#he threatens to kill satoru every other day

[akuikami]

anyways ‘sorcerer’ suku idea where he’s reincarnated into his own body and, instead of killing him a deal is struck with the higher ups and the only reason he behaves is because he’s reunited with his husband

[yanderenightmare]

ooooh what kinda mythic creatures are the jjk boys?

Gojo, Sukuna, Toji

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Gojo Satoru Hybrid between angel and human

His hair is pearlescent and so are his wings—soft feathers, sharper than blades when he wants them to be. His halo can only be spotted when the sun shines extra bright—like a ring of stardust slowly orbiting his crown.

He doesn’t know his parents, nor which one of them was the angel. But it’s not something he cares much about. People call him Icarus, and he tries to live up to it the way he drowns himself in another’s embrace every new night—never the same one.

Never the same one until you. Another hybrid. No part of Angel, though…

He falls in love with it—all of it—the points of your teeth, the tiny horns that protrude from your hairline, the slim tail adorned with that pretty arrowhead, and the equally sharp look in your eyes as you glare at him with disgust.

He wants to know more. Do have markings in unseen places? How far does your tongue stretch, and is it split down the middle like with a snake? Is it venomous? Is it sweet? Does your skin burn to the touch like the sun does when he flies too close? Or will it be warm and soft and pliable?

He and his angel eyes freak you out. You advise him to leave you alone, the point of your tail threatening to slice his throat open. You’ve been shunned enough by humans—you don’t need to add a snooty angel boy to the fray. 

But then he calls you beautiful. And no one’s called you beautiful before.

Ryomen Sukuna Hellhound

The few times humans have dared try to tame him have all been devasting days of fire and death. Silly humans, thinking they can make him do his bidding like another mutt on a leash—he’ll make them all burn.

But then there’s you. You’re not like the other humans. You don’t come to him with any intention of collaring him. Instead, you have your hands folded together in prayer—sweet scripture leaves your lips, soothing his singed skin until it stops burning.

You wear holy robes and a kind smile on your face, you don’t avert your eyes even as he glares at you with the embers in his own, even as he growls and bares teeth. You don’t ignore him when he speaks, either, even when his tongue comes out split through the middle and all his words reek of smoke. You bathe him in holy water and rinse the soot out of his fur—telling him he’s a good boy.

He feels no desire to bite your hand as you pet his head and stroke his ears—he just ends up wagging his tail. But then again… he is still a hellhound. And you should know better than to feed monsters in the dark…

He leaves his room in the chapel and sniffs yours out—nothing, not even so much as a seal on your door to keep him out. You have too much faith. Your door creaks open, but you remain peacefully asleep—all soft snores as he mounts you with drool dripping down his canines…

Fushiguro Toji Hunter

Rumor has it that something far worse than ogres and trolls travel the forest. Beware of the hunter—all you little nymphs, fauns, and fairies. Some say he’ll stuff you in a bag and sell you, while others argue it’s his appetite that makes him hunt—some even mean it’s just for sport, that he’ll kill and stuff you and mount your head on the wall.

You, a poor forest nymph, are unfortunate enough to get yourself caught in one of his nets. You’re a crying little mess by the time he comes around—begging him not to sell or eat or skin or harvest your wings, barely breathing between the words.

He chuckles and promises you he won’t do any of that stuff, but the smile on his face is enough to convince you he’s possessed by some sort of demon. And as he hauls you up on his shoulder and starts carrying you further into those places you’ve never dared venture, into the thicker parts of the forest where the trees all seem riddled with some type of disease—you can’t help but believe all those rumors you’d heard.

He tells you that his snares and nets are meant for rodents and that he didn’t think fae-folk were dumb enough to get themselves caught by them as he starts cutting into the net to free you—only, he doesn’t stop at the net—but goes for your slik garb next. Whistling as he bares your pretty skin while pinning your small wrists above you in one meaty hand.

His grin is sharper than his knife when he advises you not to struggle, saying he would feel awful if he were to accidentally cut you.

♡ Nanami, Fushiguro, Naoya ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[ponderingmoonlight]

Gojo going berserk after his wife got injured

Pairing: husband!Gojo x reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Warnings: slight injury, language, Gojo being really mad lol

Notes: My dearest @hitori979, this one is dedicated to you! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting me since day 0, always liking and commenting my brainrot. I hope you enjoy this fanfic as a little thank you from me 🤍 How other JJK men react when (y/n) gets hurt here Choso with injured (y/n) who has blood phobia here

„Do you really have to go, babe?“, Satoru’s oh so sweet voice mumbles against your neck.

You know exactly what he’s up to. Satoru always acts this way when you’re about to leave for a mission. How much he hates to see you walk through the door. While he’s fully aware of the fact that you’re a damn strong jujutsu sorcerer, he just dislikes the thought of you getting injured on some stupid mission. If he had it his way, you would stay at home, maybe teach here and there at Jujutsu High, but that’s it.

You are way too precious to risk your life on a mission.

“You know I have to. This is my job, remember? And I have to let you go every day, knowing that you’re not even paying attention. May I remind you that I haven’t been injured for over a year?”, you softly reply.

“That’s not true, I am paying attention!”

You raise your eyebrow demandingly by the way he ignored your last question.

“At least sometimes…Come on babe, this is not fair! Just because you haven’t been injured for some time doesn’t mean you won’t get injured today! Also, I wanted to spend the day with you!”, he complains, arms wrapped around your frame so tightly that it’s getting hard to breathe.

“You always want to spend the day with me. As much as I’d love to stay here, I have to go. Megumi will assist me.”

“I should assist you…”, he mumbles.

“They wouldn’t even send me, then”, you chuckle.

“Promise that you’ll text me, I already threatened Megumi to take care of you.”

“I will, darling. Now let me go or I’ll be late.”

With one last grumble and kiss, he finally lets go of you while you smile to yourself. God, how much you adore your husband. Even though it can be quite challenging from time to time, you admire the way he cares about you.

“I love you”, you shout before you close the door behind you.

“Love you too!”

-later-

“Don’t worry, one or two hours and we’ll be done with this”, you reassure Megumi who stands beside you.

“This doesn’t look good”, he comments.

Unfortunately, he’s right. You don’t know why there are so many curses around, but an uneasy feeling spreads in your guts. This isn’t the right place for a grade 2 sorcerer, let alone a first class student. Well, maybe even you…

“Try to stay behind me. This will get ugly”, you instruct Megumi when another wave of curses appears.

“Gojo-sensei will kill me if you get injured because of me.”

You wink at him while as you unsheathe your sword.

“Who said I will?”

Without wasting another precious minute you sprint forwards, eyes darting around the area. There are so many, way too fucking many, curses around here. This isn’t normal, something is very wrong here. But you don’t have time to think about it any further – Megumi’s and your life depend on your abilities.

You fight off more than 40 curses with ease, slashing your sword over and over. Fuck, this has no end. As soon as you exorcise one curse, two more appear on your sides and try to attack you. With every passing minute it becomes clearer and clearer to you that you won’t be able to complete this mission unscathed with Megumi alone.

“Here are many curses around, I can’t explain why though. It wouldn’t hurt to send some help”, you instruct into your headphone, fully aware of the fact that your husband is able to hear your decent cry for help as well and might freak out.

Where do all of these curses come from? This is a public place, it shouldn’t be possible for them to develop here this well. Expect this aren’t traditional curses…

“I won’t lie to you: Something’s off here. I’m not entirely sure if these are normal curses. Just stand your ground, I already informed the higher ups about this”, you inform Megumi with firm voice, fighting off a curse just before it is able to scratch your face open.

They come from all directions, almost absorbing you. Desperately you fight back with all your abilities, holding onto your sword so tight that your knuckles stand out white. You have to get through all of these curses, you have to find out why they’re here and why on earth so numerous.

But you can’t. Your thoughts wander to Satoru and his words this morning. He’ll definitely go insane when he hears about this. And for a moment, a wave of relief washes over you by that thought. Because this means he’ll come here and end this madness without Megumi getting hurt.

Megumi.

You almost miss the way a curse lunges from behind towards him while he’s busy fighting off three other ones at the same time. Instinctively you sprint forwards as fast as your feet carry you, breath going sharp and fast. No way in hell this thing will hurt Megumi. Not when you’re in charge.

“Bend over!”, you scream on top of your lungs, blade already on its way to cut through that curse.

But just before you hit it, its claws find their way into your face, scratching your forehead slightly before it falls to the ground lifelessly.

You hiss, a stinging pain crawling up your skin. But when you gently scan the spot with your fingertips, only a minor stain of blood shows itself. You let out your breath, relief flooding your body. This is nothing serious, nothing to worry about.

But before you sprint back in action, a reflex holds you back.

“Don’t move an inch, Megumi”, you warn the boy next to you.

In the split of a second, a wave of hollow purple rushes past your orbs, killing every curse on its way. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, heartbeat picking up in an instant. It’s him. It has to be him.

“(y/n)!”, he cries out, large frame suddenly by your side.

“What is this?”, he hisses.

Frantically, his eyes scan your forehead, widen in blank horror.

“Oh, this? Just a minor wound, nothing to worry ab-“

“Nothing to worry about!? You promised to be careful, you promised not to get hurt!”, he literally scolds you while his fingertips inspect your wound.

“Stop that”, you warn him, slapping his hand away.

“I did the best I could but they were just too many. And there are always more to come, look.”

Not even a minute later, dozens of new curses begin to flood the streets.

“We need to get back to work!”

“No”, he interrupts you roughly.

“Not you, you’ll stay here.”

You can’t believe your ears, mouth too stunned to speak for a second. He can’t be serious, right? This is your mission. You won’t give up because a small wound on your forehead that isn’t even bleeding severely.

“This is my mission, Satoru. I will help you exorcising these curses”, you state in all seriousness.

“Oh yeah? Watch me, then.”

You aren’t able to react any further. With breathtaking speed, Satoru lunges from curse to curse, ripping their heads off in the most violent way you have ever seen while all you can do is stare at him in disbelief. Of course you always knew that your husband is not to be trifled with when it comes to his precious wife, but you’ve never thought that his concern would reach as far as him going berserk because of you.

Because of a minor laceration on your forehead.

It doesn’t even take him 30 seconds to kill all the curses entirely, leaving you completely speechless and a little dizzy. When he walks towards you, a maniac smile is plastered on his blood-covered face.

“No one is hurting my wife and gets away with it. Especially not some random curse”, he announces under his breath, gaze still stone cold.

“How are you feeling, love? Is your head doing okay? Did you get injured somewhere else?”

As soon as his eyes meet yours, they are filled with nothing but concern and love, making your heart skip a beat.

“N-No…I’m fine…”, you stutter while getting lost in his bright blue orbs all over again.

His hands roam around your body gently, gaze scanning every inch of you with that worried expression plastered on his face. Moments like these show you with all urgency how much you really mean to your husband.

“I will kill every single curse walking on this earth to save you, (y/n)”, he speaks out with low voice, lips hungrily brushing over yours so strongly expressed that you feel like fainting.

“I’m sorry you were worried”, you mumble against his mouth.

“You’ll never get hurt by a curse again. I’ll make sure of that.”

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

NO BUT I NEED SATORU AND SUKUNA INSIDE OF ME RIGHT NEEOOOWWWWW I CAN TAKE THEM.BOTH!!!!!

❝ Darling, won't you just plead, or should I begin to bleed? ❞

Heian Era!Sukuna Ryomen x ftm!reader x Heian Era!Gojo Satoru | alternate universe, NSFW | sub. bottom. reader (AFAB) | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 5.4

warnings: mentions of murder, dub. con (Gojo Satoru), power imbalance, size difference, threesome, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs, anal sex, spit roasting, triple penetration, tummy bulging, improper use of RCT , marking, possessive sex, degradation, one of Sukuna's cock gets bigger out of spite, unrealistic amounts of cum, AFAB terminology (reader's genitals are referred to with cock, dick, hole, boycunt, boypussy, clit)

“Call off your dog, Sukuna,” he snarls. Sukuna’s grin stretches obscenely and he throws his head back to laugh. Satoru hopes to have hurt your ego — from the tall tales he’s heard of (Y/N), you were known to have a haughty air about you. Satoru is sorely disappointed as he hears you chuckling along with Sukuna. In any other situation, the sweet sounds of your laughter would’ve made his heart flutter. But it’s mixed with Sukuna’s cackling so intricately he shudders at the very thought.

“Come, dog.”

authors note: heed the warnings!!! * YN is described as having long hair because of the heian beauty standard (hair colour and texture not mentioned)!

When the sun sets over the horizon and tucks itself past the peaks of those great mountains, it isn’t unusual for the sounds of burning to follow. Little slivers of suns swaying on top of wax or dancing across oil. Naturally, the burning comes with smoke. Casual tantalizing curls emitting from the evershifting flame; make you wonder if the sun steams and smokes.

Does it stay in the darkness, its company being the dancers of its creation swirling with it to the crackling of its flames? Afterall, if the sun is the king of flames, it would make sense that he has his own concubines.

Your eyes pull away from the sprouts of candles at the edge of the throne. Leaning your head back, you now gaze up at the king of curses as he breathes in the flavourful, addictive, smoke from the burning tobacco and exhales it into the air. He swallows the ghostly concubines. Stealing another king’s treasure. It was like him; he was the true king, after all.

Sukuna pays you no mind. He had called you to lounge with him, had Uruame prepare you for a night of passion despite not yet touching you. He had simply tapped his lap and you filled out the space by cushioning your head on his big thigh.

He’s dressed in auspiciously white garments, the expensive material has you wondering what’s in store for the both of you. The King of Curses does not need primping. Even so, he is dressed loosely. The mouth on his stomach is visible and one of his sleeves threatens to fall from his shoulder. The hand holding the smoke pipe allows itself to be pushed while the lower pair holds onto your hips. He stares down at you, his four eyes glinting silently in question. You’re practically kneeling on his lap and you barely reach the bottom half of his lips.

“Do you recall how many people I’ve killed for their insolence?” his tone is drawled out, a tinge of amusement hidden behind the baritones. “Yes, my King. I’ve always enjoyed watching you destroy them,” your hands curl around the bulging muscles of his chest and you trace up the tattoos he has to reach his shoulders.

Sukuna takes you in. Uruame had outdone themselves. You’re dressed in his favourite colours. Nothing too restrictive, the layers were enough to entice but not to invoke annoyance. Japanese politeness and grace are interwoven into every stitch despite your less-than-innocent gaze. You’ve always had the prettiest eyes; he remembers jesting that he’d pluck them out to put into a jar just so he could see them every day. They trial the shape of your lips, painted with the shades of flower petals that bloom in the light of the heavens; he thinks the irony is all the more poetic.

Your mouth and heaven do not go hand-in-hand. It’s pure sin. From that wicked, silver, tongue to your saccharine-sweet smile to that spine-shivering laugh.

You were hell-born. Just like he was.

Gently, you slip your digits under the fabric of his shoulder and he watches you and your actions impassively. Four eyes give him more room to admire you with, whatever part of you. He imagines you mean to smooth out the — imaginary — wrinkles as your palm slips up and down his broad shoulders. Your touching earns a firm squeeze to your hips, his hands are so large they cover the entirety of your back. And when they squeeze it makes your eyes flutter. He could snap you in half with just one hand. Barely use any of his strength — Sukuna could kill you as an afterthought, toss your beautiful body aside, and never think of you again.

But he doesn’t.

“You are getting impatient, boy.” The hand on his chest could feel that rumbling. Your throne — his lap — moves and you let yourself be placed according to his will. Sukuna sets you back on his lap and splays you out with a look. You stretch out on him — if you were a cat your tail would’ve curled coyly into the air just under his chin.

“It is late, Your Grace.”

The only lights left were from the candles and pools of oil ignited.

“You are passion and flame and I’ve been prepared for you to alight.”

He thinks your flowery words are adorable but unneeded. Sukuna props his face on his knuckles as he gazes down at your exposed legs. They’re practically glowing and the scent of oil entices his cocks. The mouth on his stomach splits and his tongue curls over the teeth there - you giggle at the sight.

“You want me to fuck you,” he smirks sharply, “and I am telling you to wait, brat.”

“For what?” You prop yourself on your elbows, brows pinched. “The servant that prepared me has his head tossed into a hole and yet I can still feel his little prick inside of me.”

Taking Ryomen Sukuna’s cocks was not an easy feat. For the common man, a few fingers and oil would do. For a beast that is your king, a generous pour of oil and a man pumped with herb aphrodisiacs was needed. None of the men would ever reach completion and neither did you — Sukuna would not allow it.

They would fuck you but once Uruame felt that you were stretched enough to gape, they’d pull the man away and bring him to the courtyard. A hole would be dug and the naked man would be beheaded. His penis was tossed in there to be buried and forgotten. No one should live to tell the tale of preparing Sukuna’s precious concubine. They should be honoured they were chosen but they’ll never be seen again. Those poor bastards. At least they were useful before they died.

Mirth sparks in his eyes.

“I spoil you,” and at that, you bashfully turn away. “I deserve to be spoiled.”

A greeting comes from across the long hall. The servants next to the doors rise from their bowed positions and it slides open to reveal Uruame and a man touched by frost behind them. Uruame is kneeling, and the man is not.

“Your Grace,” Uruame bows deeper.

“The head of the Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru. As you requested.”

His skin was pale and his hair paler. You’re certain if the sun rose he’d turn all but translucent. The flicker from the candles attempts to cast shadows across his small face but they cannot darken those sky-blue eyes. Uruame had announced he was from the Gojo clan but, you’ve only ever seen such blue eyes from white men — he doesn’t appear to have been sired by one. You doubt they’d even let the head of their clan be of a mixed race.

Gojo Satoru is a freak of nature. He is a curse in the shape of a man.

“Does he not know how to bow?” Your purring tone is gone. It’s cold as Uruame’s technique. Sukuna eases it back with a deliberate squint of his eye.

“Bring him in. Then leave, Uruame.” They bow deeper (if that was even possible) and after Satoru steps through, Uruame is hidden by the sliding doors once again.

“Have you reconsidered my offer, sorcerer?” Satoru’s brows are furrowed, and his long sleeves hide his hands but from the flex of his shoulders you know they are clenched.

Rising from your throne you make your down the platform. Every step exposes your delicious thighs and legs and it is so indecent it makes Satoru’s ire falter. The sleeves of your outfit drag onto the floor and it weighs down the fabric around your shoulder; your neck and your clavicle down to the whisper of your chest has Satoru’s ears blush.

You walk in a half-circle to his right, your eyes set into a glare that disappears as slips from his eyesight. Satoru knows he should not let you get behind him but turning his head away from Sukuna seems more damning. Sukuna says nothing of your less-than-inviting nature, his silence prompting Satoru to speak. “To serve you or die?” he scowls. “The Gojo clan will not serve you, Ryomen Sukuna.” Sukuna sighs, placing his smoke pipe down as he frowns. “So you have come all the way here to waste my time and to die. So typical of you sorcerers.”

“If you wish for my clan to serve you, we require more than empty promises.” Satoru’s tone was akin to the sound of the first arrow whistling through the wind, the growl he let out being the twang of the released drawstring. Regret beads down the back of his neck as he feels the sharp edge of a curved dagger pressed against the hill of his throat.

“You ask my king to fulfill wishes? Do you think him a genie?” the shape of his teeth familiarizes themselves as his jaw clenches. The blade is a cursed object, it mewls and groans faintly; the opal colour breathing as it soaks in his blood.

“Call off your dog, Sukuna,” he snarls. Sukuna’s grin stretches obscenely and he throws his head back to laugh. Satoru hopes to have hurt your ego — from the tall tales he’s heard of (Y/N), you were known to have a haughty air about you. Satoru is sorely disappointed as he hears you chuckling along with Sukuna. In any other situation, the sweet sounds of your laughter would’ve made his heart flutter. But it’s mixed with Sukuna’s cackling so intricately he shudders at the very thought.

“Come, dog.”

With a curl of a finger, Satoru is able to breathe. You make your way to Sukuna, kneeling as you reach the top of the platform and crawl right onto his lap. The dagger slipped under the fabric around your waist.

“You are certainly an arrogant man, sorcerer. Your haughty clans fail to have taught you any diplomatic manners.”

“Diplomatic?” Satoru barks out a laugh. You narrow your eyes, bemused. “You’re a tyrant, King of Curses! The villages you’ve burned to the ground, the clans you’ve wiped out! Diplomacy? You’re taking the piss!”

Sukuna spots the curls of your lips and when glance up at him, he concurs that you do deserve to be spoiled because the two of you share the same thoughts.

This Satoru, this stubborn man; he would make a fine collection for both of you if he could survive a night.

“You require more than my word to serve me? Very well.” The nudging from your side earns him a purr and with your back turned to Satoru, you shed the fabrics. Blue eyes watch in confusion as they watch you kneel and push away the clothes from Sukuna’s shoulder.

“My darling dog has been hungry. He’s insatiable, every part of him.” One of his hands holds your chin and turns it so Satoru has a clear view of your side profile with your lips pushed forward.

“From his painted lips.”

Another hand slips down the waist of your outfit and it gives way to show the small of your back. Nearly the entirety of your back is marked from Sukuna’s lips, teeth, nails, and hands like a canvas of artwork.

“To his tight holes. You cannot see it, sorcerer, but he is clenching around the tip of my finger. Hungry.”

The hilt of your dagger is askew but neither paid it any mind. There’s more rustling and you’re almost completely naked as you obediently let yourself be displayed.

“Ah!” The wet squelch of a tongue makes your back straighten and your fingers spasm as they tighten their hold on Sukuna’s robes.

“His useless cock is already leaking.”

“What are you asking of me, Sukuna?” Satoru speaks through gritted teeth. But his skin is so pale it betrays his weak resolve. Those reddened cheeks and ears, the racing heartbeat; Sukuna doesn’t need four eyes to know that Satoru’s dick was interested in whatever is being offered.

“Fuck my darling boy and your family will not be cursed by me while they serve me, Satoru.”

“W — What?” he sputters. Meanwhile, you’re all but melting as the sounds continue. He sees your ass trembling as your expression melts in pleasure.

Sukuna arches a pointed brow as his hand tugs the clothes of your body and it flutters onto the ground in a fancy display. There you are. Naked as the day you were born. Satoru should look away; but how does one pull their sights away from a body carved by the devil? Angelic in all the wrong ways, temptation sticks to your skin like perfume and Satoru is not a saint but he feels as though a single touch would damn him. In fact, just looking at you is dangerous.

“Are you a virgin? Or is my concubine not to your taste?”

Your nail digs through Sukuna’s shoulder. So his large tongue sweeps below your drenched cunt to soothe your irritation.

“I warn you to answer that question with caution, Gojo Satoru,” you hiss out.

“Perhaps he’s not a fan of men,” Sukuna reasons. “Common men perhaps. Are you calling me common, My King?” the squelching sound of your nails digging in makes streams of crimson slip down Sukuna’s skin and the sight of it has Satoru gasping (again).

“Put your claws away, boy. As if I would sink my cock into a common man. No, I take you like a proper bitch. This body may be different, but this tight hole?”

Satoru watches a tongue appear from Sukuna’s palm. The pink muscle pushes in and the rim of your asshole easily gives in, back arching further to assist. "And this?" Satoru sees the dexterous muscle from his stomach curl. A tongue larger than any he's ever seen, squirming its way inside of you from the front, and it makes you gasp airily in pleasure as it eagerly wriggles deeper.

“A body made to be fucked, to be left leaking with cum for days. And it is rare, Satoru, for it to leak with cum that isn’t mine.”

Satoru takes a tentative step back, shame coursing through him as he tears his eyes down.

“This is — This is dishonorable — “

“If you walk through that door, Satoru, you’ve sealed the fate of your clan to be erased forever.”

You moan as his tongue grows longer and those bloody fingers wrap around Sukuna’s thick neck. The mask on Sukuna’s face, the eyes on it, narrow the tiniest bit.

“And you’d offend my concubine greatly. He’ll enjoy murdering each and every one of your clan members for the disrespect.”

The candles shudder as the wind blows through the slits of the wood. It causes the flames to dance and the shame Satoru is experiencing to be swallowed down. He is frozen there for a moment, your sighs of pleasure like a siren call to hell. Sukuna’s great tongue hides behind a row of teeth, the grin most likely identical to the one he wears on his face, as Satoru approaches the steps of the platform.

“Come, Gojo Satoru.”

Climbing up the stairs was akin to walking to the gates of hell. Satoru can see the sheen of sweat on the back of your neck. He wonders if every part of tastes like heaven. Your tears, your slick, your sweat, your cum, your blood. Without even laying your hand on him once and you've already destroyed him, (Y/N).

"Kneel." Sukuna's words are a vow. An agreement. If Satoru's knees had settled onto the wooden floor, he'd have sealed the fate of his entire clan to serve under Ryomen Sukuna. His pupils quake, taking a sharp intake of breath as he tries to steady his heart.

Your hands invade his vision. The palms of Sukuna's concubine are soaked in crimson — was that why they were so soft? Your nails still have Sukuna's blood and the feeling makes spiders crawl up his spine.

"Gooseflesh rippling?" You whisper as your naked body finally earns his focus. You're in a puddle of your clothes, kneeling before him. Tilting your head, you surge upwards and press your forehead with his. His eyes may be haunting but yours are unforgettable.

It reminds him of the first time he'd ever peered into the darkness of the woods behind his clan's estate. How the light never reaches past the woodline. The silence. The way his brain made up shapes and faces and beings and curses and you.

In that memory, there you are. Between the mighty trees, what little light did reach you making your eyes reflect it back; as if you didn't have a soul yourself and all you can do is pretend.

"Kneel, boy." You say and Satoru's knees buckle.

The thud that resounds was final. Your grin is terrifying. Sukuna looms over your shoulder and his eyes are glowing with excitement.

Gojo Satoru had made a deal with two devils.

"Good sorcerer," your face comes closer and your lips acquaintances themselves with his. They're pillowy and soft. Blood rushes south despite Satoru's conflicted feelings. If he pretends you're not who you are, perhaps he can delude himself into thinking you're someone he loved; a man he wishes to devour; Violet eyes, black hair, upturned eyes with a voice that'd make angels sigh.

That image disappears as he feels your fingers wrap around his throat. You say nothing. But the second Satoru's eyes shoot open, he sees the unamused expression on your face.

"Now, don't get yourself killed so early on in the night, Satoru," Sukuna muses out. His lower hand reaches to grasp the nape of your neck and it squeezes hard enough for Satoru to hear your bones wheeze under pressure.

"Come here, darling." You turn away with a huff.

Satoru doesn't know what to do with himself so he is content to watch as you undress Sukuna. The King of Curses watches, enraptured by your movement as his torso is now bare of anything. The mouth on his stomach, that monstrous tongue, wets your chest and you simply shudder but continue your task.

"My concubine can be rather pouty when he isn't paid attention to. Best to not let your mind wander, Satoru."

You scowl, bending over to mouth at Sukuna's crotch as he holds the back of your head. The sight of your dripping cunt and ass has Satoru's cock rising to attention.

"How dare he even do so. I'll slice his cock off," Sukuna thinks the sight would be amusing but he simply guides your head lower.

There were rumours of Ryomen Sukuna's endowment.

If he had another pair of everything, did that mean his cock was the same?

Satoru wonders how you aren't split in half as he sees Sukuna's cocks twitching in your grasp. They're thick and heavy, bumping into each other as they perk up from your attention. The tip of it is nearly bright red, angry, and demanding a hole to sink into. The veins on it must make you keen often because you tongue at them with a pleased grin.

"Satoru." He tears his eyes away from the sight. Sukuna smiles at him, ignoring your pleased groans as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth while your hand strokes over the other.

"Feast, Satoru."

The command is so simple yet so vague. Satoru can't quite comprehend it. So he stares at Sukuna then at you, kneeling before your King with the most obscene noises coming from your mouth. There was no way the phallus could even comfortably rest on your tongue, each the length of your face and as thick as your wrist.

It must be uncomfortable. He must have other concubines for this exact reason. There was simply no way you alone could please him.

Your head rises from between your shoulders, and a long stroke from the base to the tip of his cock has Sukuna exhaling through his nose; he sees you bob up and then down. A minute gagging noise slips through but then you widen your knees and somehow you dip your head low.

"That's it, darling. Take your fill."

He wasn't lying when he said you were greedy. Satoru pushes himself to stand and Sukuna would usually kill men for not bowing their heads to the floor but he wants to see what the white-haired man intends to do.

Cheeks sucked in, eyebrows sloped delicately as your jaw strains to keep itself intact. Sukuna is well-endowed, big, humongous, huge — whatever other synonym you'd use to describe big cock(s). You feel someone move your bangs out of the way.

"He's halfway down..." Satoru had seen a lot in his life. From the fantastical curse techniques of other sorcerers to the nightmare-inducing curses, the wealth from his clan members also assists the opulence he's known since birth. The whores his uncles had given to him as a gift for his birthday — the array of positions they knew, of how willing they were to do whatever he asked with a grin even if it involved humiliating themselves or him.

But he'd never seen a man as handsome as you take such a monstrous dick in his mouth with no effort. The stretch of your lips, the smear of the red pigment around it, and on Sukuna's cock.

"Beautiful, isn't he?" Sukuna boasts. "Usually, the other concubines look like fishes speared on a pike when they take me into their mouths." Your eyes open in a glare and Satoru placates it by stroking your temple with his thumb.

"Not even a mention?" Satoru's inquiry earns a chuckle from Sukuna. "No. He will not allow it, if I wasn't so far down his mouth I'm sure he would've pulled away to complain." The hand on your head is not Sukuna's but it holds you firmly in place.

"How do you even fuck the other concubines?" Satoru wonders.

"(Y/N) usually slaughters them a week after I've brought them in." Satoru's shock weakens his hold, so you pull away with a cough and frown deeply up at the two men.

"I do not slaughter them! They just so happened to have ill-fated ends." You squeeze his cock one more time before turning your attention to his lower half, kissing it sweetly on its head before smearing his precum all over your lips, the smell of it making your cheeks warmer than it already was.

Truly, (Y/N). You didn't need to play this part of a proper highborn so astutely. Even if you beheaded the last concubine he had in front of him instead of summoning a curse to slam into it, resulting in the palanquin and the concubine within it along with her attending ladies being thrown off a cliff and mangled beyond words; he wouldn't have punished you.

It was your right to exorcise whoever you needed to so long as it didn't interfere with Sukuna's will. It pleased him to make you bridled with rage to result in murder, why wouldn't it? The blood that painted you from your head to your toes. It cannot all be his doing.

His dearest concubine, you mustn't get queasy so quickly. Show him the lines you'll cross to ensure he remains yours. Kill whoever you please, maim the sorcerers who take him away from you, burn down villages, and bask in their cries and their pain with him.

Hide your giggles behind your silk sleeves if you must but don't you dare hide your amusement of carnage from him; command curses to tear men apart and slice women to shreds. Everything is yours, (Y/N). Everything you wish for, everything you ask for, everything you need, and everything you didn't even think you required.

The world is yours.

"Of course," he grins and the tongue from his stomach reaches out to lick your cheek.

"Astonishing," Satoru mutters. Concubines killing each other aren't anything new though he sincerely doubts the others truly understood what they were getting into when they became Sukuna's. "Thank you," you reply after combing your hair back to take his other cock in your mouth.

Satoru feels overdressed and Sukuna was not in the business of doing that task for him. So he sheds his layers, the symbols of crane wings embroidered in the sleeves shimmer gloriously up at him. Satoru folds them over to hide it.

He will need to forget about everything else tonight. If he wishes to remain sane or tolerate the both of you — he will use his other head to guide him.

"Milky skin." You purr from Sukuna's lap. "Pale as the moon. Eyes as blue as the sky. I would kill you if you lived in this palace."

Satoru scoffs, standing with his cock twitching in the cool breeze.

"How fortunate for the both of us that I don't live here then." He hisses as your grasp onto his semi-hard dick.

"Even the hairs here are white. What a pretty cock." The feeling of your velvet tongue on his tip makes his breath shudder. It's nowhere close to Sukuna's length —or girth —but that doesn't cause him disappointment. He's longer than average, his cockhead poking the back of your throat, and veiny, mainly on his sides.

"Good weight," he moans as your lips trace the prominent veins, painting his blushing cock with your marks. Satoru doesn't understand what you want to him to say to the comment, a thank you seemed unbecoming and anything else would be odd. So he says nothing and just caresses your jaw to guide your mouth forward.

"Take your fill, (Y/N)."

The position you're in is not entirely new. You've taken Uraume and Sukuna together before. Witt their sex is in your mouth while your King takes you from behind. Ah, what fond memories. You really should invite the ever-so-loyal servant into your bed once again.

What a talented mouth they had. Such vigor to please you, adoration pouring from them with every flick of their tongue.

Sukuna is still a possessive lover. That did not change. But he does find amusement in the way you ache for Uraume's body and something about the way Uraume strokes themselves to completion as they watch the two of you fuels him with pride.

But enough about your lovely Uraume.

Satoru had placed his robes beneath your knees and so you suck in your cheeks as thanks as you suck on his length. Your hands were on his knee and his fingers held a fistful of your hair. The silken cloth beneath you makes you inch forward with each thrust from Sukuna.

"The way he's stretched around me. Satoru, I'll save his other hole for you to fuck, this one is all mine," his hips are flushed against your ass. He can feel your cunt attempting to push him out, resisting the stretch that would've killed others, as cursed energy flows through your body. It would ebb away, the need to heal yourself, as your body gets used to his size but fuck does it make Sukuna grin absolutely monstrous at the very fact you even need to do so.

You can't blame him. It's not like he'd never hurt you in any way you didn't like.

Your thighs are clenched tightly around his other cock. Luscious thighs slicked with oil that had been conveniently placed nearby and making sounds almost as obscenely as your filled cunt.

Satoru's jaw is loose. Throaty groans and appreciative moans rewarding your efforts as your nose presses against the patch of pubic hair he has. Diamonds line your waterline as you breathe through your nose, the back of your throat squeezing around Satoru's cock.

"Fuck!" He pulls you away, stroking himself furiously with one hand and holding your head in the other. The expression on your face should be preserved forever, Satoru thinks. So that future men will wish to be born in the same era as you.

His brows furrow in annoyance at how ethereal you look.

You should look whorish — which you do! But there's something unreal about it. Picture perfect, an embodiment of lust, depravity that beckons with that wet tongue and wetter eyes.

"S'kuna! Oh, yes, yes — Darling, you fill me so well!" Your voice is hoarse as you're jostled back and forth, nails leaving claw marks on the wooden floors. Satoru lets go of your head and you stretch out like a cat, the top half melting as your back arches into a perfect position.

Sukuna kneads at the mounds of your ass, splitting it apart to watch your asshole winking back at him while he holds your waist. It's brutal how he fucks you. Satoru stands and backs away to watch, his breath coming out in barely there white puffs and his heartbeat drumming through his ears.

"Fuh - fuck! Mpfh! Ngh — Your cocks are beautiful, they fill me so well," He tightens his hold on you and the moan you let out as he moves your body makes Satoru's cum bead on his tip.

Sukuna chuckles as he sees Satoru cursing and wiping away his shame. "You've never been in a room where people aren't salivating over you have you, sorcerer?" Satoru frowns pointedly at his condescending tone.

"Hah! I feel you in my stomach — You're — !"

"Must you belittle me any chance you get? Are you trying to compensate for something?" Satoru retorts. It makes Sukuna bark out a laugh. Strong biceps curl and flex as he rights your upper half so that it's pressed to his front.

On display for Satoru with Sukuna's greediest mouth curling around your chest to tease your chest.

"Compensate, is that the word you used?"

Between your slicked thighs, his cock spears through them in tandem with the one inside you. Satoru's eyes widen at the sight of the prominent bump poking from your stomach. The fact that you aren't dead is a clear testament to your skills — both in bed and in battle.

"I've heard no one has ever cut his skin," Satoru kneels again in front of you, nose curling at the dexterous muscle that flicks at his chin. "I know Reverse Curse Technique is a useful skill to have...but I never thought you'd be so perverse to use it so shamelessly."

"Get off your high horse, S — Mfh! That feel s'good — Satoru!"

"Wrong name," Sukuna growls near your ear. It manages to split Satoru's lips into a smirk as he cups your chest in each hand. It's slicked with saliva and he ignores the disgust he feels as he locks his lips with yours. Sweet as ever, despite the saltiness that lingers on your tongue.

"If his cunt is yours," Satoru pants out between kissing you. His thumb tweaking your nipples between his index, his cock hanging heavily as it fills up once again.

"Then he'll have to face away. I'll take his ass," he bites down on your lower lip. The sensation of his teeth and Sukuna's rough palms tightening their grip on you have you squealing in pleasure. His hips pause, it gives you enough time to form words while the men stare each other down for a second.

Sukuna was beginning to miss Uraume's presence. They never glared at him with open animosity, unadulterated wanting and greedily claiming your chest with a grip that'd leave bruises.

The shadows of a scowl crossed his face. Insolent little brat. But so fucking gorgeous. Strong too, from what he's heard.

He wasn't anywhere near as beautiful or strong as you but Sukuna has always had a penchant for these types. No one walks all over him. But he does find it amusing when pretty faces are so defiant — or when their heads are staked on a pike with crows plucking their eyes out.

You're breath shudders as Sukuna pulls you off his cock, leaning onto Satoru. He wraps his arms around you, eyelids fluttering at the feeling of your wet lips tracing his jaw while your body is all but boneless.

He inhales sharply as you grab his cock. "Thankfully, you're not — hah — completely incompetent in the sack. Impressive stamina, sorcerer." That, he could say thank you too. So he does.

Satoru is kind as he maneuvers you to face your beloved. Was that irritation in his chest at how excitedly you allowed Sukuna to claim your lips? Gods, no.

"Get closer," you said as you glanced at him over your shoulder. "If the both of you are going to fuck me, get closer."

What was it that Sukuna told him to do again?

Feast?

You can't tell where your pleasure begins or ends. Every nerve was set aflame and you weren't even sure if your body could've survived this if it weren't for your cursed energy.

Because from behind you, Satoru's thick member is spearing you again and again with Sukuna's. The idea of Satoru's cock inside of you seemed to have upset him enough to want to...accompany it in its endeavors. The sorcerer is hypnotized by the way your rim furls and unfurls on his blushing dick, how it greedily squeezes down every time he hits home and bumps his cockhead with Sukuna's. Even though their cum was creating a frothy ring of white at his base — he seems intent on pumping you with more and more and more. Marking your insides as white as his hair. He spreads your cheeks apart, groaning each time he does, and fuck, he's filthy as he whispers into your ear.

"You take us so fucking well. Like a proper whore, huh?"

"I'm not — I'm not a whore, you —"

Then, at the front, Sukuna's displeasure at Satoru's brazen attitude was taken out on your cunt. Still, you take all of him in because what concubine would you be if you couldn't? Your pride was on the line and you'd rather claw your own eyes out than let it be broken down.

His cock was inside of your cunt. You were more than pleased.

Sukuna's face floats above yours, his hands gripping everywhere while Satoru was chased off to just handle your ass. Though even then, he'd grab a handful of each cheek just to leave bitemarks on it — and annoy Satoru.

"Look at you," he groans out. His vermillion eyes are hooded with lust as he cradles your face.

You were perfection. A filthy little demon made to accompany him until the end of time. Your brows sloped so prettily, eyes hazy and lashes clumped together with tear streaks down your face. Lips red and bruised, neck littered with angry and dark marks.

"My King, my beloved, I — Oh, fuck, I'm close, I'm close," you whimper for what felt like the 5th time that night alone.

Why you were cumming? You weren't even sure.

The aching stretch of both holes as your brain is wrecked with too much pleasure is causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Your hands spasm from within one of Sukuna's hands and your whole body shakes as you feel yourself cum again.

"Ah, shit!" Satoru groans as he pulls out, frowning as cum follows his departure and drops onto the floor. "You're just as awful as he is," he hisses out to Sukuna as he glares at the way the cock he'd been sharing your ass with stopped growing. Snug as a bug as it plugged you up. Satoru had already been close, with a few more thrusts he'd be filling you up once again. Then, what he thought was you tightening up turned out to be Sukuna making his cock so big it made the fit painful.

Fucking asshole.

"If I was as awful as he was, I would've cleaved the top of your head off, Gojo." Sukuna grabs your ass and your wanton mewl makes both men twitch.

His thrusting picks up its speed and you fight back his hold to wrap your arms around his neck. Sukuna allows it. He's close. You can tell. He's close and like a child, he decides he's the only one allowed to flood your insides with his cum, overflow your body until it forgets the taste of Gojo Satoru's.

"Sukuna, Sukuna — My lover, my beloved," you manage a dopey grin as you messily mould your lips together.

"Cum with me, Sukuna."

He's wonderfully loud when he does. Violent too. His nails digging into your waist and ass while he thrusts himself balls deep inside of you. Satoru's amazed your body hadn't given out — amazed at your endurance and how your cursed energy levels hadn't once seemed to deflate once in the time the three of you had been naked.

He shouldn't hope for it — but Satoru wonders how you would fare in a fight with himself. In fact, he cums into his own fist and onto the floor at the very thought.

Sukuna groans as you squeeze around him, another orgasm washing over you in pathetic spurts of wetness from your cunt.

Soft panting fills the air. The two servants by the door rise from their knees to slide the door open and Uraume walks in with three women behind them.

"Fuck," Satoru should scramble to get off his kneeled position but his body is too pumped with pleasure to even process the command. "Oh, don't feel shame, sorcerer," Sukuna muses out.

The King of Curses leans back, settling on his throne with you in his lap and still snuggly inside of your holes. Uraume comes to your back, and two girls tend to Sukuna, gracefully wiping him down while Uraume does the same to you.

The other girl does the same to Satoru and he simply tosses his head back as he falls back onto his calves, groaning at the cool water.

"They've heard everything already. Your sacrifice for your clan. How noble."

A weak giggle comes from the mess of limbs on Sukuna's torso. It's still one of the most heart-fluttering sounds Satoru had ever listened to and he hates how his cheeks reddens once again as you lift your head to smile at him.

"So very noble, Gojo Satoru."

[satorustyles]

you can't fall asleep (sukuna x reader one shot)

pairing: sukuna x reader

warnings: none, just so much fluff! and soft sukuna, maybe? he's just not the typical angry and super duper evil dude in this one.

word count: 1,512

GOJO VERSION OF THIS ONE SHOT HERE!

NANAMI VERSION OF THIS ONE SHOT HERE!

It was game night.

It's the one night of the week when you, Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara gather in the living room for an endless evening of video games. The PS5 was a present given to the four of you from your ever-loving, mostly annoying sensei Gojo Satoru last Christmas. Since then, it was tradition for the four of you to spend an evening together, with pizza and burgers and a shameless amount of slander against each other.

But tonight was different.

You won't be able to join them because you're sick. Headaches. Nausea. Dry coughs and the flu. It was all because of the most recent mission you've been on alone, and it already took its toll on you. Your three friends insisted on moving game night to a different date, but you didn't want them to postpone further. You've been sick for three days already, and for three nights, they adjusted for you. Tomorrow was the start of a new week, meaning you could likely end your streak of having weekly game nights. And you didn't want that.

"Guys, it's just one night. I won't die if I miss one." You told them with a shaky laugh, the cough in your lungs threatening to bark its way out your throat with every huff of your breath.

"y/n," Yuuji started as he walked over to your weak body on your bed, patting your shoulder gently. He had the most serious, determined look on his face. "I'll win this for you."

You smiled at how adorable he was and decided to play along. "Thank you, Yuuji. You're my hero."

The evening stretched on, and as you stayed on your bed, your friends yelled over each other in triumph and defeat, followed by loud laughs that would jerk you awake. Your head pounded at the loud sounds coming from the living room. Despite the closed door, you could still clearly make out their voices and their stomping across the wooden floor.

It only made your head hurt more.

But you didn't have the heart to get out of bed and ask them to be a little quieter. It's been a long week for everyone, not only for you. Megumi and Yuuji completed a mission before you, and Nobara was sent to accompany Toge after your expedition. It was a busy week for all of you, and game night was a way of easing everyone from their exhaustion.

"Megumi you prick!" Nobara shrieked, and your head pounded at the high-pitched tone. "I'm going to fucking kill you on the next round!"

You sighed to yourself, massaging your temples while your other hand struggled to pull your blanket closer to your chest. It was freezing. Your socks and the thick covers didn't help your case at all.

"That's how a game works, you loser!" Megumi shot back just as loudly. Then thuds. You could picture the two of them on the floor strangling each other.

Oh how you love them so much.

"Shut up, you brats!"

Your heart stopped. Silence followed after the sudden and unexpected outburst.

Despite your current state, it didn't take long for you to recognize Sukuna's voice coming from Yuuji's body. He seemed to have taken over while the other two were arguing.

Considering the abrupt silence, Megumi and Nobara must have also been shocked. The only sound that could be heard was the background music that still played on the screen.

"Not even an ounce of consideration for your poor comrade. Even an old man and a newborn baby would startle awake by your gaudiness!"

Your heart hammered against your chest when you realized that Sukuna was talking about you. Then, footsteps padded across the floor before your door was opened, and you froze in your place, closing your eyes and hoping that your breathing didn't sound too erratic.

"Just cut the act. I know you're awake." Sukuna mumbled next to you and you slightly flinched, surprised that he was immediately by your side. He turned your night lamp on, illuminating the darkness of the room.

You realized there was no point in even pretending. You sighed, opening your eyes and coming face to face with the King of Curses himself, his red eyes staring down at you and his lips curled in a slight smirk. 

"What do you want." You croaked out. Your throat was already dry.

"Here to help you," He replied nonchalantly as if it was the most normal thing to do. "It was about time that brat brought me out. Couldn't even think about helping or at least leaving you a glass of water."

As if on cue, he places a tall glass of water on your bedside table before gesturing for you to sit up. "Have a drink. I brought some painkillers."

You slowly sat up, leaned your back against the headboard and took a pill before popping it in your mouth. Sukuna then handed you the glass, and you were quick to gulp everything down in seconds. The liquid felt satisfying running down your dry throat.

"Thanks." You sighed. You then nodded at the door. "You can let Yuuji out now. I'm sure he wants to play more. You've done enough."

You didn't mean to sound like a jerk. Technically, you were still confused about where you stood with your—friendship? Relationship?—with Sukuna, after Yuuji has been teasing you that Sukuna wouldn't stop talking about you in his head when you first encountered him. He would find ways to take over Yuuji's body, even resorting to bribery and negotiation just to get himself out. He wouldn't admit it himself, but he's been so taken by you that he always craved your presence.

"The brat and I made a deal. He won't let me out for a week starting tomorrow if I could have an evening with you."

Your stomach fluttered. You tried to shrug it off as the occasional nausea that you felt, but deep down, you knew that you had a soft spot for the King of Curses as well.

"I—" You tried to say something after a moment's silence, but Sukuna was already up and going over to the other side of the bed. You could only stare up at him, dumbfounded.

"Move over a little, yeah?" He muttered quietly, and you found yourself obliging. You could only watch as he made himself comfortable next to you, the black markings on his face and shoulders more prominent underneath the light of your lamp. The tight black shirt that Yuuji wore emphasized the muscles on his arms and chest and you could feel the heat slowly creeping up to your neck. You were subconsciously imagining what it would be like if Sukuna had a body of his own.

It would be chaos for everyone.

For you.

"Come on now, don't be shy." Sukuna teased with an amused smile as he stretched one arm over your head, urging you to get closer to him. But you could only stare at him, still processing everything, asking yourself whether or not you had fallen asleep and were already dreaming.

He sighed in defeat before letting his arm wrap around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his body. He then took your arm and let it rest across his stomach, guiding your head to rest on his chest.

"Better?" He whispered. In fact, it was better. The warmth radiating off his body helped alleviate the coldness you felt, and he also took the liberty of pulling the covers above the two of you.

You felt rigid against him and you knew that he thought it as well.

"Come on, you little brat," He sighed, but he sounded fond and soft, unlike his usual, annoyed tone. "Relax yourself. I'm not going to bite you. Unless you want me to, of course..."

He received a weak slap across his stomach and laughed lightly, taking advantage of hugging you closer to him. He let his longer legs intertwine with yours, exuding warmth down your feet and ankles. His hand then reached up to run his fingers through your hair, softly massaging your scalp while his other hand held onto your arm and kept you from pulling away from him.

You've never felt so relaxed tonight. Everything felt so much better, warmer, cozier...

You were finally dozing off, happy that your body found the comfort and peace it sought hours ago. You couldn't even bring yourself to feel so reserved around Sukuna anymore, and you found yourself nuzzling closer to him, rubbing your cheek against his chest.

"Thank you," You mumbled sleepily, your hand sliding underneath his shirt and feeling the warmth of his stomach on your trembling palm. He just exudes so. Much. Warmth.

You felt his lips on your forehead, keeping it there for a long time. His hand rested above yours, just outside the cloth of his shirt.

"Sleep, my darling." He whispered against your skin. "Recover. I'll keep a look out for you tonight."

It was safe to say that you didn't want the evening to end. 

[noroi1000]

Limitless power for you

Paring: curse Gojo x fem reader (human)

Warnings: Slight Yandere, depression, death

"Satoru please... Come back to me..." you murmured as you curled up in the pillow.

The days without him passed inexorably.

Especially after you found out your Satoru died.

Your life was less important than his. Then why did he die instead of you??

Why did he go somewhere without telling you where.

And then you found out that your beloved boyfriend died...

Someone killed him? Or something?

You couldn't find out. You were an ordinary man.

His superiors judged you for not being a sorcerer. They even threatened you. They blamed you for being the cause of Gojo Satoru's death. The strongest sorcerer.

Even though you can admit they were almost happy in some way.

At last, whoever was breaking their rules so much is now gone.

And they don't have to deal with it.

There will be someone else to replace him. Someone else special grade.

Besides, he was blamed by other superiors. Because it was after his birth that more and more powerful curses began to appear. Just to keep the balance of power.

So now, when an even stronger curse appears, who could save the world?

You wondered why you didn't live in your house.

Why did you run away to your apartment?

Maybe it's because everything in your house reminds you that he was with you.

Here you see everything related to it. Your shared moments.

But unfortunately. You have to move out of here tomorrow.

Tonight is the last night you can sleep here. There are other people who rented this apartment instead of you.

You had until the end of the month. Today is the last day.

Tomorrow others are coming to live here instead of you.

You must leave the house tomorrow morning. And you won't be able to come back here again.

You have another house. Your beloved house where you live with Satoru.

But he's not there anymore...

All your stuff is there.

But you were too afraid to be there.

Too much.

The house is so sad and quiet without him.

How are you supposed to live there in such a big house all by yourself?

It will be a terrible feeling of loneliness.

You don't want anyone else. You just want your Satoru.

You want him to come back to you.

All your stuff is there.

But you'd rather sleep here with no covers and nothing to take than to sleep in a cold bed without Satoru.

Tomorrow you will have to face this cold. With loneliness in bed.

"Toru... Why did you leave me...?" you groaned, crying into the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

You hoped to at least fall asleep.

"I didn't leave you at all. I'm here with you. And now... I always will. It's sad that you don't even know that I'm looking at you..."

He sighed. But then a crazy smile appeared on his lips.

"Now you'll be mine forever... I'll never be defeated again, and you'll be mine forever... Come home... And then you won't leave, baby~ we'll always be together~"

You must have left the house before the new owners came.

The only thing you know about them is that they are two guys who rent the apartment that used to be yours to be closer to school and work. students...

Before anyone came, you left there. Leaving everything as it was supposed to be from the beginning. Empty.

You went back to your home.

To even more empty space.

So cold and lifeless...

Is it worth living without Him at all?

Your dreams that night told you that you would be cursed.

That's how Satoru described it to you.

That when you're cursed, you'll even dream of curses.

You hate the feeling of being watched. And now you feel it even more. It's such a bad feeling...

Your dream...

Your dream was about something like that.

You were standing in the dark.

Eyes floated around you, watching your every move.

You also heard a strange giggle.

You really hate having nightmares...

Especially those.

You felt like someone was about to catch you. However, there was no murderous aura.

Nobody wanted to kill you.

And then the eyes flying around you got bigger. Six eyes that surrounded you.

Blue, beautiful eyes.

They all looked as if they were made of the most beautiful crystal.

And the color was the same as Satoru's eyes...

You felt warm. You didn't feel scared. You felt the way you always did with him.

You felt that he, even after his death, watches over you.

Like a real angel.

But he wasn't really an angel.

He was closest to a demon, and he wasn't quite going to the grave just yet. Or not at all.

Because he will never lose again. Because when he lost, he lost the ability to hug you.

And now, he will never let you be alone again.

What sorcerer could defeat a curse above special grade?

When he came out of his body, he felt so good. As if nothing was stopping him at all.

And it really was. Nothing limited him.

His energy was endless. He was immortal. He could do what he wanted.

Because nothing enslaved him anymore.

He had no rules to follow.

He didn't have to listen to anyone.

He didn't have to work for anyone, he didn't have to protect people even at the cost of his own happiness and life.

He could finally do whatever he wanted.

He didn't even remember what it was that kept him attached to the human body.

Ah...

You always held him. And he wanted you to keep holding him like that.

You kept him happy as long as you were with him... His happiness, his love...

So he will take what is important to him with him...

It will hold it even tighter. And he won't let anything take that away from him.

As a curse, he had no limits.

There wasn't even a chance that any sorcerer would defeat him. Even an entire army.

He saw everything. His energy was endless. He could control the universe. Every particle.

Instead of just knocking you unconscious like he did to you last night so you could sleep, he could enter a human sleep. To the human mind. Which he never wanted to do to you.

He could practically destroy the whole world with one move. Without any effort.

But why won't he?

Because you linger in his heart.

And you must have a place to live.

Since he can do so much now, he will find a way to make you immortal.

And you can live together forever.

What he received only increased his love for you.

He already had everything. He just needed someone to be with him.

He could kill curses. He could do what he wanted with people. Because he wasn't the same man anymore.

Nothing was stopping him.

All he wanted was that you thought you'd be his forever.

Nothing will happen to you. You will always be safe and happy.

He can materialize his body. So he can be like a man. Everyone will see it.

That's why it means you won't feel alone.

Mastery over the smallest particle and atom makes him create a body for himself. He's like a human. Everyone will see it. You will feel it.

He doesn't have the body of a cursed spirit.

He is a curse on a divine level.

He believed it most that the strongest creature of the universes could not win against him.

His domain, his innate techniques. That's all it was. Probably so powerful that it's too much.

Because his mere play with small skills was so powerful to do something no one had ever been able to do before.

For your safety, it's better to live with the world at peace. So nothing that can hurt you.

And he might have been hurt by your leaving.

In your dream, he wanted to show himself so much.

Hug you.

But he wanted to leave you a surprise. To meet his body. So you can really touch him.

He looks almost the same as before. His human form.

It's all because he absorbed parts of his human body from the morgue.

Has anyone noticed? No.

The illusion created with his techniques worked perfectly.

It was enough to use the energy of his body.

Only to sit in the same body as always at home.

Waiting for you with a cup of sweet coffee in hand.

He was like a man. Even if it wasn't.

He could live normally. And no one could see that his humanity was over.

He was just waiting for you to come home.

And he was waiting for your cry of happiness.

When you entered the house your eyes were red from all the crying you were hiding under the hood of your sweatshirt.

You left in the morning, so you avoided unnecessary crowds.

And you also disinfected from the bus ride. You just paid for a taxi.

When the taxi driver asked why you were crying, all you could say was that you lost someone really important.

He wasn't mean enough to read your mind, or even try to.

He didn't want to test his skills on you.

What if one of them gets you hurt? Or worse...?

He knew exactly that you were crying. But he couldn't do anything about it while you were away.

When you see it, you will surely be happy.

He was excited when you grabbed the doorknob.

He turned towards the door as he sat in the chair.

His sunglasses on his nose.

His eyesight is now even sharper and more sensitive.

He saw you in the dark of the night when you were sleeping. He saw everything. He hugged you lightly as you slept.

So he could see you in a whole crowd of people from afar.

As you closed the door, tears flowed again.

You've come back to the emptiest house imaginable.

Without him, this house has no life...

Before you turned around, you rested your head against the closed door, crying loudly.

After all, no one will hear you here.

Nobody will comfort you...

Or so you thought.

When he saw your despair, he really thought that he could show himself to you right after he came back.

Because now you're a mess.

All your emotions... Your body.

you suffer.

He always tried to make you always remember him.

That's why it hurts so much right now.

Because you can't forget any of his smiles.

When you saw him at the funeral yesterday, he wasn't smiling.

He died the day before yesterday.

Yesterday was his funeral.

He had no family.

The people who came were his students, his former teacher, and his friends with whom he worked. And you.

The person who grieved the most was you.

You couldn't really calm down. Your heart ached.

You didn't know that right after the coffin was closed, his body disappeared. Like an illusion.

And the real Satoru was sitting nearby, disguised as a cursed spirit, even if he had a body. He just turned invisible.

He very much wanted to appear for all of you and make you not cry and not be sad. Especially you, who got the strongest sedatives from Shoko, but you still couldn't stop grieving.

All his smiles mingled with his pale, cold face you saw.

Now, if you remember all this, it's such an awfully painful feeling...

You turned around when you heard movement.

You looked up to see the man in front of you. Tall, white hair.

This is supposed to be your Satoru.

"Honey..." he called out.

"Toru..." you groaned with your eyes wide open.

You had dreams...

More tears flowed from your eyes.

What is in front of you now is your Satoru... And all you can see in your mind is his dead body...

You hate your mind.

Why is he giving you a clear picture of him as if he hadn't died?

Don't you suffer enough?

With a silent cry, you whispered denials to yourself. And the eyes were waterfalls of tears.

You immediately fell to your knees, curling up on the floor.

"Why.. Why are you doing this to me..." you groaned. "Just kill me already..."

He widened his eyes at what you said.

You really don't think he's standing here in front of you.

You think you're just hallucinating...

Do you really want to die?

He quickly walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your body.

"I'm here, baby." He said softly. His voice almost broke. He hated hearing you cry. He hated hearing you say you wanted to die.

He'd heard too much in a few days.

"...I don't want to live without you...! Satoru, take me out of this world! I don't want to live without you with me...!"

His hands wrapped tighter around you.

"I'm sorry I'm going to do this..."

"No! Don't leave me! I don't want to –"

Suddenly he pressed his lips to your forehead, erasing your memories. From now until the moment before his death.

He will have to do the same with the others. With all Jujutsu society. To make them think he was always alive.

Only some will be able to know that he is a curse.

Because his superiors wanted to charge you with his murder, he should kill them.

"How fast do you think I could kill all my superiors now? They wanted to hurt you... So I can hurt them. Therefore, I have infinite power. I have this for you..." He said as your brain was momentarily clouded after erasing those memories. "So come back to me as you've always been... Smile at me. I will never leave you again. Even for a moment."

"Satoru? Are you home yet?" You asked, snuggling into his chest.

He has yet to instill in you the awareness that he is no longer human.

And it won't be difficult. Because you love him no matter who he is.

Hiding it will be easy.

When using cursed energy, his sclera turns black and his eyes glow more. However, he can always wear something to hide his eyes.

You can see his face always.

And only you can see its true form.

"Honey, I'm a curse." he said hugging you.

"But you're the same..." you moaned snuggling into his chest.

"I am. I just need to show you something. I know you can keep a secret. I know because you are wonderful. You're so perfect. Only you can see it. The way I was reborn."

"I love you. I missed you." You said, kissing his jaw. "Are you okay? Are you comfortable with... You're not human? Is something hurting you? How did this happen...?"

"I'm fine. Too fine. It's perfect. Now I can find a way to give you eternal life as well. And we'll be together forever."

"It's not possible... I wish I could be with you forever. But this... How can I help you?"

"I want to be a curse. I have a human body. You do not feel? My heart is beating. It beats for you. Only for you. I live because I wanted to live with you. I just absorbed the energy after death. The fact that you missed me gave me a chance to come back. To continue to live with you, I chose this. And now... Now we can be together forever."

"Toru..."

"I love you... Now look at me. And promise me you won't be afraid."

You knew his body had changed somehow. Increased a little. But it was still your Satoru.

He's back from a mission. As a curse. But it's your Satoru.

He looks the same. He's the same.

You looked at him as he pushed you away.

His white hair was the same. The shape of his face.

He was a humanoid curse.

His eyes were very shining. Black scleras. But just as beautiful blue. Like a crystal. The color was a bit sharper.

Another one opened under his eyes. On the cheeks. And also on his forehead.

When he smiled, you saw sharp fangs.

On his neck, a black vertical Japanese inscription - 無限 - Mugen - Infinite.

On the right forearm - 無制限 - Museigen - Unlimited.

On the left forearm - 無敵 - Muteki - Invincible.

His plain black T-shirt seemed a little tighter across his chest and arms.

He was beautiful.

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked calmly.

"No." You responded by placing your hands on his cheeks. Watching out for his extra pair of eyes.

He smiled, taking your hands.

Then suddenly you saw his extra eyes disappear.

"But I honestly prefer it. More places on your face where you can kiss me." He said.

You giggled softly and kissed his cheek.

"I'll show you something else."

You saw a black circle appear behind his back, which seemed to show the stars. And six big eyes popped out of it.

Around the largest eyes circled six smaller eyes. Each eye had another six. And each smaller eye had six more around it, which were the size of human eyes.

You thought those eyeballs were made of crystal, but they weren't real. And so it was.

They were all beautifully blue.

"Do not try to look into the pupil when they are shining. You remember how my domain works, right?" he said bringing your eyes to him. "When you look in the middle of the eye when they shine more and seem to sparkle with the stars, they cause the same thing as my domain. I've tested it on curses I've encountered."

Why was he so beautiful. But if you met him and he wanted to kill you, you'd be scared.

Surely.

But he will never hurt you.

"Say you love my eyes please. I always love hearing your voice, mochi~."

"Must I?" You laughed with a small blush.

You don't want to increase his ego.

"I know you love my eyes." He said laying his head on your breasts as he looked into your eyes.

His black sclera contrast nicely with his skin, hair and eyelashes.

You ran your hands over his throat. After the inscription 無限 (Mugen). Enjoying the warmth of his skin.

"I love you." He said purring.

Then his body shrunk slightly, the marks on his body disappeared. His sclera turned white. But the crystal blue was the same.

The eyes behind him evaporated. And you stayed with him as if he was still human. But he is not.

Now he can do more. You can. You can live together as you like.

And no one will ever threaten you.

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 19] Execution

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Satoru isn’t sure on how to properly break up with someone, so when he sits across from Leiko. He rehearsed this a couple of times, and tried to prepare himself for every possible situation. Whether she cried, or screamed, or even threatened him. She likes Satoru a lot, so he doubts that she’ll handle the news too well.

“This is a really nice place… I feel underdressed.” Leiko comments as she looks around, even though she isn’t close to being underdressed. She fits right into the crowd of people. But maybe that’s why she feels underdressed because she’s used to standing out.

“You’re fine.” He says, looking through the menu. She begins to say something, but he isn’t paying too much attention. He does catch the “You should pay me a compliment, I’m your girlfriend y’know” but nothing else. She keeps talking and talking, and he hums in response as he tries to figure out how to break up with her. When she mentions your name, he looks up from the menu and then at her.

“How is she? Haven’t heard from her ever since we went out for dinner.” She asks. She tries not to smirk, and Satoru notices. “I hope she didn’t feel threatened when I mentioned our baby–”

“I don’t need you anymore.” He cuts her off, and her eyes widen. She furrows her eyebrows before she slightly tilts her head to the side. She smiles, trying to play off her anger.

“What do you mean, baby?” She asks, and Satoru immediately knows what she’s planning when she slowly raises her voice. She wants the whole place to go quiet for her to cause a scene– To be the victim so he won’t break up with her. So he doesn’t go through the embarrassment.

“I’m breaking up with you.” He responds before he stands up from his chair. “And if you want to scream and cry in the middle of this place, that’s fine. Doesn’t change the fact that we’re done.”

And just as he expected, she does begin to yell some lies into the air, causing a scene. But he couldn’t care less as he walks away. He tunes her out, grabbing his phone to send you a text message. You’ve been ignoring him ever since he crashed your date. He’ll head to your apartment to talk, since he really wants to talk to you.

Maybe it’s time for him to explain the truth.

-

Just as expected, when Satoru knocks on the door, Kaya opens it. She crosses her arms as she glares at Satoru. She leans against the doorframe and looks at Satoru up and down, “I’ll only let you in if you’ve broken up with that girlfriend of yours.”

“Then I have some great news.” Satoru responds, pushing Kaya to the side. He knows that she won’t get out of the way either way, so he might as well save himself the time. Kaya stands dumbfounded, slowly blinking. But she doubts that Satoru is telling the truth. He walks to your bedroom door, which is open, but empty. The bathroom door is open as well, and you’re clearly not there. He walks to the living room and looks at Kaya, who walks back in. “Where is she?”

“She stayed the night with her new boy toy.” Kaya answers as she takes a seat on the couch. Satoru furrows his eyebrows, hoping that this boy toy isn’t Suguru. The date he crashed was only a couple of days ago and he doubts that you’d stay the night with someone so fast– Or maybe you would because you had just met when he knocked you up. But you wouldn’t do that while pregnant… Would you?

“Getou?” He asks and she nods her head in response. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

“You know him, right? At least that’s what you said when you ruined her date.” She points out, but Satoru doesn’t pay much attention to her. He has other thoughts in his head, other thoughts that are more worrying. “You know… I don’t believe a word you say. You’re probably still with–”

“Give me your phone.” He orders, interrupting her. She shakes her head. “Have you talked to her? Give me your phone.”

“She’s been texting me.” She answers, which doesn’t help Satoru calm down. “Why do you look like that? She’s fine.”

“You know anyone can send a message. What the fuck is she even doing over there still? Look at the time.” He says, causing her to grab her phone and click on your number before calling. She’s sure everything is fine. But you don’t pick up the phone, and that worries her. “Is she not picking up the phone?”

“Probably busy.” She awkwardly chuckles before trying again. You don’t pick up the second time, and she puts the phone down. She chews on the inside of her cheek before she shakes her head, “She’ll call back in five minutes.”

“And if she doesn’t? Then will you finally give me your phone?” 

“If she doesn’t, we’ll wait until tonight to go to the police–”

“She’s a pregnant woman, Kaya! I’m not wasting my fucking time. That’s the mother of my child and I’m not going to wait around to check if she’s alive.” Satoru slightly raises his voice, clearly irritated and worried. He extends his hand and holds his palm out. “Now give me your phone and unlock it.”

“Why do you need my phone?” Kaya asks as she unlocks it and gives it to Satoru.

“I know that she shares her location with you. I just need to check that, nothing else.” He answers as he looks through her phone to find the app that shows your location.

“Does she not share her– Dumb question, nevermind.” She responds. He finally finds your location, and he dashes out the door. Kaya has no option but to run behind him. She grabs the first pair of shoes she finds and holds them while she tries to catch up to Satoru. When she gets to the passenger door of his car, she tries to open the door but it’s locked.

“It’s best if you stay here.” He tells her, but she still attempts to open the door. Satoru ignores it, even when she says,

“C’mon, she’s my best friend.” 

“You should’ve thought about that when you told me to wait till tonight. You’ll just slow me down. I’ll bring your phone back tonight.” Satoru says as he turns on the car. He closes the door and even though Kaya still holds the car door handle, he begins to back away. She lets go and just watches as Satoru leaves. Maybe he’s right, it’s best if she just stays. She’ll just slow him down. She isn’t too sure if she can trust Satoru though.

But he took her phone, and she isn’t walking all the way to Daisuke’s apartment, so she has no other option but to trust him. You’re carrying his baby so she hopes that means something to him. She’s overthinking, he’s going after you because he’s worried about you, not to cause you any harm.

She walks back to the apartment, the worst still flooding her mind.

-

A pungent smell fills your nostrils, and it makes you open your eyes. Your eyes land on the ceiling, and it looks unfamiliar– You don’t remember falling asleep. You had a date with Suguru, you had fun talking to him, and you realized how nice it was to talk to him. He invited you back to his place but you declined. You remember walking home and then nothing after that.

“You’re finally awake.” You hear his voice, and you lift your head. You see Suguru, and your eyebrows furrow. Your legs are tied together while your hands are tied to the bedposts. There’s nothing you can do to get out of the restraints, the ropes around your wrists too tight. Your eyes wander around the messy room, there’s dry blood on the walls, and you begin to worry– For how long have you been out? Is that your blood? 

“Suguru–” You say, and he brings a glass of water up to your lips. His hand goes under your chin and he tilts your head up. You want to refuse the water but you’re too thirsty to refuse.

“Good girl.” He responds when there’s not a single drop of water left. He puts the glass down on a nightstand that’s next to you before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying your best to remain calm in the situation, even though tears well up your eyes. You feel as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest, and your stomach is churning. You’re about to puke, but you try to hold it back. “Is this about Satoru?! Let me go! He’ll immediately know it’s you and he’ll call the police!”

He chuckles. He stands up and he stares down at you, one hand going under your chin to move your head. He licks his lips before he disapprovingly shakes his head, “Satoru picked such a dumb woman to become the mother of his child. For some reason I expected better from him.”

“What do you mean?” You respond. “How do you know Satoru? What do you want from me?”

“You’re awfully curious.” Suguru comments. “I killed my parents in this very room. We’re in my old house… You’d be the next victim if it weren’t for–” He smiles as he puts his hand on your bump, and you feel the water going back up your throat but you can control yourself. “We’ll wait for the baby to get here first.”

“What– Please don’t–”

“I don’t want to hear it. The last sound you’ll hear is your baby’s first cries… Unless…” He begins, and your ears perk up. You patiently wait for him to respond, “Satoru joins me. I’ll spare your life if he joins me. That is, if he finds me before the baby is born. When your baby is born, I’ll use them as leverage.”

“Join you? With what?” You ask. Every word that rolls off his tongue leaves you more and more confused. You’re not understanding anything, but maybe your hunger has to do with this. 

“You’re a dumb girl, you wouldn’t understand.” Suguru says, his voice so sweet yet so mean at the same time. Your hands try to break free from its confinements, but it’s to no success. He laughs at the pathetic attempt. He pulls out your phone from his pocket. “Your friend is annoying. She keeps calling and texting– And Satoru too… He really cares about you. But they’re annoying.”

“He’ll find me soon!” You claim and he hums in agreement.

“That’s why we’re leaving. I have no intention of keeping you alive.”

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[voxofthevoid]

First of all I love every idea you got cooking in the kitchen. Delicious meal planning. Even had to take out paper and pen to list immediate favorites: 8, 12, 14, 25, 29, 34, 36, 44, 48, 54, 60, and 62.

But I am most interested in 40 cause the potential of you turning Gojo into something utterly horrifying is amazing. Yuuji accepts him immediately? Of course! Cause he's a good boy. Gojo *still* being a terrifying monstrosity and Yuuji showing off just how unhinged he is just by the ease in which he accepts (I imagine) an every shifting, screaming glitch interface as Gojos six eyes seeing through the veil of dimensions that his Limitless is endlessly trying to tear apart.

~Messy

I love that you immediately penned a list 🥺💙

After 236, I got pretty attached to the concept of Cursejou, and honestly, with how freaky Limitless is even as a CT, applying that to a curse body has so much potential. The eyes alone would be freaky, and add in some space distortions, you get one hell of a curse. Yuuji would accept him way too easily for comfort, I believe. He should definitely get eldritch hole.

But 40 and 34 were asked by others (I'm scheduling these, so I can't link them, but click on the "wip open season" tag and you'll find them). Among the posted answers, you can find 8 here, 29 here, 36 here, and 44 here.

Excluding these, I've picked another one from your initial list:

14. seven new ways that you can eat your young

Age reversal AU where Yuuji spent most of his Jujutsu Tech days as the Gojou heir’s bodyguard and bids the kid goodbye when it’s time for his execution. Six years later, 15-year-old Gojou runs into a scarred, dead-eyed version of his supposedly dead childhood crush.

This was my first or second age reversal idea, and it still lives rent free in my head. It'll also be Long. The notes are a bit messy, mostly because it's a non-linear narrative with some extensive backstory revealed in bits and pieces:

16 y/o Satoru hears "Satoru? Is that you, Gojou Satoru?" And when he turns around, he sees a ghost.

Skip to the past segment with the bodyguarding bits

Satoru says Yuuji name before "seeing, really seeing." Snarls who are you, and Yuuji looks startled, starts to say Satoru just said his name, and Satoru evaluates the environment and makes the split-second decision to drag Yuuji to the abandoned building he just exorcised curses from (threatens Yuuji to not try anything or he'd kill him, crowd or no crowd). Satoru can't warp yet, and Yuuji is eerily quiet. Satoru puts up a curtain with more diligence than he's ever bothered with and pounces on Yuuji. Says he's got ten seconds to reveal what he is and why he's wearing that face before Satoru kills him. Satoru will kill him anyway but he'll make it merciful if Yuuji fesses up first.

Yuuji mostly surprised by the brutality. Says he really is Itadori Yuuji. Satoru says Itadori Yuuji was human—a sorcerer, not a curse // I'm not— // Then why are there two hearts beating inside you? Yuuji stunned. Asks if Satoru can see that and then concludes to himself that yes, he'd be the only one who could. Satoru pins him to the ground, hands around his throat, and demands Yuuji answer. Yuuji asks what it feels like, the heart. Like him? (No). Like Sukuna? (Satoru starts to suspect something at the mention of Sukuna but says no). Who then, Yuuji asks urgently. Satoru snaps he doesn't fucking know, it's just CE distinctly different from Y's. Yuuji smiles and admits, yeah, okay it's unfair to expect Satoru to know. Thank goodness though (said with hand over his own chest). Closes his eyes and tells Satoru to go ahead. Satoru doesn't and when Yuuji asks why, he just says only Itadori Yuuji would pull something so phenomenally stupid. Not even fighting. Memory montage of all the impulsive shit Yuuji did when he was with kid!Satoru. He demands to know how Yuuji is alive.

Yuuji says he can't talk here and asks if Satoru can come with him. Satoru does, and Yuuji chides him for the lack of caution, and Satoru goes, I am literally the strongest sorcerer in the world—well, one of them. Nothing's going to hurt me, Yuuji, least of all you. Yuuji looks proud.

The second heart inside Yuuji is Megumi's btw. It's...complicated.

[limitlessscion]

@saiakv response to [x] cause if I don't indulge in some pain you're going to hurt our fixit au boys ):

How terrifying it is to feel powerless.

For Satoru, demanding Suguru's love was never a simple desire; it was a matter of survival— no, existence itself. As he'd reached for Suguru's hand, fingers near desperately to find a hold, that's what he was fighting for: to be real, to be something that was a part of this world and not a mere observer who meddled, to be able to feel joy and warmth and happiness.

Every time tension had threatened this carefully constructed fantasy of theirs, Satoru had held on fiercely, dug in his heels, his claws, drawing blood if he must; he refused to be made powerless. Each time Satoru would tear himself open because he knew Suguru was made powerless in turn by his love and could not suffer Satoru's pain. The same vulnerability that he so easily drew out from the Strongest, and perhaps revelled in that unique power he held, was also a leash Satoru could yank him right back with.

He froze as Suguru got up, turned away, and an image superimposed on the current scene of another time he'd faced that back. He shook as the memory staked him to the seat through his chest and stole the breath from the words dying on his lips as he recalled that brutal first heartache. It drew the painful silence long enough for Suguru to break it instead of Satoru's own verbosity.

Suguru didn't mean it, Satoru knew immediately; oh sure, they were aimed to hurt, but the intent was something else. The sharpness was not turned towards Satoru, it was aimed at this thing between them and it was not the first time he had used such tactics in an effort to say goodbye; this was a much gentler twist of the knife than that day he'd torn Satoru down to his very core and left him exposed and broken on the sidewalk of Shinjuku. Satoru brushed it aside as he finally got to his feet because this time he would not simply stand and watch his joy walk out of his life once more.

He didn't bother responding to the airing of old grievances that was not the heart of the problem that ripped at the bond between them, because he knew Suguru loved him too much and he knew he had done nothing to poison that love.

This wasn't about him— this was fear, and at that moment, Satoru understood that fear. He closed the gap between them in a few swift long steps, fingers snatching Suguru's wrist and tugging the other to a sudden halt before he could reach the glass doors. In that moment he feels it too, the crackle of power cresting with the intensity of his will; you can't leave me. There was no gentleness in him at that moment, pulling Suguru back towards him with incredible strength, the force of his grip tempered precisely to trap but not injure.

"Suguru please, we can keep them safe. You're not going to lose them!"

More sharp words are exchanged. It all came down to the twins and their life, their safety— and Satoru hid his frustration because he could not care about those girls who seemed to own a larger sliver of Suguru's heart than ever expected. But Suguru cared about those girls deeply, that care was the crux of the issue, and voices raised until finally the key question was posed at the climax: what are you going to do if the higherups do get involved?

"I'd kill them."

There was no hesitation before those words slipped out, deadly calm. There was no need to think; the answer to Satoru was simple, obvious, and an action he had considered and weighted many times in the past. He felt tension leaving Suguru's wrist as the fist unfurled, those violet eyes widening with surprise and the fight fleeing his body.

"I mean it. I'm not being impulsive, I've thought about this for a very long time. It would keep them safe." ( it would keep us safe. )

Another tug, this time gentler as he waved his free hand to indicate the stools at the bar, where the seats faced away from the gruesome corpse still oozing on the coffee table.

"Stay. Let's talk about this."

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15 | Found Family

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Satoru takes you to meet Megumi and Tsumiki for a day of fun

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“Do you have a queen?”

“I don’t think so.” The boy with spiky jet black hair, akin to a sea urchin, across from you says quietly as you inspect his ant farm.

You’re squinting, turning the small square container around on the table, “I don’t see one. Maybe we’ll get lucky, and we can find one today.” You smile at him, happy he finally said something to you after the better part of a half an hour.

“You look kind of silly.”

“Wow. When did you get so rude?” Satoru complains, “I expect that from your brother, but from you? That really hurts.”

Megumi’s been watching you with a dull expression since you walked in, eyes flickering over to Satoru and Tsumiki every so often where they sit behind you.

Really, you can’t blame the kid. He’s never met anyone, anything, like you before. You’d be curious and confused too if an anomaly suddenly walked into your life - one where you’re already a minority with superhuman abilities.

You’d know because that did happen, so you followed him.

Now, that man sits on the small couch behind you, in a tiny apartment on the second floor while Tsumiki grabs sections of his hair putting them in small colored hair ties, spiking his hair out in a similar fashion as Megumi’s. She’s giggling and laughing while messing up his “perfectly styled hair,” as he had called it; Satoru’s laughing too, but you can also feel his gaze on the back of your head, assessing Megumi’s reaction to you.

There hasn’t been one, so to speak. Tsumiki easily took a liking to you but the younger boy doesn’t seem to have feelings about you one way or the other… as far as you can tell.

“Why did you come here?” Megumi finally asks.

Behind you, Satoru sighs, “it’s been a while since I’ve come here to visit. Thought it would be good to make sure you two hadn’t burned the place down.”

In complete honesty, it was your idea to visit them at their place. Satoru wanted to bring them over to his apartment but you thought they might feel a bit more comfortable in their own space.

It’s been three months since everything happened with Suguru and the cultists who tried to sacrifice you. During that time, there have been a lot of conversations with the higher ups, a ton of paperwork (all of which Satoru was unsuccessful in threatening Ijichi to do for him). On top of all that, Satoru has been forced to do extra missions as a form of punishment for having killed several non-sorcerers, despite his arguments about how they were a threat and already knew of the Jujutsu world.

There was also some talk about firing you. About how you’ve proven to be more of a liability than originally anticipated with the whole Nanami and cultists incident, the higher ups wanted to reinstate your execution. Those conversations didn’t last long - all you know is Satoru would go to meet with them, tell you what they were talking about and then one day he said that conversation was over.

If you had to guess, he probably threatened to Hollow Purple each and every one of them out of existence unless they dropped the subject.

Due to his missions taking up a good portion of his time recently, there hasn’t been a lot of time for anything extra between the two of you, though that hasn’t stopped you from being at his place more than your own at this point. Satoru has opened up to you more as well, usually late at night or early morning conversations when he’s just getting home and laying in bed before falling asleep.

He’s talked about his childhood, and what it was like growing up in one of the three major clans, how his views are drastically different from the other clans, and even within his own. Satoru has also shared a lot of stories about Suguru, and their time at Jujutsu Tech as students. You’ve been letting him talk, open up to you at his own pace, not trying to push for any more than he’s ready to give.

Despite everything, Satoru slipped into the boyfriend role pretty seamlessly. And maybe it shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise considering everything that led up to your conversations that night over the Tokyo skyline.

It took a few weeks, but eventually you told him about the mission you had gone on with Suguru, all of the ins and outs without sparing any details, including everything he had said about you and Satoru. He wasn’t really surprised, after Suguru left he figured that’s what happened, after discovering everything Suguru was hiding.

Satoru held you close as you apologized for not telling him sooner. He wished you had told him so a wedge wouldn’t have been driven between you before kissing your forehead with the reminder that even if you had said something sooner, it wouldn’t have stopped Suguru. He was already too far gone and he was always going to defect, no matter what.

Now all there is, is to move on.

“Alright, let’s make dinner!” Satoru claps his hands together, beaming at the kids before standing up from the couch. The elastic bands still in his hair, colors making a sea of rainbow in his ivory hair.

“What the fuck? I thought we were taking them to the aquarium.”

“Ah-ah, language, little missy.” Satoru smirks before tapping the tip of your nose and you think you could really kill him at this moment. 

“You’re so…” you’re gritting your teeth, nostrils flared that he just decided to change plans without your knowledge.

You had spent the last week coming up with activities to do with the kids so they can get out of their tiny apartment for a while. Also, secretly, you had planned the day around the things they liked, based on information provided by Ijichi, to try and increase the odds of them liking you.

“He’s annoying.” Megumi states, voice monotone, unsurprised by Satoru’s antics.

“One time Gojo said he was going to take us shopping for food but he only took us to sweet shops.” Tsumiki chimes in.

You tilt your head, looking over at Satoru and wonder how he’s managed to take care of himself over the years, let alone literal children.

“I’m making all of you dinner, and this is the thanks I get?” He almost sounds offended.

“Oh god. You’re cooking? Kids, we’re probably going to die.”

“Not you too,” Satoru points dramatically, making Tsumiki laugh.

“Um, Gojo. We haven’t gone shopping yet, so we don’t have a lot here,” she adds hesitantly, trying really hard not to bring his spirit down.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I went shopping last night and brought everything over afterwards.”

You look at him with wide eyes, the only sound filling the room as everyone stares at him is when you loudly click your tongue.

“Please tell me you didn’t go shopping while I was asleep at your place, and brought everything over, entering their house unannounced in the middle of the night without their knowledge.”

Satoru’s eyes are wide, shifting between yours and the kids for a moment, “uh, no. I didn’t.”

“No?”

“Mhm. Nope.”

“Megumi, he’s worse than annoying. He’s insufferable.”

Satoru’s excited about attempting to make dinner tonight for everyone, though you are legitimately worried about how well he’ll do.

At first, you thought he would be a great cook because he’s cooked for you a few times in the mornings you stayed over at his place, before you started dating. After your mission with Nanami and you were staying at his place full time, you quickly learned that wasn’t the case.

Satoru thought you were still asleep late one morning. He quietly left his apartment, went down the street and picked up food for lunch. You found him in the kitchen, back turned to the staircase taking the food out of the containers and into pans and baking dishes, as if he had spent time cooking the food himself.

He quickly admitted that wasn’t his finest moment, and confessed he’s not a great cook either. Though, if he actually tried, you’re sure he could cook just about anything and it would turn out decent.

The kids are in the living room, playing with their toys - Tsumiki with stuffed animals and Megumi is playing with some Legos Satoru had given them a while back. Watching them, you wished you knew what the real plan for today was going to be so the two of you could have stopped and gotten them a few new things.

Satoru is in the kitchen humming as he lays out all of the ingredients for dinner. There’s a grin on his face, probably thinking that he’s about to cook a gourmet dinner and it’ll result in everyone jumping in his arms and singing his praises for years to come.

If his ego wasn’t so big you’d be a little worried that his spirits are likely going to be crushed when everyone tries his food. It’s nice to see him like this though. More relaxed than he’s been in weeks, the serious tone he’s had to don for several weeks is no longer present. His shoulders are relaxed, eyes as bright as you’ve ever seen them.

Part of it is a mask, covering his feelings of his best friend trying to kill his girlfriend and forever leaving his side, but at the same time, he’s also truly happy to be where he is right now in this moment.

You’re sitting at the little table just outside the galley kitchen that serves as the dining room watching as Satoru searches the cabinets and cupboards in the tiny space, looking for a rice cooker and pan. There’s no rice cooker, and you’re shocked he hadn’t considered they didn’t own one and just brought his obvious brand-new, never been touched one from his place. You say nothing as he decides to grab a pot and fill it a quarter of the way full with water, and then dump half the bag of rice inside the pot, bringing the water to the brim.

Pursing your lips, you watch as he fidgets with the stove for a moment before turning it on with too wide of a smile plastered on his face.

“Do you even know the basics of cooking?” You ask as he cracks a few eggs into a bowl and then dumps most of the contents of a tub of breadcrumbs into the bowl of un-whisked eggs.

“I mean, I saw the servants do it all the time growing up. Can’t be that hard.”

“Uh huh…”

He looks at you over his shoulder, filling a measuring cup full of water, “do you know how to cook?”

“Better than you at least, I'm sure.”

“Wanna help? Could be romantic.” He wiggles his eyebrows before turning off the tap, water splashing out of the sides of the measuring cup.

“I think I’m just going to watch you do all the work, actually.” You say, putting your legs up on the chair across from you, folding your arms trying not to laugh at the mess he’s already created.

“What else is new?” He grumbles under his breath, but unfortunately you heard him.

Your mouth drops open, unable to believe what he just said as you scoff, “excuse me?”

“Oh, was that mean?” He turns around leaning against the kitchen counter with a flirtatious grin, “guess you’ll just have to come over here and punish me.”

Rather than giving him the satisfaction of replying, you glare before crossing your arms and walking out of the dining room into the cramped hall that leads down to the bedrooms. Inside a petite closet you find a few board games and decide to grab one of them and bring it to the coffee table in the living room.

“Have you guys ever played Monopoly?” You ask as both the kids watch you take a seat on the floor, dumping out the contents of the box.

They both shake their heads before you beckon them over to join you - Tsumiki happily stops brushing the hair of her doll and plops down next to you while Megumi groans, rolling his eyes opting to sit across from you on the floor.

You guide them both to select their pawn charms - Megumi chooses the dog, Tsumiki takes the ship and you aimlessly grab for your own, which ends up being the wheelbarrow.

Doing your best, you walk them through how to play as Satoru curses a few times from the kitchen area, utensils clattering around with whatever he’s currently making.

Tsumiki is glad to ask questions along the way as you do a practice round so they can get the hang of it, asking what happens when you Pass Go, or land in jail vs getting a go to jail card. Megumi is quiet and listens, a dull expression on his face with each turn, but begrudgingly he moves his pieces and quietly reads the cards he draws during his turn.

Satoru had warned you prior to coming over, that Megumi would be more quiet, probably wouldn’t say a lot and don’t be surprised if he ends up not liking you right away. Essentially Megumi is a tough egg to crack, and that’s mostly the reason you spent so much time and energy trying to tailor the day to things he would ultimately enjoy, knowing Tsumiki would be happy no matter what was planned.

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips at how your boyfriend decided to change plans without having a discussion about it first but it’s quickly forgotten when Satoru walks into the room, wrapping his arms around your shoulders watching each of you take a quick turn. 

“Satoru, I think somethings burning,” you say quietly as he nuzzles into your hair smelling the distinctive scent of something that’s been frying on the stove for entirely too long.

“It’s not. Dinners ready whenever you guys want to come sit.”

“You turned off the stove? Because something is definitely burning.”

Satoru chuckles quietly before standing, making his way into the kitchen where you hear a soft click of the stove being shut off because he didn’t turn off one of the burners.

Hesitantly, you all make your way to the dining room table and take a seat where Satoru had plated all of the food. Oddly enough, nothing looks burned. It actually looks quite edible and with the plate of food sitting under your nose, it actually smells delicious too.

Which is shocking all on its own for several reasons: the lack of whisking the eggs, dumping the breadcrumbs right into the egg bowl, how there was no flour in sight for whatever meat he was planning on adding a crust to. There’s more you heard him complain about while cooking but you try not to think about it.

Looking up to him, you give him a proud smile regardless before deciding to try the safest option on the plate first: rice.

You’re not sure how he managed when he added way too much rice and way too much water but it looks light and fluffy regardless. It’s hard to mess up rice really, so you try a small bite -

“This is disgusting. I’m not eating it.” Megumi says, putting his utensils back on the table and grimacing.

He’s absolutely correct - somehow this is simultaneously undercooked and burned at the same time. You purse your lips, watching Satoru’s reaction as he knits his brows together, popping a piece of meat in his mouth before quickly, and dramatically, spitting it back out.

Tsumiki giggles when Satoru claps his hands together exclaiming he’s going to take everyone out to dinner instead. You and Megumi share a look before rolling your eyes.

After the little dinner mishap, you decided to take charge instructing Satoru where to take everyone for dinner. A cute little ramen shop down the road from a nearby park where you currently sit in the grass watching several ants pass by, carefully watching to see if a queen happens to walk by to add to Megumi’s ant farm.

Satoru and Tsumiki are running around, playing tag, spinning on the roundabout. Satoru is entirely way too tall to fit comfortably on the slides, but that doesn’t stop him from going down them anyway.

You’re next to Megumi, who didn’t want to play on the park equipment, but rather he used his curse technique to release two dogs and let them run around for a while as he keeps a watchful eye on them.

One of the dogs is fluffy and black, chasing Satoru around, having the time of its life, while the white one sits next to Megumi on the ground, as if it’s protecting him.

It’s amusing, seeing Satoru being chased by the black dog while the white dog prefers to be calm and next to Megumi at all times. It’s the exact opposite of the two boys, but yet oddly similar. 

“What are you?” Megumi asks, not looking at you but rather looking off in the distance as he picks at several blades of grass before petting the dog next to him.

You do your best to explain what you had just learned a few months ago, telling him about how you met Satoru in hopes of being able to find that answer for yourself one day. You also tell him the story of what happened, what the cultists goal was and that ultimately, it was Satoru who had come to save you.

You're conscious there may be some boundaries you’re unaware of, so you opt to omit parts of the story and strip it down to bare bones, just giving the facts of what you were told, leaving the more gory details to Satoru to explain one day, should the conversation ever come up again.

“He’s okay.” Megumi says quietly. You tilt your head towards him slightly, watching him pick at the blades of grass once again. He’s pretending like he’s not watching Satoru and Tsumiki, but you can tell he is by the way his eyes keep shifting up, tracking their movements.

“Yeah, he is. Isn’t he?” You reply quietly, “shit teacher though.” The ends of Megumi’s lip curls up ever so slightly, finally gracing you with a soft smile.

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Blue

Satoru Gojo woke up crying that cold November morning. He swallowed back his tears just as he swallowed the three words he wished he had said in Suguru's final moments, in that alleyway in Shinjuku. "To you, who blooms and scatters like transient flowers, goodbye”

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Satoru Gojo dreams of faces that torment him every night. He stops sleeping, eventually; the faces remain even when he is awake, now in his peripheral vision, eternally present. Riko Amanai watches him with the same sad eyes he remembers from their visit to the aquarium, but there is a peculiar hole in her forehead, a trickle of blood running down her nose. Misato Kuroi is always covered in blood, paler than death. And Suguru Geto is smiling, like that fateful day in Shinjuku, when he said that he could never be happy in a world like that.

The day Toji Fushiguro murdered Riko, something inside him died, Satoru concluded. Nothing was ever the same again, and he wasn't the only one who thought so. Shoko gradually had less and less free time, her hands stitching pieces of bodies back into place and putting life into them again, at the cost of her own energy, of her own life, increasingly deeper dark circles and a face that showed how each miracle performed ripped away another piece of herself, and that maybe one day there would be nothing left to take from. Nanami was never the same after he saw Haibara Yu pass under his responsibility: he abandoned, for a while, his career as a sorcerer because he could no longer bear to see the mountain of bodies of his companions that piled up day after day. Suguru stopped being his moral compass when he murdered an entire village of non-sorcerers.

Satoru Gojo was sleeping restlessly, as usual. This time, he dreamed of a world where he had defeated Toji Fushiguro and stopped the Time Vessel Association from completing their goal. Riko was alive, and never got to merge with Master Tengen, who achieved stability despite this setback: she would be an adult now; she had completed college and, in this reality, had just had her first child, a baby girl named Sachiko — “miracle child.” Misato became her legal guardian until she came of age, and cried the happiest tears of her existence when she saw Riko back in her arms, still a fragile child, on that day when she should have merged with Master Tengen. Nanami and Haibara were waiting for him at a bar for drinks that Friday night, to celebrate Nanami's birthday. Other guests included Utahime, Mei Mei, and Shoko, who had fewer dark circles under her eyes and a smile that seemed genuine rather than hollow.

Another person was also waiting for him at the bar. Suguru Geto never killed those people, never abandoned his past, his ethics, his life. He was still the same Suguru who was horrified when Gojo suggested killing all the damn members of the Time Vessel Association when they recovered Riko Amanai's body. Sometimes Satoru thought about how he should have — how he wished he had — killed all those miserable excuses of human beings; it would have been as easy as snapping his fingers, and it wouldn't have made any difference in the grand scheme of things. Maybe that would have made a difference in how things turned out. Maybe not. It didn't matter in that alternative reality, in that dream: Riko Amanai was alive, and happy.

The Satoru of his dream took a long sip from his glass of beer, laughing at one of Haibara's misadventures on the most recent mission he faced. His eyes met Geto's, a talent he had for always finding him in a crowd, and Suguru smiled. When the two returned home, the cicadas sang, filling the cold summer night; in his dreams, it was always summer, like the eternal youth of his Jujutsu High days. The sky was still clear, the setting sun threatening to turn the blue into orange. The glass buildings in the Shibuya region reflected blue, dyeing everything the same color, the color he had always associated with Geto.

The two walked in silence. There were so many unspoken words — in that dream and in reality — that Satoru couldn't express them, the bitter taste of goodbye always stuck in his throat, words unspoken and swallowed desperately; it was the terrible taste of the curses that Geto swallowed, which he did not share with anyone else.

Suguru smiled at him, and there was no anguish or pain behind his smile. — We will meet again, won't we?

Satoru Gojo woke up crying that cold November morning. He needed to blink a few times to dispel the vision of blood on his hands, Geto's blood, which he would never be able to wash off completely. He swallowed back his tears just as he swallowed the three words he wished he had said in Suguru's final moments, in that alleyway in Shinjuku.

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loml. gojo satoru.

wc: 1809 words

tw: wine, mentions of death, mentions of violence, heartbreak, marriage.

summary: gojo angst ?? jjk manga spoilers. DEVOTION.

a/n: this was inspired by loml by taylor swift at 3 am forgive me "i'll never leave" "never mind" JUST KILL ME RN OMFG. lmk if i made any mistakes. i wanted to go ahead w a sad ending but we're already going thru that in the manga so uhm lets win for once, yeah?

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you had a bad habit of going back in time and visiting the past, not literally, you were not tony stark. you liked to subject yourself to emotional torture, thinking back on old memories that made your heart burn as if someone had dipped it in hot lava.

you took a sip of the pinot noir as your eyes glossed over the pictures affixed in a photo album. your heart ached, so much you almost thought it was a heart attack.

the picture stared back at you. it was you and satoru kissing, his lips on yours. your hands around his neck, resting on his broad shoulders. his hand gripping your waist, the other cupping your jaw. you could taste his lips on yours even now, you could never forget him. he tasted of unfulfilled dreams and chocolate.

your eyes fill to the brim, tears threatening to overflow down your cheeks. you hated him. so much. you hated him more than paper straws and caramel popcorn. you loved him so much you didn't realize when you started to hate him.

he was so perfect. always so considerate, always so loving and caring. always so, so soft with you, so delicate. his touch felt like feathers but held the weight of his love altogether, so light yet it felt like penetrated your skin and settled into your bones. he made a house in your heart, your body. you had never experienced something so divine. you wondered if you'd gone insane.

you felt that stab in your heart again. you refused to cry for him. to mourn him. he had to return, he had to.

he had a habit of breaking promises and you had a habit of believing him every damn time. but this was the one promise, he'd never break. you know that right? you had to.

despite all the bad things in his life, you were his star, his burning, blinding hope that he can be saved. that he was worth saving, because you chose him, over and over again. he had you. at the end of the day, he wanted nothing more than to sink in your arms and beg for redemption to his god.

your arms were sweeter than heaven; warmer, softer, forgiving, merciful.

you received whatever he provided with open arms, always so tolerating of his sins. so accepting. how could he not fall for you? when you saw him. you saw him. for what he was, a horrendous mix of god and monster, not benevolent enough to be a god, not barbaric enough to be a monster. somewhere stuck in between. but you didn't mind that not for a minute. you were hungry for love. and you didn't mind if the hand that fed you was of a beast.

it was a weird pair, the two of you. you were an angel reincarnate, not any less guilty than satoru, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. if he was the large, empty black hole then you were light, entering the dark with no escape. one incomplete without the other.

you sipped on the wine again, the bitter taste on your tongue lasting for longer than it was supposed to. you missed him. you ached and you burned and a little part of you died as you looked at another photo.

it was one of you, satoru, and the kids. yuta, maki, toge, megumi, yuji, nobara. your breaths were coming shorter than usual. satoru was smiling, you could just die looking at him. his arms around your waist as he pulled you snug against him. the kids were happy too, as they should be as kids. it was your birthday, oh.

it had been a year since that photo was taken. oh. the glass you had been nursing fell from your hands, shattered into pieces. or was it your heart that had burst in your chest again? you didn't know.

your birthday had always been a special occasion, more for satoru than you. he celebrated it as if it was christmas or new year's. you were against it, but he never listened to you, did he? always made sure to shower you with multiple gifts. the platinum infinity necklace that you always wore, the bracelet he got for you. the ring. the clothes. this house. the wine. everything reeked of him.

were ghosts real? because all you felt was him, even though you knew. you could smell his deodorant, feel his electric touch that made your skin burn, his presence that smothered you, drowned you. he loved you so much. oh god, he loved you so much. there was a hole in your chest, where he was supposed to be. there was a hole in his chest where you were supposed to be.

whatever happened to the strongest and his lover? they crashed and burned.

you flipped again, another photo. if pain was all that was left of him then you'd stab yourself all over again.

it was one from your wedding day. you had eloped. he was in a black three-piece, you remember you tied his bow tie for him. spoiled child never learned how to do it himself, now that he had you, he had no reason to because you'd never leave him. you wore a simple white dress with thin spaghetti straps and it extended to your mid thighs. he was looking at you, in the photograph, he was looking at you with so much love that it transcended time and space and you could feel it even now, through the paper.

it had been the best day of your life, you had made kento and shoko your victims for the day, forcing them to be your witnesses and shoved a camera in their hands. they had done a wonderful job.

the stabbing pain in your heart was different now, it was burning now as if it had been lit on fire.

your phone chimed from beside you. it was shoko checking up on you. you ignored that and your fingers tapped on satoru's chat.

i'll be back soon baby.

you wiped the tears before they could fall. what a shame.

your phone chimed again. your eyes glanced briefly at the text. your heart nearly leaped out of your heart.

coming home. i love you.

you allowed yourself to cry now. finally. letting the tears run down your cheeks.

but how? you didn't care if he had burned out the world to come home as long as he came back to you in one piece. it was insanely selfish but you couldn't bring yourself to care. your momentary bliss turned to dread, what if this was all in your head?

you'd finally gone insane, hadn't you? hallucinating about your dead lover coming home to your arms when you saw him get sliced. you scoffed, smashing your phone against the wall.

you buried yourself in your bed again. hiding from the world, from yourself, from the ghost that haunted your very being.

thirty minutes pass, you cannot sleep. his face flashes before your eyes. he is everywhere. he is in your dreams, in your heart, in your head, in your room– wait.

he is in your room. you slowly slide off the bed, delicately making your way towards him, walking on eggshells. you didn't want him to disappear. not when he was so close to you.

once you find yourself standing in front of him, you hesitantly reach out to touch his cheek, his eyes flutter and he leans into your touch instantly. you can only try to regulate your breathing, but it's a futile attempt.

it's his turn to touch you now. his hands cradling your face, his touch is healing. you don't care if this is an illusion as long you get to feel his touch on your skin again. he looks down at you with such anguish it makes your heart shatter and you instantly wrap your arms around him, pulling him into you, afraid to let him go again. as if you'll close your eyes and wake up and lose him all over again. it's okay, you tell him.

his arms crush you against his frame, literally. he pulls away after a few minutes, studying your face. his fingers tuck pieces of hair behind your ear, wiping a few tears that escaped your eyes, caressing your cheeks as he drinks in the sight of you. of his angel, his saviour. his lifeline. he gulps as he looks at you. he was so afraid he won't be able to see you again, look into your kind eyes again. you were running a fever, his heart cracks all over again until it shatters. looking at you so broken, so small. he felt sick, he had done this to you. he caused this. fuck, he felt like punching himself. how could he do this to you? his sweet, sweet wife?

you couldn't take your eyes off him, even as his hand slipped into yours. his burning skin against yours once again, you couldn't believe it. it felt like a fever dream, to be able to see him again, to feel his hand against yours again. your fingers play with the ring on his finger and you push yourself in his chest. fisting his shirt and sobbing.

he holds you close, his hands rubbing your back and the other in your hair. god, he could take upon all your pain if he could right now, this instant. but he knows you won't let him, so he holds you in his arms, safe. he wipes your eyes as you pull away from him. standing on your tiptoes, you press kisses onto his face. all of his face. his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his eyes, the crinkle of his eyes. you shower him with kisses.

until his lips meet yours in a sincere apology and you find yourself out of breath once again. oh. it's his turn to shower you with kisses. your eyes. your cheeks. your jaw. your neck. your arms. your fingers. he bares himself in front of you, dropping to his knees. his face pressed against your stomach, as he wets your blouse with tears of his own. your hands run through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. his cries muffled against you makes your heart ache again, if that's even possible. stabbing pain returning to your chest, it's not as bad as before you notice. now that he's here, with you.

you fall to your knees, he buries his face in your neck. pressing light kisses as your hand gently strokes his back. satoru pushes his forehead against yours, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss again. god, he loves you so much.

you will be okay, the both of you. as long as you have each other.

a/n: that infinity necklace lore. so its not infinity shaped. it has gojos infinity like his cursed power or wtb, so yk how no ome can touch gojo ?? no one can touch her either, bc gojo spelled it that way so that way he is always w her even when he isnt EVEN IN DEATH

[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: Megumi Fushigoro

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Continuity: Anime

Age: 16

Height: 5'9"

Birthday: December 22nd 2002

Birthplace: Japan

Orientation: Bisexual

Species: Human

Occupation: Jujutsu Sorcerer

Father: Toji Fushigoro (deceased)

Mother: ??? Fushigoro (deceased)

Bio:

Born to Toji Zenin (later, Fushiguro) and a mother he doesn't remember. His mother died when he was about three years old from illness, his father became so depressed and broken from the loss of Megumi's mother that he began to seriously neglect Megumi emotionally.

Around the same age his mother died, his cursed technique started to come in. Due to severe depression from grief, his father believed Megumi would be better off without him and so planned to sell Megumi to the Zenin clan when he turned eight.

Before that, Megumi was tossed around home to home with his father for every girlfriend he had until he remarried a woman he doesn't remember. All he knows about her is that she had a daughter named Tsukimi, who Megumi grew extremely close with and viewed as his sister.

One day, his father and step-mother completely left home and never returned to the two of them, which only made their sibling relationship grow closer as they only had each other to rely on.

Just when they were about to run out of money Tsukimi's mother left behind, Satoru Gojo approached Megumi and asked if he was okay with being sold to the Zenin clan. Megumi answered that he didn't care as long as his sister was happy, yet when he was told that his sister would be miserable in the Zenin clan, he said he didn't want to go to the clan where Satoru Gojo told him he would take care of him.

From then on, Megumi was trained and partially raised by Satoru. For as much as he says Gojo irritates him and acts like he regrets letting him raise him, the truth is that he does care for him as a paternal figure but his own childhood of emotional neglect left it extremely difficult for him to show emotion and his affection for others.

Yet this doesn't mean that Megumi cares for everyone he meets, he's a selfish person and only cares about people he has a genuine connection with. While he does have a sense of justice in protecting the weak from harm, as when he was in middle school he heavily bullied all the bullies in school to leave everyone alone from torment, he doesn't feel any negative emotions if an ordinary person dies while he's on a mission.

The only time Megumi has felt guilt and his motivation for becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer is his step sister, Tsukimi. She had fallen victim to a curse after joining her friends on an urban legend and so he vowed to become a Jujutsu sorcerer so he can someday find a way to undo the curse placed upon her that has left her in a coma for years.

Megumi's main technique inherited from the Zenin clan is the "Ten Shadows" technique, where he summons one of ten shikigami and must earn the right to use that shikigami through a test of strength. An example would be that in order to use Max Elephant, Megumi would need to tame it in order to gain full control over it.

While he has mastered most, the one no one in the Zenin clan has been able to summon is Mahoraga, viewed as a trump card rather than something to summon and tame. The issues with Mahoraga is that it is so powerful, it kills the user upon first being summoned and goes on a complete rampage while nearly impossible to stop.

Megumi often threatens to use Mahoraga because he has no care for his own life. If it means he can win or protect his friends then he will absolutely summon Mahoraga without hesitation, something he's often scolded by Gojo for as sacrificing himself is meaningless as it means he dies weak and insecure.

His biggest flaw, observed by many, is that Megumi often self-defeats himself. He suffers from the typical teenage insecurity, of course, but faced with abandonment and forced to take care of himself as a young age meant that he has a hard time believing in himself and pushing himself to the limit like his peers around him.

When meeting Megumi, he's polite but not too chatty and pretty blunt to speak. Some would even say that Megumi is cold and aloof, a person who doesn't care about anybody, but the truth is that he has a hard time even smiling let alone showing his genuine care. Sometimes he does show care, often passive aggressively, but he does make attempts.

Yet he is also easily irritated by pranks and loud personalities, especially Gojo and Yuji's pranks which irritate him to no end to the point where he starts to regret every choice he's ever made in life to get him to that point.

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Gojo x Reader x Getou (20+21)

He’ll hear us.’ ‘Let him.’

‘Sharing is caring.’

Dear Christ this took me soooo long to finish! It was requested over on AO3 like forever ago! I’ve never written for Getou before so just bear that in mind.

Also, this is highly suggestive but not outright smutty...yet. 

You know by now, I’ll write sequels if they’re requested.

For as long as you’ve known them, you have been stuck between Getou, and Gojo.

Maybe stuck isn’t the right word, seeing as it implies that you’d actually want to leave at some point.

The three of you are around the same age, you’ve been competing to be the strongest ever since you could understand the concept of your own curses and thus, have kept each other strong by pitting yourselves against each other all the time.

The boys took it to a rather different level recently, and for the life of you, you can’t remember when it changed.

Suddenly, it wasn’t a three way tie anymore, now it’s not so much a race to be the best, but a standoff, over you.

Whatever possessed them to suddenly decide that you were the prize they’d compete for, you had to thank it profusely.

The two are as different as night and day, each so utterly, painfully attractive they make you weak at the knees.

Getou’s a calm summer morning, he’ll bring you snacks or coffee in the morning and make sure you start your day properly. He opens doors and walks on the edge of the road nearest the cars, the whole nine yards. His method of flirting makes you feel good, compliments and validation that just makes you want to hug him.

Gojo, on the other hand, likes to pretend he’s too cool for you, forgetting you’ve known him since the days he couldn’t sneeze without causing himself to go haywire with that damned curse of his.

That tough guy act of his lasts a total of four days before you and Shoko rip him a new one, he’s enough of an ass as it is, he doesn’t need to take it to impressive levels.

Once he’s been thoroughly laughed at, he goes right back to being himself, buys you silly gifts that you neither need nor can find a use for, but they make you laugh, and so does he.

With Satoru around, it’s impossible not to smile, almost impossible to focus as well.

The three of you are dumb kids, too strong to be killed by conventional curses and quickly barrelling toward the big-headed territory. Pushing each other’s buttons is about the only thing that keeps you humble.

You’re the only challenge those two haven’t overcome, and though they’re going about it like a game, they’re both deadly serious. Both want you, and won’t settle for anyone else.

The game is fun enough, knowing they both want you is flattering, but when you sit alone in your room, you’re terrified of the day it all comes to a head. You don’t want to be the reason the trio becomes a double, you don’t want to lose either of them to each other.

That fear eats at you, each and every day.

On the upside, it fuels your cursed energy...maybe a little too much.

‘Yikes!’ Gojo barely dodged the hair-fine web you swung, they were getting longer and longer each day, harder to snap too. ‘Goin’ all out today, doll?’

‘When do I not?’ You huffed. Every move you made was like a dance, webs made of pure cursed energy threatening to slice or trap anyone who came near, and only you knew which was which.

Getou threw a curse at you, only realising too late that you’d been waiting for him to do that. Your webs cut the monster into tiny chunks before disappearing, replaced with threads that wrapped tightly around him, hoisting him off the ground. 

‘Well, up to you now, Satoru.’ Getou chuckled smugly. ‘Good luck with that.’ 

He knows you, and on top of your game, it’s not a tie anymore. They may be strong, but catching you on your best day, they can’t beat you.

Gojo’s tiniest distraction is enough, your threads have been sneaking closer for minutes, when he raises his arm, he suddenly finds he can’t move it, or anything else.

‘Indeed, good luck with that.’ You giggle coyly, holding steady with both men trapped in your hold, throwing more cursed energy behind your threads, just in case. If they managed to beat you out of this situation, you’d never hear the end of it.

Getou sighs, relaxing into the webs. His eyes are soft, like he’s looking at the being who hung the starts in the sky. He knows you, knows how much time and effort you put in just to be able to stand there, still and firm, no matter how hard he struggles, he’s not going anywhere, and in all honesty, he sees no reason to leave.

Satoru chuckles, your threads have lifted him from the ground, unwilling to let go until you hear them say uncle.

Cursed energy spiderwebs over your skin, invisible armour, more unbreakable as any metal man has ever known.

The two men share a look, a silent signal passing between them.

‘We surrender.’ 

Later that evening, you’ve showered the day off your skin, busy towel drying your hair when a knock at your door drags your attention away from your music.

‘Who is it?’

‘Me, sweetheart.’ 

Your body grows warm at the way he whispers the nickname so sweetly, and you allow him to come in. There’s no point locking the door at the school, no door will ever stop a determined Gojo on a mission to show you that one funny video in person because he wants to see your reaction.

Getou swings the door open, smiling at the sight of you aggressively drying your hair. ‘You’re so rough on yourself. Here, let me.’ 

‘I can dry my own...hair.’ 

Your argument dies on your tongue when he turns your back to face him and takes the towel from you in one smooth motion, using it to gently massage your scalp. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from downright purring at his gentle ministrations. 

‘I believe you, after all, you are the strongest right now.’ 

‘No I’m not.’

Getou chuckled, he sounded so close your skin rose in gooseflesh out of sheer anticipation, fingers starting to tremble. ‘Weren’t you there today? What about yesterday? You’ve beaten Satoru and I soundly, even two on one.’ 

‘That, doesn’t mean anything.’ 

‘Hush,’ suddenly, he’s leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the exposed skin at the nape of your neck, lingering long enough to hear your breath hitch. ‘It’s our fault, really. So busy competing over you, we let you run away with us.’ 

Your eyes went wide, this was the first time either of them openly addressed the fact that they’d been vying for your attention, let alone acted on it like this.

Big, warm hands slid over the curve of your waist, thumbs brushed your sensitive ribs, squeezing your sides gently. 

‘Don’t act so surprised, you knew.’ Getou nipped at your ear, pulling you back into his chest when you startled. He kissed you neck again, and didn’t pull away, hunting out your sensitive skin with his full attention. ‘You knew we wanted you, were you having fun playing coy?’

‘Suguru...’ His name’s the only thing that comes to mind, words slip free while your brain short circuits. Logical thought goes out of the window, and you’ve no intention of getting it back.

‘Did you like, playing coy?’ He repeats it again, one hand sliding smoothly under your shirt, the other toying with your waistband.

‘N-no,’ eyes rolling shut, revelling in every touch, your body screams about just how touch starved you’d been, just how long you’d longed for them to touch you. 

A moan bubbled from your lips unbidden as Getou’s long, slender fingers slipped precisely where you needed him most, caressing every nerve like it was second nature, but a thud from the other side of your wall reminded you of just who lived next door, and you clapped a hand over your mouth.

Getou wrapped his hand around your wrist, swiftly pulling your hand away. ‘What’re you holding back those pretty noises for, sweet thing?’

You flicked your sex blown eyes at your bedroom wall. ‘He’ll hear us.’ 

Suguru laughed, nipping at your newly discovered sweet spot. ‘Let him.’ 

An outright whine is all you can say before he’s lifted you gently into his arms like you weigh nothing at all, spreading you onto your bed and laying out at your side.

His lips melt over yours, stealing your breath and sanity in one fell swoop, fingers playing at your body like he knows it already.

Your ears barely register the sound, it’s your curse that warns of a familiar presence coming to life not far, and Getou pulls away as your bedroom door is thrown open.

It wouldn’t occur to you until later that he’d left that door unlocked on purpose.

Gojo pouted, kicking the door shut behind him, and this time, turning the key.

‘Well now you’re just being mean. Thought you wanted to finish the race, Sugu?’

‘You know what they say,’ playful little kisses across your collarbones and shoulders keep you pliant under his touch, your eyes blown dark and sex driven, ‘sharing is caring.’ 

[violettelueur]

— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYŌMEN SUKUNA + NANAMI KENTO || THEIR S/O FALLING ASLEEP ON TOP OF THEM

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna + nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 01 february 

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : So I think my ask got eaten... ((honestly.. i have bad luck and even on my own blog eats my asks when I'm testing themes 😂)) Can I please request Head canons for Gojo, Sukuna, Fushiguro and Nanami? Their SO falls asleep on top of them? Their S/O has mentioned that thwy have a hard time falling asleep cause they dont usually feel safe? their S/O says they fell asleep cause they feel safe amd protected when they're together? - 🌼

↳ barista’s notes : guys...today was just a whole day of pain. first it was the recent jujutsu kaisen manga chapter and now the new attack on titan episode......gabi can die......ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and come again soon ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

In the beginning, he would be surprised when you suddenly fall asleep on top of him because he is used to him being in the position that you are in.

And when you inform him that you feel safe in his arms when you sleep since you have a hard time beforehand, Fushiguro will blush profusely while looking to the side to hide his face from you.

Fushuguro at first is really hesitant to wrap his arms around your body since he isn’t used to physical touch - even when it’s just the both of you alone - but over time he gets comfortable and just naturally places his arms around you.

He really loves to admire your face at first before beginning to play with your hair because he loves it when you do the same thing when he is on top of you.

While he is holding you, he will either be on his phone scrolling through articles to find out ways to help you sleep when he is not there or reading a book that he was reading to you before you fell asleep.

Fushiguro loves holding your hand when you sleep on top of him - he really finds it a little amusing on how tight you hold his hand despite your relaxed state like you don’t want him to move away from you.

When he needs to go somewhere, like the bathroom or to get a drink, he will summon his divine dog to keep you company - it will lay its head on top of yours.

If you washed your hair that day, he really likes the scent it gives off and will lightly place his nose on top of your head to be comforted by the smell.

Sometimes, Fushiguro will fall asleep with you because with you on top of him, he gets a constant supply of warmth and that leads him to relax extremely quickly.

Overall, Fushiguro is really surprised at this action of yours in the beginning but really begins to appreciate it since that means you really trust him a lot and he is glad that he can take care of you in some way since you do the same with him when he gets beat up quite a bit.

When you fall asleep on top of him, Gojo will find that extremely adorable and just continues to hold you in his arms without a single question.

When you tell him that you feel safe in his arms and that you recently have been having trouble sleeping, Gojo will look at you with glassy eyes while thinking ‘they’re so cute’ in his head.

When it comes to the night and both of you are finished for the day, Gojo will already be in bed with his arms wide open the second you enter his dorm because he invited you.

Gojo loves to leave a few pecks on your face, especially your forehead while stroking your cheek because he thinks you are adorable in his arms - especially the size difference between you and him.

Gojo will always take a few photos of you while you are sleeping since he just wants to keep this into memory.

He will always want you to nap during work and use that as an excuse on why he can’t go to meetings or why you are late.

If someone wakes you up due to him not going to an important meeting, he will get angry at the person since it is rare that you two get to spend some time together.

Before you fell asleep, you and Gojo were probably talking about how your futures looked. For example, a family, marriage (if you ain’t already married) and maybe some future dates/vacations to help you with nightmares if you get some.

If he has to do paperwork that he left last minute, he will make you sit on his lap with your arms around his neck and your head tucked in the crook of his neck since he wants you to feel safe at all times.

Overall, Gojo is really welcoming to the idea of you sleeping on top of him since this is a time where he is allowed to see you vulnerable due to you contrasting attitude in Jujutsu Tech - this time he has with you his most favourite and that fact you rely on him to feel safe makes his ego skyrocket.

For the fun of it, I would say he would push you off...but Imma be nice.

When you first fall asleep on top of him, Sukuna would look at you with an annoyed look while grumbling on how heavy you feel - when in reality you are as light as a feather to him, he’s just being a bitc-

When you tell him that you made him feel safe in his arms, Sukuna would be confused and look at you like you are stupid - because why would you feel safe with the King of Curses.

He will try to push you off at first, but slowly and reluctantly will tightly wrap his arms around you while looking down onto your face with a nonchalant expression displayed on his.

If he feels like you are going to move again, his arms will tighten around you to keep you still -  if you are somehow awake, he will say “did I ask you to move?” in like a light threatening tone.

Sukuna will have his hands under your shirt since he wants to feel your skin against his since that’s what is used to when you both finished - assuming you didn’t do it.

When you are sleeping, he will stroke your hair and call you foolish at the same time since he does jokingly mutter that he can kill you right there but for some reason, he doesn’t want to.

Sometimes, he will place a hand on your chest to feel your heart-beating (if he can) - this ain’t the thing you’re thinking, your heart isn’t going to get ripped out - it’s weirdly comforting to him.

If he wants you to wake up, he will move some of your hair and bite your neck since why not….he now wants to be worshipped since your time is up.

Overall, if Sukuna really and truly loves you, he will allow you to lay yourself on top of him for the rare comfort that you will get - even though he calls you foolish for you feeling safe with him, he has a sense of pride to that since he knows that you belong to him and him only.

When you fall asleep on top of Nanami for the first time, he will grumble for a moment before beginning to admire you.

When you inform him that you had a hard time sleeping lately and that you feel safe in his arms, Nanami will pat your head and tell you that you can do it anytime when you need to - which will be every day.

Nanami just wants you to get a full night's rest and doesn’t want you to feel tired throughout the day, but he doesn’t tell you that he loves the feeling of you in his arms.

Nanami loves to leave at least one forehead kiss on your before running his hand up and down your back to comfort you while you are in a slumber.

This is one of the reasons why Nanami doesn’t want to do overtime. He knows that you are either going to stay up since you feel really unsafe or you will try to sleep but you will struggle to.

Like Fushiguro, Nanami is probably reading a book he was reading to you before you fell asleep - I said this before and I will again, his voice really is suited for audiobooks, it’s really soothing.

If you need to sleep during the day - due to him doing overtime - he will allow you to sleep on top of him but away from the public eye since he doesn’t want anyone waking you up, especially Gojo.

During these times when you sleep in the school, he will drape his blazer over you since you both are not in your usual bedroom where the blanket is ready - he wants you to be warm.

If you fall asleep on him on the couch, he doesn’t have the heart to move you both since you look so peaceful but will in like 2-5 hours since he feels like you need to sleep somewhere more appropriate.

Overall, Nanami is the type that will grumble in the beginning but really enjoys times like this with you since he doesn’t have to worry about curses and other things Jujutsu related - all he has to worry is about you feeling safe in his arms.

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