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CHASING HUMANITY • kenjaku x fem!reader

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summary: as you slept, kenjaku has a series of flashbacks back to when it all started, leading to problems in the waking world.

trigger warnings: referenced violence/past abuse & mentioned dissociation.

Chapter 8. Origins

You slept oddly peacefully given your grave predicament and although Kenjaku had already made up his mind about not sending you into an early grave, he still enjoyed the reign of power that he held over your very existence.

He lay there in bed with you, with his fingertips dancing around your pulse point, finding the feeling to be nothing short of thrilling—if even exciting—however, now he had a slight predicament that robbed him of a good rest.

He couldn’t help but feel like this whole situation was doomed to be like all of those other times and that it would all end up in the same old rut. The bigger issue being if he did care or not. Surely, if his mind refused to give him a clear answer, then it did bother him more than he let on.

Although, eventually, he too slipped off into sleep, or something close to it. The environment around him felt so familiar, though, so perhaps it was a memory rather than a dream that he was experiencing.

Muted tones of cobalt blue and sterile white painted his surroundings in clinical hues. Cast just overhead, a blinding white fluorescent light basked him in an almost, blinding glow. This place wasn’t new. He knew where he was perfectly well. From the droning buzz of the machinery that whirred in the background to the monotonous blipping of the monitors. He was back at work—but something felt off about it—something wrong.

Kenjaku considered the possibility of this being a cruel joke of some kind. Maybe he had hallucinated quitting the mundane to begin with, and had never left this wretched building at all. Maybe he was coming down from finally diving off the deep end, the high at last grounding him back into reality from what was a very convincing fantasy?

His eyes wandered around the space again. It couldn’t have been real. He could just tell. He was lucid enough to be able to tell that he was experiencing a dream—be it actually a memory, a warped flashback—or whatever else, but that was as far as the control extended. Everything else was out of his steer and he couldn’t do much else other than to remain seated within his body in a dormant state, watching the dream pass by on autopilot as the passenger.

The world outside the windows to the building just barely existed either, somehow making the hospital feel all the more real. That’s how it felt back then too. How depressing. The windows even now, were still fogged up from the perpetually spitting rain just outside—the skies somehow always overcast. Fellow nurses barked out his name in clipped, impatient tones as patients clung to his hands like he was some sort of saviour. In this particular glimpse into his past, however, everyone was a shadow, with not a single face retained.

Kenjaku’s mind scrambled as fleeting fragments of his old life passed him by on a whim, unable to determine why he was revisiting this part of his life. The experience was tilting, making him feel nauseous at the thought. He was everywhere all at once while not actually present anywhere at all—both carrying the burden and yet being free of it all the same. Monotony was the gist of it; day in and day out for years—a meaningless blur.

At some point, however, the dream forced him to pause, the hallway he found himself walking down growing longer with each passing footstep. The walls and windows smudged into something unrecognisable. The smell of copper lingered in the air and his hands felt warm, sticky, and laden with something he couldn’t quite force his gaze to follow while having a good idea as the walls smeared red.

A voice called out his name not too long after, forcing him to go stop and backtrack a few steps, the room at the end of the hallway not seeming so important anymore. It was soft and hesitant and as he responded to it, he let slip of your name without even realising it.

As a result, he couldn’t help but follow the voice, finding himself be drawn back into the long winding corridors where he had once lost his mind and as he did so, the voice became clearer to the point where it was almost jarring—but also, not yours. No, he recognised it perfectly well in fact.

A ghost from his memory.

The person that this whole thing started with.

When he entered the ward, it was exactly as he remembered it. A small, cluttered room with barely any privacy, save some stained curtains. His role in the hospital was supportive mostly, usually in the confines of whatever doctor he found himself shadowing, but one case in particular unlocked an almost morbid curiosity for him. He remembered this person to be some sort of unusual anomaly that gnawed in the back of his mind.

She kept getting pregnant—trying for a child—but the kids always came out wrong, dead or with a serious issue, lost within days. It kept happening and she always waited out past the point of an abortion, creating a problem each time. This was her third try and at first he was almost sympathetic, wondering if this was some thinly veiled attempt as a cry for help, given that the self-inflicted sabotage was repeating, but then his empathy was quickly lost, giving way into an almost clinical fascination instead.

He ended up spending time with this woman when the hospitals were starkly quiet, rendering her a specimen of some kind to study rather than to fix—awakening something within him that had been dormant for far too long.

The world around him back then slowed in her presence, with everything else fading into the distance. She was for a while, the sharpest focus of his study, but it was always boring whenever she got better. So he started to tamper with her progress with that same detached reverence that one might have had for a studied specimen, marveling at the sight as her body continued to hold itself against the odds.

Soon enough, he began to wonder just how much a person could be pushed before they were to break? How much one’s body could endure before they revealed some sort of truth about themselves that not even they knew?

He found it within that patient, at least, right at the cusp of death. The baby lived by some miracle, although it carried on a rare blood disorder, adorned with an unforgiving birthmark right across its face. Just as her eyes locked on the newborn, an answer formed in her eyes, her life slipping away right before he could hear it.

Kenjaku remembered the feeling of disappointment back then but not out of sadness or grief, but because she had left him hanging. How selfish, he thought back to himself again, leaving him in the dark like that.

He then blinked, finding himself somewhere else. A cold air hit his body, plunging him somewhere outside instead, far away from the hospital. The sterile corridors and ambient drone were gone and his surroundings faded away into something else entirely. He paused, recognising this as reality—but he wasn’t in bed with you—instead stood outside in the pouring rain, with the downpour seeping through his robes.

Such a change of scenery made him pause and he stood still as he tried to recollect himself, his heart beating fast. The sky above was still dark, the moon was just barely lacing through the passing clouds and the asphalt where he stood flooded slightly, leaving him more drenched than he would have liked.

Somehow, he didn’t hear the rain though—everything was silent, everything was still—and then finally, it wasn’t.

Without warning, a flash of red burst into his line of sight, flaring across his vision in a vivid explosion. His heart stuttered, nearly stilling in his chest. His hands twitched at his sides as he tried to ground himself back into reality and just as it started to all fade—the redness bled through again, pulsing in and out of the darkness in tune with his racing pulse. Each flash was sharper than the last, cutting into his vision like honed steel. He closed his eyes to block it all out, only for the colour to be burnt into his mind like a stain, leaving behind scarring sanguine in the dark.

When his eyes fluttered open again, the circumstances had changed once more. Everything was clearer that time—everything was real. He was awake this time, he could feel it. His eyes drifted down at last, fixing on his hands. They were red, just barely washed off from what they were doused within. It was without question blood—thick and congealed—clinging to his skin like molten carmine, digging beneath his fingernails and settling between the creased lines of his palms.

It was then that he realised that he was holding onto something.

A piece of torn fabric, maybe belonging to ripped clothing. At first, all he did was swallow hard, trying to process what he was seeing, making out specks of red strands reflected in the warm glow of the streetlights above, his mind racing back to you as a result, wondering what must have happened. Such a slip of the grasp on his reality made him question if he did something potentially irreversible—leading him to wonder if letting you get so close to him was a mistake on his part—if it was never meant to be at all.

Kenjaku blinked, his mind repeating the same question.

Where were you, exactly?

He found himself calling out your name into the empty streets, his voice coming out dry and hoarse. The surroundings churned once more, the rain blurring into marred strobes as red clouded his vision again. The rain continued to fall sharp against his skin as the world grew muted against his will; fleeting glimpses of shadows drifting in and out of his line of sight. It was disorienting to the point where he couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t at that point.

Kenjaku, trying to ground himself, stumbled forward as he tried to walk, finding his hands palming against what felt like brick walls even if he did appear to be back in the hospital once again.

Think, think, think—he demanded of himself, with not a single answer coming to mind.

He tried to walk back—to push through this whole mess—the area at least now seeming faintly familiar even if he was still fairly out of it. He couldn’t have gone too far, surely, and yet as he continued forward, the flashbacks started to happen again, assaulting his mind with conflicting imagery.

In a hasty flurry, a rush of faces flickered in his mind like a flip book of everyone he once made suffer, their names either long forgotten or a mere faint recollection. He blinked rapidly, remembering everyone else that it all started with. The terminal cases that nobody expected to recover; abused until they were eternally silenced by his own hands. Kenjaku remembered the fading life in their eyes; always the same look of an answer trapped in their gaze and yet never a clear admission as to what. Such a look haunted him, making him grow crazed—into a man obsessed. He had to dig slower, to push beyond the moral boundaries of what was right and what could extract answers—not quite caring how far he had to go, as long as he found out what he wanted.

(Of what made people truly human.)

He remembered certain people in fragments. Such as the elderly man who was close to being a corpse already, his body locked in a vegetative state. Kenjaku would linger for hours in the ward, running secretive tests that served no purpose other than to satisfy his curiosity, pushing past the limits of what such a husk of a body could endure. He logged every little reaction and every subtle twitch as he searched for signs of an answer that he didn’t even understand.

Comatose patients were the easiest to get away with when practicing such depravity, at least back in the earlier days. The face of a woman crept into his confronted memory; an unfortunate case of a comatose state as the consequence of drunk driving. She was a quiet case, so for a hot moment, nobody noticed all of those injection sites nor the incisions made in her skin, and due to her subdued state—it wasn’t as though she could feel all of those things either. He experimented in all sorts of ways, but just like before, the silence quickly grew boring.

It was after that point that he understood that he had to go even deeper. The sick and the quiet victims with their inability to fight back nor intervene were easy targets, but they were limited by their frail states and already broken bodies. No, Kenjaku found himself growing greedy, wanting more—needing much more, even if it meant that he would lose himself in order to get the results he wanted.

The memory then shifted, leading him somewhere stable again, but he was still dreaming—he could tell that much. The side rooms to the hospital corridor he was in before were all gone, forcing him to walk towards the end of the hallway. Albeit tentatively, he pushed inside, recognising the room as the office that belonged to his old boss. A small dim light just barely illuminated the space and a warm liquid gushed to trickle past his feet, hitting his senses with something metallic and suffocating. The smell was different from his memory, however—attacking his nostrils with the smell of phantom rot.

He blinked towards the sight of his former boss slumped in his desk chair, the body barely held together, the flesh parting from the bone. Kenjaku remembered it all faintly at this point, but there was one memory that stuck with him the most. The sickening crack of the man’s skull when he had finally succeeded in cracking it open—remembering just how calm he was when he gave into violence—how it all felt so right.

The memory, like with the strange rift between his dreams and reality, however, went blank when remembering a certain point. There was a witness to all of this. A janitor. Perhaps that was his first encounter when it came to losing himself. He still hadn’t the faintest clue what happened after, the details lost to his mind. All that he remembered was that one minute he was cleaning away blood-soaked splintered fragments of wood and the next, he was in the maintenance uniform, staring at himself in the mirror like he was somebody he didn’t quite recognise, yet accepting the stolen name as if it was his own.

Then, at last, he returned to the living, present world once more. Kenjaku still felt a touch out of place from the experience that was just inflicted upon him, but this time he was sure that he could handle his reality once more. He walked back in his suddenly acquired clarity, finding the studio apartment again without an issue, albeit feeling a lot worse than before. Now that he was out of such a strange state, he felt cold, the night chilling him from the bone. His clothing was now soaked and heavy, leaving him longing for a shower to wash the sensation away.

His hands still held onto the fabric tightly woven between his fingers. For a second, he was reminded of you again, causing him to tighten his grip around it as he fought back a feeling he still didn’t understand at all.

As he entered back inside, he paused in his footsteps, seeing you fast asleep in bed as the light from the building’s stairwell spilled partially inside. Your chest rose with each passing breath and your face looked at peace, with not a single part of you harmed at all.

Kenjaku stepped closer, his eyes fixing on your sleeping form.

The sight of you in bed, tangled between the bedsheets filled him with more tension than ever before. It wasn’t that he was disappointed in seeing you seeming, very much relieved that you were alive, but something in him churned—contorting into something else entirely. He stood, locked in place in the doorway, the rain dripping from his clothes and settling onto the floor, simply just staring at you.

Whose blood was that then?

He had no idea. The fact that there were gaps in his memory that couldn’t be recalled at all made all the matters worse. He tried for now to shake it off, hopping straight into the shower instead. Questions kept popping up, like who was—where was the original person and better yet, where did he leave them?

Kenjaku clenched his jaw as the hot water washed over him, the rising steam only barely calming his nerves. If this had happened while he wasn’t in control—if he did this without his own retained knowledge, then there was a chance that he executed the scene sloppily, potentially leaving behind something that he shouldn’t have.

He let out a cool breath as he left the shower, drying himself completely before getting back into bed with you—pulling you tight up against his chest as if to convince himself that you were in fact real, that he didn’t do something that he, for once, didn’t want to do.

The very thought made him react in an almost nauseous state and he almost didn’t want to go to sleep again just in case he would do something that he missed out on again. This—you were his biggest curiosity yet, so he wouldn’t take such an opportunity to learn away so soon.

(…Would he?)

~~~

The apartment was quiet when you next stirred, with the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains. You shifted restlessly through the blanket, tearing awake as if from a nightmare—although you couldn’t recall it upon waking up. Your fingertips brushed across his body as you stretched and yawned, trying to shake off the exhaustion from your body entirely.

Kenjaku was already awake, his face adorned with deep-set eye bags that bruised over his complexion. You didn’t question it though. He remained perched on the edge of the small bed, watching you with such an unwavering intensity that made your heart flutter, but not in a warm way. If you were being honest, he still unsettled you, but now you had the knowledge that you did the same thing to him.

So perhaps that’s all it was. You let out a sharp breath of air at the thought, laughing to yourself.

“You’re in a better mood,” he observed, his tone softer but his gaze still tightly fixed.

You sat up slowly, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. Overall, there was something different about you that you couldn’t quite place. A quiet confidence swept through your body that hadn’t been otherwise present before, stripping away the cautious demeanour that you had let on prior. It was as if whatever invisible wall you had encased yourself within was finally beginning to crumble, your guard, despite last night’s events and its follow up, letting itself down at long, long last.

“Yeah,” you yawned out, slipping on your clothes that you had otherwise discarded on the floor. “I guess… I guess I am.”

Kenjaku took note of this shift, deciding to accept it as it was. He was in favour of you adopting a more consistent, maybe stable personality. Perhaps last night, whether it was too early or if it was wrong to happen, dissolved away some sort of barrier between the two of you, leaving nothing hidden.

“I’ll be taking you with me today, like we discussed,” he disclosed a moment later, moving to get dressed himself.

You watched as he fussed with the robes, wondering if the entire get-up was as worth it as he let on. “Oh yeah, I remember. Something about meeting with the acquaintances in the city.”

“That’s right,” he replied, “just one thing though—remember to call me Geto. Don’t slip up and use the name I gave you.”

Without meaning to, you snorted at the thought. “These guys take orders from a monk?” you asked, wondering just what sort of strange identity he kept up with these people. You knew that he was moonlighting a certain identity under wraps, but you thought that he would have been transparent with the people he potentially worked with.

Kenjaku scoffed, although his expression turned amused. “It is what it is. I found them after. They know what I do to an extent, but they don’t need to know the full story. Especially since I’m going to fuck them over in the long run.”

“Aww, and you’re telling me that?” you asked, tilting your head curiously to the side as he told you.

“I’m telling you so that you won’t get too chummy with them,” he corrected you.

“I won’t,” you replied, adopting a teasing tone a moment after, “but alright murder monk, I’ll call you Geto for today.”

Kenjaku blinked. “Murder monk? Really? Out of all the things you could call me—that’s what you choose to go with?”

“It’s fitting, so suck it up,” you shrugged, your lips curling a little bit, “you’ll take whatever I give you, right?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t fight you on the matter, still feeling curious more so than resigned with wherever this whole thing went. Although, despite his displayed composure leaving nothing to doubt beneath the surface—he was still reeling from the night before. Whatever this was, was nice and for that reason, he couldn’t let something similar happen again, because what if he—nevermind.

He’ll fix it, one way or another. Or at least figure out what triggered it and then figure out where to go from that point on.

~~~

The meet-up happened at a quaint little cafe tucked away into some sleepy neighbourhood in the quieter end of Tokyo, somewhere within a residential district. It wasn’t that you minded such a place at all, but you where wondering what on earth this innocent cafe had done to become the host of something potentially awful.

You warily sat down next to him, seating yourself on the cushioned pastel-green chairs, your eyes drifting down to the whimsical checkered yellow tablecloth. Kenjaku nursed a plate of some sort of sponge cake and a hot milky latte, while the rest of the table too, watched on with slight annoyance—save for a man with steel-blue long hair who had ordered something similar.

As they ate in tense silence, you took your time to familiarise yourself with the three new people. The one who too, had ordered such an unsuspecting dessert in addition to Kenjaku was referred to as Mahito. Somehow, despite how attuned he seemed to be in comparison to Kenjaku, he bore a more chaotic undertone. Unsettling was definitely it, but just his overall appearance with messy scars decorating his body, with his messy hair—the overall vibe… was just different, that was all.

Next to him, sat a broad-shouldered figure who referred to himself as Jogo. He sat there with a grumpy expression, cradling a floral mug of plain black coffee. Just beneath the table, a crackling sound played just out of view—his other hand holding onto a small disposable lighter—his thumb fidgeting with the spark wheel, as if to soothe himself.

Finally, there was a woman. A quiet and composed figure who sat with long, dark brown hair packed into a tousled bun. Her form was broad and muscular just like her companions with her overall presence radiating an almost intimidating energy. Despite this, there was a certain calmness about her that made you drift towards her more than the others. This person was known as Hanami—and she sat herself in the middle, quietly waiting for the meeting to start.

“So, Geto…” Mahito began, finally finishing up his treat, playfully flicking over some residue icing towards Kenjaku. “You’re a bit later than usual, keeping us all waiting like that. Didn’t you say that punctuality was important?”

Kenjaku remained calm, adopting a light-hearted demeanour. The facade he let on was a carefully crafted one and there was not a single hint of hostility in the air, but something about the cold dead look that didn’t match the warmth in his expression, was a sure giveaway.

“Apologies,” he gently spoke, his voice soft, “I overslept. I wouldn’t miss this meeting for a second—it’s been a while, after all.”

“Yeah?” Jogo snorted, choosing not to address your presence. None of them did beyond the simple pleasantries, which comforted you a great deal. “This better be important,” he added.

“Patience Jogo,” Kenjaku smiled, maintaining his performance as someone calm and collected. “I have an important job for you all, actually.”

“Something fun?” Mahito piped up, his eyes beaming with glittering wonder.

“Not exactly,” he replied in a fixed tone as if to let the guy down gently. It was bizarre with how he spoke, seeming almost carefree. It was as if he was a guardian or a mentor of some kind, counselling some sort of troubled band of outcasts, rather than overseeing a couple of thugs. “I have something that needs monitoring before we can move forward with our main plans, but I can assure you all that it will be beneficial in accomplishing the goals that we all agreed upon,” he added, leaning forward, “although,” he let slip a scoff, “it’s a bit selfish, I’ll admit. I’m going to need you all to be my eyes and ears, and if you notice anything unusual, such as… police poking their noses where they usually wouldn’t, then I’ll trust you to report to me.”

“So, are we just sweeping up the potential crumbs you’re leaving behind, or what?” Jogo huffed.

Kenjaku smiled. “Something like that, but I do promise that it’s so that I can move forward with the plans we had all once discussed. After all, we wouldn’t want the police to be snooping around where we’re set to carry out our operations, now would we?”

The group collectively nodded, begrudgingly accepting their position. Hanami didn’t say a word and Jogo only grunted, but Mahito seemed restless even after accepting the role. He seemed to stir at the idea, not quite accepting something so plain. “Aww, come on. You called us out here to get us to be your watchdogs?”

“Actually Mahito,” Kenjaku considered, “there is something that I’d like for you to do,” he revealed, standing up and gesturing for the man to follow, “a word outside, if you please,” his request sounding velvet smooth.

You were left behind for the time being, focusing all that you could on the comforting figure who continued to regard you with a calm, albeit almost eerie smile. Unlike Kenjaku however, there seemed to be something genuinely warm about her that didn’t leave you unsettled in her company. Kenjaku on occasion flicked his sights back, taking note how you were talking to Hanami, not quite liking the view. He warned you to not be chummy with the group and yet there you were.

Focusing on the matters at hand however, Kenjaku schooled his voice into something a touch more serious and authoritative—although, to keep up Mahito’s compliance—he used both such a tone and words alike that made the mission seem like more than it was. How easily manipulated were those around him given a nudge in the right direction.

“I’m going to need your help with a delicate matter,” he revealed, catching Mahito’s attention right away, “something… risky, but only if you think you can handle it.”

Mahito’s eyes lit up, his lips melting into a lazy, almost arrogant grin. “I can do anything you can do.”

Bait and hook. Kenjaku broke his lips into a measured smile in return. “I thought about all of those ideas that we discussed,” he began, referring to a point in time where Mahito had many ideas for how people could be ‘studied’, “and I’ve been thinking, you know, that it’s your time to shine while I keep a low cover,” fully intending for him to get caught, buying some time if possible should such an outcome occur.

“Like…” Mahito trailed off, propping a finger to his lips in thought before tilting his head off to the side. “Like… a copycat, right?”

“Something like that,” Kenjaku nodded. “Think you can outshine me?”

“I can try!” Mahito practically bounced, already anticipating the idea.

“Good,” Kenjaku nodded, but then suddenly seemed serious as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a now coarsely dried piece of fabric from the night before, the old blood settled between the threads, “and also,” he brought his voice down to a low murmur, “see if you can find a match for this. I’d like to know who it belongs to, or if there’s a scene out there that matches a struggle that hasn’t been contained yet. Run some matches—do whatever—check the morgues, the dumpsters if need be. Do whatever and if you can’t find anything at all, then…” he trailed off, his eyes darkening slightly, “then… report back anyway.”

“Oh, what have you done then?” Mahito asked, failing to pick up on the suddenly hostile atmosphere, blissfully unaware and purely curious. It wasn’t his fault for being so inquisitive, so ever questioning the world around him. That’s why Mahito was technically the perfect person for this whole job in a sense, his unrelenting nature to figure out what made everything tick was a valuable trait above everything else.

Regrettably, Kenjaku stiffened, letting slip his composure for a fleeting second. “Let’s not ask too many questions,” he warned before smoothing out the jagged edges of his spiking temper, taking on a once again assured tone, “we don’t want to ruin the surprise, now do we?”

Mahito paused for a moment but kept quiet at the prospect of mystery. Despite this, he pouted slightly at the idea of being left in the dark, even if he didn’t let it before him outwardly. “Fine Geto, you’re sometimes just so cryptic, you know—it’s just no fun,” he playfully sulked, continuing to however accept his assigned task, “but alright, I’ll look into it. Can I…?”

He tilted his head slightly, wondering if Mahito was setting up his question to be what he thought it was going to be. “The person doesn’t have to be left alive if you find them,” he correctly guessed, “just as long as they’re found and disposed of correctly.”

“Gotcha!” Mahito accepted.

Kenjaku nodded to himself, turning his gaze back towards you once more, watching how you carried yourself in a quiet conversation with Hanami just opposite the table. Jogo remained indifferent to you, which he supposed was a good thing—that was as neutral as the arsonist could ever get. Knowing that he had to screw these people over at some point though, his mind flickered with the notion of something different from seeing you act on good terms with them both—it wasn’t quite jealousy, but it was enough to make him feel uneasy the longer he left you alone.

Pulling you away once the meeting concluded, he muttered out a terse warning, “I told you, don’t get too close—also, it’s time to go, so come.”

You shrugged it off, following him out of the cafe, parting your way with the three in a flash. Kenjaku walked at a brisk pace back toward the busier confines of the city. You kept up with him just fine as the time went on, although you were confused as to why he seemed so agitated, and, every so often, he’d set his eyes on you, making sure that you were keeping up with him before he eventually, at last, slowed down.

The vibrant hum of the returning city eventually enveloped him, his shoulders sagging slightly at the sight. Something internally was exhausting him—even if he did feel at ease with you, already understanding that much about the dynamic you both shared. He let out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes for just a short moment, but within just a beat, he was back in the hospital again. The stark image of the crimson-soaked office filled out his line of sight again, pushing him into the long and winding hallway that stretched impossibly narrow with him in it.

He froze, trying to will himself out of it. Not right now, not right now. Kenjaku tried to ground himself as the episode looped—his nails biting half-moon crescents that bled right into his palms. Soon enough with enough applied force, he was able to push the invasive images aside for now, driving himself into the present moment once more—but there was one little problem.

You weren’t there with him anymore.

He froze at the realisation, his eyes darting around almost manically as he scanned the streets around him. The crowd was endless, but he still couldn’t see you anywhere. Not even as much as a glimpse of you passed into his vision, causing his chest to tighten—a foreign sensation overwhelming his being and he hated every second of it.

“Where did you go?” he murmured to himself, his mind racing all over the place.

For the first time, in what felt like his entire existence, Kenjaku felt a hint of panic begin to form in his core. His pulse quickened as his eyes zigzagged restlessly, yet not once locking onto something that had even resembled you. His heartbeat felt heavy, despite how rapidly it was pounding and in the blurring haze of his lapsing clarity—the world around him felt as if it was slowing down.

At first, he tried to think rationally. Thinking maybe that you slipped off somewhere into a store nearby or that you went back to the studio, or even to the bathroom, but the longer he waited around, the emptier the world became. The images from the night before crept back into his mind—the undeniable sight of blood dripping from his hands. He never cared about those he killed, but something about yesterday left him feeling hesitant—perhaps even uneasy.

The gaps in his memory were starting to feel less like cracks and more like a fully split void that he couldn’t stop himself from falling into again and again—stuck in a brutal loop of his past meddling with the present.

What if… you had slipped away from him and escaped?

You wouldn’t do that to him—to yourself—you wanted this, right?

So, what if he then… what if he—no.

Unless he slipped up this time around—unless he had done something while he wasn’t aware of it, then maybe it was really fine. There was no blood on his hands this time around, but that much wasn’t comforting enough. There were many ways one could take a life that didn’t require a single drop to be spilled—he knew that much perfectly well.

Kenjaku stopped, forcing a calm breath to trickle out of his lungs. The world around him began to blur with nothing left clear, but then he heard something. He heard you. Suddenly, his hands were full of some sort of pink-colored drink in a tall plastic cup while you held onto something similar, immediately going for a sip.

Without even thinking about it, he pressed his lips against the straw in a daze, letting the strawberry taste hit his senses.

“So, do you like it?” you asked him, watching for his reaction.

He blinked, masking his response. “Oh yeah, this is good—how’d you know I’d like this?”

“You’re so funny,” you replied, nudging at him with more comfort than you had ever displayed before, “you asked me to get you one of these. Unless… I got the wrong one, somehow?”

Kenjaku joked his way out of it, letting the familiarity of the stable situation ease him back into being around you. Something about you was bringing out a side of him that he couldn’t l control and much to his concern, if it carried on down this road, then it was potentially going to be a problem for him.

Especially with everything else he had going on.

For his sake—and potentially yours—he needed to figure out why this was even happening at all.

And why it seemed to be caused specifically by you.

[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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[aphel1on]

suguru text post meme pt4, cult leader era edition

[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!!

[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😭😭

[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

[lilacxquartz]

under his authority;

officer kenjaku x f!reader

plot: finally ridding yourself of your problematic ex, he comes back in the worst possible form — themes: yandere kenjaku, (eventually) willing reader, stalking, dubcon, manipulation, he/him pronouns for kenjaku, mundane au — w.c: 3.5k — a/n: considered making this a shorter one shot, but an idea wouldn’t leave my head — warnings: extremely dubious consent, but reader is willing by the end — masterlist • ao3

Every night before you headed off to sleep, you would take the extra effort to barricade yourself in your apartment, with all sorts of intricate preparations in place… just to keep him away. You’d lock the windows, put up a bar against the front door, tuck a chair underneath the door handle of your bedroom, and sleep with a knife within reach—just in case.

Deep down, however, you knew that it was all pointless in the long run. You could never truly get rid of him, not even if you traveled to the very ends of the earth (or left it entirely). Your ex was simply not the type to let go and even though nothing had yet happened in your year alone without him, you knew that from the moment that you’d let your guard down, that he’d strike.

See, you knew him perfectly well and the sly way that he approached every little intricacy in life. He dated you for a couple of years, bending and twisting your life into all sorts of directions like a puppet on a string, swaying and meddling with the cross, having you thinking that you were the one in the wrong the entire time when it was his manipulation having you feel that way all along.

At some point, you woke up to it all however, and simply just left—choosing to start somewhere else entirely, ready to put up a fight if need be—but to your surprise, he never followed you. This is why perhaps you knew that you were in more danger than you could comprehend because if you knew one thing about him, it was that he had a penchant for holding onto grudges (and never letting anything, or anyone, go).

Such a suspicion was sorely implied however, when out from the corner of your eye on every other occasion, you would spot a glimpse of him. For a while, you thought that they had finally gotten to you; that they had driven you to complete and utter insanity, if you must have been seeing them in places that didn’t make sense. You sought help for that one however you could; through countless reports made through a system that didn’t take you seriously for whatever reason and then, later, through the means of therapy, which did help for a while. Just as you thought that he was out of your life, however, he started showing up again and in full force, too.

Your reports, just like before, meant nothing at all. All of those reports of stalking and someone lingering around your home, of your windows being scratched on and at your doors rattling during the odd hours of the night, only to be dismissed with the ask of ‘have they hurt you yet?’ or the claim that the evidence was still inefficient, so please only make such a report again if you have something to prove.

Such a ridiculous system, but that’s why you went to such great lengths to take things into your own hands. You had no choice, so what else were you otherwise supposed to do?

You were certain that all of those strange happenings were him, after all.

You weren’t going crazy.

It wasn’t like moving on was helping, anyway. His presence was constant and overwhelming, following you around like your own shadow. You were perhaps being driven crazy indeed, but it wasn’t your own doing as everyone else had otherwise claimed. You knew that deep down, these weren’t desperate illusions cast from a worn-down mind, but rather that they were strikingly real and he was surely toying with you, unable to let you go after a hasty, unspoken breakup, hell-bent on punishing you for daring to have a spine.

And just like every other time, everything was all locked up and ready to go; you were as safe as you could get. You did your usual clean sweep of everything and found nothing that could hint at danger, and yet, just as you had settled into bed… you heard something from the inside.

Tearing upright from your bed, you grabbed your phone in a hurry, dialing the police and urging that this time, this wasn’t a drill, that there was someone actively in your home so to please, please, send someone over and just because the claim was so desperate and dire, they did indeed send someone, reassuring you that it would be soon and to please, stop fretting so much. Such a soothing gesture threw you off guard a little, the pattern of the sentence piquing your interest as something once familiar, but your sleepy mind didn’t make the full connection just yet.

You opened up the door as soon as they knocked too, not thinking all that hard about just how on earth they knew which door in the block called for such a thing to begin with. You were exhausted, after all, worn down from a full year of constantly doubting your own mind, of course, your judgment was hazy. All it took was a bit of correctly applied confidence and a smooth, reassuring voice to render you compliant, to slip downstairs along with them under the claim that you would be going to the station to take a statement before you realised the chilling truth that slipped right past your nose.

That voice.

Those mannerisms.

It was him—you were with him.

You tugged at the car door, desperate to suddenly break free and yet he had you securely confined right in the back of his vehicle, driving you off into some unknown location without a single second to spare.

“You… how did you—” you spat out, your voice faltering in disbelief.

“You know, you should really practice better judgment when you’re tired, hm?” He spoke, his voice sickeningly condescending yet calm and sweet. “And now you’re in trouble. Oh dear.”

In protesting refusal, you kicked at the seat with your heel in an attempt to get them to slow the vehicle at least and plot your escape and yet, he seemed to handle such violent complaint with calculated ease, as if knowing your attempts were futile, as if knowing that he had already won.

“Let me go, you asshole,” you spat, continuing to knock on the seat.

Yet, they continued to remain infuriatingly composed, adjusting the mirror in the dark, allowing you to catch a glimpse of their coal-black eyes in the passing streetlights that phased through the road. He clicked his tongue in amusement before swerving the car off to an emptier road, forcing your body to hurl to the side in a grounding warning. “Careful,” he said, his voice laced with a cold threat, “you’re in no position to make such demands, now are you?” he asked, the reminder of your compromised circumstances hanging in the air. “Believe it or not, my role is genuine in this exchange and I could approve a warrant for your arrest if you’re not careful, so you would be wise to calm down and listen to me. How does that sound?”

“Arrest?” you scoffed. “For what?”

“Well, it could be anything, really,” he mused, calmly driving once more, “but let’s try those narcotics that I planted in your home—quite bad ones too, they would get you into a whole wealth of trouble—especially given those paranoid reports you’ve been making. Am I really that bad that you consider me a daily nuisance? I haven’t done anything that wrong, surely.”

You blinked. “You have been stalking me.”

However, all that he could do was huff out a humourless laugh as he composed a response, “Interesting claims, but I think you’ll find that I have evidence of me being busy at work for the good remainder of the year, but…” he paused, considering a pint, “how sweet of you to think of me so often. Have I been on your mind that often? Maybe you’re seeing things you want to see.”

“I wouldn’t want to see you at any time at all, you damned stalker—” you repeated, only for him to interrupt you.

“—stalker?” he asked in a completely deadpan tone, though there was a thin jab of mockery laced within it. He parked the vehicle off to the side of a lesser traveled road where the lights couldn’t quite reach before sitting with you in a stagnant silence for a while. When he finally broke the quiet, he spoke up again in a hushed tone, as if careful to not be heard (even though it was just the two of you in the car), “your claims aren’t entirely baseless, I have been… keeping tabs, but I have been careful,” he admitted, “I have been eliminating all traces of evidence from the moment that anything surfaced, ridding myself of anything compromising. You can try and rattle me out to the authorities if you wish, I won’t stop you, but you won’t get very far.”

“Was the break-up that significant that you can’t leave me alone?” you redirected.

Another silence brewed between the two of you, but then he quickly composed himself. “How silly of you to make such outrageous claims as if we were an item to begin with, but, I suppose that you could say that our time together was significant enough for me to be… conflicted about our parting, for a lack of better words.”

“That’s a long and pointless answer to mean ‘yes’, but alright, you do you, Kenjaku,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you sank back into the seat.

“And what would admitting such a thing do?” he asked, drumming his fingers along the hard leather of the wheel. “We were together for a moment and just as things were getting interesting, you walked out on me,” he added, not quite losing his track of words but still pausing for a moment to school their demeanour back into something better controlled. “...Let’s say that we did leave on a bad note, surely you can understand my confusion and… interest in picking up where things had left off?”

“I understand the need for wanting answers,” you admitted, “but it doesn’t justify stalking, surely.”

“It justifies my need for closure,” Kenjaku corrected, “and now that I have you back in my hands, I think you’re overdue for some long-awaited discipline, don’t you think? Luckily for you, I’m surprisingly fair with how I deliver it, so I won’t hurt you, but I do have something in mind for the way you humiliated me.”

“Humiliated?” you scoffed yet again, although given his lack of immediate reply, you had an uneasy wave of dread pass you by with the hanging implication of what was yet to come. Something felt off, but they weren’t being clear with their delivery.

Before you knew it, he suddenly got out of the car and slammed the door shut, leaving you alone in the back of the police car for a beat, and then, without warning, tore open the back door, yanking you right outside. You landed on your bottom initially, but then he leaned you forward, pressing your chest against the dirt and cuffing your wrists right behind your back.

Pulling you up after, he slammed you into his car, caging you in with his looming overhead frame, making you feel suddenly quite small and trapped. He leaned in with his breath hot against your neck, allowing his pressing arousal to push into the small of your back while holding you in place.

“Humiliation is a two-way street, you know,” he whispered as he pulled down your jeans to your knees with your underwear following suit, “and I don’t think I can forgive such abandonment, at least not so soon.”

You remained frozen in place, realising exactly what he was planning to do, letting him talk as words refused to leave your own lips, “I always did like the lack of fight you put up during our time together,” he purred, “I bet it’s because you secretly like submitting to me like this, huh?”

His words were intentionally full of spite and mockery, but you were still confused and barely recovered from the extreme relationship they had you trapped in prior; it was an overwhelming time that left you with a piled-up emotional burden and nothing else beyond that point… but their touch admittedly, always succeeded in making you feel good in a way that nothing else or nobody else could compare. So skilled was the feel of his fingers over your skin—the only time he would ever listen to you.

“And what happened to your snark?” Kenjaku hummed, unzipping his slacks, dropping the pair to gather at his thighs, “I thought you had a lot to say just now? Did that all disappear too? Do you want me to make you feel good again? I bet none of those late-night hookups you’ve been having have been satisfying you the same way I ever could.”

It was humiliating alright, he knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted. You loved it when he bit at your neck and when he pulled your hair just enough to make you feel good, but without long-lasting pain. You loved the way his hands would smack and smooth over your tender skin, bruising galaxies from his feverish touch. How his teeth would graze along the sensitive spots, making your life feel like putty in his hands; so malleable and yet so rigid, and yet, you knew fully well that he was bad for you.

He didn’t give you much time beyond that point to seek out confirmation, readily lining up the tip of their hardened cock to press into your soaked entrance, finding it almost peculiar at just how desperately soaked you already seemed to be. With a gentle push inside, he buried his shaft within your slick walls, easing into you slowly, taking his good, sweet time to get used to the feel of you again. Almost achingly slow, he pushed himself into your hilt and then back out, feeling almost insultingly delicate.

Kenjaku’s lips then lined up with your neck, peppering lazy kisses against your throat, but not surrendering to the heat of the moment like you almost desperately, guiltily craved. Such burning need that was evidenced by the full year of not being able to let you go and yet, now that he had you—he held himself off.

Albeit involuntarily, you drawled off a low whirring whine, arching your back into his form, letting him deepen his shaft into your core, yet never once accelerating as you hoped. Kenjaku remained infuriatingly composed and controlled, never once losing his cool, gently rolling his hips out and then back in, letting the need build up in you, yet never satisfying it.

“Such a needy thing,” he murmured, “what’s the magic word?”

“P-pl—” you were about to say, stopping yourself right as you were about to give in.

Kenjaku sucked at his teeth. “We’ll get there. You could never make me soft.”

He continued to roll his hips back and forth against you, nice and slow, pressing your body straight up against the cold, uncomfortably hard surface of the car with his uniform uncomfortably digging into your back. The coarse material roughly chafed through the thin fabric of the top you wore, rubbing painfully against you as all the wrong sensations were tackled instead.

It was painful, almost, and yet you felt your composure letting slip earlier than you would have liked, wanting nothing more than to give into the moment and for once, forget about him and what he put you through prior and just… feel good.

“P-please,” you gasped and then bit your lips, curling them into your mouth to stifle the remainder of the confession—humiliating, indeed.

He stilled for a second and you swore that you could feel his eyes bore into you with an almost feral resolve. For a while, he didn’t say a single thing and then, without warning, you cried out a choked-out whimper without registering exactly what had happened.

Suddenly, a deep, searing pain flooded your senses, making your eyes well with tears and spill in a matter of seconds. The realisation hit just a moment later, recognising the sensation as pain as he thrust repeatedly into your teased cunt at full force; his cock hitting right where it hurt and then without stopping, doing it again and again. Your reactions were poorly timed as you moaned out of sync with his feverish movements, pistoning himself into you with the driving force of someone crazed with reckless abandon. With such sawing aggression that emphasised just how needy he truly was, no matter the claims that otherwise left his lips, pinning the blame on you.

His hands then snaked around your chest but didn’t settle, reaching to wrap around your neck instead. His palms squeezed against your sensitive skin, choking out whatever pretty little noises you had left behind.

Your body recoiled slightly in pained protest as he continued to impale you; his hot breath rolling steamy pants of air that prickled against your clammy skin, pushing you closer towards the edge. His breathing became sloppier too, as he fucked himself as rough as he could into your sopping heat, quite literally spearing his length into you, until he couldn’t anymore. With one stuttering, rough, and final thrust, he melted into you entirely, crashing his body against yours as he filled you up with his own pent-up need. For a moment after, his hips gently bucked, albeit seemingly involuntarily as he sought to ride out the aftermath of his near-violent orgasm, only parting when he could quickly recompose himself and regain control over both of the situation—as well as you.

And after a while of such recovery—after helping you find your balance and dress you back up with almost attentive care—a darker thought slipped into his mind. Helping you sit back inside of the car, into the front this time, he let you quietly recover as he drove off somewhere else this time. Not to your home, nor to his, but… somewhere else entirely, because, if he was being real about you, he already knew that you wouldn’t give up on trying to get him into trouble—wouldn’t you? You silly thing. Oh no, he had to do something about that, and luckily for you, he had no such intention to kill you off, because you were the only thing in his life that he wanted to keep around for good and he had a good idea that you wanted this too, even if you were being so stubborn lately.

“Wait,” you piped up at long last, “where are we going?”

Kenjaku snorted out a half-laugh, finding your late realisation to be amusing before clearing his throat and answering you, “I’m not letting you go this time, so we’re taking a little detour—I’m going to keep you holed up with me forever,” he revealed, “maybe in chains at first as I figure out something more… permanent, but it’s all for a good cause, you know?”

You huffed, only to be interrupted, “A good cau—”

“—yes,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, “a good cause. I want to keep you forever, but I can’t have you running off on me. At least not again.”

You found yourself reacting in a way that surprised you, trying to sink into the seat again and kicking at whatever you could, but not as a means of escape, but rather out of frustration at your own mind. You could only respond in an uncertain murmur, still exhausted from the rough encounter, “You’re impossible, just… let me go,” you requested instead, although not sounding convincing to either him or yourself, knowing that it would probably be easier to just surrender instead.

“Oh you”, he endearingly cooed, smoothing his hand over your thigh, “I can’t do that. Not to you. But just know this, if you try to run away from me again, I’ll figure something out, maybe plant something compromising on you,” he replied, pausing for a moment to plot something out on the spot, “maybe have you arrested and locked up, because that way I can be sure to keep you in one place forever.”

You tilted your head off to the side, catching a glimpse of his thinly concealed mania burning in the depths of his eyes. “You wouldn’t go through that much, would you? You’re not that insane…”

Kenjaku however just shrugged, finding the calm conversation to be amusing, knowing that by even humouring him to this extent, you had already given up. “Just keep it in mind, will you? If it ever did come down to that, then guess who’s going to be the one to get you out to begin with?”

He let the implication hang in the air for a moment longer, before pushing you back further into the seat and finally letting go. “Anyway, rest up, will you? You have a lot of apologising left to do when we’re there and I fully accept you to be awake and alert for everything I have in store for you.”

You gulped, but you did as you were told, finally broken down enough to listen to him at long, long last.

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Can I do a double for both Mahito and Kenjaku and if so I would like D for them

Absolutely ! I am here to deliver 😇

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

~ Mahito ~

Mahito’s dirty secret is that he wants to make you entirely reliant on him. He doesn’t tell you about his plans because he knows that your little human brain would be frightened if you learned the truth. Instead, he gradually pushes you in the right direction. He suggests that you should start spending more time with him, spend less time on your hobbies, etc.

It sounds toxic, but to Mahito it’s not toxic at all. He thinks that he knows what is best for his human. He wants to keep you safe within his care.

As for a sexual secret, I would say that he has a sadistic desire. If you have read my Mahito story, then you know that he bit your shoulder and left a ‘curse mark’ there. The area is very sensitive for you. You seem to find it pleasurable whenever Mahito runs his tongue over the healed teeth marks during sex. You also enjoy it when he kisses the mark.

But…When Mahito really gets in the mood, all he wants to do is bite into that mark as hard as he can. His curse instincts want to make you scream and tremble. However, he never gives in to his dirty little desire. He knows that it would cause you immense pain, and he doesn’t want that for his human. He likely will never admit to his dirty secret either.

Mahito also gets aroused whenever he sees your curse mark. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, either. You could be preparing a meal and if he sees that mark on your shoulder, he will get possessive and fight the urge to bend you over the counter.

_ Kenjaku Geto _

Kenjaku is definitely an interesting curse. He has many secrets, many ulterior motives and hidden plots to keep up with. When it comes to sexual desires, he usually shares them with his human. He is not shy at all, and he expects you to fulfill his wishes. But, there is a certain dirty secret of his. One which he is patient with. He will not suggest it unless he is sure that you are attached to him enough that you would actually agree.

Kenjaku wants to fuck you in the living area of his mansion.

During the day, with all the lights on. He often fantasizes about lying on the couch as you sit on his cock and ride him, entirely exposed. He even wants to put a collar on you with a leash attached so that he can yank on it if you slow down too much.

Kenjaku would make sure to thrust up into you every once in a while and make you moan loudly.

Would the other curses be able to hear you? Most definitely.

Could they possibly walk in and see everything? Kenjaku actually hopes for that outcome. He wants everyone in the mansion to see his little human’s blushing cheeks as she rides him. He’s very proud that you belong to him. He would only ever discuss this dirty secret with you if he was certain that the curse bond was strong enough.

Kenjaku knows that the curse bond makes his human wish to please him. He wants to see how far it will get him.

Master list link

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not mine found on pinterest

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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.

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