowded in the door way watching with round shocked eyes at seeing two of the most respected and potential filled students making out like their lives depended on it. You felt your face get hot with more embarrassment when you heard Maki yell “ahA! I told you! Fork over the 20 Megumi!” You gave Noritoshi one last smile as you stepped down from his bed, bowing to everyone as you walked out and to your room. “I’ll see you all later, bye everyone, bye Noritoshi.” Before you made your way to your room to scream into your pillow, your steps increased as you heard the parade of ‘nice one y/n!’ and ‘lock the door next time!’.

You got to your room and fell face-first onto your bed. To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Eventually you got up and did your nightly routine, changing into some comfortable pj’s before getting under the covers of your bed and setting your phone to charge. Just as you set your phone down, it dinged with a notification. Furrowing your eyebrows you picked you phone up to see it was a text, picking it up you read it. ‘Sorry for the interruption, but don’t worry, apparently we get the day off tomorrow so we can talk things out then ;)’ you laughed at Noritoshi’s use of an emoji, remembering that it was you who had taught him to use them in the first place.

You wrote out and sent your response, smiling uncontrollably at the ‘goodnight❤’ he sent before returning it and going to set your phone down. You paused when you noticed he had also put his ‘name’ into your phone. ‘Boyfriend’. You turned your phone off and screamed into your pillow, knowing it would be awhile before you could sleep with your head and heart filled to the brim with the one that (almost) got away.

[simp4fictionalguys]

Can you please do one where Y/n is a fellow teacher and doesn't know she has a crush on gojo and then Y/n talks to itadori about it and realizes she definitely does have a crush?

Hey! I'm sorry I took so long, I was full of school work and each of them had a soon deadline so yeah, I couldn't write a lot. But I finished almost everything and decided to take a break writing something for y'all! I hope you like it and thanks for the request! Also, I’m about to finish all my work so it’s probable that I’m gonna update tomorrow again! 🥳

“Hey, Yuji!”

Itadori had been walking his way to his room when a feminine voice interrupted his steps. Turning around, he found one of his teachers, Y/n.

Gojo had left him with her and Nanami after his ‘revival’, the two of them had become close, a similar relationship between an older sister and a little brother; or maybe a mother and son.

Itadori smiled at her and wait for Y/n to get closer. It didn’t take long for her to be in a close distance.

“Y/n-san!” Itadori hugged her tightly while she laughed a little. He let go of her soon though.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you for help with something.”

Itadori straightened his posture, ready to be sent in a mission.

“Can you help me find a gift for Satoru?” Y/n place her hands in front of her with a clap. She had bowed a little. Itadori’s body was no longer rigid, instead, all his body posture was a give away of how confuse he was about her request.

“Uh? For Gojo-sensei?” He crossed his arms, tilting his head a little to the side.

Y/n had went back to her normal posture, now facing the younger boy in front of her.

“Yeah, I haven’t give him one for a while now and he had been bugging me asking for his gift...” she closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “He likes sweets but I don’t know... I need someone to test them before.”

Itadori was still confuse over her request but decided to tag along.

The two of them were now in a Caffe. They had been trying the cakes nonstop. Y/n had stop eating after the third but Itadori was like a black hole, even now he’s still eating!

Y/n smiled at the kid in front of her. Even if he is Sukuna’s vessel, she doesn’t see him that way. Her gaze turned to the big window besides them, looking at the people passing outside.

Y/n was so immersed in her thoughts that she failed to heard Itadori asking her something with his mouth full.

“I’m sorry?” She turned around to look at him. Itadori had gulped down the whole cake, now with his mouth free and able to talk.

“Why do you want to give Gojo-sensei a gift?” Y/n could see the confusion in his face. “It’s his birthday or something?”

“No, it’s just something I do for him!”

Itadori hummed at her answer. He still found it weird how Y/n gave gifts to Gojo without reason.

Y/n didn’t seem to pay attention at how Itadori kept scratching his mind searching for an answers to her affection towards the blindfolded man.

The silence where the two of them had fell was suddenly interrupted by a loud bang in the table making Y/n flinch.

Itadori had came up with a reason and with his sudden realization, he had hit the table with his hand in a fist.

Maybe it was because Gojo IS his mentor that in Itadori’s mind the only logical reason for Y/n to gift Gojo what he likes the most is because she LIKES him.

“Ah!”

Now fully determined that he has the right answer, Itadori had stand up from his chair, making it fall in the process.

“You like Gojo-sensei!”

Y/n didn’t react right away since she was still processing the sudden reactions from the boy. It took her a while for his words to sink in her mind and decipher what he had said.

Her face turned red and her posture was rigid, it was a confession out of nowhere that took her by surprise.

“Huh?”

Itadori lean a little closer to her face to see her reaction. Honestly, he isn’t so sure how she should react since he hadn’t been in a romantic situation but her red face and how her body reacted means that he is correct, right?

“What the hell, Yuji?!” Y/n had finally got out of her surprise state, however the mixed emotions inside of her made her snap at the young boy.

Like a kicked puppy, Itadori fixed the chair and sat down again. He had his head hung low while she reprimand him about his loud and sudden movements.

“And why would I have a crush on-“

Itadori looked up since Y/n had stopped talking all of a sudden.

In seconds, Y/n’s mind had understood every little thing she had felt when she was close to Gojo. She recall how there was an strange feeling inside of her when he would smile at her thanking her for the gift, or how she would smile when he was the one gifting something to her.

Y/n was frozen in the stop. She was towering over Itadori who was sitting in the caffe table but now her eyes weren’t focused in her student anymore.

Slowly, her body moved to sit in the chair again.

Her eyes were looking forward. Itadori felt like she was focusing on him but her eyes were lost.

“Oh my god, I have a crush on Satoru.”

Itadori perk up at her words. Now smiling since he was correct in his assumptions.

“I knew it!”

She cleared her throat, slowly regaining her compusture.

“Don’t tell Satoru.” Her harsh tone made Itadori take seriously what she demanded.

Y/n let out a sigh, regretting her tone and making Itadori feel bad.

“I’m sorry...” she smiled at her student. “It’s just... I feel stupid for not realizing this sooner.” She turned her gaze to the window beside them.

Itadori smiled at his teacher, Gojo was already his mentor, but there was something that made him see him as a father figure. The same for Y/n, she cares about him like a mother would, it wasn’t a surprise that he sees her as a mother figure.

“Tell him at the moment of giving the gift!”

“Tell who what?”

The two of them turned their heads abruptly at the sound of another voice. Itadori and Y/n were met with the blindfolded man they were talking about before.

Gojo got his face close to Y/n’s, taking note on how flustered she become.

“Satoru!” Y/n tried getting far away from him only for Gojo to get closer every time she gets away.

“Gojo-sensei!” Itadori exclaimed. “Y/n-san has som-“

Y/n put her hands in front of Itadori’s mouth before he could spill anything.

“Huh...” Gojo straighten his posture, now with a knowing smirk in his face.

Y/n was reprimanding Itadori for almost spilling her new found secret while the boy smile nervously at her while rubbing the back of his head. Gojo chuckled at the sight in front of him.

The silver hair man came up with an idea.

“Hey, Y/n.” He moved to get closer to her body.

Y/n stopped talking to Itadori, slowly she began to turn her body to Gojo.

When she had finally turned to look at him she was to late to react. Gojo was already centimeters apart from her face, their noses touching.

In a fast movement, Gojo close the gap between their lips. It took her by surprise but after a few seconds Y/n began moving her lips in synch with Gojo’s.

The lack of oxygen made them part ways. Gojo had an accomplished smile while Y/n hid her face between her hands.

Itadori didn’t know if he should be happy for his teachers or grossed out by the two of them kissing in front of him.

[laboflove]

Megumi x FR

•Megumi aged up•

Megumi X Cheerleader

❗Warnings❗{Smut, degradation, hard dom, dacryphilia, spanking, drinking}

A/N: Megumi thinks you're pretty much an airhead since you're a cheerleader so he tries to take advantage of that but ends up falling for you

Your body drops letting him see those tight safety shorts all the cheerleaders wore, it's like you were all made for slutty clothes. It was pretty hot but for some reason he never looked at the other girls, only at you. It was probably because you werent like the others, you were so naive, so innocent and such an airhead. It was fun teasing you, making fun of you for getting simple answers wrong and tugging at your skirt even though you hated it.

"Megumi" he looks up seeing your bright eyes and large smile, "Hey" he says with a nod as you sit down in front of him, "so whatre you doing here?" You ask while opening a bottle of water. "You left this at class" he shows you a white book covered in stickers making you blush beet red. "G-give it!" You rush to grab it but he pulls it back, wrapping his arm around your waist.

So close! Megumi was super good looking! One of the hottest guys at the campus in fact but this wasnt important. "Give it Megumi" you say but he doesnt, only holding you down with a smirk. "I was being nice but now I'm kinda curious" and worry fills your mind. "D-dont" you say but he opens it and looks through the pages.

"What's this?" He asks as he looks through the pages filled with notes and drawings of buildings with measurements, but arent you in arts? He notices you looking away, you gave up? That's weird, you never gave up. "Dont worry about it, its nothing" you say while taking the book back and grabbing your stuff. "See you later" you leave making him shocked, so personal things like that make you pissed? How fun.

"C'mon" his fingers graze against your thigh making you curl up, "Leave me alone" you whisper, your hand pressing against his chest. "Why? You're always flirting with Megumi so why cant I?", "I-I dont flirt with him" you mutter feeling your blood boil. You talked to Megumi yeah, but it was because he was always being a dick or when you needed help with assignments but that was it. "Hey" both of your heads turn and the guy is sent flying across the hall.

"M-megumi" he looks at you with a look hes never given before, worry, "Are you okay?" He asks in a softer voice too. Is he okay? "I'm fine" you whisper, fixing your bag and taking your sweater out of it to wrap around your waist. "What the fuck Megumi" he hears from on the ground, "I may be a douchebag but I'd never touch a girl if she didnt want it" he says then grabs your wrist, pulling you down the hallway. Uh oh.

"You're so fucking stupid" he says as he pushes you into an empty classroom, "So fucking naive and you cant even stick up for yourself" you look down at the floor but he tilts your face up, grabbing your cheeks hard to make you look into his eyes. "When something like that happens do anything to stop it, because if you dont, bad shit will happen and I'm not alw-" he stops but you both know the end of that sentence making you blush a soft pink.

"I'm sorry" you whisper and as your phone buzzes you pull away, "Thank you, if you're still here by six maybe I can take you to eat somewhere" you leave in a rush as he looks at his hand. Hes getting too close, way too close.

You dance to the blaring music, holding a plastic red cup in your hand filled with who knows what. He watches your body move, holding a bottle of beer and listening to Yuji ramble about girls and which ones hed like to sleep with but it was Yuji, he never got any girls unless Sukuna was taking over his body.

"But my first one would have to be Y/N, I mean just look at her, shes got an amazing body and I'd love to hear her scream my name" he clenches the bottle tight feeling his anger build up, almost overflowing but he calms himself down. "Eh, shes not that special, total airhead" he says then leaves to a different room, Yuji could do whatever he wanted, it didn't matter because he didnt like you that way and never would.

He watches as he walks up to you and suddenly hes walking towards you as well. Your eyes glance back slightly shocked as arms slowly wrap around you but your widened eyes soften. "Megumi" he smiles hearing his name come out of your mouth, "Hey Beautiful" and you blush, you've been told it often but the way he said it sounded so meaningful and honestly it was the first time you've ever liked being told it.

Time passes as you both dance and talk, giggles filling whatever silence there is and soon enough you and him are drunk, muttering things into each others ears, sitting on his lap, his hands holding your skirt down to make sure no one sees anything and your arms wrapped around his neck. "Why're you so pretty?" He whispers as he leans into your lips, barely touching them making you slightly mad. You wanted to kiss him but he wouldnt get close enough, wouldnt let you get close enough too and you could feel your need building up.

"You want to kiss me?" he whispers into your ear and you drunkenly nod with a small giggle. "So drunk arent you" you lean into his lips but he stops you, "Gimme a kiss" you mumble but he shakes his head.

"Sorry Princess but you're incredibly drunk and I cant just do that to you" he says, trying to make you feel better but all you do is grumble and whine. You were worked up, he had a massive boner and it got you horny too and all you wanted was to please him.

"Your place or mine?" He asks after some time of walking but finds you asleep, "I guess mine" he says then heads to his.

You nuzzle into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, "Megumi" he looks down but you're still asleep making him smile. You looked so peaceful but the shared smell of liquor was making it less comforting. Maybe he should wake you, it wouldnt be good to sleep like this. But then again you didnt have any clothes and you needed to sleep.

You turn around and his slightly intoxicated self heightens the feeling of you pressed right up against him. He whispers your name into your ear, making your eyes open slightly, "Hm" you hum out, you start sobering up and he whispers something into your ear making you turn red.

"P-pervert" he chuckles as his hand rub your side, you were soft but goosebumps were forming which was cute. So shy and so innocent now that you're sobering up. His eyes close again feeling sleep take over him but your grinding against his crotch keeps him from it. "Stop it" he says but you dont, "Play with me" you mumble and as his hand runs up your body you expect him to tilt your face to kiss you but instead his hand wraps around your neck, grabbing it with a bit of force eliciting a gasp from you.

"Take your clothes off, say Red to stop" he mutters in a lower tone and you nod fast, he sounded irritated and you didnt want to make him angry. Once your clothes are off you look back, turning red, seeing him naked as well with only his hipbone and down covered. He smirks seeing your eyes take in the sight, you knew he worked out but you didnt know he was this strong.

"Want a kiss now?" You nod fast as your eyes shine and he smiles, "Take it then" you rush to kiss him making him chuckle at your eagerness, he pulls you onto his lap, looking up at you slightly as his hands rest on your backside, grinding you against him slowly. Tiny, soft moans escape your mouth feeling his hardness rub between your folds, "Megumi" you whine out into his neck.

"I have con-", "No, want you" his mouth goes dry and he lifts you slightly, "You want me?" He asks earning fast nods. "Like this?" A gasp fills the room as he pushes in a single finger, "N-no, want you" he chuckles against your neck thinking of endless ways to tease you but the main thing he wants is for you to beg so, he doesnt remove his finger, he pushes it in and out slowly, not doing anything only making you angry.

"Please" he leans into your ear and bites it slightly, "What do you want?" You shake your head earning a spank. "Tell me" he says but you shake your head again earning another one making you hiss and whine. "Please Megu- ah!" You cover your mouth as he delivers another spank but it's harder this time.

The process goes on, him asking to barely receive an answer and none are what he wants, he sighs then pulls your hair back as you softly cry, "One last chance" he growls out slightly, "Y-your cock, please" he pulls you down onto him making you whine and sob into his neck.

"Such a naughty girl arent you?" He asks as he guides you on him, you felt like actual Heaven, your insides were nice and tight, warm and you were sucking him in so nicely. You nod as tears fall down your face making him twitch, "Fuck me, you're so perfect" he growls into your ear, insults coming after of him telling you how needy you were, that you were just a hole to him, a cumdump, something to use making more tears fall down your face but you loved it, something about being put down like this made it feel so good.

You move your hips to his movements feeling yourself about to break and as it's about to crash he keeps you still. "Try to come without me again and I wont be very nice", "Sorry" you whisper, leaning into him more, feeling soft, mushy and needy.

You both go again and the insults slowly turn into compliments, he moans as you clench around him and you whimper, "Come" he says and your body shakes, immediately at his demand. He thrusts up into you hard making you sob out into the room, "Shh Baby, I've got you" he whispers, hands rubbing your back, pulling you as close as possible and leaving soft kisses on your head.

"So perfect for me, such a good girl. Everything I said isnt true, okay?" You nod with soft cries and he kisses you softly, too rough for the first time and definitely not the right time but you were both definitely sober by now. "I love you" he suddenly says making you stop crying, "I love you too" and he stands. He always said hed never date, especially with someone like you but here he is, confessing his love for you and needing you more than ever.

[notdonesimpin]

It’s Just Business ~r.s.~

ceo!sukuna x ceo!reader

warnings: ok this is just pure fucking angst. brain rot angst and manipulation

synopsis: it was never love, it was just business as usual. [CEO!AU]

warnings: uhm so i had a ceo!sukuna brain rot again. and i wanted the complete asshole of sukuna in an angst piece. and that’s how this was formed. curses don’t exist in this au. hope you enjoy :)

“Is he in today?” you ask the secretary at the desk in a rushed manner.

He looks up at you in confusion, “Yes, but he said he didn’t want to be bothered.”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you’d rushed past the desk and onto the elevator, hitting the top floor button.

The ride was quiet except for the impatient tapping of your foot and the loud ding as it passed each floor. 

As soon as the doors opened, you rushed out of the elevator and made your way into Sukuna’s office. He barely glanced up from his paperwork as you barged in. 

“What are you doing here?” The annoyance in his voice is apparent, but you don’t care.

You drop the papers onto his desk and say, “What the hell is this?”

He sighed, setting down his pen to look at the papers you brought.

He looks up at you with a blank face, “They’re divorce papers. Why are you bringing this foolishness to work?”

“Foolishness?” you scoff, “I wouldn’t have to come here if you would just answer your phone. I’ve been calling you for days.”

“I know,” he leans back in his chair, “It’s quite annoying.”

Your eyes widened at his statement. “Annoying? It can’t be more annoying than having divorce papers sent to you by your husband’s assistant without explanation.”

He tilted his head as his eyes narrowed and he leaned forward, almost intrigued by your statement. “You didn’t see this coming?” 

The words leave his lips with a hint of a laugh behind them. He gets up from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket as he looks out the window with a hint of a smirk on his face. “I guess I am pretty good at acting,” he murmurs and continues, “Let me paint the big picture for you. We started dating two years ago and got married last year. You gave me ownership of your company, let our companies merge, and elected me to be chairman whilst you took over the CEO position- all of this happening in the past six months. Now, I’m filing for divorce. What do you think all of that means?”

The office was silent for a moment as you thought about everything he said. Then, it all clicked.

“I was just a means to an end… You just wanted my company,” you say in disbelief as the tears start welling in your eyes.

“Your company was doing great and so was mine. As one, we can make billions. I’ll be filty fucking rich.” he exclaims, turning to face you.

“All this time, I thought you actually cared about me. All the things you told me… that were all lies? Are you satisfied now that you took my company and broke me?”

He rolls his eyes, “You were broken to begin with. That’s what got you into this mess.” 

He stalked over to you as if you were prey and you found yourself frozen in place as he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Your last boyfriend told you that you’re too controlling. He told you that you’re unlovable and undesirable because of that. You wanted to prove him wrong so bad. You wanted someone to touch you and say things that made you feel like they loved you. That’s all I did. You just took that bait.”

You were silent as the tears fell down your cheeks. He let go of your chin and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the edge of the desk, watching you try to form a sentence.

You could tell he was bored with this conversation. Bored with you. Every word he spoke was poison to your soul.

“You told me that you will be there for me forever and that I was the first person to ever make you feel this way. You said that my ex was stupid to me go of me.” Your voice was small. Broken. You felt like an animal in the den of a boa constrictor.

“You know what? I was lying. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.”

“You’re such a fucking ass.”

“I’m not a complete monster. I am letting you keep your job. I know how much you love your former company and this company. I can’t let my best business partner go.”

He sighs, taking out his extra handkerchief from his jacket and handing it to you. “Clean your face up, sign the papers, take the day off, and you better keep it professional at the meeting tomorrow.”

You silently accept the handkerchief and walk over to his desk, grabbing a pen off the desk and signing each of the pages. On the sticky note, you write fuck you and slam the pen down along with the handkerchief. 

“Very classy,” he chuckles, watching you walk towards the door. As soon as you had the door opened, you paused when his voice rang out once again. “No hard feelings, Y/N. It’s just business.”