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tojisbbygworl · 1 year ago

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My Wife is a Stoner and a Bitch and it’s Driving Me Crazy - Toji Fushiguro x Black!Reader ~ FFL Series

Summary: Megumi is finally out of the house which means it’s time to spark up. Toji - 33, You - 30, Megumi - 12

Characters: Toji, Megumi, Yuuji, Sukuna, Gojo

Words: 6,215

Tags: 18+, 2nd person, Fluff, Established Relationship, Marijuana, AU-No Curses, SMUTTTT, Car sex, High Sex, Cunnilingus, Toji is Whipped, DILF, Toji is a Good Dad, Soft Toji

Disclaimer: This work is part of a Black!Reader x Toji series I started called Fushiguro Family Life. It's basically a slice of life series with you, Toji and Megumi. None of them are in order and can be read on their own unless stated otherwise.

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author’s note: So basically the great AO3 DDOS attack of 2023 sent me into a panic and now I’m considering cross posting all my stories. I mayyyy post my other darker Toji stories here but I’m not sure. Probably not.

This is inspired by a reddit post I saw a while ago and couldn’t find again with a similar title. This work is the 1st part of a Drabble series called Fushiguro Family Life (great name Ik shut up). All the stories are cute, fluffy, and/or smutty and will be mostly one shots. A couple may have two chapters. Okay I’m done talking now. Enjoy!!!🩵

Toji was very excited to get back home tonight.

He had just dropped off Megumi at his best friend Itadori Yuuji's house. The kid's birthday was tomorrow and he practically begged Megumi to come to his sleepover. Megumi was a quiet and introverted kid who liked being alone. It's hard to get him out of his shell which makes Toji wonder how the hell those two even became friends in the first place. When Toji overheard Yuuji pleading for Megumi to spend the night while they were playing in his room, he knew he had to get Megumi to go. He loved the kid but God, Megumi was home way too often. Yes, he was only 12, but he had ample opportunity to leave the house. Megumi never joins his friends in walking to the DQ by their middle school after school lets out for the day. He never wants to carpool with Yuuji and Nobara to the nearby high school's games where Yuuji's older brother Sukuna is the football captain. He doesn't go to the fair when it's in town, or Six Flags on the weekends. He would much rather stay at home and have his friends come over. Which means Toji has to constantly deal with at least 3 little shits fucking up his house. It's a situation that's less than ideal.

Megumi has a habit of asking Toji or his stepmother to say no to the prospect of him going out because he doesn't want to hurt his friends' feelings. Sometimes he would come into their room and hold up his phone while it's on speaker. Usually either Yuuji or Nobara will be asking if he could go somewhere and Megumi would be mouthing 'NO' and shaking his head. Toji would repeat the word aloud and that would be the end of that. Well, not this time.

When Yuuji asked Megumi to come to the sleepover, Toji quickly jumped into action. He hopped, skipped, and jumped over to his room where he pretended to be on his phone waiting for Megumi and Yuuji to come through the door. When they did, he looked up.

"What?"

"Mr. Fushiguro, can Megumi come to my sleepover next week? It's gonna be the day before my birthday." Yuuji asks, slightly melancholy from expecting a firm 'no' like usual. Megumi was standing behind him, his face completely relaxed. By this point, his parents should know how this works. A friend asks if Megumi can do something and they say...

"Sure thing."

Megumi's eyes burst wide open while his friend jumps for joy. Yuuji immediately turns around and hugs his best friend who is still frozen in shock and staring bug-eyed at his father. Toji is grinning cheekily. Yuuji starts to guide them away from his room and Megumi takes two of his fingers, points them at his eyes then points them right back at Toji. The door shuts.

Toji immediately texted you, his lovely wife, about the great news.

babe guess what

Wifey

what

i hope u ready to have the house to ourselves next week

Wifey

???

sir what are u talking abt

the little shit is finally out of the house dammit

Wifey

!!!

say on god

on my mom

Wifey

u dont even fuck wit her

i dont fuck with no one but u baby

Wifey

...what abt ur son

what abt him?

Now why are you and Toji celebrating the absence of your amazing son? Well to put it simply, to get high as a fucking kite. You two have never really gotten a good opportunity to do so since you started dating so many years ago and Toji even longer before that. Having a kid put a hold on indulging vices. Not that Toji or you minded, Megumi is a wonderful kid. But before having and gaining custody of Megumi when he was 3, he had always anticipated the days he could sit down and light a blunt again.

The last time you and him had smoked frequently was when you two had started dating. Toji was very fond of you so he strived to see you all the time. His baby mother was willing to watch Megumi while he went on dates with you despite how often they were. And he attempted to impress you with his smoking skills. Unfortunately, it had been a long time since the last time he smoked and on the 4th date he ran out of weed and backwoods. Imagine his surprise when he pulled up to your house and you pulled out an airtight jar that was packed full.

"What-what the hell is that?" He exclaimed.

You looked at him with a concerned face, wondering what had gotten him so shook. "Huh? It's Bubba Kush." Toji had never even heard that strain before.

He proceeded to watch you roll the most beautiful blunt he had ever seen in his entire life. You took two large hits and handed it to him. All he could do was look at you. You thought he was cute, but he was taking too long to take it from you. You scrunched up your face and shook your hand. "Take the shit before it goes out, stupid!"

He was smitten.

When he asked you to move in is when the smoking sessions came to an abrupt stop. Something that you completely understood. Megumi was 6 at the time. He was still a pretty young kid so you or Toji always had to be around. And you were. And you both raised a great kid together. And when he finally reached the age of 11, you both thought he would be leaving the house much more frequently like other kids his age were doing. This is when they start going home on the bus together and hanging out at arcades or small restaurants. How could you have known that Megumi would grow an attachment to his parents and never want to leave the house? How would you know that he enjoyed spending time with his dad and stepmom? What preteen likes hanging out with his parents?

Now as it stands, it had been pretty much 8 months since the last time you and Toji smoked and he was tired of it. He prides himself on successfully hiding weed from his son, but if the only thing holding him back was because his son never fucking left the house, then something had to change. This would be the start of many 'yeses' to come.

The day came and you were coming home from work when Toji dropped Megumi off at Yuuji's. Megumi had let his displeasure with the situation be known all week and he was still irritated while Toji drove.

"You know I like being at home."

"Yeah. You're a damn hermit and the shit is weird."

"You're weird."

"I'm not the one who likes hanging out with his parents."

"That's only because grandma and grandpa suck. Your whole family sucks. Mom and Y/N's families are cool."

"What, so you're saying I'm cool? Is that why you like hanging out with me?"

"So you want me to think you're lame?"

How could Toji answer that truthfully without explaining why? "No, I just want you to hang out with your friends. They really like you. Even if you are a loser."

"You're the loser!"

This bickering continued until Toji finally pulled up to the Itadori household. He almost had to force Megumi out of the car and practically pulled him to the front door where he rang the bell. Itadori Sukuna answered and Toji scowled down at him. He didn't like the 17 year-old asshole.

Sukuna looked down at Megumi and grinned. "Hey, my little brother's emo friend arrived. He won't shut up about how your dad finally let you out of the house for once. What changed, Mr. Fushiguro? Huh?" He raised his brow while his smile grew. Toji's face remained stoic although he was starting to get ticked. He tapped his finger against his thigh.

"Just let the kid inside. I don't have time for your nonsense." Sukuna obliged and moved to the side so Megumi could enter the house. The kid turned and waved at his dad before getting jumped by Yuuji and Nobara.

Toji would have chuckled at the scene if it wasn't for Sukuna straining his neck to look past him. Toji realized he was trying to look into his car. "What, do you want a kiss or some shit?" He teased. He raised a bag that had Yuuji's present and put it to his chest. "Here if that's what you're looking for."

Sukuna's face didn't falter. "Y/N couldn't deliver it herself? That's a shame. It's always nice to see her."

Toji scowled. He doesn't know when, but you had become the designated gift giver at some point over the years. Every gift from the Fushiguro household was from you. You made it or bought it with your own money and always delivered it yourself. Toji hated it for this exact reason. He knew this little shit Sukuna had a crush on you. And you just thought it was the most adorable thing in the world as if he wasn't almost a grown man. You would never go for him so it was hilarious, but Sukuna didn't see it that way. He genuinely believes he has a chance of taking you away from Toji and it fuels his already massive ego.

"No. She told me she's tired of you always trying to flirt with her, so I'm gonna be the delivery boy from now on. So get used to it." He lied. Sukuna called his bluff and laughed heartily.

"Yeah alright. Just tell her I missed her today and that I can't wait to see her at the championship game. I'm assuming she's finally taken that stick out of your ass so you can let Megumi go to my games now."

"I'm not gonna tell her shit. You stay the hell away from my wife, delinquent." Toji spat at him through gritted teeth. He turned and walked away before he could respond, but of course, the teenager just laughed and shut the door. Toji was still fuming when he got back in the car, but then he remembered what awaits him at home and he relaxed.

im omw babe

Wifey

okay bby. i just got home

hungry?

Wifey

always

let's go get sum to eat

Wifey

what we getting

idk

Wifey

well figure it out

maybe

You don't respond, most likely trying to figure out what you want to eat. You still hadn't decided on what to eat when Toji pulled back up to the house. You came outside and got in the car. You got out of your work clothes and put on something comfy and casual. You had on a white graphic tee that you cut into a crop top and black cotton shorts. Your gold anklet accentuated your pink crocs and your bleached locs were in a high ponytail. All you brought was your phone and house keys. Toji sped back off when you entered and didn't give you time to adjust causing you to lose your balance and fall back against the door.

"Um, excuse you?" You exclaimed. Toji put his hand on your thigh.

"Sorry babe. I didn't mean to." he said while trying to hold back his laughter. You glared at him.

"Stop laughing." He let out a snort.

"I wasn't laughing at you, baby."

"You just did, liar." You finally put on your seatbelt and sat back. Toji's hand still didn't leave your leg while he drove to your designated smoking spot. As much as you two would love to smoke at home, you didn't want your house to reek and the neighbors were nosy assholes.

You put on your favorite music during the drive. Toji loved listening to your playlist. You always managed to surprise him with the raunchiest and most explicit songs you could possibly think to put on. Every time he thinks he’s heard them all, you have a new one to show him, such as the one that was playing now.

Boy this pussy talk,

English, Spanish, and French

Boy this pussy talk,

Euros, Dollars, and Yens

He kind of recognized the voice. This was that group you really like called City Girls. You’ve played their songs a couple times before. He might have to add this one to his playlist, though. They’re really riding the beat.

You lift your head up when Toji stops the car. He rolls the front windows down a bit and turns it off. You reach into the glove box to get all the materials, the grinder, the papers, the rolling tray and, of course, the weed itself. Toji watches you intently as you work your magic.

He doesn’t just stare at your hands as it breaks the buds apart and stuff them into the grinder, he also looks at your face, your hair, your jewelry, and your body. You were such a beautiful woman.

”You could really be unwrapping the woods and dumping out the tobacco but you wanna sit there and look at me like you stupid.”

And you were such a bitch. Not that he was complaining.

When you and Toji met, it was his day off and he wanted to spend it working out. Most people don't really choose to spend the day at work, Toji didn't really have a choice in this case. Plus, he owned the place, so he could really do whatever he wanted.

You walked into the gym just as he was finishing his last set. He was all sweaty and gross and you looked really cute with your locs in pigtails. You had on a matching gray set that he's seen on a number of girls. It never looked this good on any of them, though. He prides himself on not being a creep, but he stole plenty of glances at you when you were checking in. Your butt looked really, really good. It was when you had walked into the women's locker room when he realized he hadn't taken his eyes off of it. He blinked, then looked to his left to see Gojo Satoru smirking at him.

"You're such a weirdo." He joked.

"Fuck off." Toji had the smallest blush on his face and he grimaced in embarrassment. He really hadn't meant to be checking you out, but he couldn't help it. You were pretty.

It took you only a couple of minutes to come out of the locker room with nothing but a water bottle and Airpods. Toji wasn't paying attention as he had refocused on finishing his workout, but you caught his eye again when he turned around to leave. You were punching in settings on the treadmill.

Toji paused with his towel and water in his hand and deliberated what his next moves should be. He was tired, wet, and smelled gross. He had been here since he dropped Megumi off at daycare and he wanted to spend some time relaxing at home before he had to get the little menace. But then you started speed walking and your boobs were bouncing so nicely that he just had to get on the treadmill next to you.

Toji is no better than every other man.

He successfully ignored the look that Gojo had thrown at him before unsuccessfully pulling off a casual walk over to where you were. Toji purposefully walks into your line of sight, sweating inwardly knowing that he caught your eye. You look away when he gets on the treadmill right next to yours. He gives you a nod and a smile expecting a small one back. Instead, the aloof look on your face remains and you look him up and down. Then you go right back to speed walking.

He blinked. Okay, he wasn’t expecting that. Maybe he was coming on too strong by choosing the treadmill next to you. It’s too late now. He punches in the same stats on your treadmill and starts walking as well. He’s taking glances at you but you don’t look over to him even once. Or maybe you’re looking when he’s not looking. From how annoyed your face is, he doubts it.

After a couple minutes, you increase your speed to a jog. Toji decides to play a little game for your attention, and does the same, ending on the exact same speed you’re on. He can’t tell if you notice, but it doesn’t matter to him one bit. He could do this for ages.

Every time you increase your speed, he does the same, and Toji knows he’s gotten you when you increase it significantly and you’re full on running. He’s impressed that you’ve gone this long, but he’s gone longer. He follows suit, as expected. And that's when you give him a glare. And it only gets more sinister when you see the cheeky grin on his face. You turn up the setting to the point where you’re full on sprinting. Toji, and some onlookers, has never seen a woman more determined to outperform a man in his life. And he’s had his fair share of lovers. And despite the deeply confused and slightly frightened look on his face, he's having a lot of fun.

And your reaction to him keeping up with your very impressive speed was worth the strain on his body. You press the stop button on the machine slowing you down to the perfect yet quick stop. You stare at him with your hands on your hips. He smiles and does the same. You’re both staring each other down.

“Yes ma��am?” he grins.

“You think you’re cute?” You say, panting heavily.

“No. I think you’re cute.” He responds, smoothly. You jerk your head back and blink.

“Hmph. Well I don’t.”

“How could you not think you’re cute?”

You roll your eyes. “You know what the fuck I meant.” You grab your water and start to walk away. Toji, even though he doesn’t want to look desperate, follows you. You head to the paper towel dispenser and begin to wipe away your sweat, Toji standing behind you ready with the excuse that he needed the paper towels too. You were very frustrated, so you were punching the dispense switch very aggressively.

Toji couldn’t help himself. “I thought I was the one who pissed you off. Don’t take it out on my dispensers. I’ll have to replace them.”

You paused for a second, then turned to look at him. “...You own this gym?” He nods. “Oh hell no. This is the last time you’ll see me here.”

Toji grabs his heart. “You’re breaking my heart, miss…?” He lets the sentence linger so you can finish it for him.

But instead you almost look offended. You really are cute. “I’m not giving you my name!”

He grabs his heart with his other hand and pretends to stumble back. “Agh! You’re breaking it even more.” He leans his hand on the wall and holds himself up, then looks at you smiling. He managed to catch the end of a slight laugh that escaped you. You cover your mouth, but it’s too late. Toji knows he’ll see you again.

And he does the week after while sitting at the receptionist desk filling out some paperwork. Just when he was starting to think you weren’t joking, you walk right in with your Airpods and duffel bag wearing a different matching set, but it looks just as good on you. He puts on a huge grin and watches your face fall as you walk up to him.

“Good morning, are you sign-”

“Getting on the treadmill again today, sweetheart?” He rudely interrupts his employee, who just rolls her eyes and goes to the back room to get on her phone.

“I don’t know who the hell ‘sweetheart’ is, but I’m not her." Ah. And you brought your attitude with you as well. More fun for him.

“Me neither. Maybe if I knew her name, I wouldn’t have to call her that.” He smiles widely.

“Well I hope you figure it out one day.”

“Oh, I’m about to right now.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“She has to give me her name to sign her in. That’s how.” He got you looking stuck and somewhat embarrassed. And that fuck ass smile has not left his face.

“Oh, shut the fuck up…” Your eyes shift downwards slightly and you meet his gaze again. “Toji.” You tell him your name afterwards and he signs you into the computer.

“Have a good workout…sweetheart.” He immediately lets out a boisterous laughter seeing the daggers your eyes are shooting at him and he makes it his life mission to annoy you until you say yes to a date and annoy everyday afterwards.

And he has. So, how can he complain about his wife being a bitch when he chose you because of it?

He does what you request, and hands you the leaf so you can finish rolling. Watching you bring it to your lips and start to slick the wood down with your tongue was always a spectacle. Not just because it look cool, but because he never failed to joke about it. “Why can’t you do that to my wood?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not this shit again.” The both of you stared at the flame from your lighter while you used it to seal the leaf. “Are you always gonna make that joke?”

Toji grinned stupidly. “Yes.” You tried, but failed to hold your laughter.

”I hate you, babe,” you giggled. Toji laughed with you and the both of you proceeded to get super duper high.

You guys were halfway through it and you were in the midst of discussing the new drama in your girlfriend group chat when he interrupted you. “Hey. Hey. Hey-“

”What? You see I’m not done talking.”

Toji pauses and just stares at you, making you even more irritated. “Man, what?”

”Let’s have sex.”

You looked at him like he was crazy then shifted your gaze to his crotch. There, in all of its glory, was a tent in his pants. Typical. He always does this. He becomes very talkative when he’s high, so whenever he goes quiet, you knew something was up.

Toji was staring you down ever since he took the first hit. He looked at your breasts and smirked upon seeing your nipples poking through your shirt. He saw how smooth your neck looked and thought abt how nice it feels to sink his teeth into it. The sounds you make are absolutely gorgeous.

Then he stared at your hair. It was so soft and pretty. The blonde was extremely cute, but he liked them the most when they were ginger. He thinks the color is called Cajun Spice or something like that. It matched well with your skin tone.

At some point while you were talking he put his hands on your thigh and started stroking it with his thumb. You didn’t notice, you subconsciously put your hand on top of his grabbing his fingers. The action filled his heart with warmth, smiling at you while relaxing his head on the seat. Just listening to you talk.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t listening. He was imagining how loud you would be if he opened up your door and bent you over the passenger seat. Hm, that sounds like a really good idea.

You look back into his eyes after seeing how hard his dick had gotten and you couldn’t help but smirk. You were clearly trying to keep your smile down, but it wasn’t working. “So you’re not hungry?”

”I am. For something else.”

“…You’ve charmed me,” you say, making Toji laugh.

”Oh, I have?” He takes off his seat belt.

”Yeah, you have.” You say, following suit.

”Then come here.” Toji grabs you as soon as your seatbelt snaps back, pulling you over the center console to kiss you passionately. It’s kind of uncomfortable for you, you have to kneel onto the seats from the way he pulled you over. You would have said something about it, but you were already so wet and he was grabbing you so tightly that the thought left your head.

Toji was moaning in your mouth so much you could feel it vibrate through your body. You could tell he was really getting into it from the way he shifted himself forward to grab your ass and thigh. He decides that he’s had enough. He needs you now. “Take off your shorts.” He opens up his door to come to your side of the car. You can feel yourself becoming giddy while slipping off your bottoms and shoes.

When Toji opens up your door, he sees you in all of your glory. You were bare from the waist down. Your legs are so shapely and smooth, they look beautiful in the moonlight. So were your perfect thighs that he desperately wanted to grasp and never let go. Your glistening cunt tied the whole thing together. He could only imagine how soaked your panties must have been.

But the best sight was the bright and excited smile that stretched across your lovely face. He was falling in love all over again.

”You look happy,” he teased, kneeling onto the hard ground.

“Speak for yourself.” Toji’s smile was just as wide as yours. He made it very clear that he absolutely adored eating you out. He once described it as his favorite pastime. And he was fucking good at it.

Toji took sometime to rub your legs, leaving kisses leading up to your hot center. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. He savored every single smooch as if it was the last time he would get the chance to kiss you.

He spread your legs the closer he got. The fucker slowed down as well, leaving you to whimper pathetically. He smirked and chuckled at you. You had a mouth on you yet when he made you wet you were like puddy in his hands. He gave you a small, but firm bite, his dick twitching when he hears you hiss.

When Toji finally tasted your sweet center, he moaned. He gave it a small kiss, then tenderly licked it, spreading your lips slightly with his tongue. He looked up at you and saw your head fall backwards along with your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your mouth refused to close, a sound of satisfied pleasure leaving from it. You were so beautiful.

Toji encloses his mouth around your pussy in an extremely sloppy kiss. His mouth is covered in slick and he finds that he likes it so much that he continues making it sloppier by the second. The little squeaks that you’re making in your throat are really cute, but he wants more. He takes his thumb and begins to rub your clit up and down, making sure to get your wetness all over it. It was effective in making you even louder.

”Oh, shit.” You whine. Toji removes his hand just to replace it with his tongue. “Fuck, baby.” You get even louder and your hips begin to grinding into his mouth. You grab his hair in an attempt to keep him still even though you love what he’s doing. Toji loves it and he goes even harder. “Mm, Toji it feels so good.”

He removes his mouth to suck on his fingers. After he wets them up, he inserts on of his digits into your wet pussy. It goes in with ease. You feel his thick finger enter you and as much as you love it, you want more.

”Put another one in, baby.” Toji smiles and bites his lips.

”Anything you want.” He yields to your request, inserting a second finger and pumping them. That makes you moan even louder.

”Yeah, just like that.” He doesn’t take his eyes away from yours. Yours are lidded but he can still see the want in them. The longer he looks, the more he wants you. His fingers pump you harder and harder and you get louder and louder, all while staring him in the eyes. The familiar feeling of release builds up in your abdomen. Your breathing picks up.

”Oh, Toji…Toji…”

”Yes baby?” He starts to smile at you. Your cunt starts getting wetter. He knew what was about to happen.

”I’m gonna cum,” Your voice is so breathy it’s beautiful.

”Go ahead and cum on my fingers, baby.” You do exactly that. As much as he loved keeping eye contact with you, watching you throw your head back and curse while feeling your cum drip from your pussy onto his seats was a much better alternative. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Toji removed his fingers from you and held them up to your face. You flick your tongue out before wrapping your mouth around it. You look at him while maneuvering your head back and forth sucking them dry. Toji stares down at you smiling.

”God, you’re a slut.” He tells you. You release his fingers with a pop and nod your head, smiling.

”What am I going to do with you?” He takes his shirt off before pulling down his pants and briefs, his thick and throbbing member slapping back onto his stomach. He looked amazing. His face was glistening with cum. You took your time to stare at him and his body. His muscles and abs were on display for anyone who had the misfortune (or let’s be honest, fortune) to pass by with their headlights on. His pants and underwear pooled at his ankles and you can’t help but think about how nice his butt looks right now. Just sitting out in the wind. You giggle.

”What’s funny?” He asks, tugging on his dick preparing to lean over you.

”Your ass probably looks so good right now.”

”Why you wanna bite it?” He holds himself over you and pushes your legs up. You lick your lips.

“A little bit. It’s not like I haven’t done it before.” Toji smirks then kisses you sweetly. Without even warning you, he pushes himself into your pussy refusing to let up from the kiss when your mouth instinctively opens wide. The feeling of Toji sinking into you is euphoric, and it gets even better when he’s fully inserted inside of you. He sighs. The two of you are connected at the hip and it feels just as good as the first time.

Toji looks down at the two of you. Your stomach is so beautiful when your thighs are pressed against it. Your ankles were laying on his shoulder pushing your abdomen down and making you feel full. He can’t stop looking at it as he slowly begins to pull himself out of you. You start to whine desperately, grabbing at his back to keep him inside of you. But Toji slams himself back into you making you practically scream. He starts a steady pace of fucking you into his seats. You sound delicious grunting into his ear with every thrust.

“You like that, don’t you?” Obviously.

“Oh my fucking God, yes.” You respond looking at him. He’s holding your hip with one hand and brings the other behind your head putting his body weight on your elbow. Toji pulls your head up to his to kiss you once more. You swallow each other’s moans and his thrusts become more intense. You scratch at his back leaving new scars amongst his old ones.

“Does my pussy feel good, Toji?” You whisper into his ear. He groans into yours and you clench your cunt around his dick.

“So fucking good, baby girl.” It’s his turn to sound breathless. It tickles your ear.

“Will you moan for me? Will you say my name?” You ask. He nods and begins to whine. He sounds desperate for your pussy, as if it he would die if he stopped fucking you for even one second.

“Ngh…(Y/N), I fucking love this pussy.” He whimpers. He sounds so hot, you can feel your release coming soon.

“I know you do baby.” You taunt. Toji weakly lifts his hand from your hip and it crawls up your torso between your breasts to grip your neck. You can’t talk and your head remains still. Toji’s breath is hot on your cheek while he turns his head.

“You’re a dirty fucking bitch you know that?” He tells you. Toji thrusts into you one more time and stops. You look at him in desperation while he pulls himself out of you. “Open your mouth.” As soon as you do, he drools onto your tongue then leans down to make out with it. It ends with your tongue being sucked into his mouth.

“Turn around, bitch.” He commands. You twirl around and hike your ass into the air, twerking a little bit while smiling at him. He grins and slaps your cheek hard. Then, Toji lines himself up with your pussy once more, and pushes himself into you from behind.

He can’t even hear how amazing you sound, he’s so focused on how wet you are. He tilts his head back wards and groans. “Oh, shit.” He begins to fuck you from the back, getting even more excited seeing your ass clap on his stomach.

He holds onto your hips as if it’s a lifeline. At some point, you turn to look back at him and you look so fucking slutty it’s not even funny. Toji can’t help himself when he reaches for your hair then yanks your upper body towards him, causing you to arch your back. He reaches over to grab one of your tits knowing that they probably looked amazing bouncing from him fucking the shit out of you.

You’re loud and spewing curses, but so is Toji. He can feel your pussy clenching around him again. “You’re about to cum again, aren’t you?” All you can do is nod too busy screaming his name. “Then cum on my dick, baby. Come on.”

“Okay daddy.” Toji smacked your ass again.

“Fuck, say that again.”

“Okay, daddy.” You say while releasing on his member, leaving a white ring of cream around his base. Toji pushes himself down onto you grabbing his seats and ramming himself into your pussy. You’re already slumped, not even trying to lift your head up and just letting your cheek squish into the chair. Your moans are quick and desperate. Hoping that it never ends. But from the speed at which Toji thrusts inside of you, his breath picking up and his moans becoming more wild and loose, you knew it would end soon.

“I’m gonna cum, baby girl. Where do you want it?”

You gather enough strength to tell him, “On my face, Toji. Please cum on my face.”

Oh, he was so glad you said that. He fucks you for a little while longer before ripping himself from you. You immediately turn around and kneel down, face lined up right underneath his balls. Toji pumps his dick and looks at you staring up at him in anticipation. You look so fucking beautiful, he releases a guttural and intense moan while his thick, white seed spills all over your face. You accept it gracefully, then when he’s done you lick the remaining cum from his dick. He shudders.

“Damn, babe.” He laughs. “You’ve never looked prettier.”

You would bat your eyes if he didn’t cum on one of them, so you opt to giggle and pose cutely. “You should take a picture.” You joke.

Well, he takes it seriously. Toji pulls up his pants and underwear to find his phone, snatching it up and snapping as many pics of you as he can. You go along with it and actually start to pose while his semen drops down your face and onto your body, mainly your tits. He makes sure to take a picture of that too.

“Yeah, this is going in the vault.” He puts his phone away, gets the paper towel roll he keeps in his car for this very reason and wipes your face for you. When you’re all clean you look so fucking gorgeous he can’t help but to kiss both of your cheeks.

“What was that for?” You ask, pulling your shirt down and putting on your shorts.

Toji shrugs. “I love you. So much.”

You give him a slight glare and his stupid smile falls. “What?”

“You just saying that because I let you cum on my face.” Toji feigns offense and dramatically puts his hand to his chest and scoffs and gasps.

“How dare you. I love you for you are AND you let me cum on your face.” He says. You roll your eyes.

“Take us home so you can do it again, loser." You slam the door shut and start to light the unfinished blunt once more.

Toji looks at you through the window and can’t help but stare in absolute infatuation. You really are perfect for him.

“Can you come the fuck on?” You open the door to shout at him.

“Yes, baby.”

ending a/n: I started this series to take a break every once in a while from all the angst I write, lmao. I have quite a few story ideas, but none of them are fully written just yet. Be sure to check back for the next installment in the series🩵🩵🩵

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goatyuuji · 6 months ago

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AND I AM BACK TO THE FIC REC GRIND BABY...Hope you enjoy them and give love to all the authors <3

Short fics:

he slips in to relieve the pain by weeb_grass (M, 3.3k, Complete)

Yuuji cannot sleep now that he's got another soul picking at him from within his own mind. Megumi keeps replaying the moment Sukuna ripped his friend's heart out. Both find ways to cope with the pain of emotional manipulation. "You stupid boy, Sukuna whispered into the deep crevices of Yuuji’s heart. You stupid, love-sick boy."

My Love Mine All Mine by darlingscurse (T, 8.1k, Complete)

“Not to worry, Yoshino,” Gojo announces brightly and while Megumi can’t see his eyes he feels them flicker to him for the smallest fraction of a second and something in his stomach drops. Oh no. “I just know what to do. Don’t you worry about that, your teacher has it all figured out!” Megumi opens his mouth, impending doom hanging over his head like a storm cloud, but by then it’s already too late, lightning has already struck. Gojo, the biggest ass in human history, flashes thumbs up in the round and then goes: “I’m sure our brightest little shikigami user would love to help you.” (or: Yuji comes back from the dead, comes back from the dead with a shiny new friend and Megumi is totally cool with that. Everything's peachy. Really.) PS: this one for all the people (me) who LOVEE Megumi absolutely loathing Junpei for no reason except the fact Yuuji befriends him (sorry Junpei)

kiss me not him by tamarsilan (T, 9.4k , Complete)

Still, her mouth had nearly hung open in shock at the news. “Junpei and I are dating,” Itadori had said with a smile on her face, holding up her and Yoshino’s intertwined hands. In their shared college dorm, Yoshino’s socked toes had dragged against their carpet, unsure. Fushiguro had been glad that she was sitting at the time. Between her hands the bunny-adorned coffee mug, Itadori had made her, threatened to shatter Or: Fushiguro Megumi and the five stages of grief

Conbini Kisses by Anonymous (T, 2.1k, Complete)

Itadori’s anger, Megumi can deal with. His silence, however, is torture. ————— Now they’ve reconnected, Fushiguro and Itadori have a much needed conversation.

The Brotherly Code by awkwardtypeos (T, 2.8k, Complete)

He sighs heavily, and looks his best friend dead in the eye, and finally delivers the news. “You cannot court Fushiguro. He is not worthy of you. I must ask you to put a stop to this.” Itadori blinks at him once, twice, several times, and then absolutely squawks, high-pitched and certainly not manly, “W-what do you mean? Todo that’s-that’s none of your business!"

sweet disposition by Nicolefrickle (T, 3.1k, Complete)

Itadori needs touched, and Megumi needs to heal

Long Fics:

you may bury my body by movequickly (M, 32.9k, Complete)

In all the worst ways, Yuji is just like Suguru. PS: I could not sleep for 3 whole days after reading this...this fic is intense i won't lie, the gojo and yuuji scenes are hard to swallow, gojo and geto scenes even more but all in all this also feels like a love letter to Yuuji

Saving You by earthtodora (T, 73k, Ongoing)

Yuji dies in the battle against Sukuna in Shinjuku. When he wakes up in the infirmary, he finds that he's in the past, before the events of the Culling Game, and the Shibuya Incident. Yuji must try to avoid making the same mistakes, and find a way to defeat the King of Curses and save the people he cares about. But first, he must find a way to deal with his own trauma and come to terms with the future he left behind. --- "Sensei," Yuji spoke up suddenly, snapping Gojo out of his thoughts. Gojo looked over at him. "Yes, Yuji?" "I want you to kill me."

tears of a tiger (there is no night without dawn) by rugbratz (T, 53.9k, Completed)

Yuuji understands that most people in his situation would be excited for the promise of tomorrow and what it may bring. But that’s not him. Yuuji can’t even begin to explain the conglomeration of emotions that he feels, but he knows that all of them are horrible and that he’s not ready. He never is.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #fushiita #jujutsu megumi #megumi x yuuji #itadori x fushiguro #itafushi fic recs #fushiita fic recs #fic rec list #fic recs #ao3 fic recs #fic rec

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epickiya722 · 11 months ago

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So I just read a meta about how Yuji is not at all parallel with Getou. "Because Yuji is really kind from his heart unlike Getou...." Can I ask, is there really an interview where Gege said that Getou is too kind in the cruel JJK universe? Do you agree with the parallel between Yuji and Getou?

[I apologize beforehand, this kinda got long because I got into the topic and I'm running on low HP. So this may be a little all over the place. 😅]

Okay, so I don't know if there is an interview of such a topic (I'm still "new" to JJK, like I'm just being more active again enough though I had been into the since it premiered and picked up the manga, not important right now though) but I can answer that second question!

I disagree with the fact that Yuji and Suguru can't be compared because Yuji is "too kind". Don't get me wrong, my boy is so kind. And the same be said for Suguru once upon a time.

So I do agree with the parallels.

The thing is, Suguru didn't start off as some evil guy. And even if he did, that doesn't mean him and Yuji can't be parallels to each other, let alone be compared.

Sometimes, it seems forgotten that Suguru was just a child, too, when his life took a whole different course. He was just a year older than what Yuji is when he witnessed the death of Riko. At 17-18 years old, he finally snapped.

Sure, they're totally different characters on the surface. When you see Suguru, you wouldn't think Yuuji and vice versa. It takes sitting down and letting your mind wander and seeing those similarities.

If there are hero characters that serve as parallels to their villains, I don't see why Yuji being "too kind" would be an issue to why he can't serve as a parallel to Suguru.

Now, I don't know if Gege wants us to see them as parallels, but I do see that the characters share some similarities. Wrote a post of said similarities way back when, but I'll do a recap here!

Small details are that they're both are/have been in a trio that consists of them (Suguru and Yuji), a girl with a bob (Shoko and Nobara) and another guy who comes from a high-status clan with a string technique born in December (Satoru and Megumi). They both lost a limb (Yuji lost a hand and Suguru lost a whole arm), fought some old guy, has fought Yuta, and has a thing for loose clothing.

Now, I see those more as coincidences. But there are bigger details that more-so dwell into and shape into their characters.

They have witnessed someone die in front of them and someone's death had set them off somehow to the point of Suguru and Yuji being enraged and questioning how things work.

Suguru was less than a yard away when Riko was killed in front of him and moments later, Toji tells him about Satoru. Suguru was already still in shock with Riko's death since it just happened and then Toji pushed him further with Satoru's "death" (yes, Suguru didn't see Satoru die, but his "death" was a trigger for him, like that's his other half right there). There's also Haibara's death. Haibara's death was definitely another tragedy for Suguru given that Haibara was kinda the hope spot for their group. He was literally the sunshine and then that dreadful mission happened.

Yuji witnessed both deaths of Junpei and Nanami at the hands of Mahito. And as had death had been for Suguru, their deaths affected him greatly. Junpei's demise kicks off Yuji's hatred for Mahito and it's just the beginning of how his character begins to change. Yuji starts off more optimistic in the story, by the time the Shibuya Incident Arc ends, he has pretty much dulled. He already accepts his death in the beginning, doing what he can to save people. But then, he lost his fight against Choso, Sukuna did what he did and then Mahito came and killed Nanami and (seemingly) Nobara.

Both characters came to the realization that the jujutsu world sucks. They're just tools ordered by others (the Higher Ups 🙄) who don't do a damn thing really, to kill curses that will just keep coming. They accept that, but in different ways. For Suguru, he deflects and decides to "fix the problem" by killing the cause of Curses. Which is humans, or to be specific: non-shamans. For Yuuji, when he accepts it, it's when he has his final battle with Mahito. He doesn't decide to kill humans. He just accepts that "Well, Mahito, you're right, I am you. I am a killer."

Crazy thing is, when both Suguru and Yuuji hit their breaking points and kill/attempt to kill someone (Suguru with the village and Yuji with Mahito), it wasn't like they're enjoying it for revenge purposes or anything. They're both emotionally drained and just act on the simple nature of being a jujutsu sorcerer/curse user. They have those dead looks in their eyes.

Another trait they share is swallowing cursed things, which, again, plays into shaping their characters.

Suguru swallows curses and does not enjoy the taste at all. And it's something he has to do over and over and over. Curses are nothing but trouble for him. In his past, he uses his technique for saving, to do good as he believed he should do. When he chooses to be a curse user, he uses his technique in exchange for money. As a teenager, he pretty much was using a technique that slowly was mentally destroying him for people who wouldn't even know he was saving them and for people who wouldn't care less about him. If he's going to swallow the thing that he hates most just as much as he does for non-shamans, he might as well do it benefit himself.

His technique, piled on with the deaths he witnessed as well as the ugliness of people changed Suguru for the worse.

Same could be said for Yuuji. While he doesn't have to do it as often Suguru does, he still gets just as much mental damage as Suguru. At first, he handles it a little better, it's even played for laughs a little. When he first swallows one of Sukuna's fingers, it's to save his friends and Megumi. He doesn't think about it, he acts on it. When he swallows the second finger, it kicks in how gross it is, but he brushes off the taste. The third finger, he wasn't even conscious for. Sukuna swallowed that one. Four finger, again, Sukuna did that. However, even though Yuuji is aware that the more fingers he swallows, the closer his execution date is, and isn't sure how many fingers it would take for him to lose control of Sukuna, he just asks "should I eat it"?

It's when fingers 5-15 are consumed when things really hit Yuuji hard. He loses his fight against Choso, and is unconscious and close to death, which allows the Hasaba Twins to feed him finger #5. Jogo comes along and feeds him the next 10 fingers.

Sukuna takes over and we know what happens after that.

After Sukuna destroys Shibuya, he dumps that trauma on Yuuji who blames himself for the destruction. It goes down even further down hill for him.

Speaking of Sukuna, that's another thing they share. Not Sukuna, but body possession.

Both Suguru and Yuuji's bodies become vessels for 1000+ year old beings that cause nothing but problems for everyone else all while they're being used for other's advantages.

Kenjaku possesses Suguru's body to use his technique. Sukuna possess Yuuji's body as a way to be brought up into the world. Although he doesn't have control of Yuuji's body all the time, whenever he does, he makes sure to make the most of it.

(And if you're a manga reader, you know he definitely have done that.)

It also strikes me as interesting that both characters have a connection to Kenjaku in some way. As mentioned, Suguru's body is possessed by Kenjaku and Kenjaku is responsible for Yuuji existing. And I just know that had to be foreshadowed, too.

That part when that the Worm Curse Toji had comes in contact with Suguru can calls him "mommy"? Yeah... Suguru becomes a mom, alright. Adopts twins a year later, dies years later after that, body gets possessed. And what do you know! Suguru's body gets possessed by Kenjaku... who just before taking Suguru's body had been parading around as Kaori Itadori... Yuuji's mother!

Really, what sets Suguru and Yuuji apart is that Suguru ended up from being a hero character to a villain.

For two characters to never had interacted, they do have similar stories.

#kiya answers #kiya answers questions #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji #yuji itadori #yuuji itadori #geto suguru #getou suguru #suguru getou #suguru geto #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 6 months ago

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So I just read your Muzan and Gojo fluff and loved them so much! Do you think it would be possible for me to request something like the Muzan one where the reader joins Sukuna in becoming a cursed spirit, but they're on opposing ends? Like lovers that are enemies kinda thing 👀

Thank you for the kind words~!

As for your request, I had to do a deep dive into spirits as it's been a hot minute since I've seen anything JJK story wise. In that research, following your request was a bit difficult but I still hope you enjoy it nonetheless~

For all readers: Please keep in mind the process I will use is not canonical in any way and is merely me making this up for the sake of the story.

This may be a bit cheesy, but you know what? We're here to enjoy and indulge in all things.

Should you desire a part 2, do let me know~

Title: To Live with You

Characters: Sukuna x m!reader

Contains: fluff, human transformation, Sukuna is in Yuuji's body

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Cold...It's so cold...

It felt like ice was coursing through your veins, but you couldn't fight it. Everything was dark, your senses dulled to nothing save for the blistering chill that seemed to spiral through your body.

"I'm almost done. I know, it must hurt."

That voice...whose was it? It sounded so familiar yet so foreign. It didn't help with how fuzzy it sounded, how muffled and distant it was.

You wanted to agree that it did hurt, but your mouth wouldn't budge, no part of you would no matter how hard you tried. You only wished you could remember how you got here so you could try and steady your heart.

Except your heart was already still.

That had to be it. You had to be dead, right? You never knew death would be so cold. Strangely enough, it wasn't terrible. If you got cold enough, everything would numb up, and you would eventually pass, surely.

But it never came, and you continued to lay in frozen limbo.

"Just one more vial...and it will be complete..."

Vial? Complete? Just what was this voice talking about?

Any thought you had would come to a screeching halt as whatever icy sensation you had to give way to a roaring flame. Your body felt like it was engulfed in heat, like you were dropped into a pit of fire. Compared to the numbing cold, you wanted to scream out with how this felt. Going from frozen to blazing was a shock, one that practically shook you out of the comatose sleep you were in.

Eyes snapping open, you sat up, sweat rolling down your face as you panted heavily, gripping at the fabric of your shirt that resided over your chest. You could once again feel the pounding of your heart, though it felt unknown, as if it wasn't meant to beat again. Your vision struggled to focus, your body unsure of its state. You felt wrong, but it was his voice that brought you back.

"Y/N..."

It took you a moment, but once you were able to meet the red eyed gaze of the King of Curses, you knew you were safe. In fact, your memories came flooding back.

The long conversations you two had, the uncertainty, the confusion, fear, acceptance, it all came back to you like a ton of bricks.

He had transformed you as promised.

You instantly wrapped your arms around Sukuna's shoulders, pulling him into a deep kiss, which he returned without hesitation. It lasted longer than any other kiss you had before, but you deserved it for the hell you endured to get to where you were now.

With this cursed transformation, you could live by Sukuna's side.

Except for one thing.

"We need to head back," he breathed once you two broke the kiss. "It's almost sunrise."

It was only now that you realized you weren't in your bed, but instead in a desolate alleyway, free from any peering eyes, but his words made the dull ache return to your body.

"Sukuna--"

"The change is faint for now, but you need to work on surpressing the energy okay?"

"Can't we just run--"

"You knew well what you were signing up for." Sukuna's voice was firm, but careful. He was right, and you knew it. Now, you had to fight more than ever to keep yourself hidden. The change was risky, but you did so to be with the King of Curses as long as you could. "Remember, I won't hold back if we ever need to fight."

You gave a small chuckle, standing on shaky legs. "Try me. With this new change, surely I can handle you."

"Now don't get cocky," Sukuna teased with a smirk, standing with you and holding you steady. "Let's get back before it's too late."

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #jjk ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n

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gojosbf · 8 months ago

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why do you think that female char are no longer well written on jjk? /genq (i am caught up with the manga so don't worry about spoilers)

SPOILERS AHEAD!!! for me all of this began with nobara's death and it went downhill from there, now see I understand it might've been important to give yuuji motivation etc but when a roach naoya get's to survive again and again after getting killed but there is no hope for nobara who was one touch kill and had chances of survival but doesn't purely for shock factor, it doesn't sit right with me.

Okay, ignore even that maybe it's my attachment to the character talking so let's talk about other female characters: most of the fandom forgets momo exists that's how useless he made her, she suffered no serious damage (not as far as I remember) and her only active role was in kyoto goodwill arc and an appearance in shibuya we barely see her after that.

Gege treats female characters as a catalyst for mcs, either they're completely useless or get killed off or even if they're powerful enough they're barely mentioned or shown doing something useful.

Example for catalyst: We literally never really see Utahime in action except in Shinjuku Battle to boost Gojo's ct. Like really? That's your semi grade 1 sorcerer and all throughout the manga that was her only role?

Example for completely useless: I already talked about momo, lets about miwa okay, she put her everything to that one swing post-shibuya against kenjaku only for him to deflect it with his bare hands and what about her after that? Nothing!! She gave up everything and now she cannot do anything, just another cheap tactic to get rid of another useful character.

Example for killed: Listen I will accept Mai's death because it served the purpose and was one of the most impressive parts but other than that? Yuki Tsukumo, the special grade, the star plasma that rejected even tengen and cornered kenjaku, her death was so anticlimactic and unsatisfactory, she was practically winning but apparently "a miscalculation" caused her death, listen I like a shocking plot twist and death but that seemed like nothing but an excuse to get rid of another strong female character because gege had no idea how he'd use her in future.

More example for catalyst: Tsumiki and Yorozu (aka the same body but!) she was such a driving force for Megumi but after Culling Game arc hit we got a tease of her (or them) and that provided more motivation for megumi to fix things to work harder to bring his sister back but instead of seeing more of her gege killed her off after sukuna took over megumi's body because her purpose was served!! Done. She was there as long as she could be used as a beacon of hope for our poor boy.

Example of if powerful then they're barely shown: Shoko and Mei Mei, we know both of them are quite capable, they've proved their worth and aside from the fact that Mei Mei is a fucking pedophile she's still a great sorcerer but now she doesn't care about sorcerers and henceforth isn't present/doesn't provide much or any help at all other than the telecast. Shoko on the other hand, we're supposed to believe that her using rct is special and she's one of the most important characters mind you she's the part of the og trio but we rarely get to see her. Even know (the up to date manga chapters) they keep talking about taking the injured sorcerers to shoko but they never !! show !! her !! in !! action !! Like c'mon she's been working overtime but SOMEHOW gege can't dedicate more than four panels to her?

Now onto Maki, the only one standing, the only female character gege truly utilised gave her one heck of goal and arc and then very conveniently forgot her for next 100 chapters. She's great yes, and gege's finally back to currently giving her the attention she deserves which I am very skeptical about because if he just kills her off in next chapter to make a statement istg...but everytime she's mentioned they HAVE to mention toji, it's almost like she'll never leave his shadow, all her achievements are boiled down to FEMALE TOJI which, don't get me wrong I love toji but she's more than that, she's a monster because she wiped out a whole clan not because she shares same superhuman powers as her predecessor and dare I say she's already surpassed toji at this point.

Let's not forget Uro and Angel/Hana whom gege brought in once for one job and then we all completely forgot about them. (I am mentioning them last because he's done this with many other characters so they're truly not an unique case in that sense)

Returning back to when jjk first was fairly new and we had these panels

it was hype we thought FINALLY!!!! she doesn't denounce her femininity but isn't used as a fan service material through them either and she's fucking nuts and strong FINALLY!!! only for gege to go well now that you've had the crumbs you're getting neither, not the pretty ones nor the strong ones and even if they're strong I am going to act like they don't exist so have fun!! And that's why I think he's really downgraded.

#I don't expect everyone to agree with me and these are totally my personal opinions but it just doesn't sit right with me how he teased us #with so much potential and then flushed it all out #sorry for the essay but yeah I had to get all of it out #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #ask #kugisaki nobara #shoko ieri #jjk utahime #maki zenin #mei mei #kirara hoshi #jjk miwa #jjk tsumiki #jjk analysis #jjk spoilers #jjk manga

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glassbead-xx · 1 month ago

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So I’ve been thinking about Jujutsu Kaisen since it ended, especially since I have feelings about the last arc but really liked the last chapter, and that’s when it hit me

Too much text, also spoilers

Jujutsu Kaisen shines when it’s just about the characters

I have many complaints about the series and how it fared post-Shibuya, especially because I still have lots of questions and missed opportunities that we’ll never get the chance to see resolved, but whenever it shone, it did brilliantly

Pre-Shibuya I called the characters some of the best in recent memory, hell Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara are in my top 10 of trios of all time, and would’ve been higher if only they hadn’t spent that much time apart, they are easily my favorite part of the story

How Yuuji wanted to die a good death like his grandpa told him and instead got to live so he can make memories with Megumi and Nobara

All that stuff in the ending about Yuuji trying to get Sukuna to live because he’s just that good, only for Sukuna to nope out because he chose Uraume instead, the one person that actually loved him

Megumi losing everything, and then fighting back because Yuuji told him how lonely he would be without him, especially because he still thought he had lost Nobara at the time, and also Yuuji’s reaction when Nobara came back, that was beautiful

Just the relationships that matter in this story

Gojo coming to terms with his best friend becoming evil and finding the strength to kill him, only to see him become Kenjaku’s vessel hurt so bad

Yuuta not wanting to get close to people because of Rika and then getting stronger and having him love Inumaki, Panda and especially Maki is so precious I love them so much

Maki and Mai having their differences but coming together in the most tragic way possible because yes, the system is shitty but they’re still sisters, they’re twins, and a part of Mai will always be with Maki

Mechamaru selling his soul for a chance to be with the Kyoto kids, with Miwa, only to have that chance ripped away a fight later

Just Nanamin, all about him and his influence in Yuuji

Sukuna taking over Megumi and then Gojo having to fight him, the body of the boy he raised and that he loves so much, and lose his life to him too

The moment that still gets me is when Geto tells Riko that she does have a choice and she makes it, going back home, only for Toji to shoot her the moment she was about to take Geto’s hand

The story is about love, platonic and romantic, the good and the bad, just love

Post-Shibuya the series was a mess, too many characters were introduced and aside from Higuruma, Takaba and maybe Hana, none of them did that much. Yuki was wasted, so were the Kyoto kids and Utahime, and having Nobara out of the story for more than half of it and giving an interview that made it clear she was dead for realsies, only for her to come back less than five chapters till the end was a choice

The thing I enjoyed most was the Zenin stuff, and once Maki and Noritoshi’s fight with Naoya was over it wasn’t the same for me

Gojo’s death was a choice, I wouldn’t have minded if it was done with a little more grace. The scene on the station, Yuuta and Sukuna’s reaction and Yuuji’s promise to remember him and do right by him get me, but I can’t give it too much thought because it feels like the author only did for shock value and because he hates Gojo, which he did by the way

The fights sometimes were too complicated, and that last arc, especially after Gojo dies, was rough, some decisions were eeehhh (having Tsumiki die like that really)

(Also, world building in the third to last chapter, are you for fucking for real)

Overall, it was meh, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t love it

I started reading Jujutsu Kaisen in late 2018-early 2019, way before its anime announcement, I never thought it would be so popular, but I’m glad it is, because my problems with the story aside I get to share my love with these characters with many people

Also, JJK 0 is now my to go Christmas movie and the ending, Sakayume, that song is beautiful, I remember listening to it nonstop for days after watching the movie, I think it was in my top 10 songs in Spotify that year

So for all its flaws, yeah it’s ok 💙

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #yuuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #satoru gojo #i have my issues #but still #I love this series a lot

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voxofthevoid · 5 months ago

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Commencing Mundane Unclekuna Wednesday #1—yes, these names get more ridiculous by the day. The actual fic title is bloodstains on the collar means just don't ask, which is significantly cooler on account of not being mine.

This is my first non-canon JJK AU—as opposed to the canon divergence, minor or major, that I favor—and despite the name, this isn't just sukuita; there's also goyuu. Quick, act shocked.

A lot of the AU development/exposition so far has focused on adapting canon details about the Itadori family for a no-powers, all-human context—like this post shows. On the character end, sorting out a version of Sukuna who's not a cannibalistic mass murderer but is sure as hell not nice, kind, or even sane has been a fun challenge, especially when depicting him from Yuuji's perspective. Gojou and the goyuu bits also needed some work, since taking them out of the canon context while keeping their age gap and teacher–student dynamic changes the flavor of fuckery. The most fun has been Yuuji though—you can see why here.

The fic is currently 3 chapters and 14k. I have a total of 7 chapters planned, though that may increase by one or two depending on how the sex scenes come along. For this week, instead of a single scene, I've picked a goyuu section from Chapter 2 and a sukuita one from Chapter 3.

Goyuu

Satoru plucks the manga that’s been resting on the table, balancing it on a finger while watching Itadori struggle to watch Satoru’s hand, chest, and face all at the same time. “School’s a boring place to wait. You can meet up at some café, can’t you?”

“I…guess?” Itadori shrugs. “It’s fine. I mean, I don’t mind. It’s more fun to go with people.”

“Shy?” Satoru asks, setting the manga down. “Or are you afraid people will think you’re some delinquent?”

Itadori looks both bewildered and entrained. He has a very expressive face. The eyes, especially.

“Nothing like that, sensei,” he says, and Satoru leans in a little at his tone—the same amused patience Satoru’s heard in people who can tolerate him best, except they generally take months, if not years, to get to that level of resigned acceptance. Itadori leans in too, matching Satoru consciously or unconsciously. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m a curious guy,” Satoru drawls. It’s not even a lie. “And you’re interesting.”

Itadori blushes again. “Oh. Um, thanks?”

Satoru smiles. This time, Itadori’s eyes drop to his mouth, and Satoru can’t help smiling a little wider.

Itadori swallows.

“Back to the question then.” Satoru links his hands and props his chin on it. Itadori’s gaze doesn’t leave his mouth. “Why’d your uncle come pick you up?”

Itadori’s well within his rights to tell Satoru to fuck off—diplomatically, maybe, since they’re teacher and student, but the sentiment would be the same. Even Satoru’s closest friends aren’t shy about firmly and often physically steering his nose out of their business.

But Itadori answers: “My parents left town pretty suddenly, and I’d forgotten my phone at home. They couldn’t tell me to go to Sukuna’s place instead. So he came here.”

Satoru hums. “I’d say you’re old enough to stay home alone. Don’t tell me you’re the sort to cause trouble with a bit of freedom.”

“No?” Itadori looks genuinely confused. “I mean, I don’t think so. I don’t mind staying alone either, but my dad worries, so…”

“So you’re being a considerate son,” Satoru finishes in his own words. “What a good boy.”

Itadori’s breath catches audibly. His eyes are darker now, giving an animal edge to his face. It’s an interesting expression, and it makes him look a bit more like his uncle.

Satoru gives him a moment.

Then— “He seems like an interesting man to live with, your uncle.”

Itadori blinks. A frown takes over his face, even though his eyes stay tellingly dark. “You could say that. Gojou-sensei, you aren’t…?”

Satoru waits, but Itadori doesn’t complete the question, just stares at Satoru like he’s trying to telepathically pour the rest of the words into his head. Unfortunately, Satoru isn’t fluent in awkward teenager.

“Go on,” Satoru prods.

Itadori grimaces, and it shows in his voice when he asks, “You’re not, like, into Sukuna, are you?”

Satoru’s dumbfounded for a moment. Then he’s stifling laughter, not all that successfully. Itadori’s expression shifts from disgusted discomfort to just plain embarrassment, but even through that, he stares at Satoru—his mouth and his eyes.

Brave boy.

“Sorry,” Satoru says, not meaning it one whit. He’s loving this. “Reasonable assumption on your part, really. But don’t worry, your uncle’s safe from me.”

Itadori seems to relax a little. “It’s more the other way around.”

“Oh?” Satoru asks, intrigued. “Is he trouble?”

Itadori squints at him. “Sensei, you sound way too excited about that.”

“I did say I’m curious! I can promise not to hit on him, if that’ll put you at ease.” Satoru holds out his hand invitingly. “Gentleman’s agreement.”

Itadori stares at the hand for a full second.

Then he slowly, warily takes it.

It’s not a small hand; Itadori’s not a small boy. Satoru is bigger though, and his hand envelops Itadori’s, the tips of his index and middle fingers coming to a gentle rest against Itadori’s pulse. His hand is shockingly rough, with hard calluses brushing Satoru’s skin.

He squeezes gently.

Itadori’s blush hasn’t faded fully since Satoru called him a good boy, but now, it flares, splattering gracelessly across his face. It goes shockingly well with his hair.

Lines are being crossed. Satoru feels it keenly, the change in the air.

He drags his hand out of Itadori’s, slower and more delicate than he needs to. His fingers trail from Itadori’s racing pulse to the trembling tips of his fingers, and even after Satoru’s leaned back again, folding his hands demurely in his lap, Itadori’s hand hovers in the air over the table for a good few seconds before dropping limply to the surface.

Satoru winks at him. “Now spill.”

Itadori blinks slowly. Satoru can practically see his brain rebooting.

“What was the question again?” Itadori asks.

Sukuita

Movement wakes him, eons before the touch.

A hand settles on his hip, searing even through the cloth. It’s limp, flopping there in a decent mimicry of a sleep-heavy limb. Sukuna knows better.

Wasn’t always like this. The kid was a kid once. More of a kid. Small, helpless, useless. A piece of shit from the start though. The first time Jin handed him to Sukuna, practically forcing his little bundle of snotty joy into his hands, the little fucker had thrown up on his face.

Jin laughed, the bastard. He didn’t mean to, that much was clear from the stifled snorts and painfully red face. Kenjaku had no such compunctions, chortling like the same brat hadn’t damn near killed them on his way out of their cunt.

Kaori had the sense to take the baby away before Sukuna could toss him out a window. The most sensible of the lot, and of course she’s the one who went and died. Sukuna’s been seeing a lot more of the kid since then. Even more since Wasuke followed suit.

Shit luck to be born into a family like this. He used to think the brat didn’t fit in, with his big baby eyes and bleeding heart. Worse than his father. Turns out he’s weirder too, but Sukuna blames Kenjaku for that.

Blood will always out.

That’s no excuse for this—the hand sliding down to his stomach, the body pressing against his back. The kid’s warm.

He’s not, usually. That body runs cold. Sukuna noticed it the first time when the kid was tiny, barely the length of his forearm. A frail mass of fabric and fluff nestled against his chest, leeching off his body heat. Not that it took much to warm that tiny thing.

’Course, then the kid woke up and promptly latched on to a nipple because he was even dumber then, and when Sukuna pried him off while yelling for Kenjaku, he’d been treated to a deranged shriek that damn near ruptured his ear drums.

Nothing much has changed over the years. The brat went from screaming at him to biting him to scowling at him to punching him to trying to fucking kill him. Wildcat, through and through. The only part of him Sukuna’s ever bothered to nurture.

It’s different when he’s asleep. The baby soaking in his warmth. The toddler sprawled on his chest. The boy curled up in his lap.

Small and weak and utterly unbothered about it.

How the fuck do you live like that, trust like that?

At least this is better. It’s not trust breathing into his nape and groping his stomach. It’s just human filth.

They’re testing touches, slow enough and idle enough that the brat probably thinks they’d pass as sleepy ministrations.

Idiot.

Nobody would miss the intent behind this. It’s scorching.

If someone held him at gunpoint and forced him to admit the one thing he has in common with his brother’s spawn, it wouldn’t be the hair or the blood or the killing rage—it’d be this, the hunger.

Sukuna can tell the exact moment the brat decides he’s actually asleep. His palm presses flat against Sukuna’s stomach, skin to skin. That’s on him for sleeping shirtless despite his impromptu bedmate, but like hell is he changing his habits just because this little creep wants to molest him in his sleep. Not like clothes would stop him anyway.

Sukuna continues to feign sleep, his breathing steady and just a little uneven—a rhythm he memorized and learned to mimic for situations a lot more dire than the badly planned porno playing out right now.

The kid’s patient. Or just a fucking virgin. Sukuna can’t imagine why else he’d spent minutes just touching his stomach, that warm palm rubbing lazy circles over his abs. Sometimes, it presses down, denting the soft layer of fat on his belly to dig into the muscle underneath. It’s a struggle not to flex then. A few muscles jump, entirely involuntary, but the brat just breathes heavier and wetter, squirming closer to Sukuna.

There’s another hand between their bodies—an entire arm, the line of it doing nothing to hide what it’s touching. It’s not moving, yet, and Sukuna still hasn’t figured out whether it’s there just for the pressure or if the stupid shit actually thinks that not digging his boner into Sukuna’s back means something.

Some line to not cross. Some precious moral to cling to.

Sukuna wouldn’t put it past him, but the brazen bullshit the other day told a different story. It sure wasn’t guilt or even shame that darkened the brat’s eyes when Sukuna tore him off his back and pinned him by the throat.

#goyuu #sukuita #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #wip wednesday #jjk snippets #my fic #fic: bloodstains on the collar #divider credit: saradika-graphics

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wystericwoes · 1 year ago

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Doomed pt.4

Warnings: cursing, slight smut, mild descriptions of violence, lore accurate Gojo and Sukuna, Sukuna's domain so blood and bones n shit, psychoanalyzing Gojo, emotions, mild implications to toxic relationships

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

"ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢."

If Sukuna's timeline was a road, you were a deer that ran through it.

The moment the car impacts against it and you know you just took a life. At first you may feel reverence, guilt, shame, or even dread. But inevitably, you just stare at the pathetic body beneath you. And you must move on.

He’s changed, and you don’t even remember him.

You brought out the best in him. Or at least the best he could be, but that was a long time ago.

So, he had to make a decision.

You tapped on the windows of his soul, and he couldn’t help but open it. Little did he know that you would manage to vortex your soul and come powering through as a seemingly unstoppable force.

The second he came back in the body of Yuji, his soul awakened.

Something was off. Something was missing. Something wasn’t right.

And all the questions and all the answers had you standing in the center.

He comes back, and you gain powers, He gets close to you, and he feels weaker, but you become stronger. And vice versa.

Luckily, he had a personal drone that he could manifest an eye on and begin to keep it on you like a hawk.

And un/fortunately for him, you keep getting stuck with Yuuji.

What he doesn’t like however, is your innate curiosity.

You shouldn’t want to be near him, and yet, any chance you get you keep naively wanting to talk to him.

Do you not know by now?

Do you not know who you were to him? And what he did to you?

“I’m going to tell you this once.”

You stared at him, wide eyed and attentive.

“Don’t talk to me anymore.”

You were shocked.

“Why not?”

“Because I can kill you. Is that not reason enough?”

“But you haven’t!”

He tched.

“Stupid.”

Your heart was pounding. White spots in the corner of your vision.

“I just have some questions.”

“I don’t have to answer them.”

“Then don’t.”

Fuck. You haven’t changed. You were still dumb and wide-eyed as ever, always so stubborn.

You didn’t know how to ask him what you wanted to ask. If he didn’t know what you were talking about, you would seem crazier than you already were.

“Do- do you know anything about…”

He looked at you. A blank expression.

You gulped at his stare.

“About me?”

He was completely unreadable. And that terrified you.

He simply stared at you like you were stupid and remained silent.

You started to sweat, how much time did you have left?

“Okay… sorry. Ignore that.”

You could feel the adrenaline being pumped through your veins.

“You’re the king of curses, so do you know why everything is happening so suddenly with curses and my powers and whatever?”

“That’s a title given to me by sorcerers. I have no way of knowing that.”

He looked annoyed.

“Shit… sorry.”

You really were the same. Always apologizing when you were nervous, even when you had no reason to.

“I can buy us 2 minutes. Make it quick.”

“Shit yeah. Um, what happened last time we met?”

He raised a brow, confused.

“Do you not remember?”

“No. I forgot… I think I passed out.”

“I can’t answer that, but I will tell you one thing out of respect for you.”

You perked up. Respect?

“Don’t trust Gojo Satoru.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll have to figure it out. I don’t know much about it myself.”

He spoke so properly, whenever you talked after you felt like a child in comparison.

“Okay one last one.”

Your breath was heavy, and hands were shaking.

“Why haven’t you hurt me?”

He looked you up and down. His gaze was penetrating, you felt like you had nothing against him, nothing protecting you in this moment right now.

“Do you want me to?”

“No! I’m just- I'm confused- you’re not as bad as everyone says you are, and I don’t know what to do! Nothing makes sense right now, and no one’s telling me anything!”

“Why should I?”

He said in a dismissive tone.

“Because you’re the only person who I feel like isn’t lying to me.”

Stupid. Too trusting.

He stayed silent. His gaze unmoving, you shifted uncomfortably.

“I can’t stall any longer. Don’t reach me again. If anyone finds out they might kill you, I might kill you. You wear down my patience and your voice annoys me.”

“I…- “

You cut yourself off, watching as his eyes closed and he shifted back into Yuuji.

He blinked his eyes a few times before looking at you.

“What happened?”

You didn’t know what you looked like. But you quickly realized it wasn’t normal, and took a deep breath, fixing yourself.

“Nothing. What I thought was gonna happen.”

Luckily, he wasn’t interested in asking questions. And kept his curiosity to himself. He could see that you were upset, so he left it at that.

“So… what movie do you wanna watch next?”

You softly smiled. He was a good person. A nice change of pace from all the uncertainty in your life.

And after your talk with Sukuna, you never heard the rabbit scream bloody murder again.

Have you ever been so mad that your vision was blurry, and your thoughts just ceased?

Well, you weren't there yet, but you were really fucking close.

And what caused your knuckles to turn white, and your blood pressure to rise beyond earth's atmosphere rhymed with Sojo Gatoru.

You were so frustrated that someone who you thought was the only stability right now was the one who was thoroughly fucking you over.

You didn’t even want to go over to his place, but his shower is nice and if what he means is true about people wanting you dead- then you can stay another couple of nights mad at him.

It beats being in the dorms anyway.

But you didn’t know what to believe now, was he lying about that too? The fact that your uncertainty had led you to believe what Sukuna said over the supposed “good guys”.

Luckily Gojo wasn’t a total idiot and didn’t show up that night. So, he had some self-awareness after all.

You had just gotten out of the shower and into a change of clothes, when you heard to doorbell ring.

Your blood was boiling, he really had the balls to show up after he knew how upset you were? You stomped over to the door and slung it open only to be met with… food.

You were a little less upset now. But still upset!

Why would he have rung the doorbell on his own house anyway? You mentally face-palmed yourself realizing. Your mind had been on the fritz ever since your conversation with Sukuna.

"Don't trust Gojo Satoru."

Was this the truth? Or a manipulative ploy?

You shook your head and dispersed the thoughts. Shoving stressful moments into the back of your head and instead focusing on something you could trust. Free food.

In your anger, you settled on abusing the ever-living shit out of Gojo's house. Not literally, just in the disregard for how his electrical and water bills are affected.

You drank the expensive wines and binged the endless stream of TV subscriptions, surrounded yourself in fluffy blankets and supple silks.

As much as you hate him right now, you loved how annoyingly good his bathroom was. The whole house really. A modernized rustic home with Japanese influence. You were surprised he didn't live in some penthouse, but there's also a lot of evidence that he's hardly here.

His fridge is mostly empty with the exception of a variety of drinks and some organic snacks like fancy dips and cheeses. No meals, no produce. The same goes for his pantry- which had some non-perishable goods like rice, chips, and sweets. That must've been why he was sending you so much food, because he was aware of how sad his stash was.

It's amazing that he could ever bring anyone over here. What does he do for dinner? Wait for take-out? Not necessarily romantic. Or most likely he's more of a 'haste and baste' kind of guy. Bring them over, fuck, then repeat.

You almost shuddered at the thought.

Once you were done eating, you went to the bathroom. Paper doors slid open to reveal an at-home spa and sauna. The marble countertops perfectly contrasted with the hardwood floors. But the most beautiful part was the deep onyx tiles that coated the inside of the shower and bath.

The bathtub was modern, and the handles fit perfectly in your palms.

You have no idea how Satoru doesn't spend much time here, it's absolutely stunning.

The long bath was what you needed, the hot water kneading your muscles and soothing the tension that your body carried. Nearly orgasmic quality in the way it made you feel, the steam opening your pores and relaxing you to your core.

You lolled your head back against the tub and closed your eyes.

He held your hand as he guided you into the Onsen.

The steam spread across your body, welcoming you inside, its tendrils dancing around you both in a messy waltz.

You had to put your hair up, as you stepped in, he made you grow it out longer than it had ever been before- because he liked it that way.

He ogled you shamelessly as the water enveloped you like a womb.

With one drawn-out sigh, you threw your head back. The newest spring added to the estate, overlooking the sunset. Painted skies, delicate leaves, and welcoming waters were your favorite kind of nights.

He dedicated at least one night a week to you and alone time. When he wasn't out conquering lands and dominating dictators.

You were his special little secret. His Achilles heel, and above all else, his exception.

This was before he had killed thousands, before he had grown four arms and was donned "King of curses."

When he maybe still had a chance.

You were his first true love, right before power. which he had recently been on an ever-increasing and concerning pursuit of. But for now, you let yourself live in willful ignorance.

A mistake that you would end up soon regretting.

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, you had dozed off. The water was now lukewarm, your fingers pruned and neck sore.

"Well, that was a waste of a good bath..." you sighed and got out with a strained grunt.

Pulling the nearest towel over to you and drying yourself off, you decided you should go to bed.

You started to hate that bed. If not for its silky smoothness and cloud-like mattress, you would sleep on the couch.

It was unnecessarily huge- easily a king. And sleeping in alone served as the cruelest reminder that you were more alone than ever when sleeping over as an esteemed guest.

When you finally sunk into bed, it smelled like him. Which was both relaxing and distressing.

You had thrown on one of his shirts to feel a little closer to him. But even being in his bed you never felt farther away, and you couldn't stand it.

Maybe sleep would be more welcoming, so you succumbed to it.

Your eyes gently opened, but the bed was a lot harder, and colder.

You noticed the kink in your neck was gone, but so was the bed. instead, you rested upon a ground of crimson, rippling beneath you from every movement.

It was more than a dream, but it wasn't quite real either.

You sat up, the first thing you noticed was a chain on your ankle.

Then the second, bones. You were inside a ribcage.

This would usually be the moment when you would scream, but you remained quiet- in more of a silent shock, your mouth agape and heart beating more and more rapidly.

That was when you followed your eyes down the chain, to a pile of throne-shaped human skeletal remains. You let out a sharp gasp, bringing a hand up to your hand upon seeing the last person you would've expected.

Sukuna.

He was donned in godly white robes, eyes closed. A sleeping beast, and you had fallen straight into the den.

You didn't make a peep. Frantically looking around for any escape.

As you were shifting, you moved the chain. You cringed as you turned around to see that he was now awake. He had felt the chain move because it was attached to his ankle as well.

He looked at you with the most emotion you had seen in his face so far, and that emotion was shock.

So at least you weren't the only one who was confused here.

"What did I tell you?" His voice was low and guttural, and absolutely terrifying.

Panic creeped its way through you from the ground up as you looked him in the eyes.

"I-I don't know how I got here this wasn't me I promise!"

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you. And he looked pissed.

"I do not care if it was an accident. I said what I said." Each word was laced with venom.

His hand met your throat, and you were abruptly slammed into the ground.

His hands are warm.

You let out a strained sound of pain. The ground was fluid but still solid- somehow.

"This... Isn't my fault!"

You fought back. And with a surprising strength, pushed him off of you, you dug one knee into the ground and yanked onto the chain as hard as you could, knocking him off his feet.

"So don't attack me asshole!"

You were so mad. And for some reason, you weren't scared.

He let out a scoff and extended his legs to swipe underneath you, causing you to also fall.

"Shit!" You fell hard on your ass and the pain shot through you.

He had gotten back up and dusted off his robe.

"What a brat."

He said with pure annoyance.

"Before you start attacking me, tell me how to get back and I will. I don't want to fucking be here."

You were panting and sweating, the adrenaline settling in fully. Slowly bringing yourself up while straining from your bruised body.

He was looking at you frustrated. Before he went back up to his sadistic and creepy throne.

"I don't have time for this."

He closed his eyes again.

You yanked on your shared chain, jerking him out of his attempt at sleep, angering him more.

He grit his teeth. As much as you didn't like pissing him off, it was better than him ignoring you completely.

You two argued like children.

"Stop it." He growled.

"Make me!"

"You don't want me to do that. Trust me little mouse."

"I have questions! If we're stuck together, I'm at least getting answers."

"And what makes you think you have that authority over me? You're in my domain."

"Yeah, break this chain then!"

He just scoffed at you.

"I don't have to."

"Then I guess you're just stuck with me." You were going to sit down but remembered it's all blood. and opted to just cross your arms instead.

"Why are you chained to me anyway?"

He opted to ignore you.

"Don't do that petty crap."

He still paid you no mind.

You just huffed in defeat and walked over to investigate the walls for an escape.

You tried sitting and closing your eyes, maybe going to sleep is how you wake up? Some movie double inception bullshit.

"You breathe loud."

He muttered out of nowhere.

You simply scoffed.

"Do you have any idea why this is happening? You're the sorcerer after all."

He re-opened his eyes and looked at you.

He let out a strained sigh.

"I might. But there's nothing that can be done about it now."

"Have you tried?"

He looked at you like you were stupid.

"Why don't you try angel?" He said in a condescending voice. Angel.

With a wave of newfound dedication, you went to your anklet, trying to pry it open only to be shocked by what felt like electricity. You knew you couldn't bend metal with your bare hands, but you weren't expecting that.

"Look closer at it idiot."

That's when you realized it wasn't metal, it was energy. Cursed energy.

"You can't do anything about that?"

"It's a binding vow. No sorcerer can break it."

You looked at him perplexed.

He tched. Too annoyed.

"A pact with jujutsu."

"That doesn't help."

"It doesn't need to. All you need to know is that we're both in a bad spot."

You contemplated his words.

It all still made no sense; you furrowed your brow and rubbed a finger on your temple.

"Only you can get yourself out of here."

“What do you mean by that? I didn’t even try to come here in the first place.”

“You came to me, brat.”

“I doubt that. Look around you, does this look like a place I would try to be in?”

“You’re the one who showed up at my feet, you tell me.”

“Try killing me then, maybe I’ll return back to my plane or whatever.”

“You can’t kill a soul.”

You looked at him dumbfounded.

He rolled his eyes.

“These aren’t our physical bodies. You’re inside my soul.”

“Well I’d like to be out.”

“The feeling is mutual. But you’re too weak to know how to manipulate your cursed energy yet.”

Your ego was a little bruised at his insult, but you knew he was right.

In an act of rebellion, you tried to escape. You pawed at the chain, clawed the walls, punched them, kicked them, frustration overtook you.

But being stuck with him was not the source of it.

It was knowing nothing but being apart of everything, it was being ghosted and controlled, it was Gojos smug fucking face and pretentious attitude.

Sukuna was actually one of the only things you weren’t entirely upset about. But you were feeling your emotions, and it happened to be right here. So you still cursed at the meaty fleshy walls of his “domain.”

You thought maybe fighting him would do it, but anytime you looked over at him it’s like he knew- and he quickly gave you a glare that shut that idea down.

“You could at least try to help.”

“With what? You brought yourself to me.”

“Right because I clearly wanted that. Look at how much I’m enjoying being here.”

He wasn’t telling the whole truth. Since it was his domain, he could usually send people out when he wanted, but because of the chain, he was stuck with you.

You let out a muffled scream in frustration. Sliding down the wall, you didn’t care if the floor was blood. It didn’t stain your clothes.

Your clothes.

Why was it for the first time you had just now realized your clothes weren’t the ones you went to sleep with- I guess shock does that to you.

You looked down and you were wearing red silky robes.

“Red is your favorite color…”

You mumbled, everything clicked into place.

You were hit with a resurgence of emotion, your heart felt like it stopped.

You weren’t going crazy.

His hands are warm.

Angel.

Red robes.

You had felt like you were hit by a freight train, everything quickly became disoriented and you felt your sense of reality splitting with a painful migraine. Your five senses all became dulled, and you nearly tripped on your own feet.

He was simply looking down at you when you went to meet his gaze.

Panic creeped into you, seeping into your pores and overtaking you cell by cell. You felt like you were being ripped apart in slow agonizing pieces by the strain that your body was putting on itself.

“You do know something…”

Your hands went up to your head, fingers gripping your hair.

“Everyone knows something but me!”

You shouted, but no one heard.

You choked a quiet sob. Not allowing the tears to run down your face, but feeling them threaten to fall.

You were slammed with emotions that weren’t yours.

He betrayed you.

As fast as they left came memories flooding in your head. All in the third person as a helpless spectator. But they were all in flashes, none of them clear. Something was trying to force its way into your brain, something that wasn’t you.

“Did you finally figure it out yet?”

Your neck hurts. But it wasn’t the kink from the tub, it was a sharp pain, a searing one that resonated like a cruel blade.

He stepped down his throne and made his way in front of you with slow and carefree movements.

“You’ve always been slow.”

He bent down and with a firm grip squeezed either side of your face, bringing it up to meet him.

“Now I just have to figure out how to get what I need without killing you.”

Your eyes shot open, your body was covered in a cold sweat and you slowly sat up.

Your head throbbed.

“What the hell…?”

You looked out and it was still dark out.

You had only been asleep a couple hours.

There was no more chain on your ankle, no more pain.

You didn’t know if it was a dream, and you didn’t want to know. It wasn’t quite real, but something was off about it too. A lucid dream maybe?

You pressed a hand to your hot face to feel wet spots on your cheeks, you had been crying in your sleep.

You picked up your phone.

You didn’t know what else to do.

He didn’t know what else to do.

He had been out clubbing the past two days every second he wasn’t at work.

He had officially been awake a full 42 hours. And even the strongest needs sleep.

He was losing control. Of his sanity, of you.

The only thing that he did have control over, was who he hooked up with. So that’s what he was doing- or- who he was doing.

Until he got a buzz in his back pocket, he had been receiving some pretty okay head- anything to distract him until he saw your name pop up.

He thought about it, thumb hovering over the hang up button.

He sighed, and petted the person's head between his legs a couple times before smiling at them and getting up.

“Maybe another time, kay?”

Before they even had a chance to say anything he was already outside, buttoning his pants and fixing his fly.

He didn’t answer.

That asshole! First you felt rage, but it quickly warped back into what could only be described as fear.

“Dammit Satoru!!”

You threw your phone across the bed. You were upset, but not break your phone by throwing it on the floor upset.

You flopped onto your back,

Until you heard it buzz again.

You were tempted not to answer; why was he awake at this time anyway? But Maybe you woke him.

You reached across the bed and picked it up.

There was a brief second of silence before you both said “hello?” At the same time

“Sorry. You go first.”

“You called me babe.”

“Not this time technically…”

You heard him chuckle into the receiver.

Another moment of silence.

“Can you… can you come home?”

“Why? Did something happen? You didn’t burn anything down did you?”

“It’s your house asshole, you should be here!”

“You miss me. That’s it isn’t it?”

You could hear his smug smile.

“I’m just… I don’t know.”

You needed someone, just not him. You wanted company, just not his. You were scared.

And he was strong.

“Something did happen… I haven’t told you everything because I feel like you haven’t been telling me everything either.”

Silence.

As big of a dick as Gojo Satoru was, he knew when he was in the wrong. He just wasn’t very often (according to him.)

“Can you just do your freaky teleporting shit and get over here? I’ve been alone too long.”

“That’s not really how it works- but, sure.”

There was a rasp to his voice. And not the sexy tired kind, the dry-throated, tipsy, sick rasp. Like when the lining of your throat is burned from throwing up. The kind of rasp after you swallow a pill too big and it gets stuck in your throat.

You waited for him to appear in the room for a minute but he never did. You thought he forgot about you until you heard the sound of stumbling in the kitchen and some cursing.

You left the bed and got up to be met by Gojo stomping around and his feet giving away his position, leaning one hand against the counter and his shoulders and head slumped.

“Jesus Gojo, are you drunk?”

“My name is Satoru.”

He had a different tone than when he was on the phone with you just a moment ago.

“Sorry… Satoru.”

You walked over and slid his tall ass arm over your shoulder and walked him over to the closest seat.

You finally were up close enough to see his face, his glasses were halfway slid down his nose, and deep grey bags adorned themselves beneath his eyes.

He smelled like a bar, and his clothes were dirty too.

“Long night?”

“Nights.” He put an emphasis on the s.

“When was the last time you slept…”

“Uhhh…”

He looked upwards as if trying to remember.

You sighed. Calling him for comfort was clearly a bad idea, but you can’t send him out like this. Although he was surprisingly well composed for someone who allegedly hasn't slept in days- he was still a wreck underneath that false composure.

“You smell like a fart took a shit. Where’ve you been?”

“You’re not my mom.”

He quipped.

You just rolled your eyes.

“Do you want to get some sleep?”

“Not particularly.”

He had thrown his head back and you watched as his adams apple bobbed.

“Why not?”

“Can’t.”

“Well yeah that tends to happen when you go out drinking.”

“Correlation isn’t causation sweetheart.”

You crossed your arms in a sassy defiance.

“You’re not in a place to be a smartass, Satoru. Come on.”

You put your hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, hinting at him to pay attention and help as you attempted to pull his arm over you, and get him up. You both almost collapsed except you managed to plant a hand against the nearest hardest surface and ground yourself.

“You’re heavier than you look. Lay off the sweets.”you said with a grunt.

You tried joking to ease up the tension, As funny as it may seem to haul a sick Satoru around- you could tell something was wrong.

You didn’t want to be an adult right now, but you were left without a choice.

He barely helped you, his feet shuffling beneath him as he leaned most of his weight against you. Finally surrendering to his exhaustion.

You managed to haul his lanky ass to the bed where you threw him on it, feeling little sympathy.

“Okay, goodnight now.”

You were just about to turn the light off and go over to the couch, before you heard him mutter something under his breath, stopping you in your steps.

“Stay…”

You turned your head around.

“Really, now you want to be with me?” You couldn’t hold back your attitude.

He was staring up at the ceiling, his hand on his face.

You sighed. You couldn’t leave him like this, his shoes were still on.

“Can you change yourself?”

He nodded.

“Okay, go do that. Then I’ll come back.”

You walked out to the kitchen and ran him some water, reminiscing on your first day here.

You walked back slowly, staring down at the glass. Feeling it against your skin.

When you came back into the room, he was laying exactly where he had been before except he was in nothing but his boxers.

“That’s not what I meant by changing.”

“Close enough.”

You sighed again, placing the water on his nightstand.

“You forgot your glasses…”

You turned over to him, and leaning over his face, Revealing his eyes, those fucking eyes. Which were focused right on you as he watched you delicately take them off and place them aside.

And for the first time he truly admired you. You weren’t conventional. You weren’t like the other people he had ever been with, you were genuine.

You turned on the lamp, then went across the room to turn off the light.

You walked back over to the bed and slid into the sheets a safe distance from him, and scrolled through your phone.

You had spent a second like that, but were distracted by the feeling of your hand being picked up by his.

He lifted it above his face, and just… looked at it. Inspecting each finger with his own.

You looked at him interested, mostly confused.

“I like your hands.”

He said out of nowhere.

“Thanks?”

Then he placed your hand against his chest and closed his eyes.

Your breath hitched, he was so cold. You spoke to hide your flustered-ness.

“Take a blanket, Satoru! Jesus.”

You reached down and grabbed a loose one at the foot of the bed and slung it over his legs haphazardly.

He then sat upright, and pushed the blanket off of him. You were about to protest before he pulled his legs up and then under the sheets with you.

“How drunk are you?”

You said as a genuine question.

“About a 9/10.”

He looked over at you.

“Is that bad?”

“Not good.” He chuckled.

He was different. You chalked it up to the alcohol, but this Satoru was entirely different than the one you had seen before. And you also didn't peg him as the type to drink. Which he wasn't.

He wore no fake smile, he faked no compliments, he didn’t act with an air of cockiness.

“Why are you partying and drinking so much anyway?”

His smile dropped.

“You.”

So no filter while he’s drunk? Cool.

“Oh, sorry?”

“It’s not your fault though.”

He was staring at the ceiling again.

“How am I the reason but it’s not my fault?”

“You’re different.”

“So you say.”

You joked it off.

You looked over at him and he was just looking at you. Intrinsically eyeing every detail of your face, as if he was trying to get to something.

“You don’t make sense.”

“I don’t make sense?! You teleported here!”

“That’s true.”

He had a small smile again.

“I just mean you don’t… work the same way everyone else does.”

“You could say that about anyone though. No one’s the same.”

“Yeah but you especially.”

You laid down next to him, both of you on your backs looking up.

“Everything’s been so weird recently.”

You admitted. Looking back over to him.

“Do you know the reason why I called you?”

“You were lonely?”

You almost punched him, But gave him a pass because he was drunk.

“Because I’m scared.”

He paid his full attention to you.

“I can’t pretend like it isn’t happening anymore. I keep having these- dreams and visions or something of myself and of…”

You almost didn’t want to say it. But he probably wouldn’t remember this anyway, and you needed to get it off your chest.

“..Sukuna.”

You said with a shaky breath.

Gojos eyes widened slightly.

The image was beginning to really take shape in his mind now, almost sobering him up as the realization was hitting him. The familiar visual of a cork board with images and blank spaces, and you and sukuna closely tied together.

It started to fall into place. He simply stared at you while you spoke.

“And I’m chained to him… and he keeps telling me all these things and I keep wanting to see him even though I know I shouldn’t, and ever since this all started my memory has been defective, and anytime I’m alone with my thoughts I just think about him.”

You closed your eyes and put your hands over your face.

“I don’t know what’s scarier… how terrifying he is, or the fact that I still want to be near him…”

You said shakily. You hadn’t even admitted that to yourself yet.

You reopened your eyes, rubbing them sheepishly. Sleep wanting to overtake you again.

“I’m sorry…”

You realized you may have over shared with the way he stared at you.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I feel like that was too much.”

“You shouldn’t feel bad.”

He reached over for your hand again, instinctively, as if it were second nature.

“I appreciate it but I don’t think that’s true.”

He let out a sigh of defeat.

“I kinda knew.”

You whipped your head around to him.

“What?!?!”

“I traced it back to that first day when we trained, the energy you used wasn’t regular cursed energy.”

You looked at him with a confused expression.

“It was something a lot more complicated that not many sorcerers can ever do.”

“It could’ve just been luck?”

“It’s something that takes skill. That’s something you don’t have yet.”

Ouch.

“And I traced it back to Sukuna.”

“You know about this?!”

“Don’t get mad at me!” He whined

“It’s not easy for me to get any angrier at you than I already am.”

You squeezed his hand with a bruising force without even realizing.

“Let me explain at least-“

“Fine…”

You glared at him.

“I don’t ‘know’ about it- I just have been… investigating in my spare time.”

You raised a brow, still glaring.

“Thin ice. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you with everything you had going on.”

“Right so that’s where you draw the line but making me leave my job and ditching me after sleeping with me is fine.”

He winced. He had never thought of it like that.

“You’re a prick y’know that?”

“You’re not the first person to tell me.”

“You should really fucking listen.”

You snarked at him.

You wanted to say something else. But the silence was too comfortable.

Your eyes fell down to his hand holding yours.

How did he manage to have so many walls up but also act so vulnerable? He managed to put everything out there yet hide himself.

You wanted desperately to figure him out. But everytime you tried you lost yourself down his complexity.

You rolled your eyes, and then yawned.

“You need sleep.”

“You’re probably right.”

He blinked his eyes slowly.

“Remember that you said that.”

He chuckled.

You released his hand and turned the light off,

“Night ‘Toru.” You scooted over next to him and put your head on his chest,

He grunted in response.

You smiled to yourself and drifted off soon after.

When you woke up, you weren’t alone. Which was an incredibly nice change of pace.

You had barely moved from last night, head still on him. You slowly craned your neck up to see that he was still asleep.

You reached around and eventually felt where your phone was, checking the time.

It was well into the afternoon.

“Oh shit!”

Your sudden remark woke up the man beneath you.

“Huh?”

“Wake up! It’s past 3!”

“Oh shit!”

“I know!”

You two looked at each other for a moment and started breaking out laughing.

“I can’t believe I missed the whole day…”

“That’s what you get for not sleeping for two fucking days!”

You said angrily but were smiling.

“I blame you.”

“Why?!”

“I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t call me.”

“Yeah, because you probably would’ve stayed up another night.”

You reached for a pillow and went to hit him, but he caught it.

“That’s because someone’s taking up my room.”

“This was your idea!”

You reached for another pillow, only to be met with the Same result.

With both his hands holding pillows, you attempted to hit him with a blanket, but he just trapped you instead with his pillow-hands and held you up against him.

“Lehfme goh!”

Your words were muffled.

“Sorry, I can't hear you.”

You desperately tried to escape, but he was strong.

Annoyingly so.

“Hwhy arh you sho buff?”

He simply laughed at you.

“Okah I woh hit you anhmoe!”

He loosened his grip, and you rolled out of bed before he could hit you with another sneak attack.

“I’m gonna go and be productive now.”

“Aww, you’re gonna leave me here?”

“Yes.”

You said shamelessly as you left for the kitchen.

The sunlight was boldly peeking in through all the windows, there wasn’t even a need for lights as you strolled through, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

He followed behind, pulling up some pants as he walked.

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Yeah, and what about it?”

“I knew you liked me.”

He said cockily.

“It’s just because it’s comfy, don’t get the wrong idea.”

He was back to his normal self, that sliver of vulnerability and genuineness was gone now.

“That’s what they always say.”

“Can you order some breakfast- you don’t have shit in this house.”

You felt that all too familiar sensation of an empty stomach's rage as you rummaged through his pathetic pantry.

“You don’t even have cereal in here! What’s wrong with you?”

“According to you a lot.”

“I stand by that!”

You shouted from inside the cabinets.

“There probably aren't any places offering breakfast.” He sat on a chair and began looking through his phone.

Shit. You realized he was probably right.

“But you’re rich? Can’t you hire a private chef or something? I want some waffles.”

“Someone’s becoming needy.”

“Blame yourself for taking me out so much.”

“How are you going to live without me?”

That sentence made you think. What were you gonna do after you left?

“Speaking of which, am I allowed to go back to my place?”

“With me, yeah.”

“Just you?”

He nodded his head smugly.

“Are you sure it’s not an excuse to go steal my underwear or something?”

“If I wanted to do that I would’ve already.”

“How do I know you haven’t?”

He put a hand under his chin with a crossed leg and propped an elbow on the table smiling at you.

“You don’t.”

“Gross.”

You dismissed him.

“What are you planning on telling your job?”

“An important business trip maybe, somewhere far.”

“How are you going to lie to your own bosses about being on a business trip?”

“Oh, I’m not, I’ll lie to my students and co-workers though.”

That sounded familiar…

That’s what he told you when you were sent on that mission.

“How often do you go on those…?”

“Rarely. But it makes for an excellent excuse.”

“Don’t trust Gojo Satoru.”

“Right…”

“So, where do you want to go to eat?” He beamed at you.

The energy between you two has just shifted. And you felt that all too natural feeling of your walls rising, brick by brick.

You two spent the day together, perusing shops and laughing, just genuinely enjoying each other's company.

Maybe a little too much.

You couldn’t help but notice your infatuation to anger ratio with Satoru was never steady, and always tipped in one direction. Right now, it was a perfect medium, but slowly began to favor him every time he cracked a joke or ran his fingers through his hair, or when he rejected people’s numbers.

You two were sitting on a bench and watching the scenery. A park setting, one of the quieter parts of the bustling city.

“I noticed something today.”

You were smiling contently staring at the trees and people walking through the paths.

“Oh no. Gunna psychoanalyze me again?”

He had one arm behind you resting against the top of the bench, an ankle crossed over his knee as he lowered his face down to you.

You ignored him and continued talking.

“You’ve turned down all the people that have come up to you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, but it’s a new thing.”

“I really just do it to humor them.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You never do!”

He smiled at you.

“Yeah, because you’re full of bullshit, respectfully.”

“What evidence do you have to support your claim, sweetheart?”

You scoffed at his nickname.

“You have a used box of condoms in your nightstand, sweetheart.”

“Most people do. You’re jealous.”

He was giving you a cocky grin.

“Please. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you, you just want an excuse to cuck me.”

“I’m not that into it, but if you’re open I’m open.”

“What’s your body count then?”

“That is incredibly private, and I’m quite upset you would ask!”

He feigned offense.

“I bet it’s more than both our ages combined.”

“You’re probably right.”

You didn’t want to admit you were jealous, because you weren’t exclusive- But you were. The idea that every time he told you that you're special was something he said before, that his bed isn’t cold when you’re gone. His shirt you wore earlier could’ve been on someone else.

You went quiet. You weren’t sure why you were so upset over him, but you felt it.

“Didn’t peg you for the covetous type.”

He went back to looking forward, admiring the same view as you.

“And I didn’t peg you as a sappy drunk.”

“Subjective.”

“Sure.”

You liked your little banters. But you all too cruelly reminded yourself that it was temporary.

You were unknowingly pouting, or as you would prefer to say- brooding.

He slung an arm over your shoulder and brought his mouth to your ear.

“Someone’s maddd…” He cooed.

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes and tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“C’mon, let’s go home sassy.” He pulled you into him.

Time flies. Well not actually, for you it was.

But for Satoru, it was moving at an agonizing pace.

His whole world currently revolves around you. The mystery with Sukuna, you living with him, your developing friendship? If that’s what normal people would call it.

But what was really kicking his ass was he was changing.

It started off as

“I’m just not in the mood too tonight.”

“None of these people are doing it for me.”

And the next thing he knew he was sitting on the velvet couches of bright and vivid nightclubs. Bass, boobs, butt, and boisterous music were beginning to become boring. Instead of scouting out the nearest hot piece of meat he was going to fuck or make out with he was thinking about how annoyed he felt.

Predictable, and mundane. At first, he just thought that the club itself was the problem- and he tried doing rounds around the city to varying places.

But he kept circling past his house and keeping track of when the lights would be on or off.

Thursday-

lights on at 9:00pm,

off at 11.

Friday-

Lights stayed on until midnight, then went off at around 1.

Then they came back on.

Did you wake up again?

Then they were off the next hour.

Maybe just a midnight snack.

Saturday-

The lights stayed off all night.

Went to bed early.

One night He “broke into” his own home and peeked. He simply put his head in the door and leered in to see you asleep. Then he went out again. Every little thing you did he was becoming obsessed with. Obsessed with knowing, understanding, figuring out. He hasn't ever been challenged like this, so uncertain- so unknowing. From the things you say to your arduous sleep schedule.

You had been using the spare key but honestly you were in and out so much he had just made you a copy, and he saw that it was gone.

As well as your shoes, phone, but not your wallet.

This started to become his favorite game.

You were shifting to becoming the central focus of this chapter in his life.

He started to narrow down all the places you could be. Phasing through the nighttime of Tokyo and disappearing into the skylines.

You wouldn’t be clubbing, you’d need your ID.

Restaurant? But money. Unless someone was paying for you.

Dating? Hookups? Secret underground fighting ring?

He was perplexed. Every step of the way he just couldn’t predict you.

He thought about not doing it, not following you. But he just couldn’t help himself, you were just too damn interesting.

He found out later that you had gone on a walk. How something so simple had managed to stump him drew him closer into you. Just a walk- The simplest answer led to the most complicated of thinking.

Why were you such an enigma? One answer leads to two questions. At first, he couldn’t stand not knowing anything, but he realized that having you in his life was difficult. And he fucking loved it.

One week had passed since the night where he stumbled home drunk, and each day became part of a bigger puzzle.

He had seen the shift in you.

The training was getting to you, after some time you were finally becoming less mad at him- but you wouldn’t admit that. Even though he could tell.

He may not have been able to use his cursed technique on you, but he still did his best to figure you out.

You were growing tired, and each night he heard the same thing in different ways several times.

“Who knew learning magic required so much working out?”

You groaned as you stretched your sore muscles.

“You say that every night.”

He was reading a book sitting on the couch as you watched a movie and did some stretches. “Sorry we can’t all be born with the body of Zeus Asstoru.”

Your newest nickname for him. He didn’t necessarily mind, finding your frustration cute.

You had eventually pushed past the borders of sleeping in separate places. After that night when he came home shit faced you both had a silent agreement that it was nicer to sleep next to each other than alone.

And this was the beginning of a beautifully complicated relationship. Situationship, if you will.

You refused to sleep with him again to avoid further ruining yourself. Thinking that if you avoided that, everything would stay simple.

Naive as always.

You were both too caught up in the flow of life to realize how domestic you both looked.

During week one you convinced him to go grocery shopping, and you two stood side by side in the kitchen as he blasted pop songs and splashed water on you while doing the dishes, eliciting a scream and then chaos ensuing. Which always led to you two having to do more cleaning- you yelled at him how counterintuitive it was and he laughed it off like always.

Week two you had both made allotted chores to share. Gojo had the dishes, food, and the floors. You covered laundry, surfaces, and anything else. But you shared making the bed.

He usually liked to take up at least ⅔ of it with his lanky ass body, and so You eventually started rolling over and hitting him in the face until he moved. In the cases where you took up the bed, he just laid on you. Leaving you totally helpless as you clawed at him and tried pushing your huge lap dog off.

“Toru’!” Git!” You grunted as he refused to budge. Just mumbling something into your shoulder.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous.” You sighed, but ultimately accepted defeat this time.

By week three you had an allotted movie night- Tuesdays. You weren't sure how your arguing had led to that compromise, but it did. And any night you picked dinner he picked dessert, And vice versa. Invisible systems and structures were being built in this now-shared home.

And it was the first time you slipped in the shower with him. “To save water,” you said- even though you both knew it was a big fat lie. You were horny.

“I think you just want an excuse to see me naked.” He leaned an arm on the black tiles, his milky white skin contrasting the night black shower.

“And you’re complaining?”

“Didn’t say that now.”

He ogled you undauntedly. You both knew what you wanted, and so you went for it.

The coy game is what you called it, who could pretend like nothing was happening the longest?

The last article of clothing hit the floor, steam nearly blurring your features. He usually took his showers cold but heated it up for you.

You simply walked past him ignoring him completely, reaching for the bottle of expensive soap. You moved in to be in front of him, so he had a perfect view of your bare shoulders and neck, Some of his favorite parts.

He bit the inside of his lip, leaning back and watching intently.

You turned around to face him, but simply disregarded his presence and instead pushed him aside to reach the flowing water. A small moan leaves your lips as the welcoming warmth enveloped you.

You lathered up the soap in your hands, letting the suds fall down your body, tracing over every sweet dip.

“What's wrong?” You asked sarcastically.

“Nothing.”

“Really?” You looked him in the eyes.

“Need some help?” You gave him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes.

He was grinning at you.

“Sure.”

You reached for the soap again, with one hand you started working your way down the curves of his shoulders, and down the dip of his spine.

He pressed a firm hand against the wall balancing himself as your fingers left ghost traces down his skin. The tantalizing and torturous teasing of yours was driving him fucking insane. But he was persistent.

Then you moved your hands around to his abs, tracing the outline. You gripped onto his waist and put your face against his broad back and shoulders. Letting your hand roam farther and farther down until you reached his v-line.

The sensitive and thin skin being suddenly intruded on made his breath hitch. You traced little shapes along it, grazing his happy trail with your pinky- managing to keep your hand just high enough so it didn't touch where he needed you most. You snuck in writing your own name in gentle letters down it. You felt him tense up under you, grinning into his back.

Then, you left.

“Good shower. Man, I needed that!” you stretched your arms and wrapped a towel around yourself, walking out in quick paces before he had the chance to react.

“Tease!”

You heard him shout from the echoed chambers of the bathroom, as you victoriously (and evilly) laughed.

Your shared work life was growing more intense. As your situationship with Satoru increased, as did what he put on you.

You were expected to become a professional Jujutsu sorcerer by the end of this year's graduation. You had managed to master a constant stream and management of your emotions- and Satoru at home made your little Sukuna problem much more manageable. You had hardly even thought of him since that night.

Gojo eventually laid it all out for you, after week two when you had too many questions that he was too tired to keep avoiding.

The higher ups wanted you dead, or at least gone.

Your soul had residual energy of a special grade, low-level curses were scared of you, and Sukuna had acted strange upon your arrival. But what they especially didn't like- was your potential and aura. Something about your energy threatened them, something about your soul. And above all else, they didn’t have the answer. They just messily connected the dots with crayons and saw the worst of whatever shape was made-

You also hadn't figured out your cursed technique yet, but whatever it was had the ability to possibly hurt them if put in the wrong hands.

“That can be said about anyone!” You huffed to him.

Gojo was attempting to keep you alive under the guise that you could eventually help them instead, but there was something that they knew that he didn't. Which is what he was trying to figure out. For whatever reason, you were a threat to them. And with the arrival of Sukuna at the same time, they were especially on guard. Which is why he was rushing you into training this hard, to show that you can be useful.

You were mostly confused. What harm were you to anyone?

“It's not about what you can do right now, it's what you could do.”

Gojo said to you.

“You’re unhelpful.”

“How?!” he shouted

“You always answer me in riddles! I don't know what these cryptic ass responses mean.”

“You're impossible.”

“You like it.” You blatantly flirted.

“No comment.”

He crossed his arms and turned away from you, you punched him in the shoulder jokingly.

By week four, you had partially moved in.

Your clothes occupied space in his closet, your shared meals were plated and foiled in the fridge.

You both had an unspoken agreement not to mention the outside world while you were both home together, because as much as you both hated to admit it- you grew fond of each other's company.

Satoru was home more; you were starting to adapt into this new lifestyle. And he was an amazing distraction from the hardships of your life.

You two started to find familiarity in each other. His flaws, your quirks.

He wasn’t as big and bad as he paints himself out to be, he’s still just a man after all. And you had something that no one had ever had before, you didn’t view him any differently because of it.

And you- where did he even begin with you. Somehow tied to the king of curses, mystery cursed technique, and hidden abilities. You perplexed him- which at first, he saw as a curse, but now, a blessing. If he can figure you out, he can figure anything out.

You stripped him bare and pierced his soul with your gaze when the world offered him everything you weren’t included. Instead, he has to work for it and earn it after you stripped him of the very thing that makes him Gojo Satoru.

You are the last step to his true strength.

He is the last step to your sanity breaking.

You tried to deny yourself, you really fucking did. But then he bought this expensive wine and chocolates to celebrate one month of you living with him and things shifted.

It was that goddamn white button up and saccharine voice. The way he said your name like a prayer, the way he made you feel as if you deserved to be worshiped with his gifts.

By week five, things got complicated.

Do you know how they say chocolate is an aphrodisiac? That’s probably just an excuse.

It melted between your tongues as they danced around in a disheveled waltz.

You moved to sit on his lap as his hands found comfort on your hips. The sound of the film long buzzed out, fine wine pumping through you coursing warmth across your bodies.

“We shouldn’t.” you let out a husky whisper pulling away with great reluctance.

“Why not sugar?”

That new fucking nickname. He knew what it did to you.

He ran a thumb across your top lip, wiping some chocolate off and licking it off seductively.

You were absolutely unraveled for him.

“Fuck ‘Toru…”

You arched your back into him, and he stabilized your hips with a painfully delicate grip.

“What do you want?”

You groaned in frustration and grabbed him by the collar slamming his face into yours. Tired of the teasing, of the sentimentality.

You weren’t going to convince yourself he cared.

That any of them cared, not Satoru, not Sukuna.

He pulled away from you in a feverish heat, breaths hot and heavy lids.

“Someone’s eager…”

You saw Sukuna in his eyes. You wanted to touch him, to be held by him, but that wasn’t a possibility for you.

“Shut up.”

You suddenly were overcome with a deep and passionate lust, the man beneath you wasn’t who was making it. You remembered the feeling of Sukuna's warm and calloused hands against your throat, it was firm, but you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you.

You missed it.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You shook your head and cleared your thoughts.

“Satoru?”

You leaned your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Stay broken with me.” You muttered beneath your breath.

He only gave a small smile. The silence oddly comfortable .

Pt.5

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cursedvibes · 1 year ago

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I love your comments on the way female characters are pushed or fridged in JJK. Cause outside of maybe Mai, and kind of Utahaime we have had little development or spotlight of the female characters despite the series being open and critical on sexism that the sorcerer society partakes. I especially hated how they fridged Tsumiki, I hated how she was used as Megumis maral compass and killed off without her actually being herself. Worse, we only knew from Megumis descriptions who consider her but a lot of fans have pointed How Toji warned Tsumiki not to seek fights, and advice that she later gave Megumi And that from the ages of like seven and onward was they state in the fan book that it was very much her who raised Megumi outside of Gojo's financial care. Tsumiki was a angry, parentifed eldest daughter, a normal in a world of sorcerers and lived with two of the strongest of them. The dismissal of the possibilities and her character makes me angry.

We do have more than Maki (I assume you meant her, although Mai is also still there kinda I guess) and Utahime. Shoko, Hana and Angel seem way more important than Utahime honestly. They're not doing much at the moment, but that applies to everyone on the protagonist side. Without Shoko, a good chunk of the protags would already be dead or have a lot less limbs. Although I have to say that it makes no sense to me that Hana had to be saved by Amai and healed by Shoko, when Angel should've been able to do all that. She is a legitimate threat to Sukuna, she has a 1000 year vendetta against him and losing an arm is what would've done her in? She gives up just like that? "sucks to be me I guess"? There was all this conflict set up with her bloodlust and justice vs Hana's wish to save people and nothing came of it. She just decided to play nice after Yuuji told her he doesn't like her attitude. I'm sure Angel is gonna play a role in the Heian flashback or otherwise there would've been no need to bring up the Fallen One business, but the way she's treated in present time makes me so mad. She explicitly said, she will only release Gojo after the protagonists help her kill Sukuna and then just decided to go against that without any comment or complain. Got reduced to a can opener because we so desperately need fish eyes back. Of course she had to be limited somehow or she would've killed Sukuna way to early, but that seems like the worst way to do it. And now she's just an encyclopedia for the others to consult.

At least Hana had an arc, a backstory and character development. You can dislike her having an obsession with Megumi, but it makes sense based on what we know about her past and the traumatic way she met him. It's even a somewhat unique situation I would say. I don't think Gege dropped her completely yet. Whatever happens with Megumi will have an effect on her too. Compared to Angel she got something going for her.

I'm sure Takako is also gonna come into play again somehow or there would be no point to have her live that long. She could've been one-shotted by Sukuna like Ryuu, but she wasn't. Her character is way too interesting for that too. Ryuu's story was already over, hers isn't. I hope she will meet up with Kenjaku. I'd like to see their interaction. If someone is gonna survive the Culling Game, I wish it's her.

God, don't remind me of Tsumiki. That was some bullshit. I came to really like Yorozu, but she was very badly set up. Just got thrown into the story randomly so Sukuna can have a power-up (suppressing Megumi and gaining some sort of weapon). And after all that build-up for Tsumiki too. A conflict between her and Megumi would've been so satisfying. He would've been forced to acknowledge that the Tsumiki he uses as his moral compass doesn't align with the real one. He was shocked, that he didn't recognize Yorozu, but all that told him was that she was a good actor and not that his sister might not match his rosy view of her. That whole conflict got clumsily squeezed into a fight that really only revolved around Yorozu and Sukuna. Megumi's crying face at the end is also very underwhelming, since we got absolutely nothing that would've deserved that, except the very vague knowledge that Tsumiki is dead now. Which she likely was since Yorozu woke up (if only we had concrete information on that). This felt like Sukuna ripped up a cardboard cutout of Tsumiki and Megumi cried about it. It had so little impact. If Megumi got submerged completely by the Bath nothing would've changed because Tsumiki was never really there and he should know that. You could've replaced Tsumiki with a dog Megumi bonded with as a child and nothing would've changed. Except there would be no one to do the housework for him and take care of him before Gojo showed up. It's really just such a waste.

I wish Yorozu and Tsumiki were allowed to be seperate characters with separate bodies (Yorozu just takes some other random person as vessel like any other reincarnated sorcerer and Tsumiki is a new sorcerer). Then we could have the conflict with Megumi, they really get to air out their differences and Megumi is forced to experience character growth, we learn who Tsumiki is as her own person, and then Megumi gets taken over by Sukuna after his confrontation with Tsumiki shook him to the core. Yorozu & Sukuna can still have their fight later.

I really wish Yorozu punched him in the face right here

To make this clear though, I really only have a problem with the writing decisions surrounding Tsumiki, Yorozu and Angel. I think the others are fine. Yes, there could be more female characters in jjk, but I think the ones we do get are handled well. I don't think this makes Gege a misogynist as many like to say. Nothing here speaks of any hatred, disgust, dehumanizing or misunderstanding of women to me (as you can see Megumi was just as poorly handled). Hayashida Q's current story Dai Dark has no women at all. Not even in the background. Just men and ambiguously gendered people. I'm not calling her a misogynist over that though, it's just the kind of story she wants to tell and world she places it in. I would like more female characters in jjk, but only if they are written well. I don't need them written and drawn like One Piece women only for the sake of hitting some gender quota. Don't think Gege would do that anyway. The way they address sexism in-universe and the queer representation we get tells me that much.

#this got very rambly/ranty but I hope it's coherent enough #jjk spoilers #asks

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hxhhasmysoul · 1 year ago

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I agree with everything you said about Yorozu, she wanted a pretty doll as a husband that was also strong.

I have caught up now!

I don't think that weapon is her gift? Idk, I think it may be the og thing that uraume found or kept.

I really see no reason for yorozu to give him the weapon, but I might be mistaken, idk... I just got the vibe she would try to weight him down, because "if I cannot have you, no one can " kind of thing.

But then she also might want to see destroy everything, who knows? I just like my theory better XD

Not gonna lie, it is somewhat funny how everyone wants to reach sukuna while he doesn't give a fuck XD

I also found a bit ooc of gojo to care about sukuna, like what about megumi and everyone? Sympathize is one thing, but wanting to connect/teach/show is whole other thing... but anyway!

I am excited about Yuji and Hiromi fight! The memes are great too XD can't wait to see lawyer! mahoraga

Also cheering for kinji, he has a fun ability!

I do wonder what yuta, Maki and inumaki are doing? Yuta said he was going to give a job for inumaki...

And also what kenjaku is doing is bothering me, some people on my country got some drawing of a possessed gojo ( with kenjaku) but idk if that is real or just a very good fanart. Dunno...

Thank you for calling Sukuna in his og body pretty, it warms my heart. <3

I'm not 100% sure the weapon is her gif but many people interpret it as such? I guess time will tell. And yeah, it'd be cool if her gift was possessive and unhelpful.

As to Gojou trying to connect with Sukuna, I don't find it shocking at all, but I have a very harsh opinion of Gojou, especially about his relationship with Megumi.

I really hope we seem some of the Kinji vs Uraume battle. I hope we see other characters do things as well. And Yuuji going in with Higuruma is so cool. I'm so excited for the next chapters. I kinda think Maki might be waiting somewhere using her cursed energy "invisibility" to attack Sukuna when he's distracted and or depowered. Because even without his cursed energy Sukuna is still good at hand to hand combat.

As to the Kenjaku in Gojou's body. I think it's fanart considering we're on break now. But also I don't think Kenjaku would want Gojou's body for themself. At least not now. Kenjaku needs Getou's cursed technique for the merger. And while they can store a few techniques of the bodies they had before, Gojou has 2 techniques not one, so they'd need to give up not one but 2 they already have, would it be convenient for them? Kenjaku isn't really a fighter, they are more about plots and experiments. Another thing is that they'd need to fix Gojou's body to use it and that'd be a huge cursed energy expenditure, not a very safe bet during a large battle. I don't think it'd be completely impossible for them to want a new body after their plan is fulfilled. But at this point it doesn't seem that likely.

To me this theory that Kenjaku wants Gojou's body stems from some people in the fandom ascribing to Gojou more importance that he actually has in the story. And also them misinterpreting the relationship between Kenajku and the Six Eyes users.

Kenjaku's main relationship is with Tengen. Kenjaku wants a different world than the one she is creating. And Tengen created the Six Eyes as her protector, so Kenjaku needs to defeat the Six Eyes to get to her. And that's why Kenjaku has been going after them. But Kenjaku doesn't have any personal relationship with Gojou Satoru. Kenjaku couldn't have planned for Gojou to develop attachment to Getou. But Kenjaku wanted Getou's cursed technique. And they wanted to remove Gojou from the picture to get to Tengen. Getting Getou was surely Kenjaku's plan ever since they learned about his powers. Using Getou's body to unsettle Gojou and make the sealing easier was a bonus.

#answering asks #jjk spoilers #jjk 238

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helenarasmussen87 · 6 months ago

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More JJK thoughts

I've been involved in discussions and whole lot of venting regarding this chapter and now the possible conclusion of the series as a whole, so I ended up with more thoughts on why this one was the "And what fresh hell is this and do I really want to continue?" Chapter for me.

So here we go:

I still stand by the fact that Gojo should have stayed alive to help in the last push instead of being used like a nuclear warhead in both life and death. His death created an unnecessary problem regarding Sukuna being defeated IF his powers are what would kill him. I also do not agree that he wouldn't have achieved enlightenment otherwise.

I know that letting go is also a Buddhist concept and that Gojo never really let go of Geto. Him dying and seeing Geto, and coming back could have given him that closure so he could move on and focus on his students and fulfil his goals as just *Satoru Gojo* and not the Six Eyes or the Strongest.

Series seem to be allergic to having a broken, but still wise mentor survive to guide the younger heroes so if you really wanted to be subversive, Gojo and Nanami could have been utilized in such a way. That would have been a bigger shock than death.

I still stand what I said about his death being reactionary and spiteful writing in Gege's hands. And that killing him was taking the easy way out of a problem. When people pointed out the theories, he decided to bring Gojo back in the worst possible way to solve the dilemma. And to solve the problem of how Yuuta can be the big weapon he couldn't be since Yuuji is poised to land the killing blow on Sukuna after all.

I do believe that Yuuta was always meant to play a bigger part, and why not this way? Yuuta has always been, more than Yuuji, a dead man walking. With how he lost and cursed Rika, his fate mirrored Gojo's more than Yuuji's. He also got to see more of the human side of Gojo (than the second years and Nobara. Yuuji and Megumi also got to see this due to their proximity and connections) and would be the one to take up the mantle. It would also solve the question of a send-off for Yuuta, who also got easily folded by Sukuna despite supposedly having more power than Gojo himself.

And why would that be the case? To have both Gojo and Yuuta cleared out in a plausible way to how the story is moving now and (hopefully) have Yuuji end it all.

Yuuta in Gojo's body is a parallel to Kenjaku in Geto's body, and I don't believe this was in the works until later. This doesn't seem like a plan until Gojo's death happened. Gege has admitted to being a scene writer and has killed off characters on a whim. Sure, he may have the big story outlined, but not the fine details of it.

Yuuta, I do believe, was always ready to step up and die doing it. So it doesn't surprise me he would make the choice. And if we go old guard vs. new guard, he represents that more than the other second year students who, other than Maki, have not been much involved in this end fight. He's the chosen successor. Of course he would.

And if the old guard has to die, then they are prime to go, the first being Yuuta. Due to him being Gojo's heir in all but name.

I doubt Yuuta will survive in Gojo's body. If he does, then the blatant piss poor planning and preferential treatment of Yuuta will be on display, and it would also signal Yuuji’s own demise. I'm fully aware that Yuuji’s fate has always been death while everyone else survives, or him being the only survivor. Nobara is gone. Megumi looks like it, so unless Yuuta gets subsumed into Gojo (Soul equals Body theory) or he dies in that body, Yuuji should be the last one standing. If Yuuta fights on and lives in Gojo's body, I suspect that Yuuji will die in the effort to end Sukuna and he will be in the airport and see all of his loved ones with Megumi at his side and he and Megumi will see their parents and get closure in death.

The other comments I have seen floating around are about Yuuji and how this could save him from losing his entire humanity. Like how Yuuta has stepped in to save him from their fates in a way. So he can get out of the cog mentality and regain the humanity he lost by becoming a vessel, then by ingesting his brothers. If Yuuta succeeds, it would prime him up to land the end blow, pull Megumi back, and live.

IF and it's a big IF Megumi survives alongside Yuuji, it could symbolise the break of the old patterns in a positive way. Since Yuuji is the Gojo and Yuuta parallel and Megumi is the Geto and Rika one.

I can see it being a way to end the story without being called an ass pull and a way to fix poor plotting and pacing decisions that made it an issue in the first place.

I am also prepared to see everyone die, and it just be a wasteland due to how the story is shaping up. It's not a tragedy but rather nihilistic and spiteful story that uses shock value for the worst possible outcome and calls it a day. It is too reminiscent of GoT and look how well that went.

Especially since Yuuta and Gojo have become sacrifices, but not for the right reasons.

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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Hello thank you accepting requests and spending time writing for us all! Could I request something like a timid Succubus!reader or some sexual curse thinking Yuji would be good to feed off on a night where she’s really hungry, but then bumps into Sukusa taking control and just fucking reader until she feels so full she doesn’t need to feed for a looooong while? (⌒▽⌒) Have fun!!

hi!!! thank you so much for your words eeeeee

anyways! more sukuna smut yay! eat up, simps <3 it’s not a yuuji smut but he’s still aged up here due to the sexual implications towards him at the start

warnings; angry unprotected sex between two creatures, with so much degradation and a lotta hair pulling. some choking. yum. this is so filthy pls

━ you first take notice of him on the cloudiest night in japan, where the moon is barely visible behind the curtain of wispy fluff. it still manages to shine through, just enough for you to spot him from where you stand among the trees. hungry eyes scan his body: he’s tall, strong and muscular, and there’s a lingering sense of innocence that makes your mouth water all that much. as he tilts his head back and laughs, exposing his throat to you, you feel an overwhelming sense of desire bubble at the pit of your stomach. with one last look at him, you make your decision, and fall back with the shadows.

it’s humid in the small cabin you reside in, the world around you lulling itself to sleep. the boy is in a deep slumber on your couch, snoring softly, and you resist the urge to bite into his flesh while he’s so vulnerable. you’ll take joy in his reactions, in something so strong and sturdy beneath you. of course, you’d played your part, seducing him until the consent fell off his tongue in pretty waves, because it’s never fun if they try to resist. it’s always better when they succumb to the overwhelming pleasure you pull out of them.

the clock ticks three times before you let out a restless sigh, opting instead of waiting around for him to wake up to walk out of the small room into your kitchen, a cold glass of water finding its way into your hand. you gulp it down quickly, but the shiver that courses through you isn’t due to the ice that lingers in the glass.

there’s something behind you.

someone.

you’re inhumanely fast as you spin around, nails sharp and teeth bared, but they’re much faster. your wrists are in their grasp in seconds, and you’re pushed up against the wall quicker than you can blink. blink and register that this is the same boy you’ve lured into your domain, but it’s also not. the surprise upon seeing this — this man, in all his angry, tattooed glory, brings your guard down a moment too long, and you find yourself stuck between the physical wall behind you, and the wall of flesh before you.

“why do you have my vessel captive?” he sneers at you, and your anger boils back up into your chest.

it clicks into place, all at once, and you narrow your eyes. “curse,” you spit at him.

“demon,” he bites back. “answer me.”

“i owe you nothing,” you retort angrily. your wrists twist underneath his grasp, attempting to get away, but he doesn’t budge, and fuck is he strong. he doesn’t relent, doesn’t move an inch, only tightens his fists, digging his nails into your skin. you bite back the urge to flinch from under his stare. “you’re not who i want,” you add in a low voice.

for a moment, his grasp loosens, enough for you to lift a knee aimed at his abdomen, kicking at him with all your might. it does more to injure you than it does him, especially because of the fact that you dwell at your weakest, hungry and unsatisfied. you’re about to slip out from underneath his arm, but his hand finds your hair, tugging at it so harshly it emits a surprised and pained shout from your lips. your face is roughly pushed up against the wall, hands pressing to steady yourself, his hand remaining in your hair.

he tugs again, and another yell falls from your lips. his lower body is pressed against yours, hips keeping yours from moving, while his other hand rises to grip your jaw, carelessly digging his nails in. “answer me,” he repeats himself, and you notice his voice is surprisingly lower.

when you shift your hips, in an attempt to move away from him, an attempt to fix this uncomfortable position, you feel it, hard and poking at your lower back, and you laugh, loud and boisterous and mocking. he digs his nails deeper as a show of anger, but he only grows harder, so you laugh, and laugh, and laugh until your breathless.

and then, with a sultry, taunting, and dismissive voice, you say, “you’ll have to do.”

it doesn’t take long for him to finally understand, to process that you not only identify as a demon, but one that feeds on sexual intercourse. and it doesn’t take you long to realize that you may not be the first of your kind to come across him. you are, however, the first who’s face he’s fucked.

your back is once again pressed up against the same wall, but your on your knees, hands gripping his thighs, and face stuffed with his cock. it feels so good, and he tastes even better. you can feel every drag of his cock as he thrusts into your mouth, and you gag and choke but it’s everything you’ve ever needed. the desire doesn’t fade away, though, it only thrums and builds in your stomach and chest and spreads across your limbs. he’s so big in your mouth, stretching your lips and jaw wide, and it’s aching, it hurts, and there are tears stinging the corner of your eyes and your face is flushed and your chest is heaving, but your eyes are also rolling back from the pleasure.

it’s dizzying how obscene this is, and it hits you with outstanding suddenness that the other boy, the vessel, would have never done this. the control would have been entirely in your hands. you yourself would have led his cock down your throat, swallowed around him and choked until you had no air left in your lungs. but this curse, sukuna as you’d found, holds the reigns entirely himself. you have absolute no control over the way he thrusts in your mouth, even when he buries himself deep, holding your head steady as the lack of oxygen hits your brain, even as you start thrashing and your arms start flailing and you continuously slap at his thighs.

he doesn’t relent, and the scariest part is that you fucking love it.

your throat bobs as you swallow around him, gagging as he sinks deeper and deeper until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. your mouth widens to accommodate his size, your throat spasming in an attempt to get accustomed to the intrusion. “fucking whore,” he spits out as he drags you away by your hair. drool spills from your mouth, your lips glistening with spit and precum, a single line of it connecting you to his dick. you don’t attempt to shy away when he tilts your head back, instead, you smirk up at him, sucking in a sharp breath and licking at your lips.

“so you still need that brattiness fucked out of you?” he taunts. his hand twists your hair and he pulls you up. instinctively, your hands fly up to curl at his wrist, gripping it tightly. with anger guiding him, he leads you to the couch in the living room. “need to put in your place, hm?” he adds, pushing you down across the couch’s arm, baring you to him entirely, the thin shawl you’d had on completely disregarded in the kitchen.

your hands fall before you, steadying your body, as his hands grip at your hips, down to your ass, where he kneads at the flesh. small whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to squeeze and pinch at the back of your thighs, quick pants tumbling out while his nails scratch and mark you. fuck, you are going insane.

with a breathless gasp, you turn your head, fixing him with a challenging glare. “sounds like you’re all talk,” you tease, reveling in the way his face twists furiously.

unexpectedly, his palm strikes down against your ass, and you squeal, hips rutting and legs swinging at the shock of the impact. “shut the fuck up,” he warns you, his hand landing another harsh smack, and despite the pain that shudders through you, and the heat searing from your ass, your back arches into him, pushing back against him. “yeah,” he encourages in a low voice, his other hand smacking your other cheek. “that’s all you’re good for.” he hits you again, and you have to bite back a whimper of pleasure, opting to bring a hand to your mouth and biting into the flesh of your palm instead as he continues to smack at your ass, unrelenting and unforgiving, never once holding back on you. “getting fucked and used— i know you’re fucking enjoying this,” he adds.

if he continues to deprive you of what you really need, you’re afraid you’ll have to resort to begging for it. “then fuck me,” you groan. “use me.”

you expect him to break, to falter, to finally satiate you, but he doesn’t. instead, he falls forward, leaning close to you with two steady hands gripping your hips. and then, against your ear, with his heavy, wet cock pressed against the small of your back, he growls, “beg for it like the whore you are,” and you find you have no option but to do so.

humiliatingly, you dissolve into a fit of sobs, your hips pathetically and aimlessly rutting and pushing back against him, desperate and wanting as you cry out a chorus of, “please, please, please—“ like it’s the only word you know. his nails dig deeper into your skin as your pleading rises in volume and without warning, he sinks into you, bottoming out. the scream of shock and pain and confused pleasure that tumbles out of your lips is terrifying, and it dies out into a sob, your head falling back down, forehead pressing against the cushions of the couch.

he feels so good. he’s filling you up in ways you’d never imagined you could be, and the pleasure he drowns you in is stupefying you, numbing all your limbs. you feel on fire with how overwhelmed you are, and you doubt the need to feed will overcome you for months.

the drag of his cock against the tightness of your walls is intoxicating, and you can feel every part of him as he pulls out, only to sink back in deeper. with every thrust, a yell is dragged out from your lips, broken, helpless sobs tumbling out. he fucks you stupid, hard and fast and deep, exactly the way you need it. you can feel yourself dripping and drenching your thighs and the couch’s arm beneath you, and you can hear the squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock in with every thrust.

“so,” you sob, “fucking,” another hiccup, “full.” you yell out again, grip on the edge of the cushions whitening your knuckles.

“taking it like the good, little cum slut you are, hm?” he keens. your eyes roll back at the words, and fuck, who knew you’d be like this? one particular harsh thrust pushes you forward, brushing your clit against the rough fabric of the couch. it has you trembling uncontrollably, how with every thrust your clit is being stimulated, and his cock keeps brushing and dragging along the sweet spot within you until your orgasm is hitting you all of a sudden, sending you into momentary shock before your lower body is shaking terribly, hips pushing and pressing and trembling.

the couch’s cushions are damp with your drool and spit and tears as you gasp and shake and shudder and cry. he doesn’t stop. he’s not stopping.

oh, fuck.

with a hand in your hair pulling you up, and another hand finding its way around your throat, he squeezes tightly, pressing his lips against your neck and whispering, “i’m not done with you yet,” before sinking his teeth in, marking you in every way possible.

end note; brb gotta cleanse myself

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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Title: pretty eyes [short story] Pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader [soulmate au; takes place eight years before the yuuji and sukuna fusion] Genre: josei, romance, fluff, comedy, and your normal tragic angst!

Summary: in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. Warnings: language, blood, minor manga spoilers, mild ooc gojo and death

Notes: can we all just sit down admire satoru? Like the eyes man, the attitude omg... Ah im so sorry in advance if hes ooc here sksksk it is my first time to write about any jjk characters and I havent fully grasped them yet despite reading the manga anyways i wont be online next week and tomorrow so i decided to publish this ahead of time. ily all and again thank you for the love and support, it does mean a lot *bows down* see you all again when i’ve got time? jskskss i fucking hate college and online classes, satoru save me please soulmate au’s [not read in any particular order nor are they connected, they just share the same trope] Pretty eyes [gojo vers.] || lasting blues [toji vers]

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“Pretty.” were the very first words you uttered in complete awe as you saw yourself in the mirror and no, this wasn’t directed to your physical appearance. It was directed to your left eye, the eye of your soulmate.

Contrasting to your normal boring color on the right, your soulmate’s eyes were ethereal and unreal. How could someone have such pretty eyes? It was completely surreal at that point that you refused to believe that someone with these eyes were actually human.

You placed one hand and gently caressed the left side of your face where the pretty eye rested, “You must be an angel.” you muttered, “Only angels have pretty eyes.”

Thus like every child you gave your soulmate a nickname, ‘pretty angel’ and every night before you slept, you’d wonder out loud how your pretty angel was doing, if they were nearby, or anything like that. You wonder what type of food they like, do they like to leave the window open for a cool wind or do they like their chocolate hot or iced.

Yet as you grew older, the pretty angel faded out into your thoughts. The pretty idea of soulmates and love disappeared like the story books you read as a child. The pretty blue eyes on your left is forgotten as life takes a toll on you.

They say death was inevitable, when your mother died in middle school, you watch as your father’s left eye turn to your mother’s color. You watched as he clenched her hand, like it was some last resort of plea. You watched him cry as he passed by the mirrors and you wondered, would it hurt like that too?

It baffles you how beautiful and cruel the soulmate system was.

How every time your father would stare at his own reflection, his left eye would be nothing but a reminder of your dead mother.

You let out a second meek cough in the quiet bookstore that night, the sounds of the car passing by were nothing but quiet noise to you as you immerse yourself in the literature book you were reading, your students would surely love this one.You let out another cough as you turn around to find a small space to read since standing for too long made you tired too quickly.

You’re too enchanted by the words of the author that you don’t even notice the rather tall man in front of you.

You look up, ready to give a quiet apology but stop short when you notice how ethereal the stranger looked. Albeit he wore a pair of weird Lennon shades at this time of night, he reminded you very much of an angel with his snow white hair.

You don’t even notice how your left eye is returning back to it’s normal color, the stranger does though and it surely was odd to see his eyes on a stranger.

“Well,” the stranger has a shit-eating grin decorating his handsome features, he definitely looked like trouble for sure, “This is unexpected.”

He lowers his shades and your eyes immediately widen as you suddenly cup the left side of your face, you’d recognize those unique eyes anywhere, after all, you had those on your left eye since you were born, “Y-You.” you muttered, the shock momentarily eating you up.

“Yeah, me.” He grins, loving the sudden attention, “Wow, I was expecting something like fireworks or flowers to appear.” He suddenly teased, bending down to your level.

Now that you notice it, he was very, very tall.

“I…” You blink, trying to gain your composure, “Wow…”

“Did I pass your expectations?” it’s been a few minutes since you started talking and all he has been doing is teasing you.

“You do look like an angel.” You complimented and his eyes widened at the rather out-of-place compliment, “Your eyes are very pretty, thanks for letting me borrow them for twenty-two years.”

Gojo Satoru thought he had the upper-hand, after all, you looked quite meek but when you said those compliments, he was sure that you were going to be the teasing one in this whole-soulmate thing.

So he tries to one up you.

“I’m Satoru Gojo but you can call me tonight.” He grinned, trying to tease you once again, the corny pick up line sounds suave but your blank expression says otherwise.

“I’m Y/N L/N and think I should call you in the morning, it is quite late right now and I still have classes at eight am.” You mumbled, looking down at your watch, “How about you just walk me home, then?”

“Okay.” Satoru immediately raises his hands, signaling that he was giving up, “First off, you should be more hyper aware that I may be a serial killer.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you a serial killer?” you repeat, “That would be awfully disappointing if my soulmate was one since I’d immediately give you up on the police. I’m not interested in being in a Bonnie and Clyde type of thing and I think it’s too early for me to die.”

“You’re very upfront about these sorts of things.”

“Well, you’re very teasing for someone who just met their soulmate a few minutes ago.” you shrug, “So, are you going to walk me home or not?”

“Ah, bossy too. I love the attitude already.”

“We’re spending our whole lives together. You might as well get used to it.”

You’d think the idea of soulmates would scare you after the firsthand experience with your parents but curiosity always got the best of you and the white-haired man proved that maybe it would be different this time.

Throughout the few months you’ve spent with him, You’ve noticed that Gojo Satoru and you may be alike in some ways but in most ways, he was different.

First, he was enigmatic. You’ve known the man for a couple of months now and you’ve been going out on dates but you don’t know much about him except that like you, he’s a teacher at a good school and he tends to be conceited when he talks about his personal skills as a teacher.

“...What are you doing?” Satoru asked, peeking from behind your shoulder as you type in the grades of your student for your class.

“I’m grading my students.” You muttered, it was after dinner at your place and he was lazing around your place, the sound of faint jazz music could be heard throughout your small space and the wafting smell of freshly baked brownies filled the room, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something since you're a teacher?”

Satoru quirks a brow as if you had said something odd then it seemed like realization had dawn upon him at that moment.

“Ah, I’m not doing much since my students are on break.”

“Didn’t you say that last time?”

Silence filled the room and Satoru breaks it off with his very famous ‘heh’ that made you inwardly roll your eyes and chunk the pillow that you’ve been hugging towards his direction, “Stop slacking off, you’re a teacher.” You scold him mildly, followed by a small cough.

“Ah, Y/N-chan. You’re so mean to me,” He frowned, handing you the mug filled with water, “...No fair.”

“You're a teacher and you’re slacking off.” You deadpanned, ignoring his sly ways of trying to get you in his arms, “How is that even fair?”

“My students can handle themselves so well that I don’t need to babysit them.” He hmphed, arms crossed and head held up high in a rather arrogant manner. You could only only scoff back a reply at his rather haughty attitude but you’ve gotten used to it to the point where you just roll your eyes.

“You’re a very bad teacher, Satoru.”

“Hey, I am considered one of the best and it’s an honor-”

You clicked your tongue and just pinched his cheek in reply to get him to stop drawling on about his achievements. You wondered if you dated a man child or something.

Second, despite his teasing nature and good looks, he’s a rather shy bean and has some insecurities about it too, maybe it was because there were moments where you couldn’t really understand your soulmate and his puzzling life. He didn’t tell and you didn’t want to pry because you technically both had your whole life to get around that subject.

Luckily, you seem to have found a remedy for moments like that.

“Satoru…” You called out to your soulmate who was staring at the nutrition content of the wafers on his hand, “Satoru!”

“Oh, sorry. What were you talking about?” he finally snapped out of his daze and turned to you who was standing there, hand on your hip. The crispy wafers on his hand are long forgotten.

Your soulmate is good looking, alright. If anyone were to pass by him they wouldn’t see the minor zilch of worry in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” You ask, walking closer to him, completely serious.

“...You aren’t going to leave me, right?”

You raise a brow at the sudden question, wasn’t he too young to have some mid-life crisis? Was this because of the soulmate movie you watched late last night about the soulmate leaving their other half to rebel against the system and because of his partner’s family?

“Why would I leave you?”

He blinks once, then twice, the only sound that could be heard was the familiar music playing throughout the grocery store, it was as if no one was there during the mid-day. Satoru proceeds to look away, “I don’t know. What if you realize that you don’t like me as your soulmate and you followed what the dude did in the movie?” he started to mumble, mouth pressed on a straight line.

“Ah, the whole rich in-laws.” you blinked, “Don’t tell me you’re a son of some huge clan in japan that’s loaded and I’m going to be a disgrace to your family name or something?”

It came out as a joke at first, it really did and you were going to laugh but when you notice the straight face he has on, you realize it was anything but a joke.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, Oh.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking that question then?”

“What?” He almost half-yelled, eyes wide behind his usual shades that he seemed to wear a lot, “That doesn’t make sense!”

“Neither does your question, Satoru.” You frowned, massaging your temples, “I should be the one asking you that, are you going to leave me?”

“Of course not.” He sputters out.

“Then there goes my answer too.” You replied, huffing out as you grab the sweet wafers on his hand to put into the cart, “You’re very weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are.”

“You seriously asked me if I’d leave you because of your rich family in the middle of the day.” You deadpanned, inching closer to him to the point where your lips are brushing against his.

“This is unfair.” He huffed, suddenly turning red, “You’re attacking me in broad daylight.”

“Oh dear.” Your beguiling eyes, enjoying his rather embarrassed state, “This isn’t attacking, Satoru.”

Then you closed the distance between you two, his eyes seemed to widen behind his shades at your forward approach, clearly you guys never did PDA. You took this as an opportunity to lick his lower lip so you could slip your tongue in and as he starts getting into it and placing his hand to cup your ass, you pull away with a big smile on your lips, “That’s attacking.” you grinned.

Satoru seemed to have regained his senses quickly after that rather heated public make-out session, he placed his hand on top of his mouth and feigned embarrassment, “My, My, I didn’t think you’d enjoy those types of things in public.” he was back to his normal teasing self.

Well, that seemed to have worked very well.

“Mhm,”

Yet unknown to you those thoughts still lingered in his head, it wasn’t just his family that he was worried about, it was also regarding his job as a jujutsu sorcerer something he has yet to mention, he’s not even sure if you’d believe him it’s a normal occurrence for people like him to die in this occupation and he’s scared that one day, you’ll see your left eye turning back to his eye color with no valid explanation.

Not only that but the amount of people who’d go after you to get to him, he clenched on the shopping cart tightly

“I’m tired.” You cut his thoughts short and Satoru turns to you, unlike him, you weren’t physically active so you tire easily, even joking around that you were a granny in a child’s body, “Can we sit down after this and get some gyudon?”

“Sure Y/N.” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug and kissing your temple.

Third, he’s terrible with kids, period, no questions asked.

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he brought in one of his students named Megumi, the boy is quiet and compared to your giant and teasing soulmate, he’s serious. In fact he was more serious than the tiny pinky of the white-haired man.

“...Are you kidnapping a third grader?”

“He’s one of my students.”

“You don’t even know the first thing of looking after kids.” You pointed out, “And didn’t you mention that you teach high school students?”

“Well,” he drawled on, “It’s kind of a long story but he’s technically a genius.”

You let out a stifling sigh, “You’re impossible.” you mutter, bending down to the small boy’s level, “Would you like something to eat in compensation for him annoying you?”

The boy nods mutely.

“I wasn’t annoying him!” He corrects.

“He looks very annoyed standing next to you.”

“That’s literally what he looks like!”

You roll your eyes in reply and turn to the young boy, handing him a pastry that you had brought earlier. You watched Megumi eat his pastry in front of the television that played some child-friendly show as you let out a soft cough and pour yourself some water

“Are you alright?” Satoru asks, resting his head on your shoulders.

“Yeah,” You replied, “Why’d you ask?”

“You’re looking quite pale these days.”

“Maybe it’s the allergy season, already.” you nonchalantly replied, taking another gulp of water, “You’re terrible with kids, by the way.”

“That’s why I’m a high school teacher, Y/N.”

This connects you to your fourth observation, he’s nonchalant and easy going but he harbors a rather deep worry for you to the point where you wonder if he was really your soulmate or your mother incarnate. Three years into the whole soulmate thing with him, you still couldn’t help but think that he’s doting nature was quite adorable.

You feel like you’re coming down with a cold these days, your head has been throbbing and your cough is worsening. Satoru’s eyes are filled with nothing but worry as he handed you some medication. Your soulmate was now a mother hen and if it were different circumstances, you’d laugh it off.

“We should go to the doctor.” He nagged you once again.

“I’m literally going to sleep it off.” You hoarsely replied, “I’ll be fine, Satoru.”

“You literally sound like you smoked a pack with your voice, are you sure?”

“I am.” You glared, “Don’t sleep-”

Before you could even finish what you were saying, he flops right next to you in the bed, “-I literally told you to not sleep next to me.” you scolded him.

“A mere cold won’t phase me.”

“I swear to god, Gojo Satoru. I’ll kick you out.” He ignores your ministrations and snuggles his head on your neck, his warm breath tickling it, “You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“Sadly.”

“Hey.”

“I’m kidding.” you let out a quiet chuckle, looking down at your soulmate and running your hands through his white hair, “I love you very much, you idiot.”

“Hard same.”

“Never mind, I take it back.” you giggle.

And after a rather short playful banter between you two, you find yourself sleeping and snuggling on his long limbs. You think all is well, you really do. That was until you wake up later at three am in the morning with a loud coughing fit. Satoru immediately sits upright and opens your nightlight but what he sees next, scares him more than the curses he has ever encountered.

Your sheets are now stained in blood from the coughing fit that had just happened and you're completely taken aback too, completely breathless.

“Y-Y/N…” He gulps down, quickly taking the sheets away from you, “Let’s go to the hospital now, please?”

“...L/N-san, have you been getting coughing fits before this?” the doctor asks, looking up from your chart. Satoru watches you shake your head as you clench the paws of his jacket, the doctor takes off his glasses, “How about coughs that don’t seem to go away? Getting tired too easily?”

Satoru doesn’t like where this was going, he doesn’t like where this was going at all.

“Um, just some dry coughs and I’ve always been an inactive person.” You quietly replied, contrasting to your usual bright and teasing demeanor, you looked too tired this morning and Satoru just hopes it’s because he dragged you out of bed at four am to get yourself checked asap.

“Y/N-san, has any of your family members been diagnosed with lung cancer?”

The whole room is silent and you could almost hear a pin drop, Satoru feels his knuckles suddenly turn white, “I recalled my okaasan died because of that.” You replied silently and the doctor nods feverishly.

“...Y/N-san...It pains me to say this but the reason you’ve been experiencing this is because of the tumors located in your lungs.” Satoru feels his heart drop when he hears those words, “We have to do further tests to confirm-”

“Do it.” Satoru cuts the old doctor off, his hands are visibly shaking already, he hopes that this was just a misdiagnosis, that this doctor was just a bad one or better yet whatever excuse his mind could make up at that moment, “Do all the tests needed for Y/N, please.”

Fifth, he’s very supportive towards you and your impulsive decisions. If he could join you in it, he would but you usually decide against it.

It’s another quiet night for you as you sit across from your soulmate at the dinner table. You’ve grown awfully thin and your hair was starting to fall off due to the chemoradiation, this day marked the third month since you found out that you have lung cancer just like your mother. Surgery was apparently too risky so the safest option right now was this treatment.

You don’t deny the anxiety eating you up every day, specifically the fear of death, you’re even more worried for Satoru since not only had he been paying for your treatment but he had opt to take care of you, saying that his job would be fine without him since you were going to get better soon anyways.

“Would you still love me if I shaved my hair?” You asked, your voice still quite hoarse.

“You kidding me? I’d still love you even if you turned into a roach.”

You immediately crinkle your nose in disgust, “That’s disgusting.”

“Honest reply.”

Truthfully, the man had been your rock these past three months. You knew how hard it was for him to be happy around you, how he had put on a brave front and remained positive saying that this was just going to be a rough couple of months and you’d be back in no time despite the bleak outlook.

It kept you sane amongst the tragedy.

“I wanna shave my hair.”

“Like right now?”

You nod, “Can we use your electric razor?”

“You want me.” he points to himself, “To cut your hair?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” You grinned.

And that’s how you ended up in your bathroom after dinner, Satoru’s shades on the side and his concentration directly on your scalp. You had literally told him that he just needed to do it the same way as he shaved his beard but he was still scared. Apparently, he had never shaved anyone’s hair before.

“...Okay, Y/N. Here goes…” He proclaimed, switching the razor on. As bits and pieces of your hair fall to the ground, you feel your cheeks getting wet and your shoulders tense, Satoru is quick to notice the switch of emotion and immediately turns the razor off before bending down in front of you, “Woah, woah… Y/N….”

“I-I…” Your lips are quivering as the tears fall faster when you see his pretty eyes staring back at yours, you try to let out a laugh but instead it comes out as a choke sob, “Sorry, this is stupid. I’m literally crying over fucking hair.”

“No, of course not…” He replies, enveloping you in a hug, “Of course not.”

Satoru feels you start to shake in his arms and he knows he should keep his emotions in check, he’s a sorcerer for crying out loud but seeing you break down for the first time in three months had him shaking too, you didn’t deserve all this, fuck, you didn’t deserve any of this at all!

“Would you like me to shave my hair so you’d feel a bit better?” he asks. After recovering from your breakdown, you had asked him to continue shaving your hair because you might as well be done with it.

“Please don’t.” You reply, wiping your tears away, “We’d look like eggs.”

“Cute eggs, you mean.” He corrects, teasing you and trying to cheer you up, this was all he could do and he hates it.

He really hates it.

What good was the title of being the strongest when he couldn’t save you from all of this?

Lastly, if you hadn’t highlighted it enough. He has pretty eyes, contrasting to your dull and boring ones, you always loved how different his eyes are. Sometimes you wondered why he dared to hide them behind his crappy and overused Lennon shades.

“Can I see them?”

Your room is dimly lit as Satoru sleeps next to you on the hospital bed, you were growing weaker and frailer by the day and you could see the toll it took on your soulmate. You were heavily reminded of your father who was sitting right next to your mother on her deathbed.

“See what?” He yawned.

“Your eyes.”

“You’re awfully in love with them, huh?”

“I’ve always been in love with them from the moment I saw it in the mirror.”

Silence envelopes the room with your statement and as requested, he takes the shades off and now you’re greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes that you love to look at in the reflection since you were a child, “Pretty.” You muttered, raising your frail hands slowly to cup his face, “Pretty eyes.”

Satoru takes in a deep breath as he places his hand on top of yours, the silence is heavy. You both know what’s about to come in the next few days, you’re lucky if you even last a night. Yet he doesn’t want to talk about it, he shuts the topic off quickly when you try to even raise it.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, staring at you, “Pretty.”

You let out a quiet laugh, “I doubt it, I’m anything but pretty now.” your voice hoarse, making him lightly squeeze your hands, “Will you be bringing Megumi tomorrow?”

“Yeah, the brat said he saved enough money to get you your favorite pastry.”

“That’s good.” you blinked, “I’m tired.”

Satoru feels his shoulder tense at your words, they were so plain yet at the same time so heavy, “Should I call the doctor?” he asks. You shake your head and just snuggle on his chest.

“No,” You mumbled, inhaling his scent and basking on his presence, “I want your warmth next to me.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You know, you’ve always had prettier eyes.”

Yet you don’t reply and he feels your grip on his sweater lessen, he doesn’t even need to see his reflection to know that his left eye has returned back to your (e/c) ones.

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