#c: zenin maki

[oikawa-tooru]

if i had stayed there at the bottom, i would've hated myself

roh’s favourites: zen'in maki in jujutsu kaisen, matching faves with @taohs

[toastedbarleytea]

Naoya is a violent misogynist who enjoys demeaning women - sexual harassment, threats of rape, physical violence - and flaunting his status within the Zenin hierarchy.

But get him within three feet of actual pussy and he starts breaking out in cold sweats.

[sparklymuses]

NAUGHTY OR NICE?

★ ★  —    

❝    Santa has good taste, I'll be sure to leave the cookies out.    ❞

[gatitties]

Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you just keep adding lunatics to the list like they're pokemon and you lose patience

─Warnings: mahito (he's a warning himself yeh) blood, death, a little anxiety attack, toxic behaviors, obsession, yandere stuff

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One / Par Two

I'm done downloading my inspiration on this for now, I feel like this is a little longer, sorryyy 😶

YOU WERE too quick to accept that these sorcerers would do whatever they wanted with you, but in a way, starting a verbal fight to refuse to do certain quests would cause you more problems than solutions, so you were just like a body empty of soul moving back and forth, simply waiting for the next order to complete it as quickly as possible.

The worst thing of all was that it wasn't annoying, at least, not the fact of taking orders, you liked it, you didn't have to think too much, just do this and that, you definitely started to think that all those tests of 'are you a leader or a follower' made sense all those times that your result was being a follower, you wanted an easy life and being a leader of anything is a complete stress that you were not going to go through.

So your simplistic and conformist personality only made it easier for all those sorcerers to mold you to their liking, this does not mean that whenever they asked to spend time with you or simply be attached to you you accepted, they would always have a negative response at first, however if they continued insisting, as may be the case with Itadori and Nobara, you would agree to do what they wanted, because accepting is easier than declining. Megumi and Gojo weren't as persistent in asking for small favors or bonding time, which you appreciated.

"I was looking for you, Maki and I are going to go downtown to look for some cursed weapons, do you want to come?"

Nobara, getting into the bad habit of not knocking on your door and entering without permission, throw herself at your bed grabbing your hand to beg you to go out with her and Maki, knowing that you would refuse she started whining about how you hadn't left your room lately and that she had been very busy with the missions. With no other option you accepted, hoping to be able to get back to what you were doing later in the night.

You thanked the heavens that Maki Zenin was skeptical about your stay at the Jujutsu school, since you did not show any interest in developing cursed techniques or improving physical abilities, she thought that you were not important enough, a shame that Nobara had to drag you with her long enough for Maki to end up getting attached to you, you barely talked to her but for some reason she ended up liking you.

"Come on, we don't have all afternoon."

Maki began to walk waiting for you both to follow her steps, a couple of minutes later the two of them began a light idle chat while you followed behind, only with one of your headphones on in case they spoke to you at some point.

"Be careful, you should stop looking at your phone and look at your surroundings, you are so careless."

The girl with glasses grabbed the back of the collar of your uniform to stop you just before you crossed a red zebra crossing for pedestrians, you watched for a moment as the cars sped by just a few centimeters from you with blank eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

You shrugged, putting away your phone like a scolded child, Nobara took the liberty of grabbing your hand to guide you the rest of the way, at least you could walk looking absent-mindedly at anything that caught your attention without worrying about tripping.

Disinterested and bored once they started negotiating about the cursed weapons, you decided that you could go out for a few minutes without anyone noticing to the bakery you had seen around the corner, you felt like something sweet, you were going to buy something sweet and no one will stop you. Unfortunately before you could get out of the alley, because of course, a shop like that wasn't going to be visible to everyone, once again a curse clung to you desperately to be forgiven.

"Not now please."

You took a couple of minutes to release the cursed energy of that curse, feeling your eyelids heavier and your body more relaxed, of course your ability had cons, after all what you were doing was consuming cursed energy, your way of releasing it were resting, which led you to sometimes fall asleep even standing up due to exhaustion.

Your slight drowsiness disappeared when you heard the sewer besides you sliding with a squeak, a strange mass began to come out until it formed a guy who looked like a sewn doll, his bicolor eyes looked into your soul.

"That was very interesting, where is that curse? Did you absorb it? Did you kill it?"

Your parents had taught you that you shouldn't talk to strangers, especially if they seemed like lunatics who could deform and come out of random sewers, and like a good mom and dad's girl, you looked away, backing away to exit through the other side of the alley, but he managed to grab your wrist so you wouldn't run away.

"It's rude to ignore someone when they speak, you know?"

You frowned looking at his hand on you, remaining silent, you let out an inaudible sigh, you always had to end up in this type of situation, tangled with people ─in this case curses─ that trapped you without wanting to let go.

"I sent it to rot in hell, its soul will remain suffering until eternity, remembering and regretting all the evils it has caused, it will be subjected to the worst tortures imaginable."

He remained silent before bursting into laughter, you had said all that so seriously, with that grim face that he almost believed it, you hoped that trying to 'scare' him would work, but this curse had at least a couple more neurons than the ones you used to meet.

"Aren't you funny? It's a shame I have to kill you, I thought we could be friends but you're-"

The ground began to shake, almost losing your balance, you took advantage of the sudden distraction to free yourself from Mahito's grip, approaching the nearest wall so as not to fall due to the tremors, the sewer flew away and you could see how the curse paled, transforming again to escape.

"How many hours have I lost in this chase?"

A new voice came out of nowhere, turning around you saw a blonde man with glasses, he was wearing a uniform and had a blood stained weapon in one of his hands, you looked at each other in silence until he spoke again.

"A student… hey, have you seen that curse? Where did he flee?"

Figuring he was trustworthy enough since he seemed to recognize the Jujutsu high, you silently pointed in the direction Mahito left, earning a nod from him to leave you there alone again. As if that weren't enough, before you could leave the alley to get some sweet, you ran into another curse, this one looked like a volcano with only one eye, it was petting a stray cat while muttering things like 'you're a good boy' in a squeaky voice, you were going to turn around to make this less awkward but your bones had to make that weird sound sometimes when you walk.

His one eye widened at the sight of you, a small rash erupting from his head and he shot up at the speed of light.

"I'll pretend I haven't seen anything if you pretend you haven't seen me."

You decided to reach a mutual agreement because you heard Nobara shout your name, surely they had finished their purchase or had been alerted by the noise earlier, and if they found you now they would surely distract you enough that you wouldn't be able to buy your candy. You took enough time to complete your little mission, as just as you left the bakery you were approached by the red-haired girl who hugged you like a whimpering koala.

"You can't disappear like that out of nowhere! We heard a shaking and thought something bad had happened to you."

She rubbed her cheek against your shoulder, you murmured apologies while still savoring your sweet, Maki remained silent watching the interaction, carefully searching for any kind of scratch or wound on your body, she sighed in relief when she saw that you didn't seem to have anything.

"We have already spent a lot of time here, we should go back, Toge and Panda are waiting for us for our training."

The encounter with these two curses, Mahito and Jogo, was only a small trigger that led you to strangely meet them more times later, you were never close of course, but your eyes always seemed to meet the multicolored or the single eye of those guys in some bustling part of the city, you knew they had some plan with Itadori, but it's not like you could do anything, you just alerted Gojo and he thanked you with a few pats on the head for the information.

On the other hand, you became a recurring conversation on the side of the villains, for one reason or another, everyone got to know you, either because Mahito was talking about you or because you had an encounter with Geto or Choso, not knowing them, you felt strange when you exchanged glances with them because you felt the same as when you first met the trio of sorceres, they already knew you before you knew anything about them.

Their curiosity about you was only based on overprotectiveness and how obsessed the sorcerers were with you, you seemed to be an important person, was it because of your power? Was it because of your cursed technique? It was something they wanted to find out and anyway if it was nothing like that, they could always use you as a wild card to blackmail them.

You decided to ignore their presence while you worked on your assignments, assignments in which you got to know that blonde guy, Nanami, he was assigned with you for a couple of missions and at first he felt quite irritated by your carefree behavior and even annoyed by your lack of interest in the work, but he couldn't blame you, in his eyes, like Itadori, you were just a teenager who shouldn't be doing this kind of work. He proposed to himself that no student was going to die under his care, especially someone who was never in favor of being part of the cursed world.

You just kept adding people who were worried or interested in you to the list, and you thought that there was no one else who could feel that way, that you could finally breathe easy, that you could stop moving through that web that kept you captive, that you could snuggling in your sheets protecting yourself from the cold while you hugged a pillow and slept carefree.

And… out of nowhere you wake up with a wet cheek, an eternal sea of blood where you could float, in the distance a temple made up of different animal and human bones. Your eyes became slightly watery, your only moment of rest ruined by whatever was happening, you were upset, furious, maybe it was the first time since you left home you felt an emotion this strong and vivid.

"This has to be a fucking joke…"

You mumble walking towards the temple hoping to find some kind of answer to get out of there, you wanted your hours of sleep back, you wanted to disconnect your brain from reality and travel to your dreams seeking solace outside of this world, not to be trapped in this stupid place.

"This is unusual, how did you manage to get here, brat?"

You rubbed your face furiously, of course you had heard about Sukuna, how Itadori swallowed a fucking finger, but luckily you didn't have any encounter with the king of curses, until now. Again it seemed like he already knew you, but how could he not? You occupied more than half of Itadori's thoughts.

"That's what I would like to know, is this your domain? Get me out of here."

"I can't."

You couldn't contain the irritated grimace you made, this time your expressionlessness broke as well as your patience, a small twitch appeared in your eye and you began to breathe harder, you rubbed your head too hard, perhaps tearing out a few strands in the process, but you didn't care, you exploded after putting up with so much shit.

"Tell me it's a joke, you're the king of curses, not the king of comedians, get me out of here."

Your tone of voice stopped being monotonous, now radiating annoyance and demand that made Sukuna smile at your outburst, he had always heard Itadori complain about how unexpressive you were with them and now you are exploiting a lot of negative emotions.

"Well, I can do that, but for that I would have to kill you."

"Do it." you didn't take a second or hesitate to respond, almost surprising the man, who watched you in silence as you approached him, your frown more with every step you took "What the hell are you waiting for? Do it, kill me."

Sukuna had seen many people begging him, begging for lives, begging to end suffering, it wasn't even the first time they had begged him for a death, but this felt… strange, he had never seen someone so young desperate to die, he had never seen someone have the anxiety attack you were experiencing right now, and strangely he had never felt the kind of energy you gave off, it was somewhat reassuring. He began to understand all the macabre thoughts about you in Itadori's thoughts, all that overprotection and worry, or perhaps, he had gone crazy, becoming infected because of the human in which he was locked up.

"Mmmh, I can do it, but you will only wake up, if you have managed to get here without trying, you will surely come back when you try to sleep again, but it is only a theory, since you have never been here before."

"In that case I'll think of something, but let me wake up."

"Ok"

He shrugged with disinterest, you didn't even feel how his fist lodged in your abdomen, your body staggered towards his, while he held you with one of his arms, the other pulled out your heart that continued pumping blood, you looked in disgust as he seemed to enjoy watching the blood splash across his face.

"Son of a bitch with a fetish for dishearten people…"

It was the only thing you said before your body faded away, immediately waking up in your bed with labored breathing, you placed your hands on your heart, checking that it was still in place, beating rapidly from the agitation. That specific night you couldn't sleep, because by doing so you returned to Sukuna's domain, or to Itadori's mind, the problem was rooted in the fact that that specific day Itadori was much more worried about you than usual, generating a certain connection that interfered with his and your dreams, the middle ground being Sukuna's domain.

Now you couldn't even go to sleep thinking about having a good dream, because depending on the night you would end up stuck with the king of curses, another person added to the list, would this be some kind of divine punishment? You just want to run to your parents and hug them with all your might, for them to tell you that everything will be okay and that you are a good daughter, for the moment you will settle for hugging your cold pillow in search of comfort while three pairs of eyes watch as your emotions slowly deteriorates.

They would make sure to be the arms that keep you warm, to be the people you turn to in these types of situations, you shouldn't be sad, you are much better off here, more protected and safe.

"Good night darling, have sweet dreams."

Gojo, having shooed the other three students away from you, entered your room, gently wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks, he stroked your hair for a few seconds before brushing away a few strands and kissing your forehead. He hadn't had the chance to prove that he was capable of being a good father in Megumi's eyes, but he could be to you, it's a shame that you still cling to your parents as role models when he was there, he would be a better father figure, just wait.

[kyleemm2]

Art Supplies I'd Give to JJK Characters [Protagonist Edition]

My credentials: I make art and I can do what I want.

Yuji Itadori: mechanical pencil- easy to use, easy to manage, forgiving, but he always forgets to bring extra lead and erasers. He'd draw cutesy things and anime characters.

Megumi Fushiguro: charcoal pencils- intense and moody, somewhat forgiving, but you reach the end result faster, less rendering required in comparison to pencil, and much more artistic and professional-looking end piece. He'd make abstract pieces that no one understands but he doesn't care that no one understands.

Choso Kamo: acrylic markers- not always easy to get the hang of, but once you do, you’ll create pieces that are rich in color and texture. I feel like he'd like the big chunky Krink markers. You'd KNOW he'd draw stylized portraits of his brothers!

Nobara Kugisaki: gouache paint- trendy, fun, easy to use, always reliable. Despite their popularity, they're still a viable medium! I feel like she'd paint a lot of Studio Ghibli screenshots.

Satoru Gojo: sumi ink- a classic medium that is always fun to use that yields a classy, minimalistic look. He'd definitely draw Digimon characters in classic Japanese style.

Suguru Geto: willow charcoal- soft and also minimalist, easy to use but can get a little messy when not handled properly. He'd make a lot of soft landscapes and simple still lifes.

Maki Zenin: ink pens- can’t go wrong with ink pens, they’re versatile and deliver beautiful results when used properly. She'd probably draw portraits.

Toge Inumaki: spray paint- unassuming at first, but when in use, they cannot be ignored! He'd do pop art and graffiti-styled works.

Panda: finger paints- do this really need an explanation? Fun, easy to use, and can pack a punch when taken seriously. He'd make self-insert drawings, no matter what the project would be.

Yuta Okkotsu: collage art- when done right, collages can evoke intense visual appeal while also reducing waste. Given that his CT is mimicry, using pieces already produced seems fitting. He'd make abstract stuff that tells a story or expresses his feelings.

Utahime Iori: oil paint- arguably the classiest fine art medium around, requires patience and technique but yields the richest and more alluring end results. Landscapes, portraits, anything beautiful.

Shoko Ieri: photography- why make something out of art supplies when you can capture the beauty of the world in real time? It’s always good to snap a memorable photo before it’s too late. She'd photograph her friends and herself and anything she finds interesting.

Kento Nanami: dry pastels- while they tend to require some skill to produce quality pieces, the technique is worth it. And if you’re a fellow pastel fiend, you know how pricey Sennelier is. Nanami uses the high-quality shit. He'd do still life art of things in his home for the sake of convenience, but he'd probably want to do seascapes if he ever made it to Malaysia :c

lmk if u agree or disagree. i have an antagonist edition coming as well

[xxizombiexx]

Hungry

Maki Zenin x FEM! Reader

Idc what anyone says, Maki will always be my smoking hot lesbian girlfriend

Tw- maki having an obsession with you, oral, pet names (baby, doll, ect), fingering, lesbian shit, dirty talk, sub reader, dom Maki (let's face it, Maki is the man in the relationship), reader is kinda of a bimbo, begging, teasing

-

Maki just couldn't take her eyes off you. You were just so, so beautiful. Like a doll. A special doll. The type you keep in a box because of its valued beauty. The type that you keep away from others because of how rare it is. She wanted to keep you away from others. Maki wanted to keep you away from all things that would hurt you. You were hers, You were Maki Zenin's girlfriend.

"Maki! You're staring again." You whispered to her; you two were out with your friends, having lunch after a long day of training, and Yuji and Nobera who had just came back from a mission.

"I'm sorry, baby, you're just so beautiful. How could I keep my eyes off of you." Maki responded back, pushing a piece of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. You blushed and looked back at your half empty plate of sushi. "You know, I'm not really hungry for sushi." She muttered into your ear.

"What are you hungry for?" You asked, generally. Maki looked at you and smirked a little.

"How about we ditch this losers and I can show you at our dorms. Hm?"

Your entire face was most likely red now. You couldn't say no to her. You just can't.

You give her a look that answered her question.

"Oh, damnit. Principle Yuga needs Y/n and I at the school." Maki announced, pulling out her phone and standing up from her chair.

"He does? I thought you were hungry--" Maki quickly shushed you up, by pulling you up by the arm. It didn't hurt, but it did cut you off guard.

"Sorry guys. We have to go. Goodbye."

-

Maki's pink lips kissed down your neck, as she pulled down your pants.

"Oh, what am I going to do with you, hm? You make me go crazy." Maki muttered, leaving dark purple spots on your neck. All you can do is whimper her name, as her slender fingers circled your clit through your panties.

"M-Maki~" You moaned as you felt yourself getting even more wet. "I-I need more."

"Aw, does my poor baby want more? That's not how you ask for things." Maki said, smiling. "Beg." 

"Maki, I-I need you. Please! I need to feel your fingers in me. Please!" You begged. Maki gave a light chuckle, as she slowly pulled down your underwear.

"Why didn't you just say so in the first place, baby? You know I'll give you anything." Maki's fingers ran up and down your folds, practically teasing you, before sliding a finger in your tight hole. "This pussy is nice and tight, just for me. Right? Only me."

All you can do is moan back, as you felt her slide in another finger. "Yes, yes!" You moaned as Maki slowly, but surely, started to pick up the pace. "Only you!" Maki smiled once more.

"Good." She then began to kiss the sensitive spot on your neck once more. Your moans got louder as she shoved her two fingers inside of you.

"M-Maki, Maki, I think..I-"

You couldn't even get the words out of your mouth. But somehow Maki understood what you were trying to say.

"Go ahead, baby. Come all over my fingers." Her thumb came up to rub your clit, adding more pleasure. Your moans were getting louder and louder as you came on her fingers. Maki didn't stop. She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you until you came down from your high.

Out of breath, you closed your eyes, and slammed your head on her pillow.

But your eyes quickly shot back open you felt Maki move and rest her head in between your thighs.

"You thought this was over? I told you I was hungry for something else."

Maki wasted no time, licking your sensitive nub. The taste of you wetness and your cum mixed together was heaven dancing on Maki's tongue. God, she wish she could eat you like this everyday.

You quickly grabbed onto Maki's hair, moans turned into whimpers because you were so sensitive down there.

Your second orgasim came much quicker then your first.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You moaned, falling back into the bed.

"Looks like this pretty doll is all fuck out, ain't she." Maki said, more to herself then you. "I've just bearly started, too. What a shame."

-

[rekino2114]

if requests are open would you mind writing fem gojo, fem sukuna, maki, and nobara with a male!s/o who doesnt take anything seriously- like, hes the type to laugh during a serious situation

idk if youll do this or not lol i thought it was a good idea im a big supporter of ur work btw MALE/GN!READER SUPREMACY

Nobara,maki,fem!gojo, and fem!sukuna with a s/o who doesn't take anything seriously

A/n:Thanks, I appreciate the support, gn/male reader supremacy indeed

Nobara kugisaki

She treats you very similarly to how she treats yuji:sometimes she's mad and yells at you, and other times she's giggling and having fun with you

It really depends on the situation. If you're during a mission and the situation is serious, then she'll tell you to stop and take it seriously, but if you're laughing at something stupid, yuji did then she'll just join you

If she gets very mad at you for your lack of seriousness she won't talk to you for a while and wait for you to come and apologize

"Hey y/n, what the heck are you laughing about over here?"

"Sorry, it's just yuji slipped and fell down it was wo funny"

"Really? You have to show me"

"Yeah I filmed it"

"C-cmon guys"

Maki zenin

Sometimes, she wonders why she loves you. Genuinely, you two are just opposites and you annoy her so much most of the time

Unless it's an actually funny situation she'll scold you for being so unserious. Gojo already annoys her a lot and she doesn't need someone else like that giving her even more headaches

She gets mad at you a lot and will need a lot of time to get used to your demeanor, but when your relationship goes on for long enough, she'll get softer and be more understanding.....she still hits you when you're annoying though

"You idiot! We're fighting a curse and you're out here laughing? Be serious for once!"

"I think it's you who needs to relax more maki"

".........."

"O-ok sorry babe"

Fem!gojo

You two are just the same, always being silly and not taking anything seriously. You have so many inside jokes that no one else can understand, but that make you burst into laughter at any moment

You could be on a mission, hunting a very powerful curse, and gojo will just be showing you memes while firing off a red to take care of it, followed by both of you laughing about how weak it was

Everyone else is so annoyed by you two, especially satori's students who just sigh whenever her boyfriend walks into class, knowing you'll just start joking around and they won't get anything done

"Man, that curse was seriously a special grade? Man what a disappointment"

"I know, I'm sure even a sneeze would have killed it"

"Hehe, you're right about that"

Fem!sukuna

She's like nobara in the sense that her reaction to your personality depends on her mood

There are moments where she's feeling grumpy or unsatisfied, so she'll demand you stop being like this around her but also moments where she can be very unserious and laugh too, especially when she's fighting a weak enemy

She would be lying if she said she didn't find your silliness cute, especially when you're this happy because of something she did, but she'll never say it to your face

"Great job, ryomi, you annihilated that sorcerer like it was nothing, it was so much fun"

"I'm glad you found it enjoyable, but did you expect anything else"

"Of course not my queen, I love watching you fight"

"Eh, thank you, and I.....appreciate seeing your reaction"

[yuesya]

I'd love hear more of your thoughts about Shiki and Toji's relationship in the Zenin AU or just in general of the au!

I think Shiki and Toji could have such funny (and violent) interactions together (not that most of their fellow clansmen would agree with that)

Clansman A: Violence is not the answer!!

Clansman B: Actually...

Clansman A, in tears: Let me keep my delusions, please.

Clansman C, limping past with a pair of crutches: Y'know, I can't believe I kind of miss it back when we had an alcoholic geezer for a clan head.

.

Prior to leaving the Zenin Clan and getting married, Toji was -for a period of time- in charge of the Hei, the Zenin Clan's elite squad of sorcerers. There is resistance to this at first, to which Toji responds by using the tried and true Shiki Method of Leadership: Beat up anyone and everyone who disagrees, either until they fall in line or until they die.

(Naoya and Maki may or may not be cheering on the sidelines together while this beatdown is happening.)

[taohs]

top 5 female characters? <3 c:

@izuku @squidokja answering these all together because my top 5 characters are basically all women <3 (love you guys thanks for letting me talk about the girls)

Tao - can't draw

Balalaika - "but she killed people" have you considered that she's beautiful

Han Sooyoung - perfect balance of girlfailure and girlboss

Zenin Maki - jjk doesn't deserve her 😔

Shinobu Kocho - prettiest cutest smartest!! did absolutely nothing wrong in her life

[hopefulsweetssoul]

DESPAIR (Jujutsu Kaiser/jjk x Isekai male reader) BIO:

Name (Before Reincarnation): R/N M/N

Name (After Reincarnation): R/N Zenin

Eye Color: (E/C)

Hair Color: (H/C)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Country of Birth (Before Reincarnation): USA

Country of Birth (After Reincarnation): Japan

Age (Before Reincarnation): 24

Age (After Reincarnation): 18

Weapons:

Cursed Bow abd Arrows

Cursed Shield

Cured swords

Cursed Tecnique:

Domain Expansion: Eternal Battlefield

Family (Before Reinxarnation):

•F/N M/N (Father)

•N/N M/N (Mother)

Family (After Reinxarnation):

•Megumi Fushiguro (Younger Brother)

•Toji Fushiguro (Father)

•Tsumiki Fushiguro (Step-Sister)

•Jinichi Zenin (Uncle)

•Maki Zenin (Second Aunt)

•Mai Zenin (Second Aunt)

•Naoya Zenin (Second Uncle)

•Ogi Zenin (Grand Uncle)

•Naobito Zenin (Grand Uncle)

Friends: Yukji Itadori, Panda, Nobara Kugisaki, Together Inumaki, Satoru Gojo, Yuta

Enemies: Sukuna, Suguru Geto, Kenjaku, Mahito, Hanami, Dagon, Joko

Like: Fighting against Curses, Protecting his friends and family, Develop new strategies against Curses, Protect the Innocents, animals.

Dislike: Curses, Demons, seeing his friends and family suffer, Seeing people die in front of him

NB: This is a prequel of Stupendouspizzacomputer's fanfiction. If you want to check him out and follow him, you will do a favor to everyone. I hope you will like this fanfic. Also there will be a bunch of characters from other universes. You have been warned.

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds (Book 2) Chapter Five

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Chapter Five: Ghosts

Summary: Megumi and Nanami take on Dagon and several ghosts, and (Y/N) faces someone from her past.

            On the other side of Shibuya station, Megumi was of the same mind as (Y/N). He had broken into Dagon’s, the sea curse’s, domain where Nanami, who had only one eye left and blood striping his crisp cream suit, Zenin Naobito, who had lost an arm, and Maki, bruised and cut but doing the best out of the three, were fighting for their lives.

            Now, Megumi had summoned his own partial domain to break a hole in Dagon’s. The three sorcerers raced towards him to escape as Dagon surged after them.

            “To Fushiguro!” ordered Nanami. He stopped by Fushiguro to let Naobito and Maki go through first.

            But as they skidded to a stop before the hole, two pairs of hands reached through from the outside, and two figures jumped in. One was a man with dark hair and a scar above his lip; the other, a woman with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Nanami and Naobito watched in shock. Toji, however, moved lightning-quick and threw Maki to the side while Toji stole Playful Cloud the staff. (M/N) stretched and watched them with glowing eyes.

            “Fushiguro.” Nanami turned to Megumi urgently.

            “No good. The hole’s closed, and it knows our plan now, too. I doubt it’ll let us open another one that easily,” said Megumi.

            “Toji?! (M/N)?!” gasped Naobito, staring at the pair.

            But neither responded. Their minds, though stronger than their bodies’ original souls, were still influenced by the cursed technique. They had become puppets of carnage, bearing their fangs towards the strongest around. Toji and (M/N) looked at Dagon.

            “Eel strike, maybe a swordfish,” said (M/N).

A moment later, Dagon struck with an eel, and Toji, with his superhuman senses, reacted instantly, sending Dagon flying with multiple strikes of Playful Cloud. Dagon reeled backwards, struggling to keep up with the force that was Fushiguro Toji.

            “Multiple,” said (M/N), still just observing carefully.

            Toji dodged the several eels headed towards and grinned as he easily beat Dagon back, a feat that three sorcerers failed to do together. Naobito, happy to let Toji risk his somehow-returned life against Dagon, tried his hand at getting rid of (M/N). Neither could be left alive, in his mind. (M/N) leaned back and let Naobito’s punch move over her before she landed a powerful blow on the Zenin.

            “Either a hundred crabs or two huge trilobites behind you,” said (M/N) as she handled Naobito’s attacks with ease and forced him back to his allies.

            Toji pivoted and slammed Playful Cloud through the first and second trilobite. Their size and hard shells did nothing to stop his massacre. Not stopping for a second, his speed brought him right to the unarmed and shocked Dagon. He slammed the staff through the curse’s stomach, letting blood spray everywhere once again.

            Maki watched in shock. To see someone like herself, no cursed energy at all and better physical abilities to balance out, doing what Zenin Naobito and Nanami Kento could not was surprising. Sure, she had incredibly strength and speed, but this guy was out of this world.

            And the woman, who seemed to read attacks before they came, moved easily through even the strange, beach-like domain of Dagon’s creation like it was a walk in the park and nothing could shock her. But with her cursed technique, perhaps that wasn’t surprising.

            “Hey, geezer, who are they?” asked Maki.

            “Ghosts,” muttered Naobito darkly.

            In the few seconds the exchange took, Toji struck Playful Cloud against itself and sharpened its ends. Dagon surged towards him to try to force him on the defensive, jumping up so that Toji could not reach him first. The curse user grinned insanely. With precision even sorcerers could not master, Toji balanced each third of Playful Cloud on top of the other and vaulted upwards. As Dagon’s eyes widened, Toji smirked and drove sharpened points through his head, letting him fall to the sand, dead.

            Dagon’s Domain disappeared and left the group standing in Shibuya station once again. Toji and (M/N) turned to the group. Nanami narrowed his eyes and braced for an attack, even if it was strange to look into a face so much like (Y/N)’s but so intent on destruction. But then (M/N)’s head tilted and her eyes glowed softly for a moment before she smiled. A true smile, not steeped in insanity or sadism, but soft and warm.

            “Have fun, Toji,” she said, her posture relaxing. “I’m out.”

            Toji narrowed his eyes. “Heh?!”

            “I have something else to do,” she said. “And I’m sure you can handle a few sorcerers.” Not letting anyone get another word in, she turned and began running down the halls of Shibuya. “Ba-bye!”

            Naobito and Nanami hesitated to go after her, but they knew they needed to be here to face Toji. He was the more immediate threat, the more dangerous killer. (M/N) had always posed a problem for different reasons.

            Toji grumbled and looked back at the group, the desire to fight the strongest in front of him as strong as ever, still slightly influenced by the old lady’s technique. “Vague and annoying as ever. I’m gonna finish what I started with you.” He grinned. “After I finish off these guys.”

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            (Y/N) turned and threw her instantly summoned knife down the hall behind her as she sensed strange cursed energy, almost familiar.

            (M/N) grinned and caught it before it had a chance to even scratch her. “Fast! Didn’t give me a chance to predict your movement. If I didn’t have my reflexes, I’d be dead.” She frowned. “Again.”

            (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and watched the (M/N). Again? “What do you want?”

            “Straight to the point. I know where you get that,” said (M/N). She twirled the dagger around in her hand and shrugged. “Technically, the technique that summoned me back wants me to fight the strongest person in front of me.” (M/N) gestured to (Y/N) with the knife. “Of course, that’d be you.”

            “I’m by myself,” said (Y/N) blankly. She was letting her enemy get comfortable before she got rid of the daggers and could resummon weapons just for herself.

            “Sure, but I’m confident you’d be powerful no matter who you’re around,” said (M/N). Either going to attack and get her dagger back or get rid of them entirely.

            (Y/N) couldn’t read tone well at times, but she identified a strange hint of caring and familiarity in the voice.

            (M/N). “I wouldn’t expect anything less from my daughter.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Her focus shifted from seeing (M/N) as an enemy to putting the pieces together. Instead of looking at her stance and if she was going to attack, (Y/N) noticed the (E/C)-colored eyes and (H/C) hair, so similar to her own.

            (M/N) calmly walked towards her stunned daughter. She cupped (Y/N)’s face and looked at her. She smiled sadly. “Oh, star, you’re so grown up. I wish I could have been with you.”

            “Why weren’t you?” whispered (Y/N). “I’ve heard the Elders; I’ve heard Gojo. They say you were powerful, you and my father. Why weren’t you here?”

            (M/N) sighed. “Because there was more at stake than just my life.” She gazed fondly at (Y/N). “There was your future.”

            (Y/N) curled her hands into fists. “My future as an outcast? They tried to execute me, why…” Her voice turned to a broken whisper. “Why couldn’t we have stayed together? Couldn’t you have seen what was going to happen?”

            (M/N) shook her head sadly. “My star, I only see possibilities. And the farther off the event, the vaguer it is to predict likely scenarios.”

            “So you couldn’t have escaped? You and my father would have died anyways?” (Y/N)’s eyes drifted to the ground.

            “(Y/N), I am only concerned about your fate,” said (M/N). “You’re my daughter. And as much pain as you have been through, this is a life much better suited to you then running from sorcerers and killing them when they caught up would have been.” She laughed and gestured around her. “You have people who care about you and the will to fight for what you want, even as others try to keep it from you. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” (M/N) leaned forward to kiss (Y/N)’s forehead softly. “I’m so proud of you. You’re going to be incredible, no matter what path you choose.”

            (Y/N) looked up into her mother’s eyes. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”

            “You know that that I must, (Y/N),” she said, hugging her daughter close and stepping back as she raised the dagger. “I love you, my star.” (M/N) drove the silver blade through herself, and her body fell to the ground.

            As (Y/N) watched it transform back into the corpse of Ogami’s granddaughter again, she picked up her dagger and let it fade, bloodstains and all, into glimmers of light that danced away into the sky.

            I love you.

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            While (Y/N) fought (M/N), Nanami, Maki, Megumi, and Naobito faced Zenin Toji, a force of power bent on killing the strongest sorcerers before him. It took him only a second to identify his opponent based on that criterion. Toji slammed Megumi through the station’s window, taking the battle to the streets.

            “Megumi!” cried Maki before freezing as two powerful cursed energies permeated the room.

            “Dagon is gone,” snarled Jogo.

            “Yes, it seems so,” said Nox, glancing over at the sorcerers. He had noticed Fushiguro Toji, so it was no surprise to him that Dagon had fallen.

            Nanami and Naobito’s eyes widened at the sight of the curses. They were both on another level compared to Dagon, especially Nox. They watched warily as Jogo knelt by his fallen companion’s remains.

            “Calm yourself. We are spirits of nature, our souls return, even if new forms. You will see Hanami, Dagon, and Miku again,” said Nox.

            “Miku is dead?” asked Jogo.

            “Her cursed energy disappeared a few moments ago, extinguished by a power greater than her own,” said Nox.

            Jogo narrowed his eye. “Then we’ll end that sorcerer after we kill these.”

            Nox hummed uncommittedly. “I’ll take the Zenin.”

            “I can handle all of them just fine,” snapped Jogo.

            “The Zenin is mine,” repeated Nox in a tone that allowed no further discussion.

            Naobito narrowed his eyes and sped towards Nox, not wasting another second. But with his lost arm decreasing his speed and lack of power next to the curse, Naobito never stood a chance. Nox’s hand snatched Naobito’s neck easily, and he began strangling the Zenin Clan Head.

            “Hello, Naobito,” said Nox, his eyes shining in the darkness of the subway. “It’s been a long time.” Naobito sputtered and tried to speak up, but Nox tightened his grip and leaned towards his ear. “This is for everyone you sacrificed in the false name of humanity.” Nox tossed Naobito to the ground and, as his eyes glowed, holding up two fingers with pointed, black nails and circling them in the air.

            “Galaxy.”

            Purple and blue light swirled in a spiral pattern around Naobito before constricting into a gold-white light that sliced the Clan Head open in several spots. Naobito’s body fell apart, blood spilling over the floor. Zenin Naobito was dead.

            Maki and Nanami’s eyes widened as it all happened in an instant. They crouched to prepare for an attack, but Jogo sent flames racing towards both. The fire ate away at their skin, sending Maki down for the count, badly burned but alive, and Nanami fell against the wall, trying to keep himself up in order to fight.

            Nanami’s brown eyes met Nox’s silver for a brief moment. Neither man moved as Nox glanced over the 7-3 Sorcerer’s form as if deciphering something from it, expression inscrutable as Nanami’s. It seemed a decision was being made as Jogo watch for Nox to make the first move. The different in power and control between the two was evident. Jogo had the bravado but not the leadership. Nox was in charge.

            The moment was broken when cursed energy ran through the entire building. Jogo turned wildly to where he sensed it.

            Sukuna’s finger had been revealed within Shibuya Station.

            Nox smirked and tossed a casual glance over his shoulder at Nanami. “If you can stand, I’d suggest taking the girl and running. Things are about to get a little hectic.”

            Nanami was struck by how oddly sincere the advice was underneath the playfulness.

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Worlds Away JJK AU/ Chapter 95 - Stimulation 🔞

w/c - 6,795

“Doll…”, Toji engulfs her lips with his own, using his mass to impose his stature. When he breaks away for breath, he’s drawn to her half-lidded glowing eyes and to how her fluttering lashes have collected the tiniest of droplets; the light catches them perfectly. Adjusting his hold, he bucks Elska upwards to better secure her against the wall but the tile is incredibly slick, causing him to slide.

They slipped not even an inch but its enough for Elska to recognize that perhaps there will be a better time for this position later. She giggles into Toji’s lips right before he lowers her down, his attitude unapologetic but also copacetic. Stepping towards the warm stream, Elska shivers from lust alone while contemplating on Toji’s demeanor. She doesn’t truly believe that he’d drop her but that would add quite the damper on the day, “My beloved, that was a close o-…ahh!”.

Toji collides into her back, trapping her within his arms to share the free-falling stream. Their hips sway them slowly, his right arm bending near her breast to cross her shoulders; her hands hanging from his forearm. She asks, “Is everything alright?”, giving reason for the slighted smirk being birthed over her head. Of everything isn’t alright. He has to literally show his ass and terrify everyone in order to steal her away. As Toji’s eyes trail off to the left where the shampoo bottles sit in suds, he refrains from speaking harshly and instead exhales.

“Hmph.”, Elska twists around to face Toji with an eyebrow raised, asking, “What is wrong? You can talk to me…”. She raises a hand to cup his cheek but his large fingers snatch her wrist, to which she’s yanked into him. She closes her eyes while coupled into his skin and hones into his energy, trying to gauge his disposition by that alone. She gets nothing that is revealing to the point of making a judgement. It’s not enough.

Toji has become aware of everyone assembling in the bedroom and with a heated glare, fumes at the possibility of being interrupted. A gentle hand captures his chin, guiding it back to the one thing that can sate his insatiable thirst. His mind instantly cools and Toji allows himself the calming affect of her touch; nuzzling into it as her soft hands caress his cheek. She pulls his head downward, him obliging as their eyes close and their lips connect. It feels like such an improvement to have her undivided attention, as things were moons ago. Her mouth parts open, his hands slide to her hips. “Toji…”, leaves her in the form of a needing mewl, his wanton growl replying as naturally as the water bends to gravity.

~BANG~

Elska’s head snaps towards the door while his view burns menacingly towards the floor as he snarls, “That’s it…”.

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“THE FUCK!?”, Orao is shoved backwards into a mirror, thinking that specific piece was going to crash down over him. He scurries to his side, his cells clamoring incessantly to escape from danger.

“Please, don’t do this.”, Choso’s soft voice cascades calmly.

Orao jumps to his feet and postures himself in a much more aggressive stance, finding his glare to rest on the back of Naoya’s head, ‘He dare…’. His anger over being tossed like trash subsides momentarily when he gathers that Zenin only threw him to get him out of reach. Choso now stands beside the shaman with the katana, repeating, “Don’t do this.”. The sheer audacity of the young shaman with expression of a wounded dragon remains on himself but all of this only adds to Orao’s bewilderment while he mauls over Choso’s aide.

“Naoya!”, Maki cries with hands over her mouth as Yuuta rips the tip of his sword from her cousin’s arm. Naoya flinches but barely demonstrates pain, though she knows it must hurt. With a stiffened hand, she aims it towards Yuuta’s head, shouting, “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”.

Yuuta accepts the slap to his nape dutifully, now refining some of his temperament but he’s lost with how no one else seems to suspect the stranger, ‘This guy is one of them.’, that he’s certain. With Naoya’s blood dripping from the tip of his blade, Okkotsu berates himself over the mistake and offers, “I’m sorry…”.

Gojo sits up in the bed, still fully exposed but uncaring, “Should’ve just let Yuuta do it!”, shrugging his shoulders with disinterest. He watches Naoya shrug off the wound but tunes into his thoughts to hear, ‘FUCK THIS HURTS! I’VE GOT A FUCKING HOLE IN ME! I need to feed…these God Damn ruffians...FAAAACK’. Satoru snickers under his breath, lying back down to wait for his love to be done with her shower. He and nearly everyone jumps out of their skin when Toji once again barrels through the door to tell them all to shut the fuck up. Gojo’s eyes narrow, ‘He’s been in there with her this enitre time!???’, now feeling less patient.

“THIS ISN’T A FUCKING PLAYGROUND SO STOP ACTING LIKE IT IS!”, Toji roars, at his wits end with managing this circus, “CAN’T EVEN THINK WITH ALL THIS NOISE.”.

“Think?”, Gojo taunts rigidly, “More like fuck.”.

Naoya gasps, “Hey, wait a minute!!”, also now realizing that Toji was keeping Elska to himself, “What are you doing in there?!”. He grabs his arm and opens his mouth to warn all against attacking his princess today.

Gojo stands up and stretches, “I just told you lover boy!”, knowing that it’ll be harder for the sneaky Fushiguro to succeed with all the attention on them. Naoya’s jaw drops as if he feels betrayed thus filling Satoru with satisfaction, “And while we were all right here too!”, he whines, fanning the flames.

Toji face falls flat, his annoyance abundantly clear. He looks around the room, sees Getou, Maki, Yuuta and that fucking body guard; all people who don’t need to know what he and Elska were up to. ‘It needs to stay that way…’, his old-fashioned streak shining through until Naoya beelines for the bathroom. He clothes lines his cousin before grabbing a hold of his robes.

“Toji! Get off-”.

“Look boy…”, Toji yolks his younger cousin up by the collar, “I don’t want any more disturbances.”, his eyes reflecting off of Naoya’s pale skin, “I’m saying this as nicely as I possibly can right now...stay...the...fuck...out.”. When the Zenin explains that he’s injured and is need of his princess Toji grumbles and regrettably informs Naoya, “It’s just a scratch, you’ll survive.” but not too long before Satoru offers, “Feed from meeee little Naoya!”.

Suguru glances around to the guests awkwardly, shy and embarrassed by the issue at hand. He blushes as his mind runs wild with assumptions, all wild in nature but surrounded on what those on the outside of their circle must think of them. Choso walks past him, Getou side stepping as if touching the being would prove hazardous. He finds it odd that Choso would have any whispers to share with Okkotsu but pretends he doesn’t notice nonetheless.

“Thank you for heeding my advice…”, Choso quietly relays to Yuuta who looks back to him unsatisfied. The shaman’s eyes fall to Orao and harden but Choso vaguely explains, “There is reason for his being here. Hard though it may be, I ask that you leave him to us for the time being.”. He comprehends that Yuuta has no special reason to trust him, they’ve only just met despite how much Choso may know about him. Yuuta verbalizes nothing extraordinary but nods to affirm that he’s well aware of stumbling into something cryptic. Choso already regards him as someone trustworthy for there has never been a route that showed anything otherwise. Their attention becomes captured when Toji’s voice hollers, “SHE’S NOT JUST YOURS BOY!”, Yuuta shaking his head with laughter to how much things have changed. He can’t help but reiterate to himself, ‘So that part is true then…’, picturing all of the turned ganging up on Elska. It’s hard admit with a straight face but due to his own personal grievances with traditional relationships, the idea is rather thrilling. His eyes float to Maki to see if she’s picked up on it as well, leading him to grin. Her cool expression says it all and it would appear that his dear lady is also interested.

Gojo cracks his knuckles, “I’ll be right back.”, hastily exiting the room without further explanation or clothes. His presence soon disappears all together.

“Ughhh!”, Naoya parks his butt on the bed, angered about Toji’s adamant stance. He folds his arms, quietly groaning to his injury while secretly applying pressure. With his nose turned up, he tells them all, “My princess will be furious when she finds out Toji made me sit here and bleed!” and looks to Yuuta, “She has killed for me, you know!”.

Maki laughs, thinking, ‘I really like this chick already,’ but addresses, “Shouldn’t we wrap that or something?”, half begrudged with responsibility over Yuuta stabbing him. She begins searching the room for anything that would suffice but she notices the quiet Titer that’s at ends with Naoya, speak up.

Suguru thinks maybe he should be less like furniture and more conversant, “I believe he means for Elska to heal him.”, and is instantly met with a heated scowl from the Zenin. Suguru looks away, evidently hurt.

“Tch.”, Naoya rolls his eyes, hating that Getou is right and is even familiar enough with Elska to   understand from experience. He folds his hands together in his lap, raging over having to announce his official alliance with the Titers tonight, wondering, ‘How the hell did it all work out for him? He is literally the worst and yet he’s still here…’. Naoya knows that Elska wants him there and that creates a turmoil in him that cannot be advocated for, he doesn’t understand why. Why him? What the fuck is so good about that rapey bastard? Naoya’s glowing eyes locate Suguru who seems lost in thought, ‘And my princess…’, his eyes narrow, ‘Why does she always forgive them?’. He’s rather salty right now so every grievance he can think of seems to be at the forefront of his mind. With disgust, Naoya looks over Getou’s physique and mumbles, “Stupid muscles…”, somehow thinking that must be Elska’s reasoning but his mind jumps to how dark Getou’s aura naturally is and grunts once he considers that his baby is invigorated by debauchery. An image of Suguru’s lips meeting her neck jolts Naoya with a sort of doom that to his dismay also riles something more than adversity. He wheezes; gripping his arm while also clutching onto denial, ‘No...no fucking way…’.

Naoya can feel himself throbbing to life.

Getou looks over to Zenin, wanting to understand what rattled him as he’s heard that ridiculous sound many times before. Suguru’s gaze wanders down to Naoya’s lap and discovers the pitched tent, causing him to believe that its over the Zenin fantasizing about the feeding. His view takes to the bathroom door, eyes lingering while he recalls the last time he imposed on her bathing.  

“We need to head back Naoya.”, Maki begins while wrapping an arm around Yuuta, “Now that we’ve confirmed your fucking whereabouts and all…”, sounding as if she’s tired.

Yuuta can tell that Maki is simply excited to talk so he doesn’t oppose their abrupt dismissal. He addresses everyone as a whole when he says his casual goodbyes but lands eyes on Choso before Naoya. Rika whispers her affinity to the being which deepens the mystery for Yuuta but he places this aside as he announces that they’ll be waiting at the Zenin Estate with everything they’ll need. He’s so fired up by their mutual excitement, he can’t help but give Maki a good slap on the ass. He was worried that with everything she’d been through, both physically and emotionally, that his dear Maki wouldn’t feel beautiful anymore. His heart shreds at the thought of her ever thinking she’s anything less because of her scars and he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure this is so. “Let’s go sweet cheeks.”.

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Elska was waiting for Toji to return, especially after hearing him blow up on everyone. ‘What is it that’s getting to him?’, she wonders while gliding the razor blade up her underarm for the final stroke. Hearing shuffling outside the glass, she places it down and pokes her head out, “My beloved?”.

The giant remains oriented towards the door, tense until he hastily responds, “I’m coming right now doll.”.

She watches him for a second and how he doesn’t move, ‘I need to get to the bottom of this, he’s acting so strangely.’. Reluctantly, she tucks back into the shower and continues relaxing under the water until the glass door shuts and her head is being tilted upwards. Her widened eyes frame onto Toji’s pensive yet alluring glare as his intensity sitrs her senses.

“The truth is…”, Toji starts with a lower than usual tone, gradually nearing her face, “I’m fucking tired of fighting them for your affection.”. He pecs her tenderly once but then caresses her baby bump and adds, “You’re always distracted by their fucking antics and its like being the bigger man here gains me the short end of the stick.”. His glowing eyes narrow, “I’m tired of it, doll.”, his hand wraps around her throat, “Tired of it.”.

Elska’s mind drowns out the constant running water to focus on her beloved’s words alone. There was a time when these mannerisms would’ve diluted her with fear but as she stands before his predatory gaze and shortened fuses, she can only liquefy. His hands are so big, rough and wonderful; the sensation of his grip slowly tightening enough to ease her into submission procuring her own fluid.

Toji can tell that she’s into his frustration and with his oddly ravenous mood, decides he just might be digging it as well. She cowers before him but its in a purely erotic format, one that depicts her as this little helpless bare damsel. He groans deeply as his formidable Elska, transforms into this delicate character but resolves to not let her off so easily. Toji backs her into the wall once more but this time taunts, “Do I have your attention, doll?”, while his other hand rubs circles between her thighs.

“Y-yes!”, Elska stutters out while enjoying her captivity. The way Toji appears to her right now, its almost as if greed pools behind those fleetingly emerald looking eyes and there isn’t a single thing she’s about to do to stop it. She wraps her hands around his arm that pins her, probably seeming as if wanting to get away but on the contrary, she’s keeping his hand right where it is.

Toji crashes his lips to hers and eats her moans when he slides two fingers past her folds. He hooks them and reinforces her against the tiled wall so he can watch everything. His thumb fondles her clit with pressurized swipes, knowingly toying with her before he gives a few test runs of her punishment.

Elska was curious as to why he stopped moving within in her but couldn’t bare to ask for clarification as his dominant side flourishes. Fuck, Toji’s hot. He jerks his entire arm twice, alarming her as she was still attached to it but when he does it again, she notices a warm sensation budding within her. She hears him sigh and feels him press her harder against the wall as if her upper half was expected to remain postured and unmovable and thinks to herself, ‘There’s no way!’.

Toji licks his lips when she flashes her confused eyes up to him. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you but doll but it never seemed right before…”, Toji rubs her clit and breathes in her whimpers, “You were so timid, fragile…”. He makes sure he has a good angle within her, “But now...”.

Elska’s mind goes completely blank when Toji jerks his arm again because this time he isn’t stopping. At first all she hears are the lewd squelches echoing in their ears and they only become louder the longer he persists. ‘What is he doing???’, she tries to formulate the thought as the balls of her feet subtly scoot against the floor, ‘Is he trying to take my freaking uterus out???’. Not even her sweet Sati has been this rough when fingering her, but wait, is that what Toji is even doing?

“Shhhh doll, or do you want everyone to hear you?”, he domineeringly huffs out while smiling down on his beautifully disheveled master. He can tell she’s loving what this is doing to her but it doesn’t take long for him to cultivate that she’s never experienced this exact type of stimulation before. He catches himself thinking, ‘Gojo are you fucking serious?!’, sincerely beside himself with this realization as he witnesses his doll crumbling into a whimpering mess. Her brow is angled tensely but her parted lips sing of pleasure and a little too loudly.

Gojo strokes himself as quietly as he can, ignoring the blood he’s smearing around himself as his ears register the act being rendered. He’s losing it though and doesn’t deny this as he throbs inconceivably hard and becomes a little light-headed. ‘I still need to feed.’, but Satoru doesn’t want to crash the party yet. He’d rather be on the other side of this steamed, opaque glass administering this G-spot lashing or at least watch and let his dick weep. ‘Not yet!’, he tells himself as he takes a break from pumping to regain his strength and await for his love to blow. ‘What does she look like right now?’, he asks himself while imagining something far sloppier than what is taking place. It feels wrong that he doesn’t know for himself; he’s missed another first with his love though, much like Suguru and his admiration for sucked testicles. ‘Today is just not my day is it?’, he looks up to the ceiling, still harmonized by the sounds of her suction as Toji’s fingers assault her.

Toji tells her to look at him and she follows the direction the best she can. She tightening around him intermittently, leading him to the conclusion that his hard work will pay off. Broken phrases, parts of his name fumble out of her in between moans and he watches her eyes widen with urgency but likely negates what she was expecting him to do when he groans and says, “No, doll, you’re not going anywhere.”.

“To-...ji I have to-…”, but her voice becomes as cornered as she is when he enforces his mass on her to symbolize that it doesn’t matter what she’s feeling, she will have to endure. The hand around her throat now presses against her lower abdomen, steadying her there fiercely as Toji’s lustful eyes loom from above. Their tongues dance but she wants to flee. Elska isn’t one-hundred percent sure but this sensation spilling over doesn’t feel like a normal orgasm. She pleas with him once more, “Let m-me go, something isn’t…”, she gasps as the feeling consumes her. It’s too late.

Toji catches Elska when she falters against the wall but he doesn’t dare slow down as the English language evades her mind. “Let it go, doll…”, he coaxes her with a sweetened tone until she arches in his hold, “Mmmmm…”, Toji moans as she gushes all over them both, “Fuck...just like that…”. His lips travel her cheek and neck; sensually splitting and dragging his fingers from within her.

Gojo has to bite his lip as he ejaculates, hoping with all his remaining might that he can translate his internal screams to mere heavy breathes. His seed spills between his knuckles, shooting as far at the sink but that’t not the mess he’s concerned with. He slumps forward, dizzier than ever but listens to Elska’s uncertainty over her body’s reaction with a pervy smirk.

“Why are you hiding from me?!”, Toji cackles through his words due to having to pull her hands away from her face, “Doll.”, but she doesn’t give. He embraces her from behind and lifts her up so he can take them to the built in bench, “Don’t be like that! That’s what I wanted you to do.”.

Elska has never felt more humiliated in her life! She’s distraught after her body expelled so much fluid and is even more discomforted by the declined need to urinate. She’s never known her beloved to be so heartless but his laughter only feels like mockery at this point. She doesn’t understand why he’d want her to do that of all things, though if she’s being honest, the whole experience felt amazing while it was taking place.

Still.

What the fuck.

“Don’t be so embarrassed doll, we’re in the shower anyways.”.

Elska twists in his lap, disheartened by the pride bludgeoning her through his voice, “That was weird, my beloved...”, turning her head once she sees the happiness written across his face, “And odd. Especially for you.”.

Toji bursts out in laughter but repositions her so that she’s now straddling him, inquiring, “So are you saying you didn’t like it then? I’m full of all sorts of surprises doll, don’t you forget it.”. The scene has ended yet she continues to display with such innocence; she’s unable to camouflage the shock that trickles in place of anything of any kind of bodily fluid.

She can’t relinquish her abhorrence to the what ifs over her body nor can she let go of how utterly attractive her beloved is when he grabs her by the back of the neck to draw her near. Seconds pass before she feels his girthy tip massage her labia and this encourages her to confess, “I did like it.”.

Showers are all about getting clean but Gojo can’t help but notice they’re only getting dirty. “Sly old fox…”, Satoru grumbles as he prepares himself. When he teleports, he arrives in the corner of the shower, hoping to go undiscovered initially. His presence has been masked this entire time but he’s dealing with Toji here who can never be underestimated. Getting caught floats right out of his mind though when he watches his love slide down over Toji, the giant’s shaft slowly disappearing. “Greedy bastard.”, he whispers but is honestly all about it. She always looks so small compared to Toji, in every way possible and Satoru loses himself in memories of their first threesome.

“Ride your beloved.”, Toji sharply demands, grabbing her hips to simply feel her flesh between his fingers. He throws his head back when she heeds his call, mesmerized by her clenching but hastily finds her face again to retain everything about their current dynamic. Is it wrong for him to admit that he might like ordering her around like this? Is it weird for him to interpret her willingness as also enjoying it?

“Stop.”, Toji holds her waist down and locks their lips. He hears her asking through thought, ‘Why?’, but he leaves her without an answer until he fulfilled with their kiss. His hands roam to her rear, this influencing her to rest more into him as he informs, “I think I want you take my cock instead…”.

Gojo steps closer, now under the water while his poor love gets pummeled from below. Her feet bounce around almost as if her ankles were made of jello until her toes curl but that’s not to say it compares to the way her ass jiggles over Toji’s lap, ‘And the way his dick pulls on her…’, its almost too much for Satoru. He gets even closer, now able to feel the heat radiating from the pair and was doing a good job at keeping his hands to himself until Toji’s spread her cheeks; the view is glorious.

“Fuck...doll…”, Toji grunts and juts his hips, closing his eyes to stave off his inevitable end as this time with her has been everything he’s needed. Her cries falls off and Toji’s additionally alarmed with how hard she’s squeezing his member. He opens his eyes and growls, “GOJO WHAT THE FUCK?”.

Satoru drinks from Elska while supporting her weight, hoping that this would indicate that Toji could continue. When the stagnant air remains, he removes his fangs and while staring at Toji, asks Elska, “Love, you don’t mind if I’m here, do you?”, grinning maniacally when she whimpers what he was hoping to hear.

“You’re such a cock, you know that?”, Toji throws this insult but amid his stewing over Gojo’s inability to stay away, he pays attention to Elska and how her body reacts. He’s soon motioning his length back through her, now holding her shins as Gojo provides the necessary support from behind. With her legs sprawled open like this, Toji goes to rub her clitoris again and stares at her entrance while he completely manipulates it.

‘You taste so fucking good…’, Gojo expresses this to Elska through thought as her overwhelming arousal dominates her flavor. He sees the plant, tastes Naoya’s sweetness within her and then braces himself for pain. He’s dumbfounded and relieved when all he feels are his injuries repairing; no mind-piercing agony nor heat in his eyes. The instantaneous mitigation swells over him like a tide dragging from the shore only to be tumbled between the ocean floor and currents; he feels alive, anew.

Toji’s eyes take to the healing wounds across the visible parts of Gojo but then they follow the waterfall of blood water that rinses from Satoru, to her and then himself. The very sight provokes instincts deep within Toji that he’d rather pretend didn’t exist; such as his unnerving aniticipation to Satoru joining them. Despite himself, Toji corrupts from his usual way of thinking and moistens a finger with plans of helping her adapt to them both.

Elska’s sharp inhale opens Gojo’s eyes and he swears they’re playing tricks on him when he views Toji’s flushed expression and then the cause of his love’s change in seasoning. He can’t believe it, ‘Is Toji opening her for me?’. He smiles sincerely and is forced to chuckle when the bashful giant grunts and looks away. “It’s a shame…”, Satoru sighs regretfully while closing her punctures, “I have some unfortunate business that I have to take care of love so I can’t stay.”.

Toji lifts an eyebrow while Elska quickly gathers herself enough to ask, “What?”. They’re both too stunned. Satoru Gojo never turns down sex. Toji’s concerned but also relieved because now that the moment has left them, he’s upset with himself for volunteering Elska to begin with. ‘And I wanted the fucker to join us?!’.

“Everything is fine love, I’ll make good on my sensual threat later.”, Gojo, though uncomfortable about the idea of going home, feels a little more at ease after his little dinner with a movie. He guides her head in his direction and slides his tongue into her mouth but there’s something unusual about this particular meeting of the lips. He peeks, wanting to see if she noticed anything strange and shudders when she’s already acting on it.

Elska moves her thighs so she ride Toji and not break her connection to Satoru. Something about that kiss fired her up to no return. Her beloved’s moans and added assistance spike a rush of adrenaline that inspire to hear more. She glances down to absorb the pleasure on Toji’s face, that deep seeded lust of his, coiling her insides.

“Fuuuuck…”, Gojo whines as everything about her is pleading for his inclusion. He jerked off outside of the shower to help ensure that his visit would be a quick one but he’s never been able to turn her down before this, ‘Why did I think I was capable?’. No matter how he looks at it though, he understands that he has to leave because of all of the unknown laid out before him and truthfully, the thought of running into his father kills the libido. His eyes race to Toji who’s appearing a little less collected than before and becomes angry at the timing of this all. Gojo sighs loudly, “I would love to fuck your fucking brains out right now love.”, he slaps her ass and presses two fingers against her rear, “I’d fuck your ass so well, you’d squirt all over us both this time.”.

Elska inadvertently tightens to Gojo’s words and would be mortified by his acknowledgment of her episode prior to his arrival if Toji weren’t doing such a fan-fucking-tastic job of sloshing through her. “I want…”, she whimpers when Satoru goes deeper and listens to him playfully mock, “What was that love?”.

When Elska cries out, Gojo covers her mouth, despising that he’s snuffing out those beautiful noises she makes. Her breasts bounce against his arm to which Satoru squeezes her face as result from a rush of enjoyment. He flicks his wrist to counter Toji, whispering things like, “You’re so beautiful when you’re stuffed.” and “...taking Toji while I fondle your ass; fucking hot.”.

“Shiit.”, Toji glances up to Elska and perceives her tell-tale signs of orgasming, hoping he doesn’t flop before her climax. Listening to Gojo’s filth used to make him want to vomit but those crass words beguile him with the branches of his own sweet release. He sits upright and wraps his arms around Elska to expend them with his final, worthy thrusts. To his delight, Elska’s walls convulse around his twitching length; him smiling exhaustively as he shoots his worth into her already growing womb.

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Naoya perches from the bed to his feet, “It’s been long enough.”, his determination to continue the day without further delay carrying him to the bathroom. He swears there is the faintest trace of the scent, making him nervous, ‘God damn it I swear nobody gives a shit about today! I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.’.

Suguru studies Naoya after the Zenin’s thoughts flowed into his own head space, left with a sadness that nearly convinces him to state that he at least kind of cared. ‘It wouldn’t do any good anyways. He fucking hates me.’.

Choso reads Naoya’s body language, being sure he received Getou’s thought; Choso is ensuring that they can. He catches the moment in which the Zenin simmers down, caught off guard by the disappointment in Suguru’s voice. The being smiles to himself before walking towards the bodyguard, telling himself, ‘Today will truly be interesting.’. The warmth leaves his features as soon as he focuses on those obnoxious blonde curls.

Orao tenses up defensively, every cell in his body sent haywire from the hybrid’s unusual presence and even more versatile personality.

“I am going to heal you because you’re not to touch so much as touch Elska.”, Choso made this part abundantly clear so everyone there knew but he gets a little closer after initiating his technique. He’s brought down to a whisper, “Your brother’s purposively fallacious plans to intervene will shatter even further this evening.”, pinching a chunk of his skin through his clothes, “And you will witness the fate of those who wish to contend. It’ll be the same fate as your detestable bloodline.”.

Orao’s blood runs cold as the thought, ‘HE KNOWS WHO I AM’, attempts to circulate through. He searches the room, praying her other turned missed that.

“Try to be anything other than what you are before me right now tonight…”, Choso bears his fangs inconspicuously, “And I will personally see that you are harmed in the worst way you’ve ever known.”. He senses the malice underneath those false hazel eyes, “That actually stands for any day.”, Choso corrects himself for he’s well aware of the unadulterated chaos intended by the piece of shit, “Touch her and you will endure true agony.”. If only threats worked.

“Baby!”, Naoya grits his teeth qualmishly, turning the knob, “We have to go to my plac-…”, he stands there, speechless.

Gojo smiles mischievously, “I believe she’s all good to go now!”, moving to secure his towel better but also somehow still rubbing it in his face.

“You!”, Naoya points his finger with agitation, “I thought you fucking left!”.

Gojo chuckles nervously but slinks past the boiling Zenin to get to the dressers, elucidating in passing, “I wanted you to think I did.”.

“Gahh!!!!”, Naoya vexes before re-entering the bathroom, “Keep your dicks off my princess today!”, feeling as though there’s no way to protect her from the grips of these horny turned.

“There he goes again…”, Toji finishes drying and steps aside so Elska can leave the shower area, “His panties are extra bunched today.”.

“They are not!”, Naoya hurries towards Elska as if he’s truly offended, “You fuckers just won’t let her get ready!”. She smiles to him but he scoops her dampened body into his own and informs her, “You are mine today baby.”. She giggles into his robes as he reaches behind her to grab another towel; sending his cousin a nasty look for her having to use his wet one, “Animals...they’re animals princess.”.

“What the fuck are you looking at?”, Gojo scowls at the bodyguard who’s very presence irritates his core. The curly-headed fuck swiftly looks away but that isn’t enough. Satoru puts on shaman pants, buttons them but then adds, “I hope we didn’t make it weird out here, my love really needed to get plowed.”. He eats up the flare of jealousy vibrating through Orao’s energy but also hates that said jealousy even exists. The piece of shit has no right to want Elska.

Suguru frowns, “I was going to aide her once she thawed.”, suggesting that Satoru was being too presumptuous in the realms of deserving.

Gojo flicks some of Getou’s hair playfully but lunges forward a notch thus making the Titer step back, “Next time I’ll make sure you’re included! Don’t be mad frenemy! We make a good team too.”.

“Shut the fuck up Gojo.”, Toji stomps out of the bathroom sounding no better than before but in reality, he’s much more relaxed now. He’s not even angry with the whitened shaman, he’s just become used to having to interject or extinguish whatever fuckery the man is engaging in.

Satoru leans over to Suguru, blatantly whispering, “You may not get why this is such a big deal but our guy Toji here actually wanted me there.”. Gojo ducks when Toji’s towel goes “weeeeeee” in his direction, laughing uncontrollably when he sees Getou peeling it away from his face.

The Titer’s dark eyes squint back to him as if to ask where exactly he was aiming. Toji thinks to apologize maybe but Suguru freaks out once he feels something crawling into his hair. Toji’s heart leaps when he spots his worm but also cannot control himself from nearly crying as he goes to pick up his dried out companion. The shriek that left the typically composed and intimidating Titer would be enough to bring any man to tears. Luckily, the mood is infectious enough to have all three of them tickled.

“We’ll be leaving after you dry off baby.”, Naoya kisses Elska’s temple, brimming with pure excitement as he knows he gets to show the world his bright future, her. The rumbling sounds of laughter cause him to lift his head and joke, “Time to herd them up.”, until his ears recognize Getou’s voice.

Elska felt the change in Naoya’s energy and ponders on the cause. When she peers around him to also look into the room, she understands. Her turned were caught up in a brief moment of humor but its obvious that her prince feels alienated by the civility gifted to Suguru.

“Fucking twats.”, Naoya slams the door, once again barricading them from the rest. He chews on his lip while sifting through his conundrum of emotions regarding the Titer, both old and new. It isn’t until Elska brushes hair from his eyes that he’s aware of her speaking, “Huh?”.

“All I was saying is that I wish you two could put the past behind you…”, Elska depresses as she requests the unimaginable. Naoya’s left eye twitches but his piercing amber orbs surfeit in terms of tenderness. She’s unsure of what he’s thinking.

“Let’s not discuss this right now princess.”, Naoya doesn’t mean to be dismissive but becoming chummy with Suguru Getou is still a pretty appalling concept. When she lowers her head to show that she’ll drop it, a twinge crosses his heart as he fears of her disappointment. Naoya knows this feud cannot go on forever but he can also never forget Suguru’s violations. His troubled eyes rest on Elska, nothing else comparing to her preciousness; nothing ever has and he wishes that she could thoroughly fathom that this reason alone is why he struggles with amicability.

Elska takes his hand and rests it over her womb. Naoya’s expression immediately splits into a smile, his eyes and jaw softening. His fingertips soon trail into spirals along her skin leaving goosebumps along with feelings of security, her noticing, ‘He didn’t outright refuse the idea of getting along with Suguru like before.’. She thinks this is possibly a good sign as far as Suguru is concerned but explains, “I don’t want our child to be apart of that kind of drama my prince, I know you don’t either.”. She runs a sympathetic hand through his hair, disdained by his guilty expression, “I know it’s a lot and I certainly don’t expect it overnight…”.

Naoya receives a gentle kiss, uplifted by her gesture as it tells him she’s truly not upset but is instead, trying to level things out here. It’s true, he doesn’t want their baby to be around any bullshit domestic shit either. He refuses to place his child in the same harmful situations he was in and bets that the rest of her tortured turned would feel the same. He kisses her back, “I hear what you’re saying baby…”, inhaling the slight scent fizzling from her skin as he sighs and holds her close, “Just give me time with it, okay?.”.

“Okay.”, Elska intertwines her fingers into his, always amazed by how he handles himself in the face of hardship, “That’s more than enough for me.”. She braces herself against his arms to raise on her toes but yanks her hand away when he hisses. She quickly checks his arm and becomes horrified with his having been injured, “What happened?! Why didn’t you say anything to me?!”, swiping hair away from her neck to grant him access.

The tint of his eyes brighten her skin in red but he quells his eagerness and scoffs, “Well I told Toji and he left me out there like my trauma was non-emergent!”.

“I can’t believe my beloved did that…”, Elska trails off until she recalls how wound-up Toji was. Her eyebrows jump when she’s then thrown into the memory of the aggressively delicious technique and how it made her feel. She willfully opts to not spend any time on the result however. Shaking it away from her brain, she refocuses on her prince, guiding him to her neck, “Feed now my prince, then we’ll leave…”, gasping to his instantly gratifying fangs.

Choso stands outside the bathroom door and giggles on while he studies Toji playing with the worm. To see such a frightening turned tickle the small creature and then toss it up into the air, it’s as bizarre as it is adorable. When his view scans to Gojo who is progressively spiraling into dejection, Choso decides to finally disclose something that he knows will help.

Gojo’s eyes water, his breath shifty once he registers what Choso said. He lifts his head and replays the kind words he just received, mauling over them like he can’t believe it. ‘What a feeling…’, Satoru internalizes with genuinely vulnerable expression, ‘It’s so warm yet I feel like could actually cry…’.

Choso smiles sincerely as he listens to Gojo loop his sentence, knowing that the strongest will soon be complete. “You will not face this alone Satoru. I will not have you left to your family’s despair, I will go to make sure there isn’t any foul play.”.

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[yepperoniro]

Yandere Alphabet Prompts

(Using a random Sweetheart candy draw)

Inumaki Toge: O n l y Y o u

Kento Nanami: G O A T

Yuji Itadori / Ryomen Sakuna: C a l l M e

Satoru Gojo: T e x t M e

Yuta Okkotsu: S w e e t

Megumi Fushiguro: C o o l

Maki Zenin: P e r f ...

Nobara Kugusaki: L O L

[starsomyscars]

my little diary! posting/rebloggling everything and anything! <3

★ just trying to make my suffering a little less insufferable :>

call me? Marshii !

more abt me -> she/they (but im okay with any pronouns as well!)

interest list? -> blood-c, nana, resident evil, free!, another, magical girl site, perfect blue, genshin, mystic messenger, crocheting, jujutsu kaisen, taylor swift, my chemical romance, beabadoobee, mitski, nct, twice, kpop.

characters? kisaragi saya, nana komatsu (hachiko), nana osaki, kaeya alberich, wriothesley, carlos oliveira, leon kennedy, ada wong, claire redfield, maki zenin, geto suguru, gojo satoru, armin arlert, nanami kento, aya asagiri :]

[linkspooky]

While reading your fic “Werewolf”, I’ve notice how Mai would scratch her wrists when stressed or nervous.

And I thought “Oh, wow. That’s actually an interesting habit/trait of Mai that I haven’t seen anyone else do in fanfics before!” Which makes me wonder if this is a headcanon of yours. If so, what your reasonings for this headcannon, and what other headcannons that you have about Mai?

Oh, basically I had Mai scratch her wrists as foreshadowing that she self-harms, b/c she's scratching at unseen scars on her wrists that don't get revealed until inugami family.

Ummm, Mai headcanons. One big one is that Mai is a lesbian, and Gege does a lot to hint in extra canon materials that this is the case, there's the omake, and then there's the light novel story in volume two where someone even jokes that Mai always attracts a lot of girls.

This is one for both of them, I think Maki grew her hair out to differentiate herself from Mai, but after getting burned and Mai's subsequent death in succession from one another she liked how having her hair short reminded her of Mai again.

I guess one big headcanon of mine since there's not a lot of textual evidence is that Momo Nishimaya is basically a surrogate older sister for Mai, and a lot of the things she wants to tell Maki she ends up telling Momo instead because either she doesn't want to bother Maki or because she's too spiteful of Maki right now and has closed the line of communication.

I think Miwa, Momo and Mai do a lot of normal friends things together and that is essentially Mai's only taste of a normal life, like they take pictures for instagram, or get crepes together, just waste time after hours.

I think if Mai ever knew about Miwa’s crush on Mechamaru she would tease her about it relentlessly. 

I think Mai actually kind of has an interest in getting to know Megumi as her cousin, but Megumi doesn't really care about anything regarding the Zenin, and Mai is also bad at communicating with people. Still I can imagine Mai craving that like one positive family reaction.

This is a slightly more tragic headcanon but I used to believe that whenever Maki was disobodient, basically her and Mai got punished together. Which I think was confirmed when their dad threw them both in the cursed spirits pit. The databook says that they used to throw Toji in there a lot. I wonder if that's even the first time their father has done that to both Maki and Mai.

If Mai and Maki were in a normal AU, I think they would both be on the track team, but Mai would be a sprinter and Maki would be like a jumper and a particularly talented one that can compete on national levels.

[koseigu]

it'll hit her later.

the whole thing, really. the days since halloween spent in a sleepless frenzy, managing the stressors of the games and the way that the higher ups used the opportunity to hold a culling of their own, the efforts to get families out. shoko spent the time she didn't have to actively heal someone in the morgue, preparing bodies to be cremated. she couldn't get to everyone, obviously. curses continued to spill out from the rot no matter how much damage their side managed to do. she slept a few hours a week, no more. anything else would be a waste of time.

it'll hit her later.

because of the way she's been running her perpetual engine, she has to ease herself back into what was once her "normal" schedule. only now it's not caffeine and sugar pills keeping her awake while her technique prevents her brain from dissolving into a thick and sticky mess, it's the fact that her brain won't shut the fuck up. she can't close her eyes without seeing bodies, can't scrub her skin clean enough for the smell to stop suffocating her. every time the phone rings it's the end, every time she looks at a scalpel it is already dripping with someone's blood.

it'll hit her later.

miraculously, there are more happy reunions than anyone ( especially shoko ) expected. miraculously, things seem to be on track to change for the better. miraculously, most of the ones that had died in the days and weeks following the shibuya incident were people that she didn't know very well. except for geto. yuki. choso, he'd been sweet. there was also the elder zenin, yaga. not to mention all of the close calls: nobara, ijichi, kusakabe, the lawyer, maki, yuta, megumi. is she forgetting someone? she probably is.

it'll hit her later.

and then, of course, the strongest—satoru gojo, sealed and unsealed, sets the date of his own death for convenience and gives the students and anyone left the chance to train for the fight that will shape the rest of reality. they don't really talk about much in that interim time, not about anything but the future. plan a has a plan b, plan b has a plan c, so on and so on and so on. her opinions don't really matter outside of healing the living and purifying the dead, and no one needs her to be a cunt so she keeps her fears and panic safely tucked in her lungs with billowing clouds of tarry smoke.

it'll hit her later.

all eyes are on the screens that mei has set up on the 24th, but all ears are on her when it comes to gojo's condition. shoko wants to ask when she became the fucking expert, because she knows him about as well as the rest of them do which is not at all, not really. she wants to ask why the fuck they're even doing this, why they waited, why they took the chance to get stronger when it gave sukuna the chance to do the same—and could he even get stronger at all? did anyone know anything concrete about him?

it'll hit her later.

he's dead. not quite, but mostly, and isn't that the same thing? he's dead, and she said he'd win so now she looks like an asshole. he said he wouldn't leave anyone alone and he lied, and she said that gojo would win and she lied. he made her a liar.

it'll hit her later.

he's awake. he says he wants to get married, so she might be dead. he says he wants to start a family, which means she's not dead she's just crazy. crazy is something she can work with, once she gets some rest. a little nap would be good. because now that satoru is back, her body tells itself that it's time for a hard reboot. not sleep as much as it is an update and restart.

it'll hit her later.

right now the only thing on her mind is love love love, the kind that's dripping off his fingers or pooling on the bed beneath them because he's filled her up so much that the angle gojo has her in causes it to spill back out again.

let it never be said he does anything halfway, on the battlefield or in the bedroom. let it never be said that he doesn't follow through when he sets his mind to something.

and honestly? it's kind of...sweet, in a filthy way. shoko doesn't have any family left, and satoru is not only committing to something beyond fake dates and friends with benefits. he's committing to them. to the very notion of their family.

it's enough to tip her over the edge again. the woman reflected is desired as she is, for who she is outside of a hospital setting.

"ahhh, fahh—'toru, i can't—"

breathe, think, speak any more than a few words sandwiched between whimpers and moans.

it'll hit her later. all of it. she'll have to process the trauma and mourn the people she lost and join him in complete retirement. she'll have to quit smoking, cut back on the drinking. she'll have to deal with the weight of expectation, the reality that she's going to be a mother and a wife without any idea how to be either of those things. for now, she's content to be adrift just like this.

@brazenlystrong continued from here