#damn Sukuna making me sob again

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End of the beginning (wip)

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Cause, I Love Freaks!

Synopsis. The question isn’t whether he can make you squírt - it’s how and where.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, squírting, unprotected, creampíe, exhíbitionism (Sukuna’s and Choso’s), bréeding, Shiu cameo, messy, oral (fem receiving), fíngering, Sukuna’s thigh tattoos, thigh ríding chokíng, overstím, finger suckíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.1k

A/N. I think I’m in some early ovulation week because…

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Prove it.

Now, does Toji know he’s the best you’ve ever had in bed? Of course.

Is he proud of how he’s done everything and anything - had you folded in half underneath him, stuffed from all ends, and cumming harder than any other loser before him did? Hell yeah. 

Does it bother him when Shiu makes some off-hand comment about how he’s able to make someone squirt? Well, it was hard not to when the man just laughs right in Toji’s dumbfounded face, saying something about how your pretty pussy is “missing out” and to come to Shiu if you want to have a good time.

Surely, that stupid conversation doesn’t bother him, right? Right?

Wrong. 

He was going to prove that bastard Shiu wrong. 

“Damn. Not that one either.”

If you could, you’d probably let out a sob - but right now, you’re too cockdrunk to even think let alone cry. Unsure if you’re even breathing as Toji wrestles your limp body - still twitching and sensitive from your nth high - upright on his lap. Whispering a ragged, “Guess we just hafta try again. Right, doll?”

“Please!” you let out a strangled yelp as Toji’s big hands snake down to steady your hips, all stuttering and messily sucking up his aching cock. Again. “I-I don’t think I can- ah-”

Whatever plea on the tip of your tongue is shut up by Toji pulling your teary face towards his, kissing your swollen lips so softly. Reverent, even. 

The complete opposite of his hips down below, not even bothering to move anymore, hands on your ass just dragging your sloppy pussy up and down his swollen dick. Up and down up and down up and-

“Toji–”

“Aww, c’mon, pretty.” Toji groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he spreads your puffy folds further, bullying his cock so impossibly deep. “G-gotta prove it to that f-fucker that I’m the best, right?”

Ah, there it was - if you were in any better state of mind you’d have cursed out Shiu already. Taunting your boyfriend into this stupid little challenge that had him storming into your apartment and ripping off your poor panties. And you split apart on his cock and cumming over and over again like he wouldn’t - couldn’t - stop until you squirted. Like it killed him to make you miss out on this little thing. 

“Now now, doll.” you jolt as he gives your sopping pussy a little smack! Grinning at your nails digging into his thick shoulders, “Focus. Hah- we gotta have her squirtin’ all over me now, right?”

You really can’t help the way you’re giving him a delirious little nod. Hips bouncing back pathetically in an attempt to meet the way Toji was bouncing you so sinfully on his cock like his favorite toy. And it’s so cute that Toji’s murmuring a low, “Use your words, doll.”

“I- ngh-”

Not like he was giving you a chance to, rolling your ravaged clit between his fingers, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “Louder.”

“Gonna- gonna squirt for you, Toji…”

If he was any lesser man (Shiu) Toji thinks he might’ve just cum in your snug pussy right then and there. Filled you up till you’re bloated and forgetting any promise of squirting - but no, that’s for later. 

Right now, he’s flattening his feet on the mattress, falling onto his back - two big arms pulling your overstimulated body to rest against his muscles. Not even wasting a second before fucking up into your tight cunt like such an animal.

Sloppy - so, so desperate. 

Just rough, jagged movements of his hips because shit if Toji doesn’t make you squirt this time then he’s gonna lose his sanity. Might’ve already lost it, actually, with each adorable ah! ah! ah! falling from your kiss-bitten lips each time he hits that one spot so easily. 

“Bit- bit more-” he grits out, feeling that familiar way your plushy walls were trying to squeeze him dry. Your cunt too heavenly. The stimulation too much. “Jus’ a bit more, pretty.”

“Oh my god- Toji- ah- Toji Toji Toji-” It’s all you can do to whine, writhing as he holds your hips still, rocking harder into you. Clawing at the soaked sheets, his shoulders, his hair - anything to try and hold onto whatever semblance of control you had left. “M’so- close-”

“Yeah?” And Toji sounds so utterly wrecked already, looking up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes. Voice strained, awe-struck like he couldn’t even believe it. His pretty girl - cumming for him again. “Squirt f’me, doll.”

You don’t even realize it when you are at first - just that something snaps and suddenly you’re soaking Toji’s cock in all your sweet sweet juices. Until it was dripping down the side, onto the mattress. 

So messy and sinful - gummy walls squeezing his dick so fucking tight it almost hurt, covering his abs till they were glistening. Toji can’t bring himself to do anything but watch, for once in his life actually grateful that Shiu goaded him into doing something. Jaw-dropped at the way you’re gushing all around him - like you couldn’t stop. Again and again and-

“S-see? Fuck- What- oh shit, doll. All f’me? Good girl.” Eyeing that phone propped up by the bedside, Shiu’s face watching over the obscene mess on the bed. “What did I tell ya?”

“Heh, well whatever. Can ya make her do it twice?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Love is blind

Now, it’s not often that Nanami Kento took off his glasses. Rarely when he cuddled, not usually when he was kissing you - his pretty lil’ wife. And never when it was your lips down below that he was making out with.

“So messy.” Nanami mutters, muffled around your puffy folds. Each word making you arch against the soft mattress. “Are you this messy just f’me? M’so lucky, my love.”

It’s all you can do to yelp as Nanami slides his tongue warningly between your folds, flicking at your swollen clit just enough to have you gripping so tightly at his blond strands. Pulling Nanami’s face up from between your thighs with a strained groan.

And oh you assumed he was exaggerating, but it was so fucking difficult to look at Nanami, too. Glasses slightly foggy, cheeks flushed. Your sweet juices glossing his lips so prettily, dripping all the way down his jaw. Head tilting back ever-so-slightly to let it slide down his throat.

Making your head spin as he reaches over to press a chaste, wet peck to your lips. “Jus’ let me take care of it.”

And take care of it he does. Immediately taking his favorite place in-between your legs, stuffing his face nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue giving one, long lick up your folds, just barely dipping between them. The slow torture was delicious. 

“Kento-.” you let out a pouty little whine, one that goes straight to Nanami’s aching cock. Ankles hooking around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, “D-don’t tease.”

He’s letting out such a dark chuckle, hot against your sloppy hole. Awe-struck at the way you’re glistening and clenching around nothing - so much so that Nanami almost considers taking off those tinted glasses to see this heavenly view better. 

But no, instead, he’s breathing out a little, “Fine.” Interrupting your soft sigh of relief to continue, “But you better not get my hah- glasses dirty, darling.”

Nanami doesn’t wait for your response - he doesn’t have to. Already knowing that you’ll be giving him a delirious little nod in agreement. So he’s digging his neat fingernails into your hips, pulling you closer to spread your lips with his tongue. Lapping so obscenely at the slick beading at your cunt over and over and-

It wasn’t enough.

“Shit. Fuck-” you flinch - maybe from those depraved little profanities hissed into your cunt. Maybe from the cold metal of his glasses hitting your heated core. Probably from the way Nanami was bullying his soft tongue into your tight pussy.

Pushing past that feeble resistance, one hand reaching behind to arch your deeper into his mouth. The other toying with your sensitive clit. Rolling the nub between two long fingers while he dips in and out of your hole at such a ruthless pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck, Kento-” you’re grabbing at the expensive sheets so hard you worry they might tear. Thighs shaking and sliding off his shoulders. “S’too much- too deep.”

And ah, for how much Nanami pretends to be annoyed as he wraps your legs back around his head - it sends all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cock at how wrecked his cute wife was.

Moaning around your entrance, “Remember what I mm- said.” Your juices starting to drip down the corners of his mouth now. “Get it dirty and-”

“Kento! Oh my god-” You buck wildly as he starts drawing lewd little circles on your clit. Nanami’s little warnings the last thing on your mind as you feel yourself losing more and more of your sanity with each drip! drip! drip! of your slick down onto the mattress below. 

Glasses completely fogged now, he makes out with your cunt through pure, feral need. Tongue matching in time with each yelp of his name leaving your mouth. 

“F-fuck.” Nanami’s smacking his lips against your own. “You taste so good. So heavenly.” Your gummy walls sucking him up so sinfully that it was almost difficult to move faster, more erratic. “Gonna make a mess f’me now? Gonna hah-” 

And, well, you did always manage to surprise him.

Because Nanami doesn’t even get to finish his sentence, before your slutty pussy is gushing all around him. 

Everywhere. Making such a mess as he tonguefucks you through your high, letting you use and angle his mouth all you wanted. So so sloppy with the way you’re soaking him in all your juices - down his chin, his tongue, all the way up to his sharp cheekbones and even-

“My glasses.” Head so fucked-out already, you almost miss Nanami’s dangerous little mutter. Raising your eyes to meet his and oh. Shit. “You dirtied my glasses.”

As if to prove his point, Nanami them off, running a long finger down his frames. Slowly. Agonizingly. Pooling all your sweet slick on his fingertips, so tauntingly inspecting it in the dim lighting. 

In a split-second, those dripping wet glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose, forcing you to peer over them at a dangerously looming Nanami.

“Told ya not to dirty my glasses, my love.” Smiling so dangerously, “Think this naught cunt of yours should be taught a lesson for that.”

��� GETO SUGURU - Favorite part

Geto thinks that this might be his favorite part, whispering a ragged little, “God, do you know how pretty you hah- look right now?”

You didn’t - and it’s all you can do to even try and understand what your boyfriend was even cooing from behind. Too caught up in the way your legs were so pathetically trembling with the need to bounce back on his swollen cock. 

“Hngh- f-fuck Sugu- I-”

Sure to leave such lewd little marks for Geto to ogle at tomorrow, his toned pelvis against your ass, heavy balls on your clit, fingers on your hips to steady your fucked-out self. Sloppy - bruising, even. 

So it only made sense that your high was the same - and he can only watch, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, jaw falling slack in disbelief at the way your cunt was just gushing all around him. Fucking him over and over through your high. 

“Shit- shit shit shit.” you hear him breathe, fingers toying with your pretty clit desperately. “Jus’ like that. Good girl.”

Your sweet sweet juices soaking his painfully hard cock, dripping down, down, down his heavy balls, glistening against his thighs. Squirting so obscenely around his twitching cock and shit- he just can’t help but go over the edge as well. 

“Oh- oh god.” Geto throws his head back, giving you one, harsh thrust before he’s spilling all into your quivering cunt. Coating your walls such an obscene white, “This pussy is ngh- magic, gorgeous. Fucking love her.”

Loved how you were squeezing him so tight. 

Loved how you were so messy. 

Loved how it made him think that you could squirt all over his dick again. 

And he can’t stop - couldn’t, even if he wanted to. Hips still moving in quick, ragged jabs to your poor cervix, eyeing the way your poor, abused pussy was still drooling all around him. A lewd little mess of slick and cum, forming a pool on the sheets below. 

And Geto can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted - why would he? After all, this was his favorite part, right? 

“You can mm- gimme another one, right?” You shiver as he flattens his feet on the damp mattress, kissing up your arched spine. Keening at the change in angle as his cock bullies impossibly deeper. Stars behind your eyes at how unfairly easily he finds that one spot. “Your slutty pussy’s gonna s-squirt all over me again?” Fat head hitting it over and over and-

“Suguru!” you squeal, and Geto raises his brows. Knowing you were absolutely fucking wrecked already - you never called him by his full name until you were fucked so dumb you couldn’t remember his nickname. “S’too- much. M’too ngh- sensitive.”

Your hands reach out to grab for the headboard - nails digging into the wood. Geto’s throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls so agonizingly that you almost miss him mutter a quiet, “Now, that won’t do.”

And before you know it, his big hands are prying yours off the bed, intertwining them so gently with his. Romantic - but you knew better, Geto just didn’t want his pretty girl to run away. 

Not when he knew you were so close - could tell by that breathy little ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips. 

“Please-”

Huffing in amusement, “Please what?”

And you don’t even know what you’re begging for - maybe for mercy? For Geto to let you fucking breathe? His cock too bruising against your cunt, drawing out incoherent whines with each drag of his tip down all the right spots. Trying so desperately to fuck that second orgasm out of you. 

“Heh, can’t even fuck- talk.” And it’s so dizzing how he’s puncturing each word with such a rough ram of his cock. So mean with the way he dips a hand lower to graze a long finger down your sensitive cunt - so messy and sensitive. Chuckling at your cute lil’ whines - at the way they’re suddenly cut short when Geto shoves his dripping wet fingers between your lips. “Ngh- well, if you don’t wanna talk…”

Close. Too close. 

You mewl at the way he was pressing right at the back of your tongue, feeling the lewd little taste of him and you and him. “Mmmpf- what are you-” 

“At least don’t try to escape, gorgeous.” he leans in close - so close. Long inky hair tickling your spine, breath hot against your ear, lips grazing yours. You think you could just pass out right then and there as his soft tongue darts out to lick at the mess he’s smeared across your glossy lips. 

Grinning at the taste, at that look in your eyes that told him your cute cunt was about to give him another show, “Cuz this is my favorite part.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Hair tie

If anyone found out why Choso Kamo was never seen without that black hair tie around his wrist, they’d laugh in your face and tell you what a great joke that was. 

That inconspicuous little thing he’d take around everywhere, whether he had his hair up or not. It’s not like he exactly needed it, and most just assumed it was a fashion statement. 

Only you knew what it meant to have Choso thumbing that little red imprint in public. Hooking a finger underneath, pulling back ever-so-slightly to let it snap! against his skin. Looking you right in the eyes as he does. Something dangerous. Subtle. Something that has you pressing your thighs together. 

Something that has him pulling you to the nearest changing room in this crowded shopping mall, one hand covering your mouth, muffling your sweet sweet moans. The other, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt.  

“Sorry, baby.” he gasps, kissing your forehead so mockingly gently. “You just looked so fuckin’ pretty in that skirt. Needed you so- hah- bad.”

The skirt that was currently bunched at your waist, crumpling at Choso pushes you harder against the cool wall. 

But Choso couldn’t give a fuck about that right now, not as he shoves a knee between your trembling legs. He couldn’t have his girl falling now, right? Long fingertips so desperately massaging your plushy walls, searching for that one-

“Mmpfh! Hngh-”

Found it.

Without another word, he’s reeling two fingers back - all the way until they were barely kissing your sloppy hole. Plunging back in, hitting that spot over and over like he was addicted to the way your cunt was trying to suck him up so good. High off of every cute lil’ whine that escapes through his palm. 

“Shit, so fuckin’ gorgeous.” Breath hot against your ear, “Look.” 

You barely even realize it before you are, gasping at the obscene sight below. Your drenched panties pulled so lazily to the side. Sloppy. 

“Can’t get enough. Shit-” Pulling back to show off your slick glistening on his fingers, dripping down, down, down to that sinful hair tie. “Fuuuck, baby. Need you to cum on my fingers. Please. Please-” Puffy folds milking Choso’s fingers so hard that you wonder whether it didn’t hurt - whether his wrist wasn’t cramping up now, fingers sore. 

And if they were, then, Choso didn’t show it. Instead, he’s bullying a third finger inside your poor cunt, the stretch too much that you can’t help but squeal. So fucking loud. 

Knock! Knock! Knock! 

“Is everything alright in there, ma’am?”

Oh if the way your heavenly cunt was clenching around him was anything to go by, then Choso wished he did this sooner. 

So entranced that he almost missed the concerned, “Ma’am?” from outside. 

“Wh-what’s the matter, baby?” he whispers lowly, biting down teasingly at your earlobe. Fingers still relentless, speeding up, even. And you could only pray the employee outside couldn’t hear the lewd squelches as he did. “Shy? Answer the hah- question.”

And shit, you could cry as he wrenches his hand away from your mouth. Grinning as you let out a broken little, “Y-yeah.” Cringing at how unconvincing you sound, “I’m jus-”

Whatever stupid excuse that was to come out of your mouth dies in your throat as Choso runs his thumb over your throbbing clit. 

“I-I’m al-right.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

And it’s as if he takes that up as a challenge to prove you’re so utterly not. 

Not when Choso’s drawing tight little circles in time with the way he’s hitting that one spot, arching you like such a slut into his touch. Ignoring the concerned remarks from outside as he speeds up his pace, not even bothering to cover your mouth this time because he wanted to hear all your pretty moans. 

So much so that you’re mentally preparing to get caught - maybe even arrested. 

But still you’re so close. 

Halfway through imagining how Choso would snap his hair tie during the trial when that voice speaks up again. “Well…please let us know if you need any help.”

Those footsteps from outside barely even heading away before he’s sighing, “She’s gone now.” he bites down on your lower lip. “Y’can hah- cum f’me, y’know? Make a mess?” Grinding down his rock-hard erection on your thigh, already so damp through his pants. “Fucking cover me in it.”

And then you are - all over Choso’s hand. Kissing him hard, to stop yourself from screaming as he quirks his fingers just right. Fucking you through your high as you drench him in all your juices, soaking his hair tie, trailing onto the floor in a lewd drip! drip! drip! 

Obscene. Exactly the way he wanted it. 

So fucking pretty with the way you’re squirting all over his hand, thighs trembling, lips wobbling. That new skirt of yours so filthy now that Choso can’t help but eye the pile of clothes right next to you. Gritting out a ragged, “We got so many more clothes to try on.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - X marks the spot

“You’re going to cum f’me just like this, okay, brat?”

Maybe it’s the way you’re sat so prettily on Sukuna’s muscular thigh, squirming ever-so-slightly as he starts bouncing his leg to the beat of the thumping music. Maybe it’s the way you can’t do anything but let out a stifled gasp, desperately trying not to attract any attention towards the two of you in the dimly-lit VIP area of this overcrowded club.

But Sukuna just can’t help but tease you. 

Can’t help but trail a finger along your thigh, goosebumps rising so deliciously at the scrape of his nail. Up, up, up to confirm his suspicious and oh- 

He was right. No panties.

“Heh, such a naughty little minx, aren’t ya?” he can’t help the surprise that bleeds into his voice, pulling your back flush against his chest. Cradling your neck into his pecs, “Acting all innocent but you’re just begging to be used like such a slut, huh?”

The clink of a belt, and suddenly you’re feeling a sliver of skin - warm. Soft, sat right above where you knew he had that sinful little tattoo. 

“B-but Kuna-” you flinch as the cold air hits you before you know it. Looking over your shoulder to catch that fucking smug smirk as Sukuna flips your flimsy skirt to rest your dripping cunt on his bare thigh. And to anyone else, it would probably just look like you’re just seated on his lap. But you gasp, “Here?”

“Why not?”

If anyone heard your broken whine, then you didn’t have the courage to raise your head and look. Hazy eyes locked with Sukuna’s as he starts rocking you on his thigh. Fingers digging into your hips, dragging your sloppy pussy. Grip tight, bruising almost - like he was trying to hold himself back from doing anything more. 

“Aww, my messy girl.” And fuck if it wasn’t difficult to not just fuck you right then and there with the way your puffy folds were spread on his thigh. Drooling all the way down to the gaudy couch below. “Who’re you this wet for?”

But Sukuna’s skin against your was so hot. Your brain too foggy. His words too mean. And you can’t help but let out some incoherent babble.

One that has him wrapping a hand around your neck, nails positioned right above your racing pulse, forcing you to blink tearily up at him. “Sorry, pretty. Can’t hear you above this fuckin’ music.” Biting down on your earlobe - just a little punishment, “What were you sayin’?”

“Ngh- f-fuck-” you moan, clit catching on the curves and dips of his muscles, rippling as he bounces you faster in time with your slutty lil’ movements. “Only for ngh- you.”

Voice such a low purr in your ear now, “Who?”

“Y-you, Kuna-”

“Yeahhhh, fuck.” he grunts, angling his head just right to better take in the fucking heavenly view. Back arching, swollen folds spread so shamefully as you hump him like some bitch in heat. Making such a mess all over his thigh tattoo in a way that makes Sukuna so fucking glad he got it. “S’exactly what I like to hear.”

And God, he didn’t even have to tell you for you to realize. Because you could feel the way his rock-hard cock jumps against his boxers - so rock-hard and pressing up against your ass in a damp patch. 

One hand tightening around your throat, the other dipping below to draw urgent, messy little circles on your clit. Over and over. 

You dare to crack an eye open and look at the room around you, hips still grinding down so pathetically on his thigh. Clenching down so hard on nothing as you wonder how someone - anyone - could see the two of you and-

“Oi, look at me, brat.” he’s tugging your head up to his again. Hands getting more erratic - like he wanted to distract you from anything but him him him. “Focus on me. On how fucking good this pretty pussy is feeling.”

As if you could do anything but.

Bucking softly into his angry erection, causing Sukuna to let out a low, drawn-out hiss. “Evil lil’ thing.” he drags his lips down your sensitive neck. Pulling your hips harder against that tattoo. “Guess it ngh- makes sense though because…” you blink up tearily at him as he trails off. Barely noticing the trembling in his fingers, both your rhythms getting so sloppy. Untimed. As rough as the look in Sukuna’s eyes as he whispers, “-because you’re mine.”

And then he spits - right into yout waiting mouth. Once. Twice. 

Loud enough that it definitely makes a few stray onlookers glance, faces immediately burning at the sight of Sukuna kissing you. Just a messy clash of lips and teeth and tears.

Tears as you cum with a strangled gasp, drunk up so greedily by Sukuna as you squirt all over his thigh. So fucking messy. Seeping into his pants, all the way down to the couch below, but especially his tattoo. That ring of ink soaked in your juices - right where Sukuna wanted.

And if you were in any better state of mind you’d have been embarrassed - shy, even.

Instead, you’re glancing down at the way his thigh was glistening in the dim light, delicate strings of slick snapping as you lean back closer. 

“Don’t you have- hah- the same tattoo on your cock, too, Kuna?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Sweeter this way

“Such a filthy cunt on my sweet, sweet girl.” Gojo has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - at how breathless and fucked out you were on top of him already. “C’mon, what ngh- happened to taking control?”

Ah, right - you bat your lashes lazily, blinking away the tears in your eyes to be met with that fucking smug smirk on your boyfriend’s face. So much for taking control tonight.

“Y-you’re a ngh- cheater, Toru.” you hiss, but you can’t stop your hips from grinding down so pathetically to meet with his rough pace. Jolting every time his leaking tip hit that one spot. “It was s’pposed to be hah- m-my turn to take charge.”

And oh how you had the strongest whining underneath you, two big arms looping around your waist to pull you against his toned chest. 

“But, sweetheart~” Craning his neck to graze his lips against your bruised ones - so fleeting, gentle. Exactly what his hips weren’t. “Isn’t it s-so much sweeter this way?”

You don’t know what it is about it - maybe at the dangerous little tone dripping from Gojo’s words. Maybe at the way each one was punctured by a messy, harsh thrust into your tight pussy. But it has shivers running down your spine - all the way to your bulging cunt, so stuffed and ravaged by his cock. 

Words a bit more breathless than you’d have liked as you mutter, “W-what do you oh fuck- Toru. What do you mean ‘sweet’?”

The only response you get is one hand pushing the hair out of his eyes, the other just bruising on your hips. Pulling you up, up, up on Gojo’s swollen cock like you were weightless, the arms in his biceps rippling when Gojo slams you down. Hard. 

Toned pelvis hitting your ass as he rams his cock into you. Again. And again. And again and again and-

“M’gonna show ya.” he grins, free hand roling your poor clit between two fingers. “Gonna show ya how much sweeter fuck-” Gojo’s eyes fly open as you clench so hard around him. On purpose - a warning. “Hah, feisty. But just you wait. M’gonna show ya.”

Having you feeling more and more like some curse he’s out to vanquish with the way he’s fucking you so merciless.

“Merciless?” Gojo cocks his head in a way that almost makes you forget to realize that oh, shit you said that out loud. “Mhm, sure did.” he hums, in a tone that was way too proud of himself. “N’ you h-haven’t even seen the ngh- best of it.”

You were getting impatient now - and so was Gojo. 

For all his talk, letting you grind your hips down to meet his rough cadence. So difficult with the way the man was getting impossibly faster. Sloppier. 

The look in his eyes is so feral. His hands so unforgiving, pushing your knees further apart. So erratic on your clit, drawing quick, messy little patterns in a way that has you wondering whether this is more for you or himself. 

He’s whispering, like a mantra now. “Gonna show ya- gonna show hah- fuck- m’gonna.” Running only on this and the way you were sucking him up so obscenely. Clit throbbing so fast under his thumb in a way he knew that it was about to be- “Now.”

As if on command, you cum. And not just any orgasm - no, when Gojo Satoru is out to prove a point, he will prove it five times over. Which is why he has you squirting like such a slut all over his rock-hard cock. 

“Oh- f-oh my god. Toru!”

Gojo’s own orgasm just a quick, sharp spike of pleasure, coating your puffy walls an obscene white before he’s pushing your limp body further back to get a better view and shit- 

That only has you gushing around him harder. So animalistically. Dick twitching wildly at the slick glistening all over Gojo’s abs, dribbling down, down, down to those tufts of white at his base. Some reaching his parted lips, and fuck if Gojo can stop himself from running his tongue along them.

Running a finger at the lewd pool on his abs before bringing them up to his mouth, “Oh, baby.” Eyes half-lidded, miles away yet still boring right into yours as he licks up his dripping wet index with a lewd groan. Pooling your sinful juices on his tongue. Heady. Addictive. “See? Sweeter this way.”

Your jaw drops into a soft oh! as Gojo pulls away with a lewd pop! looking like it fucking killed him to do so. 

Strings of slick connecting to those pretty pink lips, snapping ever so slightly as he murmurs a dark, “Wonder if it’ll be twice as sweet if I cum twice in your pretty pussy, hm?”

A/N. Hope y’all have a good day.

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[y2karasu]

This is new to me, this is new to you

- Ryomen Sukuna x Reader • Word Count: 0.6k -

content warnings: singlemom!reader, early relationship things, talk of meeting children, playful banter etc

“Six months.”

“Six months? That’s a long time, doll.”

Sukuna’s lips quirk at your scowl, hand swirling his coffee absentmindedly across the booth.

“Well that’s the rules,” you state firmly, fingers peeling at the label on your own drink nervously as you await a response.

“The rules?”

Sukuna can tell his vague responses are beginning to annoy you; the way your eyes roll at his aloofness, your hands twitching nervously as you await his answer.

“Okay,” he finally relents, “six months it is.”

He would normally be offended by the surprise that crosses your features, should be really. But he can’t help but hold his normal snark back as you smile nervously at him.

“Okay?” You ask, “It doesn’t bother you?”

“The fact that you have kids? Or that you want me to wait six months before I meet them?”

You frown at the question, eyes darting about to avoid his own leveled stare. He knocks his feet against yours, a subtle victory when you smile shyly at the act.

“Both I guess?” You answer softly, “I know it’s a lot, so I understand if—

“Can I ask why?” Sukuna cuts you off, hands moving to grab yours once the label of your drink has been torn to shreds (you’ve always had a habit of picking at your nails, and while normally endearing, he’d hate to see you anxious because of him).

“I just want to be sure,” you squeeze at his hand, fingers tracing a familiar path across calloused skin, “about you. Us.”

There’s a warmth that settles deep in Sukuna’s gut at your words, but he’d be damned before he admit to the butterflies that flit in his stomach from something so juvenile.

“What do I always say?”

You roll your eyes, but the worry has eased from your bones. Dripping down the sides of your iced coffee as you smile brightly at him.

“Anything for you, doll,” you mock, voiced deepened to replicate him.

Sukuna moves his free hand to pinch at your nose (anything to avoid letting you go), laughing as you shriek and attempt to avoid his teasing. Your laughs settle, a fond smile widening across your features.

“Anything?” You ask once more.

“Anything.”

a/n: originally written for my beloved @euthymiya (i hope it is oki if i tag u again ily bad) finking about making this a mini series but also… writing… sobs cries screams etc etc tysm for reading <3 and reblogging <3 because you reblogged it right… hahaha… right…. 🫵😐

[obsesssedblerd]

Finally

some jjk manga spoilers [236]

You had faith. 

This wasn’t the first time Satoru Gojo was killed. He came back then, and he’ll come back this time, too. 

You’re sitting in the living room of the house—safely located far away from Ryomen Sukuna’s eyes. Before the battle, Satoru, your fiance, teleported you here, kissed your forehead, and told you that he’ll be back shortly; once the king of curses is defeated once and for all. Only he knows where you are, and only he can get here by teleporting. The violent image of his body being cleaved in half is burned into your brain. It left you screaming and sobbing for hours. Your heart aches, and you try to breathe past the new wave of tears that rise to your eyes. 

First, you feel strong, familiar cursed energy, then you hear a whooshing sound. You rush to the window to see Satoru—your Satoru—stumbling outside and breathing heavily. The shirt he wore was torn badly, and you see the scar splayed across his stomach, but mostly healed. Shoko’s work, no doubt. You gasp, then throw the door, practically flying into his arms. “Toru!!” You sob, and he catches you, nearly falling over from the force of you, but swiftly regaining balance. 

He’s shaking, panting, and squeezing you so tight. Your hand comes up to stroke his hair, and he shudders. 

Soft. 

“Oh, my god, are you okay?!” You manage between sobs. “The battle– Sukuna– How is–” 

“S-Sorry,” he breathes out, hugging you a bit tighter when you attempt to pull away. “Just let me hold you for a bit, love. Please…” His voice trembles, and your heart aches even more. Of course he’s scared. Anyone would be after what he faced. 

“I’ve got you,” you mutter soothingly, and you let him take his time. His cold hands brush against your arms, and he nestles his face in the space between your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent. 

Soft, he thinks again. Soft. Smells so sweet.

The perfume you’re wearing. It’s his favorite. A slender finger curls around a strand of your hair, and again, his other hand brushes against your soft skin. Beautiful. Beautiful and so fucking perfect. He’s here. You’re here. Just you two. Finally. Finally. 

No wonder he hid you. I’d keep you to myself, too.

“Hm?” Your hum of question breaks through his thoughts. 

Ah. Did I say that out loud? 

“Toru, what are—” You manage to pull away from him, and you stop when you get a look at his face. His white bangs cover it well, but the hints of crimson underneath make your heart drop. Your hand comes up to push back his hair and– 

No. No. 

You gasp as you stumble back, the sight of the fresh, barely-bloodied stitches across your lover’s forehead instantly making your blood run cold. You know what they mean. You nearly fall, and Satoru’s hand firmly grasps yours—partially to steady you, but mostly to press a kiss to the pulse-point of your wrist, obsessing over how soft you are. You're breathing heavily now, and you watch in horror as his face splits into a grin, his blue eyes feral. 

“My pretty girl,” Kenjaku purrs, and the nickname that always made your heart warm now fills you with bone-chilling fear. Satoru’s touch, his smile, his voice; but not him. “I finally found you.” 

You scream.

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a/n: ugh, sorry, had to write this after having the worst nightmare about it. seriously, my heart was beating so damn fast when i woke up.

[godhandler]

Cottagecore life with Sukuna, who’s already packing his bags out the suburbs as you paint a picture of blue-green countryside idyll amid the mountain grass carpet, warm hearthstone, and sweetfish fresh from the stream. 

“Pick your favourite.” He scoffs at your delighted face. He won’t show you how much time he spent planning the whole thing: a surprise trip to a sheep ranch. Your laugh warms a blush all through his tan skin. “We’ll take it with us.”

A quick peck of gratitude later, you spend your time examining through the bleating herd. Cloud-balls brush past your knees. You decide on a youngling: fat little candyfloss on stubbly legs, a few weeks old at best. You’re already planning on the barn you’ll make for him– watch him grow up into a spoilt old ram. 

Sukuna, hanging back against the fence, rustles your hair as you return with your baby in your arms.“Good choice, looks soft too.”

“He is!” You pet his little head as he nuzzles into your neck, already taking to you. “His name’s Yuuji, I’ve decided, it’s perfect for him!”

“I’m not gonna call the pest that.”

You two walk back to your car, strapping your new pet into the backseat the best you can. The journey back to your homestead is pretty short anyway. “You’ll start loving him in no time, I tell you. C’mon, just call him by his name once!”

………..

“You don’t like it, brat?” Sukuna is confused seeing the tears in your eyes. Is it the smoke from the sizzling dish? Or were you not feeling meat-ish today? The lamb has been roasted to perfection, he made sure of that, topped it with your favourite lemon-cilantro too! “I’m even calling it ‘Yuuji asado’ instead of ‘cordero asado’.” 

“My baby…” You reach out to touch his now-crispy skin. 

Sukuna’s a bit hurt– you didn’t even try it once before reacting like that. Sukuna might not be a very experienced cook, but he actually followed the recipe to a T, putting his heart and soul into the dish to make you happy. On top of that, you did pick the lamb out yourself, so there’s no reason for you to be so ungrateful. 

Still, he carves out a leg, pouring extra garlic oil onto your plate, and forks off a bit for you to taste. You don’t want to hurt his feelings. You take the bite he’s offering. 

Yuuji. You’re sobbing now. You’re heartbreakingly delicious.

“Do you … like it?” His first culinary attempt: He just wants you to appreciate his efforts. 

“It’s the best lamb ever, baby.”  It’s true. Well-marinated meat, so tender you could tear it with your lips. Juicy on the inside, the flavours seeping through and through. You can’t even pretend that you don’t want another bite. “Tears of happiness, don’t worry about it.”

“Damn right.” His smile is back to cocky again, having conquered the art of the kitchen. “Play nice and I’ll make it again for you next week.”

a/n: this happened to me. I was 7. dad's side of the family yk.

[demonbanger]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ♡ 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒 ♡ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

sukuna x reader

Imagine you and your handsome pink-haired demon, in your room. Your walls have cute little posters, plushies lit by the soft LED lights. Your little collection of random objects sits atop your dresser and you have plants in every corner.

Vivid, alive, just like the girl who decorated her space. Your bed looks like it belongs to a princess with the sheer amount of pillows, the cutest decorations, the hanging sheer canopy with glow-in-the-dark stars, the adorably printed Sanrio covers. The Totoro ottoman standing guard at the very end. One little detail that stands out is how the bed creaks under the weight of two people.

Sukuna towers over you in your pretty little room on top of your squishy mattress, hands gripping the plush of your hips, his own pistoning into you. He’s thrusting so deeply into you, your brain turns to strawberry jelly. All you can do is whine and mewl for more, more, more, as he fills you so perfectly, bending you over in such an arched position, putting a soft pillow under your tummy so you’re comfy as he fucking destroys you with all the details of his pretty cock dragging against your sensitive walls. Your shiny nails are digging into your fluffy blanket and you sob as he hits your sweet spot, over and over again.

You turn your head back as much as you can as half your face is smushed against your pillows and see his red eyes smiling back at you from above. His skin as decorated with sharp tattoos as your room is with cat stickers. He leans down, continuing his thrusts that make you see more stars than those embedded in your bed canopy. Licks the shell of your ear. And deeply growls, “my sweet, sweet girl, letting me into her pretty little space, letting me fuck this sweet, wet, little pussy. How did a big, scary man like me get so fucking lucky, hmm?”

You moan at the praise, and a tattooed hand wraps around your throat , causing your pussy to flutter around him. He growls in your ear, the baritone vibrations going straight to your clit, and you shiver. You can tell he’s grinning, as his other hand lazily rubs your clit. “Damn you’re fucking soaked.”

He’s not wrong. Your juices are drooling so much they reach your bed covers, but you can’t help it, you just can’t help it. He’s going so fucking slowly and deeply into you and all you can think about it’s how good it feels. How full you feel, how great it is to have his weight almost crush you. His intoxicating smell mixed with the smell of home in your safe bedroom. In your relaxing room that gives you so much peace away from the world, this is your favorite activity.

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tagging: @yuujispinkhair (thanks for inspiring me to think about sukuna)

[phyx-m]

Beneath The Silk | True form Sukuna x Reader

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Chapter 17: The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Content warning: suggestive sexual content

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Chapter 16 | Chapter 18

No one else will harm you here.

Sukuna’s parting words have been all you can think about. You’ve spent countless afternoons turning them over, trying to decide if you can trust him. Strangely enough, you do choose to believe him—and that scares you more than you’re willing to admit.

The week following Sayuri’s attack, you keep to your chambers, only leaving when necessary—to bathe or to eat, which you're not surprised to do alone.

You haven’t seen the King of Curses since that night—since he healed you, since that strange moment of intimacy crawled between you two, or… whatever the fuck that was. 

Now, he's gone again.

When he disappears, it rarely lasts more than a few days, which makes you think he’s never too far. But today marks three days—longer than usual if you’re counting right.

For the most part, this doesn’t bother you. All you can do is track his movements and try to predict when you will have him within arm's reach again.

For killing purposes, of course.

In the meantime, you welcome this small reprieve. It gives you time to dispel the confusing emotions that have begun to slip through the cracks. There’s a growing need to shut them away—to seal them off, every look, every gesture, every moment. Contain them, avoid them, throw them away.

Guard yourself.

Though, you long for some sense of company, particularly Ren’s. You miss her, and she is nowhere to be found.

She took a damn knife to the throat for you, and you desperately want to talk to her, thank her, show your gratitude. You assume she’s resting in her chambers, not from the injury—she was healed—but from the trauma of it all.

In that lonely week, you spend your spare time writing letters to your sister, and the message always comes out the same: How are you? I miss you. Write soon. I love you.

It’s simple, yet no response ever comes.

Why?

It’s been a little over a month since you first stepped through the shrine’s doors, and you’ve yet to receive a single correspondence.

Not one.

This ongoing silence… something must be happening back home, but you have no idea what.

All you want to know is that Yuna is safe. The need to find out swells with each passing day, even overshadowing your task.

If you lose her, if you truly lose her, you’ll have nothing. What would you have beyond that? There’d be no life. No family. No love.

Nothing.

“Uraume,” you call softly one afternoon as you sit alone in the private dining space, trying to swallow tea past the lump of dread filling your throat. “Has there been any word from my sister? My father?”

The likelihood of your father writing is doubtful. The question is no more a shot in the dark than anything else.

A brief apologetic look crosses the pale-haired attendant's face before it settles back into its usual emotionless mask.

“No, my Lady. There has been no reply.” They pivot back to finish preparing your meal.

Right.

The words sting, but they don’t surprise you.

You absentmindedly nod.

That lump in your throat grows. If you open your mouth again, you might sob.

Not trusting yourself, you glance down at your gloved hand, clenched tightly around the silk of your kimono—one of the five Sukuna had gifted you. Lately, you’ve been wearing them in his absence, finding a small, bitter satisfaction in knowing he won’t see you in them. But the pettiness does little to stifle the unease of this situation.

Back home, something has to be wrong. It’s the only explanation.

You inhale.

“Yuna… she hasn’t written to me all this time…” you murmur more to yourself than anyone, your free hand tightly curling around the ceramic cup for stability.

Quietly, Uraume approaches, a wooden tray balanced in their hands. The warm aroma of the food—grilled trout, fluffy steamed rice, tender eggplant, and a perfectly peeled and sliced pear—fills the small room. You glance at the meal, noting how carefully it's been prepared. Having learned your lesson regarding the meat, you’ve slowly returned to eating it, if only to keep up your strength.

They place the tray before you; steam curls up. It looks delicious, but your stomach spasms at the sight.

"I don’t know your sister, my Lady.” They step back, casting their gaze across you. "But perhaps she is simply preoccupied. These matters can take time."

Preoccupied.

That could be true.

With no direct male heir in the Kasai clan, your father has had Yuna rigorously trained to marry into a clan of equal standing. You just hope that’s the reason for her silence—that she’s simply busy learning court etiquette or something ridiculous and mundane.

Still.

“It’s unlike her to stay this silent for so long,” you huff, frustrated, before finishing your tea and placing the cup down. “She would have sent something, anything, even if it was just a few lines…”

What if Onishi has done something to her? 

Your father loves leveraging Yuna, dangling her in front of his chief advisor like a twisted game. To him, she’s become nothing more than a prized lamb being led to slaughter. And Onishi—he's always given her those nauseating looks like he’s just waiting for the chance to sink his teeth in.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as if it could suppress the swirling paranoia.

Yuna is safe. She has to be.

You pick up your chopsticks but only stare into the food before you.

“Do you think… there’s a chance the letters aren’t getting through?” you ask, grappling for some thread of reason.

There’s a pause.

You turn to look at Uraume, who tilts their head, considering.

“It’s possible. We’ve sent the letters, but the journey can take time, and delays are not uncommon.” Their eyes flit to the cooling food in front of you. “Try not to let it trouble you so much, my Lady.”

You could, but you won’t.

With a twitch of your face, you attempt to pull a smile onto your lips.

“I won’t.” You lie.

These questions will linger, trouble you, and sit uncomfortably in the back of your mind until you can finally get a response.

As you continue to sit in the private room your meal goes untouched. Your stomach has pulled into a tight, hard knot, so you push the food around on the plate instead.

Every once in a while, the quiet is broken when an attendant enters, exchanging words with Uraume—always out of earshot, always with a tight frown—before slipping away again. You still feel like an outsider here, but there’s no real point in trying to feel comfortable.

Yet, you can’t help but notice your eyes occasionally drift to the empty cushion at the far end of the table, the one where the monster usually sits.

Without him, the space feels vacant… almost lonely.

Cold.

The thought startles you so much that a sharp snort reverberates up your throat, the sound harsher than you intended.

“My Lady?” Uraume asks, organizing some ceramic dishware off to the side.

“Oh...” Clearing your throat, you try to regain your composure. “Um, could I have some sake, please?”

Too many thoughts are drowning you right now. You need an escape to find some relief, even if it’s burying yourself in a haze of intoxication for a while.

Uraume picks up a bottle by its slender neck and a ceramic cup, then moves toward you. Their movement disturbs the dust motes circling in the mid-September light filtering through the paper screens.

One month.

You have one month remaining to kill Ryomen Sukuna.

You exhale.

They place the cup down, tip the bottle back, fill it to the brim, then step back.

“Thank you.” You take a small sip. The alcohol seethes all the way down to the bottom of your stomach in the best way possible, warmth alighting your body.

Warmth.

Your eyes flick up to the empty cushion again.

Where the hell are you?

You lift the cup for another taste of—

Knock, knock, knock.

Three very precise taps.

You set the cup aside.

Uraume moves and slides open the door.

“I was told you were dining alone, my Lady.” Ren stands there.

“Ren.” Your voice catches as you shoot to your feet, nearly knocking the table over like a fool.

She looks the same—stiff, rigid, stern. Her robe is perfectly arranged, without a single crease. Hair pulled back neatly, not a strand out of place. God, she’s a sight for sore eyes. She pauses at the threshold, her gaze briefly flicking toward Uraume before bowing.

You quickly round the table, hesitating as you approach her. Ren’s hands tighten in the familiar way she always clasps them in front of her.

You freeze. She, like you, values her space.

The thought of embracing her crosses your mind, but you hold back, clasping your hands behind your back and fidgeting with them instead.

An awkward silence stretches until Uraume shifts.

“Ren.” The corner of their mouth twitches as they speak her name. “I’m glad you’re finally up. You look well rested today.” They turn to you. “My Lady, I’ll leave you. If you need anything, I’ll be in the kitchen.”

You give a faint nod, grateful for the time alone with your attendant.

As they leave in silence, you reach for Sukuna’s cushion, pulling it closer to yours, plopping it down and fluffing it out.

“Please, join me.” You gesture for her to sit. But she looks at you as if you’ve committed some grave offence by disturbing and offering such a thing.

You can’t help but smile as you settle back into your spot.

“It’s fine. It’s just the two of us.” You offer the words as a comfort, not fully realizing their weight. With Sayuri gone, it is truly just the two of you now.

She hesitates but eventually lowers herself down. Her pale eyes remain distant as she settles. Her hands sink into her lap—your gloved ones do the same. When she does get comfortable, her back is so straight that it’s as if the cushion is made out of wood rather than silk.

“I haven’t seen you since that night,” you begin, unsure how to approach the subject. “How are you?” Not being well-versed in comforting others, you soften your voice as much as you can.

Ren eyes you, jaw tightening.

“I’m fine, my Lady—”

“Please, don’t call me that.” She stiffens, and you swallow. “After what happened, there’s no need for formalities.”

She nods weakly.

“What happened… what I did… was done out of duty, my Lad—” she winces.

Your eyes soften.

“It wasn’t just duty,” you say gently. “You stepped in… even though you didn’t have to.”

Her eyes flicker, hands clenching into little fists where they rest on her thighs.

“I did what was necessary. Sayuri… She took things too far. Everything had reached a breaking point, and she just—I should have known better...”

Her voice trails off.

You shift.

“Did you know? Before it happened?” You push your lips together, unable to stop yourself from asking. “Did you know that she harboured such feelings toward me?”

Silence.

Ren straightens, shoulders squared.

Three long heartbeats pass before she finally speaks.

“I… suspected something. Sayuri always seemed close to Master Sukuna, but I didn’t think she would go that far.”

You look at her closely, realizing there’s more to the story.

“You knew.” Your voice is more curious than accusatory. “You knew. And you didn’t say anything.”

Ren’s shoulders start to tremble.

“In the beginning, things were fine when I first arrived here, but not long after… she started twisting things. I felt confused, lost.” She clips. “Then you arrived—I didn’t think she’d actually—” She cuts herself off, exhaling sharply. “I should’ve acted sooner.”

You sit back, absorbing her confession. It all makes sense now—why Ren has kept her distance, always avoiding you. She feels responsible.

“You didn’t know she’d try to kill me.”

“I knew enough—” The words rush out, and there’s nothing but regret there. “I knew enough my Lady… I saw the signs. I should’ve stopped her before it came to that.”

Ren has been more of an enforcer than a companion, but now you can see the cracks and kinks in her once wall—the guilt, the pain of being manipulated by someone consumed by her own dark obsession. An obsession with someone who, in his own way, could drive anyone into a sublime kind of madness.

“You’re one of the reasons I’m still alive, and I’ll forever be in your debt.”

Ren’s shoulders tremble harder this time.

“I let her get too close.” She struggles to keep her composure as her eyes turn glassy. “I let her manipulate me. I let her do this.”

Exhaling, you lean across the cushion and place a gloved hand on her sleeve.

“Ren… it’s over now, all right?” You have to swallow at seeing her like this. “If it’s any consolation, we were both on the receiving end. She stabbed both of us. That practically makes us twins.”

A faint, rueful smile touches your lips, hoping to pull her out of her darkening thoughts.

She nods politely, though her expression is still strained.

“Here.” You rise to your feet, fetch another ceramic cup, and slide it towards her. “I think we both need this.”

You pour her a cup of sake, then sink back into your cushion.

Eyeing her, you lift your cup and take a sip. Ren does the same—

Her lip pulls back into a grimace.

“I’m sorry, my Lady.” She smacks her lips together before covering her mouth with her hand. “This is my first time tasting alcohol. It’s… disgusting.”

You smile.

“You’ve never tasted alcohol before?”

She takes another cautious sip, this time preparing herself for the taste, and nods.

“I grew up in a poorer region of the north. We didn’t have access to many things.” She pauses to consider her words, then takes another sip. “It’s also not something we are offered here either.”

“You’re from the north?”

You take a longer drink, surprised by this. She lived in your father’s domain. The thought of his neglect toward her region makes your skin crawl.

Her eyes lift over the curve of the cup.

“Yes, I am. Same as you.”

Your stomach lurches, and you reach for the sake again.

“We might need more than one cup.”

* * * * *

Halfway through the bottle of sake, the distance between you and Ren closes. Everything feels warm and light—your head, body, even your words. Ren manages to coax a smile from you; in return, you earn a genuine laugh from her.

It’s strange to experience such emotions here, at the shrine. You used to think it was a hellhole. But it’s starting to become beautiful in its own twisted, dark way.

Cups in hand and with alcohol humming through your veins, the two of you slip out into the garden, just beyond the private dining space. It’s a place you rarely visit, if ever.

Standing there, you smell the damp earth, like moss and flowers in peak bloom. Fresh and wild, with a hint of decay on the horizon. 

In your flushed state, you slip your sandals off, letting your bare feet meet the stones of the path beneath. The heat from the afternoon sun warms them, coaxing your body to relax further. There’s only the slightest nip of the approaching autumnal months that hangs in the air.

“You know,” you mumble, weaving through the flowers with a lazy sway. “This garden seems so out of place.”

Ren walks beside you, her face flushed from the alcohol.

Once she started to pour her own cups of sake, you realized she was rather enjoying herself. Her posture is now relaxed and less rigid. A softness taking place.

“Is it?” she muses, lifting a slight shoulder. “Maybe it’s here for that reason. A reminder that not everything in this place has to be hard.”

You hum, moving deeper into the garden, sake in one hand, kimono skirt in the other. The dark, burnt red fabric glints in the sunlight, highlighting accents set in the deep hue of a bellflower at midnight. Its sharp, angular tailoring adds to its elegance. In such a captivating garment, you certainly look the part of the King of Curses' wife.

“I’ve never seen you out here before,” your attendant comments.

You lean in to sniff a plum blossom.

“Well, I don’t usually come here. It feels like a distraction. And distractions aren’t really helpful for me.”

Especially one enormous, malevolent distraction.

Ren chuckles brightly, a lovely sound you aren’t familiar with yet.

“Distractions aren’t always bad, my Lady.” A glance at her, and you see a small, almost mischievous smile making its way across her face. “I mean, look at us. Drinking, wandering through a garden. If you ask me, it’s a nice distraction.”

You manage a soft laugh as the barriers you’ve kept up begin to fall, little by little.

“I suppose.”

You continue to walk, the comfortable quiet interrupted only by the sound of footsteps and the glistening of the nearby pond. Then, as if she’s been weighing her words carefully, Ren speaks again.

“You know… things have changed since you arrived.” She pauses, thinking. “Or maybe it started before.”

You cast her a sidelong glance.

“Such as?”

There’s a beat.

You take a sip of sake.

Ren doesn’t say anything as her eyes drift to wander ahead.

“Master Sukuna.”

That has you standing still.

You're unsure how your arrival has affected the untamable King of Curses.

“How’s he… changed?” you ask, disguising your curiosity with another more prolonged sip.

Ren, too, takes a drink.

“When you saw us with him on the night of your wedding, it had been quite some time since he last requested our company.” She takes a second sip. “That night, he was distracted… agitated.” She takes a third, nearly finishing her cup. “He never sought out Sayuri or myself since that night.”

What?

You blink, wondering if the alcohol is making her words sound like nonsense. But the look she gives you says otherwise. Brows drawn together, apologetic.

“That’s not possible,” you mumble, “I saw Sayuri go to him weeks ago.”

Didn’t she?

Ren shakes her head. 

Suddenly, your kimono feels too tight, the sun too hot, and your gloves more suffocating than ever.

“No. Sayuri told me he has refused her each time.” She pauses—your face tingles. “And I haven’t been with him either. Truthfully, I was never attached to Master Sukuna the way the others were—not in that sense. When the letter from your father arrived months ago, I felt… relieved.”

You down the rest of your sake, feeling it burn all the way to your stomach.

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with me,” you say, walking away.

Ren moves to catch up.

“I’m not so sure about that. He’s watchful around you. It’s subtle, but… it’s there.”

No. Nope.

The stunning late blooms, dripping in soft reds and purples, do little to help you stay grounded while the garden’s path seems to narrow, feeling smaller, more confined.

“You’re imagining things.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re pretending that something’s not there.”

You stop walking.

What the hell is this something, anyway?

You turn to face Ren.

“It doesn’t matter. It can’t matter… not really.”

Ren watches carefully.

“Why not, my Lady?” Her words turn too soft for you at this moment.

Why not?

Why not?

Blood roars in your ears.

“Because—”

I must kill him.

Because this is all a lie. Meaningless.

“Because… there’s nothing between us—” You feel like you might be sick. “Because this marriage is nothing more than an arrangement between him and my father.” You circle back along the path, heading toward the private room. “Because they both got what they wanted, and I’m nothing more than a trinket to be bartered off.”

A tool for two powerful, ambitious men. A tool for Sukuna to revel in your clan’s submission and a tool for your father to regain what was taken from him.

You walk faster, leaving your sandals behind. You need food, more sake, something.

“My Lady!” Ren hurries to catch up, but you keep moving, feet carrying you away. “It’s not just the way he looks at you.” She hesitates. “Maybe it’s not about us, your father, or anything else. Master Sukuna is holding back… as if he’s waiting for something.”

“Waiting for what?” you snap, your mind spiralling.

Ren stays silent.

Good. You need this conversation to end, never to be spoken of again. You need things to remain how they are. Distant. In name only. You need to protect yourself.

As you approach the door, you glance over your shoulder at her. There’s a frown on her face that makes you shrink.

“Besides,” you say lightly, trying to diffuse the tension as if this conversation hasn’t just shaken the ground beneath you. You grip the door and slide it open. “We haven’t even consummated this damn union. According to him, I’m too weak. Unfuckable. And that’s fine. I’m more than fine with leaving it at that.”

You step inside, watching as Ren follows, her eyes coasting from you to over your shoulder. That’s when she drops into a deep bow—one filled with respect. One not meant for you.

The King of Curses’ energy cracks across you, hard, right between the shoulders, raising every hair on your body.

Shit, shit, shit.

You turn.

On the cushion you dragged closer to yours sits the four-armed demon himself. He casually eats from your untouched plate of food, pinching a bit of rice and slowly sliding it into his mouth.

Your palms prickle with sweat as his eyes drag from the food to your body, taking in the kimono he gifted you. The bastard doesn’t smirk—at least, not openly—though the way he covers his mouth while chewing hints at some smug amusement.

He chews, swallows.

“Wife.” His voice, so deep, has your body tightening with warmth, urging you to squeeze your thighs together.

What the hell is wrong with you?

The sake. The sake is to blame.

Sukuna leans away from the table, resting his weight on his lower pair of arms. The movement parts the front panels of the dark blue kimono he’s wearing, revealing the slightest expanse of his chest and the black ink on his smooth skin. Your hazy eyes are drawn to the sight.

More warmth pulls into your stomach.

Damnit.

To hide your sudden embarrassment, you bow.

“You’re back.” You fiddle with your silk gloves and the cup in your hand. “It’s nice to see you again, Lord Sukuna.”

Silence.

Your head throbs, your vision swims, and you struggle to focus on the hem of your kimono, trying to push aside the earlier revelations.

“Tch.”

At his dismissive sound, you raise your head, as does Ren.

“Leave,” he orders, waving a lazy hand in your attendant’s direction.

“Yes. Of course, Master.”

Ren seems to know exactly how to act—proper and formal—while you struggle to remember the normal rhythm of breathing.

She places her cup on the side table and moves toward the door. Over Sukuna’s back, she glances at you, shooting you a look that says good luck. As if imparting all that information wasn’t enough. You’re surprised she isn’t grinning at the situation.

“My Lady,” she murmurs, and there it is—her grin.

Damn her.

Ren departs the room with a slight wobble. When the door shuts with a soft thud, it echoes too loudly.

Alone, you slowly turn your attention to Sukuna, who continues to eat from your plate, acting as if you don’t exist in the same room.

“That was interesting,” he drawls, not looking at you. “Bringing up our lack of consummation. Are you trying to embarrass me? Or yourself?”

You scoff.

"It wasn’t like that. I just—"

“You just what?” He cocks his head, voice deceptively soft. “You thought I wouldn’t hear? Or maybe”—he pauses, a cruel smirk cracking his countenance—“you wanted me to hear.”

Heat licks across your face at the acquisition and his capricious mood.

"Of course not," you snap.

Sukuna leans back, relaxing further, no doubt enjoying this little scenario.

“No?” He picks up another piece of food, examining it briefly before popping it into his mouth. “Then why bring it up?” He tilts his head slightly, his eyes trailing lazily over your breasts, then lower. “Unless… you’ve been thinking about it yourself.”

You clench your jaw.

"That’s absurd."

His gaze narrows.

"Is it?" 

“Yes, it is absurd. Besides—” You draw in a breath. “I wasn’t aware you were back. You have a habit of disappearing and reappearing. It’s rather annoying.”

He clicks his tongue.

You step closer, only to stumble a bit, but catch yourself in time. Still, the slight sway in your step doesn’t go unnoticed; his four eyes narrow.

“Annoying, am I? That’s funny, coming from someone in your position.”

You scowl. 

“Yes. Annoying. You’re always so—” You struggle to find the right word. “Elusive. Popping in and out. Coming and going.” Your hands start to gesture in frantic bursts with each word, his eyes following closely. “How am I supposed to keep track of you?”

Stop. Talking.

You wince, tongue loosening far more than it should.

Sukuna’s smirks.

“You make it sound like you’re keeping tabs on me, wife. How sweet.”

You grit your teeth, realizing how he’s twisting your words.

“That’s not what I—”

“Shut up and sit.” His eyes flick to the cushion beside him. "Before you fall on your face and embarrass yourself as you did at our wedding.”

That reminder has your mouth drying out.

“I tripped because you had me wearing that horrid kimono,” you retort, though you did intentionally get drunk to cope with that life-altering day.

“Kimono,” Sukuna snorts, “it wasn’t the fucking kimono.” He slams his upper left elbow on the table, pointing two fingers at you. “You drank an entire bottle of sake. Then that vulture swooped in to pick up the pieces and put his disgusting hands all over you.”

You scoff.

Is that jealousy?

"Nakamura? The man whose head you so graciously removed after he stepped in to help me up?” You take two steps closer. “Besides, you—” You stab a finger in his direction. “—drank all the sake during the ceremony. Then you left with the entire fucking bottle.” Why the hell were you even arguing about this? “That sounds awfully like you were watching me that night. Tell me, dear husband, who’s keeping tabs on whom now?”

You smile sweetly.

His gaze thins, and oh, you can’t describe the pleasure of seeing such a reaction.

He’s annoyed. Irritated.

It’s glorious.

Your smile turns feral.

“Sit. The fuck. Down,” he growls. "Now."

That douses it.

You sit quickly, a bit too heavily, the cushion softening your ungraceful descent. Sukuna’s eyes never leave you, drinking in every clumsy movement.

Tucking your legs back into a kneel, you place the cup on the table and then smooth out your garment, trying to appear proper.

“So, where do you go?” you ask, the lingering effects of the alcohol stoking your curiosity. “When you disappear like that, I mean.”

Sukuna cuts you a look, tilting his head slightly.

“Is that concern I hear?”

“No.” You shake your head. “I just want to know when the peace will be broken again.” You lie. “You leave, and when you return, the air shifts. It's… suffocating,” you whisper as if sharing a secret.

He stares at you.

You stare at him, realizing you’ve been blathering about nonsense. The need to escape his heavy red gaze grows stronger as he remains silent.

But then he moves.

Slowly, his upper left hand reaches toward the plate. Sukuna pinches a bit of fish and rice between his fingertips, giving the task care and devotion. Once he's done, he leans forward, extending his hand to you.

“Eat first.” There’s a manic grin on his face, the tattoos on his cheekbones lifting while his four eyes crinkle, glinting wickedly. “And maybe I’ll indulge your insatiable curiosity about where I go.”

Fuck that look.

Your nostrils flare.

Intoxication paired with the King of Curses can only lead to disaster.

Luckily, your rational side saves you. This scenario feels familiar. So naturally, hesitation slithers in. You tense, gaze honing in on the food poised between his fingertips before glancing up at him.

Something twisted overcomes his features. 

“Open up for me.” His voice is calm as he speaks.

You aren’t quite sure if that order has two meanings.

Still, you don’t budge.

“Wife—” That energy of his starts to make itself known, curling tight around your throat. “—I won’t ask again.”

Swallowing any pride left from this conversation, you lean forward. Your lips part, and you pull the food from his fingertips, letting it slide inside—savoury and salty. Sukuna pulls back but remains close, watching your lips move as you chew and swallow.

“There.” The points of his canines become pronounced. “Good girl.”

You glare.

”Don’t call me that.”

His grin widens, huffing a chuckle.

“Ah, so the brat doesn’t enjoy praise?” He selects a pear slice this time. The fruit becomes lost between his massive fingers. He leans in so his mouth flirts with the crest of your ear. “Would you prefer it if I degraded you? Put you in your place? Which is beneath me,” he murmurs, his voice hot.

Heat pools between your thighs.

He pulls back.

You clear your throat softly.

“No…”

You sound unsure.

“Hm, such a pity and a waste,” he coos, red eyes flaring. “Now—” The pear comes to sit at your bottom lip. “Be a good girl for me again. Open.”

Fuck, this arrogant man will ruin everything.

Licking your lips, you part them. While he gently places the bare fruit on the flat of your tongue, his eyes become hooded. Your mouth closes, tasting it, and his thumb brushes against the curve of your lip before he pulls away—a calculated touch that makes your skin ache with heat.

You chew and swallow.

“There, I did what you asked. Now, are you going to tell me?”

Something noxious pulses in his aura as he regards you.

“Northeast,” he says flatly, leaning back to put distance between you two. He rests his bottom arms out while his upper pair curves to rest on his thighs.

You blink dumbly.

“That's a direction.”

“My, my, aren’t you clever,” he mocks. You roll your eyes, and the corners of his stupid mouth curve in a way that makes it harder for you to look away. “Some of my territory has been raided.”

Raided?

You sit up a little straighter, looking at him—really looking. He’s telling the truth; what reason would he have to lie? And who is brazen enough to invade territory under the King of Curses?

It seems like a death sentence.

That thought makes you wonder about your own situation. If he knew the truth, how quickly would the betrayal have him acting? Immediately? Would he torture you before he’d kill you? Or would there be some hesitation?

Your eyes meet his.

“By who?” you murmur.

It’s rare to get anything from him, and you want more. Any information could be useful.

His lip twitches.

“You know how I feel about nosy creatures.”

“Oh, come on.” You give him a playful smile, eyes wide and innocent. “Tell me.” You tilt your head, exposing your throat, and his eyes skim down it, continuing lower to your chest.

He goes rigid, a scowl overtaking his face. The monster looks at you as if you’ve just affronted him, a heavy furrow settling in his brow.

Your smile withers, act faltering.

Fucking damn him.

Your eyes flit to the plate of food, lingering.

With all the elegance you can muster in your foggy state, you remove one of your gloves and pick up a slice of pear before scooting to the edge of your cushion. Sukuna watches you warily as if you might stab him—which, to be fair, isn’t entirely out of the question. You settle close enough that your knees brush against his shins.

You lean in just a little closer, your hand extending slowly, softly.

“Now you.” Your eyes fall to his mouth—the most rigid part of his face, aside from the mask. “Open.”

He stares at you, his lips drawn into a frown that you doubt you could pry open.

You edge closer, your gloved hand resting on the firm muscle of his calf as you lean your upper body forward.

His eyes narrow.

You tilt your head, angling for a better view of his dual visage.

“Please, my Lord,” you whisper, “allow me to feed you.”

A twitch at his lip—then, finally, he relents.

Your cheeks flush, blooming with colour, and your heart climbs into your throat as he leans in. His hand comes up, fingers anchoring around your wrist, holding it in place. He pulls you closer, your fingertips brushing against his mouth.

Ignoring the desire in his gaze and the way your own lips part, you gently place the fruit onto his tongue. His eyes remain locked on yours, following your every movement like a predator toying with its prey.

Your mind blanks as his mouth closes around your fingers. He takes a slow, wet pull, dragging the fruit from you. His throat and jaw work in tandem, and a low rumble rises from his chest. The sound animalistic, making your core clench.

Time slows, and you expect him to pull away, but the tip of his tongue teases across your fingers, and he only sucks them in deeper.

A scorching flush burns across every part of your body.

Crimson eyes don’t look away; he’s daring you to, but you don’t, even when you’re imagining his tongue tracing every part of your body. Down the underside of your breasts, flicking across your nipples, down further to your thighs, pushing between your folds, which are becoming soaking the more he continues this erotic play of his hot mouth.

You must be mad, or the alcohol is driving your body because you lean in closer, pressing your face near his, your weight sinking into him.

At last, he pulls your damp fingers free. He chews, and a burst of sweet-smelling fruit fills the air. He swallows, his throat working as thick, corded muscles ripple and flex.

A look of bliss swims across his cruel features. His frown softens, his red orbs fall heavy, and his expression grows relaxed, sated.

The room spins away.

Has he always been this beautiful?

You tilt your chin up, closing the space between you, the ripple-like pattern in his eyes becoming painfully clear.

His grip on your wrist tightens, pulling you into him with steady force.

You inhale, breath shaky. He’s calm and entirely focused on you.

Apparently, your stupid, touch-craving body hasn’t caught up with the conflict in your mind, because a dark temptation unfurls—something you’ve never done with anyone, something you never imagined wanting from this demon. You feel the agonizing desire to lean closer, to brush your lips against his. Just to feel your breath mix, to taste him, to experience his mouth on yours.

Yes, sake was a terrible idea.

You dip closer, eyes hooding.

He doesn’t move, but his fingertips press into your skin, beckoning you nearer.

And you do.

His bottom pair of eyes drop to the curve of your mouth while his upper ones stay locked on yours. You shiver.

“Tell me, brat,” he mutters quietly, his pupils widening, darkening. “What do you want?”

Goosebumps pebble the expanse of your body.

Your tongue peeks out to wet your lips. A noise like a guttural purr rolls up from his chest.

Fuck.

“I want…”

He arches his eyebrow, and inclines his chin, waiting for an answer.

Your heart races.

I want you to hold me down. To kiss me… to fuck me.

Instead.

“Who raided your territory?” It’s all your tongue can form.

Somehow, the air leaves the room.

A flicker of annoyance imperceptibly passes over his face, the muscles around his eyes twitching.

“Tch.” The grip he has on your wrist falls away. He leans back, pulling his leg from where your hand still rests, forcing you to retreat. “I told you. I don’t like nosy creatures.”

Your skin prickles, the withdrawal sending a tremble of embarrassment from your neck to your skull.

Sukuna says nothing more before he takes another bite of food, as though your small attempt at playfulness had never happened.

Heartbeats pass in stony silence, both of you shut off from each other, walls rising into place.

Finally, he pushes to his feet.

You look up at him, trying to gauge his mood, but his expression is unreadable, his presence distant, as if he’s already elsewhere.

“I’m leaving again,” he says, eyes meeting yours before pulling away. “But this time, I’ll be gone longer.”

Your irritation spikes; you want to lash out but remind yourself to hold back.

“How long?” you ask, knowing the answer will be vague and unsatisfying.

“A week. Perhaps longer.”

You frown, caught off guard. A week or more?

He takes a step toward the door, his back to you. His hand rests on the door frame, fingers curling against the wood as he prepares to leave. For a moment, he says nothing, and you think that’s the end of it. But just as he’s about to step out, he glances back, unsure.

“At the stables, there’s something waiting for you,” Sukuna mutters, “if you recall what I told you about running away, I expect you to heed that warning.”

Your brow furrows in confusion. You sit up, trying to make sense of his cryptic words.

“My Lord, what do you mean at the stables?”

“You’ll know when you see her. She's yours.”

What?

“Her?”

Before you can press him further, he’s gone, slipping out of the room, and the door slides shut behind him with a quiet thud.

* * * * *

Later, once the alcohol has worn off, you slip out of the shrine and head toward the stables.

A cool wind brushes against your skin, clearing the lingering fog from your mind. You try not to dwell on what happened—or rather, what didn’t happen—between you and Sukuna earlier. At least you only succumbed to the burning need you feel for him, not the nonsense Ren was spouting. For the most part, you managed to keep your guard up.

When you step inside the stables, you’re greeted by the familiar sight of the intimidating warhorses. An empty stall confirms Sukuna’s departure.

You continue to scan the rows of stalls, gliding past the beasts.

Then you see her. 

Tucked at the back.

A mare, sleek and strong, all long legs. Her coat reminds you of snowmelt, with a soft dappling of faded grey. She’s smaller than Sukuna’s mounts but perfect for you.

At the stables, there’s something waiting for you.

For you. She’s yours, and she’s beautiful.

You step closer to the stall.

Where did she come from? How did he acquire her? Or, more so, who did he kill?

You approach until you stand before the elegant creature. She flicks her ears, nostrils flaring to take you in.

You smile.

Then, something falls into place.

Weeks ago, at the beginning of the month, there was the man the King of Curses permitted to live—the one with the family, two children, one on the way—the horse breeder.

Sukuna never did tell you why he let him go…

Turmoil and emotion swell and lodge in your throat, but somehow, a laugh escapes.

“Idiot,” you breathe, swallowing the burning in your chest.

You extend a gloved hand to the mare, but she flinches, huffing softly. She seems skittish, so you take it slow, allowing her to warm up to your presence before stroking her nose.

Eyes drifting, they fall from her to the smooth leather of a bridle and saddle hanging on the wall, clearly meant for her. The craftsmanship resembles Sukuna’s own, but this one is much smaller and has more padding for comfort.

You stare at it, mind racing.

He’s just given you a way out—a horse that can take you anywhere, far away from here—far away from the shrine. Unless you heed his warning, you risk supposedly being torn apart. Would he actually come after you and do such a thing?

You swallow.

Nonetheless, you can leave. You can go home, ensure your sister’s safety now, and inquire why the hell your father has yet to send word here. It will take a three-day ride there and back. If you leave now, there’s a good chance you can outride the King of Curses and his horse. But that’s depending on where he’s gone.

Your hand lingers on the animal’s neck, the warmth of her body grounding you.

You think of your sister.

The mare tosses her head, snuffling.

You slip your hand away and pull the tack from the wall.

It’s decided, one way or another, that today you’re leaving. You’re going home. Then, you’ll return to the shrine as if you never left.

🔗 Chapter 18

[spideryuu]

HUGE ME, PLEASE || SUKUNA ; ONE-SHOT

🖇ᘎ warning(s): f!reader, smut, dirty talk, pet names (baby, darling, doll, princess...). 🖇ᘎ summary: you go to your boyfriend's house to be comforted, but he seems to have a different idea about how to comfort a person. 🖇ᘎ words: 1,2k

➥ spanish ver. here

— a/n: ik i said i wasn't going to write anything smut rn, but idk, inspiration comes to me at 4am and here i am, finishing writing this. ik it's bullshit but i'm really not used to writing this kind of fics. and sorry if there's any grammatical mistake. T.T

You were outside in front of the front door of your boyfriend's house. You had doubts about whether to call or not, but the cold penetrating your bones was beginning to bother you, which made you decide to finally choose to call.

You waited a few seconds that seemed like years, and when you saw that no one came to open, you sighed and turned around, but you stopped immediately when you heard a squeak.

"Honey?" a deep voice asked behind you.

As soon as you saw Sukuna's eyes, you couldn't hold back your tears for much longer. This action worried him, but his pride was too big to just go and hug you.

"What happened?"

"Can I be whit you?" you asked, sobbing. "I can't be alone at home right now."

Sukuna nodded his head, allowing you to enter. You thanked him quietly and passed. The first thing you did was sit down, but not before taking off your shoes, and then you let out a long sigh.

The tears were no longer came out, but you were still sniffling and you felt like at any moment you were going to look like a running faucet again. Your boyfriend had sat next to you, in silent. He assumed you wanted your space and that's what he was trying to do.

“Thank you for letting me in.” you broke the silence after a few minutes.

"Y/N, you know you can always come here. Your panties are still in my closet, by the way"

"You fucking dummy." you laughed.

Some might say your boyfriend was an insensitive piece of shit, but he knew damn well that all you wanted right now was to forget about everything and just laugh until your tummy hurt.

"But you're my dummy, so I guess that's fine."

Sukuna couldn't help but smile slightly, making you nervous.

"Do you want to drink som-?"

He couldn't finish the sentence when he felt something in his arm. You huged him so bad as if he were the only thing that tied you to this world, squeezing your eyes tightly so that no tears would come out again.

"Y/N?"

"Just, let's be like this, please."

"Okay." he sighed.

He didn't like physical contact but when it was you, he always tried to make an effort knowing how much you liked to express your affection through that thing.

You both were like that for a few minutes. You still had your eyes closed and didn't try to open them until Sukuna spoke again.

"Hey Y/N."

You raised your head only to notice that a shy reddish color appeared on his cheeks, something that surprised you. You turned away immediately, thinking you had done something wrong.

"I'm so sorry, did I go too far?"

"No idiot, it's just that you've been whit your tits on my arm for too long" Sukuna said, making you now also embarrassed and understand what was happening.

“My God, I'm sorry.” you apologized again without being able to see his face.

You stood up, ready to leave and stop feeling like if you were bothering, but Sukuna grabbed your arm and asked:

"Where are you going? You don't want me to take care of this alone, do you?"

You had your head down. You couldn't understand how your boyfriend with a simple phrase could make you from extremely sad to extremely nervous; maybe a fuck was what you needed to get all those thoughts away.

Sukuna could see your desesperation, which gave him the green light to continue. He was a terrible psychologist, but when it was about your body, he was an expert.

He got up and stood behind you. You could feel his slow breathing hit your neck, warming it. With one hand he played with some of your locks while with the other one, he gently caressed your hip.

"Y/N..." he whispered again.

You could tell how desperate he was to rip your clothes off right there, but he didn't want to be so rude.

You turned around and looked at his eyes. You didn't know why, but that was enough to make you cry again. Sukuna was about to ask you, but you didn't even let him open his mouth when you put your lips against his. Surprised but not disgusted, he returned your kiss, completely forgetting about the question.

You were still crying, and it was all very strange, but you needed him to cheer you up in the best way he knew how.

You pushes Sukuna on the couch, breaking the kiss, while you stood there, staring at the noticeable bulge in his pants.

"What's wrong? Why do you stop?" he asked, holding your wrist.

"Do I seem attractive to you? I mean, do you feel like my body is okay? "

Your boyfriend looked at you, surprised to hearing such a question.

"Y/N, if I'm honest with you, the only thing I want right now is for you to sit on top of me and let me fuck you for hours. And all because of that body. Do you really think you disgust me?"

You were speechless at that response. You didn't think he was going to be, well, that honest, but now you were even more nervous.

You wanted to believe him, but something told you no, and you needed that something to shut up as soon as possible.

Sukuna gently guided you to his lap. You rested your head on his chest because it was impossible for you to see his eyes.

"Move."

But you didn't obey him.

"Y/N please, I feel like I'm going to explode if you don't move now."

"And you're not going to take off your clothes?"

He didn't answer, he just grabbed your hips and did the work for you. You let out a soft moan as soon as you felt his cold hands touching your skin, a moan that Sukuna enjoyed. He needed to hear more.

He continued moving your hips while all you could do was keep your head in his chest, feeling your pussy throb. You didn't think you could hold out like this much longer, but Sukuna seemed to enjoy watching you squirm and silently ask for him to do even more.

He wanted to hear you say it, say that you needed him. Normally at this point he would have discreetly forced you, but he was being patient since you were still bad. If it weren't for that, he would have made you have at least one orgasm by now.

"Sukuna..." you whispered between gasps.

"Hmm?" was the only thing he answered while he played with your nipples.

"Can you just?"

"Can I what?"

"Hug me. You can do it?" you asked, moaning weakly.

Your pussy was wet enough to not want a lube. You needed Sukuna to make you moan and come until you couldn't think about anything other than his cock entering and out of you roughly.

“Are you sure you just want me to do that?” he asked caressing your back and playing with the closure of your bra this time.

"Yeah..."

"You're such a hot liar, but it's alright princess. But then you will have to take care of this mess you've made down here" he smiled, wrapping you in his warm arms.

[inkykeiji]

omgomg clari about that ask of sukuna phisically hurting reader how do you think is aftercare after putting her through all that pain? if there’s any haha

ooooh anon this is SUCH a good question!! well first, i think if sukuna ‘fell in love’ with you (aka became extremely possessive and obsessive with you, utterly infatuated with you, completely addicted to you, the closest he can come to ‘true’ love) he would be unbelievably thorough with you. yes, he loves hurting you, loves the way your facial features wring up into the cutest little wince, loves the way his name splinters into the sweetest little yelps in your throat, loves the way you sob and sniffle and stutter when he screws his face into mock concern, lips jutted out in an exaggerated pout and forehead wrinkled with false worry as he coos out aw, sweetheart, did that hurt? but at the end of the day, you’re still his. you’re still his to take care of, his to fix, his to make better. and despite how sadistic and malicious he is, right down to the very marrow of his bones, right down to the gaping black pit where his soul should be, he still takes meticulously good care of his things. 

as such, he always mends those of his things that he breaks, and he does so with a rigorous sort of fastidiousness. he’s damn near methodical with it, and it would feel cold and sterile if not for his quiet murmurs as shockingly gentle fingers, claws retracted, piece you back together, patch you up, put you in the right order again. so good, baby, you’re doing so good for me, he praises, words void of their usual, characteristic tinge of patronization as he snaps those tiny, tiny bones back into place, sets them straight and secures them in a splint.  

and you, you’re so sweet, so soft, so stupidly naive, consistently lulled into some sort of inexplicable sense of safety and security and solace every single time, that it makes it that much more fun to shatter you to absolute bits again, to have you shuddering in his arms or his lap as you wail into his neck and cling to the demon that desecrates you, that destroys you, over and over and over. but it’s all okay, because you know as much as he loves to ruin you so beautifully, to smear your face with spit and sweat and tears, to leave your body mangled and stained and scarred with him—thick gouges from claws down your back and over your ass, imprints of his fangs engraved in your neck, stamps of four handprints encircling your arms and wrists and thighs—Daddy would never break you beyond repair, Daddy will always make it right again, no matter what. 

[cherrykore-owo]

Thinking thoughts of Sukuna

It feels like all you've been doing these days is fighting with your lover

Always behind closed doors and away from prying eyes

Because who would dare poke the bear when he's already ready to pounce

The King of Curses and his one weakness

There's nothing more to say..the silence is deafening in your shared chamber..neither saying a word...no sound other than the ragged breaths I desperately try to control...

Instinctively I raise my arm to shield my face from being seen...and I hear the rustling of clothes and when I lower my arm..I don't see him anywhere...

"You want me on my knees and to grovel at your feet? You don't even have to ask..."

It's shocking...so much so that I take a step backwards but he holds my hand before I can even think of taking another

His gaze bores into me as he kisses my knuckles and a strange noise escapes me...a strangled sob

"You're never there anymore 'Kuna and next thing I know all the people start taking about how there's a new lover in your life"

He looks at you before looking down at your feet ,chuckling once and the same wicked smile that reigned you in the first time catches your breath again

"If I bring you the heads of all of those who ever wronged you..will you be sure then sweetheart? How you own everything I am.."

He bows down his head

"I never break my vows and I made the most important one to you on our wedding day."

"My Queen, I am forever yours,there's never been a doubt about that and I'll be damned if you ever think so otherwise."

A surprised chuckle leaves your lips and he raises an eyebrow before standing up again, he kisses your hand again before pulling you in and makes your lose your breath again and occupies every thought in your mind

"I love you Sukuna..So much"

"Not even death can part us sweetheart..never forget that."

[tonycries]

I'm Addicted, I Admit It!

Synopsis. They’re not drunk on alcohol - no, they’re drunk on you and your pretty lil’ pússy.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, pússydrunk boys, strength differences, bréeding, màting press, desperate boys, manhandling, marking, jealousy (Nanami’s side), praise, degradation, smacking, cúmplay, dirty talk, some HEINOUS things, lowkey fluffy Sukuna, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.5k

A/N. Was originally gonna be something else but I couldn’t get it out of my head so-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Won’t stop, can’t stop

A pussydrunk Toji Fushiguro promises to break you - and is fully intent on fulfilling these promises. There’s no way he wasn’t with the way he had you folded into a mating press for the third time tonight. 

“Oh hngh- please.” you mewl, begging for- you don’t even know at this point. 

“Fuck.” he hisses into your mouth, and you flinch as his heavy balls smack your ass harder, throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls over and over-

You weren’t going to make it out alive. 

Vision blurry, drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, his cum gushing out of your overfilled pussy and spreading in a lewd little pool beneath you. You’re beyond the point of cockdrunk at this point - all you can do is sit there and take it while he keeps squeezing himself into you with reckless abandon. 

That little scar on the corner of his mouth rubs against your lips so deliciously as he grimaces in both pain and pleasure. Overstimulating you both to insanity. And fuck, Toji wasn’t even sure if he could cum against but damn if he wasn’t going to try. Just wanting to fill you up one more time- “One more, doll. Not fucking enough.”

And before you know it, your pussy is clenching around nothing. 

“Ngh- T-Toji.” Face sinking into the plush pillow as Toji flips you like a ragdoll. Not even giving you the time to register what’s happening before he’s bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt from behind. Relishing in that delirious little squeal of surprise that leaves you as he stuffs you full again.

“Shit, fucking squeezing around me so fucking deliciously, sweetheart. Look at ya.” he slurs hoarsely, voice shot. Drinking in your sobbed little, “Ah- jus’ like that. Fuck hngh- keep going-”

Both of you are barely lucid at this point, but it’s all that tiny rational part of himself can do to not fuck into your sloppy pussy like an animal while you clench and flutter around him. Kissing hotly down your spine as you desperately adjust to his massive cock.

But ah you should’ve known - should’ve gotten an inkling of realization at the way his achingly hard cock was throbbing inside your walls at a maddening little bump! bump! bump!

With an impatient little grunt, Toji wraps an arm around your waist to give your quivering cunt a soft little swat! He drinks in your cute lil’ gasp of surprise, reeling back all the way till his angry, red tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance, pushing in quick, short jabs of his hips - more to fit himself deeper inside your snug cunt than anything. 

With each harsh thrust, Toji’s pulling you back onto himself with bruising strength. Forcing you to feel every ridge and vein against all the right places as he stretches you on his cock. “Fuck, you’re incredible.” he murmurs. “Arch more f’me- yeah, that’s it. Tha’s my girl.” 

And oh how you love being thrown around by him this way. Because no more was Toji self-conscious about hurting you like he usually was. 

No, he’s pushing your back down to arch into his dick, still using and bending you however he pleases. And as he flattens his feet on the mattress, putting his body weight onto yours, it’s only a matter of time before you wonder when bones will start breaking.

But it still wasn’t enough. And he’s restless. 

Because Toji’s looping two strong arms around your legs, letting himself fall backwards onto the mattress, hips burning as he keeps fucking you like an animal. Not pausing even as you clench around him in shock. 

“Feels s’fucking heavenly.” he groans, voice raw. “Wan’ one more, sweetheart. Give me one more.” Lacing his fingers above your head to push. Down down down. So fucking filthily. 

And it burns the way he had you so shamefully spread open. At this point you can hardly believe you’re conscious let alone being able to sob out a strangled little, “Yes! Yes yes yes make me cum, Toji. Make me cum all over your cock again.” 

And he does - thumb pressing down on your poor, ravaged clit. Hard. unmoving even as you whine and buck into his touch. Torn between running away and pushing back for more more more- you cum with nothing more than pathetic little tingles that make you milk Toji’s cock desperately. Batting your lashes tearily up at him with a low, “Wan’ you to hah- c-cum insi-.”

You don’t even have to finish the sentence, before Toji’s pumping his seed into you with a strangled groan of what sounds like your name. Nothing more than hot, sticky wisps of cum that trickle down the side, too much for your poor overfilled pussy. Shooting delicate rope after rope until his cock is angry and twitching inside with nothing but blanks.

But in the haze of your high, you hear the way your boyfriend still finds it in himself to chuckle.  A dark little, “One more, sweetheart.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - His, his, his

When Nanami Kento is pussydrunk, everyone will know the day after. 

And by everyone, it’s everyone - from the apartment security guard that blushes and looks away, to your coworkers who titter when you walk in. 

Because Nanami can’t stop himself from claiming each and every inch of your pretty self. Lips searing on your skin, leaking tip dragging along your swollen folds. His precum smearing so filthily across your cunt.

“K-Kento-” you mewl, grinding your hips into his so that he would just fucking ruin you like you wanted him to. 

“Mhm?” he murmurs, nipping along the delicate skin of your neck. Tongue flattening, licking long, languid stripes down like a sort of reverence. “Tell me what you want, my love.”

And if he put an emphasis on the pet name, well, then let it be known that Nanami Kento was a composed man - but that wouldn’t mean he won’t let everyone know you’re his. Even those scrubs that can’t take a hint. 

Which is why his neat fingernails were digging deep into your hips, leaving pretty crescents in their wake. Dragging down ever-so-slightly to leave you all marked up and his. His grip on you only tightens at the pretty lil’ whines that spill from your kiss-bitten lips, “Wan’ you- hah- inside me s’bad.”

“Oh? And who does my girl want inside her pretty lil’ cunt?”

“You! You Kento- ngh-”

Well, whatever his girl wants - she will get. Because Nanami’s immediately pressing his angry, leaking tip into your sloppy pussy, groaning at the way you’re already clamping down on him so deliciously. Not stopping till you were flush against the neat tufts of blond at his base. Barely even giving you time to adjust because you’ve wanted this for so long and you’re sucking him up so well. 

“Ah! Hngh- Fuck. Yeah fuck me just like that- Kento.” you’re tightening your legs around him, letting Nanami all but use you as he thrusts in small, mindless little motions of his hips. Mouth still marking and biting your skin relentlessly. 

His lips leave your neck to whisper against yours, eyes half-lidded and boring into yours. “Love when y’say my name.”

Gasping breathlessly at the bruising grip all on your hips - your sensitive clit - your throat - just everywhere because Nanami can’t get enough of you. And you can do nothing but buck up deliriously as he speeds up his pace. Ramming his thick cock into your sloppy pussy deeper and deeper. “You’re mine, y’know that? All mine. And anyone with eyes can see that.”

Several things happen at once, you let out a strangled moan as Nanami changes his angle to hit that one spot he knew so well. Flushed tip hitting it over and over until you were sure it was bruising. As bruising at the hand kneading your ass, swiftly coming down. Hard. 

Smack!

Nanami’s large handprint sears into your skin. And through the haze, he soothes his hand over the sting. Starting to draw slow, languid circles on your swollen clit like a little apology - but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be any nicer. Not at all - in fact, before you can react, he’s touching any and every inch of skin once more, making sure to leave pretty lil’ marks for days.

And he has to fight that loud, carnal part of himself that just wants to ruin you under his hands here forever, but no - Nanami needs everyone else to see as well. See how you’re so beautifully his.

Smack! 

“So pretty f’me, my girl. All f’me.”

“Yes! Ah- yes yes yes. S’all for you, Kento oh-” you moan brokenly like a mantra. A raw little ah! ah! ah! Leaving your swollen lips each time his twitching balls smack your ass, so wet and sloppy with your slick. You’re sure they leave a mark every time his achingly hard cock bullies into your snug cunt, dipping in and out in and out in and-

“Yeah? Then you’re gonna cum f’me, too, pretty girl?”

“Yes- ah-” Hand on your clit frenzied now, hips out of control. Breath hot against your ear while he holds you down in a bruising grip. So very filthy and all his-

And then you’re cumming. Jolts of electricity sparking down your spine as you cum so hard that you grab at Nanami’s sculpted back for some - any - semblance of sanity. 

The only things on your mind being how hot and heavy he was fucking you through your high, and the sharp sting on the crook of your neck, his canines digging into your delicate skin.

“F-fuck.” he whispers, muffled in your neck. “Squeezin’ me so tight. Ngh-” hips stuttering and so sloppily still meeting yours. Still fucking rock-hard.

And through your glassy vision you manage to make out the pure pride shining in his eyes as he reads the silent question on your face. 

“Not yet, my girl. I still see some blank spots.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Quiet bully

“Mm, not hngh- stopping until you cum again f’me, pretty girl.”

When Geto is pussydrunk you barely even notice at first.

Because he’s the ever-graceful and suave Geto Suguru, even when he’s ramming into your pretty pussy with reckless abandon. Head thrown back, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead, hands bruising on your hips and pulling you to deeper into his hips as he fucks you from behind. 

The only way you do get an inkling of the fact is because he’s so mean. Geto always is in bed - but right now he’s just bullying you. Long index toying with your swollen clit, quick, maddening little motions to get you off for the nth time tonight. 

“But, Suguru!” you mewl, clawing at the sheets, “C-can’t cum again-”

“You will.” he leans down, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, low and gravelly. His abs are rubbing against your back as he keeps his unforgiving pace, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Because Geto doesn’t get drunk on just your pussy - no, he gets drunk off of all of you and how pretty you are when you’re cumming all for him. 

“C’mon, you do it f’me.” he hums, so mockingly innocent that would’ve almost believed him - if it wasn’t for the way he speeds up on your clit. Throbbing cock twitching inside you at the delicate tears streaking down your face. 

Fingers merciless on your clit, balls smacking against your skin, holding you still as he rams into you over and over-

“S-Suguru!” you let out a strangled gasp, white-hot pleasure flashing behind your eyes as you cum. And oh he loves that cute lil’ expression on your face, the tears clinging on to your lashes and the way your slutty cunt flutters so filthily around him.

You’re lucky you’re turned away from him, because you don’t see the cruel little smile that curls his lips or the excitement flashing in his darkened eyes. Though, maybe it would’ve better prepared you for when he huffs out a fucked-out, “Tha’s my girl. One more- Hngh- one more.”

Your eyes snap open, a broken little sob leaving you because fuck you weren’t going to make it out alive, Geto was going to absolutely ravage you till you’re ruined-

“O-one more.” Geto groans like a mantra. Flattening his feet on the bed to ram into you at a different angle - one he knew would hit you at that one spot that had you gasping and grinding deeper into his throbbing cock. “One more f-fuck, give me one more-”

If you were in a better state of mind maybe you’d have noticed how fucking sloppy and mean Geto was slamming his cock into your snug pussy. And how his sadistic little hums were becoming more and more strained, turning into broken grunts like he was begging you. Begging himself. Still fucking you like an animal, bodyweight pushing yours down, you crushed underneath him. Trying to milk that last, sweet little orgasm out of you.

“Cum f’me once more, my girl.”

And nothing more has to be said before you’re cumming. Again. Eyes scrunching shut in pain and pleasure as you grab at the headboard for some semblance of stability. 

Honestly, you don’t even have to, because Geto’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his heated body. Grunting as your cunt desperately tries to milk him for all he’s worth. Brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. But Geto can’t - won’t right now. Not yet. 

Instead he’s reeling his hips back again, until his angry, red tip was just kissing your sloppy hole. Running on just your cute lil’ whines and the way you were clamping down so deliciously around him. Thrusting in frantic, shallow grinds for now because he was feeling so generous as to ease you into it.

“Suguru! Ah- not again-” you squeal, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. But whatever plea that comes next gets stuck in your throat as your loving boyfriend utters words that have your cunt clenching exhaustively in anticipation. 

“Now the real fun starts.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please, baby. Please.”

For Choso, it’s hard to not get drunk off of your pretty lil’ cunt. And he gets so whiny and needy when he does. Barely even squeezing his throbbing cock through the first ring of muscle before he thinks he might just see the pearly gates of heaven - and you were an angel. 

You’re just so warm and sloppy on top of him, slick dripping down to his twitching balls, swallowing him up so deliciously. 

“Ah! Ngh- s-slow down-” you whine, head spinning at the pure stretch of him stuffing you full. His twitching balls were pressed against your ass, veins grazing against your plushy walls, pulsing in a maddening thump! thump! thump! that you can feel in your throat. “S’too big, Cho. I don’t think I can-” 

“No!” he gasps into your skin, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently. “Need it s’bad. Need you so bad- Fuck, I can’t stop-” 

Hips moving mindlessly, fucking up in tiny, shallow little thrusts to bully himself inside you. Not even fully inside you, but he was already so out of control. 

The mattress is creaking deafeningly, a lewd little staccato with the squelches from down below. “Choso-” you whimper, torn between clamping down on his swollen cock to suck him up more desperately and running away. 

“Oh- oh baby, f-fuck. Squeezing m’so tight.” he’s groaning into the crook of your neck, strong arms wrapped so tight around your waist that it almost hurt. “Hngh- Don’t think you can run away from me.” And Choso couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to - barely even giving you time to adjust before he’s milking himself on your dripping cunt. 

Cute lil’ whines leaving your swollen lips each time he rams himself inside deeper and deeper, you were just gushing around him. Pretty pussy taking him so readily despite your protests. “Need this so hngh- fucking badly. Need this need this need this-”

“F-fuck, Cho- Yes, give it t’me.”

Ah, his head was spinning. The only thoughts running through his mind being how sloppy you were, so wet and squeezing him so perfectly - his pretty girl was taking him so well. 

Blindly, Choso shifts onto his forearms, head craning to graze his lips along the seam of your mouth . Mind too hazy to kiss you properly like he wanted to - but it’s fine, he’ll kiss you silly after this. Fuck, he muses, balls squeezing painfully, just as soon as he cums. 

And you can do nothing more than take it as he chokes out low little moans of your name. Head spinning because his cock was so big and he wasn’t stopping - just wanting to fuck your tight pussy until he-

“Ngh- c-can’t fucking take it anymore, baby. Need to fucking cum.” he grunts, tearing springing to his eyes, sounding like he’s losing a bit of his sanity every time his heavy balls smack your ass. And he needed you to, too - ringed fingers snaking down to draw harsh, frenzied little patterns on your swollen clit. Not even circles because shit Choso doesn’t have the time for that - just wanting to have you gasping and seeing stars as soon as possible. 

“Cho, m’c-close. Ah! Ngh, m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum-” you keen, hips bucking up wildly for more more more- And oh it’s like Choso’s favorite song, because his throbbing cock is twitching inside you so deliciously, thrusts sloppy and unfocused, thumb aching with how fast it was on your clit. 

“Me too, baby. Hngh- m-me too.” he gasps into your open mouth, movements only getting faster and faster and-

And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes, and Choso’s hips stuttering - so desperate, so filthy as he shoots thick, hot spurts of cum into your snug cunt. Fucking his seed deeper and deeper into you mindlessly. 

And he can’t stop - he won’t. But you absolutely love it. Because you’ve barely blinked the haze from your eyes before he’s pulling away ever-so-slightly, a hand pushing away the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Breaths ragged, voice hoarse. 

“Not enough, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Sober thoughts

They say drunk minds speak sober thoughts, and oh how Sukuna wishes that wasn’t the case when he’s fucking you dumb. How he wishes he could stop the strained little grunts that escape him each time his heavy balls smack your ass. 

“Kuna- Ngh- s’too much, c-can’t anymore-”

How he wishes he wasn’t drunk off your cute lil’ whines, and that fucked-out expression on your face as he rams his cock into your pretty pussy. Plunging into your heavenly cunt again and again and- It was too fucking much for him. 

Because it makes him wish he didn’t lean down, whispering softly in your ear, “You can do it, angel. Hah- I I know you will. Hngh- That pretty cunt is made f’me, always taking me so good-”

Ah, you clench so obscenely around his thick cock, shivers running down your spine. Milking him so obscenely as his weeping tip hits your poor cervix over and over. 

“W-wha-?” you blink tearily at him, voice shot. Trying to grasp reality because usually, Sukuna would usually tell you to shut up and fucking take it like the good lil’ slut you are. And if you were in a better state of mind you’d almost be embarrassed at the way he holds such power over you, just a few words of praise and you’re already turning into his personal plaything. 

He huffs out in frustration, leaning down to lick a long, lazy stripe up your cheek, gathering the big fat tears rolling down it on his tongue. And you can’t even think of bringing yourself to be disgusted, because this is Sukuna and he’s always so filthy and mean. 

Except right now, being mean is the last thing on his mind. Murmuring out a strained little “Don’t act so surprised. You know you always milk my cock so well.” drinking in your cute little whimpers. “Shit- like yer trynna suck the s-soul out of me. Never met someone so fucking perfect f’me-”

He thinks he could almost cum right here right now when he sees you snaking down a hand to play with your swollen clit. “But Kuna~” Such an adorable pout appearing on your face when he gently smacks that hand away. Sukuna just wants to kiss it off your swollen lips.

And he does - licking hotly at the seam of your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip while you keen into his. It’s messy - all teeth and spit and adoration. 

Because you might not see it with your eyes half-lidded from the ecstasy, but Sukuna is looking at you with such nauseating heart-eyes. Ones he’d vehemently deny later, of course. But for now he settles for groping a hand down your pretty body, one, long finger rubbing unhurried little circles on your throbbing, achy clit. 

“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head.”

So different from his unforgiving cock. All push and pull as he fucks you like his sextoy, but kisses you like his God. 

“Ah! Jus’ like that, feels so f-fucking good-” you’re a teary, whimpering mess underneath him. 

“Mhm? Feels s’good, huh?” he groans gutturally. Letting you buck wildly underneath him because shit you look so pretty being all desperate and needy for him. “Squeezin’ me s’tight. Fucking heavenly you are, you’re gonna pay for it if I cum early, angel.”

Your eyes snap open at his delirious confession and the way he seems well and fully intent on breaking you - and talking you nicely through it. It was making your head spin, especially at the way Sukuna get more and more out of control, all sloppy movements and even sloppier words. Slurring out little praises while he stuffed your ravaged cunt faster. Deeper. Pure, carnal need where he usually toyed with you so cruelly. Closer and-

“Cum for me, angel.”

You think you cum at the first word out of his mouth, because you’re seeing stars behind your eyes before Sukuna even finishes the sentence. And he’s not far behind - giving you one, final harsh thrust before filling you up in thick ropes of cum. It gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy as he keeps fucking into you like some animal. Letting out little mutters of how fucking beautiful you were and how heavenly your cunt is and-

And, well, by the time he’s collapsing into your ready arms, Sukuna might not be so pussydrunk anymore. But by God it doesn’t stop the way he nuzzles your hair softly. 

Pulling your sweaty body close to his, so fucked-out and exhausted. So fucking debauched with the way his cum gushes out of you. Hot and sticky, seeping into the sheets and pooling in the nonexistent space between you two. 

So very, very his. 

♡ GOJO SATORU - Shut up!

Gojo Satoru doesn’t shut up - not even when he’s stuffing his cock into your pretty pussy, and especially not when he’s drunk off of the heavenly feeling. Off the sight of you - all swollen lips fallen into a soft oh!, eyes glassy and miles away, so debauched and pretty underneath him - he just has to let you know.

“Look at you. Fucking perfect. Gonna fuck you till I can’t anymore.” he murmurs wetly. “Gonna make it feel so good f’you. Gonna have y’milk my cock until there’s nothing to milk.”

And Gojo swears he isn’t pussydrunk - but the way he’s babbling into your tits says otherwise. Looking up at you through his long lashes with dazed, hooded eyes, words muffled around your tit but still he keeps running his mouth. 

“Hngh- S’fucking tight and hot around me.” he murmurs, hips snapping to meet yours, milking himself mindlessly on your snug cunt. So hard that it almost hurt at the sting of skin-on-skin. “God, could stay like this f-forever.”

He was getting so loud now. Mixing with the sloppy squelches from below.

“You could, too, huh? Drunk on my cock enough to? Y’look like it-”

That makes your cheeks heat up. “Satoru-” You scramble to hastily cover Gojo’s mouth, stopping that sweet sweet voice from saying the most filthy things. You can feel his smug little grin underneath your fingertips, and you almost know what’s coming- before he licks a long, amused stripe up your palm.

Snatching your hand back, you sigh - as best you could when your boyfriend was ramming his thick cock inside you - “Satoru! What did I say about-”

“But you make it so easy, sweetheart.” he whines, hands roaming all over your body. Gripping and kneading every inch of skin he could reach before resting at your swollen clit. Pooling your sweet juices on his fingertips, drawing featherlight circles around the nub like he was trying to convince you. “Don’t lie. Y’like this big mouth. Love it even.”

Unlike Gojo - it’s hard to get your words out when he’s bullying his cock into your dripping cunt. Ramming into you over and over-

“Admit it. Don’t you love it? Love hearing me talk fucking filthy to you like this?” His words were coming out fast now, mixing with your cute whines and the heady air of the room. Each one punctuated by a brutal, harsh into your dripping cunt. 

Fingers working magic on your sensitive clit while his cock ravages you below. And the great Gojo Satoru does not give a fuck about your hushed whispers about how your neighbours are home or how “this is the fifth time they’ve complained.”

Because his girl’s pretty lil’ cunt is fucking perfect and he needs you to know.

Gojo presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. Thrusts growing more and more careless. Losing his sanity with each stroke - with each word that comes out of his mouth. “I know you like it.” he groans, “I can see it in your eyes, n’ the way this slutty lil’ pussy squeezes me so fucking tight.”

Dragging - not pushing - you both closer to the edge. Frantic now, syllables slurring together and Gojo’s hips stuttering into yours. Drunk off of you and your cunt and the way he can’t stop talking and talking and-

“Yes,” your words were a barely audible whisper - but Gojo hears. Of course, he does. “I love it. Fucking love it, Toru.”

And then he’s cumming - and cumming so hard that Gojo thinks he’ll never be able to stop. Not, that he’d ever want to.

Because Gojo keeps pumping the thick, hot spurts of cum oozing out of him into your sloppy pussy. And shit you look so pretty underneath him, his seed dribbling down your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as you cream around his cock. And, of course, he has to let you know - babbling about how cute you were milking his cock and how warm and wet.

And Gojo’s still running his mouth as he pulls out, over your disappointed little mewl. All the way down till he’s swiftly centered between your open legs. Breath fanning your cunt, a devilish grin curling his lips.

“Time to help you remember exactly how much you love this big mouth.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[demon-blood-youths]

The Misadventures of the Pheonix and Chimera Sorcerers. Part 6 - Return of Wilson

Hi everyone. This is part 6. This is for my rper parnter; @the-silver-peahen-residence. This drabble came about after having fun on IM chat from the aftermath of part 5 between me and Peahen-mun. Some of the dialogue from Peahen's canon muses is hers and I want to credit her for it.

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---- Warning ---

More hilarity.

This is a long drabble!!

Incorrect gammar.

----- Summary -----

After an almost disastrous mission of retrieving one of Sukuna's fingers, Daichi is still grieving the death of an innocent and blames himself much to Megumi's dismay. So Megumi and his friends plan a way to cheer him up. However...during the weekend, things get a little bizarre. How would Megumi deal with this?

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The weekend is here and there are no missions giving the first-year students a lot of free time. However, one is not happy for the weekend. The sound of sobs and crying is heard from the room.

A knock on the door is heard before opening.

"Uh...Kisho. You're good?" Yuji Itadori comes in as the person in question; Kisho Hashimoto aka Daichi Pheon-X is on his bed, face on the pillow while Eito is on his back chirping, comforting him. Followed by Yuji, there's Megumi, Nobara, and Taz.

"Nnnnnn-" A response of a muffled sound is heard from Kisho.

"What?" Yuji said.

"NO!" Kisho sniffled, lifting his head. "I'm not! I can't get over it!"

"Uhhhh..." Yuji tries to rack his brain while Sukuna groans, rolling his eyes at this. "Is it about the Wilson the Goat?" Yuji asked.

Upon hearing this, Megumi groans mentally.

"Yes...." Kisho sniffled. "Rest in Peace...Wilson." Kisho sniffled. Megumi sighs, "Kisho...serious-" But Nobara cuts in, "Just let him be. He needs a minute."

"Over a goat????" Megumi asked incredulously.

Kisho snaps, "It's not just a goat, MEGUMI! He is a HERO! HE SAVED MY LIFE! That's like telling John Wick that it's a just a dog after killing everyone over it! Are you going to tell John Wick about it?!"

Taz blinks while Kinie snickers. This is entertaining. Kinie never thought a goat ate one of King's fingers and things happened from there. Taz was told about this after asking Gojo-sensei of who Wilson is. After hearing the details, Taz gets it and feels bad. For Kisho. For Sukuna. and For Wilson.

I mean...Gojo-sensei told me that he was running from a curse user and he got attacked from behind, dropping the case. I mean...it wasn't Kisho's fault. He tried his best. Taz thought while Kinie snickered. 'Still...it's so pitiful.'

"It's okay, Daichi. Think of it this way. Wilson went to goat heaven." Taz said, cheering him up. Kisho snffiles and nods, "Yes! As a hero, he went to goat heaven. He's a good friend." He said.

Megumi twitched an eye, "Kisho...you only met that damn goat for FIVE minutes!"

"A very good friend!" Kisho reiterated.

"FIVE MINUTES!" Megumi yelled.

"Five minutes is enough to know a person, okay?!" Kisho retorted, slamming his fists on the bed, making Nobara facepalm. Sukuna groans in Yuji's head, ' I really wanna smack some sense into him again. It's his fault that the damn goat ate my finger in the first place.'

Yuji sighs, 'But he got it back, Sukuna. Though...in a messy way.' He sweatdropped, remembering the smoky remains of Wilson the Goat when Kisho in Daichi mode using his curse technique,. Yeah, no doubt that will scar Kisho for life. However...the King of Curses isn't too sympathetic to Chunbiyo sorcerer's plight. 'AND HE'S FUCKING CRYING ABOUT THAT! IT'S JUST A FUCKING DAMN DIRTY GOAT!'

Yuji sighed, knowing Sukuna is still sore about Wilson eating his finger but still.

In all fairness, Kisho was chased by one of the curse users and he managed to outdo most of them except for one. He remembers seeing the injury that he sustained on the back. e was attacked from behind and fell into the goat enclosure. That's gotta hurt. But nothing hurts more than taking a life of someone.

'Someone?!' Sukuna repeated.

So Yuji can't blame Kisho and how he's feeling. He took it way too hard. Although hearing Sukuna panic about a goat eating his finger is kinda funny.

'HEY!' Sukuna yelled.

Kisho is still grieving as he explains, "And that same goat saved me from a curse suer! How would you feel if someone said your shikigami is just a dog, Megumi?" Kisho said.

"He has a point, Fushiguro." Nobara said with Yuji nodded, "Especially John Wick thing. Animals are innocent!"

"SO LET ME GRIEVE DAMNIT!" Kisho yelled. Rolling his eyes, Megumi is not dealing with this today.

Megumi groans, "Look-you know what? Fine. Just tell us when you feel better." He leaves, ushering the others to leave as Megumi is about to close the door. Kisho then says,

"AND TELL SUKUNA, HE SUCKS!"

Upon hearing that, Sukuna twitched an eye and summons a mouth on Yuji's cheek, "THE HELL YOU SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE FUCKING PUNK!?"

Oh boy. Yuji widen his eyes but the next words that the four didn't expect from Kisho was this. He got up and yelled at Sukuna.

He yelled at him.

YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID! YOU SUCK! WHAT IDIOT SEPERATES HIMSELF IN 20 FINGERS?! YOU COULD OF MADE A FREAKING CULT AND GO WITH IT! SO SCREW YOU!" Kisho yelled before shutting the door close angrily.

Wow. Nobody expected Kisho to tell Sukuna off of all people. He was that mad. Sukuna is flabbergasted as he cannot believe that this brat has the audacity to tell him off. "I'm going to strangle that little-"

"Just drop it already Sukuna, please! You're not going to get through to him so just let him be alone.... "Megumi tells him, making the King of Curses grumbled. Kinie is amused by this. 'That is the first time he mouth off to you...' She tells him.

Sukuna sighs. 'Honest that's true princess that's a first...but...over a damn animal.' Unbelievable.

Yuji sighs. 'Just cut him some slack, Sukuna' He tells him while Sukuna tsked.

"I can see where Kisho is coming from." Taz begins and tells her friends, "Kisho feels bad because he blames himself for letting it happen. I mean if the goat saved him then he really feels bad. Because it's not the goat...it's the people that cared for the goat and the people Wilson left behind." Taz said.

Such profound words made Nobara and Yuji think. Megumi is not argue there.

"That's a good point." Nobara said. Yuji nods while Megumi sighs. Then Yuji has an idea, "How about this? Let's cheer Kisho up! I mean...he can't stay there all day. Maybe a movie can help."

"Can that work?" Nobara asked. Taz nods. "It's the least we can do! Kisho did everything as Daichi and he did well on his missions from Gojo-sensei said so far. It's just this one mission that made him so down."

Megumi made a face but he can't refute what his friends said. True. Even though....the previous missions were...solved in a Daichi or rather chunibyo fashion. He remembers when half of the house got blown up, or when Daichi threw panties and bras at a perverted curse spirit, and when Daichi defeated a curse user like Rioto and got him enroll at Kyoto High so Rioto can become a better person.

Despite the ridiculousness of all, Kisho proved himself as a sorcerer in his own way. Kisho being Daichi is something else. Megumi wonders what would happen if Kisho not being Daichi fare on a mission.

"Alright...let's do it." Megumi said, surprising everyone. "You're not wrong. Kisho as Daichi did well given...his way of doing things."

"Like when he threw pan-" But Yuji was cut off when Megumi gave him a look. "That and amongst other things," Megumi added.

"Like when he beat his so-called rival," Nobara asked.

"Yes."

"And even the part where he blew half of a house to exorcise a speedy cursed spirit that is hard to beat," Taz asked.

"That too," Megumi said. "Daichi did try to secure the case despite the finger not being there. I made the same mistake. So I said let's get him some food and find a movie that's best." He said.

Yuji and Taz looks at each other and smile. "Okay! Let's do it." The two ran off making Nobara chuckled and shake her head. "Hey! Wait up!"

Megumi slumps his shoulders but shrugs. Well...today is going to be fine.

Hours later, the gang return to Jujutsu High with some snacks and food. Taz brought things from the bakery, Yuji brought some chicken, Nobara brought some drinks and Megumi got some snacks and other beverages along with some shopping bags. They already agreed on what movie they're going to see.

As they return to the campus, Yuji talks with Nobara, "Jeez! How many do you plan to buy, Kugisaki?! You know we buying stuff for Kisho, right?"

"Huh?! Of course, I am thinking about him, you idiot! I'm going to help Kisho with some fashion sense!" Nobara said. This made Megumi sigh, shaking his head while Taz giggles.

"I hope Kisho hopes cookies and machta cakes! They're the best!"

"They sure are, Taz." Megumi smiles. "I think Kisho will appericate it-"

"Baaaaaaaaa~"

Everyone froze as they halted their return to the dorms. What was that?

"Baaaa.."

What the fuck was that?! Sukuna said in Yuji's head. Taz became startled as Kinie is up, hearing this. "What was that?!" Nobara freezes, "I don't know."

"That sounds like a goat...." Yuji said. Taz blinks, "We have a goat on the school?!"

The school became foggy as the four saw a shadow. A shadow on four legs has horns and glowing eyes. A familiar being.

Megumi muttered somethung under his breath, "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me..." This can't be happening, damn it!

"No way did he come back as a spirit?" Nobara said. "Is he going to haunt the school!??" She said as Yuji got Taz behind him right away. Taz is also scared. Right now, the three are watching this as the goat stood still.

Sukuna can't believe this, twitching an eye at this.

And then.

"MAAAAAA~" This got the three into a panick.

"RUN!" Nobara, Yuji and Taz shouted, running away as the goat bleats so loudly. Megumi had to run too, running after his friends, "Damn it all!"

Right away, they went to the boys' dormitory and knocks rapidly on Kisho's door. "KISHO! OPEN UP!" Yuji yelled. Then the other opens the door and sees Kisho eating ice cream. Eating his feelings; of course.

"What? What's wrong?"

Nobara and Yuji are slowly pointing to the left, outside and says, "G..g.....g..goat...goat ghos..ghost..." They trembled while Megumi is saying nothing.

"What?"

"A ghost goat!" Nobara and Yuji shouted.

"A what now? Guys...are you messing with me?" Kisho frowns. Taz shakes her head, "We're not." She cried. Then he hears a bleat outside followed by a name. "BAaaaa! Daichi!"

The five paused. Nobara looks shocked, "What the?" Megumi is speechless that a ghost goat just spoke. Sukuna got up from skull pile and went "What the hell." Yuji is surprised to hear and goes to drag Kisho out of the room. "Told you! He really said something!"

As Yuji got Kisho outside, the school is foggy. The weather states there's a mist but it's more creepy when you have a ghost goat. Then the sounds of hooves clink against the ground, the teens watched something approaching. A goat. A goat that Kisho knows too well.

"Wilson?"

"Baaaa! Daichi, it is I....Wilson."

What in the actual fuck. Sukuna can't believe what he's seeing. Even Kinie is surprised.

Daichi...I am here to say thank you..baa. I am so glad to meet you! Baaaaaaa

"Wilson?" Kisho said.

"it is me...baaa..even if it's one moment. The pets you gave me made me haaappy."

This cannot be happening! How did a goat come as a spirit?!' Megumi thought. This surprised everyone and made everyone widen their eyes. Yuji, Taz, and Nobara are listening. Kisho already broke down, "Wilson! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I let you down! I killed you because you were possessed." Kisho cried.

Wilson shakes his head, "Don't feel baaad. I already live a long life. I am so glad to meet you before I die. Baaah."

Kisho sniffled, "Wilson."

Already, tears are falling. Yuji, Nobara and Taz are sniffling. Megumi sees this and is now...well he doesn't know what to think. "......"

Sukuna can't resist rolling his eyes. Oh brother.

'Don't ruin this moment!' Yuji said so Sukuna didn't say anything.

"Thank you, Wilson! I really sorry! You saved my life and all I did I took your life after my mistake." Kisho sobbed. Taz passes napkins to Nobara and Yuji who are wiping their tears away much to Megumi's disbelief.

"Baaa....it's fine. That finger tastes like trash...."

This little....they are not meant for feed! Sukuna thought. Kisho nods, "Does that mean you are going to heaven now? Goat heaven." And Taz is crying, blowing her nose out. But the next words that stop the crying as what Wilson says bewilders everyone....

"Naaaaaah...I am going to stay here for awhile." Wilson replied. A record that sang a sad melody for a good euogly has been scratched.

Wait...WHAT??!

Sukuna can't believe what he's hearing, he even forms a mouth on Yuji's cheek. "WHAT!? LIKE HELL YOU ARE YOU-" But Yuji tries to calm him down, "Easy Sukuna."

Nobara steps forward, "Soooo this means your going to be hunting the school now?" She asked, sweatdropping. Megumi's thoughts as he sighs, 'Nope, nope, no, no. This isn't happening...'

Kisho then asks, "Really? You want to stay here?" Wilson bleats happily, "Yes...baa...I like it here!"

Now Taz is curious, looking at her friends, "Does that mean we get to keep him?!" She asked, looking excited now. Kinie sighs, "Oh gods no.."

Of course, Megumi crosses his arms and gave his disapproval, "No. We are NOT keeping him as a pet!"

"Why not?!" Kisho cried. Nobara then says, ":This would be something crazy.." To which Yuji nods, "Yeah."

Like Megumi, Sukuna voiced his disapproval as well, "I will fucking kill this damn goat. No way in hell we can let him stay here!"

But nobody is prepared for what Wilson said to the King of Curses,

"Shut the fuck up, Sukuna."

Duh-duh.

Everyone went jaw-slacked in shock with wide eyes to the size of saucers including Sukuna and Kinie. And right away, their vessels can sense their inner cursed spirits fuming now. Kinie pops out from Taz's head in quoll, "How dare are you address the King?!"

But Wilson the Goat didn't stop there. Oh no.

"Your finger tastes like ass like a bad chicken fry. Kiss my baaa ass!!"

Nobody.

Nobody has the guts to say 'shut the fuck up' to Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses like that. Even Sukuna can't believe the vulgar words that come out of this goat's mouth and the attitude of this livestock who ate his finger and came back as a spirit. How dare he insult him like that?! Who does this fucking goat think he is?!"THE HELL DID YOU-" Sukuna is now furious.

"Sukuna? Wait, just calm down-" Yuji yelled.

"BRAT, SWITCH!" Sukuna commanded.

"NO WAY!" Yuji shotued.

"DID I STUTTER?!" Sukuna then forces the switch as he takes over Yuji's body. "I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU AGAIN YOU DAMN LITTLE BEAST!!!" He has fire in his hands to which Nobara tries to calm him down, "Sukuna, calm down!"

"NO!" Sukuna yelled. Kinie then sends out a kinfolk to kill this goat, "I will handle this disgusting livestock!" Much to Taz's fears, "Kinie, no, stop!"

But Wilson did something that shocked everyone. Wilson opens his mouth and his mouth grows disturbingly large, then gobbles up the kinfolk in one bite.

Gobble a spirit up in ONE bite.

Kinie is appalled and in horror. "Did...you....ate my KINFOLK?! You b-beast?!" Taz is now taken aback, "Wilson eats curses." Wilson bleats making everyone tense.

"Awwww..." Kisho said, clasping his hands and admiring what Wilson did. Everyone turns at him in disbelief and horror, wondering if Kisho went insane. "AWWWW?!"

Then the dark Phoenix sorcerer decided, "Okay! No more senseless killing! I had enough killing, and I am not going to kill again!"

Sukuna is now pissed off and growls. "This son of a-" But Megumi steps in, "Calm down already! I think he has proven his point" Sukuna swirled his head at Fushiguro, "You can't be serious!"

"I AM!" Megumi said, firmly. Sukuna goes to consult Kinie as she can't believe what she saw, trying to process this, "Don't worry princess I'll get that thing for such an insult!" Sukuna assures her. Megumi shakes his head, "Sukuna, just drop it."

"So what are we going to do now?!" Nobara asked. Kisho answers, "Look. Can we just let Wilson live here?! I mean...he forgive us! Also he can eat curses! He could be an ally!"

"No!" Sukuna and Megumi said in unison. Nobara replies, "Ehhh, maybe he can be a big help in the future maybe?"

Yuji is in agreement as he wants to switch back. 'Or at least something of a support friend to help us out.'

"Come on Megumi. Please! I want to make it up to Wilson and the mission! I can take care of him!! I swear. Pleeaseeee?!" Kisho is now begging. Taz wants to help out in looking after Wilson because animals are cute!

"Wait you thinking of having him as a pet-" Megumi begs but Sukuna cuts him off, "No way in hell!"

"I wanna help out!" Nobara had her hand raise.

'I do too.' Yuji said.

'Shut it, brat!' Sukuna retorted. So Kisho tries to baragin, "Okay yeah! I want him as a pet! Also! I can make it up to Kinie and Sukuna if that helps."

Kinie growls, "How exactly are you going to make it to me?! He ate my kinfolk and insulted my King!!" Then she points out, "Also why need a goat if you have a turkey?!" Kinie referred to Eito. Eito squawked as he is offended by this. Kisho retorts, "Eito is not a turkey! He's a pheonix!"

Megumi groans, "Kisho, I know you wanna make up for this but I don't know how you-"

"Ha! How about I skin that damn goat alive and burn the turkey!" Sukuna points at Eito and Wilson. Both spirits bleat and squawk at the ancient cursed spirits. Eito is squawking angrily at Sukuna to which Curse King responses, "I seriously will skin you too you fucking bird!!"

But Nobara pouts, "But Eito is adorable-

"DON'T GIVE A SHIT IT HE'S CUTE TO YOU! I'M STILL GOING TO SKIN HIM ALIVE!!"

So Taz provides a solution, "Guys....how about we ask Gojo-sensei about this? And see what he says???" That sounds like a good idea. Megumi sighs, "We can Taz and see what he says."

At the same time, Eito goes to Nobara, like being praised as cute. He nuzzles against her cheek. "Awwww..." Nobara smiled before nuzzling back. Sukuna sees this and growls. Yuji wants to switch back so he did.

"Just come on!" Megumi said, annoyed. Yuji thought, '*I wonder how he is going to take this....' Knowing Gojo-sensei, he knows what to do!

------- Minutes later at the teachers' lounge -------

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Yuji sighs mentally with an expressionless face almost matching Fushiguro's as Gojo-sensei is laughing his ass off, rolling on the ground with tears streaming down. This irks Sukuna and Kinie. It was so bad that Gojo unwittingly activated infinity, now levitating and laughing in the air, he even did spins in the air.

Kinie frowns as she almost pops a vein. Kisho had to whispered to Nobara and Megumi "Is this a good thing or..."

Kinie shouted from Taz's head, "STOP LAUGHING! THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER!" This made the petite girl winced. Nobara and Megumi don't know how to respond to that.

Taz whispered to the gang, "I think he's laughing that a goat came back as a ghost or the fact that Wilson ate one of Kinie's kinfolk."

Megumi sweatdrops, "Or it's both or more."

"Probably both..." Then a mouth forms on Yuji's cheek and shouts, "DAMN IT STOP LAUGHING, SIX EYES!!" Sukuna shouted angrily. Finally, after 2 minutes of laughter.

"Oh god..." Gojo snorted, trying to catch his breath,"S..sorry sorry it's just funny. It's hard not to laugh....." He said. "You're telling the goat that ate one of Sukuna's fingers which forced Daichi to exorcise came back as a spirit and wants to stay here. Oh! And he ate one of Kinie Ger's shikigami. Is that what I'm hearing."

"Right." Taz said.

"Uh-huh." Kisho nods. Gojo chuckels, "Okay..okay..okay. That's really funny." So the question was...

"So Sensei, can we keep Wilson?" Kisho getting straight to the point. And of course, Gojo-sensei answers, "Yes, oh yes, we can."

"NO!" Sukuna yelled. God! Why did they came to Six Eyes for an answer! Of course, he's going to say yes! Godamnit.

"Buuuutt...we gotta explain to the principal first!" Gojo-sensei snickered.

------ More five minutes later -----

Just why? Why? For the love of....

Principal Yagi had to rub his temples as he heard the situation. A spirit got the school on lockdown. Never he thought. A goat. No. A ghost goat is the one responsible. So Gojo explains it. Yagi had to look at Kisho right now.

He heard about the boy's exploits. Before meeting him, he is a boy aka Daichi Pheon-X, a naive sorcerer who has no idea what he's doing despite his cursed technique. Although the student is serious about his studies, he even helps out two girls in dealing with cursed spirits, especially one in peculiar; Miko Yotsuya. Even if he taught her for a while without anyone's knowledge. The boy means well. The things he done...were....eccentric and completed his missions with little incident. Well except for blowing half of the house when exorcising a curse but there were other things.

On one mission, there was a report where he threw women undergarments where in Megumi's writing that Daichi or rather Kisho made an educated guess that most cursed spirits are perverts and took advantage of the spirit's deepest regret and desires. It's either Gojo's influence rubbing off or this is another Gojo in the making. He also defeated a former curse user, Rioto and vouch for him in going to Kyoto school since he hasn't killed anyone.

"So let me get this straight. A ghost goat came-"

"His name is Wilson." Kisho said.

"Right, a goat named Wilson." Yagi begins, "This is the goat that ate one of Sukuna fingers which you have to exorcise, correct, Kisho?"

"Yes sir."

"The same goat came back as a spirit and wants to haunt our school? The same goat that ate one of the shikigami belonged to Kinie Ger." Yagi asked.

"Yes." Taz confirmed.

"And you want to keep him?"?? Yagi asked. Yuji, Nobara, Taz, and Kisho nodded except for Fushiguro who disapproved of it. Yagi sighs, "I see. I can understand why because he eats cursed spirits and you felt responsible for Wilson, Kisho. However...if a being like that came back as a spirit then it is prone to cursed energy. Meaning it will become corrupt."

"Like a Hollow?" Taz asked.

"Not quite, Taz. A cursed spirit. A dangerous one at that." Yagi said. "The only thing to do is store the spirit into a cursed doll or have it become a shikigami to have Willson properly as an ally." He said while the goat is eating something. Is that grass?

"A shikigami, huh?" Kisho thinks really deeply and he glances at Megumi, "Then how about..."

"No." Megumi answered with a scowl.

"What the heck, Fushiguro! I didn't finish!" Kisho bawked.

"I know what you're going to say, Kisho. You want me to have the goat as my shikigami?" Megumi frowned.

"Why not?!" Kisho said.

"Because my cursed technique is Ten Shadows Technique, I can only summon ten shinigami using shadows as my medium."

"But didn't you lost one or two?" Nobara said.

"I did. But...."

"So why not fill the empty slots?" Kisho said.

"That's not how it works, Kisho." Megumi said.

"Why stop at ten?" Kisho questioned. "Why not more? Like eleven or twelve?!" Kisho points out. " Just because it's called Ten Shadows Technique doesn't mean you have to be stuck with the name!"

That's actually a good point. Yuji and Nobara are wondering about it. Gojo hums as that was never brought up. Why only ten?

Megumi frowns, "You know it's an inherited technique, right, Kisho? Ten is the limit for sorcerers with that technique."

"Yeah. But there are no rules that it has to stay like that! You gotta go Plus Ultra!" Kisho replied.

"Wrong school, dumbass." Megumi retorted.

"For once, I have to agree with Kisho here." Gojo hummed.

"Yeah! Megumi! You're like a Pokemon Trainer! You can fill the slots." Kisho which got Yuji and Nobara almost tripped, they snorted making Megumi twitch an eye. Gojo tries not so hard not to laugh. He already hurts his side from laughter so much. Yagi just sighs.

"Remind me to hit you again after this." Megumi said to Kisho. Yagi sighs, "Very well, then I will make a cursed doll for Wilson to go inside."

"Baaaa~!" The goat bleatly.

"Seems we have a new guest with us now!" Gojo smiled.

Then the cursed spirits; Kinie and Sukuna want to have their say. Sukuna went first, "Why though?! that fucking little-" But Gojo cuts him off, "Oh come on, it's fine! Besides it might get you and Kinie a few laughs!"

Sukuan growls, "I rather burn that damn goat!!!" Megumi had to pinch the bridge of his nose. Just great. Great!

Then Kinie adds, "If he's staying, the King and I demand compensation for the insults!" She said. Making Kisho to speak up, "How about this! I make sure to make it up to you two! Just name your price!"

This got everyone to pause. Right now, Kisho is excited for Wilson to stay here but he's scared of Sukuna and Kinie right now. Kinie quickly says, "Fine! I want-" But Kisho cuts her off, "BUT! It doesn't involve Eito and Wilson!"

Kinie clicked her tongue. "Fine! I want a cursed spirit, not the weak ones that is 4 or 3. A strong one to replace one of my kinfolk."

"Deal!" Kisho then looks to Sukuna, "Sukuna?"

"I want to skin the damn turkey," Sukuna said. Eito squawked.

"Sukuna..." Megumi warned. Sukuna tsked, "I don't want anything from him. I have my princess so I'll spend time with her and see that she's happy again after what happened..."

Fair enough. "Alright then, I make sure to make Kinie happy with a new kinfolk." He said. Sukuna went back into his inante, his mouth disappeared on Yuji's cheek. Kisho slumps his shoulders, hearing this. A sigh of relief. He apologizes to Yuji, "Sorry about that."

Yuji laughs it off, waving his hand and telling the other not to worry about it, "No no it's fine..sorry about Sukuna and you too Eito."

Eito chirps and goes to nuzzle against Yuji's cheek, as he is forgiving of him. Kisho shakes his head, "You don't gotta apologize, Yuji. It's fine. The finger was something I was responsible for. That includes Wilson too." Kisho said. Yuji smiles and chuckles, "Got it. Thanks, Eito." He nuzzles against the creature.

And so Yagi goes to prepare a doll for Wilson to go inside. He needs two days. Kisho is so happy as he goes to give Wilson pets, "Wilson!" He said with a happy face as the goat bleats happily.

Sukuna groans, 'Oh give me a fucking break already' He wished he was back in Heian Era and not deal with this nonsense!

"At least he's happy." Nobara noted regarding Kisho's state of being now. He went from grieving to happiness.

So they have to spend time with a goat named Wilson during two days. And more to Sukuna's irritation, Wilson is now getting favored by the school as he goes around, getting pets on the head, "Baaaaaa!"

'GET OUT OF HERE YOU DAMN GOAT!!' Sukuna yelled making Yuji winced. Megumi noticed this, "Is Sukuna angry again?" He asked. Yuji sighs and nods, "Yeah."

Wilson hears this and goes to nuzzle against Yuji's leg. Yuji can't help but blush, "Awwww..." he goes to reach his hand out towards Wilson.

Sukuna made his disapproval, 'Don't you fucking dare pet that little-'

"Oh come on, Sukuna! He's not bad!' Yuji tells him, petting Wilson now. Sukuna groans, 'I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!!' And much to Sukuna's displeasure, his vessel is not only one. His friends are also petting him, the pup Taz and the woman, Nobara. "I gotta admit, he's pretty adorable." Said Nobara. Taz giggles while Yuji and Nobara went, "Awwwww.." They went, petting the goat some more. Megumi sighs mentally, 'Oh my god.'

Then the goat goes to Megumi and goes to nuzzle against his leg. The shadow sorcerer stood still but...he pets the goat's head.

Just this once.

After petting it, the goat even in spirit form feels nice. He has to admit, the goat is a bit adorable but he won't say that in front of his classmates.

"So...are you going-"

"No." Megumi answered clearly to Kisho. Kisho pouted while everyone laughed.

The weekend so far has gone peacefully. It was good. The group decided to watch a movie in Kisho's room with Wilson there. What will be the next thing for our jujutsu students?

To be continued....

[saberlibrary]

HIYAAA, this is me, IM SO HAPPY YOU WANT TO BE MOOTS WITH ME AS WELL, so far ive finsihed most of my assignments I just a few that take a little more longer and so much more effort but after that im so taking a big break.

so true though, ive been a ghost user since I joined and that was like 2020 I totally saw the rise and the fandom of the superwholock era but I never really joined in on it as I haven't watched those shows so Tumblr was like an app that was there but I wasn't using it every hour of the day as I am now, it has now become my favourite escape from reality other than sleeping (and even that could use some improvement like lucid dreaming or maybe even shifting) >_< so ive just been a consumer on here until I see like blogs that drop posts within a minute and the next day it has more than like 10,000 notes (WHICH they soo deserve bc damn they write so majestically) and I was like man I would die if even one person liked my posts and liked what I wrote, I cant even imagine how I would react to 100 let alone 10,000. like I think I would sob. and the way blogs write their posts, you can tell they put their whole mind and soul and everything into it, its so beautiful. so this community really ignited my previously dead passion for writing and I love it for that.

I have no experience in working but I think I might have to start soon since my situation sort of demands it so I have no idea what its like but I can only imagine changing 100% of a campaign is more than stressful, I hope it goes well for you and you get more free time to yourself.

also I noticed you said mother language, i'm actually curious, what's your mother language?

also side note: I was rereading your sukuna body and soul fic (for like the nth time bc I cant get enough of it) and I was so shocked bc like I LOATHE sukuna after like everything he did ARGH I cant express how much I hate him but omg that fic, mmmh, it hit different because my hatred for him, boom, somehow became nonexistent and im daydreaming about being the reincarnated lover of this epitome of evil man. im literally catching feelings that's how good it was.

i really enjoyed your reply and I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me, its honestly the first time im having interactions other than likes on here. and im so glad that I get to be mutuals with you.

hope you're doing well, >>>>3333

euorian.

I'm so happy to finally meet you, boo! <3

I hope you can finish your assignments asap and enjoy the New Year's and also a good break!!

I actually watched 2/3 of superwholock so it was... an experience!! I also get so happy when I see authors with that many notes because I know how they put their hearts into their writing and they totally deserve it. and they're doing it FOR FREE, it's kinda insane especially when we read some shakespearian level kinda thing.

and I can tell you even one interaction makes a big difference, people like you -- taking a bit of your time to write a little something -- supporting us mean the world. so, thank you again. and I assure you I'll be there to support you as well with your writing ^_^

and AHHHHHHHHH I'm so glad you liked my sukuna!!! I'm gonna tell ya I'm NOT a sukuna girlie lol. gojo is my fav jjk character (toji and megumi fight for 2nd place). BUT I think sukuna is a great villain, he's hot af and I mean-- I WOULD. and the idea of that big bad monster, the king of curses, being obsessed with a woman? A SIMP? IM DOWN.

definitely gonna write more about him.

my mother language is portuguese !!!

you can always talk to me, send me DMs, whatever u want! again, its nice to meet you, euorian. <3

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Hellooo~ I hope you're having a good day! This is my first request I've made in awhile so please forgive me if it sounds stupid, but I was wondering how the jjk guys would react to their s/o telling them they love them after a big battle. Like, they had a near death experience because of a fight, and their s/o was really worried about them. After finding out they were okay they told them to never scare them like that again because they love them. Feel free to ignore this!

CW: mentions of injuries/near death; blood; hurt comfort; tried to make it mostly fluff and not too angsty

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Itadori Yuji

You always felt that Yuji was indestructible. His inhuman strength always made you forget that even he could get hurt. He was always going up against villains way stronger than him. As the vessel of the strongest and deadliest curse, it was bound for him to come back to you severely injured and nearly meeting death’s door.

He sat in the hospital bed, his injuries faded on his skin thanks to Sukuna’s and Shoko’s healing abilities. The same sweet smile on his lips with his hand raised to greet you, tears blocking your vision as you rush towards him.

“Yuji!! You’re okay, good damn it I thought I lost you. Fuck, you need to be more careful!! I love you too much to lose you.”

Yuji’s heart flutters. His warm hand on your back as you were bent over his lap, the white blanket over him balled up in your fists as sobs rattled in your chest.

His larger hand holds your cheek, his thumb softly wiping away your tears. His brows furrow as he locks his gaze with yours. “You love me…?” His voice barely above a whisper

You got shy and could feel your cheeks starting to burn. You let out a weak chuckle, “I scold you to be more careful and that’s the only thing you take away from it.” Yuji can’t help but laugh as well, pulling you closer to him to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, Y/N. I promise to be more careful.”

Megumi Fushiguro

You angrily stormed to the hospital room Megumi was staying in. Rage and worry pumping through your veins as Megumi managed to get severely injured on his mission again. Every mission sent a panic through you, knowing that he always managed to barely make it back. You quickly open the door to see Megumi sitting up right in his bed, bandages on his face. You wanted so badly to angrily scold him but the relief you felt to see him back made tears sting your eyes and roll down your cheeks.

“Megumi, why do you do this to me every time? Every single mission. Can’t you just come back to me unscathed one day? Do you know how much I worry each time? Don’t you realize how much I love you? How much it pains me to think you won’t make it back one day?” Your voice cracks from holding back your sobs. Standing beside his bed angrily, your nails digging into your palms with how tightly you lock up your fists.

Megumi’s breath hitches. He feels his chest and cheeks heat up. His heart stings to see you so upset and that it was him who was causing you so much distress. He brings his arms out and mutters to you to come closer. His arms wrap around you tightly, his large hand holding the back of your head and pressing your face deeper into his chest. His thumb sliding up and down your hair to soothe you.

His voice deep and low as he speaks, “Y/N… I’m so sorry…” he hesitates to bring up the fact that you confessed your love to him. His heart pounding to tell you he feels the same. “I never meant to worry you like this.” He pushes you off his shoulder, looking you in the eye as his hands move up to cup your face, his thumb wiping away your tears as you sniffled.

He presses a soft and warm kiss on your forehead. His voice wavering as he whispers, “I love you too… I’ll be more careful. I’ll make sure to always come back to you…”

Toge Inumaki

Toge tried to pass it off as if it was nothing. He didn’t want to burden you with his injured state. Waving at you as you made your way into the room he was recovering in. Being a semi-grade one sorcerer made you forget he can still be hurt. No matter how strong he was, he could always manage to get hurt.

Tears rolled down your cheeks in relief, “Toge, you’re okay. Thank god you’re okay.” You quickly wrap your arms around him, he silently winces at his strained muscles. You push yourself off him to look him in the eyes, his hand petting your hair and sliding down to wipe the tears streaming down your face.

“I was so scared when I heard what happened. I didn’t want to lose you. I love you, Toge. Please never scare me like that again.” A sob trapped in your throat causing your body to jolt in his arms. Toge eyes soften and his brows furrow with a small smile. He wishes he could freely vocalize to you that he loves you as well.

He grasps both your hands into his and placed them against his chest where you could faintly feel his heartbeat, slightly faster than it should be beating. His gaze stays locked with yours as he brings your hands up to gently kiss your knuckles and give them a small squeeze. The sincerity in his eyes telling you all that you need to know. You can’t help but laugh a little, starting to grow embarrassed at your unexpected confession. Toge reassures you by chuckling along with you and bringing you back in for a hug, placing a quick kiss on the top of your head.

Yuta Okkotsu

Yuta is one of the strongest sorcerers out there, you always felt assured that he’d never get hurt. That he would come back from his missions mostly unscathed. Your heart pounded loudly against your chest and you rushed over to the room he was recovering in.

“Yuta! You’re okay.” Yuta smiles at you apologetically, waving his hand to greet you. “I was so worried, I thought…” you choked on a sob, “I thought…” you weren’t able to complete your thoughts. The painful idea of what could have happened.

Yuta hushes you and whispers for you to come closer to him so that he could hold you close to his chest. To allow your tears to roll down your cheeks and seep into his clothed shoulder. His hand stroking your hair to help calm you down, bending down to nuzzle his nose into your hair and give you a small kiss.

“It’s alright, Y/N. I’m here. I’m okay.” He whispers into your hair. You body shaking in his embrace, his sweet voice helping you control your sobs. “You scared me… I was afraid you wouldn’t come back to me. I don’t want you ever scaring me like that again. Leaving me before I could tell you how much I love you…” he croak out quietly into his chest.

Yuta’s cheeks start to burn, you could hear his heart starting to race faster. He wraps his arms tighter around you before bringing his hand to your cheek, guiding you to look up at him. A sweet smile stretching his lips with the perfect shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

“I love you too, Y/N. I’m glad we’re able to tell each other.”

Nanami Kento

Kento was always so efficient, he seemed perfect. It always felt that he could handle any mission like it was nothing. That he’d perfect his mission with flying colors and return to you unscathed. Receiving news of his latest mission reminded you of how easily that image could be shattered. Your heart pounding as you quickly made you way to Kento who was sat in a hospital bed after receiving treatment from Shoko.

“Kento!” You call out to him once you entered the room. He calls your name out in response, grunting when you accidentally squeeze him too tightly into a hug. “God, you scared me. I was so worried about you.” Nanami was such a virtuous person. So selfless and always stepping in the help others. It was admirable of him, but it concerned you a lot. It meant him putting his life on the line more than you liked him to. You look up at Nanami, your arms still wrapped around his sides as your lip quivered trying to hold back your tears. You felt so much relief to see him safe and sound and in your arms again.

“Please don’t scare me like that again… I love you too much to lose you so soon…” you shyly admit, a sob escaping your throat as your tears finally spill past your eyes. Nanami’s eyes widen, shocked to hear your confession. His heartbeat starts to speed up as he reaches his hand up to cup your face. His thumb swipes away your tears, his eyes softening as he holds his gaze with yours.

“I’m sorry I worried you so much, Y/N.” His large hand slides past your cheek to rest on the back of your head and guide it towards his chest. His other arm snaking past you to wrap around your back as he places a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I love you too…” he softly whispers into your hair.

Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer coming back from a mission injured. You don’t know if you should be more worried about Satoru or the fact that there something out there that can hurt him that badly. Either way, you rush to his room of recovery once he finally came back and received treatment from Shoko.

A meek smile on his lips when he sees you enter the room. Holding the title of being the strongest, he honestly feels a little ashamed to have been hurt so badly. It was the chaos of the battle, so much was going on he got easily overwhelmed. But he was just glad to be able to see you again.

“Satoru, the fuck?” You say quietly, your voice nearly cracking from holding back your sobs. “How’d you even manage this?” Your eyes look down at his bandages. You thought he was the strongest. You thought there was no way he could get hurt like this. That he’d always come back from a mission like it was nothing. Not having to be dragged out and hospitalized. This was a grim reminder for you. That truly no one in jujutsu sorcery was safe. That literally anything could go wrong.

Satoru laughs weakly, causing him to cough a little. “Guess I’m pretty bad at being the strongest, huh?” You look at him, your brows furrowed and your frown prominent. You didn’t like his little joke. You didn’t care about that stupid title. All you cared about what him coming back to you.

“Strongest or not. You’re still vulnerable. Still mortal. Still able to not come back to me. To not come back to me before I can even tell you that I love you. Leave me all alone, without you.” Your lip quivering as your spoke. Occasionally broken by voice cracks and trapped sobs. You tried your best not to cry, but the tears came rolling down your cheeks. Satoru’s eye widen. He feels his stomach sink to see you so upset but his heart fluttering from your confession.

He lifts his arms with a little “come here” and holds you close to his chest. His large hand petting your hair as he quietly shushed you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll be more careful next time. I came back to you, okay? Don’t worry, I’m here.” He kisses the top of your head, your quiet sobs making you shake in his arms as your gripped his shirt. The fabric balling up in your fists. “I love you too, Y/N…” he whispers.

Geto Suguru

Came back to his home injured and barely alive. If you weren’t so worried about fixing him up, you would have slapped his chest for being so reckless. Aiding him in all the ways you could, fixing him up and letting him rest on the bed. His eyes flutter open to see he’s in his room. Looking to his side to see you on the bedside chair, face in your hands and the faintest sound of your sniffles. He reaches his hand out, his fingers barely touching your arm, making you shoot up to look at him.

“Suguru! You reckless bastard!” You shout between sniffles. Wiping your eyes on your sleeves to clear your sight from your tears. “Don’t you know how worried I was?! Seeing you hobble into your temple like this, all beat up and barely even able to stand? You’re lucky I was even here.”

“Ah,” Suguru lightly chuckles, “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be so harsh on me. I’m already all bruised. Your bedside manner isn’t so great.”

You huff, “Bruise? This is all way more than a bruise, Suguru.” You scold him, motioning your hands to his entire body. “Don’t ever scare me like this again. I was so scared you’d never wake up. I love you, you know? How rude of you to just frighten me like this.” You feel your tears start to spill from your eyes again. Your chest heaving as you began to sob. Suguru’s eyes widen, not expecting you to confess. He winced as he sits up straight, his arm slung over his stomach that you thankfully treated. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean for you to find me like that. I didn’t know you’d be here… I never meant to let you see me like this at all.” He dips his head down, trying to meet your gaze as you kept your head low to hide your tears.

“Look at me?” He softly asks. His hand reaches up to gently place his curved index finger under your chin, guiding your head up to look at him. His large hand now holding the side of your face, his thumb reaching up to your eyes to wipe away your tears. “I love you too, Y/N. I promise not to scare you like that again.”

[fuwushiguro]

I Value The Times That I Take You Out

part sixteen | masterlist | part eighteen

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. The reader is getting on my nerves oops <3 Warnings: 18+, pet names, cheating, arguing, family drama, cocaine use, depression, (sort of suicide discussion), pining. Words: 5.9k

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

Was Megumi right?

No… no, he wasn’t. Was he? You shouldn’t have hooked up with him, he’s right about that much. If you love Yuuji the way that you say you do, you shouldn’t have hooked up with Megumi. But, just because you did hook up with him doesn’t mean that you don’t love Yuuji. You were lonely. And you were high. And Megumi…

Well.

Megumi was there.

And now, in this moment, you’re alone again. You’re sobbing on the ground loud enough for Toji to hear. He’d intended on chasing after his own kid. But after hearing your agonising wails he put that task on hold. He ran up the stairs to see you crumpled on the floor.

“C’mere, princess.” he whispers, voice laced with pity as he gets down on one knee next to you. You look at him for a moment, hesitantly.

God, he looks so much like his son. You’re hesitant to trust him. You don’t want to let him in because what if he’s just like Megumi? What if he’s playing nice and he’ll switch on you like it’s nothing later down the line? He can’t have inherited that rotten trait from thin air.

“Come on, come here.” he commands, beckoning you into his arms with two hands. And you can’t resist him. You move your body so that you’re hugging him. His enormous arms wrap around you and encase you in a tight yet fragile hug. He pets your hair as you cry into his shoulder. “What’d he do now?” he wonders, but keeping his tone soft.

“I h-hate him…” you cry, the sound muffles into his t-shirt. “I fucking hate him!”

--

Megumi’s head is pounding.

What’s the matter with him? He doesn’t do jealousy. He doesn’t do feelings. He doesn’t do this. And yet, here he is, suffering from a killer migraine and a twisting feeling in his heart that he can’t seem to comprehend.

He’s been standing on a porch ringing the doorbell for three minutes now. It’s not like he didn’t call ahead. He asked if it was okay to come over. And he was told it was fine. So what’s the God damn hold up?

“Open the door, it’s Megumi!” he yelled. And a few seconds later, the sound of the door unlocking blesses his ears. As the door swings open, he feels himself getting hotter. Angrier. He didn’t think this would bother him as much as it is. “You look just like him.” he mumbles.

“I didn’t think you were being serious about coming over. Haven’t you got better things to do? Like be an angsty little brat somewhere?”

“I need… stuff.” Megumi looks around making sure that no one is listening in to their conversation. “And you’re the best dealer I know, Sukuna.” he finishes.

Sukuna sighs, nodding, before sidestepping and letting his old friend enter his home. Megumi hasn’t been to Sukuna’s new place. He’s come a long way from being homeless and squatting on his friends couches, that’s for damn sure.

“No compliments on the bachelor pad?” Sukuna asks, sitting on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“I’m not really here to talk about interior design.” Megumi responds.

“Let me get this straight,” he laughs, putting his feet back down on the ground and spreading his legs wide open. He pulls a cigarette from behind his ear and lights it dramatically, keeping Megumi on the edge of his seat as he waits for him to continue. “I haven’t seen you in, what, six? Seven years? You come to my house for a fix, and you can’t even be polite enough to make small talk?”

“Don’t say it like that. It’s not a fix, like I’m a pathetic drug addict. I just… I want a little something to take my mind off things.” Megumi defends his actions.

“Sure. Is that why you’re shivering on the hottest day of the year?” Sukuna laughs, puffing his cigarette before holding it out to Megumi, offering him a drag.

“I’m fucking SHAKING because I’m PISSED OFF. And now I’m even MORE pissed off because I came to a DRUG DEALER to do his fucking job and instead I’m getting ambushed.” Megumi rants. “I mean, come on, really? You’re judging me? You? A fucking drug dealer, I think it would piss anyone off.”

“Yeah, especially a drug addict.” he smirks.

“Ah, fuck you Sukuna.” Megumi scoffs.

“Wait, wait, I’m fucking with you.” Sukuna stands, walking to Megumi’s side and handing his cigarette to him. “I’m happy to supply. As long as you can afford it.” he states. Megumi nods, handing him a roll of cash. He smokes the cigarette he had been gifted and blows the smoke out of his nose, his eyes not leaving Sukuna as they start having a silent conversation.

“Where—” Sukuna stops himself, shrugging his shoulders and heading upstairs. “What did you want?”

“Coke. Or Molly. Both, actually.”

“Jesus, kid.” Sukuna snickers before his feet disappear from between the bannisters.

Megumi rests on the arm of the armchair, taking a few more drags than he probably should have. Maybe Sukuna had the right idea. He pissed off his entire family. His lifestyle didn’t match with their ideals. He was kicked out, but look at him now. He can do whatever he want, whenever he wants. He has his own place. Meanwhile Megumi is up to his eyes in debt with uni fees because he thought it would help him get somewhere in life.

Maybe Sukuna has got a right to judge.

He makes a small fortune everyday on idiots like Megumi.

But Megumi felt like he was superior because he wasn’t a high school dropout.

“Here.” Sukuna speaks, throwing the drugs down on the coffee table before snatching his cigarette back. “I assumed you wanted as much as that roll could buy.” he told him. Megumi nodded, agreeing as he picked them up.

“Great. See you around.” Megumi sighed, heading for the exit as soon as he pocketed his new purchase.

“Hold on, kid.” Sukuna spoke, charging ahead of him and blocking the door. “Entertain me, will ya? Have a drink with me.” Sukuna grins, heading for the fridge and pulling out two bottles of beer.

“Ugh… fine.” he relents, returning to the sofa. “Do you mind if I…” he asks, shaking the baggy of coke at Sukuna.

“Knock yourself out.” he tells him, bringing over the beers and slamming them down on the table.

“Want some?” Megumi questions.

“No, idiot. Have you never seen Scarface?” Sukuna returns with an exasperated look on his face. Megumi shakes his head, wondering what such an old movie has to do with his question. “’Don’t get high on your own supply.’”

“Whatever, guess I’ll go skiing by myself.” Megumi laughs, plugging one nostril with his finger and snorting the powder with the other. Sukuna shakes his head, disappointed. But Megumi either didn’t notice or didn’t care enough to comment on it. “Beer me.” Megumi tells him.

Sukuna cracks off the bottle cap with his teeth and slides it over to Megumi. He smirks, glugging enough liquid that he drains half of the contents. Sukuna notes how he appears visually relaxed now. Not uptight and ready to fight like he had been moments ago. It’s almost like he’s been tranquilised.

The sound of a violent iPhone ringtone disrupts the peace in the air. Sukuna squints at Megumi, noting that he hasn’t realised.

“Megs, your phone.” Sukuna comments.

“Ugh.” Megumi sighs, fishing it out of his pocket. “For fucks sake.” he adds, jarred, tossing his phone onto the coffee table after silencing it. Sukuna spins it around to see who’s calling, eyes widening when he sees Toji’s face taking up the entire screen.

“This— is this real or am I dreaming?” Sukuna wonders. “You’re talking to your dad?”

“Not at the moment, no. But he got the bright idea of moving into my house to ‘raise me right’ as if it isn’t too late.” Megumi answers him.

“What about Gojo?”

“What about Gojo? You hate him, what do you care?” Megumi laughs, swigging his beer.

“Forget I asked, then.” Sukuna tells him, drinking his own beer as the silence cuts through the room once again.

Megumi isn’t sure why he wanted him to stick around. He isn’t sure why he was so desperate for him to stay and have a beer and is allowing him to do drugs in his house. But he knows that Sukuna knows that Megumi isn’t the type to care enough to ask. So if there’s something he wants, he ought to spit it out.

“I— Megumi.”

“What?”

“Is my brother okay?” Sukuna asks, genuinely. Megumi can hear the concern in his words and he still can’t help but sneer in disgust. If it isn’t enough to be staring at his clone right now, having to hear about him is the icing on the cake. “I haven’t talked to him since before you left. I just—”

“He’s fine, probably.” Megumi tells him.

“Probably? Megumi, you’re his best friend. That’s why I asked you.”

“He’s not my fucking friend. I can barely stand looking at you because you look so much like him.” Megumi rants, finishing his beer in an attempt to calm the raging fire coursing through him. “He’s in Europe. Scholarship thing.”

“Did you have a fight?” Sukuna wonders. Megumi shakes his head, weakly, not knowing what to say. It’s been so long since this mess started. He can barely even remember it, now. He just knows that you are at the centre of it all. Stupid little you. “Megumi I don’t know anything about him anymore. Our grandfather wants nothing to do with me and neither does Yuuji. I don’t know where he lives. What he’s doing. I didn’t know he was at university. I clearly don’t know who his friends are.” Sukuna tells him.

“Why don’t you ask his girlfriend?” Megumi suggests, instantly regretting his choice of words. He stands up, knowing he’s had enough and that he’s more than ready to leave.

“I didn’t know that he was seeing anyone, either.”

“I don’t know what to do right now.” Megumi mutters.

“What do you mean?”

“His girlfriend… my dad invited her to stay at our place while Yuuji is away. I can’t— I can’t be around her.” Megumi explains.

“What’s wrong with her? Is she a bitch?”

“Yes… no. No, she’s not, not really…” Megumi sighs. “I’m gonna go to Gojo’s.”

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? There’s a spare bedroom. And I have Scarface on DVD, you clearly need educating.” he laughs. “I’ll give you a ride home in the morning.”

“… alright.”

--

You’ve been staring at your suitcase since you got to the Fushiguro residence. Toji carried it upstairs and put it in his bedroom, still insisting that he’d sleep elsewhere while you were under their roof so that you can maintain your privacy.

It’s like a fever dream.

You can’t believe you’re actually here. You can’t believe that you let Toji convince you that it was a good idea to stay here with them. There’s so much tension between you and Megumi, and Toji can feel it. He knows something is going on but he can’t put his finger on it. He’s putting it down to previous arguments and what happened in the past.

He can’t blame you, it’s a tough thing to get over.

But he has no idea how much worse it’s gotten.

Toji’s lightly knocks his knuckle backwards into the door before opening it. It opens slowly, his way of attempting not to spook you too much.

“Everything okay, princess?” he asks. You nod, almost slower than he had opened the door. He doesn’t believe you. Why would he? Your eyes are swollen from all of the crying you’ve been doing. Your face is puffy, and your eyes are bloodshot. “I emptied the drawers and the wardrobe so you can make yourself at home.” he reminds you.

“Thanks…”

“Do you need a hand unpacking?”

“No.”

He sighs. Toji approaches you, resting on the balls of his feet and holds one hand on your knee. You can see just how desperate he is. He needs you to confide in him. He can’t get through to his own son, he doesn’t want to fail with you as well.

“Babe, you know you can talk to me.” he tells you. “And, if you’re worried about Megumi, he isn’t answering. I don’t think we’ll be seeing him.”

“I don’t want to be here, Toji.” you whisper.

“Tell me why. Don’t make some excuse, I want to know what’s going on.”

“I can’t—”

“Bull. Shit. Sweetheart, tell me.”

“No, I c-can’t,” you begin to feel tears rolling down your cheeks. Just as he’s about to ask again, you shuffle yourself off the bed and pull one of Yuuji’s hoodies over your head. “I’m going for a walk.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“I need some air!”

“No you can’t go out alone at this t—”

“Toji! I— I can’t talk to you! I can’t talk to anyone, okay? I have no friends. I would love a girlfriend right now to confide in but my whole class hates me or feels sorry for me! And that’s Megumi’s fault! I am suffocating because I can’t tell anybody what’s going on and I just want some space!” you yell, breaking down against the wall before Toji grabs your shoulders to keep you upright.

“I’ll take you somewhere in the car, okay? Somewhere you can cry and scream or whatever you want, I’ll stay in the car. I don’t wanna let you out of my sight at this time, it’s too dangerous sweetheart. Can ya compromise?” he questions. You sniffle a little before taking a few deep breaths. You can’t help but stare into his shimmering emerald eyes that remind you so much of his son. How can the same pair of eyes be possessed by such two different people?

“O-Okay.” you agree. “As long as you don’t try and make me talk.”

“Alright.”

He lets go of your shoulders, walking out of the room and down the stairs. You take your time, knowing he’ll need to find his car keys before you go anywhere. There’s a small mirror in the corner of his room. Nothing too fancy. But you can’t help but stare at yourself in it.

Will you ever stop being such a sorrowful soul?

“C’mon, princess.” he instructs. You exhale, deeply, before following him down the stairs and out of the door. “I’ll get us a McDonald’s on the way home.” he smiles, his scar pulling devilishly as he pulls out of his parking spot.

In hindsight, you’re glad he practically grounded you. If you had gone out alone in the dark night, you would have been terrified. There’s no way you can feel like that with Toji around. He’s so protective. And he’s scary, though you’d never tell him that. With you, he’s a teddy bear. But you’ve seen flashes of evil in his eyes when he’s giving people a piece of his mind.

Most of all, Megumi.

You feel yourself drifting off in the car. Your eyes are stinging and heavy. Toji keeps looking over to see you fighting the inevitable. And he can’t help but smile. How could he not? You’re so adorable.

“Princess,” he whispers, holding your thigh and shaking it lightly. “We’re nearly here, darlin’.” he continues.

You change your seating position, forcing yourself to be more upright and awake. You hold down the button in the car to open the window, hoping the cool night air will wake you up a little.

“You’re not gonna kill me, are you? Where are we?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. There isn’t a single streetlight around and no sign of civilisation. You can’t see a thing other than black trees against the dark blue sky.

“You’ve been here before, right? We’re not far from your parents.” he explains.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, hopping out of the car. The smell in the air is familiar. Real country smell. You look around. Once you look behind you, you see it. The brick monument on the tall hill. The one between your parents place and the city. The one you and Yuuji shared a Burger King at.

You’d kill for that moment back right now.

“Do what you gotta do, I’ll be here.” Toji tells you, almost leaning out of the passenger window to talk to you.

“I don’t know what to do!” you express. “I feel stupid in the middle of a field, what do I do?”

He jumps out of the car, joining you. He takes your hand and leads you further into the black abyss. “Are you mad at me?” he asks.

“No.”

“Yeah ya are, you’re mad I made you move in with us. Tell the truth.” Toji nods.

“Well, maybe a little.”

“Okay… so scream… ‘FUCK TOJI!’ like that.” he tells you. You giggle, thinking he’s joking and being silly to cheer you up. “I’m serious, babe, scream it.”

“Um, fuck Toji!” you imitate him, feebly.

“LOUDER!”

“FUCK TOJI!” you shout back. “FUCK YOU TOJI!” you keep going.

“Nice!” he laughs, and you can’t help but laugh back. “And you’re pissed at Megumi, right. FUCK MEGUMI!”

“Yeah, FUCK MEGUMI!” you yell, “I FUCKING HATE YOU MEGUMI!” you continue. “I HATE YOU FOR FUCKING ME OVER!”

“Keep going!” Toji encourages.

“FUCK YOU FOR DESTROYING MY SKETCHBOOK! AND FOR SPIKING ME! AND FOR—” you stop yourself, clearing your throat, knowing that you’re taking things too far. You almost slipped up. You were so close to blurting out what you had done together this weekend and the hotel.

“Why’d you stop?” Toji wonders.

“I— This was stupid.” you tell him. “I can’t do this.” Your lip wobbles, you turn away from Toji and begin running towards the monument. You know he’ll probably run after you, but you just want some distance between yourself and him.

“Where’d you think your running off too, princess?” he bellows, a laugh following soon after.

He gives you a head start, he’s just that kind of guy. He’s real sweet and considerate. But he’s not about to let you get too ahead of yourself. After around a minute, he starts running towards you. You’re almost at the first step of the hill by the time he grabs you.

It’s more like a tackle, really, though not as aggressive. He manages to rotate the two of you so that he falls onto his back, and you land on top of him. Both of you are panting, loudly, without saying in a word. Just staring into each other’s eyes as you try and let your adrenaline die down from what just happened.

“Wanna tell me what that was?” he asks, chest still heaving. You’re straddling his stomach, unable to tear your eyes away from his. You aren’t even sure you heard him. Did he speak? Is he talking to you? Is any of this real? “Huh?”

“I’m sorry.” you respond, quietly. You take yourself off of his body and sit beside him. He rolls over so that he’s lying on his side, so you do the same, facing him. “I wish I could talk to you. To anyone. I just— it’s too messy. I can’t.”

“You’re gonna drown under the weight of this secret, baby.” he tells you. “What’s so bad that you can’t tell me? You know I’m no saint.”

“I just can’t, okay? It’s bad. Life destroying.”

“There’s nothing you can tell me that would make me think any less of you, alright? I knew I was gonna like you when you fainted at your parent’s housewarming.” he teases.

“I— I never would have thought we’d be friends, Toji. I was so mad at you for being Megumi’s dad. I thought I’d just yell at you and we’d never talk again… Especially after you told me about your arranged marriage plan.” you confide in him.

“I’m sorry, I am. I’m sorry for what Megumi is, it’s my fault. And I’m sorry for seeing you with dollar signs instead of seeing you as a human being. You are… such an amazing girl, y’know? You are so strong, you never give up. No matter how much shit Megumi throws at you. I really admire you.”

“Me? Seriously?” you snicker.

“Seriously. You’re incredible, kiddo.”

There’s a lull in the conversation. One beat of silence too many to keep it from being uncomfortable. You’re speechless. There wasn’t any inkling in your mind that Toji held such a high opinion of you. And hearing him express it so confidently puts everything into perspective. It’s something Megumi could never do. Instead of being honest he lashes out. He thinks being nice for a minute is all he needs to do to get what he wants. And then when it doesn’t work, he’s back to being a complete dick.

But not Toji. He’s genuine. Sincere. He reminds you of Yuuji. He’s never shy about his feelings. He wears his heart on his sleeve and nothing is ever going to stop him from being honest with himself or anybody else.

The silence is killing you. The tension is palpable. You’re staring between his glittering eyes and scarred lips. And you reach out to him. Your hand cups his face, and you softly rub your thumb over the aged scar.

“What happened to you, Toji?” you ask him.

“Just an accident.” he answers, honestly.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Not since I got it.”

“When was that?”

“Not long after he was born.” he tells you, it’s obvious he has zero intention to go into any further detail about it. “Is there a particular reason you’re so interested in my scar? Or why you’re stroking it?”

“I— no, just curious. Looks like we both have secrets.” you tell him, starting to pull your hand away.

But you can’t.

He holds your wrist with an iron grip, preventing you from moving it in either direction.

“Tell me yours ‘n I’ll tell you mine.” he smirks.

You’re looking at his lips intently, and then his eyes, and his lips once again. And before you know it, you’re lunging towards each other. Your lips are on his and it’s frenzied. His hands hold your entire head as you slowly rotate so that you’re above him. His hands stray, one tangles in your hair and the other is holding your hip. You can’t help but moan into his mouth, utterly powerless to resist him.

But that sound.

That gorgeous, sinful sound reminds Toji of where he is. He holds your shoulders, and pushes you away from him.

“Princess…” he sighs

“Oh my God.” you exclaim, realising what you’ve done. You stand to your feet and start walking away from him. “I didn’t—”

“Stop walking away from me!” he commands, catching up to you and turning you to face him. “It didn’t mean anything.” he tells you.

“I’m so fragile right now, Toji. You reminded me of Yuuji, I didn’t mean to kiss you.” you try and reason with him. “It’s your fault! All of your little pet names and the way you talk to me like I’m special to you, I can’t do this.”

“It was just a kiss, y’know. It didn’t mean a thing, I know that, and you know that! God, we just gotta keep quiet about this and it’s all okay.” he tells you. You scoff, raking your fingers through your hair. “I don’t want this to be a thing, babe. We’re friends, aren’t we? I say we just forget it and pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I— right. It meant nothing. I’m lonely and missing my boyfriend. We were having a moment and we got carried away. It doesn’t mean there’s anything here, it’s just a thing.”

“Exactly. There’s no reason for my kids to know it happened or your boyfriend, or anyone! Megumi’s made enough comments about how he feels about the idea of me being with someone his age, we don’t wanna give him anymore fuel for the bonfire.”

“I’m going to hell for this. I didn’t think I could be any worse of a person and then I do this.” you laugh in astonishment. You really are on a mission to find exactly where rock bottom is. This has got to be it, right? There’s no way that you can do anything worse than this. “Fuck it. McDonald’s?”

“McDonald’s.”

--

Megumi has been staring at the TV and hasn’t retained a single morsel of information.

“Why hasn’t this fucking movie ended yet? It’s been days, Sukuna.” he voices aloud. Sukuna scowls at him, not appreciating the besmirchment of his favourite film.

“Shut up.”

The credits begin to roll and Megumi cheers, excitedly. He picks up his jacket and his drugs and salutes Sukuna before hurrying up the stairs. The room was nothing but a bed and a window, but it was fine for one night. He takes off his clothes, except for his underwear, and climbs under the covers.

He scrolls through his phone, a stream of text threads from his dad and sister. He doesn’t care, though. He hates himself. He can’t begin to describe how much he hates himself and how angry he is at himself because he wishes you had been the one to text him.

“Megumi.” Sukuna knocks.

“What?”

He welcomes himself in, standing in the doorway and he watches Megumi scroll through his phone. “I want to meet her.”

“Who?”

“Yuuji’s girlfriend.”

“Huh? Why? You can’t.” Megumi protests, not liking the sound of that idea at all. “Listen, she’s not in a good place, okay? She— She’s been a total mess since Yuuji left and I know she won’t be able to handle seeing you.” Megumi insists.

“My little brother has a girlfriend and I want to know what she’s like! He doesn’t want me in his life, but I at least want to know the little shit is okay.” Sukuna argues.

“I can tell you what she’s like. She’s rich. Her family is rich, ridiculously rich. She’s an art student, like me. She used to love painting flowers, but not anymore. She’s sweet… really sweet. I hated it about her but, not anymore. She’s pretty, too, beautiful actually. And funny. She likes plushies, and she likes giving them human names. She thinks animals with human names are funny. And I’m pretty sure her favourite movie is The Shining. Every time I’ve been to her house the DVD case has been open and empty on her coffee table.” he rambles.

“Jesus, Megumi,” Sukuna snorts. “Are you sure you’re not the one who’s dating her?”

“Shut up.” Megumi huffs, sinking further into his bed. “You know what? Do it. Do whatever you want, I don’t give a fuck about her. Fuck with her mental health. It’s nothing to me. But if she tells Yuuji he might hate you more than he already does.”

“Alright, alright.” Sukuna agrees, knowing he’s probably right about Yuuji. “Think I’ll be able to see her at least, when I drop you off?”

“You know what…” Megumi smiles, “Not a bad idea.”

--

“Mornin’ princess.” Toji gruffly speaks, sitting upright on the couch. “If you’re going in the kitchen, be a doll and make me a coffee, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” you reply. Your pink fluffy slippers capture his attention as you walk by him, he can’t help himself from chuckling.

You really are a princess.

It takes a while since you can’t get the hang of their coffee machine, but you manage. You put it down in front of him feeling proud of yourself. And he’s barely gonna rain on your parade, but he thinks it might be the worst cup of coffee he’s ever tasted.

You stand upright, completely brimming with pride. If only you knew each sip he took was reluctant. If only you knew his smiles of appreciation were fake.

Oh God.

He fucked up by lying.

What if you try and make him coffee everyday now?

Your prideful smile is short lived when you see Megumi walking across the pavement and towards the house. Even from this distance you can see the dark circles under his eyes. He must have been getting high, again.

You and Toji had both assumed he’d spent the night at Gojo’s. But the man waving goodbye at him didn’t look like Gojo.

“What the—?” you mutter. Toji looks at you. But the second he blinks, you’re gone. He hears the front door close and you’re on the other side of it. He sets his coffee down and follows you, standing in the doorway to see where you’re going. “Yuuji?!” you call out. The pink-haired man looks over his shoulder at you before continuing to walk away.

“Stop it.” Megumi tells you, standing in your way so that you can’t get to your boyfriend.

“Move!” you shout, shoving him aside before chasing after Yuuji. “Yuuji, stop!” you call, hurrying across the road. You take off your slippers since they’re slowing you down. It makes Megumi snort as he watches you run after him with your ridiculous pink slippers in your hand.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Toji asked him. “Listen, shithead, next time I call or text you better fucking answer.”

“This.” Megumi creates a circle motion with his finger. “Her being here, it’s my personal hell. You’re meant to be my dad, not hers. But you give more of a shit about moving her in than you do about how it would make me feel.”

“When are you gonna stop with this self-pity shit? It’s so boring, Megumi, I mean it. I’m fucking bored.” his dad responds, shaking his head and furrowing his brows. “Life is shit. Shit happens all of the time. Get on with it. It’s only a few days, just be fucking normal for once, yeah?” Toji adds, ruffling his sons hair.

You finally reach Yuuji. You grab his wrist and turn him to face you. You’re taken aback when you see him with a face full of; what you can only assume are tribal tattoos. There’s something different about him. Lots of things, really. His dark brown eyes look more reddish. He’s bigger. Maybe even slightly taller.

“I— missed you. When did you get back? And… what’s with the tattoos?” you question. You step forward to give him a hug, but he takes a huge step back.

“I’m not your boyfriend, sweetheart.” he tells you. His voice is rough and deep, so different from your boyfriends.

“Then who—”

“Sukuna.” he tells you, confidently. He smiles, gesturing himself as he speaks and waiting for you to acknowledge who he is. But you’re silent. Clueless. He’s like Yuuji’s twin if not for all of the obvious differences. “He didn’t tell you about me?” he asks.

“I guess not.”

“I’m his big brother.” he sighs. You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand and backing away from him. “Well this is depressing. I’m out, see ya.” Sukuna groans, ducking into his car.

You look back at Megumi with tears in your eyes. He’s laughing. You are crushed but he is laughing. You put your slippers back on, marching across the road and back to the house. Your fist is balled. And Megumi can see it coming. It only makes him laugh more. The only thing stopping your knuckles from knocking his teeth out is Toji holding you back.

“That’s enough! Both of you get in the fucking house.” he commands. Megumi goes inside first, and Toji manages to hold you back enough until you run out of energy and your arms go limp. Your tears begin falling from your eyes as you look at Megumi, unable to believe that he keeps finding more ways to fuck with you.

“You’re going to kill me. I can’t do this anymore you’re making me miserable!” you cry, using the back of your sleeves to wipe your eyes.

“I told him to stay in the car.” Megumi explains.

“Bet you fuckin’ did.” Toji snidely mutters at him.

“My boyfriend is gone. I have nobody. No friends. No family. I have nobody to cry to or lean on. I’ve done… unforgiveable things… I just— there isn’t anyone who can support me. And you, Megumi, are going above and beyond to push me to my limit.”

“No that’s not true.” he refutes.

“Well, guess what? You pushed me to my limit a long time ago. And you’re still going!” you continue. He has nothing else to say. You’re devastated, how can he tell you what you should and shouldn’t feel? “Have you ever felt so sad… that you think your body is going to give up on you? You’re just so sad that your body is gonna stop working and end it all for you? That’s how I feel. That’s how I’ve felt… for so long.”

“I’m sorry.” Megumi apologises.

“Are you?” you cry. You’ve been letting tears silently fall down your face the entire time. But now, you’re out of words. And you’re bawling. You sigh, retreating up the stairs to be away from him. You close the door carefully behind you, and scream into a pillow hoping that they won’t hear you.

But they do.

“Are you crying, dad?” Megumi asks Toji. He quickly wipes his eyes and clears his throat.

“That girl… I love her. You have no idea how amazing she is because you are too busy doing everything in your power to make her life difficult. Will you be able to forgive yourself if she’s pushed too far and—” he stops himself from thinking such a morbid thought, hoping that it will never come to that. “It broke my heart seeing her like that. Hearing her talk like that. I can’t imagine feeling so sad let alone being the cause of someone else feeling like that. But you don’t give a shit, do you?”

“Of course I give a shit…” Megumi tells him, “I swear I told him to wait in the car. He said he wanted to see her so I said look from the window.”

“It’s not the point, what about everything else?”

“Well I can’t turn back time and undo it all. Every time I think we’re gonna be okay she freaks out, I don’t know what to do!”

“Try harder!” Toji yells. “But no, you won’t, you just wanna get high and be a dick and throw your life away. I invited her here for you!”

“Fuck off. For me? Why did you think I’d want that?”

“I thought if you spent some fucking extended time with her, you’d see she’s a human being with feelings! I thought you’d find some common ground and maybe learn to live with each other. Fuck, maybe I thought you might even be able to be friends with each other. But no, you’re a fucking psychopath and it’s all my fault for making you like this!”

“You think I don’t know she’s a human being? I’m not a fucking idiot, dad. You’ve got no fucking idea how hard all of this is. You don’t know what I’m going through! Last time I spent extended time with her I—”

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ll try and talk to her.”

“Megumi, speak.”

“Dad, I really don’t want to.” he explains. “I— I just, can’t, alright? Please just… leave me alone. I’m doing my best.”

© 2022 fuwushiguro

[spicysoftsweet]

the devil is a fornicator, incubus!sukuna x reader

summary: sukuna, a well-known incubus is quite fond of you.

warnings: home invasion, noncon, double penetration, size kink ig, degradation, monster form! sukuna

a/n: there is no plot here just porn lmao. enjoy.

It’s the dead of night and the incubus has returned, you realize once you’ve awoken in a shock of blinding pain, only to gaze directly into the demon’s endless eyes hovering over you, illuminated dimly by the pale moonlight that streams through your thin curtains.

He grins, revealing rows of gleaming sharp teeth.

“Did you miss me?”

His voice is a snarl that drips heavily in sarcasm, seemingly echoing in the silence of the room.

Tonight, much like every other night, you’re not sure how you ended up caged in two sets of arms stronger than wrought iron, your mind steeped in a deep, impenetrable fog and your body languid and stretched to the limit as you’re all but impaled over a monstrously sized pair of cocks. But it’s a matter of course - the demon Sukuna has picked you and continues to choose you again and again.

There’s more than one reason he’s called the King of Curses.

Aside from the fact that he has claimed you only because you are eternally damned, expletives fall out of his mouth as naturally as rain drops from the sky; harsh, caustic is the feel of his rough hands on your skin, if you can really call them something as human as hands.

“You’re pathetic, really, sniveling all because of a little pain?”

Even though his voice is light and jeering, you’re not meant to answer and you don’t dare to. All you can do is whimper, and your soft, miserable sobs delight him.

“You should be thankful I’ve become somewhat partial to a weak, worthless little thing like you.”

The palm that presses down on your neck, making it hard for you to draw air into your lungs, is so heavy - heavier than the weight of his body that carelessly crushes your fragile one.

Even if he is holding most of his weight, you are still so tiny, so small in comparison to his huge figure. He’s massive, truly, but you’re not exactly sure how large he is...  he visits you under the cover of dark, and you swear the size of his shadow varies each time. 

But the configuration of his form is always the same, and he makes good use of his supernatural anatomy - a hand presses on your neck, another grasps relentlessly at your hair and tugs mercilessly, and two more are placed oppressively on your hips, gripping tightly enough to leave blotchy discoloration on your skin. A tongue that protrudes from somewhere within the dense muscles of his abdomen laps furiously at your bare skin, now covered in a thin layer of sweat from the heat he generates. The rough, wet strokes only worsen your sensitivity but you barely shudder because he holds you so still that you have no agency to move.

But where could you go?

You want to explode.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Being splayed out like this?” His head lowers so that he can whisper directly into your ear, as he continues to pet your scalp. His fingers curl around your neck, and you gasp involuntarily; you can practically feel the way his lips curl into a smile, his cheek is so close to yours.

Of course it hurts. It hurts so bad, it hurts so good, your heart hurts, your pussy aches.

“I’m too big, aren’t I? You can’t take me in that tight little cunt of yours, can you?” 

It’s true - you shouldn’t be able to take him. In fact, you’re amazed that he manages to fit despite everything, however painfully so, and if your head were a bit clearer, you’d wonder if it’s a bit of magic that keeps you from splitting in half so that he can have his fun night after night. It does help that you’re dripping wet, seeping around him enough that you can feel the unmistakable moist sensation between your legs that is your arousal, more slippery than perspiration.

“What would you do if I got bigger inside you? Will I tear you apart, little one?”

Please have mercy.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks and your body is quivering, and if it weren’t for the fact that he has you pinned down, unable to move an inch, your whole body would be convulsing. You are too full, too tender, too stimulated and he’s barely even moving yet, aside from the occasional tortuous twitch of one of the penises inside you. It’s torture, the way your body clenches desperately around him, pleading for some friction. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant in a strained, almost wheezing cacophony - you don’t dare whine, you’ll take whatever he offers you - seems to delight him, and his hand releases around your neck. He thumbs instead at your quivering lower lip, his own lips pressing onto your neck.

It’s almost a mockery of tenderness, the pecks he gives the curve of your jaw as he jams two fingers now down your throat making you gag. 

He loves to hear you choke, and he sinks his hands into the futon so that he can grasp handfuls of your ass and lift up.

Once he adjusts himself so that he is kneeling onto the bed and your hips are hoisted off the ground, he pushes deeper inside you and you cry out around his fingers in your mouth.

But once he starts moving, you are too stimulated to cry. 

Sukuna fucks you loudly, lewdly, animalistic groans and foul language filling the air as he thrusts in and out of you like you’re nothing but a mere cocksleeve, ignoring whatever screams and moans come out of your mouth. You move so quickly, slammed almost perpendicularly against his pelvis, hard, that your thoughts go from fogged up to scrambled until you’re dizzy and wordless, sniveling, forgetting how to form the words to beg him to stop.

Do you want him to stop? Being fucked dumb maybe the only good part of this curse after all. 

He plays with your pert nipples as he slams you down onto his cocks; he shifts you upright briefly, sitting with his legs crossed to minimize his own effort as he pistons you up and down forcefully onto his lap.

Too many eyes focus in on the grotesque, fucked-out expression you make, your tongue lolling out helplessly and your breasts bouncing recklessly as he moves you.

“You almost look half-decent like this...” he teases, a pleased smirk gracing his hideous smirk. Again, he has to steady you, bringing your arms behind you and holding you taut so that you don’t collapse onto him,  you are nothing but a brainless toy, after all. By this point of the night, he can’t expect you to keep your posture. He’s not that cruel.

“You’re no different than a little lamb. Innocent, cute, powerless. I could swallow you whole.”

You let out a drawn out moan from an orgasm that springs forth from so deep inside you that it reverberates throughout your whole body and he laughs. In fact, he cackles wildly as you jerk violently forward, your shoulders almost risking dislocation as you move due to the fact that your wrists are still firmly in his grasp. 

“Aren’t you going to beg me to stop? Or are you just going to keep cumming like the dirty little cursed slut you are?”

You know he won’t stop. Not for hours. Not until he eventually releases hot, sticky, endless ropes of cum inside you until you pass out, until the next morning where you wake up in a cold sweat after repetitive nightmares of giving birth to hellspawn.

His two upper hands cup your face that is exhausted, weary, miserable, and dazed from fucking that will go on endlessly and for as long as he feels like it. Sucking away all your vital energy. Ruining your soul. Wrecking your body. 

His fingers caress your skin, even if he’s still pounding relentlessly into you and you’re only a few more strokes away from another gut-wrenching climax.

Sukuna kisses you passionately and you don’t think, because if there is anything you know for a fact, it’s that the devil is a liar and tonight’s lie is that you’re anything more than a hapless human he likes to fuck.