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Starring: Mafia Boss!Sukuna
My contribution to @chrollohearttags Tales from the Underbelly collab! In which Gojo accidentally kidnaps the wrong girl, and our "heroes" have to decide what to do with her.
Content includes: slow burn smut, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, blood kink if ya squint, and slight indulgence of the writers breeding kink.
Trigger warnings include: Kidnapping, gun violence, gore, a dog attack, an attempt at assault and the use of the word "ravenette" once as a dare. Reader discretion is advised.
Your mom had warned you about meeting strange men online. You had assumed at the time it was just her weird boomer-esque tendencies, a fear born before the time of tinder. But as you breathed in your own breath from inside this itchy burlap sack, sitting tied up in this not-at-all comfortable chair, you started to think maaaybe she was on to something.Â
It wasnât your fault though, truly it wasnât. This guy was hot. Like, unbelievably hot. So hot it was stupid. So hot he belonged on the cover of french magazines or in summer blockbuster movies that sell tickets not for the plot- but for the eye candy. Who wouldnât risk life and limb to get a piece of that? You wondered if Satoru Gojo was his real name, just in case you needed to make a police report. You wondered if youâd get that far.
Okay, Y/n, no no, donât think like that. That will get you killed. Calm down and assess the situation. What did you last remember? Your date. You met him at a bar, and was genuinely shocked when he matched his profile picture. You made idle chit chat, and your drink came. Did you order that drink? You couldnât remember now. You did remember it tasting salty for a screwdriver thoughâŚ
Shit, that guy definitely drugged you. Why?! It made no sense, you probably would have fucked him if he had just asked nicely! Hell, even if he had asked rudely, there was no need for this! You silenced your thoughts as you heard movement. A door opened and the sound of boots on concrete echoed through a far too big to be practical room. And then, a familiar voice.
âNo dude, I got her!â That was definitely Gojo, the fuck ass. âIt was so easy too.â He was laughing, because of course he was.
âYea, thatâs the problem. Excuse me for being suspicious, but this feels way too easy considering how long weâve been chasing this woman,â another, much smoother voice said. Oh god, what the fuck had you gotten yourself into now? Why the fuck did weird shit always have to happen to you? It was like you were the main character in some fucked up wattpad, or Tumblr, fanfiction.
âNah dude, itâs the real deal. Toji doesnât keep his girl as wrapped up as weâve been led to believe.â Gojoâs far-too-joyful-for-your-taste voice came again. It was much closer this time. Your body tensed as you realized the two of them were right next to you. âI matched with her on fucking tinder dude! All according to plan!â
âWeâll see about that.â Smoothie voice said. As he did, the bag was ripped off your head, and quite honestly you were too shocked to scream. You took the situation in front of you in with wide panicked eyes. There was your shitty date, looking far too proud of himself considering all he did was kidnap a helpless girl. And another man, crouched in front of your metal chair, taking in your features. Was this just a gang of people that was so attractive it was unfair? He ran a hand though his long dark hair, and knitted his perfectly sculpted eyebrows together as he looked at you. Then shook his head and stood up.
âYou really did it now, idiot, thatâs the wrong girl!â The ravenette snapped at your former tinder match. Satoru just blinked in disbelief.
âWhat?â He asked, and Oh boy, your brain started working again! Just in time for you to start screaming at the top of your lungs as the truly horrifying nature of your situation settled into your bones. This startled the men, causing them both to scream, and the dark haired one to even stumble away from you.Â
âThat was such a late reaction!!â Gojo yelled at you as he finally found words again.
âFUCK YOU SATORU GOJO, WHEN YOU KILL ME, I SWEAR IâM GOING TO HAUNT YOUR ASS!â You screamed at him, deciding if you were gonna die here you might as well fling a few threats around.Â
âYou used your real name for the honeytrap?!â The unnamed man hissed, punching Gojo in the shoulder.
âHey!â Gojo yelped, âI thought it was her! I didnât think it was gonna matter! What are we going to do Suguru?!â Oh, so Suguru was his name. Good to know.
âDonât say my name!â Suguru snapped. Too late, you knew it already. âThe boss is not going to be happy, you know this, right?â
âWell I mean, I-â Gojo started, before you cut in.
âCan I at least know why you guys are gonna kill me before it happens?â You asked. You wanted to know what to avoid for your next life. Gojo had the audacity to scoff at you.
âWow, I was literally talking and you interrupted me,â He scoffed, âRude much?â
âOh, Iâm sorry, Iâll try to be more considerate of the man who drugged and kidnapped me next time I open my mouth! As if that wasnât rude as hell!â You hissed.
âGet married later, we have other problems!â Suguru demanded, snapping in front of Satoru to get his attention. âThe boss is going to be here any minute, and we have the wrong girl!â
âWhy donât we just kill her?â Gojo asked. And look at that, you were screaming again. They both screamed with you, Suguru screaming over you and adding a âCAN WE PLEASE ALL STOP SCREAMING?!â at the end.Â
And you did, because technically he had done nothing to wrong you, and you had no beef with him. Satoru shut up when you did. âThank you!â He snapped, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples to try and fight off the migraine that was forming. âNo, Gojo, we canât just kill her! Sheâs an innocent, it goes against the code. You and I both know The Boss would have you castrated if you break the code.â Suguru reminded the man next to him. Oh, that was good news.
âSo, Iâm not gonna die?â You asked.
âYouâre not gonna die.â âNothing is off the table yet.â The men spoke in unison, glaring at each other as they finished their sentences.
âSooooooo, youâre gonna let me go?!â You asked, beaming with a forced excitement, hoping it would rub off on them and theyâd untie you then and there.
âItâs not that easy.â Suguru sighed, âIf we let you go now, youâd definitely go to the cops, and you know at least his full name.â He said, glaring at Satoru once again.
âWhat if I promise not to go to the cops?â You asked.
âYou and I both know that wonât work.â He looked almost sympathetic to your plight.
âWhat if I pinky swear not to go?â You asked. His sympathy vanished.
âIn another life, you two are perfect for each other.â He scoffed to Gojo. Mere seconds after he said that, the door behind you opened again. Both men turned their full attention to the footsteps approaching, both looking terrified- though Gojo more than Suguru. You tried to look behind you, but alas, you were not an owl and could not turn your head 360 degrees around.Â
âWhat did you two idiots fuck up now?â A low, gravely voice asked behind you.Â
âWhat?!â Gojo tried to look offended, âBoss, Iâm hurt! Why would you assume we fucked up?â he pouted. Suguru just dropped his head into his hands.
âBecause itâs you Satoru, and when I came in here, you both looked at me like I was the cops and you had a corpse.â The voice scoffed, âAnd that never bodes well. Is that the girl?â
âSo, you see, about that-â Suguru started, only to be cut off by a new man shoving his face in yours. The club of people that won the genetic lottery grew, and you hated to admit he was the sexiest member yet. Sharp features made more pronounced by a faceful of tattoos that absolutely shouldn't have been as attractive as they were. Hard eyes seemed to glow an unnatural red in the dim light of this garage(?) and his fluffy pink hair seemed both horrifically misplaced on his head, and perfectly matched all at the same time. Suddenly, you werenât worried about your future. You were wondering what choices you had to make to sit on that perfectly sculpted face.
WAIT FOCUS Y/N, YOUâVE BEEN KIDNAPPED! You flinched away from him, tensing up because wellâŚthatâs what people do in these situations, right? You saw a tic form in his perfect jaw, and he stood up. You got a good look at what he was wearing. Fitted slacks with a dress shirt, a well tailored vest on top making him ooze with expense. The others were dressed nice too, but he somehow managed to outshine them all. Maybe its because his sleeves were rolled up, showing off his tattooed wrists and gorgeous forearms. God truly did have favorites.
âYou.â He demanded more than asked, turning to Gojo and pointing at him.
âYes Sukuna?â Gojo asked, and Suguru couldnât hold back the groan that ripped from his throat.
âStop using names you fucking idiot.â Suguru hissed. So his name was Sukuna.
âGojo come here.â Sukuna said again, instantly shutting up both men. Gojos eyes grew even wider with fear.
âI, um��Iâd rather not boss, I-...Youâre gonna hurt me.â Gojo gulped.
âIâm not gonna hurt you.â Sukuna assured him, and for a second he sounded so sincere and comforting, even you believed him.Â
âD-...Do you promise?â Gojo asked, trepidation still flooding his voice.
âI promise, Iâm not going to hurt you.â Sukuna said again. Slowly, like a wild animal learning to trust, Satrou crept over to his boss. It was then you noticed Sukunaâs rings. You noticed them, because the moment Satoru was in bitch slapping range, he got bitch slapped with the ring hand, so hard that if Suguru hadnât been there to catch him, he would have hit the floor.Â
âYou said you werenât gonna hurt me!â Gojo yelped. Suguru shook his head, unable to believe his friend fell for that.
âI lied!â The pink haired man snapped, âHowâs it feel to be lied to Satoru?! Do you like it?! I know I sure fucking donât.â He hissed as he slapped him again, âYou said you had Tojiâs wife! Thatâs not Tojiâs fucking wife you imbecile!â
âHa, take that asshat, thatâs what you get!â You laughed, taking maybe a little bit too much joy in Satoruâs pain. And suddenly, all three men were staring at you. You shrunk a bit at the realization. âMy bad, I shouldnât have spoke,â You muttered, âIâll let y'all get back to it.â
Sukuna took a long deep breath to try and reregulate himself before turning back to you. âHi.â He said, giving a smile that you think was meant to be welcoming, but his naturally sharp canines just made it menacing. âWho are you?â He asked.
âI donât know if itâs safe to tell you my nameâŚâ You muttered softly.
âYouâre already tied up under my house babe, little late to be shy now.â He pointed out. Fair enough.
âY/n Y/l/n.â You said. He nodded and gave a small wave.Â
"Hi Y/n. So what all do you kn-"
"Wait, what's your name?" You asked, cutting off a clearly powerful man. âIs Sukuna like, a title, or?â He stopped mid sentence and blinked at you, bringing his hands together in a death grip so he didnât punch the disrespect out of your mouth.Â
âSorry, you threw me off. Iâm not used to being interrupted.â He said through gritted teeth.
âThatâs a common problem for her!â Gojo accused from Suguruâs arms, pointing for emphasis. This quickly got him dropped. Sukuna glared at him.
âIf you know whatâs good for you, youâll stop talking.â He threatened Gojo before turning back to you. âMy nameâs not important right now. What is important is finding out just how much you know. So start talking doll.â He said, going into his back pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes.Â
âSo, before I answer, am I more likely or less likely to go home based on how much I know?â You asked, âCause Iâd like to go home in one piece.â The pink haired man laughed at your words as he lit his smoke. Well, laughed is a strong word. More like he aggressively blew air out of his nose, like when you see a funny meme.Â
âThatâs cute Dollface,â He muttered, blowing the smoke out of his lungs, âAnswer my question.â
âYou answer mine first.â
âNo, I wonât.âÂ
âCome on dude, I only want you to answer one question-â
âYou only want one question answered?â It did suck to be interrupted, âFine, Iâm Sukuna. Now what do you know about us?â You were confused at first, until you realized he was answering one question you asked. Just not the question you wanted answered. Well shit.
âI know his name is Satoru Gojo, his is Suguru, youâre Sukuna, and you guys are looking for some guy named Tojiâs wife. Oh, and Gojo takes dick pics with a ring light.â Sukuna closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows at that last part, riding out the cringe wave.
âDude, you donât really do that, do you?â Suguru whispered to the man next to him.
âGood lighting makes the picture Suguru.â Gojo whispered back.Â
âWe didnât need to know that.â Sukuna said, opening his eyes again.
âYou asked what I knew.â You said, shrugging as best as you could considering you were tied up.Â
âWhat are we going to do Boss?â Suguru asked, getting the team back on track. Sukuna took a long drag off his cigarette, trying to find an answer to that question. You were innocent, nowhere near the syndicates radar. You were a victim of them, it wasnât fair to kill you for the crime of matching with a loser on tinder. It also went against what they stood for. At the same time though, they couldnât just let you leave. You knew all of their names, for Satoru you knew his full name. Not only that, there was the risk of you letting it slip they were looking for Tojiâs wife. Though, Toji probably knew that, all things considered. She did have a hit called out on Nanami after all, heâd be stupid not to assume they were looking for her. Fuck.
âBring her upstairs.â Sukuna finally said, rubbing his temple with his free hand. He wondered why he kept Gojo on the payroll. âSheâs our guest until further notice.â Suguru and Satoru shared a knowing glance before going and untying you.
âSo youâre letting me go?!â You asked hopefully.
âNot quite,â Sukuna informed you, âUntil we can find a moreâŚpermanent situation for you, youâre now the property of The Syndicate. Make yourself at home Doll.â He said as he put his cigarette back in his mouth.
âHold on, what?!â You asked, struggling against Gojo and Suguru as they tried to drag you upstairs, âWait, property?! Wait, hold on!â You yelped. Suguru rolled his eyes, deciding it was easier to just throw you over his shoulder at this point. âHey! Put me down!â
âI donât understand why youâre bitching, I thought you didnât want to die?â He asked. And suddenly, this was all put into perspective for you. You either play nice, or you take a prolonged dirt nap. Shit. Not great options. You decided death wasnât what you wanted, they did imply this was only temporary after all. You sighed and accepted your fate, going limp on Suguruâs shoulder.Â
The sudden bright lights of the house blinded you after so long in the dim basement. You were happy when Suguru finally put you down, less so when you heard a giant dog barking, and claws scraping on hardwood. You turned around in enough time to see an absolutely massive Rottweiler running at you full speed, teeth bared. You yelped, going to try and hide behind Suguru or hell even Gojo, only to find they had already backed way the hell up; giving the beast room to turn you into dog food. You closed your eyes and tensed your body as you braced for impact.
The impact never came. When you opened your eyes, all you found was a dopey smile sitting politely in front of you, panting while waiting for pets. âAww,â You smiled, reaching down to give him some ear scratches. His already wagging tail kicked it into high gear as you did, melting your heart. âYouâre just a big baby, arenât you?â You cooed in your baby voice.
Sukuna came up from the stairs then, rolling his eyes at the scene. âWow Brutus, good job buddy, youâre so good at being a guard dog. No ones gonna break in here, lest they get drooled on.â He scoffed.
âTo be fair, Brutusâ slobber is a genuinely terrifying thing.â Suguru pointed out.Â
âIt gets everywhere.â Gojo confirmed.Â
âI think you guys are just cowards.â You shrugged, petting the good boy on they head.
âThey are.â Sukuna confirmed, also giving Brutus a solid pat for good measure. He turned to you then. âCome on, Iâll show you to your room.â
âMy room?â You questioned.Â
âThatâs what I said,â His voice had an edge to it, like he was losing his patience with every second that passed. He turned to Gojo and Suguru. âGojo, you know where she lives right?â
âYea, I do.â He nodded. You did not like what that implied, considering you hadnât given him your address. But, you were already kidnapped, so, maybe it was a little late to worry.
âGood. Take Geto and go grab her essentials. Clothes, toothbrush-â
âOh, my switch!â You added. Sukuna glared at you from the corners of his eyes. âWhat?â You asked, âSomeoneâs gotta take care of my animal crossing island!â Sukuna closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
âHer switch, I fucking guess, and bring it back here.â He said, âDonât fuck it up.â He wasnât sure how they would fuck it up to be fair, but they had surprised him before.Â
âGot it Boss!â Satoru said, saluting Sukuna before grabbing Suguru and heading for the door.
âOh, and Gojo?â Sukuna called right before they reached the door. Gojo froze.
âYea Boss?â
âWeâre not done here. See me when you get back.â His voice was dark. Nothing he said was threatening, but if that was true then why were the hairs on the back of your neck standing up? And why did Gojo physically cringe, as if future him was giving him a taste of pain yet to come?Â
âUnderstood Boss.â He said, leaving with Suguru. And with that, you were alone with a mob boss. Sukuna turned to you, blatantly eyeing you up. You suddenly felt shy under his gaze.
âCome on, your room is upstairs.â He said, moving past you to an opulent staircase on the opposite wall of the living room. You followed him, not really sure what else to do.Â
âYou know, youâre surprisingly calm about all of this.â Sukuna said as the two of you climbed the stairs, âNot gonna lie, I kinda expected you to likeâŚargue with me about all of this.â
âDo you want me to argue with you?â You asked.
âNo, not really. Iâm just curious about why youâre not.â He explained.
âRentâs expensive,â You shrugged, âI was like, a week away from eviction.â You admitted, looking down to try and hide your shame. It wasnât like you had done anything wrong either. You had done everything right, followed all the money tips you could, given up iced coffee. Turns out, rent is substantially more expensive than iced coffee and when your job doesn't pay a living wage, well- living is hard. âHonestly, I kinda need a place to crash.â
âOh, I see. Well, lucky you then.â He chuckled softly as you reached the top of the staircase. You didnât know if youâd call yourself lucky, but, youâd take what you could get. âHere, this oneâs yours.â Sukuna said, opening a door to the right. You walked into an extravagant red room, a giant bed covered in black silk with a tall canopy sat as the center piece with a black wardrobe off to the side.Â
âIs this like, your sex room?â You asked, your mouth moving faster than your brain. He gave a short snappy âHA!â at your joke, shaking his head softly.
âYeah, you wish.â He accused, and yeah he was right. You kinda did wish. âThis is just the guest room.â
âSoâŚDo I live with you now?â You asked as you moved to sit on the bed. A reasonable question. Sukuna leaned against the doorway, moving his head back and fourth in the universal motion of âI have no fucking idea, give me a sec while I think of what to say.â
âEh, âliveâ is a strong word.â He finally said with a shrug. âYouâre just here until we can come up with a better solution.â He explained. You nodded, accepting that you werenât going to get a straight answer- because he didnât have one to give.Â
âWell thatâs exciting.â You mumbled, trying to rub the tired out of your eyes. It had been a long day.
âDonât worry. Iâm sure weâll figure out what to do with you in a few days.â He tried to comfort you, before finally leaving you alone.
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A few days had quickly turned into a few weeks. You had acclimated to your new life well, learning when to ask questions and when not to. Brutus had become your best friend, and Sukuna your odd roommate who left at weird times in the night. You were more comfortable with your situation than you were willing to admit. Turns out, you werenât above all those other Y N girlies that immediately got stockholm syndrome after a day of kidnapping.
Still, that didnât mean you felt particularly safe. The moment you started to, something happened. The very next time you saw Gojo after he left to grab your things, his arm was in a cast. You would hear screaming- or worse begging- from the basement. An already hushed conversation would fall completely silent as you came down the stairs. There was always something to remind you that you were not here of your own free will.Â
âUmmmâŚShota?â You asked from your spot on the couch, watching him put on his jacket.
âNope.âÂ
âHmmmâŚAkira?â Your relationship with Sukuna was an odd one. The two of you had grown comfortable with each others presence, enough that you would find yourself casually hanging out with him, or in this case, pestering him as you tried to guess his first name.
âWrong again.â He said, checking the jacket to make sure his cigarettes were in one of the pockets. They werenât.
âYuji?â
âGross no- Do I look like a Yuji to you?â That one seemed to genuinely offend him a bit. You had to be getting close.
âYagi?â
âY/n, why does it matter to you so much that you know my first name?â He asked, grabbing his smokes from the end table next to the couch. He made eye contact with you when he did it, and you felt your stomach flutter. That was another thing that was quickly developing. It seemed like every day it took less and less from him to make you flustered.Â
âCause you know mine!â You said, pressing your thighs together to push back your less than holy thoughts. âIt only seems fair that I should know yours too.â
âIâm not interested in whatâs fair Doll, you should know that.â He said, grabbing his keys off the hook by the door. You hated when he called you Doll, mostly because of how much you loved  it when he called you Doll. It always stirred something in you that you tried to suppress, something you knew would make an already not ideal situation worse. Admitting you had feelings for Sukuna felt akin to a death sentence right now, especially considering the very real likelihood that they were one sided.
âIf you werenât interested in whatâs fair, you would have killed me by now!â You pointed out.
âDonât forget to feed Brutus, Iâll be home late.â He completely ignored your very valid point. You huffed as you watched him walk out of the door. Bastard. Asshole. Tyrant, even! In the space between where your true feelings were-and what you were willing to admit to feeling- resentment grew. He had ripped you from the life you had built before, and cultivated this caricature of intimacy that he fully expected you to participate in; all while refusing to give you information as basic as his first name. It wasnât just unfair, at times it felt cruel.
A soft whine from the nearby kitchen brought you back to reality. You smiled softly at the gentle giant waiting for dinner. âYou hungry buddy?â You asked, laughing at his happy woof as you got up to fill his bowl.Â
You went about your nightly routine as you normally did, minus dinner with Sukuna, ending the night curled up on the couch in your pajamas with Brutus, reading one of the many books that littered the mansion. You couldnât focus on the words though, your mind finding the ticking of the clock much more interesting. Something was off. You looked up to see that it was already 5 AM. Sukuna was prone to coming home late, but never this late. Something was wrong.Â
You werenât sure what to do here. You were captive here, itâs not like you had access to a phone. Even if you did, who would you call? You knew Nanami was his most reliable comrade, but if Sukuna was in trouble there was a 70% chance Nanami was too. Suguru? Maybe, but- you shook your head as you realized none of this mattered when you had zero way of contacting any of these men. You could try and go look for him yourself, but you knew the door was locked. It needed a code to be opened, a code you didnât have. Brutus whined from beside you, feeding off your nervous energy. Your fingers felt numb as you mindlessly chewed your nails, failing to think of anything other than where Sukuna was at that moment.
âWhere are you Suka-â It was like you summoned him, before you could even finish your sentence the door exploded open and he came tumbling inside. You thought having him come home would be a relief, but the blood covering his side washed away any possible relief that could have come from his return.
âMotherfucker-â Was all he could get out before collapsing against the wall next to the door.
âSukuna!â You yelled, rushing to his side, âSukuna, holy shit, what happened?!â You demanded, wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you tried to lead him to the couch. You thought it would have been harder, moving a wall of muscle that much bigger than you any amount. But it turns out, adrenaline really is one hell of a drug!
âI got shot, whatâs it look like happened?!â He snapped, hissing through his teeth as you placed him on the couch. Suddenly, you understood why everything in this house was red. He almost disappeared into the scarlet couch, the red consuming him, threatening to take him away. âBrutus! First Aid!â He yelled, before groaning in pain. Somewhere along the way, he lost his jacket, making it a lot easier for you to rip off his bloodied dress shirt.Â
Oh man, that was bad. You werenât even queasy around blood, but there was a lot here. Before you could get too much in your head and lose your dinner, you felt a fuzzy head nudge into your leg. You looked down to see Brutus looking up at you, first aid kit hanging from his mouth. He was officially the smartest dumb dog you had ever met.Â
âOh, Good boy Brutus!â You praised, scratching the sides of his face and his floppy ears.
âY/n, losing blood kinda fast over here!â Sukuna reminded, quickly snapping you back into the severity of the moment.
âRight, sorry!â You yelped, opening the kit. Of course Sukuna wouldnât have a normal first aid kit. This was one of the most extensive kits youâd seen. You pulled the latex gloves over your hands before straddling his lap, trying to get a better look at him. Three bullet wounds, one logged into his shoulder, one to his side under his rib cage, and one that just grazed his side. You could still see the bullet in the first two.
âOh jesus..â You muttered, grabbing the long glorified tweezers from the kit, âSo, uh, this is gonna hurt.â You said, mouth moving without your mind.Â
âOh, that so?!â He snapped, âI thought it was gonna feel like fucking butterfly kisses!â Oh man, he was starting to look pale.
âOkay, well now Iâm not sorry for this.â You muttered, digging the tweezers into his shoulder to get the bullet. He hissed sharply through his teeth, hands finding your hips and grabbing you hard enough to bruise. This was not the scenario you thought of when you imagined Sukuna bruising your hips, but life is often funny that way.
âOkay, thatâs one out.â You said as you extracted the metal. He let out a shallow breath, trying hard to regulate his breathing.Â
âFuck Y/n..â He whined, and you felt your chest burn. You wondered if thatâs what he would sound like on to-NOPE not the time to think like that!Â
âIâm going to get the second one now, okay?â You asked. He nodded, his body tensing against his will in anticipation. This one was deeper. You watched his abs flex as he moaned in pain, biting his lip to concentrate on anything other than the searing pain in his abdomen. This would be a lot easier if he could stop being hot for like, five seconds. âIâm sorry.â You muttered softly, wishing there was anything you could do to help with the pain.
âDonât- Donât.â You could tell he wanted to say more, but he just couldnât. You finally pulled the final bullet out. You pulled the bottle of iodine out of the kit, assuming it was for disinfecting- something he was going to desperately need. You wanted to suggest a hospital, but you knew better. A hospital meant cops, and he couldnât have that. Especially not right now. So you poured a generous amount of the iodine on his wounds, only for him to scream.
âAAH, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!â He yelped as a new wave of pain scorched itâs way through his body.
âI THOUGHT IT WAS A DISINFECTANT!â You yelled in panic, using a piece of gauze to try and wipe it up.
âYEAH, FOR BURNS.â
âTHEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO USE?!â
âWATER!!â Oh yeah, that checked. The bottle of distilled water in the kit made a lot more sense now. You opened it, using that to clean his wounds instead, and using it to try and wash away some of the dried blood in the process.Â
âShit, Iâm sorry! Iâm not a nurse, okay!?â You tried to defend yourself in a panic. Then it dawned on you the next step in the process. âI wasnât very good at home ec either...â You confessed.
âWhat does that have to do with- Oh god.â He threw his head back on the couch as he realized stitches were next. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before pulling his head back up, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. It was like he was searching your very soul for something, though you had no idea what he was trying to find. You wanted to shrink away, but you found yourself trapped by his gaze.Â
âI trust you Y/n. Donât fuck me up.â He finally said. You wondered how he could be so confident in anything while bleeding out on a couch, but you guessed that was a question for some other time. You nodded, grabbing the surgical needle and thread. It couldnât be that hard, right? In one side and out the other. You had this.
He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as you made the first sitch, digging his nails into your hips and subconsciously pulling you closer. He flinched at the second stitch, bucking his hips into yours in the process.Â
âHold still!â You chastised him. You really wished all of this was happening under different circumstances. You realized this was probably the closest you had ever been to him. Focus Y/n, focus! You finished his shoulder, before moving on to the one in his side, and finishing with the gash. You were shocked how good your stitches were when you werenât over thinking it. Not perfect by any means, but far better than you thought.Â
âOkay, the worst is over.â You said, pushing his damp hair out of his face gently. He looked at you through his eyelashes, an expression you had no hope of reading on his face. You cleared your throat before grabbing the gauze to bandage him up. He was quiet while you worked. You had almost finished with the bandages when he spoke again.
âRyomen.â He finally said.
âWhat?â You asked, confusion leaking into your voice as you finished wrapping up the last wound. You looked at him.
âMy nameâs Ryomen.â You werenât sure what you expected him to say after all of this, but it definitely wasnât that. You stared at him, trying to figure out how to process any of what the fuck just happened. Was this your life now? Was this your forever? He brought a shaky hand to the side of your face, brushing away a tear you didnât even know was there.
âWhy are you cryinâ Doll?â He asked softly. His eyes didnât have the edge you were so used to in them. Be it from the blood loss or him being grateful for your subpar nursing, all of his edges had been rounded down to soft bumps.Â
âI thought I was going to lose you..â You whimpered softly.Â
âOh, Y/n,â He cooed softly, âIâm not going anywhere.â He promised, pressing his forehead to yours. âDonât cry over me.â He lazily rubbed your cheek with his thumb, trying to comfort you despite the fact he was the one that had just got shot, multiple times. You were sure the blood loss was getting to his head, this was far too intimate. Far too sweet. The stress of the situation hit you all at once, the adrenaline leaving your body as distress took itâs place.Â
You took a jagged breath in, realizing you were crying as you did so. He quietly pulled you into a hug, pressing you into his chest. The steady beat of his heart admittedly brought you some comfort, reminding you that he was alive and well-ish. You werenât sure when you fell asleep. When you woke up in your room the next morning, you were convinced it was all a bad dream. Surely he wouldnât have been able to lug your sleeping body to your room after all of that, right?
The faint blood stains on the couch told a different story.
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If you thought your relationship with Ryomen was weird before, it was really weird now. Before, you were positive you had a one sided crush. Something brought on by proximity and not much else, and a feeling he most definitely did not share. Now though? Now you were sure there was something else there, and that he felt it too. It showed itself in small ways. In the way he brushed against you when you were cooking together, in the way Suguruâs job had gotten significantly harder when Ryomen had noticed how close the two of you had gotten, and in the way he had gotten more protective of you than he had ever been before.Â
âOh Suge Knight totally had 2pac killed.â Suguru said with a shrug.
âNo way, that doesnât make sense!â You argued, âWhy would he call a hit on his best selling artist?â
âTo take control of his catalog, duh,â He said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, âMore money to be made if you donât have an artist to pay.â
âYeah, except now thereâs no artist to make more music and therefore more money!â you pointed out, âBesides, why would he have a car heâs in get shot up?â
âSo people ask that exact question!â Suguru argued, waving his hands for emphasis.
âDo you two have nothing better to talk about than decades old conspiracy theories?â Ryomen asked as he entered the kitchen, walking up to the bar where you sat with Suguru. He always seemed annoyed when the two of you hung out together. The toxic part of your brain liked it. Satoru wasnât far behind him, his wrist still in a brace from a months old injury. You felt a little bad when you saw it these days. It must have been a nasty shatter.Â
âIâd argue thereâs no better topic of conversation than decades old murder conspiracies.â Satoru said, taking a seat next to Suguru.Â
âIâd argue youâre the last person Iâd consider an authority on topics of conversation.â Nanami said, suddenly alerting you to his presence. That man was like a ghost, you only saw him when he wanted you to. He moved over to the fridge, pulling out a beer and using the counter to open it. A move that would get Satoru or Suguru a one way ticket to the afterlife, completely ignored by Ryomen because Nanami was useful.
âY/n, I need you to go to your room.â Ryomen said, checking his watch. âSooner rather than later.â
âWhat, why?â You asked, not a fan of being kicked out of the kitchen you now considered to be yours.Â
âBecause I told you to. Donât come out until I come get you.â His tone left no room for argument or conversation. You bit your tongue, knowing better than to undermine him in front of his men, especially his lieutenants.Â
âWhatever.â You groaned as you left, going and locking yourself in your room. As much as it annoyed you, this was fairly common at this point. Whenever the boys had âOfficial Businessâ youâd be banished to your bedroom until they deemed it safe for you to be let free. A very clear reminder that you were an outsider here. You werenât in your room long before there was a knock on your door.
âAlready?!â You asked.
âNo.â Nanami said, âIâm here to deliver Brutus.â Confused, you went and opened the door. Sure enough, Brutus came barreling into the room as the door opened, going and jumping onto your bed. âBoss wants him to be with you.â Nanami said, as if that was going to answer your puzzled look.Â
âWhy? Whatâs going on?â You asked in a hushed tone. Nanami's eyes darted over to the staircase, making sure no one was coming up them.
âA representative of Naoya Zenin is going to be here tonight.â Zenin. You heard that name enough before to know he was one of Ryomenâs rivals, someone previously teamed up with Toji.
âWhat? Why is he sending someone here?â
âFushiguru has been shorting him and his team when it comes to their cut of narcotics sales. Considering theyâre the ones making all the drugs Toji sells, heâs not happy about it. So heâs looking to start a partnership with us instead.â You were thankful for Nanami. Everyone else here treated you like a delicate flower: like telling you what was going on would make you wilt. Nanami had always kept it straight with you, telling you the facts as they were. To him, you were just as involved as they all were, even if that was only due to your proximity to it all.
âAnd heâs not showing up himself?â You asked, remembering that Nanami had said a representative of his was coming. He shrugged.
âWhat can I say? The manâs a coward.â There was a knock on the door after he said that, signaling to him that he needed to get back downstairs. âStay safe Y/n.â He said, turning to join the others.
âYou too.â You responded, but you were pretty sure he didnât hear it. You sighed as you closed your door, joining the overgrown puppy on your bed. You decided to hop on your switch, needing some way to kill the time. You werenât sure how long you spent trying to get Moose off your island before you registered that Brutus was whining by your door.Â
âWhatâs wrong big guy?â You asked, putting your switch down. He whined some more, shifting uncomfortably in front of the door. âOh no, you have to potty, donât you?â You could have sworn that dog nodded at you. Really?! They didnât let him out first?! You wondered what to do. You knew disobeying Ryomen wasnât acceptable, but you couldnât just let your baby suffer! Another whimper from Brutus made the decision for you. Ryomen would understand.
You opened your door and walked Brutus down the stairs, hoping you could avoid wherever the meeting was happening. You should have known that was delusional, because the moment you walked into the kitchen, you found them all holding their meeting around the bar. Ryomen pinched the bridge of his nose the moment he saw you. Ah fuck.
âWell hello there Gorgeous, who are you?â A man you had never seen before asked. He made your stomach turn. He had his long blue hair parted into three pony tails, and long surgical scars marred his face. That wasnât what made him so revolting though. It was his smile. It didnât feel right. Like a monster recreating itâs preyâs mannerisms, a wolf in poorly fitted sheepâs clothing. You wished you stayed in your room.
âIt doesnât matter who she is, youâre not here to talk to her.â Ryomen said, allowing no room for conversation. You followed his lead, going and opening the back door for Brutus without acknowledging the mimic in your home.Â
âOh, donât be rude Sukuna. Is she your wife?â It asked.
âDoesnât matter, weâre not here to talk about my personal life.â
âOh, donât be like that.â He turned to you, and you wished Brutus would hurry up. âIâm Mahito sweetie. And you are?â
âI think the Boss made it clear, we should get back on topic.â Nanami said, adjusting to put his hand in his suit jacket. The Mahito creature got the hint, raising his hands in his defense.
âOkay, okay, okay. Pardon me for trying to be polite at a business meeting, I wonât do it again.â
âGood.â Ryomen said, lighting a smoke and watching closely as Brutus ran in and took his place by your side. He saw the way Brutus held back a growl. That wasnât a good sign. âYou said Zenin wanted fifty percent? Thatâs not going to work for us.â
âOh? And whyâs that?â
âSelling is signif-â That was all you heard as you rushed back up stairs. Once in your room, you tried to regulate your heartbeat, to clam your jittering bones. You felt like you had just encountered some old primal evil. Something so off your ancestors were warning you to be weary of it from beyond the grave. You sat next to Brutus on your bed, hiding your face in his fur to try and calm down.Â
It worked for a while, until you heard him growl. You looked up to see the monster in your room. You yelped softly, instinctively backing away. You wished you hadnât forgotten to close your door.
âOh, Iâm sorry I didnât mean to scare you.â He said, showing that âsmileâ again. âI just thought it was a shame we didnât get to properly meet back there.â Your blood felt slimy in your veins as you realized you were going to have to play nice with this guy. His business was important to Ryomen, or else he wouldnât be in the house.
âOh, yea I guess.â You muttered softly, petting Brutus to try and calm him.
âWhatâs your name sweetheart?â He asked, stepping even further into your room and closing the door behind him. Your joints suddenly felt weak with static, every fiber of your animal brain telling you you were dealing with a predator.Â
âY/n.â You responded, refusing to make eye contact with his mis-matched eyes.
âThatâs a pretty name Y/n. You Ryomenâs girl, or his pet?â You didnât like anything coming out of his mouth.
âIâm um, his roommate.â You guess, and instantly realized you guessed wrong. âShouldnât you be downstairs with the others?â
âOh, theyâll be fine without me for a few minutes.â He said, and you realized he was getting closer. You stood up, only to realize he was in between you and the door.Â
âHey, uh, I really think you should go back down, theyâre probably looking for-â
âI donât care.â He scoffed, closing the distance and grabbing you. He tried to force you on the bed, but I guess that dumb ass missed the giant fuck you dog that was in that room for the sole purpose of protecting you. He didnât get past putting his hands on your shoulders before Brutusâs teeth were in his leg, ripping muscle from bone. The scream that left Mahito was visceral, the kind that haunts people at night.
âRYOMEN!!â You yelled, pressing yourself against the wall while Brutus did his thing, jerking his head, pulling the man away from you as another horrific scream left him.
âI fucking knew it!â Ryomen snapped, ripping your attention away from the bloody scene in front of you and to the four men spilling into your room, Ryomen leading the pack.
âCALL OFF YOUR DOG!â The rag doll begged.
âBrutus, down!â Ryomen ordered. Without hesitation the Rott had let go, and had placed himself between you and your attacker in case he needed to act again.
âOh thank-â Mahito didnât get to finish that sentence.Â
âHeâs mine.â Ryomen growled, grabbing him by his scalp. âYou think you can come into my house and attack my girl and get away with it?!â He snapped, taking the lit cigarette from his mouth and putting it out in Mahitosâ right eye. Youâre not sure what was going to stick with you more, the smell- or the sound that came out of the monster. Ryomen threw the screaming, bloodied man, to the floor behind him. âTake him to the basement, Iâll be there soon.â He said. Without hesitation all three men acted, grabbing the begging Mahito and dragging him down the stairs.
Ryomen walked over to you, gently taking your head in his hands. âDid he hurt you?â
âNo, Brutus protected me.â You hated the quiver in your voice as you said that. Ryomen looked down at the dopey dog, smiling with blood on his muzzle. He gave a small affectionate smile as he pet the dog.Â
âGood boy.â He praised before turning back to you. âIâm going to go take care of the trash in the basement, then Iâll be back, okay?â
âIâm so sor-â
âNo, you didnât do anything wrong. He did. Iâll be back.â He assured you, gently patting your cheek before leaving the room you werenât sure you felt safe in anymore. You werenât sure how long he was gone for. At least long enough for you to clean up Brutus, and to try and clean up all the gore. At least your carpet was dark gray. You wondered how many other stains it hid, and of what variety.
You werenât expecting how relieved you were when you finally heard a knock, opening the door to reveal a freshly showered Ryomen. You wondered what he looked like before washing the blood away, but the only image your mind conjured was him bleeding out on the couch. So you stopped wondering.
âPack a bag, youâre leaving.â He explained. His tone was unreadable, and all it did was piss you off.
âWhat? What do you mean Iâm leaving?!â You demanded.
âI mean wh-â
âNo Ryomen, I want an actual fucking explanation.â You saw his jaw clench, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
âYou gotta get better about that interrupting bullshit.â He growled. âZenin is definitely going to send someone to look for his missing boy. And when he does, heâs not going to find you here. Gojo already reserved you a hotel suite for a week, itâs temporary.â He explained as he walked away. âIâll be waiting for you in the living room.â
You groaned as you threw together a bag. You understood his reasoning, but you were getting real sick of feeling like nothing in your life was under your control. Like you were at the mercy of a crazed mob boss. Probably because you were. You were starting to wonder if all of this was really worth not having to pay rent.
Ultimately you decided it was. Really, it was no different from existing under capitalism, and at least in this situation you could sometimes reason with your captor. You came downstairs with your bag, took at least ten minuets to say goodbye to Brutus- promising him youâd be back and that he was the best boy- and finally loaded yourself into Ryomenâs too-expensive-for-you-to-be-in car. The drive was silent, tense almost. He chain smoked out of the window, not even bothering to look at you.
âUm, are you mad at me?â You finally had to ask.
âNo.â Well that didnât sound like he wasnât mad at you.
âYou sound mad.â You pointed out.
âGood observation.â He scoffed, throwing his dead cigarette butt out the window, and immediately going to light another.Â
âThatâs probably not good for your lungs ya know.â His glare could have frozen the sun. âIâm just sayinâ!â
âI promise you, Iâd be lucky if lung cancer is what kills me.â He âassuredâ you.
âYou promise youâre not mad at me?â
âY/n.â He growled, âI said Iâm not mad at you, didnât I? Why canât you just believe me?â
âCause you sound like, really really ma-â
âThatâs because Iâm mad at myself, not you!â He snapped, before catching himself with a growl, pinching the bridge of his nose for a second. He took a long drag off his smoke and ashed it out the window, holding the smoke in his lungs until the burn threatened to consume him. âJust. Drop it.â He finally said as the two of you pulled into a hotel parking lot. It was honestly nicer than you were expecting! âWeâre here.â He informed you, grabbing your bag as the two of you left the car.Â
It was clear Sukuna was known here, considering he didnât technically check in. He was just given a key as he passed the front desk, and told a room number. You hoped it wasnât that easy for everyone. He ushered you to the elevator before giving you the spare key he was given. âRoom 237.â He said.
âWait, like The Shining?!â you gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.
âI-I guess?â He very clearly wasnât expecting that reaction to informing you of your room number. âSorry, Iâm thrown, are you excited or?-â
âI just think itâs neat.â You beamed.
â...Okay.â Sukuna sighed, deciding he had more important things to worry about at the moment than if you liked your room number or not. Once inside the room, he immediately started checking for bugs, both the organic and inorganic kind. An old habit that he saw no need to kill. While he did that, you looked around the suite, familiarizing yourself with the layout.
âHey, Ryomen? I only see one bed?â You questioned, not finding another place for him to sleep.
âYeah? Is that a problem?â He asked, joining you in the bedroom.
âWell where are you going to sleep?â You inquired. He was confused again.Â
âIn my bed? At my house?â Oh hell no he wasnât!
âWhat?! No way, you canât leave me!â You protested, getting real sick of his shit.
âI assure you, I can do whatever I want,â He scoffed, âSomeone needs to watch the house.â
âFuck that, have Nanami do it! What if they find me here?!â You didnât have Brutus, and you werenât confident in your ability to hold your own in a fight with experienced criminals.
âNo one is going to come for you here Y/n-â He tried to reason, but you were having none of it.
âAre you sure?!â You demanded, âCan you promise me that?! Can you look me in the eye and swear to me that we werenât followed? That no oneâs going to show up here looking for you and hurt me instead? That no one wants revenge for that ragdolls life?! Can you be sure?!â He was quiet. Truth be told, he couldnât. And he had already fucked up and let you get hurt once, he wasnât going to do it again. He let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh.
âFine, fine. Iâll call Nanami and have him-â
âI donât want Nanami here, I want you.â You insisted. Your words hung heavy in the air, both of you trying to hear what was left unsaid in the silence. The tension was growing, begging for someone to say something, anything. Finally, Ryomen sighed again,
âOkay, Iâll stay. Let me go call Nanami so he knows to watch the house.â He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and stepping out to call his lieutenant. He was gone for longer than you expected. You worried about what was being said, though you didn't know why you were so worried. You just felt anxious. Finally, he came back.
âAlright, everything is settled.â He let you know, âIâm going to sleep on the couch, justâŚget some sleep okay?â He said, gently cupping your cheek, âIâm not going anywhere, I promise.â He assured you. You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding and nodded.Â
âOkay, thank you.â You sighed, looking up at him. He was closer than you realized. He hadnât let go of your cheek yet either. Your eyes connected, and for a split second, the whole world seemed to stop. He was close enough you could smell the coffee and cigarette scent that seemed to permanently cling to him. If you focused hard enough, you could feel the heat coming off of him. âKiss me.â You mentally begged him, âKiss me, just kiss me!â
âSleep well Y/n.â He said, patting your face as he left the room. You almost screamed at him to get back here and finish what he started, but realized it probably wouldnât do much. If he wanted to, he would have. He said it himself, he does whatever he wants. You settled for just screaming into the pillow as you flopped into the overly stuffed mattress instead. This shit sucked.Â
Everything felt hot, too hot. You felt like you were caught in an inferno, feeling his hips buck into yours. You felt his warm mouth trail kisses down your neck. You twisted your hands, feeling your wrists flex under his large hand. âYouâre so good for me pretty girl.â He praised in your ear.
âRyomen-â You gasped, saying his name like a prayer.
âSay it again Y/n.â
âRyomen..â
âAgain..â
âRo-â
âY/n!â You jumped out of your sleep, yelping softly as Sukunaâs voice jolted you out of the dream realm. You looked around, trying to reorient yourself. You still felt flustered from your dream, and now flustered from embarrassment.Â
âRyomen?â You asked, looking at the man sitting on the side of your bed, him looking at you with concerned eyes in return. âWhat are you doing in here?â
âYou called for me.â He informed you, and you wanted to melt away from the embarrassment. âI thought you weâre having a nightmare, so I woke you up,â He explained, âAre you okay?â
âA nightmareâŚyeahâŚâ You took the excuse and ran, âYeah, yeah Iâm okay. I donât even remember what happened in it honestlyâŚâ You lied. He sighed and rubbed his face, getting up to leave. âWait!â You called, grabbing his hand before he could get too far. There goes your stupid body, moving faster than your brain again. âI-...I donât want to be alone.â You explained. It was technically the truth.Â
He looked down at you, quiet for a second, then grumbled. âWhatever. Scoot over.â He muttered. You smiled, happy to make room for him. He slipped himself under the covers, getting comfortable surprisingly quickly for someone in a dress shirt and slacks. For a guy that was surrounded with luxury and creature comforts, he really didnât seem to need any of them. It didnât seem like he was very accustomed to them either. He laid on his back, and you couldnât help but notice how comfortable his chest looked.Â
So you moved next to him, resting your head on his chest. He looked down at you, but didnât push you away. Quite the opposite actually, he wrapped one of his arms around you, holding you close to his side. It woke up the butterflies in your stomach, sending them into overdrive.Â
âThank you.â You whispered to him.Â
âFor what?â He asked.
âStaying with me. Taking care of me.â
â...Di-..did you just thank me for kidnapping you?â He questioned, looking down at you as best he could and raising an eyebrow. You laughed a little at his reaction.
âI guess I did, yeah.â You giggled, trying to push yourself closer to him.
âYouâre welcome?â You never failed to confuse and confound him. Maybe thatâs why he liked you so much. You kept him on his toes. âYou know most people arenât okay with being kidnapped, right? Itâs considered a bad thing.â
âIâm not most people.â You shrugged. âLike, yeah I see how on paper itâs bad but..I donât know. It kinda came at the perfect time for me. I got to walk out of my shitty job, I didnât have to deal with getting evicted, letâs not even get started on how honestly lonely I was..I donât know. I guess itâs bad for most people, but it was a miracle for me. Is there a word for bad miracle?â
âYour stalkhom syndrome is showing.â
âI donât think itâs that,â You chuckled, shifting to be able to look up at him, âHave you ever considered I just like being around you?â
âWhy would you?â He muttered.
âWhy wouldn't I?â You replied. There it was again. That warm feeling that seemed to envelop you wherever you were in Ryomenâs arms, coupled with the feeling that comes right before the lighting strikes. You used the dim moonlight fluttering in from your window to connect your eyes with his. You swore up and down his eyes glowed in low light, the unnatural red that should be so off putting only drawing you deeper into him.Â
âYouâre beautiful.â He whispered softly, and you felt your chest tighten. He had never said anything like that to you before. It made you feel almost giddy, your heart doing the screaming and squealing your throat wouldnât currently allow. Before you could respond, his lips were finally on yours and it felt like fireworks were going off in every fiber of your being. You felt your blood rushing in your veins as you moved to tangle your fingers in his hair, months of tension finally snapping in a million electric sparks.Â
He bit your lip, using your soft gasp to deepen the kiss. He pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, growling softly as you tugged at his hair. It was like the two of you truly couldnât get enough of each other, trying to make up for months worth of lost time and build up with one impossibly impassioned kiss. He rolled the two of you over so you were under him, and moved to kiss your neck. You moaned softly as he did, feeling the bruises he was biting already starting to form. You loved the idea of it, of obvious evidence you really were his girl.Â
You felt your breathing get heavy as he ran his hands up your waist and under your shirt, feeling the soft skin waiting for him there. He pulled away long enough to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your sleep shorts.
 âFuck.â He whispered when he finally saw you without your top on. He took the time to truly marvel you, the way you imagined a painter would look at his magnum opus. It filled you with a confidence unlike anything else, for someone so beautiful to look at you the way Adonis had looked at Aphrodite.Â
âYou look so much better than I imagined.â he praised, finally finding his voice again.Â
âSo youâve imagined me topless?â You teased.
âIâve imagined more than just you topless.â He smirked, hands roaming lower on your body. You felt your breath hitch in your chest as he hooked his thumbs under your shorts. You werenât positive this wasnât another dream, but either way, you planned to enjoy this. Though, he was wearing far too much clothes for that. Before he could take your bottoms off, you were sitting up, connecting your lips to his again as your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. You always thought he looked stunning in them, but right now you despised the small buttons. He chuckled a bit, pulling away from you.
âEager, huh?â he teased, âHere, I got it.â You felt almost embarrassed as he expertly got all the buttons undone and the shirt off in the time it took you to unhook three of them. But- in your defense- he took those shirts off everyday and this was your first time taking anything off him. You bit your lip as you took in his topless form. It looked so much better not covered in blood, you could better see the tattooed skin that laid there.Â
And the scars. There were a few etched into his skin, but you were most concerned with three. Your fingers went to touch one of the circular scars, feeling the puckered healed skin on his shoulder. You felt a pang of regret. If you had done better that night, would he have scarred? You didnât have time to think before you felt his hand on yours, softly pressing your fingers into the healed wound.
âLike it?â He chuckled, âItâs one of my favorites.â
âWhy?â You asked, trying not to think about him covered in blood again.
âIt makes me think of you.â He said, pulling you into another heated kiss. You felt your body react to him, pressing yourself closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt dizzy with want, your entire being buzzing with anticipation as he pressed you back into the mattress, kissing down your jaw, your neck, your torso, until he was where you wanted him the most. You bit your lip in anticipation, feeling him hook his thumbs into your bottoms, waiting for him.
âWhat do you want Doll?â He asked from in between your legs.Â
âYou.â You whimpered softly.
âIâm right here,â He reminded you, âWhat do you want from me?â You whined as you bucked your hips at him. He grabbed them and pressed you into the mattress, making you groan louder.
âI donât know!â You confessed.
âBabygirl, we havenât even done anything, you canât be fucked stupid just yet.â he tsked.Â
âI just want you to touch me...â You begged.
âI am touching you.âÂ
âRyo!â You whined, wriggling under him.
âRyo?â He snorted, âThatâs cute.â In all the times you had imagined yourself fucking Ryomen Sukuna, you had never imagined heâd be this fucking infuriating. You gave a stranged whine to let him know just how upset you were. âSorry Doll, I donât speak whine. Youâre gonna have to use your big girl words.â
âRyomen, please!â You begged, âI- I want..fuck, I want your mouth.â You finally decided, âI want to know what your mouth feels like.â Ryomenâs grin was dark as he finally pulled down your shorts and underwear in one fluid motion.
âGood girl.â he praised, and before you could properly react, he was running his tongue from your entrance to your clit, wrapping his lips around your bundle of nerves and giving it a sharp suck. Excitement exploded in your chest as your hands rushed to his hair, trying to find anything to ground yourself. He growled as you pulled him closer to you.Â
Every pass of his tongue sent another wave of euphoria coursing through your core, leaving you soft under him. You brain officially checked out for the night, rolling your hips against his face to chase your high. You moaned his name shamelessly, losing your ability to regulate your volume in the pleasure he was giving you. This volume regulation problem worsened as he pushed two fingers into your weeping cunt, curling up and successfully gracing the sweet spot inside you. Some part of your brain was sure the next room over knew Ryomenâs name now.
And it was driving him crazy. Ryomen couldnât take his eyes off of you. The way your eyes screwed shut, the way the sweat cascaded down your body, the way his name sounded so fucking pretty falling off your lips. He spent a lot of time fucking his hand to the thought of fucking you with his mouth, among other things, and his imagination couldnât come close to creating the magic of the real thing. He had to use his free hand to palm himself through his slacks, desperate for any sort of relief. The only thing he wanted more than to fuck you in that moment was to taste you as you came on his face. He needed it more than he needed to breathe.
âR-ryo, I- close..â You whined, your mind struggling to conjugate a proper sentence. Thatâs what he liked to hear. Your head was full of dopamine and ecstasy, your entire body buzzed with anticipation and need. You felt like you were barreling to the edge of the earth with no hope of stopping. You heard him moan as you pulled his hair again, pulling him closer as you rode his face straight to your climax, feeling the ecstasy explode in your veins. You felt like you were floating in a sea of pleasure, except the sea was in the middle of a tropical storm and every cutting wave that hit you left you weaker than the last. Your vision went white hot, and you were struggling to keep your breath.Â
âFuck, fuck, Ryo! Ryomen! So good Ryo..â You chanted his name like a witch trying to evoke a long dead deity. And he couldnât get enough of it, eating you out throughout your high as he licked up everything you had to give him and more. He didnât let up until your legs were trembling around his head. He kissed bruises in your shaking thighs as he pulled away, wiping his mouth and looking at you with dark eyes. Something primal held behind pupils blown wide with lust. He wiped his mouth with a wicked grin.Â
âYou taste so good Doll,â He praised, slipping his fingers out of your cunt and into your mouth. You started sucking without thinking, grabbing his hand to keep him there as you licked his fingers clean. âGlad you agree.â He chuckled darkly, feeling his dick twitch under his clothes. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and the only thing his mind could focus on was imagining how pretty youâd look trying to take his dick.Â
âHow ya feeling Dollface?â He asked, leaning back as he undid the button on his pants.Â
âSo good..â You muttered, your mind slowly finding itâs way back to your body in the sea of endorphins it was swimming in.Â
âYeah?â He chuckled, pulling you under him as he lined himself up with your weeping cunt, âWanna feel even better?â He asked. Well he was confident, wasnât he? You nodded, looking up to see what he was working with. You probably should have been more intimidated than you were, but at that moment all you wanted was to make him feel as good as he had made you feel.Â
âYea, I want do.â You confirmed, and he smiled smugly.
âGood girl.â He praised as he slowly sunk into you. You felt like you were being ripped apart in the most beautiful way. Your cunt weeping as it made accommodations for him. Your hands flew to his back, digging into him with enough time to feel him shudder on top of you from just how good you felt. Youâd count that as a win.Â
âFuck, itâs like you were made for me pretty girl,â He moaned, dragging himself out just to push back in, gracing your g-spot as he did. You moaned under him as he did, feeling yourself melt into a puddle of need and pleasure. âSo fucking good.â He purred.Â
He tried to take it easy, to keep in mind that you had just came hard and were probably sensitive. He couldnât help himself though. The way you pulled him in deeper and deeper with every thrust threw any semblance of sense out of his mind. All he could think about was how good you felt under him, and how fucking pretty every sound that came out of you was. He wanted to hear them all.
You were happy to make them all for him too, moaning pathetically under him with every push of his cock, every brush against your g-spot. You could feel your blood catch fire in your veins as he fucked you, felt yourself getting lost in the pleasure he was giving you. You felt electrified, your nervous system somehow fried and on high alert all at the same time. All you could think of was Ryomen, Ryomen, Ryomen as you felt a string of tensions knotting itself over and over in your stomach.
He pulled you impossibly closer to him, folding you into a mating press as he chased both of your highs. You instantly knew you werenât going to last long in this new position, and all but screamed his name as you pulled at his hair.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck, Ryomen!â You yelled as the string inside of you finally snapped, all of the euphoria it was holding back hitting you like a god damn train. You felt your body shake, tendrils of pleasure lashing out from your core to your fingers and toes. It was like a whole body reset, your brain turning into a puddle of electrified endorphins.
He thought he was going to last longer than he ultimately did. But the way your cunt clenched around him coupled with the way your face screwed shut and how needy you sounded as you said his name- he was coming undone inside within a few more strokes, fucking the two of you through both of your climaxes before stilling, just barely managing not to collapse on top of you.Â
There was a quiet that settled over the two of you in your after glow as you both caught your breath. You whined as he pulled out, going from feeling so full to so empty and hating it. He just chuckled softly, falling next to you and pulling you into his side.
âSo,â You started softly, âAm I still the property of The Syndicate orr?â You asked. He chuckled softly, remembering what he said to you on the night you met.Â
âNo, not the Syndicate. Youâre mine.â He confirmed for you.
âIsnât that likeâŚkinda the same thing?â You asked. He rolled his eyes. Of course you couldn't let him have his cute moment.Â
âGood night Y/n, weâll talk in the morning.â He mumbled, deciding the best move would be to try and get some sleep. The two of you were going to have a lot to talk about in the morning.Â
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Icarus, I Am Devoted | Sukuna x M!Reader
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[#Modern AU, ABO dynamics, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, sukuna has FEELINGS, but he is BAD AT FEELINGS, nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, I KINDA EDITED BUT I JUST WANT THIS TO BE YEETED INTO THE OPEN OK BYE SORRY IF PARTS ARE CLUNKY]
@better-imagination-9 I summon thee
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Sukuna didn't like Yuuji getting caught up in his business.Â
He was too brash, thought himself too badass for the world to take down, thought gang life wasn't as bad as it was made out to be, just because his older brother was involved. Sukuna didn't know where the fuck he got that ideaâthe tattooed menace had killed people, stolen money, sold shit that ruined lives. It was fun for him, sure, but not so much for bystanders.Â
âYou're an idiot,â Sukuna growled as he dragged his brother into his office and threw him at the chaise lounge while they waited for their doctor on demand.Â
âH-hey, come on, man! It's, uh, it's not even that badââ Yuuji grimaced, though, holding at the wound gushing blood from his arm. âYou've had worse!â
Sukuna laughed bitterly as his henchmen flooded the room and made necessary preparations for their aid's arrival. âYou and I are fucking built different, Yuuji--youâre too damn soft forââ
âI'm not,â Yuuji snapped, honeyed eyes blazing. âI'm not.âÂ
Sukuna laughed again, then ripped his plush, leather chair across the room, sending it hurtling into the expensive ebony walls he encased his place of business in. He roared in overwhelming fury as it clattered to the floor.Â
âHow hard is it for you to listen? How come you can never just fuckingââÂ
âYelling won't solve things,â your cool voice interrupted as you hurried into the room, medical bag in hand. âI thought you learned that by now.âÂ
Sukuna whirled on his heel. His hands were still fisted in his hair and his blood boiled, but now, there existed an explosive tension with you in the room.Â
You, his pretty little omega. The one he chased away. The one he still craved. The one that drove him insane.Â
âUraume,â Sukuna growled, crimson eyes locking onto his most devoted.Â
âMy apologies,â they said with a pensive look and deep bow, âhe was the only one willing to come.âÂ
âSo mind your manners, or I'll let your brother bleed out,â you said airily, so haughty and bitchy and annoying. But Sukuna knew you wouldn't let Yuuji die. You wouldn't let him suffer with a wound like thatâyou were too fond of the little brat.Â
Sukuna snarled in frustration and fixed his jacket with sharp tugs. âJust fix him.â
He stalked away, ignoring the way Yuuji yelled at him before preening at you as you tended to him. Sukuna knew his brother had a bit of a thing for you, his bitch, which caused more than a handful of problems with the two arguing and fighting for your affections. Naturally, you chose Sukuna. Of course you would.
The alpha's frustrations boiled, reducing the rage in his gut into simmering desire. He leaned his head back against the elevator mirror with a sigh as it shot up toward the penthouse--the one you, too, used to occupy. The one where you'd spread your legs for him, drowning in expensive, black silk sheets while he bred you like the good little thing you were. The one where you'd cook for him if (when) you woke up before him the morning after. The one where you first whispered I love you against his skin when you thought he was asleep.
The elevator doors dinged open, and he stormed out, eager to rid himself of the tightness pulling at his slacks. A cigar and a drink sounded good, too.Â
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Ding.Â
He knew it was you. It had to be you. You were a good person, willing to let Uraume rest while you gave your ex the update he needed about his brother. After all, you didn't fear him, nor did you yearn to please him. You were more than capable of delivering shit news and getting off scotch free.Â
âSo?â Sukuna took a deep puff from his cigar and leaned further into the balcony railing as you approached.Â
You hummed as you sidled up next to him, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as the breeze tugged at it. âHe'll be fine. Yuuji's tough. He's a bit shaken up now that the adrenalineâs worn off, though.âÂ
âMaybe that'll teach that idiot not to get shot.âÂ
âProbably not.âÂ
âProbably not,â Sukuna sighed, tapping off a dash of ash from the butt of his cigar just before it was plucked from his hands. âOi.âÂ
âThese things'll kill you,â you scolded airily. âSo will that.â You tried reaching for the crystalline glass of amber, too, when Sukuna scoffed and took a sip to spite you.Â
âDon't,â he snarled. Any normal omega would have backed away. Any normal omega would have keened. Any normal omega would have tried to please him up with a sweet scent of submission. But you were a different breed entirely.Â
âDon't growl at meââ you gaped as Sukuna downed the expensive liquor before whipping the glass at the skyline. âSukuna.â
He stalked back into his penthouse with heavy steps as he ran his hands through his hair. He had to busy his fingers, his palms, just so he wasn't tempted to touch you, to grab you like he was used to. It'd been years since you were properly togetherâproperly engaged in factâbut he still couldn't shake those infuriating fucking habits. You were a cancer in his mind, plaguing his body and thoughts.Â
But he didn't want you to leave. Maybe he liked the chase. Maybe he just liked how his entire, explosive world narrowed down to just one infuriating thing that he wanted so badly. He didn't know. Maybe he didn't need to know.Â
Sukuna poured himself another drink and collapsed onto his soft leather couch with a deep sigh. His arms draped along the back, one hand still holding the glass by the rim. He let his head fall back, and stared at the ceiling.Â
Thankfully, you wandered in. And you wandered toward him, not to the door like you usually did when his temper flared and he acted out. Something small and pathetic in him uncoiled and settled down, purring in content when you took a seat beside him.Â
âWhat's going on?â you asked quietly. Your fingertips singed sparks of pleasure against his skin where you touched: his cheekbones, his hairline, his furrowed brow.
He lolled his head to the side to look at you, his stupid pretty boy. âNothing.â Not even Sukuna believed that.
You brushed his hair back, and the stupid alpha in him rose to the surface and moaned. âYuujiâs not behaving?â Your warm palm cupped his cheek, and he leaned into it.Â
âThat little shit never behaves,â he mumbled through the vibrato of purrs rumbling from his chest. âGonna make me die young.âÂ
âHm. Is that why you haven't slept?âÂ
âI'm sleeping.â
âHow much?â
âEnough.â
âSukuna.â
âI saidââÂ
âYou and I have different definitions of âenough,ââ you chided lightly, like you were scolding one of your cats. âYou look tired.âÂ
âMaybe it's because my mate scampered off in the middle of the night.âÂ
âDon't blame this on me.âÂ
âWhy not?â Wine-red eyes glowered at you, deciding whether he should dominate or decimate you. âIt's your fault.âÂ
You recoiled the slightest bit, your top lip twitching in that oh-so familiar way it did whenever you were close to snarling and snapping at him. You had such a temper for such a calm thing. Sukuna would be lying if he said he didn't try to rile you up on purpose.Â
âHo? What,â he started, grinning wickedly when you made a move to get up, but his arms snaked around you and held like wrought iron. âFeelinâ guilty?âÂ
âNo,â you hissed, half-pissed by his drink spilling on you, half-pissed by his accusation. âLet go. I'm leaving.âÂ
âLeaving?â He crooned. âYou always get so pissy when I don't wanna talk, ân now that I'm in the mood, you're tryna leave? Come on, sweetheart, that's not fair.âÂ
âI don't feel like fucking fighting tonight,â you snapped, and Sukuna stayed quiet for a change. âYuuji got shot. You look like shit. And we--I haven'tââ you took a deep breath. âCan't we just be civil for a night? Can't we just talk aboutââ
âAbout what?â
âAbout whatever.âÂ
âFine.â
âAlright. Okay.âÂ
Somewhere behind the haze of alcohol, Sukuna's consciousness celebratedâthis could be his shot at starting to fix things. This was his moment to rebuild that lost relationship and maybe clean up a space in his life for you to sit safely in. Your expectant expression agreed with him. You looked quite cute, what with your big eyes and the way you leaned into him. But insteadâ
âWas it a boy or a girl?â Sukuna asked before taking a sip of whatever remained in his glass.Â
You blinked and shook your head, eyes narrowing the slightest as you looked over his face. âWhat?â You asked.Â
Sukuna snorted and turned to face you, one arm gesturing with his scotch glass while the other arm stayed slung across the back of the couch. âI said,â he started, gesturing to your stomach and chuckling through his low, bassy words, âboy or girl? If it was a girl, then maybe the world did you a favour. You know how it is for women in this day and age.âÂ
You stared blankly like you were shellshocked, and Sukuna bubbled with near-manic, reedy laughter until you got up and walked to the door.Â
âOi, where the hell are you going, huh?â He got up and followed you, hastening his steps when he saw you b-line for the door. âOmega.â He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, purring into your ear as he pressed his chest to your back. âCome on, we can make another one. You'd like that, huh?âÂ
âGet off,â you barked, ripping his arms away from you. But he grabbed you again and spun you back to face him. You shoved him back, your mind whirling in a chaotic waltz drenched with grey thoughts and crimson rain that almost drowned out the words he barked at you untilâ
Whack.Â
He hit you. Backhanded, fingers adorned with thick, bulky rings and knuckles that'd seen too many fights. A natural disaster contained in the vessel of a mortal manâsometimes, he didn't know his own capabilities.
âShit,â Sukuna mumbled, scrambling to set down his glass to, what, tend to you? Rewind time? Sure. âBabeââÂ
But you, too, were a natural disaster. The tsunami that came after an earthquake, raising tides high and staring down at split earth with a taunt: you think you're bad? Watch this.
Thwack.Â
You snatched up that bottle of fancy scotch and hit a home run, watching Sukuna collapse to the floor.
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Sukuna woke up with a concussion, his wallet missing, and one of his favourite cars torched.Â
It got him riled up. He was too ready to hunt you down and make you rectify your mistakesâthat is, until he remembered why you did what you did.Â
Boy or girl?
Maybe the world did you a favour.
Fuck. He flew way too close to the sun this time.
He watched you stack up expenses on his card instead of hunting you. Your little rage-filled crime spree was kind of funny anyway, and he couldnât help but hope it made you feel at least a little better.Â
Though he knew it could never. Nothing could make it better.Â
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âYou should quit messing around with him,â Ieiri said as she tended to the half-dead gangster laying on her operating table. âHe's bad news. A kid like you shouldnât be getting involved.âÂ
The one little, wiggly lucid part of Sukuna wanted to strangle Ieiri; you were young, sure, but not stupid. Sukuna wouldn't go so far as to say you were mature for your age, no, but you'd been beaten down by life and forced into the role of an adult for long enough that it'd changed your way of thinking, of perceiving the world. You could make your own choicesâjust as long as it involved him.Â
âYou're not the first person to tell me that,â you said softly, words rising with a small, warm chuckle. âGood guys try way too hard to put on a show, to hide how garbage they can be.â You squeezed Sukuna's hand and ran your thumb over his split knuckles. âGuys like him show you who they really are right away. Then, you get to figure out what his good side is like.âÂ
â
You were there again. In the elevator, looking a little pensive beyond your cool exterior.Â
Sukuna took a drag from his cigarette as he stepped in beside you. The button for his penthouse leered at him and whispered, âyou have time.âÂ
All he had to do was think of what to say. The right course of action was obvious, butâwell, was it really his fault? He couldn't accept that 100%. You clocked him upside the head with a fucking glass bottle and stole hisâÂ
âThose things'll kill you.â Your fingers snatched the smoke from his lips before he realized it. He caught you butting it out on the fancy gold railings.Â
âI like things that can kill me,â he hummed, lighting another cigarette and chuckling when you snatched that one too. âWhat, scared of a little competition?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Oh. Sukuna liked that.
âI, uh,â you started, fumbling with your pockets before handing something over. âFound this.âÂ
Sukuna glanced your way finally. He couldn't help but laugh as he plucked the wallet from your hands.Â
âFound it, huh?âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âSuch a benevolent, pious thing. I would've kept it.âÂ
âYeah, well. You're a dick. âCourse you would.âÂ
âWhere'd you find it?âÂ
âMy pocket.âÂ
âNo shit.âÂ
âYeah. Weird.âÂ
The elevator doors dinged open, revealing the empty hall leading to the penthouse. He glanced down at the door before looking back down at you.Â
âHave a drink with me.â
Your expression soured.Â
Sukuna threw his arm against the doors to keep them open. âCoffee?âÂ
Your brows lifted, the creases smoothing from your face. âCoffee.âÂ
Sukuna's alpha bloomed with pleased content. He sidled up next to you and rested his broad hand on the small of your back, leading you down the hall.Â
âWith a bit of Baileys.â
âNo Baileys.â
â
He let you try to sooth his stress while you waited for your favourite, poor-person coffee to brew.Â
You straddled his thick thighs as you kissed at his neck. Your hands roamed and threaded through his gelled hair, your blunt nails dragged along his scalp, coaxing rumbling purrs out of your alpha.
âShit,â he moaned, leaning back into your hands, digging his head into your digits and grumbling like an old dog. You hummed in sympathy, and gave him harsher scritches, making his knee bounce in double time like a dog getting the spot scratched.
You werenât done, though. You licked at his neckâs scent gland and coaxed more of his natural musk to the surface to mix with yoursâa classic way to get oneâs partner to calm down. You were methodical as fuck about it, too, knowing how Sukunaâs stress abruptly blocked any good scents in favour of excreting foul, angry odors into the air when he was pissed. Or, sometimes, heâd shut down completely, the only scent coming from what clung to his skin and clothes.Â
And so, he needed a little more TLC to get things flowing again, to make his body disarm and let the good vibes flow.Â
You nipped the swollen spot lightly, eliciting a strangled growl from the man. âToo rough?â Your tongue pressed at the spot again, and pulled more of that deep purring out of him. âMaybe not.âÂ
âBy all means, rough me up.â That was as close to a warning as you would get from a greedy bastard like Sukuna. He wanted you to bite harder, to break skin and set the wild tornado of a mating rut into motion. You were careful to avoid him when your unholy heats crashed down on you, but being in the presence of your estranged man when he was set offâwell, itâd jumpstart your sex-crazed frenzy, too.Â
âRaincheck,â you murmured.Â
He huffed and rubbed circles in your hips before grabbing your ass and squeezing. âWhen's the last timeââÂ
The coffee maker sang a tune and you got off, saved from your warm, fuzzy marking daze. âDoes it matter?â
Sukuna got up and stalked after you, rubbing the ache out of his shoulder. âLike it or not, we're stuck with our binding vow.â His chest pressed to your back, his arms slipping around your waist as he leaned down to nuzzle into your skin. âMated for life.â He couldn't help the smile that branded into your neck.Â
You cleared your throat and snatched up two mugs. âThere're surgeriesââ
âNo.âÂ
âHow do you take your coffee again?â Hah. You didn't even try to argue it.
Sukuna's ego boomed. His scent grew more dominating and demanding in tow. âYou know how I like it. You know the way I like everything.â
You scoffed and slapped his hand away, the sweet, teasing omega that happily marked him up and scented him to high heaven gone, now replaced with your annoying, bratty self. Ugh. He loved it as much as he hated it.
âYou used to be cuter,â Sukuna commented, quiet and breathy, so out of character. His hands retreated back to hold your waist instead of keeping you trapped against him. âWhat happened toââ
âYou know what happened.â You sounded tired, too. Angry. But not at the Sukuna standing with you right then and there.Â
Sukuna's old friend, unyielding frustration, bore down on him. He sucked his teeth and beat down the urge to snap, to yell and scream, claim it wasn't his fucking fault and that you never filled him in, so how couldâ
His forehead pressed against your shoulder. âI don't,â he sighed. âI don't fucking know, (Name). We lost our kid, I know that much, so what the fuck else is there?âÂ
For a moment, he thought he'd lost you again. He expected you to whirl around, throw a cup at his head and curse him to hell to start off another fight; instead, you slipped out of his hands gently, and replaced your warmth with a cup of coffee.Â
âCome sit.âÂ
Sukuna complied.Â
You tucked your legs up under you when you sat down. Your own mug was held snugly with both hands, yet your fingers fidgeted, twirling around whatever rings you had on while you thought of what to say.Â
âSo,â you started. âHow much do you know?â
Sukuna leaned back and thought. âUraume called. Said something was wrong.â He could remember their voice ringing in his ear, that usual, frigid demeanor exploding into something panicked and tortured as they tried to comfort you, order idiots around, and explain the situation. âThey didnât know what, but said you were beinâ taken to Ieiri. I met âem there, Gojo wouldnât let me come in.â He sighed, the memories pricking his nerves. âTold me you miscarried, andâwell, thatâs more or less it.âÂ
You nodded a little, digesting the scraps of knowledge thatâd been given to Sukuna. âI was alone,â you breathed. âI wasâIâd been cramping. A lot. I thoughtâI didn't knowâI justâI thought it was normal.â You cleared your throat, fidgeting more and only stilling when Sukuna's palm rested on your leg. You covered his hand with one of yours. âThere was a lot of blood. I thought I was dying. Uraume and Yuuji took me to Ieiri.âÂ
Sukuna remembered that, too. He remembered catching sight of you just before his brother carried you away from him. It was hard to forget the sound of your wailing amidst all that redâthat damned noise came from hell itself, from the burning, fetid pits of agony and despair and up through your beautiful voice. For something so foul to touch you was nothing but blasphemous.
Sukuna tried to follow you in, but that moron Gojo wouldnât let him in, spouting some bullshit about how heâd make things worse. Needless to say, Sukuna snapped, and Ieiri suddenly had more than a mourning omega to deal with.
âI pinned it on you to cope. I didnât know what else to do.â You spared a shy glance at him before staring down again. â...Uraume filled me in, though. You were dealing with so much shit. All that crap with the Zenins. And you didnât evenâyou didnât even know I was knocked up until I wasnât.â You sighed and sipped your drink before setting it aside. âGuess it was easier to blame you for everything than it was to just accept I got unlucky.âÂ
ââUnluckyâ?â Sukuna repeated lowly, void of mirth for once.
You nodded. âChromosome bullshit, garbage genetics, a shitty cervix. Coulda been anything.â Sukuna watched your expression shift from desolate to bitter. âAnd if you fuck up once and lose your pup, odds are itâll happen again.â
âSays who?â
âScience. Doctors.â
âYou really gonna take their word like that?â Your eyes met his, doey and expectant. âI'll gut âem myself if they say that shit next time you're knocked up.â
You looked a bit bashful then, looking away from him with pursed lips and glossy eyes. For a second, Sukuna thought you were about to snap and argue with him about how you vowed to never get pregnant again (which he'd indulge in), or maybe even bolt for the door (which he wouldn't allow), but instead, you grabbed the remote.Â
âTch. Don't say such stupid shit. It's annoying.âÂ
Sukuna could only grin to himself as you settled in beside him, tucking up against his side. Neither of you could swallow your pride enough to properly apologize for anything ever, but that wasn't necessarily neededâunderstanding was what was needed. Things had just become a little bit clearer.Â
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For once, the alpha found himself at ease. Sure, you had your petty and some less-than-petty spats, but there was a coil of contentment that stayed at the forefront of Sukuna's mind through it all. Now, he no longer fumed nor bristled, no longer wondered if you really belonged to him, no longer thought about how to trap you if he wanted to keep you around.Â
Because you made more of an effort to see him, to call when you couldn't, to set his vicious wolf's heart at ease so he could rest soundly. He rested the most when you were so gracious as to curl up in those black, silken sheets with him, too.
Don't get too excited. It's just because we're mated; we'd go insane otherwise, Is how you rationalized it. And, honestly, it was cute to see you act so flippant and uncaring when Sukuna knew you were so the opposite.Â
Little liar. Loves playing pretend. He gently tucked stray hairs behind your ear as you snoozed soundly beside him. It was unlike you to sleep in so late (âlateâ meaning past 6am), and it was unlike Sukuna to wake up before you, so it must have been kismet.Â
Because this moment was the first in a long time where he got to touch you. Beyond the playful ass slaps and grabs at your hips, you never really let him feel you. Or did he just never try to touch you like this? Gently, just for the sake of feeling your skin and your warmth?Â
Sukuna was a brutal man. He didn't often have a chance to be careful. If he'd had that kid, then he might've learned how; he could've learned not to throw glasses at skylines, not to lash out at his omega, not to expect you to still love you when he broke you.Â
He brushed his thumb along your cheek and down to your jaw, admiring the soft skin and strong angle that led him to the curve of your chin, and your perfect lips. God, he wanted to kiss you. It'd been an eternity since he had a taste of you. Maybe if he was gentleâ
I can do gentle. Sukuna shifted the slightest bit towards you until his nose lightly brushed against yours, until he felt your light breaths fan against his skin. Ah, why was his heart beating so fast now?
He did his best to ignore the way his pulse thundered in his ears when he brushed his lips against yours once more, before he kissed you softly. Gently. Perfectly. And he took his time parting. He had to savour the taste of your lips against his because who knew when he'd get to kiss you again?Â
I love you, he heard echo in his memories when your lips parted. But he never heard himself reply.Â
âLove you too, brat,â he murmured. âDon't you dare think otherwise.âÂ
Your eyes opened a moment later. âYou mean that?â came your reply, just as light and whispered. Sukuna felt waves of heat come off your skinâwere you blushing?
Crimson eyes flickered from your bashful look to the slight parting of your lips and back again. âAlways.â Even though he never said it. But he let you get away with everything to show that loveâcredit card theft, cracking him upside the head with a bottle, abandoning him for months on end.
A soft âhmâ hummed through you. Your sleepy gaze melted from Sukunaâs, and down to his lips, too, while your own pursed, pensive. Thoughtful. Christ, you were really something elseâjust a single look from you had his mind reeling, his chest easing into a warmth so reminiscent of a campfire, the sort you both used to sit around when youâd bullied Sukuna into buying one for his too-big balcony.Â
Back then, you were just âfriends,â though the flirting and meaningful touches said otherwise. You were still a street doctor, introduced to him by Yuuji of all people, but you had more pep in your step, especially when you worked to try and swoon the hardened, deranged alpha youâd decided belonged to you. Youâre mine, you said simply after shooting whatever whore the big, bad boss had hired for the night. The look in your eyes, cold and determined, got Sukuna achingly hard in an instant. He never wanted you to look at anyone else like thatâyour rage, your obsession, it could only ever be for him.
ââM I still yours?â You still want me? You still love me? Am I still just for you?
You looked a little sentimental. A little sad, too, maybe. But maybe it was just the culmination of your fears and worries, your wants and desires finally breaking through your solemn being.Â
âI'm a minimalist at heart. I've only got room for so much.â
âDon't tell me you're back on that Kondo Marie kickââÂ
âBut you're something I can't do without.â Yeah, I love you. I want you. I don't want much, but I want you. You're mine. âYou bring me joy, or whatever the saying is. But I wanna beat the shit outta you sometimes for being a dumbass.âÂ
Sukuna laughed and nudged your nose with hisâa small, primal gesture of fondness. âYeah, yeah, I'm aware. Tch. You're gonna have to be careful--you're gonna send my old ass to an early grave if you keep up with all this fiery youth shit.â
âThen I can inherit your fortune,â you offered airily before kissing him teasingly. Sukuna growled when your small fangs dug into his bottom lip playfully. âThat'd be nice.âÂ
âHah. Everything's going to familyâYuuji, the old fart.â Sukuna pulled you in closer and purred as you complied. âYou'd have toââ
âI'll marry you if that's what it takes,â you cooed, and Sukuna froze. You paused for a moment, too, before lifting yourself up to look down at his dumb face. âOi.â You pat his cheek lightly but he scowled at you, half-cranky, half-defeated. âEeeh? You mad?â
âTch.â
âAwe, big alpha's mad.â
âDon't.â A command. A warning. One that had your subgender reeling and whimpering behind you, but your human side smiling, ready to mock.Â
You slid on top of him, straddling his waist and splaying your hands out on his broad, solid chest. Sukuna still kept his gaze elsewhere. Honestly, you couldn't blame him--you were in a mood.Â
âOi,â you prodded, poking at his ridiculous pecs and tracing over the dark lines of his irezumi. âHey. Don't pout.â But he grabbed your hands when your stupid fingers threatened to assault his nipples, and he continued to pout. âCome on, I said I'd marry you.âÂ
âTch.â You've said that before.Â
âI mean it.âÂ
âTch.â Youâve said that before, too.
You leaned down, and nuzzled the hollow of his cheek while he grumbled and grumped. âYou don't like the idea of breeding me anymore? You don't want me to yourself, all caught up in your bedsheets with you between my legs? Hm? You don't wanna fuck me through my heat, knock me up a few more times, make me bare your children for the world to see how I belong to Ryoumen Sukuna? You don't want me to be drenched in your scentââÂ
You squeaked when your man flipped you around, pinning you before ripping off the sleep shorts keeping your skin from him. His rough fingers dove deep into your slicked up hole (apparently your long list of hypotheticals had worked you up into a soft, wet, pliant thing) and hurried to stretch you wide.Â
âSuch an annoying little shit,â Sukuna grumbled. And you laughed, lightly and so achingly genuinely through your fluttery mewls and moans. âIf you try ân back out this time, I'll break your fucking legs and tie you down to the bed, you got that? I'm not gonna be so fucking nice this time.â
âEh? You were being nice lastââ you whined when his wet fingers jammed into your mouth. But you obediently sucked and bit at them, holding onto his muscled arm for leverage while he kicked off his bottoms and pressed his sweltering tip to your soft entrance.Â
âYou got no idea, princess.â Sukuna pushed in, groaning with ancient, cursed need as your insides welcomed him and obeyed, letting his uncomfortable size push you open. Seemed your body still remembered him. Wanted him as much as your stupid pretty mouth claimed.Â
You were gasping, your molars chewing into his fingers as your missing piece slid back into place, filling you up until it hurt to breathe. Strong thighs clamped down against Sukunaâs sides as he dragged you down, forcing the last bits of his cock into your very depths, squeezing a reedy whine out of you, before he pulled out and slammed right back in again and again and again.
Your cry nearly sent him over the edge. It was a loud, bassy thing, something like a cello toppling or having its string plucked too hard by a callous touchâa sound Sukuna reveled in. You were the only partner he'd had that was like this, so demanding and bitchy, absolutely horrible and as poisonous as alphas were, and he loved it. He lived and died by your gospel, by the very life that thrummed underneath his touch.
And you promised to be all his. Sukuna could have everything, anything and anyone, and that apparently included trapping and claiming a god. One that only he prayed to. One that'd only smile upon him. One that only delivered to him divine blessings.Â
What a divine gift.
He folded you in half with ease and blanketed your trembling body with his own. The fingers fucking into your mouth slipped out and down to your throat where they squeezed lightly; then, they traveled to the back of your neck, found your cute little nape, and squeezed.Â
Your eyes rolled back as your body arched up into him. Words left you in some ancient tongue neither you nor Sukuna could decipher. But it was a language of love and pleasure, the sort that brought delicious submission coiling through your blood in offering to the lowly creature devouring your holiness.Â
âSukuna,â you choked out. Your fingers dug into his shoulder and fisted in his hair, pulling him closer to the old, scarred mark left there by him a decade ago. ââKuna, I needââÂ
The boss laughed low, but with fluttery, manic high tones warped throughout. âNeed me to bite you? Mark you mine again?â He taunted. His nails dug into your soft side as he fucked into you harder, lifting your waist up to meet his brutal angle as his base started to swell. âI wanna hear you say itâsay you need it, you want it. Say you need me to fill your guts every fucking night. Say I'm the only one who can get you there. I'm the only oneââ his other hand grabbed your nape harder, forcing your submission further, forcing your neck to the side to present it to him.Â
Then, with a snarl, he added, âsay âI do.ââÂ
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you murmured those very words into his ear.Â
I do.Â
Sukuna's heart howled with the beast living inside him. Blood flooded his mouth when he tore into your shoulder, digging deeper than needed to brand you his again just before his pulsing knot squeezed into you and locked into place, stilling his wild rampage and holding you hostage beneath his hulking body.Â
You shifted and writhed against him, so obviously overwhelmed by such an archaic, crazed unionâyour omega must have been going wild, willing you to fight against the monster pouring his seed into you, locking you in place, taking away your autonomy. But a short, rough warning growl settled your inner self the slightest bit and straightened out your thoughts enough for your human pettiness to urge you, too, to sink teeth into flesh and mark up your alpha to complete the re-bonding.Â
Good boy. Sukuna's hips rutted against you in light pulses, attempting to jam his knot further into you to ensure you'd take everything he so graciously offered you. But every little move your bodies made together tore more hot strings of cum out of him and into your core. Apparently an eternity of not having you was culminating into this one moment.Â
You were the one to let go first. You collapsed onto your back with a loud sigh, and the crushing constriction of your thighs laxed just slightly.Â
âFuck,â you gasped, wholly content and pleased. Your hand wiggled between your bodies and rested on the still-inflating curve that your partner had oh-so loving built out of cum and obsessive dedication. âThat's gonna make a mess.âÂ
Good. Sukuna's chainsaw purr reverberated against your bloodied skin. He chewed into you further and relished in the taste and smell of you, the way it mingled with his own scent of existence and made him feel so irrevocably whole.Â
Your fingers laced through his hair as you laughed. âOi, let go already. Your knot's not gonna go down for like thirty minutes. I'm not going anywhere.âÂ
Your mate obliged, dislodging his chunky fangs from you and lapping at the wound dutifully until the bleeding staunched. Next, he got to work leaving an array of dark hickies and light bites all over your neck and shoulder, just in case the gnarly bite mark wasn't enough to ward off idiots who thought they had a chance with you. He grumbled at the mere idea of it.Â
âSo?â You cooed, running your hands up and down his muscled shoulders. âWhat do we do for half an hour?â
Sukuna scoffed. He tried to pull out just a bit, just to see if he was seriously locked in there, and you spat a vile hiss his way, your nails digging into him at the same time. And, fuck, you were tightâ
âFuck.â He didn't think this through.
-- DRABBLES --
âYou're dumb as fuck, you know that?âÂ
âAh, such romantic words to hear from my wife.â
âHusband, jackass.âÂ
Sukuna managed to open his eyes through the pounding of his head. God, he felt like shit. But that probably came with the territory of getting shot point-blank before bailing out of a moving car on the highway. Honestly, he was lucky only one car hit him when he hit the pavement.Â
Still, it was bad enough to warrant him a ticket to the hospital. Uraume worked behind the scenes, ensuring their boss got a private room and that the police would stay the fuck away if they knew what was good for them, and it all somehow worked out. Uraume was definitely a sorcerer of sorts.
âCan you save it for home? Fucking hell,â Sukuna groaned, letting his eyes fall shut again. âToo tired to argue.âÂ
âThat's a first,â You huffed, and marched up to his side, sitting down in the cozy seat waiting for you. Your careful touch prodded at his hand gently, as if assessing the damage, guestimating if you could hold his hand without hurting him, but he made the choice for you. He caught your hand weakly, and you held him safe with both of yours.Â
âMissed you,â he grumbled, squeezing back lamely. âHave fun on the trip at least?â
âYeah, until I heard what happened.â You sighed, watery and warbled. âI shouldn't have left. You're too stupid to survive alone.â
Sukuna laughed, then coughed. He felt you tense. âF-Fuck you, little shit. I'm fine.â
âYou got shot.â
âBeen shot before.â
âJumped out of a car.â
âI've jumped outta faster.â
âThen got hit by another car.â
âThat was a first.â
You sighed to fight back either a sob or ill-placed laughter, or maybe both. âThis is so fucking ridiculous. Never make me take a vacation again. I can't be off fucking around in Hawaii when my baby daddy's getting hit like it's GTA.âÂ
âChrist, I alreadyââ he paused, though, and cracked an eye open to look at you. âWhat did youâŚâÂ
He lost his words when he saw you. Your skin glowed in a way he hadn't had the luxury to see before. Your face looked rounder, too, like you'd put on a little bit of weight since you'd been gone. But your scentâyour usual sweet, full-bodied scent of flowery coffee was cranked up to a trillion. If Sukuna's nose wasn't busted, he would've noticed the way it filled up the room, and he might've noticed how his own scent rose to meet it in greeting. Something strange was happening.Â
âOh. Right. UhâŚâ you cleared your throat and hastily tucked some hair behind your ear. You looked a little bit lost for words too, in all honesty. âIâm pregnââ
Sukuna sat up. You barked at him to lay down, your voice rising a few octaves when something that was probably important dislodged from his wrist as he reached forward when you stood. And you froze when his palm pressed against your stomachâa natural, maternal thing to do. Sukuna remembered when he caught your cat for you when she was trying to dart out the door whilst pregnant, and how she froze dead in her tracks when his hand caught her by her kitten-filled stomach, and let him carry her back inside.Â
But this was different. This wasnât his partnerâs catâs kittens he was feeling, it was yours. His. A shared little nugget doing its best to grow big for its expectant mamaâand now expectant papa.Â
âHow long?â Sukuna rasped. When did his throat get so dry?Â
âTwo months. Ish.â You rested your hands over his again despite the awkward angle he caught you at. âI didnât know until last week. I tried to call, butââ You got obliterated and couldnât answer your phone.
âI get it. Donât gotta explain.â Sukuna gazed at your stomach a moment longer with droopy, half-lidded eyes before looking up at you as nurses burst into the room. âYouâre moving in.â
And for once, you didnât argue.Â
â
âDude, you guys can't fuck when he's pregnant! You'll crush the baby like a tin can!âÂ
You snorted and tried to cover your mouth as your tea shot out your nose. You coughed and wheezed, turning away and waving at the brothers in a desperate plea for them to not look and continue their petty argument.
Sukuna, caught between the urge to mock you and kick the shit out of his annoying little fucknut brother, sighed and rubbed his face before handing you his fancy handkerchief he kept tucked in the breast of his jacket for nothing but looks. These days, though, the damn thing had been paying its dues.Â
âYou think I'm gonna listen to a fuckinâ virgin about this kinda shit?â Sukuna quipped back as he watched you clean up before trying to take a sip of your drink again.Â
âHey, man, I'm just saying. Your dick is like a third leg.âÂ
You slammed your hand down on the table after spitting a mouthful of tea back into your cup. âYuuji. Please. Why do you even know that?âÂ
Yuuji pouted and scooted closer to you under the kotatsu. âWh--we're brothers! It's not even that weird!âÂ
âIt's weird as shit,â Sukuna offered as he reached out to rub your back.Â
âSo not weird.â His honeyed eyes locked onto the small affection the older showed you. âMan, so not fair you guys are ganging up on me now that you're, like, a thing,â Yuuji whined and let his arms and chest flop across the table like a petulant child.Â
Sukuna smirked. âJealous?â
You grumbled. âSukuna. Don't start.â
Yuuji's ears turned bright red. âJeaâwhat?! No! I like girls like Jennifer Lawrence, not--I don'tââ
âN'awe, little pup's tryna cope with losing.â Sukuna grinned wildly when Yuuji's head snapped up, pinning a deadly stare onto the older alpha. âOh? Finally grow a pair?âÂ
âSukuna,â you warned again.
âYou better shut it, dude,â Yuuji threatened next, and you knew it was a lost cause; two alpha brothers, both incredibly competitive, both pining for the same omega, spelled disaster.Â
Your partner laughed that familiar, ugly laughâthe sort that was too genuine and sounded borderline insane. âOr what? You gonna make me cryââÂ
Yuuji launched over the table in an instant, tackling his brother to the ground with a bratty snarl. You watched on, unimpressed, waiting for any signs of their wrestling turning into a serious fight, but it never came. So, you enjoyed it a bit. It wasn't everyday the two idiots played nice.Â
You rested your hands on your curved stomach while the two growled and snarled half-heartedly in their dumb attempt to subdue the other. Sukuna could've won in an instant, you both knew that, but he'd let Yuuji think he had a fighting chance for a little bit. It was part of the fun for him, letting his little brother gnaw on him like it'd do anything, letting him try to use his horrible jiu-jitsu skills on his older, bigger brother. It reminded you ofâ
âOh,â you peeped when a rowdy kick jostled your hand. It didn't come from the boys, no, it came from the tiny tot inside you.Â
The boys froze and stared at you.
âHuh? What's âoh'?â Yuuji asked through his panting and straining. Sukuna had him in a headlock, one of his hands giving a brutal noogie to the younger's head.Â
âNo, justâI think she kicked. Maybe not, I don'tââ but your expression brightened with delight when another little throw hit your hand.Â
âNo shit?â Sukuna grinned, waves of excited alpha scent rolling off of him. He face-shoved Yuuji away before sidling up next to you and pressing his palm against your stomach. You guided his touch to rest over the kicky hotspot, and sure enoughâ
Thump. Thump.
âTwo kicks for your old man, hey?â Sukuna hummed, looking so damn triumphant.Â
âHey, hey, I wanna feel!â Yuuji scrambled over like a nightmare and wiggled up on your other side, pointedly ignoring the snarl Sukuna sent his way. âCome on, it's my niece, chill out.â
Sukuna growled again, but you pulled his hand off to let Yuuji feel the little life making herself known. His eyes, too, lit up when those tiny thwacks battered his palm.Â
You looked up at Sukuna dreamily, making the other's ticked expression smooth down into just mildly-annoyed; if your omega wasn't threatened, then he wasn't going to threaten. Sukuna didn't think Yuuji would hurt you, absolutely not, but anyone who came near you, or so much as accidentally bumped into you, pissed Sukuna off, sending his over-protective instincts into overdrive. He always had to rely on you to know when not to react.
âThat's so cool!â Yuuji squeaked. âShe's seriously in there!âÂ
âWhere the fuck else would she be,â Sukuna grumped.
âDon't ruin his fun, Sukuna.âÂ
âYeah, donât ruin my fun!âÂ
âYuujiâs banned from the house.â
âWHâHEY!!â
âSukuna.â
âHeh.â
âWhat about gramps, then?âÂ
Sukuna paused. His heart stopped for a long, long moment.Â
âWhat about him?â He answered, nonchalantly as possible. âOld fuck cut me off years ago.â
âHe still cares,â Yuuji offered with a shrug. âAnd I told him about the pup ân everything.â
Sukuna frowned. âYuujiââ
âYou seriously think he doesn't give a shit? Dude, be real, the guy raised us.âÂ
âThat's generous.âÂ
âDidn't you say you were leaving everything to Yuuji and âthe old fartâ originally?â You cooed, unhelpful as ever.Â
Carmine eyes found yours. â...If he actually wants to meet herââÂ
âAwesome, Iâll let him know!âÂ
âOi, runtââ
But Yuuji jumped up and pulled his phone out, leaving Sukuna to wonder what heâd just gotten himself into while you laughed at his misery.Â
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đşHouse of Alphas Chapter 53: Let There Be Lightđş
(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )
Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.
Disclaimer: Angsty but I ainât Gege
Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou
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Shadow Curses.
When you fight them, an ominous tune begins to play. A grueling symphony that has you both fearful for your group and perplexed by the daunting harmony.
Shadow curses were more aggressive and stronger than the others. The regular curse spirits were simple mobs that you killed. Some of them range from different strengths and levels depending on where you are, but for the most part, they were just dirt off your shoulder. Sometimes you tried to run or avoid them because you didnât want to deal with them.
There were also of course the curse bosses such as Jogo, Hanami, Dagon, Mahito, and Rika, but those were bosses.
Shadow curses were like the updated trash mobs you fight when you are getting to the more difficult part of the game. You try to avoid them just because you donât want to use too many supplies and they are trickier to fight. More of an annoyance, until you learn Divine light. Then itâs easier.
You first come into contact with them one random blood moon and after that, it continues to persist throughout the game. You meet Priestest Utahime who helps you strengthen your light magic and teaches you the special move Divine light.
One thing that you are learning now is that shadow creatures consume dark magic to get their strength. You thought all of its power derived from Kenjaku or the blood moon. Now you realize this fight here is what gives it to them. The witchesâ home is their feasting grounds. You could feel the abundance amount of energy flowing through the floors alone. The energy that courses through this place is insane. If you donât do somethingâŚthe monsters will get stronger and much too powerful for even you to handle. If that happens they will consume your pack. It was like a ticking time bomb. Your curse energy was the timer. Once that runs outâŚ
Fuckity fuck- you rubbed at your throat, your voice growing hoarse from all the screaming. Your alphas still persisted as you began to drown in uncertainty.
One episode down and you are already dealing with high-level mobs. You thought all of this was going to be a cakewalk, you planned so carefully but you keep coming into contact with shit you shouldnât be fighting so soon. Your light magic isnât anywhere where it needs to be. You mainly used it to heal not fight. You didnât think you would require it till later.
âItâll be okay, donât stress out.â Toji rubbed your back gently, sensing your discomfort.
âWe will keep you safe.â Nanami added.
âIâm going to attack the barrier, thereâs only so much it can handle, step back.â Sukuna rolled his shoulders as he took his true form, ready to charge.
That was a silly idea. âNo Sukuna, you could hurt yourself.â
âThatâs why I have you to heal me back up.â Sukuna got in a crouch, as the others pulled you aside to safety.
âCan we just wait a minute-â
âThereâs no time-â
âWe can take turns too if need be â
*BAM!*
There was a loud slam, followed by scuffing and shuffling as if someone was dragging themselves along the wall. Your eyes darted to Mai who struggles to get to you, a deep scowl on her face as she bores you with the most scornful expression. Her body looks bloodied and abused. Like she had a wild dance with rocks.
âYou!â She hissed holding her gun up. âHow are you doing this!?â
âItâs not us!â Gojo scoffed.
âLet me-âYou put a hand upon Satoru and gave a look to your alphas before you rested your gaze on the beta. âMai⌠those creatures are of the shadow realm, your magic canât kill them and the witches are only feeding them, making them stronger.â You hold up your hand as it shines with white light, âI can fend them off Mai please-â
âThis is a trick! To let you out!â Mai thrust her gun forward making your alphas growl and try to stand between you and a possible bullet.
You push them aside, âMai! My betas are out there! I would do nothing to harm them! Do you understand?! And Nobara-Maki- and Todo! They are my friends! I donât want to see any of them get hurt! You have to believe me!â
Maiâs hand trembled and you heard more screams- and then it was silenced with a loud crunch. That was another life⌠gone⌠you choked on a sob, âMai! They canât defend themselves! Please! Thereâs no time for this!â
âYouâre lying!â
âI-itâs not me! If you don't let me out, they will all die fuck-â You duck down to grab a sharp rock.
âWhat are you doing-â
You didnât allow your alphas to stop you as cut your hand. Thrusting it out you offered it to Mai, âI will make a blood oath with my life-â
âThe hell you will!â You gasped feeling Nanami snatch your wrist back, you didnât mean to activate yandere Nanami but here you are, âDo you know what a blood oath is little girl?â He growled out rather upset with you. Your other alphas looked to share his sentiment.
A blood oath was more than a pinky promise. Think of it like a contract you cannot rip up. By the laws of nature, you will be held accountable.
âI-I donât know what else to do!â You whined.
âIâll make the blood oath.â Getou took the rock from you.
âNo, me!â Gojo stepped forward.
âEnough!â Mai shouted at you all. âJustâŚjust save them pleaseâŚâ She slid down the wall and with one last ounce of strength she tossed the key toward you.
Sukuna caught it with ease, turning it inward as he unlocked the gate.
âDonât you ever do something so reckless again.â Nanami gave you a pointed look, not letting you go until you agreed.
âYes sirâŚIâm sorry.â Pleased with your answer he released you. You stepped out and then pointed to Mai, âCan one of you carry her, Iâm going to need to save as much of my light magic as possible.â
Sukuna shook his head, âShe will slow us down.â
âYes, we will remember her noble sacrifice.â Gojo saluted, âThank you, Megan.â
You rolled your eyes, âSomeone pick her up and letâs go!â
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TYSM @dottedsilktie for the tag because I have an unholy amount of WIPs I need to go through đđ˝ââď¸ Anyways welcome everyone to my stream of consciousness:
One-shots:
âł Gojo x Geto angst
âł Artist!Sukuna x Reporter!Reader
âł Geto x Non Sorcerer!Reader
âł Drunk!Nanami x Reader
âł Drunk!Sukuna x Reader
âł Sukuna x Unemotive!Reader
âł Hello Kitty Fan!Sukuna
âł Cooking with Sukuna x Reader
âł Megumi reverse comfort (platonic)
âł Choso reverse comfort
âł Tarzan AU Sukuna or Choso
âł Going out with Choso
âł Ice cream/boba date with Choso
âł Baking cinnamon rolls with Choso
âł Making pizza with Choso
âł Touch starved Gojo
âł Smoker Geto/Sukuna
âł Diner date with Geto
âł Shopping with Nobara (platonic)
âł Insecure!Choso x Reader
âł Dragon!Sukuna x Knight!Reader
âł Weed Sourbelt food play Sukuna
âł Mob boss Sukuna
âł Finding a hobby with Gojo
âł Yuki x Choso x reader
âł Evil Sukuna that got awakened but isnât evil anymore x reader
âł Uncle Sukuna caring for Yuji
âł Restraunt date w Sukuna
âł Toji x Reader where the Zenin clan is lame about ur relationship
Headcanons:
âł JJK men x Foodie reader
âł Nerd!Sukuna
âł Sick!Sukuna x Reader
âł Cat Dad!Sukuna
âł Nanami x Depressed!Reader
âł Choso x Flirty!Reader
âł Toji x Crybaby!Reader
âł Yandere!Sukuna x Reader
âł Crybaby Choso
âł Sukuna x Unhinged Reader
âł Aftercare with JJK Men
âł Dad!JJK Men x Mom!Reader
âł Possessive Sukuna
Drabbles:
âł Mall with JJK men
âł Vacation with JJK men
âł Cooking with jjk men
âł Jjk men x reader crying over something dumb
âł Restaurants with JJK Men
âł How JJK men dance
âł JJK Men when reader gets sick
âł Pt 2 ^ JJK men when reader gets injured
âł JJK Men x reader trauma comfort
âł Soft smut Sukuna
âł Forehead kisses Sukuna :3
âł JJK Men x Reader w/ Financial problems
SMAU:
âł Saying goodnight at the same time
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(I donât know if you guys participate in these but if you do Iâd love a sneak peek into your works đĽšâ¤ď¸)
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RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
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TBD
How helpful is f/o in the kitchen
Pairing: Buuhan x Reader
Untitled - âThe people say you are cruel and you do nothing to change their minds. YouâŚgive them a reason to speak of you unfavorably.â
In Another Lifetime II - Shige
Untitled - There was an envy of you among the other parents in the school district.
Untitled - âHello again. Sweetie.â
My Future is With you
Saiyans going to Black y/n's family cookout
CHAPT 2. CORRUPT
Thigh Sex. - Shinjuro Rengoku
Sex Pollen. - Xeno Trunks
Swan Song
Radship week
Over a beer bottle
Untitled - "I don't get it. I did everything right, I got you to love me. Y-You love me."
In Another Lifetime II - Paras
Taint and Ravage
Neither Goku, Nor Vegeta II
I wanna feel you in my bones.
Spoils of War
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Cherry Picker.. /Devil! Sukuna x F!reader/
"Porno Style" 600 Follow Special [Additional Drabble]
⤠Warnings: Devil! Sukuna, virgin! reader, popping your cherry (lmao), spanking, teasing, ass grabs, paraphilia, biting, marking as property, rough dicking down, clit pinching, thigh riding, size kink (Sukuna kinda gloats about size), stretching, cervix bruising, gentle fingering, oral (fem receiving), male masturbation, back-breaking orgasms, breeding kink, forced creampie, multiple rounds
â¤Reader: F! virgin! reader (reader is small breasted)
â¤Plot: Devil Sukuna wants to pop that little cherry between your thighs and claim it as his~
â¤Words: 3.904k
A/n: I've been thinking about this special for a while, but I never had anything ready for it so sorry this is a little later than it was hoped to be. Honestly, I loved my "sensitive to touch" Sukuna so I decided to make this the special ^^
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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy the 600 Special!
You felt so stupid; why had you bought that book full of rituals to summon demons? What was wrong with you?
Well, when you had bought that book, you were thinking it could probably help you with your little virgin problem âand honestly, it did!
Managing to figure out the kanji for the summoning spell, write it out on your living room floor, and saying the ritual words weren't all that easy. And when it actually worked and sent you a demon, you didn't expect to fall head over fucking heels for it the moment you saw it.
He was drop dead gorgeous.
His hair was a cute shade of pink that was slicked back from his face to uncover a symbol âmuch like the ones from the bookâ with a black strip that ran across the bridge of his nose. Deep red eyes that made you feel small and useless, but also like an endearing snack waiting for him to feast upon.
You had even choked when you saw the tattoos that ran down his shoulders, chest, and abs. Even had some on his arms that ran from his shoulders to his wrists in black ink. He wore his rather normal looking clothes like he was a mob boss ready for a fight with a rival gang in the alleyways of Tokyo, like you saw in the news.
A thin silver chain hung from his neck that rested on a white button down that exposed his collarbone slightly, thanks to the two undone buttons on his chest. Even his pants hugged his thighs like they were going to shred into a bunch of pieces at any moment.
Right at that moment, you wondered if he could help your problem, and he could..
..but for a small price.
"I get to claim you as mine," The devil stated, like it was not a problem.
Gosh, he even sounds like a mob boss.
"Once I do your bidding for the day, I claim your soul and return to the underworld. I'll come back when I please and have my way with you; that's the deal."
"Like a boyfriend?" You asked, sitting on the living room floor with your feet underneath you.
Large black wings stretched behind him while his tail, similar in color, whipped around and curled around his ankle and he sat up and rested his weight on his knees and elbows. A wicked smirk played his plump lips as he answered your weak question.
"Yes, like a boyfriend, sweetheart."
Stealing a glance behind you, the devil smiled when his eyes landed on the book. "Summoning a devil to do your dirty work isn't easy, princess. I might even be willing to do more than just one simple favor."
"Oh, I don't want you to do anything bad!" You said, blinking a few times. "There's just a little thing I want taken care of that doesn't require someone's soul being eaten, or something."
The devil's head tilted, confusion written all over his beautiful face until he took a deep breath and smelled it. The aroused smell humans give off when they're in a lusted frenzy; but he doubted it was you that gave off this energy.
You looked so pure and hopeful, despite summoning a demon, without a care about such means.
"..What's your favor, little one?" He asked, he eyes narrowing as he did so. Standing up to look around your small apartment, he walked around like he owned the place with his hands held neatly behind his back.
"I was.. uhm," You started, heat creeping into your cheeks as you stood to sit on the couch.
How would you say it, something so vulgar and obscene? But, asking the devil to do this one thing would probably be the easiest part in this whole transition. Taking a deep breath, you put your hands on your knees and closed your eyes.
"I was wanting you to.. t-to make love.. with me."
Oh great heavens that was cheesy.
"Make love?" Turning his head, the demon quirked a brow at your words and chuckled. "You want a quick fuck? That's why I'm here?"
"D-Don't say it like that, but in simple terms, yes and no."
Nodding his head, the devil took a few steps towards you, releasing his hands from behind his rear and letting them slip into his pockets. Even the sway of his hips as he walked towards you made you heart flip, and it was embarrassing you to no end once he dipped his head down and fanned a cold breath to your ear.
"Does the little princess want her new demon daddy to make her feel good?"
The blatant words made your tummy curl in on itself; so lewd and brazen. But slowly, you nodded and the demon's smile only widened, his tail giving a little wag at this which you found rather adorable.
"Before we do this," The devil said as he stood up again, removing his hand from his pocket and holding it out for you to take it.
"I must know where your bedroom is, if you want to 'make love' as you say."
Taking his hand, you stood and realized just how much bigger he was than you. His chest even was huge, and it made you a small and flustered mess as you gently pulled him to your room in the back. Once you got inside the confined space, the devil sat himself on your bed for loud creaks to erupt from the mattress.
"Oh that's very interesting," He chuckled, laying back and spreading himself from the knee up on the bed. "Such a loud bed, I love it."
Blushing, you couldn't help but think his figure was otherworldly. Even with his shirt on, you could tell he was fit âhell, even his thighs could squeeze your faceâ almost like a God.
"Now, before we begin," He suddenly said, interrupting your thoughts. "I need to know if this has been done before, sexually."
"What do you mean?"
The devil sat up again, gently pulling you closer by your small hand and rested his hands on your hips. Tracing your delicate curves like you could shatter at any moment as he looked up at you.
"If you've had sex before, of course."
And even if you didn't answer him, he knew you haven't by the blush creeping onto your cheeks. He knew it even from the beginning that you were a virgin, though he denied your request to take your virginity since you seemed so innocent.
Guess he was wrong for once.
"Here, undo your pants and remove them," He ordered, though his voice was rather calm and made it sound like a suggestion.
You did as you were told and removed them, climbing into the bed next to the demon. "C-Can I know your name?"
An astonished look flashed over the man's face before it was wiped away with another smirk.
"I'm Sukuna Ryomen, princess."
Pressing your small figure into the mattress, the demon known as Sukuna, now hovered over you as he undid his shirt. More and more of his fit form was exposed before you could see his shoulders and torso that were covered in tattoos. You didn't even know a demon could look so handsome beyond the shirt, since they looked so nasty in horror movies, but you weren't about to complain.
"You don't have to be so scared, princess." Sukuna smiled, warm and gentle as he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his belt.
"You can touch me too, I'm in a good mood so I won't make you pay too much for my services."
Your heart skipped beats, your small fingers tracing over the male's belt before Sukuna began undoing it. With widened eyes, you watched as Sukuna's boxers came into view as his pants were tossed to your bedroom floor.
Sukuna lifted your small body up and sat you in his lap, your clothed pussy grinding into his thigh in moments as you held onto his shoulders. He chuckled at this, tracing the dip in your hips with his thumbs before a hand reached around and grabbed a handful of your ass. He let out a guttural groan before leaning into your neck and leaving kisses on your skin, each one as soft as the last until he gripped your hips and pressed you down.
The sudden shiver sent up your spine made your back arch into Sukuna's chest slightly as your thighs pressed around his.
"Oh? Did you like that?" He asked, making a small bite mark on your collarbone before kissing up again. "Go on, keep riding my thigh."
It's not like Sukuna could stop you as you did, it felt so good that you didn't know if you wanted to. Riding his thigh was hitting your clit perfectly and you couldn't help but let a few moans slip up.
"Fucking hell," Sukuna groaned again, grabbing your ass and squeezing. "Gotta get this shirt off of you, I want to suck on your tits."
"You're so lewd, Sukuna." You said as Sukuna's hands lifted your shirt and exposed your breasts.
And this is where you felt embarrassed to have small breasts. You hadn't ever really cared up until now, but having Sukuna's eyes on them made you feel self conscious. He traced his large hand over them easily, cupping the small bubble in his hand and bent down to kiss your nipple.
"Mm.." He let out a soft moan, licking his lips and letting them envelop your nub in his mouth.
"A-Agnn!!" You squealed, hands finding Sukuna's nape quickly as you shut your eyes and whimpered. "Wh-What're you-?"
"Sucking on them. What? Haven't played with these cute, little tits before either?"
Your flushed face and eyes teary answered his question quick.
"Here, stop grinding for a moment," Sukuna said, rolling the both of you over onto your back.
The new position left you breathless, seeing Sukuna's tinted cheeks and eyes that were coated in lust made your heart spin. But soon, your back was arching as Sukuna trailed kisses down your chest and towards your warm sex. It was embarrassing to feel how wet you had gotten from just a few kisses and grinding, but you couldn't help it.
Sukuna though, didn't seem to complain, but rather praised you.
"Such a dirty little girl you are, huh?" He teased, pulling your panties off and kissing your abdomen.
Making his way down your thighs and the outer parts of your nethers, Sukuna rubbed small circles into your thighs. Finally, with one final look up at you, Sukuna plunged into your pussy. Kissing and sucking on your leaking clit and letting your thighs press against his face as you squealed and moaned at his lips and tongue.
It was almost like you were in heaven, feeling things you've only seen in porno's that you'd watch on long nights. Even looking down at Sukuna to see his eyes trained on yours, it was like you were living every virgin's fantasy.
Having a hot man like him eating you like his final meal, making your pussy quiver with want and delving deeper, running a finger against your slit. Making a warmth fill your tummy and twitch like you never have in your life.
It was so new and it felt so good, you wanted more.
"M-More... please, I-I want more~" Your voice cooed, sending blood straight to the devil's cock and making him groan into your pussy.
"You want more?" He asked, playing dumb to tease you a little. Sukuna wanted nothing more than to hear you plead and beg for a release, to cum, to feel his cock inside you; anything.
Your quick nodding, followed by a rather loud moan, made Sukuna smile and stick his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth. Drooling on them and even sucking on them to lube them up as best as he could, only for you to see him do this and then feel them press against your hole.
"Want daddy to finger you?" He asked, pressing them farther until they pushed past your little barrier without warning.
His fingers dove into your soft walls, pumping roughly and forcing moan after moan until your clit twitched and you arched your back. Whimpering more pleas until you squirted all over Sukuna's face, a cry leaving you as your vision got fuzzy and your orgasm washed over you in a rush.
"That's it, feel good for me," Sukuna cooed, sucking on your clit and drinking all your cum like it was his favorite drink at a bar. "Gods, you taste so fucking good; you're so tight too, can't want to stuff you full of me."
This made you blush, tear up and whimper all in one go.
Imagining the power of Sukuna's thrusts and the girth in your mind made you all sorts of aroused, and Sukuna could tell. Hell, the look written on your face made him sure of it. You wanted a good dicking down by him, have his dick so far inside you didn't even know if you were numb or feeling it all.
"Spread your legs a little more," Sukuna's voice was gentle yet firm, spreading your legs and making himself situated before reaching down and hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of his underwear.
He gave a gentle tug before his length sprung out and slapped his abdomen. Even his cock was pretty to look at, and you knew damn well that Sukuna knew how to use it.
"By the look on your face, you seem to enjoy it," Sukuna suddenly said, as if he had read your mind. "It's nice and long for you to feel it all and stretch you out real good."
As he spoke, he pulled his boxers down and began pumping himself with his hand. The wet sounds that were created as he did this only fueled the fire in your tummy and core, watching Sukuna's hand squeeze and fap to nothing but your scent and pussy alone. It was so pornographic to watch, you almost felt like an only-fan and blushed when a mewl escaped you.
"What? Don't like getting teased?" Sukuna asked, pressing his thumb against the small slit that was leaking pre. "I'll tease myself a little too, then, okay?"
You pressed your thighs against each other, covering your mouth with your hands like you were a little girl again. Eyes were glued to Sukuna's pumping fist, watching his abs tighten and dick twitch with every pump as he strokes grew faster and longer. When Sukuna pressed his forehead against your's though, you finally got a look at his face.
He looked winded, flustered, and all around a sexy mess. Sukuna's brows were knitted together and sweat was collecting in the roots of his hairline, even his tattoos looked like they shined.
"S-Sukuna.. I-" You could say anything, it was so good to watch, but you wanted to be Sukuna's hand so badly.
You wanted to be the one to squeeze and feel Sukuna's cock and to make him cum, not his hand. You didn't even know if he was going to stay after one round, but you wanted to make it worth the time spent.
"Wh-What?" He asked, eyes glued to your thighs and the little space between them. Watching your slick pool with lust, getting off to the arousal that was pouring into the bedsheets.
He wanted to see it full of cockâ his cock âforever, being pumped full of his babies and making little half-demon spawn.
"Want me to pump you full? Make you my cute little human cock sleeve?" He asked, voice hoarse as his gaze turned to yours. "Is that it? Do you want daddy to fuck you and make your bed break?"
Oh my God- "M-Mhm.."
Without hesitation, Sukuna lifted you up and rolled over onto his back. Looking from below you now as you pressed your small hands to his chest and let out a little yelp. Sukuna chuckled and squeezed your soft hips, angling you to where your clit was rubbing against his cock's head and groaned.
"Fuck, I want to be inside you," The devil's eyes gleamed at those words, like he was praying for your pussy to wrap around him rather than just saying dirty things. "Bet that sweet pussy feels amazing; probably a little mini heaven just for me."
Reaching down, Sukuna grabbed himself by the base while making eye contact with you. Maintaining it when he pressed his mushroomed tip against your slick folds, pushing past the small barrier until you let out a small sob.
"Does it hurt?" Sukuna asked, stopping your body from slamming down onto him.
"M-Mhm.. it stings.." You whimpered, looking down past your breasts and to your connecting middles.
Sukuna pulled you down by your neck, pressing those amazingly soft lips to your own and humming. So warm and comforting that kiss was. It sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy clench on Sukuna's cock, a grunt leaving him when you did this and a feral grin created small dimples in his cheeks.
"You like getting kisses from me, huh?" He asked, nibbling on his lower lip and a groan leaving him. "Shitâ gonna make daddy cum if you keep squeezing me like that, babygirl."
"I'm s-sorry, Sukuna.." You mewled, your lower half enveloping more and more of Sukuna's girth inch by painstaking inch. "Y-You're just so good at kissing, and your.. y-your part is- it's so big!"
Taking your chin in his hand, he pressed his thumb against your cheek while the rest of his fingers pressed against it's opposite, a loving smile leaving the demon before he let out an amused chuckle.
"Such an innocent little human you are~" He teased, releasing your face and joining his other hand at your thighs. Squeezing and kneading the soft, sensitive plumps of flesh.
"You're so drunk on me that your lust could overflow into my fucking soul. So desperate for a good fuck that you're practically sobbing for it. And what's worse? Not even saying thank you for giving you this cock when I could've left long ago. So rude of you!"
Without warning, Sukuna plunged you down on his cock. A sharp sensation shooting from your core to your brain, a yelp followed by a moan left you at the sudden drop. The full feeling in your gut making you sob as Sukuna said, looking down and seeing a little bump in your tummy.
"Would you look at that," Sukuna chuckled, seeing the bulge in your gut and smirking devilishly. "Take a guess what that is, sweetheart."
You shook your head, your lips tightly sealed while your eyes were shut tight. Mewls desperate to escape you as Sukuna pressed down on the bump and stroked it with his warm palm.
"That's my cock âmy demonic corruptionâ inside that cute, little tummy of yours. It looks so good, I might want to make it bigger with my babies pumped inside of you."
Lifting up your body, Sukuna watched as his cock pummeled into your little hole with every thrust inside. Your small nether lips stretched to accommodate his large girth with a tight grip, slicking up the thick meat like it was drooling over the pain.
"S-Sukuna!" You gasp, brows knitting together in an upward angle as you bounced in Sukuna's lap. "I-I didn't know it felt so.. s-so good!"
"Goddamn, babygirl.." Sukuna growled, his firm hold on your hips sure to cause a bruise. Thrusting up into your sloppy cunt like it was his given right and groaned.
His cock-head kissed your womb with every slap of skin, your arousal pooling underneath you and onto Sukuna's pelvis as you rode the devil. Waton moans spilled from your throat after some coaxing and soon you were howling for more. More of Sukuna's cock, more of this warmth filling your gut, to cum.
You just wanted more of it.
"I'm gonna cum, S-Sukuna..!" You sobbed, your pussy clenching around the demon. Back arching until you looked down and saw something leaking from your connected nethers.
But before you could inspect further, Sukuna reached down and pressed a finger against your abused clit. Pinching the squirting bud and circling and pressing it like it was a T.V remote button. Squealing, your face heated up at the sudden sensation and grinded your hips down into Sukuna's palm.
"Go ahead âfuck, aghâ cum on daddy's cock," Sukuna ordered, thrusting up into your warm mound again and forcing a whimper to leave you.
He enjoyed this. Watching your small human tits bounce, see your thighs clenching around his as you rode his cock like a slut. It was so fucking hot and lewd, he thought that he was blushing.
"C'mon, good girl," He teased. "Make a demon blush."
With that, you arch your back and let out a cry. Repeating Sukuna's name like it was a prayer to God himself as you rode out your high, coming down from it as Sukuna rolled you over and pressed you into the damp bed sheets and pillows. Feral kisses were shared as Sukuna began rolling his hips against yours, the sloppy sounds of Sukuna's cum mixing and swirling around in your pussy embarrassing you to no end.
"Such a tight little cunt," Sukuna groaned against your lips, eyes remaining closed as he hung his head over your shoulder to mutter more quiet dirty talk into your hot ear.
"Bet no one's going to make you feel like this, yeah? Even the devil himself would cry for a pussy like this, but it's mine now. Mine. Mine. Mine."
Crying into his shoulder, you mumbled and sobbed in agreement until you came again. Squeezing Sukuna like you wanted to be bred, and you didn't even know if that was you or the pleasure talking, but you begged for it.
Begged for Sukuna to claim you, mark you, make you his.
And Sukuna couldn't be a happier demon.
Watching your little pussy clench around him as juices leaked from around him. Pumping your red pussy full until you squirted again and again, Sukuna bellowing out a laugh.
"So fucking happy you summoned me," He blurted out, back arching as the knot in his gut tightened. "So glad I got the best pussy in the nine rings of fucking Hell!"
With a final load, Sukuna let out a roar as a broad smile took over his face and he laughed manically. Never have you seen a man laugh as he came, but you didn't care. You were too fucked out of your mind to care, seeing nothing but a hazy red glow look down at you.
Soon, Sukuna's soft lips enveloped yours and he rested his weight on you. Tapping your calves until you wrapped your legs around his waist and he panted. Kissing the marks on your neck and collarbone, resting his balled fists on either side of your head and letting you hold him.
He wasn't used to this sudden affection swelling in his chest, but he didn't care. He got to claim a virgin in his time in Hell, at least he thought.
Wait, I'm not in love. Is something he often asked himself as he visited...
And he was always wrong when he assumed no.
a/n: Hope you enjoyed you filthy readers! Sukuna being in love is just something that's going to be too often on here and Ik for damn sure that I have some readers that want some dark and taboo shit. If there's anything like that you want, just ask through my requests so that it's easier ^^
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Omgs how about mafia gojo x fem reader????
For most of your adult life, you've been called the unluckiest lucky bastard that ever lived.
Yours is a city run by the mob, they own most of the force, and the two competing leaders regularly go out of their way to fuck each other.
One is rather open about his life, his identity: Sukuna.
The other is rather more secretive, and goes only by The Six Eyes.
It's this man that decides just how lucky you are.
As a child of ten, you pushed a little boy out of the road, avoiding a moving vehicle. These days you can guess that you'd interfered with a mob hit, at the time, you thought you'd just saved a boy.
Younger than you, possessing the most striking blue eyes you've ever seen and hair as pure white as fresh snow.
Gojo Satoru, The Six Eyes.
For saving his life, Satoru put you on top of the "no touch" list. The mob not only didn't mess with you, they'd go out of their way to protect you.
After years of drive-by's missing you by inches, bank robberies leaving you untouched, you've grown into a rather exasperated individual.
You rarely visit the boss himself, as he's always telling you, he just doesn't have time, and as a single woman with a full time job, neither do you; but after the month's 19th incident, you have words for the snowman.
'Gojo, what the fuck do you call that?!' You barked, stepping out of the golden elevator leading into his penthouse.
The man himself is folded onto his antic loveseat, swirling a glass of brandy. 'Look who finally decided to drop in. I'm surprised it took this long to get your attention, doll.'
'Oh you sure as shit got my attention, you ass.' Lips pressed in a thin line, you dropped into the arm chair across from him. 'Nineteen? What the fuck did you want from me that you couldn't just send someone to the apartment.'
'You said you didn't want me to do that.' He pouted childishly, big blues peeking over the round edges of his sunglasses.
Who the fuck wears sunglasses at 10pm?
Gojo freaking Satoru.
'Since when do you do what I say?'
'So... you want me to send the boys to pick you up whenever I wanna see you?'
'Hell no! You seem to forget I have a job to work. Already got me fired once.'
Gojo taps his chin, faking a thought. If you know anything about him, he doesn't do much thinking on the spot. He plans, thinks ahead, and it's infuriatingly efficient.
'I have a solution,' smug grin in place, painfully, utterly charming, he slides his glasses down the bridge of his nose. 'Just gimme your number.'
'Fuck you.'
'Feel free.'
You roll your eyes, he doesn't mean it, he's never meant it. Gojo had been your first, and you swore you'd never touch him like that again with the way he treated you back then. You were both young and dumb, but he was younger, and dumber.
These days, you'd like to think you know better, even if he still doesn't look a day over twenty.
'No, you know why.' Your jovially exasperated tone drops, replaced with just how tired you are of this game. 'Stop with the games. I'm going home.'
Before you can even take a step, Gojo is on his feet, tall frame towering over you. 'Wait, please don't leave.'
Did he just...did he just say please?
Eyes going wide, you gaped up at the most genuine expression of heartbreak you've ever seen. Glasses discarded, he looks you straight in the eye as if he can peer into your very soul.
'I'm...sorry. I know I fucked up when we were kids, I know I'm the damn mob boss and you don't want anything to do with me or this life.' Big hands tremble as he takes hold of each of yours, never have you seen him look so shaken. 'I should let you go, I should have let you go back then... but I can't. No one's ever going to replace you, and I'm a selfish bastard who won't take no for an answer.
A lie? A manipulation, all to get back in your pants because he sees you as a challenge all over again?
Maybe, is there really any way to tell?
'Please, I'll give you the whole damn world.' He pleads, cupping your cheek painfully gently. 'Please, please stay.'
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Tell it to my heart
Here's to the one with the scorching stare of love, blood, and vengeance. Eyes killer cold, blue and bare.
pairing: Gojo Satoru x f! reader AU - Mafia
warnings: angst, implied abuse, injuries, blood, alcohol, death, suicide, drug usage, addict, recovery, smut, gore, violence, trauma, guns, abuse, sex, overstimulation, rape threats, murder
Authorâs note: This fanfiction is going to be a slow build story with an irregular upload scheme. I am not sure when I will be able to update. I might upload multiple chapters in a single week or not upload for a few weeks. It depends on what my daily schedule is and it is very dynamic. This story is for a mature audience and will have a lot of problematic themes. If this is triggering to you, please refrain from interacting with this story. The content warning is for the entire story and not just for this chapter. Again, I cannot emphasize enough, this is a slow burn story. In this story, you will find some changes in mannerisms among characters. Gojo Satoru will be smoking and drinking. Yuji and Sukuna will be 2 different people but are related by blood. The main reason is, I do not see Yuji being part of a Mafia unless he had no other choice. The cursed spirits will be human in appearance.
Chapter 10 â Envy
Back in your room, you look at all the shopping bags you had carried with you. Gojo had one job. One job. To get you a pair of clothes to go back home. Instead, it seemed like he went on a shopping spree. His reasoning â Youâll need these for the trip.
You open a suitcase and begin packing. You were asked to pack for a week. You put in your clothes and then peep into the shopping bags that Gojo gave. Dresses, Bikini, Lingerie, make up⌠Everything you could think of was there including flip-flops and sunscreen. You looked at the bikini and lingerie he shopped for you and blushed. Some of these lingerieâs left very little to the imagination. You discretely pack them up and close your suitcase. For your flight, you took a small laptop bag which fit your laptop, tablet, some files, your passport, and 2 books. You dressed in a pair of leggings and a hoodie. As usual, you tied your hair into a ponytail and wore running shoes. While dressing up, you notice several marks on your body. You curse at the platinum-haired menace for screwing you over like this.
âYo, are you done packing???â You hear Sukuna outside your door.
âYes!! I am coming.â You pick up your suitcase and walk out of your room.
âSo⌠I am bringing the boys with meâŚâ Sukuna rubs the back of his head. âSince it isnât mob business and all.â
âThe boys?â You raise your eyebrow.
âYeah, the Fushiguro brat and my brother. Thought they could use a vacation.â
âIf it isnât mob-related, why are you coming?â You cross your arm.
âBecause I am Gojoâs head of security. Duh.â Sukuna rolls his eyes.
âAs long as they arenât in any danger, thatâs fine by me.â You close the door behind you.
âLet me carry this.â Sukuna picks up your suitcase and walks ahead.
âI can do that myself, you know.â You try to match his pace.
âYeah, yeah. Whatever. Weâre going to go in 3 cars. 1st car would be Me and the brats with a driver. The car in the middle would be Gojo and you with one of my men and the car behind would be 3 of my men.â He explains as the two of you get down the staircase. âWeâll be meeting Utahime and her men at the airbase.â
âUtahime is joining as well?â Your ears perk up at her name.
âYes, sheâs mostly in charge of business operations and new ventures.â He pushes the main door open and you see 3 cars waiting in the front yard.
You head to the car in the middle to see Gojo already in the backseat, working on his laptop. You enter the car and sit on the other side of him.
âAll set?â He asks without looking at you.
âYeah.â You nod.
âGood. I know weâre there for business but try to have fun when you can, yeah?â He looks away from his screen for a split second to smile at you.
âOkay, boss!â You salute and giggle at him as the car begins to move forward.
The ride to the airbase was quiet. You were busy sorting and setting up Gojoâs schedule for the week in Melbourne. Most of his evenings were free. You assumed that Utahimeâs schedule would be similar to his in some manner.
The car pulls over a little away from the charter plane. You get off the car and Gojo follows.
âOi (y/n)! This is perfect! We can now move your practice to the ocean.â Yuji raises his thumb at you.
âUm. No thanks..â You refuse. You werenât going to swim on the beach for two reasons. One, you were not confident with your skills, and two, because of all the hickeys Gojo left on your breasts and thighs.
âYeah, brat! Let her relax, she can probably sunbathe or something while you goof off on the beach.â Sukuna smacks Yujiâs head.
Soaking up some sun did sound good to you but it was out of the question.
âLooks like theyâre here,â Megumi mumbles as you see two cars approach the plane.
The cars stop a few meters away from the plane. Utahime gets out of the car and 3 men follow suit. You groan internally as you see Shin was one of the men with Utahime. You see him grin at you and you smile back at him to be polite.
Sukuna nudges you with his elbow and smirks at you and you roll your eyes at him.
âYouâre late, Utahime. Come on, donât keep me waiting like this.â Gojo teases her.
âShut up, you annoying idiot.â She shakes her head and hugs you. âI am glad that youâre joining. I wonât have to deal with him all by myself.â
âMeanie.â Gojo sticks his tongue out at her.
âHello (y/n)!â Shin smiles at you, showing off his dimples.
âHello, Shin!â You greet him back.
Gojo ushers all of you to enter the plane and take a seat. You enter the plane to see Gojo sitting with Utahime. They had to discuss some plans and wanted to make the most of their time. Sukuna sat with one of his men and towards your left, Yuji and Megumi sat together. They had their phones out and were playing some multiplayer game.
You take a seat by them on the opposite side of the aisle. You sat by the window and plugged in your headphones. The pilot makes a few announcements about the weather and the arrival time. You put on your seatbelt and start playing some music. The plane takes off the runway and is soaring among clear blue skies. You unbuckle your seatbelt as the sign goes off and pull out a book to read. You didnât know how long it had been since you had been flying. You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you pull out your headphones and look at the person who interrupted you.
âOh, Shin! Is everything okay?â You close your book after placing a bookmark.
âMind if I sit here for a while? I had something to talk to you about.â He looked at the empty seat beside you.
âUm.. Yeah⌠Sure..â You reply.
He takes a seat beside you and sighs. âAbout last night⌠I am sorry, (y/n). I was drunk. You looked uncomfortable around Yabe and me. I am sorry you felt that way. I didnât mean to pressurize you, I just wanted to help you unwind. I felt like you could use it.â
âUhhâŚâ You werenât sure how to respond to his apology.
âI know better now. Can we⌠Can we just pretend that it didnât happen? I would like to start over. We were having such a great time getting to know each other.â He looked at you with hopeful eyes. It was like watching a puppy.
âYeah, I guess.â You sigh. âI mean, yeah I think I can look past it.â
âGreat! I am really happy to hear you say that. I really like you and would like to see where this goes.â He reaches for your hand.
You pull your hand away from him. âShin, I am not⌠I am not looking for anything. I think youâre a nice guy and I would appreciate it if we could be just friends.â
âOh⌠Oh⌠Yeah⌠That works for me. I am sorry for coming off as too forward.â He rubs the back of his head. âWe can be friends.â
âThatâs fine. I am just making things clear.â You smile.
âIf you donât mind me asking, is it something that I did? I mean we were hitting it off so well.â He asks.
âOh no no.. It is just me. I am not ready for anything serious in my life right now.â You reassure him.
âWhy is that?â He tilts his head.
âI mean⌠UhâŚâ You try to phrase it in a way that did not give it away. After all, you agreed to Gojoâs condition. âItâs just that I have a lot on my plate right now. I am not in the headspace for it.â
âUnderstandable⌠Unfortunate, but understandable.â He sighs.
âI am sorry.â You mumble.
âDonât be. You are honest. I respect that.â He smiles. âSo you were telling me about your college degree, tell me more about it.â He digressed.
The two of you talk about your lives for a while and he leaves to use the washroom. You stretch in your seat. You were tired, and you leaned your head against the window and close your eyes for a bit.
The plane hitting the tarmac woke you up. You found yourself nuzzled against Shinâs shoulder. You quickly move away and look around. You were disoriented as the plane moved along the runway. You looked down to see that your seatbelt was fastened.
âYou were asleep and we were about to land, so I .. I hope you donât mind.â Shin explains.
âThanks, you should have woken me up.â You try to set your hair.
He doesnât respond back. The plane slowly comes to a halt. You are seated for a few more minutes before you get the signal to leave. It was already dark outside.
Shin leaves first and then you follow him. You see multiple cars waiting for all of you on the runway.
âWeâre going to use the same formation that we used before.â Sukuna orders all the staff. âunless, (y/n), wants to change her seat.â He winks at you.
âI am fine.â You glare at him. He was being a child. You glance at Gojo who was busy texting on his phone. He looked expressionless.
You enter the car and Gojo sits on the other side.
âSlept well?â Gojo smirks. âThat shoulder did look pretty comfortable, didnât it (y/n)?â
âShutupâŚâ You roll your eyes.
âI mean, I am sure he enjoyed it. You didnât forget our terms, did you?â He places his hand on your thigh.
âI know what they are. I told him that he and I are just friends.â You quickly explain.
âI donât think he got that message.â He chuckles. âIf he bothers you too much, let me know.â
âYeah, I will.â You sigh.
âWhatâs my schedule like for tomorrow?â He puts his phone back into his pocket as his hand on your thigh squeezes you.
âUm. Nothing except a phone call with Naoya Zennin at 10.00 am.â You look at his calendar on the iPad.
âPerfect. The weather is going to be great tomorrow. We can all relax at the beach.â He grins. âCanât wait to see you in those clothes that I got.â
âUh.. yeah⌠You guys can carry on. I am not coming.â You lock the iPad.
âWhy not? You donât have to swim. You can sit far away from the beach and look pretty for me.â He winks.
âBecause you marked me with hickeys all over.!!â You rub your eyebrow.
âYou bruise that easily?â His eyes widen. âYou should have told me that before. You really are a peach.â
âHow was I supposed to know all of this would happen?â You roll your eyes. âListen, you guys carry on. Iâll just binge on something in the hotel room. Thereâs no point in not enjoying good weather.â
âIf you say so.â He shrugs and gets back to texting
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The next few days pass by with Gojo and you sneaking off into each otherâs hotel rooms at night. Your lust for each other was insatiable. You almost had a close call with Yuji and Megumi trying to barge into Gojoâs suite. You hid under the bed when he entertained the young boys. You were not amused but Gojo found the whole ordeal funny. But what Gojo didnât find amusing was Sukuna and Utahimeâs attempts to get you to be alone with Shin. It was pretty obvious what the two of them were scheming for. It was painfully awkward for you as well as you did not want to lead Shin on. He was fun to be around and it was easy to talk to him. If circumstances were different, you would have probably been attracted to him but that was not the case. You found your thoughts clouded by Gojo and you knew youâd been getting too deep in your feelings that probably would not be reciprocated.
On the final day of your stay, the business associates organized a party at a resort near the beach. Everyone was present, including Yuji and Megumi. Shin kept offering to get you drinks throughout the party and you politely refused. It reminded you of Shokoâs birthday when he would do the same.
âCome on, (y/n). Share one drink with me.â He grinned, flexing his dimples.
âYeah, I really donât feel like drinking tonight.â You rubbed your arm as the warm sea breeze swept over you. Yuji looked at you with concern and you smile to reassure him.
âOne drink, it wonât change a thing. We all know that your tolerance for alcohol is pretty good. Come on, it is our last night here. Who knows when weâll see each other again?â He pleads
âShin, really. I donât feel like drinking.â You stood your ground. You thank your phone as it vibrated. Youâd gotten a message from an unknown number.
You unlock your phone and open the message. âComing to get you.â
You scrolled below to see a photo. Your fingers began to tremble as you see the familiar sinister eyes from 20 years ago. His face was rugged and scarred but the eyes still held the same malice.
â(Y/n)? Is everything okay? You look really pale.â Shin takes a step towards you.
You take a step back. âI just need some air.â You rush out of the party to the beach. Your pace caused the sand under your feet to spread everywhere. Your breaths were quick and labored. He was supposed to be in prison. Did he get out? If he did, how did he find you? How did he know how to contact you? What was going on?
âYou really are a painâ You hear Shinâs voice behind.
âShin, I am really not in the mood right now. Iâd like to be left alone, please.â You glare at him.
âOh (y/n)⌠You really think I am some hopeless idiot pining on you, donât you?â He chuckles humorlessly. âGod. Pretending to be into you was tiring.â
âW-what the fuck?â You flinch.
âYou heard me.â He walks around you. âThis charade can finally end now that you and I are finally alone. Master Geto will be really pleased indeed.â
âYouâre a member of the SnK.â You whisper. âYouâre the mole.â
âDing ding ding. 10 points for Gryffindor.â He laughs.
âAre you going to kill me, now?â You take a step back.
âMaster Geto wants you preferably⌠alive. So let's make this easy on both of us. Be a good girl and come with me willingly.â He shoves both his hands into his pockets.
âAnd if I donât agree?â
âThen I will have to take you by force, (y/n). But given the situation you are in right now, I would say that wouldnât be wise.â He runs his tongue over his lower lip.
You take in a deep breath and walk towards him. âFine.â He chuckles. âWell, that was easy.â
You stand right in front of him and he steps closer to you, inches away from you. He traces his finger against your jawline and you grimace at his touch. âSwitching loyalties like this, (y/n) you really are scum.â He grabs your jaw and pulls your face closer to his.
You raise your leg and kick him in the groin. He lets go of you and gasps for air.
You turn around quickly and bolt towards the party. You had walked quite some distance away from the resort.
âYOU BITCH!!â You hear him yell behind you. You donât turn around and keep moving forward. You had to make it inside and this would be over.
You fall down as you feel a huge weight slam into you from the back, knocking the air out of your lungs. Your mouth is filled with sand and you cough it out as you struggle against the weight pinning you down.
âYou had to make this difficult, didnât you?â Shin growls as he tries to pin you down. You feel something sharp sting your arm. He flips you around to make you face him. You claw against his face, marking him with your nails. He grunts trying to pry your hands away. You look at the syringe lodged in your arm.
âWhat did you do to me???â You struggle against him.
âNothing that youâre unfamiliar with. Heh. Gave you some morphine to calm down. You can feel its effects slowly creeping on you, right? Did you miss it? The sense of calm wrapping you and your worries slowly fading away.â He pins your arms above your head. âIn a few minutes, it should take effect and youâd be powerless.â
âYou bastard!â You whispered. You felt light-headed and tired. You knew he was right, you probably had only around another 3-4 minutes before you could feel the full effects of the morphine. You knew you were fucked.
âNow, where were we, (y/n).?â He caresses your face. âAh yes, I need to get back at you for the stunt you just pulled. Where do I start? Master Geto wanted you alive but he didnât say you had to be unharmed⌠Do I ruin this pretty face of yours? Or do I break a finger? Or maybe dislocate a knee so that you donât run anymore? Oh yes, that seems like a better idea â AHH.â
You no longer feel the weight of Shin on you. You slowly try to sit up, your head spinning, your eyes slowly nodding off. You try to push the sensations away from you, to stay present in the moment. You see two men over Shin. A pink-haired boy along with a messy dark-haired boy. âYuujii â Guumi..â You mumble.
âMegumi, look after (y/n)! Something is wrong with her. What did you do to her, you bastard?â You hear smacking sounds and groans.
â(Y/n)⌠(y/n)⌠Stay focused. Eyes on me.â Megumi held you upright as you could barely stay seated without support.
âSo tiired, need to rest⌠good boy guumi.â You try to pat his head and fail miserably.
âYuji. You need to stop. Heâs unconscious!â You hear Megumi yell at Yuji while still holding onto you.
âHe tried to hurt (y/n)? Am I just supposed to let him go?â
âHeâs not going anywhere. Call Gojo or Sukuna. We need help. To carry him and to see whatâs wrong with (y/n)!â Megumi orders.
âM okayyy⌠â Your speech is slurred at this point and your eyes were closing.
âI think it has something to do with this.â Megumi pulls the syringe out of your arm. You barely felt anything at this point. You sigh as you relax in Megumiâs arms. A peaceful, calm wave washed over you and you wanted to relish it. Familiar sinister eyes bore into your mind but were immediately pushed aside as you were euphoric.
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The basement smelled damp as if it hadn't been used for months. The lights were dim and a bloodied man was seated in the middle of the room with his arms tied to the back of the chair. He was an utter mess yet maintained a smug smile throughout. Youâd woken up a while ago, confused and disoriented. The morphine took about 7 hours to get out of your system. You had not seen anyone except Megumi and Utahime. The woman kept apologizing to you for putting you in that position. You knew it was a difficult time for her as well. From what youâd heard, Yuji was confined to his room as heâd gone apeshit on Shin for hurting you. After you had come down from the high, you were summoned to Shinâs interrogation. The SnK member refused to spill any information without you being present. You stood in a corner of the room looking at the injured man in the middle. His eyes never wavered from your figure.
âI am going to ask this one last time, what kind of information does Geto want from (y/n) that he thinks she got from Asami Saito?â Sukuna towered over Shin.
âCanât tell you.â He grins. âMaybe if (y/n) gives me a kiss, I might consider being more generous.â
Sukunaâs fist makes contact with Shinâs face and you hear the impact. You flinch at the sight.
âMan, Sukuna, your brother throws better punches than you do.â He chuckles as he spits the blood out of his mouth. âSee (y/n), this is what happens to people like us. This is what is in store for you. Thereâs no escaping it.â
Sukuna punches him again and you hear Shin groan. Gojoâs eyes meet yours and he shakes his head as he sees you flinch again. He walks toward Sukuna and Shin.
âThatâs enough, Sukuna. Shin, was it? Your phone has some encrypted information about something that SnK plansâŚ.â Gojo purses his lips. âWhat is Geto planning to do in Shibuya?â
For the first time, you see Shinâs eyes widen. He quickly composes himself. âWell, I am not sure what youâre talking about. Could be a party, could be a heist, could be a murder, could be anything reallyâŚâ He grins.
âYou really think youâre strong, donât you?â Gojo grabs Shinâs jaw. âYou can sit here and pretend to be strong while my men and I crush your mind, body, and spirit trying to get answers out of you. You have no idea for the world of pain that youâre about to experience.â
Shin swallows and straightens himself. âIs her pussy really that good that you want to risk it all to keep her as your fucktoy?â He smirks.
You look away in disgust as Sukuna punches Shin before Gojo could respond. âShut up, ass face.â
âOh⌠(Y/n), You really have these men whipped for you, donât you? Are you really that good? Wish I could have had a taste of it. Shame, maybe then I would have considered switching sides to you triad scum. You really have a fuckable body. If you were captured I am sure all of us would have had an amazing time taking turns with you until you were useless.â He bites his torn lip. âCanât believe that Satoru Gojo is a cunt worshipping coward.â
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. You hear four gunshots go off. Your eyes widen as you see blood pool on Shinâs chest, soaking his shirt in the red liquid. His body went limp and you see Gojoâs arm stretched with a gun. His hands clenched around the trigger.
âWHAT DID YOU DO!!!?â You scream at him. Your legs felt like jelly.
âHm.. He got what he deserved.â Gojo puts the gun in his pocket.
âYou killed him!â Your voice trembled.
âAnd?â Gojo raises his eyebrow. His eyes were cold, devoid of any emotion. It felt like you were looking at a complete stranger.
âYou killed him⌠you didnât have toâŚâ You look around to see all the men around you unfazed by what just went down. Two men untied Shinâs hand and began to take the body outside the room.
â(Y/N)⌠Letâs get one thing straight. This is my world and I play by my rules. Just because weâve fucked doesnât give you the right to tell me what to do.â He straightens his shirt. âClean this mess, Sukuna get the plane ready. Weâre going home.â
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Hey! I'm trying to finish write this (mob boss x stripper reader) story and I really can't decide which character to choose (I got to many ideasđ). This story finna be filled with drama. Who do you think should be the mob boss?
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well it depends on what anime youâre using?
jjk
toji (feel like heâs an obvious answer since iâm using him lmfaoo)
geto
sukuna
megumi (feel like itâll be an interesting plot of him being the young mafia boss thatâs been given the role due to his fatherâs death and everybody underestimate him cause heâs so damn young)
nanami (feel like heâll be the kind mafia boss but will kick some ass if he has to especially when kids and women are involved)
haikqu
ushijima (look at his face and tell me he donât give off those vibes)
kuroo
kageyama
suna
kenma
bokuto
bye i just think a lot of hq men can fill this role tbh
attack on titan
levi (bye donât let the fucking height fool you)
erwin
eren
reiner
porco
i guess it honestly depends on what anime tbh
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Icarus Drabbles (Pt.3) | Sukuna x M!Reader
W/C: 3k #NSFW, Modern AU, ABO dynamics, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, blowies are received and given, mentions of character death
tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @tr4nniez
Done Deal
âYou let me fuck you, and I'll give you anything you want.â That was his proposition. No more flirting, no more attempts to seduce you, just his obsessive pining resulting in a deal.Â
But you didn't seem too bothered sitting across the desk from none other than Ryoumen Sukuna, who lounged comfortably, puffing on a cigar like he didn't just offer to pay you for sex. Granted, it wasn't just the sex he wanted. It was more than that.Â
You took a moment before speaking. âI thought you were the kind of guy who'd take without asking.âÂ
âWho, me? Come on, sweetheart, I'm a gentleman.â Sukuna grinned and watched you wave the coils of smoke out of your face.Â
You looked him over, not betraying your thoughts. âAnd if I refuse?âÂ
Sukuna's smile simmered down, unamused with the mere concept of rejection. âI'll still get what I want. And you'll leave here penniless.â His men locked the doors loudly at the other end of the vast office, making their point. âSo? Whatâll it be?âÂ
You took a slow breath. âI want a condo. In Tokyo.âÂ
âThat's it?âÂ
âPaid in full.âÂ
âNow youâre talkin'.âÂ
You stood from your chair and walked around the desk as you unzipped your jacket. âAnd my name's going on title.âÂ
Sukuna undressed you with his eyes like the millions of times he'd done so prior. âHo? You wanna be the one to pay all the taxes, huh?â He turned his chair to you as you approached. Sukuna spread his legs wider to make room for you to stand between, but you instead boldly straddled his lap. He knew he liked you for a reason.Â
âI can forward them to you.â
âYou think I'll pay them?â One of his broad palms groped at your ass. His stomach coiled with excitement; he was going to enjoy ripping you apart.Â
âI know you will,â you hummed. Sweetly, you tilted Sukuna's chin up to get a good look at his handsome face.Â
âOh?âÂ
âMhm.â
ââN why's that?â Sukuna whispered.Â
âBecause you want to.â Your hands slipped down his neck, down to his shoulders. âBecause you think I'll come back for more.â
âI know you'll come back for more.âÂ
âIf you live long enough,â you sighed before plucking the cigar from his fingers and snuffing it out. âThese things'll kill you, you know.âÂ
Sukuna fucked you on his desk moments after. His men stayed in the room all the while, watching and shifting with unease or simmering urges of his own. He vaguely recalled taking a phone call, too.Â
So how the hell did we end up here? He had to wonder; back then, he bribed you for your affection, paid you handsomely but purposefully left you wanting more and more and more. He wanted to provide for you, in a weird, twisted way, and that was his method since, well, he wasn't ever sure he'd really get you to stay.Â
Yet there he was, waking up in a house with his husband next to him and his daughter in the crib beside you. It felt soâŚbizarrely natural. Normal. Almost like he met a need he didn't even know he had.Â
He hardly spent his nights at his casino, Malevolent Shrine, any longer. He didn't wander the floors looking for liars and easy targets for his dealers. He didn't head up to his penthouse at the crack of dawn with a new dame on his arm every night; he wanted to come here, to the home he had built to house his new family. Sukuna wanted to collapse into this bed, hear you bitch and moan about Gojo or Geto or whatever idiot employed you that day, spend time with his little pup and listen to her yip and babble about nothing and everything. He wanted these moments. He wanted to cherish the little sparks of light in his life before the universe snuffed them out likeâÂ
Gramps is dead, Yuuji had said, voice quivering on the other end of the line. What do we do?Â
Sukuna closed his eyes and rubbed his face, willing away the memory. He hadn't had to act like a big brother in so long, but the instinct came rushing back to him the second he heard his little brother in tears. It was all handled swiftly, everything from the cremation, to probate, to settling the estateâbut the weight of death and finality clung to the air like petrichor after a storm.Â
Sukuna looked to your sleeping face for respite. It helped to see you, to be reminded that you'd chosen to stay with him through thick and thin. Still, he couldn't help but remember what his grandfather asked him the day he met Touka.Â
Where does this end, kid?Â
This. The gang life. The life that's too unrefined and brutal to be considered yakuza. Because Sukuna didn't deal in honour. He dealt in violence, drugs and moneyâthat voice spoke louder than honour and family.Â
But didn't he reclaim his family? Didn't he honour you with change?Â
Where does this end, kid?
Maybe with honour and family.Â
âI can feel you having a crisis,â your scratchy voice mumbled through the static in Sukuna's mind. Your eyes opened a crack to find his own crimson set before you wriggled up to him and half-laid on his chest. âWhat's wrong?â
âYour bony-ass chinâs digging into my tit.âÂ
âMmmh.âÂ
âYou like money more, or me?â He asked.Â
You snorted. âI like you and your money equally.â You let your head loll to the side to press your cheek against his chest. âBut I like you more, I guess.âÂ
âYou guess?âÂ
âI'm kidding, idiot. If I cared about money, I would've married into the Zenin family.â You sat up and looked down at your partner with bleary eyes. âWhere's this coming from anyway?â
Sukuna huffed and scowled at the ceiling. âNowhere. It's nothing. Forget it.âÂ
âDon't be a little bitch. Just tell me.â And when he didn't budge, you added, âSuku. Come on.â And when he still refused to cooperate, you resorted to, âAlpha, please?âÂ
His eyes snapped to you so fucking fast it made his face burst into flames. You grinned, so stupidly enthralled and in love with how the gross, domestic pet name fucked him up and--fucking hell, it was so cute but so annoying.Â
âFuck you.âÂ
âN'awe, you're such a cutie sometimes.â You purred in delight and nuzzled all over his face. âMy cute, sweet, broody alpha that I love so, so, so much.âÂ
âShut up,â he snarled before viciously nuzzling back and attacking you with puppy nips and rude licks to your face. âFucking omega. You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?âÂ
âSo are you. That's why we work well together, right?â You held his face still and planted a proper kiss on his lips. âWe'll be fine. No matter what happens.âÂ
Your alpha took a deep breath while he looked up at you, and sighed. You looked so calm and collected about the whole thing, so relaxed in the jaws of a shark that could eat you whole and leave nothing behind. Guess that was why he was so enamored with you. Only petty things, like the shitty little fish that nipped at toes, wore you down. Not the big, bad, unknown depths of the ocean.Â
âYou believe me?â You asked as you pinched his nose.Â
Sukuna grimaced and tugged your hand away from his nose. âFuckinââyeah, I believe you.â He bit your fingers in revenge.Â
It was your turn to make a face. âDisgusting.âÂ
âYou wuv id,â Sukuna managed around your digits, grinning like an idiot.Â
âI have bad taste in men.â You yanked your fingers free when you heard your little one coo and shuffle in her crib. Sukuna always found himself impressed with how fast your omega responded to the littlest of noises, always automatically cooing and trilling back to your baby like you'd done it your whole life.Â
âBut you sure you're alright?â You asked as you scooped up the little one.Â
Sukuna sat up and leaned back against the headboard as you settled down beside him again. ââM fine. JustâŚthinking.âÂ
âAbout your grandfather?âÂ
âGuess so.âÂ
You nodded and leaned into him, chest purring with comfortable vibrato as his heavy arm looped around you and pulled you close.Â
âHe was a good man. Lived a good life. Long one, too.âÂ
âGuess youâre not wrong. Donât seem too torn up about it,â Sukuna grumbled, vaguely aware he was on the precipice of starting an early-morning argument.Â
âPeople die,â you said, looking down at your babe. âHe was old as fuck. Iâd talked to him about life and death a thousand times anyway. His point of view on things helped me see things differently.â
âOh?â Sukunaâs attention snapped down to your little one as her cherry-red eyes sleepily blinked open. ââN what the hell did the old fart tell you, huh?âÂ
You smiled as Touka screeched happily, reaching up for her father and wiggling around in your lap until she could slug her way over to him (with much help from your guiding hands, of course). Sukuna, the fraidy cat that he was, awkwardly tried to aid his baby girl with crawling onto his lap, too. You kind of understood whyâhis hand was about as big as her body. He was probably afraid of smooshing her.Â
âHe told me energy can never be destroyed. It can only change shape and form. Itâs the same with our souls.âÂ
âThe fuck does that mean?â Sukuna grumbled as his daughter determinedly tried to stand to reach his face. You moved to help her stand, but he huffed and took over, uttering a grumpy âI got itâ as he carefully, carefully held her up onto her feet like one would a kitten.Â
You smiled, so horribly smitten. âIt means our bodies die, but our spirits canât. They just change form before coming back and living life all over again.âÂ
âHmph. Sounds stupid asââ Sukuna paused as a tiny hand landed on his mouth.Â
âBah!â Touka chirped.Â
You pursed your lips and melted into your partner, a happy, summer scent pooling around the three of you.Â
âMhm, daddyâs a cranky little bitch, huh, baby?âÂ
âBig bitch,â Sukuna corrected, words muffled by the tiny overlord. He opened his mouth wide, lightly chomping on her pudgy little hand with the gentlest pibble nibbles he could manage. Judging by her squealing laughter, he was doing an okay job.
âCranky big bitchâmy bad.â You rolled your eyes and exhaled deeply. âBut yeah, thatâs basically it. Mentioned some stuff about soulmatesâplatonic or romantic or otherwiseâtending to find each other in their next lives too. So, technically, you could be holding your grandfather reincarnated right nowââ
âBabe, donât make this fucking weird,â Your husband groaned.Â
You laughed, loud and brash, before nuzzling him. âSorry, sorry. Canât help myself.âÂ
Sukuna scoffed, furrowed brow only easing as Touka assaulted him with little pats all over his face.Â
âYouâre a nightmare.â He leaned in and nuzzled his babyâs round cheeks with playful growls. âYouâre a smaller fucking nightmare. Spitting image of your mum. How the fuck is that fair, huh?âÂ
âWell, you better get used to it,â you taunted. ��Sheâs the only one youâre getting.â
Wait. What?
--
Devour
Itâd been a while since Sukuna had handled an interrogation. Heâd stepped away from doing it himself when youâd both gotten back together officially, thinking youâd be upset if you found out he was still beating the fuck out of rats and cheats wandering through his casinoâbut the opposite turned out to be true.Â
You didnât really care. You didnât mind it at all, actually. You only requested he kept that sort of business away from the curious gaze of the little girl you both doted on incessantly.Â
So, he took it to the basement of Malevolent Shrine.Â
âY'know, I really needed this,â Sukuna sighed, loosening his tie a bit more before he leaned against the table of lethal instruments and wiped the blood from his split knuckles. âKid keeps me up all night. Wife's always bitching âbout being tired. âN then I got dipshits like you sneaking in, trying to access restricted floors.âÂ
The man he regarded scoffed, probably unable to catch his breath to clap back or, well, breathe. The sight had Sukuna grinning, pure delight and satisfaction coiling in his chest.Â
âGot somethinâ to say?âÂ
The man coughed and tried to pull himself up from where he lay splayed on the floor. Sukuna never tied up his guests, no no, he always gave them a fair, fighting chance, stating they could go free if they could get past him. None ever did.Â
âY-you do this to that omega you stole?â The stranger managed as soon as he got on his knees. âLock âim in a room, make them fight their way out?âÂ
Sukuna quirked a brow and crossed his arms over his broad chest. âOnly omega I've had in here is the wife.âÂ
âBullshit,â he spat. âYou stole one that was sold to my benefactor.âÂ
The mob boss sighed and scratched the back of his head. âThat's what you're here for? An omega that I never had?â Sukuna pushed off the table. âWell, that makes shit boring. You're here on a delusion.âÂ
âIt's notââ
âThen who do you work for?âÂ
As expected, the idiot clammed up. Sukuna tutted. Why did all these bastards have to play hard to get?Â
Ah, but then he had an epiphany--hadn't you mentioned marrying into the Zenin family? You brought it up not too long ago, back when Sukuna first started spiraling about life and death, about where his world of chaos would take him in the end.Â
If I cared about money, I would've married into the Zenin family.Â
Right. That's what you said.Â
âZenin Naoya,â Sukuna guessed. The heir was a rampant misogynistic piece of shit, wanting nothing to do with women on any level--but you? A man who could bear children, albeit through difficult means? That'd be invaluable to someone like Naoya. He could have his cake and eat it too.Â
And by the way the crook's body tensed, Sukuna figured he hit the nail on the head.Â
âNo shit. That little freakâs really outdoing himself this time.â Sukuna laughed wildly, enthralled that he managed to piss off the Zenin heir by taking his bitch and knocking him up. God, the damage this would do to Naoya's ego.
âI'll let ya in on a little secret,â Sukuna sang, turning to the table and grabbing a set of pliers. âI wifed up that omega. Knocked him up already. Hopinâ he'll let up on the âone pup onlyâ policy. He's been real fuckinâ strict on the birth control, lemme tell ya.âÂ
âHe won't forgive this,â the crook bit out. âHe won't justââÂ
Thwack. Sukuna cracked him upside the head and knelt on his chest, jamming the tool into his mouth and breaking a few teeth on the way in.Â
âFucker can try,â Sukuna murmured, voice growing thick with malice. His ruby eyes gleamed with predatory promise. âKilling him's at the top of my bucket list.âÂ
â
You were definitely possessed.Â
How could you not be? You'd just seen your baby daddy (your very cut, handsome, snarky baby daddy) beat the shit out of one of your tormentor's gruntsÂ
âBabe,â Sukuna moaned as you swallowed him down your throat again. You'd taken him hostage in the elevator the second he was done his deeds downstairs. It proved to beâŚsomewhat problematic as people continued to open the doors, but eventually Sukuna hit the emergency stop button, nearly shattering the console.Â
You hummed around him, pressing your tongue against thick, pulsing veins and squeezing at his base and sacks intermittently while your head bobbed to the beat of whatever tinny jazz played in the elevator. You kind of liked the tune. It sparked the idea of playing music next time Sukuna bedded youâ
Bedded you. Ah. That seemed like a good next step.Â
You pulled back with a disgusting pop and fought to catch your breath between leaving wet kisses and hickeys along his stiff length. Your hand worked him firm and fast, eager to get him to fall apart under your feverish, hypnotic touch.Â
And he was close. You could tell by the way his hand held the back of your head, fingernails digging into your scalp every time you did something so, so right and so, so unbelievably good for the big bad mob boss you'd tricked into staying faithful to you. You figured you'd reward him for being such a good boy. It's what he deserved for sacrificing his freedom for you, and, quite frankly, you thought you'd been slacking on the praise.Â
âGonna cum?â You hummed, looking up at your partner through wet lashes. âHm?â
Sukuna groaned. His fangs bit into his lip as he stared down at you, pupils blown wide, eclipsing the red of his iris.Â
You smiled politely. âMmh. I'll take that as a yes.â You kissed along his skin until reaching his weeping tip and giving it a gentle peck. âWhere do you want it? On my face? In my mouth? Down my throat?âÂ
He bucked forward, jamming his tip between your lips and hissing when he felt the scratch of teeth against him. You sighed like he was such a nuisance, and opened up wide again, whining as he gripped your hair up into a messy, shitty ponytail before fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuckââ His body shuddered and he slammed inside one more time, squeezing his thick knot into your strained mouth and locking it behind your teeth as he rutted against your face, spilling down your throat.Â
Your soft gags and chokes only made it better. He pulled your head closer, pressing your cute nose against the hazy line of his happy trail in a dizzy attempt to ground himself through the aftershocks of such a sudden turn of events. Going from beating the shit out of a sniveling sod to this wasâ
Your frantic smacking against his arm signaled your tap out. Sukuna cursed under his breath and worked in tandem with you to wiggle free the stiff problem stuffing your mouth and throat full.Â
You gasped for breath. Drool and tears poured down your face as you coughed and swallowed whatever didn't have the chance to slip out of your aching mouth, and you wiped your mouth half-heartedly with the back of your hand. Sukuna hadn't seen a sight like that in a long, long while. Something so reminiscent of the early days of being bribed and paid for your services.Â
âChrist,â Sukuna breathed as he brushed your hair out of your pretty face. âHow much do I owe ya for that, huh?âÂ
You laughed between coughs before kissing his clothed thigh. âJust don't think I've appreciated you enough lately, you know?â You cleaned him up best you could before tucking your man away and standing to loop your arms around his shoulders.Â
Sukuna caught your scent then; you smelled sweeter than usual. Warmer, too. Fuller. Something that reminded him of dough in the oven, billowing all around him and filling his senses with sinful sweetness.Â
Your heat was on the horizon.
Sukuna smirked and switched the key holding the elevator closed and inoperable on the ground floor, and it started on its journey up, up, up. Time to get you back in bed.Â
âNot appreciatinâ me enough, huh. Well, I was gonna mention itââÂ
âShut up. Don't be stupid right now.âÂ
Sukuna's grin grew. He leaned down, leaving soft kisses and nips along your neck, being sure to pay special attention to the scars he'd left behind.Â
âYou love when I talk shit.â
âYou're free to believe that.â
âOh? Then tell me what you've been appreciating about me, sweetheart. I'm all ears.âÂ
The doors opened to the penthouse floor, and you fought to drag the other out first.
âYour ass,â you replied, nearly exploding inside as Sukuna kicked the (unlocked) door in. Damn, how come he could do that so easily?Â
âWhat else?â Sukuna's lips found yours time after time as you both fumbled your way toward the bedroom.Â
You yelped as he threw you onto the bed. âJ-Jesusâhow strong you are.âÂ
âYeah?â Sukuna kicked his dress shoes off and yanked your kicks off, too, before you had a chance to complain about shoes being on in the house. âTell me more.â
âThat's about it.â A sweet laugh bubbled out of you as he slipped in between your legs and kissed you like this was some highschool romcom.
âOh? Lying now, aren't we?âÂ
âI think I need to examine you a little to remember, you know?âÂ
With all the strength you could muster, you turned the tables and flipped Sukuna onto his back, straddling his waist and running your hands up and down his chest. He still couldn't tell how you did it, but you flicked open every button of his dress shirt with unfathomable finesse before tracing the dips and curves of his defined muscles with teasing fingertips.Â
âHmmmâŚthis is nice,â you murmured, taking your time to drink in the scar-riddled expanse of glowing, bronze skin. You scooted back, down his legs, to be able to plant soft kisses around his navel.Â
Sukuna watched you with blown-out eyes; you were always good at teasing, at making sex electric and better than just cramming his cock into a hole. Secretly, he liked being pushed to the brink of insanity. Soft touches, whispered kisses, silent praiseâit was all so your brand.
âWhat else?â Sukuna rasped as you left cheeky marks around his happy trail.Â
âHm. I wonder.â You took your time sidling up on his lap again, your hands taking charge and leading you up, up, up to his cut jawline and striking cheekbones. âThis is nice, too.â
Sukuna licked his lips. âYeah?â He Asked as he held your waist.Â
âMhm.â Your thumb stroked against his bottom lip thoughtfully before hooking inside and yanking his mouth open like a fish on a line. âThis is a problem, though.âÂ
Your mate's heart thrummed like thunder. Rarely would he ever admit to liking being used, but when it came to you, his precious little trophy, Sukuna found himself far too eager to please. Too eager to consume. Too eager to be consumed. He could only hope you'd wreck him with whatever you wanted to do with that mouth of his.Â
âOh?â Sukuna breathed. Christ, his slacks were too fucking tight again. âThe fuck you gonna do about it?âÂ
You sighed and shook your head. âGod's work, I guess.â And you almost seemed burdened by what you âhad to doâ as you loosened your waistband and wriggled up until you were straddling his broad chest with your weeping tip pressing against his lips.Â
Sukuna grinned. âYou think I'm gonnaââ but he was more prepared for your rude push into his mouth than he let onâor he thought he was, anyway. He'd never really given head before, not really, but he'd given you a couple of handjobs in the past. Still, you were bigger than he remembered. Not as comically, ridiculously, stupidly big as Sukunaâs third leg, but you could probably stuff someone to the point of tears if you really felt the need.Â
And, well, you were leaving tears in Sukuna's eyes, so theory confirmed.
âYou're really bad at this,â you laughed. You held onto the headboard as you pushed into his mouth, letting him get used to it and adjust as a good mate should (maybe Sukuna should've taken notes). Thankfully, the man was a quick learner and a keener. He got used to the feeling of your length nudging against his throat, and posed himself a challenge to push it further.Â
His hand grabbed at your ass and he pulled you closer, drowning in the sound of your warbled gasp mixing with a surprised yelp. Sukuna's other hand brute-forced his slacks open and fisted around his pulsing hard-on to the rhythm of your greedy thrusts into his mouth, down his tight, inexperienced throat.Â
Your hips jolted and stuttered. Your hips stayed plastered to his face with weaker and weaker thrusts. Your forehead clunked against the rim of the headboard as your breathing got faster and faster, laced with tiny ah-ah-ah-s untilâuntilâ
âShitââ you tried to pull away from him, tried to save him the grief of having to swallow down a load of cum (first time was always a terrible, terrible experience), but he wouldn't let you yank your hips away; his broad palm pressed against the small of your back and forced you flush against him, his nose pressing against skin as he swallowed and moaned around you like he'd been deepthroating cock his whole career.Â
Somewhere in the haze of lightning and sparks, you felt him shudder and jolt under you, too. Then, like you'd done not so long ago, a swift tapping on your leg signaling, tap out, tap out!Â
âOhâfuck, sorry,â you babbled, hurriedly pulling yourself back and out of his mouth to let him breathe. âYou're kind of a natural. I'm shocked.â
Sukuna was too busy coughing and fighting to catch his breath to snap back at you, though, and you couldn't help but laugh.Â
âShut it,â he scolded with a swift spank. âSpunk tastes like shit.âÂ
âBut youâre not a spitter nor a quitter. You should be proud.â You smiled like the cheeky little shit you were before shimmying off your joggers and tossing them aside. âYou did pretty well. Colour me impressed.â
ââCourse I did, who the fuck do you think I am?â He brought his other hand out of his pants and held them up to you, sticky with his own spend. âDeal with this.â
You whistled, and the heat in your face increased tenfold. âI guess you liked it. Good to know,â you said before holding his hand by the wrist and licking up.
âI'd be a freak if I didn't wanna make my bitch cum. âSpecially when he's in heat ân primed to reopen the baby-making factory.âÂ
You looked at him, eyes round and owlish, before abandoning the mess on his hand in favour of kissing him.Â
âThe factory's open,â you assured, no doubt temporarily hypnotized by your body's desire to make your stupid alpha happy.
Sukuna rumbled a purr deep in his chest as he smirked. He'd gladly seize the moment.
âLetâs clock in and get to work, then.âÂ
â
Five is Better Than Three
Sukuna paced back and forth outside the bathroom door, impatient and anxious, waiting for you to just fucking tell me what the hell the deal was.
But Sukuna was anything but a patient man.
âBabe,â he growled, knocking on the door incessantly. âHow long does It take to piss on a stick?âÂ
You scoffed. âI'm just--I'm trying to double check, you dumb bitch, shut up.â Your voice quivered the slightest bit, a soft sniffle or two barely making it above the radar.Â
Sukuna sucked his teeth. He ran his hands through his hair and growled to himself, trying trying trying to stay patient, stay calm, stayâ
âSukuna,â you snapped when the door flung open. You were standing at the counter, an array of different pregnancy tests laid out before you neatly with you lording over them, face hot and eyes shimmering withâŚgrief? Relief? Happiness? Sukuna didn't know, he didn't know.Â
âKept me waiting long enough, you fucking brat,â he came up behind you and stared down, clearing your noggin with ease and ignoring your grouchy quips and pinches.Â
âI wasâI just needed a minute, you stupid fuck, I'm--it's a lot!â You tried to push him away but, well, the man was an immovable object, and you were far from an unstoppable force. In the realm of physicality, at least.Â
âSukunaââÂ
âThis shit is like hieroglyphics,â he complained, picking up a test and squinting at it. His other hand held your waist to stop you from running away to hide.Â
âIt, uh. It meansâwell, I still need to get checked out officially but, uh, y'know. It's a yes. For now. Tentatively. All the tests are positive.âÂ
Sukuna exploded with happy puppy scent. He threw down the test and wrapped his arms around you, picking your smaller form up and swinging you around like a shotty romcom man should.Â
And you laughed through your tears. You hugged him back once he put you down, and exploded into choked laugh-sobs as you pressed your face into his chest. His nice, strong, muscular chest that looked so good in that black tank top.Â
âOi, oi, what're the damn waterworks for, huh?â Sukuna asked through a wolfish grin.Â
âI don't know, okay, just shut up.â You snuffled a few more times before sighing. âMaybe I'm just relieved that an old man like you still has a sperm count.â
âHah. Big talk from a whore usinâ birth control and making me use a fucking condom âjust in case.ââ He nuzzled at your neck and purred deep in his chest. âEven then, my goods slipped through the cracks, huh? Doubt even getting your tubes tied could stop me from knockinâ your pretty little ass up, sweetheart.âÂ
You bit his tit while he cackled like a madman. âYou're fucking gross and I hate you.âÂ
âN'awe. Would creaming on my cock make you feel better?âÂ
âNo. Well, maybe later. But coffee and breakfast might subdue me right now.â
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Icarus Drabbles (Pt.2) | Sukuna x M!Reader
W/C: 3.7k [#Modern AU, ABO dynamics, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, sukuna has FEELINGS, but he is BAD AT FEELINGS, nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, cheating, zenin family mentioned, lightly edited lmfao]
Note: There will prolly be a third drabble thingie lol I just wanted to post SOMETHING
tag: @better-imagination-9
1. Restless
Sukuna finally bagged you, the omega he pined over and hunted down for over a decade, and knocked you up, made you move in with him to ensure he could keep an eye on you and that growing baby bump. His alpha had rejoiced, running its victory lap around Sukunaâs chest, but then it slowed, yawned, and curled up, satiated.Â
Now, his human side was left to its own devices, and it was bored.Â
Probably because you were boring. Or, well, youâd become boringâyou and your omega seemed more in-tune with one another, both settling down as soon as you both agreed on staying with Sukuna, with your mate. To Sukunaâs human instincts, that meant you were about as exciting and fun as doing his taxes. Yet, at the same time, he couldnât fathom letting you go. Whenever the hypothetical crossed his mind, that second set of eyes would open and stare, tear bared, anger rippling. And Sukuna would agree with it. He didnât want to lose you, yet he didnât always want you either.Â
And he was bored.Â
âHey,â you cooed, leaning over his shoulder as he stared into space on the couch. âYou okay?â
Sukuna blinked a few times and rubbed his face tiredly, finding himself growing pissed off at the dull delight your presence brought him. âYeah, âm fine. Need something?â
âWell, Christmasâs coming up,â you reminded. âWanted to make sure we were stillââ
âCanât.â Bitterness rose in the back of Sukunaâs throat. God, he didnât even want to look at you right now. âGotta work.â He finally spared you a glance, but only after a long stretch of silence. You didnât look perturbed or mad, not really sad or disappointed, justâŚplacid.Â
You looked at your phone, staring at something just for a moment before returning back to him with a slight nod of acceptance. âAlright.âÂ
Sukuna's other bristled. âAlright.âÂ
âI knew you couldn't really be taken ân tied down, Sukuna-sama,â Yorozu cooed as she cozied up into the spot between the man's legs, her hands smoothing up and down his thighs before deftly unlatching his belt and ripping it off. âYou're too good for that sort of life.âÂ
âDonât you have somethinâ better to do with that mouth?â The nice part of Sukuna asked. The less nice part of him wanted to rip her head off and punt it at the stupid fucking moon. Luckily for her, he was trying not to throw as many things at the horizon these days.Â
Yorozu's eyes shone with pure delight. âOh, of course, of course.â She unzipped his slacks expertly quick and pulled free his half-chub, excitedly stroking it to get him to full-mast.Â
Sukuna sighed and sank back in his chair, trying to focus and enjoy the attention and spice he so sorely missed, but it was hard. Well, not hard, which was the problemâhis mind wasn't finding this (cheating, getting a blow job at his desk, having a woman with tits on his knees for him) exciting. Thankfully, though, his body reacted in his mind's stead, and decided to not embarrass him.Â
He closed his eyes and focused on the small hands grasping his base and holding his thighâbut your bigger, stronger hands held him better, digging in without the lethality of acrylics threatening harm. At least her mouth was warm, her lips soft--but your lips were soft, too, and you knew where he liked to feel your tongue press down. Her hair was silky and thick enough to fist his hand inâbut yours was justâŚbetter. He couldn't describe it, butâ
Knock it off, he growled. He needed a break from you, from how mundane you made everything, that was the whole fucking reason he ditched you in the first place. You were boring. You were making life boring. Youâ
What were you up to, actually?Â
Sukuna sighed, this time in defeat, and snatched up his phone while Yorozu gave him head. He scrolled through whatever socials he knew you had, but saw nothing new, nothing Christmas-y.Â
Who the hell is he visiting again? He looked to the side, gazing through the huge windows looming behind his desk as he thought, and then remembered.Â
Sukuna tapped open your text thread and grimacedâit was so blatantly one-sided. The sight of his flippant convo-killing responses hit him with a wave of psychic damage that probably couldn't be fully healed for as long as he lived. He wasn't a fan of texting, but he was a fan of you. But-wait, didn't he loathe you?
5:05am went to see my mom for christmas
5:05am getting picked up dw
5:06am hope work doesn't suck too much
Right. You went to see family. Right. Sukuna was supposed to meet your mother.Â
Damn.
âFuck's sake,â Sukuna muttered moments before fisting his hand in Yorozu's hair and pulling him off his softening cock. âWe're done.â He stood and tucked himself away, ignoring the indignant scoff the woman sent his way.Â
âSukunaââÂ
âLeave.â He sent a text your way instead of tuning in to whatever Yorozu said as she picked herself up off her knees:
10:49pm When should I pick you up?
Of course he was gonna pick you up. He wasnât about to let someone else take care of you for a second longer.Â
âClearly you're unhappy,â Yorozu finally cut in.Â
Sukuna saw a read notification pop up in the chat.Â
âClearly that other one isn't satisfying you fully.âÂ
He watched the three dots pop up as you replied back.Â
âAfter he has your pupââ
10:52pm you can come now
10:52pm if you're freeÂ
â--you should reconsider your choice in mateââÂ
Bang.
10:53pm Send me the address.
He stepped over her and the pooling crimson on his way to the door, texting Uraume to call the cleaners to take care of a mess in his office while he went to pick up his baby mama.Â
Picking you up had been eventful.
Firstly, Maki and Mai had refused to open the gate for Sukuna in favour of mocking him and exclaiming, âare you kidding me? You're the baby daddy?â while incessantly prodding him for information. You'd managed to bat them aside to let him up to the house, though it took some effort on your part.Â
Next, Toji Zenin himself was waiting at the front door, arms crossed, totally unbothered, dressed in his hideous Christmas jumper that his woman had apparently made him wear as punishment for something. Sukuna ribbed him, hiding just how confused he was about the entire thingâhe didn't fucking get why there were so many Zenin assholes here. The outcasts, sure, but what the fuck was that about?Â
âOh. Toji's my stepdad,â you said when you had finally squeezed your dragon's hoard of gifts into the car and got in the damn thing to go home. Sukuna left it at that for the time beingâhe didn't want to think about what the fuck that meant now that the two of you were together. He had time to ask a thousand questions another day.
His mind still whirred in the elevator, though, and when he helped carry your only-child gifts into the penthouse like a servant put under a spell. You said something to him that he only realized a solid fifteen minutes later was, âI'm taking a bath. There's room for two,â and a fire suddenly lit under his ass.Â
âHuh, so you can bear to look at me,â you hummed from the bath. It was large and oaken, filled with yuzu thanks to Uraume's thoughtfulness, and it overlooked snowy Tokyo and all its bustling, light-filled glory andâwait, what.
Sukuna scoffed as he pulled off his clothes methodically. âThe fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
You watched him undress shamelessly. âIt means you still have lipstick on your dick.â You poked away one of the yuzu that bumped into you. âIt's not really my colour.âÂ
Sukuna clenched his teeth and kicked aside his clothes before grabbing the showerhead to wash off before joining you because he was going to join you. No matter the case. No matter the objection.Â
But you never objected. You leaned back in the tub and watched him while you rolled another yuzu between your palms. âDid you have fun fucking her?â Fuck, you could be so scary sometimes. And you didn't even have to try.
Sukuna found it hard to answer. He found it hard to even speak. Christ, was this shame? âLookâI didn't fuck her. Didn't even get close.âÂ
âSo she just sucked your dick.â
âTried. Didn't finish. Couldn't.âÂ
âSo sad. Why not?â
ââCause she's not you.â Sukuna finished with the shower and slipped into the bath, sitting across from you with a content sigh. âYou give better head.âÂ
âThat went from being somewhat meaningful to annoying,â you grumbled. Still, you scooched over to him and pressed up against his side, clearly in the mood to forgive his stupid little attempted fling. âSo. Then you're sure about this.âÂ
âSure about what?â Sukuna wondered, suddenly feeling more at ease with the rich scent of you pooling through his senses. He leaned into you when you carefully smoothed his hair out of his face with that usual, simple gentility he'd come to desire so desperately every day. âSure about you?âÂ
âYeah. Us. Everything.â You nuzzled at his neck, dutifully scenting him up with kisses, nips and licks. âYou started pulling away like a pussy, so I figured you regretted it.âÂ
Sukuna had to laugh. âYou're callinâ me a pussy?â He half-growled before yoinking you into his lap and squeezing you up against him. His grin widened when he saw you hold back a smile. âI think you should apologize.âÂ
âYou cheated on me with your stalker. Why do I need to apologize?âÂ
âYou hurt my fuckinâ feelings.âÂ
âOh. Hm. I see.â Your fingers, bigger than a woman's yet still elegant as a piano player's, danced across his firm shoulders in thought. âI think you need to have feelings for me to hurt them.âÂ
His hands found their rightful place (on your ass) and kneaded your skin thoroughly, squeezing and pinching wherever he felt most enticed. âYou know I have feelings, sweetheart. Why do ya think you're here in the first place, huh?âÂ
Your scent flared with bashful approval. âGuess that's good to know. These days, you've left me wondering.âÂ
Sukuna grew placid gazing upon your features, listening to your words. If he really tried, behind that diamond mask of nonchalance most Zenin brats wore, there existed soft, vulnerable skin--tired and ragged, worried and creased. He'd done that to you. Why had he done that to you?Â
He lifted a hand from your curves to cup your face gently, his touch breaking through the shields you so bravely put up to tell the world to fuck off. And you leaned into that touch so eagerly, so hungrily, with a sigh that sounded like you just remembered how to breathe.Â
ââM sorry,â Sukuna mumbled. The word felt foreign on his tongue. He didnât know if he even said it right.
Your eyes squeezed shut just a little tighter, holding onto whatever you could of your crumbling shell as your hand rose to rest on his. âYou know I love you,â you said while diamond dust turned to quicksilver.
Sukuna wiped the glimmer from your lashes. âLove you too, runt. Mean it.â Those words still felt strange, too, but he loved those words. He loved the way they made you glow from within, how they solidified you and stopped you from collapsing into a melted mess in the face of his betrayal and swift try at redemption.Â
You nodded a little, the hard line of your mouth softening. Sukuna relaxed and hugged you close to him, purring deep in his chest in rhythm with you as you wholly accepted him in return and buried your face into his neck. He did the same, scenting you the way you had him, enjoying your company and weight against him. Because he loved you. He really did.Â
So, he said once again, âSorry.â
2. Family Matters
âSukuna,â Wasuke warned. The attention of the younger alpha, leaning against the counter, was on you as you yapped on about this and that with his little brother.
Sukuna grunted and looked over his shoulder at the old man, though, silently and curtly asking, what? even though he already knew what was coming.
âLeave that boy alone.âÂ
Sukuna stared at his grandfather. It'd become more and more common, the way the young man challenged his elder, maintaining hostile eye contact that threatened the beginning of the end if the older broke firstâbut he never did. The old fuck was too tough. Molded by whatever his own colourful irezumi put him through.Â
Once, when he was younger, Sukuna wanted to know how to break his elder. He wanted to crack him open and rip those secrets from him, find out how he could use that knowledge to his advantage to never feel so small in the eyes of another ever again. He hated it. He hated the dominance held over him, the humility that came with it.Â
But, like always, Sukuna broke first, looking away with a grumble, reinforcing his place in the food chain.
Sukuna sighed. The old house was the sameâfar too traditional, too plain, too normal. It irked him to his core. Here, amidst all the boring normal shit of his past, his status in society no longer mattered; here, he forfeited first place, and took up second.
âHey,â came your voice, muffled by the car window separating you from your lover. When Sukuna looked over at you, he saw his little nugget tucked safely in your arms, only half-awake as she nuzzled into the warmth of your chest.Â
But then there was you. A face full of confusion, annoyance, and exasperation greeted Sukuna. You went for the door handle to wrench your man out of the car, but he locked it, watching you yank on the handle a handful of times before you knocked on the window incessantly.Â
âGet out of the goddamn car, you little shit,â you hissed, looking between Sukuna and the front door of the house frantically. You stared at him hard, then, your frustration building every second your alpha refused to budge and end the embarrassment crashing down on you.Â
A terrifyingly calm expression took over your face, before you adjusted the little pup in your arms and fished something out of your pocket. Sukuna didn't realize what it was until you leaned over and slammed your fist into the hood of the car, tearing into it easily with the fucking key in your hand.Â
âYou gotta be shitting meââ Sukuna scrambled to unlock the door and swing it open. He hopped out and slammed the car door closed. âYou littleââÂ
âOh, good, you found your balls.âÂ
Sukuna groaned as he looked at the damage you left. âBaby, you know how expensive this is gonna be to fix? Fucking hell, why're you such a crazy bitch?âÂ
âWell, look who I'm stuck with,â you said lightly. âObviously you've corrupted me. It's not my fault.â
Sukuna grumbled and turned to you, grabbing you and pulling you close; but instead doling out a punishment as his past self was so accustomed to doing, he aggressively nuzzled the top of your head, viciously scenting you up and squeezing you against his solid frame while he grumbled and growled.Â
âI'm splitting you in half when we get home.âÂ
You sighed, dramatic. âOh no. I'm so afraid. But I guess I deserve such a brutal punishment. Sigh.â You nuzzled him back before tiptoeing up to kiss his chin, then his lips when he leaned down to meet you the rest of the way. âReady?âÂ
Sukuna took a deep breath and looked over your face, running the back of his fingers against the rise of your cheekbone. He loved touching your face these days (more than usual). You still held onto a bit of pregnancy plushness that filled in the hollow angles of your handsomely beautiful face and other once-bony parts of your body. You'd never panicked about it, but you bitched and moaned, loudly lamenting about the way your clothes fit a little differently or how you just had to keep stealing Sukuna's shirts to replace your own.Â
Touka, your little one, mewled from her spot smooshed between her parents. Sukuna sighed as he pulled back to look down at her, hoping she'd take most the heat off of him when he faced his grandfather again.Â
âLet's just get this over with.âÂ
Yuuji was the one who answered the door. He lived with Wasuke, claiming it was just easier and cheaper than getting his own place, but most knew the younger was a worry wart; he couldn't stand by and let his grandfather get put in a home or quietly tough out everyday life on his own in his elderly years. Yuuji stayed for the sake of family, and Wasuke quietly welcomed it. His brother's goodness nearly struck Sukuna with guilt.Â
But any chance at guilt died the moment he met the old bastard's stony gaze.Â
âItadori-san,â you cooed pleasantly, a far cry from the demon that'd keyed Sukuna's car. âIt's good to see you again.âÂ
Wasuke quirked a brow and walked up to you, nudging Yuuji aside so he could get a good look at you and the pup nestled to your chest. Sukuna took a breath and looked away. He didn't need to see the critical stare of the old man while he processed the fact that Sukuna had indeed not stayed away from you. Ugh, the idea of being scolded made the alpha itch.Â
âWe're far beyond honorifics, boy. You know that,â Wasuke lightly scolded, and you beamed. Sukuna could imagine a little shiba inu tail on you, wagging fast enough to take flight. âI'm glad to see you in one piece after taming my grandson. It must've been a damn ordeal.â
Yuuji cackled impishly, pointing at Sukuna. âOooh, burn.âÂ
âSorry, who got the omega in the end?â Sukuna quipped back, making Yuuji sprout a grumpy look and cross his arms with a mumbled you suck.Â
âQuit the fighting and come in,â Wasuke ushered. âAnd you,â he snapped, looking at Sukuna with chronic disapproval, âTake off those sunglasses. You're trying too hard. Look like an idiot.â
You stifled your laughter as Sukuna grumbled and plucked his shades off. His very cool, very neat, very fancy, very expensive shades.
Wasuke ushered you all inside, gesturing to the kotatsu prepared with food and drinks and starting off on a grumbling rant about the shitty cold mornings and warm afternoons that came with Spring. Obviously, he'd complained to break the ice, and it worked.Â
Small talk turned into easier conversation. Whenever Sukuna seemed to struggle with being cordial, you would lean into him more, squeezing his hand tightly whilst purring under the radar. That worked, too. As much as Sukuna was an asshole, he didn't want the afternoon to fall apart. Better he stay quieter than say something to regret.Â
âThey've calmed you down,â Wasuke said, snapping Sukuna's mind to attention. It was then that he finally noticed Yuuji had effectively kidnapped little Touka and was giving her a tour of the house like she actually gave a shit.Â
âHm?â He grunted, so eloquent.Â
You rolled your eyes and shook your head, leaning into your partner more with a sigh. âWords, not grunts, Sukuna.â
He huffed. âYou grunt at me all the damn time.âÂ
âNot at our elders.âÂ
âTch.â Sukuna rubbed the bridge of his nose. âWhaddaya mean they've calmed me down, huh?âÂ
Wasuke, for once, looked somewhat amused. âYour pup. Your mate. They've made you human.âÂ
âHa? You're actinâ like I was some four-armed, two-faced freak or some shit.âÂ
âSome days you acted like it,â Wasuke scoffed. âDoesn't matter if you agree or not, I can see the change in you, kidâthat wild thing inside of you is finally settling down.â
You hummed and looked up at him. âI've noticed, too. You're less pissy. More tolerant. Still annoying, but that's just a personality flaw.â Sukuna growled and nipped at you, but you faced him so very bravely and suffered no such nip.Â
âI'm glad for you, kid,â Wasuke interjected, breaking up the petty fight that was about to go down. The two of you looked back to the eldest. âYou were a real pain in the ass, and you fucked up a lot along the way, but you made things work out. You should be proud.âÂ
Sukuna would never be able to put his feelings, the utter rush he felt getting his grandfather's approval, into words.Â
âSo where does this end, kid?â Wasuke asked.Â
âWhat?â He asked before he could properly think it through.Â
âThis life. Your âprofession.â How long're you gonna keep that up, huh?âÂ
Sukuna could feel you lean into him more, letting more body weight ease your shared worries about the life you shared and the professions you'd taken up. Both unpredictable. Both in the crosshairs of dangerous beasts.
âYou think we'll end up six feet under like mom ân dad, that it?â Sukuna rasped. He looped an arm around your waist and squeezed you against his side in reassurance as Wasuke's expression grew gloomier.
âYou're more like your mother than you know, kid. You don'tââ
ââCourse I don't know,â Sukuna interrupted, firm but not vicious. âMom was a fucking moron ân knocked up whoever the fuck she could to get an in into one of those big-name clans. No shit they'd get pissed off and kill the bitch.âÂ
Wasuke scowled, but didn't argue. It was hard to when his daughter in-law was in the wrong, when she dug her own grave with every child sired before slipping and falling in on her own. A sad story. An incredibly stupid one, too.Â
âThat won't happen,â you offered mildly. Sukuna looked down at you, suddenly feeling the urge to shoot another baby into you as you spoke up on your own. âI trust Sukuna as much as I trust myself; he's worked hard to create an untouchable empire, and I have the connections to supplement it.â You glanced up at him. âIf it's not Sukuna, then it'll be someone else running Tokyo. I couldn't think of a better king.â
A beat of silence passed before Wasuke asked, âAnd you, kid?â You afraid?Â
Sukuna willed his mind out of R-rated territory to look at his grandfather. âYou know me,â he started with a troublesome grin, âI can't stay away from what I want.âÂ
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Icarus, I Am Devoted | Sukuna x M!Reader (Teaser!!)
[#Modern AU, ABO dynamics, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, sukuna has FEELINGS, but he is BAD AT FEELINGS, nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort]
A/N: LET'S GOOOOOOO I love this shit and wanted to share a piece for vibes as I continue to write it lol lmk what you think!!
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Sukuna didn't like Yuuji getting caught up in his business.
He was too brash, thought himself too badass for the world to take down, thought gang life wasn't as bad as the world made it out to be, just because his older brother was involved. Sukuna didn't know where the fuck he got that ideaâthe tattooed menace had killed people, stolen money, sold shit that ruined lives. It was fun for him, sure, but not so much for bystanders.
âYou're an idiot,â Sukuna growled as he dragged his brother into his office and threw him at the chaise lounge while they waited for their doctor on demand.
âH-hey, come on, man! It's, uh, it's not even that badââ Yuuji grimaced, though, holding at the wound gushing blood from his arm. âYou've had worse!â
Sukuna laughed bitterly as his henchmen flooded the room and made necessary preparations for their aid's arrival. âYou and I are fucking built different, Yuuji--youâre too damn soft forââ
âI'm not,â Yuuji snapped, honeyed eyes blazing. âI can help you.â
Sukuna laughed again, then ripped his plush, leather chair across the room, sending it hurtling into the expensive ebony walls he encased his place of business in. He roared in overwhelming fury as it clattered to the floor.
âHow hard is it for you to listen? How come you can never just fuckingââ
âYelling won't solve things,â your cool voice interrupted as you hurried into the room, medical bag in hand. âI thought you learned that by now.â
Sukuna whirled on his heel. His hands were still fisted in his hair and his blood boiled, but now, there existed an explosive tension with you in the room.
You, his pretty little omega. The one he chased away. The one he still craved. The one that drove him insane.
âUraume,â Sukuna growled, crimson eyes locking onto his most devoted.
âMy apologies,â they said with a pensive look and deep bow, âhe was the only one willing to come.â
âSo mind your manners, or I'll let your brother bleed out,â you said airily, so haughty and bitchy and annoying. But Sukuna knew you wouldn't let Yuuji die. You wouldn't let him suffer with a wound like thatâyou were too fond of the little brat.
Sukuna snarled in frustration and fixed his jacket with sharp tugs. âJust fix him.â
He stalked away, ignoring the way Yuuji yelled at him before preening at you as you tended to him. Sukuna knew his brother had a bit of a thing for you, his bitch, which caused more than a handful of problems with the two arguing and fighting for your affections. Naturally, you chose Sukuna. Of course you would.
The alpha's frustrations boiled, reducing the rage in his gut into simmering desire. He leaned his head back against the elevator mirror with a sigh as it shot up toward the penthouse--the one you, too, used to occupy. The one where you'd spread your legs for him, drowning in expensive, black silk sheets while he bred you like the good little thing you were. The one where you'd cook for him if (when) you woke up before him the morning after. The one where you first whispered I love you against his skin when you thought he was asleep.
The elevator doors dinged open, and he stormed out, eager to rid himself of the tightness pulling at his slacks. A cigar and a drink sounded good, too.
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