#kenjaku imagines

[lilacxquartz]

morning troubles;

kenjaku x f!reader

plot: both of you were insatiable in the morning — themes: smut, (giving) oral, p i v, kissing, kenjaku being a pervert, established relationships — w.c: 1.5k • masterlist • ao3

a/n: messing around with (hopefully natural reading) couple dynamics here, some bickering, some teasing with smut in all sorts of positions. i have another idea regarding using the brainTM but maybe as a fluff piece, we’ll see!

You woke up with a start. Albeit reluctantly, you opened up your eyes only to see Kenjaku’s face pressed right up against yours. He looked back at you with an almost alarming intensity, his pupils zeroing into your soul. You couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy as a result, especially given the creepy, almost-knowing smile he wore.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?”

The smug tone in his voice that followed your question did not help in the slightest either, “Oh, well, you see,” he began, allowing his eyes to drift down the bed, “I have a bit of a problem.”

Your eyes narrowed as your eyes drifted towards the middle of the bed, catching a glimpse of his morning wood pitching a tent in the duvet. Returning your gaze to lock in with his own, somehow his expression grew a hint more perverted; his eyes half-lidded and his face noticeably flushed.

“Yeah?” you sighed a resigned breath, “that’s why, huh?”

Kenjaku’s lips stretched to reveal a toothy grin that time, his hand dipping below the blanket to lazily stroke along his shaft. “You’ll help me out, won’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to scold him. “I don’t even get a ‘good morning’ or anything like that and you’re already being so demanding…”

“Good morning,” he sassed in response, “now how about you—“

“—don’t, don’t you dare even finish that sentence,” you shot back right away before taking a deep breath and sighing, “fine though, fiiine, I’ll help you out…”

Begrudgingly, you lowered yourself down, pulling the blanket down along with you all the while he propped himself up to lean back over the headboard. With the freeing pull of your hands, his erection sprung free at long last, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

You extended a hand, coiling your fingers around his cock, brushing your palm in a back-and-forth motion, soon guiding the tip into your mouth, taking him in slowly. It didn’t take too long for him to surrender to his own call for pleasure though, with your rhythm knocked slightly off balance from him rocking into your mouth regardless, pushing in to slide right across your tongue and hit the back of your throat.

Before you could properly respond, one hand snaked its way over to your scalp, entangling his digits within. The other drifted towards your cheek to lightly tap on its side, directing your attention towards him.

“God, you look so good when you’re choking on my cock,” he murmured as he took notice of the continuously annoyed look on your face, finding the situation amusing, “you can stop looking at me like that though, I know that you secretly love this.”

Kenjaku didn’t give you any time to think of a reply however, quickly hilting himself further into your throat, deeply enjoying the sensation of you writhing from his intrusion, just barely containing him. He continued regardless of your quickly disheveled state, the sight too intoxicating to ignore.

Feeling greedy, he let slip of a request with the urgency of demand—how desperate he was to share this moment with you, “Touch yourself – get turned on as I use you—“

You tore your arm out from your awkward position before reaching down in between your legs, feeling for your clit. While he guided the motion in your head, you ran messy circles around the bud, with your main focus being how to scold this fossil later on, yet being incapacitated for the time being—letting him use your throat instead—feeling your cheeks cave from the suction.

Just as you felt him get close though, he yanked you away, pulling both out of you as well as distracting you from your momentum. Kenjaku took a moment to admire your heater state; the heat of the moment colouring your cheeks. “You turned on yet?”

It took you a moment to catch up.

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “I’m wet—“

Without warning, he flipped you over to your back, taking no time at all to loom over your form. His fingers made their way into your soaked slit to check—plunging his digits into your slickened cunt before retracting away—bringing the glistening knuckles over to his lips instead, tasting the evidence of your arousal.

“You taste so good,” he praised, feeling himself throb even harder, somehow.

Steadily, he folded your legs upwards, positioning his saliva-soaked tip over your entrance and easing himself with lubricated ease—just how he liked it. His pursuit was immediate, bucking into your core with hungry fervour, the pace reaching an almost brutal tempo. Quickly, he surrendered to the addictive feeling of you clenching beneath him, so turned on that you couldn’t deny it for any longer; breathless moans escaping your lips, giving away just how good he made you feel, leaving him feeling equally breathless.

“Fuuuck,” he gasped out, slamming into you all the while, “it’s like you were made for me,” he added, “do you like being used like this?” he asked in a low whisper, leaning over you so that your legs fell flat over the bed again, nearly spent from the intensity of skin meeting with skin—again and again.

Though, Kenjaku did pause for a hot beat, stopping himself from saying anything too vulgar, his priority for the time being was on making you both feel good. He locked his words in his throat instead, pistoning himself at an unforgiving rate into your sopping sex, his wide smile smoothed into intense focus.

Barely able to hold his ground, he regretfully stilled and felt himself blur into you, coming undone as soon as the feeling pushed through. His hands clamped around your back, pulling you closer to his chest as he tried to stop himself, but it was far too late.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he huffed in a ragged whine, “I’m still not fully in control of this guy—did you at least…?”

You shook your head. “No, but it’s fine, it was still nice—“

Kenjaku interrupted you quickly, stifling your assurance with a kiss. “You smell so good,” he whispered against your lips, leaning forward, “just give me a minute and I can…”

You shook your head again, trying to resist teasing him over his bruised ego. “It’s fine—promise.”

Kenjaku however wasn’t taking that for an answer, refusing to acknowledge his slightly wounded pride. He kissed you again and when he pulled away, he couldn’t help but feel his once-sated arousal stir again over just how good you looked, pulling you gently over him so that you were sat over his lap with your breasts pressed against his upper body.

“Obliviously it’s not okay,” he scoffed, “I’ll be damned if I’m not the one to finish you off.”

You narrowed your eyes at the self-assigned mission he seemed to give himself, although, parting your legs all the same. You then settled over his renewed length, rolling your hips while he held onto the plush muscle of your ass—his fingernails sinking bleeding crescents—lazily pushing himself forth to try and match your rhythm. A low gravelly hum escaped his lips as he strained himself, still sore from before.

He looked up at you, taking in your appearance yet again. “You must be a demon or something,” he lightheartedly jabbed, propping a thumb to gently massage your clit, “a succubus or something similar – you’re going to ruin me—“ he gasped once more, “hold that thought.”

You held onto his shoulders, throwing your head forward to lean against him as he worked both his fingers and his hips alike, plunging forth into you with bruising intensity. The two of you just barely retained any sliver of composure, with your legs beginning to tremble, giving in to the rising bliss at last. Kenjaku too, a second time, was almost in pain and yet—

“God,” he groaned, his voice breaking slightly at the sensation, yet unable to deny the feel of you contracting around his cock—fluttering internally, your legs going numb and warm yet boneless, like heated putty in his hands. “Finally,” he sighed, “I thought you were going to kill me.”

“So, no round three then?” you joked.

Kenjaku’s face paled at the mention, the teasing flying right over his head. “Absolutely not, you’re responsible both for finding me a new vessel if you break this one and for the transplant, if so,” he wearily sighed, pulling you closer, still buried in you.

“Okay, let’s—“

“—what did I just tell you?” he scolded, adjusting himself so that he slipped out of you. “I’m exhausted, anyway.”

Despite yawning right after, you tried to still leave his hold. “That’s your problem, Kenny. I’m gonna go ahead and grab breakfast.”

However, Kenjaku had already made up his mind as he turned over to his side, taking you down with him and shushing you in the process. “Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, you devil,” he warned, reeling you as close as possible, “you’re going to keep me company.”

“What are you doing—“ you quickly replied in protest.

“—quiet,” he interrupted while yawning, pushing his nose into the crook of your neck. “Wake me up in an hour or something.”

All the while you tried to claw out of his death grip, not getting very far at all. “Please no. I’m going to be so bored—“

Kenjaku however just simply smiled with his eyes still closed, locking you into his hold without any room to spare. “Too bad, you’ll survive.”

[analikalee]

[daydreamvalley]

Choso reimagined in my mind. He’s so pretty wth.

[obsesssedblerd]

Finally

some jjk manga spoilers [236]

You had faith. 

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

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

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

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

Soft. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah. Did I say that out loud? 

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

No. No. 

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

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

You scream.

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

[shimisstuff]

Kenjaku 👾

[redtsundere-writes]

Part 14: The Perfect Plan

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 6123 words.

A/N: Sorry for posting late. The power went out last night mid translation lmao. Third world country typa shit

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The gloom of the castle was welcoming. Infusing themselves with the darkness. Walking in a straight line on the crimson carpets in the company of a small candle was Uraume's favorite activity. They had from 10 p.m. to 3 a.m. to relax, watch around without the pressure of having the king on their shoulders while being consumed by their own thoughts. They didn't have to think or worry until the sun peeked over the mountains. It was just Uraume marching like a soldier throughout the castle alongside the army of curses that guarded the perimeter like hawks. 

Loud, determined footsteps caught their attention, igniting battle mode in their mind. A stowaway had infiltrated the castle without the curses noticing? Uraume quickly ran to find the source of the noise. A wild Yorozu who was out of her room after curfew. She had broken one of the most important rules of the castle. “What the fuck is she doing?” they thought, annoyed. 

Uraume was fed up with both sisters. They hated you for being so gentle and fragile to everyone when the king needed someone strong on his side, but it didn't compare to the abhorrence they felt for Yorozu. Uraume had never been so happy to lose a servant before. In the few weeks she was under his charge, she destroyed a set of dishes, stained a collection of tablecloths and turned the entire service staff against her. They tried everything to correct her insolent attitude, but nothing seemed to work. When the king dictated that Yorozu would be his apprentice, they didn't know whether to cry with happiness at having a new sorceress in the castle or worry about the king’s choices. 

“You know I never go against your will, my king,” Uraume said to the king as he reviewed documents on his desk. “But Yorozu is undisciplined, vulgar and dirty, as I mentioned in my reports. Of all the curses that would do anything to be your apprentice, you chose her? This time I don’t understand your decision,” they asked, confused by his actions. 

“I'm not doing it for me,” Sukuna confessed before sealing a receipt abruptly, a small maneuver to make Uraume understand that they were going too far with their voice tone. “I'm doing it for her.” 

“You're fucking lucky you're that one's sister,” Uraume thought as Yorozu walked towards them without fear the consequences. It was as if she was casually reuniting with an old friend in the park, she greeted them from afar waving her hand from side to side with a big smile printed on her face. 

“Good evening, Uraume,” Yorozu greeted enthusiastically.  

“You should be in your room. It's already past 10 o'clock,” Uraume reminded her. 

“I'm just going to look for my sister in the king's room,” the brunette explained. 

“A year of watching me like a hawk, and you know nothing about me?” For some reason, that comment you had made bothered them quite a bit. You couldn't be so complex to tell them something like that. You were just a simple fragile human like every other lady they ever met. There was nothing special about you or your sister. You were two open books with clear intentions. There was nothing you could hide in front of their nose. “That's impossible. She would never break such a simple rule.” Uraume set the candle down on the nearest table to remove their hands from the black cloak that wrapped around their body whenever night came. 

“I don't think you understand what happens to humans who go outside curfew,” Uraume warned her before placing his palm in front of her. 

“Wow, and I thought you liked me,” Yorozu scoffed with a confident smile, quickly understanding that a fight would start soon. 

“Not a bit,” Uraume admitted. 

They launched a flurry of sharp stalactites towards Yorozu. Her grinning opponent didn't hesitate to create her beetle armor. The emerald green exoskeleton glowed in golden hues against the torches illuminating the hallway. The stalactites hit Yorozu's armored body, so it only caused her to recoil from the impact. Uraume created two stalactites that served as swords for melee and took advantage of the recoil to run towards her. Quickly, they looked for an open area to fit his improvised weapon. Uraume snapped them in the neck area, but the ice shattered when it came in contact with the hard armor. Yorozu didn’t miss the open opportunity to kick her opponent in the abdomen, sending them flying to the other side of the hallway. 

“Is that all you've got?” Yorozu asked them before creating a sword with her technique to hit him back. 

Uraume generated a piece of dry ice thick enough for the sword to get stuck in it. Yorozu tried to pull it out, but his strength was not enough. Uraume spun the ice on its axis so that Yorozu let go and broke the piece of ice on her head. Yorozu recoiled from the massive blow she received. She could barely breathe under the mask from the tremendous knockout. Everything was spinning and she thought she was about to pass out. “Sister...” she prayed that you would appear at that instant to help her. Yorozu had consumed almost all her energy creating the armor and the heavy sword, but she couldn't give up. Not yet.

“Is that all you've got?” Uraume asked as they watched her with disdain as she gasped for her life against the wall. 

Yorozu screamed in rage as she created a knife and ran towards Uraume. If she was going to die that night, at least she would die fighting on her feet. They just looked at her with disappointment before blowing ice at her. Freezing her entire body instantly, leaving her head out so she could breathe. Yorozu screamed in desperation as she flailed like a worm in salt in order to escape, but all her attempts were in vain. Uraume reached over to slap her. The hollow sound echoed down the hallway, drawing the attention of some cursing. 

“Shut up, you'll wake the king,” they scolded her. 

“You can't do this to me, I'm the king's apprentice,” Yorozu threw a tantrum. Uraume slapped her again, now on the other cheek. 

“I told you to shut up,” Uraume repeated with a macabre smile. They were having fun watching the little sorceress agonize. 

“You're only doing this because you're jealous, aren't you!?” Yorozu tried to trigger them. 

“Jealous of whom?” Uraume asked, offended. “I would never be jealous of a filthy rat like you.”

Uraume held her tightly by the jaw, enough to mark their slender fingers against her pale skin from the extreme cold. Yorozu could do nothing against the experienced sorcerer. It was a pity that a fool had such extraordinary power. Uraume's smile widened as they watched their opponent shiver and complain from the cold. It was satisfying to see someone finally teach her a lesson. 

“Consider yourself lucky if you make it to the morning,” Uraume said, turning their back on Yorozu to walk away down the hallway. 

The sorceress screamed, pleaded and squirmed as she watched Uraume take the candle and continue the vigilance, completely ignoring her cry for mercy. “Don't worry, my sister will come back for me once she doesn't find me in her room.” Yorozu held up hope as she shivered. She was beginning to lose feeling in her fingers and gradually her touch as well. Her hair clung to the ice trying to avoid resting her chin against the ice. 

The sun peeked through the curtains, the fireplace had gone out and the crows were merrily singing a somber song. You awoke in the king's warm arms, just as they had fallen asleep. You wiped the drool that was subtly escaping from your mouth as you half-opened your eyes to see the golden clock on the nightstand. It wasn't long before the king would be awakened for breakfast, which meant you were late getting ready. You slipped out of Sukuna's arms, waking him slightly. 

“Good morning,” you whispered with a tired smile. 

“Morning your ass,” he grumbled before rolling over and covering his face with the blanket. “He can be really childish,” you thought with a chuckle.

You jumped off the giant bed to leave the room. As you opened the door, you ran into a shocked Uraume, who was about to knock on the door. They watched you with wide eyes and their mouth sweeping the floor. “Yorozu wasn't lying!” They thought as they realized that you had indeed spent the night in the king's room. Uraume could not believe that his king had lost his patience and decided to conceive his heir so soon.  

“Good morning, Uraume,” you greeted. “Why is he looking at me like that?” you asked in confusion. You smiled feigning innocence before passing by to run back to your room. 

Uraume just followed you with their sight, still perplexed by the situation. “Yeah I don't know you” they thought about what you had told him earlier as you watched yourself run down the hallway with your pink nightgown fluttering with each step. 

You walked down the hallways until you ran into a block of ice in the middle of the hallway. “Uraume punishing someone?” you thought as you got closer so you could see which servant it was. Your eyes widened at the sight of that brown hair you already knew so well, your sister was trapped in the ice. You called her name several times as your legs moved quickly towards her, but there was no response. Her eyes were closed, she was pale and her lips were blue. You patted her face a couple of times to wake her up, again, there was no response.

“No, no, no...”. You repeated desperately while tears threatened to escape from your eyes at the sight of the situation she was in.

You were in charge of protecting her and making her happy. You neglected her for one night and she ended up being frozen. Who knows how long she had been stranded there. You touched her neck to find her pulse, she was weak, but still alive. You looked around for some tool that could help you get your sister out of her whereabouts, but you first came across a sword that was stuck in a half-thawed block of ice. You tried to pull it out, but it was stuck. You grabbed the sword by the handle and pulled it towards you with all your might, but the weapon would not budge. You kept pulling until your eyes were fixed on the area that was connected against the ice. You stopped pulling to try to do the opposite. You slammed the sword against the point and the block of ice split in two, allowing you to grab the frozen weapon. 

With a breath of relief, you carried the heavy one to the block of ice where your sister was and whipped the sword against the ice. Between groans and sweat from the effort, you smashed the chunk of ice that enveloped your sister to her slow death. Cut after cut, you removed pieces of ice, taking care not to hurt her by accident. 

To your random luck, a large albino dragon with yellow eyes struck the ice with its large forehead. It destroyed the remaining ice with one strong impact, enough to get your sister out of there. Without letting the shock consume you, you hurried to get Yorozu out of the ice to take her to the nearest bathroom to bathe her in hot water. 

“Put her on the muzzle,” Kenjaku said behind you. Quickly, you picked up that he was the one controlling the beast. “Since when has he been standing there?” The dragon opened its maw for you to lay your sister on its blue tongue. It didn't seem like a good idea to you. “Trust me, she'll be fine,” he earnestly indicated to you in the face of the emergency.  

Not having much choice, you placed your sister on his tongue. The white-furred dragon closed its almost human snout carefully so as not to close it completely to make its way to the nearest room. Snaking with the help of its human arms at great speed between the hallways. Kenjaku reached out to take your hand. 

“Come on, let's go treat her,” he said before running off at an average speed, following the dragon as he pulled you along with him. You just followed his orders. 

Sukuna laughed out loud as soon as Uraume reported the consequences Yorozu had suffered for going out after curfew. It was obvious that would happen. She was so stubborn that she knew perfectly well that at some point she would break some of the castle rules, she didn't think she would be foolish enough to break curfew. Sukuna kept laughing as Uraume's confusion grew. She covered her mouth to finally get her laughter under control. Everything was going according to plan.

“Usually I can usually figure out what his plans are quickly, but not lately. I can tell Yorozu annoys you, just kill her like any other inept servant,” Uraume told him as he watched the king change into his elegant clothes. 

“You know why I can't kill her,” he explained as he wrapped the ribbons around his waist around his kimono. 

“Can't you really kill her because she is her sister?” Uraume questioned him, it seemed absurd that that was the reason. There must be something behind it. 

“That's exactly why.” Sukuna smiled broadly before pulling the ribbons, accentuating his figure.

“I don't understand.” Uraume sighed. “The king sure is a strange curse,” they thought, giving up. 

“Patience, Uraume. I only ask for your patience.” Sukuna ruffled their hair before moving to withdraw. “She will die soon, I assure you.” Sukuna gave her one last confident smile before leaving to go to get breakfast. The satisfied smile reappeared on her face. Everything was going according to plan. 

The pearl dragon gently set Yorozu down on the tub filled with hot water. Between you and Kenjaku, you removed the bright green armor and the white dress that saved her life. Without those two items, your sister would not have had a chance to survive the morning. Despite being surrounded by warm water, her skin still felt cold. It would take some time for her body to return to its normal temperature. 

“She looks awful,” Kenjaku mentioned as he returned the dragon to his body, forming a crystalline blue sphere under his sleeve. “I say you should kill her already,” he advised. 

“Kenjaku!” You scolded him. Your eyes threatened him like a whip. “I would never do that, she's my sister.”

“Don't tell me you don't even think about…” 

“Enough!” You exclaimed, annoyed. Kenjaku was startled by the frustrated shout. “Don't even think about finishing that sentence!”

“I was just saying.” Kenjaku shrugged. “That's the first time I've seen her so annoyed,” he thought as he analyzed her.

While Sukuna was constantly watching you, Kenjaku was analyzing you. He didn't do it with bad intentions. He wanted to get to know you better, how you act when he is not in your presence. He was making mental notes of things you could improve on. That's why he hadn't helped you take out your sister before. He was surprised to see you pull the sword out of the ice block with minimal effort, wield that sword as if you had ever held one before in your life and cut the ice precisely so as not to hurt your sister. You were special, that much was clear, but there was something else. 

“I have 6 days left to kill someone. I still have time,” you told him while you took a bowl to wet your sister's head while untangling her long hair with your fingers. “I will kill anyone but my sister. I will protect her at all costs,” you promised her as you looked into her closed eyes. 

“You are such a good person,” Kenjaku replied dryly. “That will only get you killed. He told you before he left. He had to investigate what was going on with you.

You held the bowl tightly to restrain yourself from throwing it at his head when he wasn’t looking. As he disappeared from your sight, you let go of the bowl, letting it float away as if it were a raft. You were fed up. Sick of living in constant fear of surviving in the miserable hole that was the castle. Sick of dealing with your sister's stubbornness. Sick of feeling like you had to deal with a thousand things at once. You needed a break. Even though you had advantages over any of the other inhabitants of the castle, mentally you were worse off than ever. You just wanted this nightmare to be over soon.

Salty tears fell softly on the warm water. You saw yourself in the subtle rippling reflection, tried to fake a smile, but you weren't in the mood for that. You hated having to be stronger than you really were in order to resist the urge to commit suicide by living among corpses. You held your forehead to take a short break from it all. A short break from the king, Kenjaku, Uraume, your sister, the servants, from everyone, absolutely everyone. 

You decided to go to your happy place. The warmth of his arms, the close beating of his heart and his soft nightly purr. You felt welcome and safe despite being nestled in the bosom of a genocidal man. It was true that he was full of hate and evil, but last night he was just a man nervous to be in front of a naked woman. Someone who was just hatching out of her shell to give you affection. You hugged yourself to try to replicate the effect he made you feel, but it didn't work. Your arms were much, much thinner in comparison.  

Water splashed as the fingers of your sister's hand began to move. You wiped away your tears to greet her with joy that she was now okay. Her eyes squeezed shut as she grew accustomed to the light as you inspected her. Yorozu had never woken up to such a horrible sight. His blood rushed to his head with anger. This was the last person she wanted to see. 

“Yorozu!” You exclaimed, happy to see her alive. 

Instead of greeting you with a smile as she always used to, Yorozu looked at you with pure hatred. She latched on to the edge of the tub to launch herself at you in a direct attack. She knocked you to the ground to reach your neck to choke you. You grabbed her wrists tightly to fight against her will. 

“What are you doing?!” You exclaimed confused when you saw the clear homicide attempt. 

“You were going to kill me!” Yorozu exclaimed angrier than ever. 

“Of course not! What the fuck are you talking about?!” You asked her before throwing her to the side to get her off of you. 

“But you thought it, Kenjaku said so!” Yorozu barely got up on shaky legs. 

“It's a misunderstanding! I would never dare to even think about it! You're my little sister!” You exclaimed as you looked at her with “believe me” eyes. 

“Pretend to be the good one all you want, but we both know you're a piece of shit inside!” Yorozu approached you at a strong pace to attack you again. You backed off because you didn't want to fight someone who had recently gained consciousness. 

“I'm sorry I'm not perfect, Yorozu, but I do everything I can to protect you. I would never hurt you on purpose,” you explained, dodging her attack attempts. 

Yorozu stopped in mid-stride to laugh hysterically at your answer. You had never seen her like that before. It was as if someone or something had taken over her body. Her irrational way of acting was starting to scare you.

“Protect me? You protecting me?!” Yorozu exclaimed. “Where were you last night?!” she exclaimed, annoyed. 

You swallowed dryly as you remembered the answer. Feeling guilty that you had spent the night in the king's arms while your sister was freezing to death, but you hadn't meant to. You had told her to stay in your room, but you knew you would never convince her that it was her fault. Everything bad that happens to her is your fault. You were starting to get sick of it too. It was getting harder and harder to protect her. 

“The king ordered me to spend the night with him,” you admitted. 

“You're a fucking bitch,” Yorozu barked before he lunged at you to hit you. 

Having only just regained consciousness, she wasn't so quick. You moved out of the way to dodge her and ran for the exit. Yorozu tried to chase you, but you slammed the door in his face. She was banging hard on the door with his shoulder to open it, but you pressed your back against it so he couldn't get out. You pulled a chair that was within your reach to block the door. You sighed from exhaustion before sitting down on the bed in the empty guest room. 

“You lying bitch! You said you would only talk to him!” she exclaimed with loud knocks on the door. 

“I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry, but I can't let you sacrifice your life like that,” you explained while making sure your sister didn't leave. She had to calm down. 

“Why not? I want to do it! You don't even like the king!” Yorozu exclaimed, hitting the door with a rubber hammer she created with the little energy in his body. Thankfully the doors were thick enough not to succumb easily to the tool. 

“Sorry. I changed my mind,” you said softly. 

Yorozu's thrashing stopped as he understood that the situation had changed. He didn't know what had happened last night, but he knew he wouldn't be pleased to find out. Yorozu cried out in frustration as he pounded on the door with the hammer. 

“It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!” She exclaimed in annoyance. “I want to be with the king! That's all I want in life!” 

It hurt you to hear her like that, but you knew you couldn't let it happen. Little by little you could see how she was self-destructing under her own weight, she would never be able to withstand the pressure of being accountable to the great king Sukuna, the king of curses. You sighed as you listened to her throw her terrible tantrum. 

“I'm sorry, but it's the only thing I won't give you. It's for your own good,” you told her before walking away from the situation. “Please calm down and recover your energy. I will ask one of the servants to bring you breakfast.” 

You walked as fast as you could with a firm step to get to your room to get ready for the day, despite what had happened you had to fulfill your obligations for the day. Once you closed the door behind you, you were alone. The world crumbled over you. You collapsed to the floor before letting out a high-pitched cry of frustration as wild tears rolled down your cheeks. Your fingernails scraped the ground in search of something to hold on to. Your chest heaved up and down from spasms from crying. You couldn't breathe properly because your nose was clogged with mucus. Why was everything so hard? Why couldn't you have a normal sister who liked any man? Why were you in this situation? If only you had stayed a simple maid, this wouldn't be happening. You were trying to do everything right, but something always had to go wrong. You hated that it had to come to this point, only now was not the time to give up. You just needed this moment alone to vent your pain. 

Sukuna ate breakfast alone for the first time in a long time. It was understandable, you were too busy with your sister to sit at the table to eat with him. He hated it, but he would let it go this time. Seeing no one at the table by the time Uraume brought the food, he just got up to head to his office. The servants looked at him in disbelief as this was the first time this had happened. Uraume looked at him in surprise. They thought his eyes would pop out from opening them so wide during the day.

Sukuna calmly sipped his human blood tisane as he looked out the window. From the cherry-colored sky, the patches of green grass that appeared between the snow, and the few birds that flew over the landscape, he knew that spring was approaching. The season of good beginnings and fertility. If everything went according to plan, he would try to conceive his heir in three more months. Someone knocked on the door, ruining his little moment of peace. He sat at the desk to look busy and gave permission for the person to pass. It was Kenjaku.

“A little bird told me that you spent a nice night with the young lady.” Kenjaku smiled flirtatiously, trying to make the king blush.

“Nice is one way to describe it,” he said, downplaying it.

“Maybe hot is a better definition?” Kenjaku raised his eyebrow flirtatiously. Sukuna raised his fingers, making Kenjaku raise his hands in surrender for fear of being killed at that moment. “I was just joking,” he excused himself. “I just want to know if the books were of any use to you.”

“I didn't even finish reading the first one,” Sukuna admitted before taking a sip of his tea.

“So, I imagine you have a lot of questions for me,” Kenjaku asked excitedly.

“No, really, Y/n explained everything to me,”

“Ah…” The master thought dejectedly. “Really? I'm surprised she knows about such things. I think I was wrong to assume she was a virgin.” The king raised his eyebrow.

“Virgin? What does that mean?” Sukuna asked.

“That she has been subjugated by another man before you,”. Kenjaku answered.

Sukuna squeezed the cup hard enough to break it into a thousand pieces, spilling the hot, reddish liquid over his white clothes. Sukuna didn't understand love, but he did understand control. He was jealous of that imaginary man who once had you in his possession. Who was that man you once obeyed? Who had the pleasure of having you for himself and losing you completely?

"There's some tea in your…" His servant tried to tell him, afraid of the consequences of telling him the truth.

“I know,” Sukuna shushed him. “Is that all? I have to change my clothes.” He reluctantly stood up from his seat.

“I actually came to give you some very good news. I discovered something very interesting this morning,” Kenjaku explained. “Miss Y/n may have a technique.” Sukuna immediately sat down in his seat, completely interested in what the master had to tell him.

“Continue.” The king raised his eyebrow at his uncertainty.

“I still don't know much about it, since I just found out this morning. The only thing I do know is that it has to do with object manipulation. That's why she's good at handling weapons she's never worked with,” Kenjaku explained.

“Was it because of Yorozu?” Sukuna asked him.

“That's right,” the lesser curse nodded. “My hypothesis is that emotions play a big part in her technique. It's most likely an innate technique, so only she will know how to deal with it," he explained.

"It's most likely also a family thing. Yorozu manipulates materials to her liking, it may be directly related to that," Sukuna opined.

"I'll look more into it, I just wanted to let you know, my king." Kenjaku bowed before moving on to leave.

Sukuna covered the big smile on his face. This was going perfectly, according to plan, too perfectly. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to form the great panorama that awaited him. He just had to let his white pieces act on their own and soon he would have what he wanted: castling*.

Unable to break down the door, Yorozu had no choice but to rest in the hot tub to regain strength. Her entire body rested except for her jaw from the stress of the whole situation. She couldn't believe that her own sister had betrayed her. The sister who wanted to protect her precious king. Why couldn't she just let her do whatever she wanted?! If she became queen, he would reward her by letting her go back to her sisters. It was a win-win, but now it seems she really wants to be queen.

“Ugh!” Yorozu kicked the water, spilling it over the bathroom floor.

Everything was so complicated. Everything was spinning around in her head, but something in particular wouldn't leave his mind. “I have 6 days left to kill someone. I still have time” she quoted what you had told Kenjaku while she was recovering. It was strange. Why did you have to kill someone and why did you have a deadline? You would never kill someone of your own free will, someone must have asked you to. “The king most likely”, she thought about an answer. Now she had to know why he had asked you. The king is so strong and big that he can kill anyone whenever he wants. Why would he ask you to do his dirty work for him?

“Wait!” A lightbulb went off in her mind. “Is that why you two haven't married?” Yorozu had an eureka moment.

If her assumption was right, she had to act right then. She jumped out of the tub to look at herself in the mirror, she didn't look bad at all for having spent the whole night on a piece of ice. She created her beetle armor arm to knock down the door with a bang. She undid it so she wouldn't get dizzy, she was barely recovering. She went out skipping with happiness. "I'm going for that crown, sis!" she thought happily.

She arrived at the king's room after looking for him in his office. One of the servants, blushing at the sight of her bare breasts, told her that the king had stained his clothes. She knocked on the door three times and the king opened it, disappointed that it was her. Yorozu blushed from head to toe when she saw him with only a towel around his waist. She had interrupted him while he was getting ready again after having stained himself, he had just finished washing.

"I see you survived," Sukuna said, crossing his arms. "How can you live after losing to Uraume?" I asked him why he felt ashamed, but I doubted that word existed in his vocabulary when I noticed that she was completely naked.

"They are a great sorcerer, hard to beat," she admitted with a pout.

"What do you want here?" Sukuna asked her directly.

"Why hasn't he married my sister?" I asked her.

"What do you care about that?" Sukuna answered reluctantly for meddling in other people's personal affairs.

“Is it because she hasn't killed anyone yet?” Yorozu asked him with a gleam in her eyes.

“She told you?” The king frowned.

“No. I figured it out myself,” she said proudly. Sukuna leaned against the large door frame that was custom made for him like the rest of the castle.

“I see. And what will you do with that information?” He was interested in her answer.

“If I kill someone before her, can I become the queen?” Sukuna opened his eyes at the sudden confession.

And that was how he realized what Yorozu was hiding all this time. She was acting like his powerful apprentice so she could win his heart and give her the position he had offered her sister. Even though she was not a saint of his devotion, he liked that fierce part of her. It's a rare trait in women of her type.

“Fine. You have 6 days to kill her.” Sukuna agreed. Yorozu's eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Yes, my king! I'll kill the first one I find on the way!” She said excitedly.

“Did you not hear well?” The king growled angrily. He approached her level to face her. “I told your sister that she could kill anyone because that alone is complicated for her. You, on the other hand, have a cursed technique, so I must give you a challenge.”

Yorozu's eyes widened as she had the king so close to her face. He had never approached her like that. Her heart began to beat a thousand times an hour while her body tensed with emotion. It was difficult to focus when he was hypnotizing her with his eyes.

“You must kill your sister, do you understand?” Sukuna repeated slowly so she would understand.

"Yes, my king," she said between stammers.

“Well, let me know when you do it. It will be interesting to see.” Sukuna raised his torso to look down at her with superiority.

“I will do it tomorrow when I regain my energy, my king,” Yorozu warned him with a blush on his cheeks. “I will not let you down!” He said goodbye before returning to his room with excitement.

Sukuna followed his sister-in-law's bouncing butt until he lost sight of her to close the door and see Mrs. Inoue who was hiding behind it during the entire conversation. The poor woman had heard the conversation, since she was the unfortunate enough person in charge of cleaning him on that occasion. The poor woman trembled like a pudding in an earthquake after hearing the grim conversation. They were about to kill her best friend, she had to do something! 

“Don't you have something to do?” Sukuna opened the door to the woman. She immediately understood the task that had been assigned to her.

“I'll go tell her right now!” The lady exclaimed before running off as fast as her chubby legs would allow her. He held the smile again, it was too early to celebrate. Everything was going according to plan, all that was left was for the tower to switch places with the king.

You were reading one of the hundreds of books that Kenjaku had left you as homework next to the giant window. The afternoon was slowly falling, darkening first on the horizon and then slowly eating up the sky. You repeated the same sentence over and over again as if you couldn't concentrate. You kept thinking about your sister and what to do with her. The first idea was to get her out of the castle, but neither Sukuna nor she would allow that. The second idea was to lock your sister up for life. The third idea was to throw yourself into the jaws of the three-headed bear. You stuck your head in the book as you lost all concentration.

“Miss!” Mrs. Inoue's scream caught your attention. “Miss!” She exclaimed again before entering the library. Her voice was broken and her body was shaking. You quickly approached her to give her a chair to sit on.

“What's wrong?! Are you okay?!” You asked her worriedly as soon as she sat down.

“It's…! “The filth”, I mean, your sister!” She answered with her voice broken from running all over the castle.

“My sister?! What's wrong with her?!” That worried you even more. You knelt down in front of her to look at her face.

“Nothing's wrong with her,” she said, catching your breath. “But your life is in danger. Tomorrow she's going to kill you in front of the king.” Your heart almost stopped at that moment.

“No... It can't be... She's just exaggerating because she's angry.” Mrs. Inoue slapped you when you were in denial.

“Wake up, kid!” Mrs. Inoue pinched your cheeks. “It's like when they offered us an escape route at the harvest! I heard from her own mouth that she's going to take everything from you! The reign, the husband, the life, everything! Everything is clearer than water!” Mrs. Inoue announced, paranoid.

So that's how it was? You weren't sad anymore, you were more furious than ever. You clenched your fists tightly. Yorozu had chosen a terrible tyrant over her own sister? Well, you were about to choose the same to teach her the lesson of her life.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Inoue. I’ll take care of it.” You smiled at her, placing your hand on her back to reassure her.

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[epickiya722]

Yuji really got a twin brother, 9 half siblings, his mom is body hopping and is actually a brain, got a distant cousin of sorts who was named after one of the identities that his (Yuji's) mom had took before and said mom is the reason behind having those 9 half siblings and that distant cousin of sorts because they were in a different body...

Got this complicated ass family tree...

Like how is one suppose to explain this?

NOTE: Forget twin brother... Sukuna is his damn uncle!! Jin is apparently the twin brother!!

EDIT: IT GOT FUNNIER!! Sukuna is a grunkle! A great uncle!! Jin just... exists I guess.

[ghxst-bird]

In the summer silence, I was getting violent

In the summer silence, I was doing nothing…

— Mama‘s Gun, Glass Animals

[pixel-comfort]

When you’re not with them, your F/O lights up at any opportunity to talk about you. If someone mentions a topic even loosely related to your interests, they’ll casually slip in, “Oh, my partner loves that book,” or, “They’re so good at [your hobby], you should see how amazing they are.” They don’t even realize how often they bring you up, but their friends and coworkers definitely notice. “They’re always going on about you,” someone tells you, and your F/O just shrugs with a proud grin. “What can I say? They’re incredible.” Even when they’re alone, their thoughts drift to you, and they catch themselves smiling. “They’d love this,” they think when they see something you’d enjoy, “I can’t wait to tell them about this.” To everyone else, it’s clear: they’re utterly enamored with you and you’re their favorite topic.

Proship/Comship and F/O doubles please DNI.

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[aphel1on]

suguru text post meme pt4, cult leader era edition

[sulky-cabbage]

Sukugo and takaken both having their date on Christmas day is so 🤌🏻

Gege really gave these thousand-year old curses their first date in a Millenia and made them experience love for the first time in the most romantic day of the year !!

And the takaken chapters being right after The sukugo fight? lmaooo

They both found someone that matches their freak, you love to see it.

Idc what anyone says takaken are another parallel to the Sukugo fight to me, just like Kashimo and Yorozu...

Like........??

??????????????

And look at Kenjaku checking on how his bestie's date is going😭

Awwwww😭😭

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CHASING HUMANITY • kenjaku x fem!reader

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summary: troubled by the continued visions, kenjaku finally got to the bottom of the root cause.

content warnings: partial smut, injury, blood

Chapter 9. Broken Glass

As the two of you walked further into the city, Kenjaku found himself overwhelmed with a deep headache that bored into his skull. At first, he could easily ignore it, but the more he continued forward, the sharper it grew.

The whole world around him dimmed again, too, with each passing step pulling him further into the depths just over the horizon. None of it made any sense though. He was certain that it was less than three in the afternoon—so why was this happening? He tried to push past it, but kept falling deeper into the abyss—everything soon swallowed away by the call of the void—including the sound of your voice.

Come to think of it. Where even were you?

Kenjaku swayed slightly in his stride, his footsteps slowing to a halt as it all caught up to him. Suddenly, the air felt thicker, and more condensed, like something foreboding was going to happen any second now. He screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to ground himself for a moment, trying to forcefully will himself out of this episode, but the harder he tried to swim up, the quicker he felt like was drowning instead.

Shit. You had been walking right at his side before, right? You even gave him that strawberry drink that he pestered you for, supposedly. He didn’t remember all too much from what he did before, if at all. Not currently. It was frustrating because he actually wanted to experience it, too, wanting nothing more than to grow closer to that strange person he almost buried alive.

And yet, you were reduced to a mere afterthought in the background; blurred out by his spiraling thoughts.

Kenjaku stopped walking as the unease finally hit him all at once. A dizzying hum entered his hearing; the faint bustle of the city playing into his ears, droning away in the distance and then it slowed. By the time he was thrown back into sense of anything that had resembled lucidity, he realised that he was holding onto something, feeling slightly out of breath.

He blinked again.

Skin. He was holding onto skin.

Instinctively, he clawed at the flesh, trying to determine what he was doing to bring himself back down to earth, only to feel a surge of arousal spike in between his legs. He was on top of someone—grinding, sweating—brutally rutting himself into a wet center, into the core of someone as their body took a heavy hit into the mattress.

“A bit slower,” he heard you say.

Immediately, he slowed down, reducing himself to delivering slower, more impactful thrusts, though at a much more forgiving pace. His eyes blurred into focus too, focusing on your body which now made up his vision, a strangely warm feeling washing over his body as he made the connection. Kenjaku glanced up, taking in the time written on the clock that hung over the wall. It was six in the evening. That was the whole afternoon that he lost out on, not even knowing how the meeting from before led to you in bed with him. Not that he minded. This was just how it was between you two now—right?

His eyes rolled back all the same, feeling himself get closer to reaching his peak. In a way, it was disappointing though, because he wanted to remember more of what just happened. It seemed to be fun, too, given the heated look on your face. With his body moving on autopilot, he picked up the pace ever so slightly, driving himself into your cunt with rising fervour as he tried to milk the last remnants of pleasure that still remained, letting out a deep, guttural moan as soon as he found his release.

Kenjaku sighed as he found his orgasm; falling forward into you, feeling that all too familiar post lustful haze begin to envelop him. Your arms relaxed from being wrapped around him and your legs untangled from him, too. It was only just a brief moment after, but his eyes drooped shut, hoping to recover from the sudden intensity he was plunged back into, only to wake up in the dark, alone, with the smell of bleach wafting through the air.

The headache he had before surged again, too, feeling sharper than ever before. His skull felt like it was surely going to split open as it persisted, like jagged glass pushing against his cranium. His fingers shot up to his temples to soothe the ache, only to feel something odd.

His fingertips were wet.

Slowly withdrawing his hand, he blinked down at his hand, the world spinning out of focus as the moonlight from just outside bleakly highlighted a crimson gleam. Blood coated his skin. Blood. Was it yours? Dried patches of blackened maroon clung against his skin like peeling paint, taunting him, mocking him for not understanding how anything progressed at all.

There was the meeting. There was the moment you both had sex, and then, there was the blood on his hands.

What was worse when you were nowhere to be found at all.

Kenjaku weighed out his options, trying to determine something in his mind. He was still in the apartment, so where were you? You couldn’t have gone far. Lucid or not, he wouldn’t let you stray away just like that. He tried to assess exactly what he was working with, only to be left with more questions than answers. The entire apartment was turned over, with various bits of glass smashed and the furniture flipped, hinting at a struggle. With who? You? That didn’t seem right.

He dipped his hand into his pocket, fishing out his phone to try and get a hold of you, but each time that he dialled the number, it claimed to be out of service.

Shit. This wasn’t looking good at all.

Especially as he noticed the time on his phone.

Ten. It had been four hours since he was with you last.

The walls started to close in from around him as the smell of copper mixing with bleach started to overwhelm him. This had never happened before. What a strange feeling! His stomach twisted and churned, with knots forming in his core as he considered being the one responsible for something potentially irreversible. His eyes widened, too, as he noticed that thin red scratches were decorating his wrists, like claw marks.

The thought of him doing this to you wasn’t a pleasant one, especially since he hadn’t been in his right mind for a while now. The feeling was so tilting, so jarring, that the sheer intensity of what he was feeling made his knees just about almost give out, forcing him to stumble as a result. His head hit the wall on impact, landing with enough force to make his vision blur again, but not enough to knock some sense back into him.

But then, one memory in particular crept back into his senses. It was brief. A flicker of something that he almost had just let go of, but not quite. His eyebrows furrowed as it all came to light, reeling the information back in at full speed.

Naoya Zen’in’s face surfaced through the once-muddied blur, sharp and knowing. The faint figure of him passing you both by, something that he had remnants of you confirming it later on. Kenjaku remembered the surge of anger he felt as soon as he made the connection, never once having this sort of reaction for anything else before, and, just as the feelings started to make sense, the derealisation, at last, started to fade away, too.

It was all coming back to him now. Right as you both finished up in bed, Kenjaku fell asleep on you, to which you woke him up by repeatedly poking at him, demanding that you should be let up so you can go find something to eat. He remembered more and more of it. How he reluctantly got dressed again, following you out of the studio and deeper into the city once more, as if you had some sort of nose for finding the one street vendor that would empty his pockets the fastest.

Kenjaku staggered forward as a result, gripping the legs of an overturned coffee table, and landing hard on his knees once more. He started to understand what might have gone down and what exactly had happened to you. If Naoya was closer to you than you had both anticipated, then he very likely helped you stage a disappearance, fabricating a struggle to take place that the police would later find. You must have been instructed to go hide away elsewhere for now. If anything, he figured that he likely had the plan to take the guy out, to drop him from the face of the earth—probably doing the world a favour in doing so—the one good thing he’d ever do.

It all felt so right that the brain fog began to lift entirely. He scoffed as he then exhaled a breath of relief, understanding what might have actually happened. Curse his mind for doing this to him though, having an idea as to why he was being tortured by himself, not liking what that meant at all.

All that he had left to do now was to remember where you were.

His breath hitched as a result, before steadying, bringing himself back up to his feet. He patted around his body, searching for a clue—anything at all—knowing that he likely planted something on his person, finding a folded-up note with a phone number hastily scribbled out on it. His fingers went back to his phone, quickly dotting in the number and then holding it close to his ear, feeling like he was finally getting somewhere when it actually rang.

The line then picked up and for a moment nothing was said, save for some faint breathing on the other end.

And then he froze.

“Bait and hook,” a male voice finally pushed through, “thought I’d never figure you out, huh?”

Kenjaku listened intently, tightening the grip on his phone as he realised who he was potentially talking to. His lips parted for a moment, considering a response, but he kept quiet. He knew better than to interact with a cop, no matter how corrupt this one was. He was going to let Naoya Zen’in talk and spill his position, taking the moment to study him for every word he had to say.

“The two of you aren’t as subtle as you both thought,” Naoya predictably continued, sounding so sure of himself. Kenjaku bit back a scoff as he listened, already picturing the shit-eating grin that bastard wore. “I’ll give you credit where it’s due though,” the man continued, “you’ve led me on a long, long fucking chase, that’s for sure.”

Kenjaku stayed calm as he let him talk all the while, already getting a good idea of the man’s personality. He was volatile and arrogant, but not in the calm and measured way he perceived himself as. This was a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, completely confident that he could get away with everything just because he wore a badge, claiming to be in control. How wrong he was.

“She put up a good fight, you know,” Naoya added, letting the implication hang heavy in the air, as if trying to gauge a reaction out of him, “tell me, did you ever have to incapacitate her? Because I’m half tempted. Never did like it when women had the gall to talk back…” he trailed off before starting up again, “I take it you haven’t, because she’s a bit mouthier than I remember her. What a shame.”

Kenjaku didn’t reply again, narrowing his eyes as he listened to the other man talk. So this was who you had to deal with on a regular basis? No wonder you were taking questionable walks in the middle of the night. Had he been in your shoes, he would have fed him a brick to the face long, long ago.

Naoya scoffed on the other end of the line as he didn’t get a single bite back. “There’s an old abandoned rental car lot just outside of—” he explained, detailing him the exact whereabouts, “meet me out there tonight and we can work something out that benefits us both.”

Kenjaku mentally logged the address, hanging up the line before tapping it out onto his phone before it all slipped away from him again, although, he had an inkling that this wouldn’t happen again. He finally got it. He finally understood why this had been happening to him.

He finally had something—someone—worth losing.

If Naoya wanted to go down that road and play this game, then so be it. He had dealt with worse before. Hell, he’d even have fun. In fact, he’s going to get you to join in. What better moment than to do something together, being exactly who you both are, if it meant getting rid of the person who once hurt you more than he ever could?

No. He was going to enjoy breaking him down.

You, however? You were going to get the final hit on him.

He’d make sure of it.

~~~

[Earlier]

As soon as you locked your eyes on Naoya amidst the crowd, you hoped that you were hallucinating, but you couldn’t mistake that gaze for anyone else. As soon as it all registered, your whole world came crashing down on you, leaving you unable to think clearly.

In the spur of your irrationality, you whipped right around and slipped off into a nearby alley, hiding yourself away from the exposing glow of the streetlights. Your back slammed against the rough brick wall as you tried to erase as much of your presence as possible, hoping that he hadn’t seen you. Your pounding heartbeat threatened to consume you and your breathing felt suffocating—a panic attack was imminent and you couldn’t bring yourself to calm down.

After all, he couldn’t have been here so soon unless he knew more than he let on. He couldn’t have been in this exact area, where you resided, unless he had been following you from the start.

Just as your thoughts continued to overwhelm you—to consume you—a familiar voice cut through the spiraling tension like a knife.

“…What are you doing?” Kenjaku asked, catching up to you at last.

You flinched and blinked up at him, taking in the way his dark eyes focused on you with genuine fascination. His hands were tucked into the sleeves of his robe with a relaxed posture, indeed much like a monk, though his features were fixed into a tense expression, as though partially agitated.

You opened up your mouth to force an answer, yet no such words came. You considered feeding him an excuse to bide time to process your own issue, but this wasn’t the sort of situation where you could ignore anything at all. You were equally as much of a criminal as he was now, even if your role wasn’t as devastating as his.

Kenjaku, too, became increasingly impatient. Every passing second of time was wasted time. and despite his cool demeanour, he had his limits too. “Well?” he asked once more, not too big a fan of your prolonged silence.

Finally, you spat it out. “He’s here.”

“Who?” he pressed.

“Y-you know, my um, ex, or I guess… former fiancé,” you replied in a beat, unsure how to properly express who the man was to you at this point. “I saw him.”

Kenjaku stilled as a brief glimmer of anger flashed across his features before schooling uis expression into something better measured, although not calmer. “Ah, so that’s who that was…” he simply managed.

It was difficult for you to gauge exactly what he might have been thinking, but it was clear that he wasn’t too pleased at the information at all. There were subtle hints that pointed to such a revelation that you had picked up on after living with him for a while now; things like the subtle clench of his jaw or the twitch of his fingers that pointed towards the direction of lapsing composure.

Just before you could say anything else, though, he grabbed your wrist in a sudden tug, yanking you away with him in a start, your breath barely catching up as he snaked you through many turns of the alleyway you were caught up in, navigating you towards the refuge of a quieter, less illuminated street.

He backed you up right against the wall, clamping his palms against your shoulders in an attempt to get you to focus on him.

“You’re going to listen to me,” he spoke, his words firm, “and you’re going to do exactly as I say, got it?”

You nodded your head in silence as he studied you for a moment, before continuing to drag you all the way back to the studio in complete silence. From the moment you both returned, he didn’t reveal anything else to you either, immediately instead diving towards rummaging through every cabinet and drawer within the space instead. Doors and hinges flew past, as he turned the apartment inside out while looking for something in particular and upon finally finding it, he took a step forward.

Feeling just a little put off by his crazed demeanour, you took a step back, stilling as he patted down your sides before taking out your phone and breaking it apart. You stared, blinking with wide eyes as he then fitted what appeared to be a prepaid sim into a new phone, handing it over to you.

Next, he dipped into his own pocket, bringing out a knife, raising his hand and then pausing mid-air.

“Hold out your hand,” he demanded, toying with the handle.

Your stomach just about dropped. “W-what?”

“The easiest way to get someone into the status of presumably dead or otherwise gone entirely is to hint at a struggle with evidence and a sloppy cleaning job,” he explained, “I’ll butcher someone else, maybe multiple people—or Mahito will—-it could be assumed that you would have been a part of a group slaughter, or similar,” he brainstormed, “but if he’s sniffing around, then I’m going to have him believe you actually died,” he explained at last, “so I’m going to need your hand, but don’t worry, it’ll just be a flesh wound.”

“But that’ll hurt so much—”

Kenjaku rolled his eyes at you, grabbing your wrist mid-protest. He squeezed around it just hard enough to get you to bare his pak at him and then slashed a sharp line clean across. In retaliation, you involuntarily scratched at his arm in complaint, dragging his skin apart as your nails pulled against his flesh.

He gritted his teeth, taking it on. “Fair enough,” he allowed, before continuing forward, “next, you’re going to spend the next couple of days elsewhere.”

“Where?” you asked, reluctantly letting your hand drip blood over the floor.

“With the people you met before,” he explained as he took out his own phone, bringing it to his ear upon having dialled a number, “not for too long, I promise.”

You warily nodded along although you were also thoroughly confused. You had no idea why he was suddenly so willing to go through what seemed like insane lengths to keep the guy away from you. You had even partially accepted your death when he brought out the knife, thinking that you had become too much dead weight to carry around, but that wasn’t the case at all. For the sake of your own survival, you chose not to argue this turn of events, instead going along with what he thought was best for the time being, even if you didn’t understand his motivations.

“Your pick-up is in five, go down when I tell you to,” Kenjaku concluded after a while, “you’ll be fine if you stick close to Hanami, maybe Dagon. Try to stay away from Mahito, he’s a bit…” he trailed off, a momentary shudder passing through him, “Jogo is fifty-fifty, it depends on how much he can tolerate you.”

“Which ones are those again?” you asked, the instructions were a little overwhelming and you didn’t remember much about their names, let alone their appearances.

“I’ll send you a debriefing over text,” he decided, “familiarise yourself in the car, alright?”

“I’ll try,” you nodded, trying to hide your antsy, fidgeting state, disguising your pulling of the sleeves as a means of wanting to cover up the wound, rather than the fact that you were growing increasingly anxious at the idea of being separated, having grown partially dependent on him.

In the meantime, he orchestrated a struggle in the apartment, shards of broken glass flying over the floor as he selectively destroyed what he thought was right. You watched on as he wrapped his fists in cloth, dipping into the droplets of blood from the floor, punching into the walls to spread the evidence of a staged crime scene.

Your mind raced with all sorts of thoughts as the minutes ticked by, and just as soon as his phone rang again. you couldn’t help but jolt at both the call as well as his voice telling you it was time to go.

“You’ll be fine,” he reminded you, guiding you towards the front door, but just as you left, you didn’t miss the hint of something new colouring his voice.

What did it sound like again?

(Was it… uncertainty?)

[satrs]

𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; He just wants to show you that he's the right one. Is that too much to ask for?

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Geto Suguru x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.6k

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!. friends to lovers. fluff. nicknames. unprotected sex. just suguru being suguru. biting(like once).

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ I NEED HIM SO SOOO BAD MAN. Idk I just feel he is MADEE for the friends to lovers trope.

Suguru was so sick and tired of seeing you get hurt and used by those filthy men. Years and years, he had to witness his beloved best friend get hurt over and over again, crying your frustrations and your sadness out in his arms.

It was in one of those moments when he realized - he wouldn't ever treat his woman like that, you like that. He should be the one instead of those immature boys, you only needed someone like him- a man.

He would carry you like a princess and treat you like a queen, just how you deserve it. They couldn't care for you like he did, he knew you longer than them. What food you like and dislike, what your favourite color is. How you are when your sad, and happy. How gorgeous you look in dresses. And lingerie. He knew everything about you and was positive that he could treat you- please you, better than any man.

He would just have to let you understand that too.

"He's really not worth it Y/N. Your better than that." His words didn't help your weeping tears, hand tightly gripping onto his hoodie as you let everything out on his chest.

Suguru's hand took ahold of yours, causing you to look up at him with your eyes red from all the tears you shred. His mouth felt soft and warm on your hand, "please baby. You know I don't like to see you cry." That was only partially true. Of course he didn't like to see his best friend cry because of other men or out of sadness, but if he would be the one to make you cry while you were writhing in pleasure? That's a different story.

The sight of you crying made both his heart and dick ache at the same time, feeling the need to spoil you with pleasure till you wouldn't know the end of it anymore.

"Why is it always me Suguru? What am I even doing wrong?" Your tears were threatning to fload again, causing your best friend to act as quickly as he could. "It's not your fault Y/N. You just didn't find someone who knows your worth yet."

"And when will I find that someone?", you sniffled, causing the long haired male to look down at you. He's right here. Me. I'm the one for you. But he wouldn't dare to speak out those words, you had to be aware of it yourself.

His gaze flickered around your room. arm snaking aroung your shivering form to pull you closer into his chest, "Eventually."

His fingers catched the tear that was about to sneak it's way down your cheeks, wiping your eyes clear to see. His next words followed in a low tone, hoping you would catch his intentions. "You just don't know what's right infront of those pretty eyes of yours."

You catched onto his words through your sniffling, eyes lifting to meet his, retreating from his hold as you intensily looked at him, face mere inches away from his. "What do you mean?" Your question was stated carefully, to scared of what the answer might be.

Did he really?- no way. That would be to good to be true. You're just friends afterall, don't let it grow to your head.

Your thoughts were cut of by the sensation of soft lips pressing into yours, catching you off guard. Suguru's hand was quick to sneak around the back of your neck, holding you in place so you couldn't pull away.

He poured his all into the kiss, taking in a deep breath, the smell of you deeply imprinted into his brain, brows furrowning as he expressed his love through this sensual exchange.

You understood now, you finally realized what he meant earlier. He was right, you didn’t realize what was before your eyes- it was Suguru himself. How did you never read the room? Get the signs? Like the nicknames he gave you and made your heart flutter, or the touches that were a bit too intimate for just 'a friend'.

Soon you returned the kiss, deeply sinking into him, taking in all of his emotions, soaking in the feeling of his warm tongue exploring every part of your mouth. "You don't know how long I've waited for this.", he had said, mouth departing from yours to make quick work of your clothes.

You just wordlessly watched him, feeling like you're in a fever dream. The feeling of his lips against yours is so addicting and wonderful, not to mention the swift movement of his fingers, robbing sighs and moans out of your mouth. He was quick to strip out of his clothes himself, motioning you to straddle his lap. You complied, swiftly moving ontop of him, enveloping his lips into a kiss again as your hips subconciously grind onto his errected length. He growled into your mouth, hand squeezing the fat of your ass as he moved you steadily on himself. "Me too. Wanted this for so long Suguru." Your words shocked the man, his brows frowning in confusion. You did?

"Please Suguru. Need you." Your pleas snapped him out of his trance, lifting you up lightly to hover you over his red angry tip. You bit your lip in satifaction and threw your head back at the feeling of his tip bullying itself past your entrance. "shh, I'm here baby, You got me."

"Mhm." You nodded your head frantically in daze as he bottomed out, feeling completely full of his grith. "Feels so good." He couldn't get enough of the sound of your breathy voice, his hips moving backwards only to snap right back into yours, causing a yelp to errupt from your lungs. He let out a moan at the feeling of your velvet walls embracing his length and wrapping so tightly around his angry mushroom tip, head thrown back onto the couch. "fuck."

His hand traveled to the back of your neck, smashing his lips against yours and swallowing all the moans he tickled out of you. "Who is making you feel this good baby, hm?" He shortly broke away from the kiss, placing one quick messy and open mouthed peak at your lips, his hand now traveling down your spine, goosebumps appearing on your whole body.

The speed of his hips increased, his hand firmly holding the back of your thigh to rock you back onto his incoming thrusts, your clit nudging his pelvic bone with every movement.

Suddenly his movement stopped, hand traveling behind you to take ahold of your hair, tucking your head back lightly as his eyes starred daggers into your soul. "I said," he adjusted himself, harshly thrusting up into you after every word that came past his lips, "who. is. making. you feel this good?"

A loud cry of his name errupted from your lungs, face twisting at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix over and over again. Pleased with your answer he let his grip go and sneaked his arms around you instead, tightly embracing you and pulling you closer to himself, both of your bodies rubbing against each other with each hard movement of his hips, sweat glisterning and adoring the both of you.

Your hot breath tickled his neck, his breath equally occupying yours, peppering wet and messy kisses onto it, harshly sucking on your neck that pulled out a mewl out of you. "You're so fucking sexy", he muttered against your neck, one hand traveling back to your back, harshly smacking it. "All mine, right?"

Nodding your head rapidly, your head leaned forward to capture the man's lips in another kiss, your moans drowning in Suguru's mouth, only some of his groans managing to escape the intense kiss.

With each roll of his hips you grew closer to your limit, moans turning higher in volume. Suguru noticed your incoming orgasm right away, hand sneaking between your bodies to rub your bundle of nerves to draw out your high.

You came undone under his actions, teeth catching your bottom lip as your head threw back in euphoria, the knot in your stomach snapping in half.

Your walls clenched tightly around his, drawing low moans out of him as his thurst turned sloppier. "I'm gonna- shit Cum for you baby." You could only manage to moan in return, body falling ontop of his as his head hung low in your neck, teeth biting down into it to hide his sounds and also create a visible mark on you.

A pleased sigh escaped your lips as you felt his hot, white cum fill your hole, some leaking out and running down his length. Suguru was breathing heavily just like you, calming down from his high.

Your head rested against his chest as he slid out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh while your exhausted form drew forms on his chest with your fingers. This made the young man giggle, catching your attention as you looked up at him with such an adoring smile that made him fall in love with you a second time.

Your nose scrunched as Suguru drew circles on your hip while placing a soft kiss to your temple. "This is such a kitschy couple thingy." He only returned you a lovestruck smile, head leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss. "So then we're a kitschy couple then?", he questioned, still a bit cautious because he was scared you might change your mind.

Your lips felt hot against his as you chased his lips again, his demeanour relaxing at your action.

"Yes we are."

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[mitskiluvr]

that body never belonged to you in the first place

[canonsinthehead]

Yuji/Sukuna/Choso Familiy & Sibling Dynamics Headcanons.

(this is old but imma post it anyway)

BIRTH ORDER & AGE

First, let’s address their birth order. So Choso is born first (obviously) followed by Sukuna and then Yuji. Ironically, they do possess many of the stereotypical personality traits we associate with your birth order:

First Born Choso (Second Parent/Older Sibling Curse): a severe case of “neglected older sibling syndrome”, overachiever/perfectionist/hyper independent, parental figure, difficulty expressing emotions properly, responsible. 25-26 yo.

(Cursed) Black Sheep Middle Child Sukuna: “unloved” child, when I mean black sheep I mean in a VERY bad way, isolated by age since Yuji is too young and Choso too old, independent, Rebellious as fuck, lone wolf, overall red flag, 19-21 yo.

Favorite Maknae/Golden Child Yuji: Obvious favorite child (by parents and siblings), charming, outgoing, creative, social butterfly, often needs reassurance, 15-16yo.

They used to be 5 siblings but the other 2 passed away (Kechizu and Eso), leaving only these 3. Their parents' history is a bit unknown and complicated since they are a reunified family.

Yuji and Sukuna’s dad raised them during their diaper years but that’s all before he passed away. As for their mom, she vanished without a trace, so they don’t remember much of her. Since she was their father’s second wife it didn’t affect as much either. This other mother who birthed Chosos and their two other brothers is also mysterious since they as well don’t know a lot about her either.

They all most of their care under Yuji/Sukuna’s grandad care but the old man couldn’t wait for them to reach the age right age to get out of his house especially Sukuna with all the trouble he caused. Meanwhile Choso was abroad working as a model, but then grandad passed away, he came back to take full responsibility of his only brothers left meanwhile Sukuna who just got released from prison/juvi went his own way.

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First Born Second Parent Choso

As I mentioned before Choso has always been the most responsible type, but it is not completely true. When he left the household first, he went on a self-discovery quest. He tried different avenues for his life and made a decent of money as a legit model. Away from his family's eyes and under different stress, he got involved in various types of hard drugs that scarred his eyes permanently.

Grandad’s death motivated him to get clean and get his act together to take of Yuji. The passing of his brothers pained him the most and their grandfather’s death made him feel like he was abandoning Yuji by being away and leaving him alone for his selfish ambitions. He now works 2 jobs, one in data entry and another in graphic design.

He will not mention while being overseas, how he got mixed up with a weird crowd and witnessed darks things. Aside from a satanic cult and people with supernatural abilities, a man named Kenjaku seriously claimed to be Yuji’s mom. What?

Choso spoils Yuji to the fullest. He appreciates how Yuji genuinely looks up to him and respects his quirky/edgy personality and looks. Sukuna will never admit it, but he is envious of their close relationship/bond to the point of being a full-blown hater. Since their toddler days, he did all he could to destroy it while hating being associated with his two brothers.

Cursed Black Sheep Middle Child Sukuna

Well well… it seems like he always was like this vindictive evil ass kid. Since his younger years, he contrasted Yuji’s bubbly and sweet personality with his cruel and harsh tendencies.

Going from hurting kids in pre-school and middle school to beating up twice his height and weight in high school and beyond, he seemed like a typical hyperactive mean little kid, but it evolved into something sinister.

His room is a constant mess. Smells of weed, piles of clothes, and IS THAT A REAL SWORD AND A KNIFE COLLECTION ON THE WALL?!? He hides handguns and military grade snipers under his bed.

As I said, he got tattoos OVERNIGHT, many suspected he joined a gang around the age of 15 yo, the same period when he was hopping from one problematic situation to another. Getting kicked out of high school many times to end up in an alternative school (which he ran away from btw). In reality, he was a gang leader and already made a name for himself with few bodies under his belt.

At 17 yo, he was sent to juvie/prison, during that time nobody knew where he was and what he was doing. Cutting ties with him was not difficult, it almost felt like a relief since he has been exponentially wilding out since Choso left.

“I’m not gonna babysit you, bye.” He told Yuji, Before he vanished without a trace, leaving his younger brother alone behind. It's not like Yuji couldn’t survive without him (not going to happen with Choso constantly sending money from abroad). Their landlord exploited the teenager’s situation and kicked Yuji out of their apartment. Luckily Nanami was there to help….

Sukuna is the type to:

Blast his music with 1000% volume in his trap car windows wide open.

He tried to do a drive-by on Yuji and Megumi

Sneak out of his bedroom by the window

Matter of fact, many people will try to beat up Yuji thinking it’s him. Luckily Megumi is with him and the boy can defend himself

After moving into Nanami’s house, Yuji can live a normal life for a while. but 2-3 years later Sukuna shows up unannounced as if he hasn’t been missing for all this time saying “Yeah, I was in jail.”. nobody can verify this information.

He is by definition the male counterpart of baddies/city girls/bad girls of the world. And attracts them. He would sleep with them. According to rumors and a lot of “He Said, She said” saying he ate some of past his girlfriend’s kids. But always keep in mind he cares NOTHING about ANY women.

You can catch him at your local Travis Scott concert casually engaging in devil worship. Meanwhile Yuji in content forcing Nobara and Megumi to go see Megan Thee Stallion. Luckily Gojo and Todo are fans as well.

Sukuna is somewhere in the rough parts of town in a busted basement apartment with some white haired girl.

How is this man still breathing or standing when you can only see him eat Mcdonalds and Taco Bell.

Nanami raised his voice against him after he tried to sneak up on his wife during the night (You look delicious, come here!). This added to the months of Nanami being on high alert 24/7. He had to add locks to all bedrooms’ doors fearing he would attempt to kill everyone during the “ungodly hours of the night”

Sukuna listens to drill/Trap Rap. The hardcore type (anything adjacent to Baby Khia)

(NSFW) This guy has an unhealthy obsession with Megumi Fushiguro (it’s about to get devious…) he goes on and stalks the boy and pulls on him like;

 “Why don’t you join my gang my sweet little Fushiguro?” “We would make a perfect duo together, forget about my goofy ass brother” “I jerk off thinking about you” “Let me lick your feet”

Yuji got beat up bad the first and only time he asked why does Sukuna wears long pointy acrylic nails.

Sukuna is a proud cop hater; he’ll eat them for lunch.

He also commits armed robbery/home invasion without a mask and STILL not getting caught.

Favorite Maknae Golden Child Yuji

he is the type seriously ate glue as a kid

Was and still is a hardcore otaku especially when it comes to music and dances. His anime impressions are legendary.

Yuji has a weird habit of being extra touchy with the adults he is attached to, especially with hugs and burying his head in their chest. (mainly with Nanami & Choso). Nanami WARNED him not to do it with his wife or he will have to kill him. Himself.

His room is full of posters.

Will eat ANYTHING.

[lionsharkie]

not mine found on pinterest