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delulustateofmind · 3 months ago
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Ugh rough day today but the brain worms are really thinking about how Kenjaku isn't really…discussed. Like he would be one of the worst fates to end up with. A true bad ending.
Walk with me here:
It had been a rough day—an endless stretch of time in the cold, lonely corridors of Suguru’s cult. Hunger clawed at your stomach; it had been a week since your last meal. Suguru had always been a man of routine, almost obsessively so. Meals were structured, never a punishment. For all his monstrous tendencies, even he didn’t stoop to that level of cruelty.
But something had changed.
You remembered the last time you saw him, his arms cradling you as your trembling legs barely supported you riddened with love bites and rope markings. His fingers carded gently through your hair, grounding you in the haze of bliss he’d left you in. Those were the moments when you almost didn’t mind him—when the world narrowed to the warmth of his touch and the soft rumble of his voice.
Yet, even in your haze, you’d sensed something was off.
“Things are going to change,” he’d murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “When I get back, I’ll fully integrate you into the family.”
The words had confused you, but your mind had been too muddled to press for clarity. You had only hummed softly in response, earning a rare, tender kiss on your lips. He’d even whispered, “I love you,” or at least you thought he had. Maybe your fuzzy mind had imagined it.
Because if he loved you, would he keep you locked away like this?
If he loved you, would he leave you to starve in the cold, barren room you now found yourself in?
The sound of the door unlocking jolted you from your spiraling thoughts. Hope surged within you, and you glanced toward the figure stepping inside.
It was Suguru.
Except…it wasn’t.
The man standing before you bore his likeness—the same inky black hair, the same dark eyes. But the warmth that once softened his gaze was gone, replaced by a cold, cutting cruelty.
“I guess we’re all tempted by the weak at some point,” he mused, his voice low and mocking.
Weak.
The word stung. Suguru had never called you weak, even when you knew you were. A barely-passable Grade Four sorcerer, your abilities were laughable next to his. Yet, he had always reassured you, made you feel as though you had value—whether you wanted him to or not.
“Sugu?” you whispered, your voice trembling as you crawled toward him, desperate to grasp at the man you knew.
But every instinct in your body screamed that this wasn’t him.
This was something else.
You froze mid-crawl, the icy floor biting into your knees as you stared up at the man who wore Suguru’s face. Something primal in you begged you to retreat, but your heart—so foolish and desperate—still reached for the only comfort it had ever known in this place.
The man tilted his head, his dark eyes narrowing as he observed you. There was no affection in his gaze, only something cold and calculating, as though you were a puzzle he wasn’t sure was worth solving.
And yet, his lips curled into a smirk that felt almost familiar. Almost.
“Well,” he drawled, stepping closer, the heavy thud of his boots echoing in the small room, “it seems even a broken little thing like you knows who holds the leash.
Your stomach twisted at his words, your instincts screaming louder with every step he took toward you. This wasn’t Suguru. This wasn’t the man who whispered reassurances in the dark or cradled you like something precious, even when his touch made you feel like his possession.
But…wasn’t it?
The way his fingers brushed your cheek when he crouched down, his thumb tracing your trembling jawline—it felt like him. The warmth of his palm, the tilt of his head as he gazed at you—it felt too close, too familiar.
And yet.
“You’re pathetic,” he murmured, almost gently, his thumb pressing into your skin just hard enough to leave a faint sting. “But I suppose even trash can have its uses.”
You flinched, your mind reeling, trying to reconcile the cruelty in his words with the tenderness of his touch. Suguru never spoke to you like this. He’d mocked you, degraded you to a point where you needed him, yes, but never like this.
“Do you still respond to this?” he mused, his hand moving to your hair, tugging lightly as though testing a theory. When you instinctively leaned into the touch, he chuckled—a low, almost sinister sound.
“Interesting.”
You swallowed thickly, your voice barely a whisper. “Suguru?”
His expression shifted, the smirk faltering for just a moment. His hand stilled in your hair, and something unidentifiable flickered in his eyes.
“Not quite,” he said finally, his tone more amused than anything else. “But I suppose some part of him left a mark on you. Or maybe it’s just this body’s muscle memory.” He tapped his temple with his free hand, almost mockingly. “A pathetic vestige of sentiment.”
You didn’t understand. You didn’t want to understand.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your voice trembling as tears stung your eyes. “Why are you—”
“Why am I keeping you alive?” he interrupted, his smirk widening as he released your hair and stood to his full height. “Because it seems even this body recognizes some…value in you.” He gestured vaguely toward you, as though you were some pitiable thing he was forced to tolerate. “And who am I to deny such an intriguing experiment?”
Experiment.
The word hit you like a punch to the gut.
“I’ll give you a choice,” he said, his tone almost playful now as he paced the room. “You can stay here, in this little cage, and continue playing the obedient pet. Or…” He turned to face you, his smile sharp enough to cut. “You can try to run.”
His eyes gleamed with amusement, and you realized with a sinking feeling that he wanted you to run. Wanted to chase you down, to drag you back just to prove you were his to control, no matter what Suguru—or whatever part of him—might have felt for you.
The room felt colder than ever as you knelt there, trembling, your mind racing.
And Kenjaku just watched, waiting for you to break.
His words coiled around you like a noose, tightening with every second of silence. You sat frozen on the cold floor, his gaze piercing through you, daring you to make a decision.
But there wasn’t a choice, not really.
The walls seemed closer now, the air heavier. You felt suffocated under the weight of his presence, of the way his dark eyes pinned you in place. And yet, something deep within you—some spark of defiance you didn’t know you still had—urged you to move.
Slowly, your trembling legs carried you upward, your body screaming in protest after days of starvation. Kenjaku tilted his head, his smirk never faltering, his hands clasped loosely behind his back as he watched you stand.
“Ah, so you choose freedom?” he murmured, his tone almost gentle. “How bold.”
His amusement only spurred you on. You didn’t respond, couldn’t respond; your focus was singular now. The open door loomed behind him, tantalizing in its simplicity. It felt like a cruel joke, how close it was, how easily you might reach it if you could just make it past him.
You took a step back, testing his reaction. He didn’t move, his smirk widening slightly, as if this was all part of his game.
Then you ran.
Your bare feet slapped against the cold floor, your breath ragged and desperate as you darted toward the door. For a fleeting moment, hope surged in your chest. You were fast enough, weren’t you? He wouldn’t expect you to—
A hand closed around your wrist like a vice, yanking you backward so violently you stumbled. You barely registered the pain as you hit the ground, a choked cry escaping your lips.
Kenjaku loomed over you now, his expression a mask of bemused cruelty. His fingers tightened around your wrist, dragging you back toward him as easily as if you weighed nothing at all.
“Did you really think it would be that simple?” he asked softly, crouching beside you. His voice was almost tender, as though he pitied you for your naivety. “You’re free to try again, of course. I do enjoy a good hunt.”
You whimpered, tugging weakly against his grip, but it was no use. His strength was inhuman, far beyond anything you could hope to overcome.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “But next time… I won’t be so kind.” Pressing a light kiss to your cheek that made your skin crawl. 
The words sent a chill down your spine, and when he pulled back.
“You’re a fascinating little pet,” he mused, tilting his head with a frown as though examining you for flaws. “But pets do get boring, don’t they? Perhaps Mahito would enjoy you for a while.” His smirk widened, his dark eyes gleaming with malice. “He does love little humans like you.”
Your stomach churned, terror coiling tightly in your chest as the name left his lips. You weren't sure who that was, but you had a feeling you didn't want to know. You wanted to scream, to fight, to beg, but all you could do was tremble as he stood, releasing you only to brush his hands off casually, as though you’d dirtied him.
“Rest well,” he said, his tone mocking. “I’ll let you know if I decide to keep you.”
And with that, he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.
You sat there in the darkness of the room, shaking as the full weight of his words sank in. Escape wasn’t an option. Resistance wasn’t either. You were nothing more than a toy, a passing amusement, and now, you would have preferred the obsession compared to this.
Perhaps you would have learned to love Geto Suguru more to prevent whatever this was.
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xoxosleepyhead · 3 months ago
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Yandere JJK X overpowered reader
Reader is a clumsy idiot, who has no idea how her powers work and how she could use them. BUT she gets random visions of the future and attempts to save everyone she can. She ends up saving people, but attracts everyone to her. Like sukuna thinks your powerful and wants to keep you to himself, Gojo wants to lock you up so you don’t get corrupted, Kennan just thinks your oh so interesting! And wants to keep you in a tiny vial.
I’ll expand on this more at 100❤️
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sophiria · 2 months ago
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JJK x reader Tumblr recommendations
[18+ only]
❤️🖤🤍
postmortem / postpartum by @/umemiyan (gojo)
gojo crawls home to you by @/izvmimi (gojo) the machinist and the faerie by @/wri0thesley (gojo) angel gojo by @/izvmimi (gojo) holy fool by @/tearzintheclub (gojo)
canon gojo will... by @/prettyboykatsuki (gojo)
soul tied by @/its-luna-noel (gojo)
worship of a sacrificial lamb by @/yandere-daydreams (gojo)
satoru gojo knows he's not wanted by @/elsecrytt (gojo)
don't make me feel alive by @/lilacxquartz (kenjaku)
all my love, suguru by @/chosos-mascara (geto)
metamorphoses by @/bontenten (naoya)
of cruelty and clemency by @/tawus (geto)
how we break by @/tojisun (toji, gojo)
bewitched by @/lalunanymph (naoya)
ave maria by @/lovenona (nanami)
someone wants to cut a hole in you and fuck you through it, buddy by @/strawberrystepmom (kenjaku, geto)
❤️🖤🤍
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lilacxquartz · 4 months ago
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under his authority;
officer kenjaku x f!reader
plot: finally ridding yourself of your problematic ex, he comes back in the worst possible form — themes: yandere kenjaku, (eventually) willing reader, stalking, dubcon, manipulation, he/him pronouns for kenjaku, mundane au — w.c: 3.5k — a/n: considered making this a shorter one shot, but an idea wouldn’t leave my head — warnings: extremely dubious consent, but reader is willing by the end — masterlist • ao3
Every night before you headed off to sleep, you would take the extra effort to barricade yourself in your apartment, with all sorts of intricate preparations in place… just to keep him away. You’d lock the windows, put up a bar against the front door, tuck a chair underneath the door handle of your bedroom, and sleep with a knife within reach—just in case.
Deep down, however, you knew that it was all pointless in the long run. You could never truly get rid of him, not even if you traveled to the very ends of the earth (or left it entirely). Your ex was simply not the type to let go and even though nothing had yet happened in your year alone without him, you knew that from the moment that you’d let your guard down, that he’d strike.
See, you knew him perfectly well and the sly way that he approached every little intricacy in life. He dated you for a couple of years, bending and twisting your life into all sorts of directions like a puppet on a string, swaying and meddling with the cross, having you thinking that you were the one in the wrong the entire time when it was his manipulation having you feel that way all along.
At some point, you woke up to it all however, and simply just left—choosing to start somewhere else entirely, ready to put up a fight if need be—but to your surprise, he never followed you. This is why perhaps you knew that you were in more danger than you could comprehend because if you knew one thing about him, it was that he had a penchant for holding onto grudges (and never letting anything, or anyone, go).
Such a suspicion was sorely implied however, when out from the corner of your eye on every other occasion, you would spot a glimpse of him. For a while, you thought that they had finally gotten to you; that they had driven you to complete and utter insanity, if you must have been seeing them in places that didn’t make sense. You sought help for that one however you could; through countless reports made through a system that didn’t take you seriously for whatever reason and then, later, through the means of therapy, which did help for a while. Just as you thought that he was out of your life, however, he started showing up again and in full force, too.
Your reports, just like before, meant nothing at all. All of those reports of stalking and someone lingering around your home, of your windows being scratched on and at your doors rattling during the odd hours of the night, only to be dismissed with the ask of ‘have they hurt you yet?’ or the claim that the evidence was still inefficient, so please only make such a report again if you have something to prove.
Such a ridiculous system, but that’s why you went to such great lengths to take things into your own hands. You had no choice, so what else were you otherwise supposed to do?
You were certain that all of those strange happenings were him, after all.
You weren’t going crazy.
It wasn’t like moving on was helping, anyway. His presence was constant and overwhelming, following you around like your own shadow. You were perhaps being driven crazy indeed, but it wasn’t your own doing as everyone else had otherwise claimed. You knew that deep down, these weren’t desperate illusions cast from a worn-down mind, but rather that they were strikingly real and he was surely toying with you, unable to let you go after a hasty, unspoken breakup, hell-bent on punishing you for daring to have a spine.
And just like every other time, everything was all locked up and ready to go; you were as safe as you could get. You did your usual clean sweep of everything and found nothing that could hint at danger, and yet, just as you had settled into bed… you heard something from the inside.
Tearing upright from your bed, you grabbed your phone in a hurry, dialing the police and urging that this time, this wasn’t a drill, that there was someone actively in your home so to please, please, send someone over and just because the claim was so desperate and dire, they did indeed send someone, reassuring you that it would be soon and to please, stop fretting so much. Such a soothing gesture threw you off guard a little, the pattern of the sentence piquing your interest as something once familiar, but your sleepy mind didn’t make the full connection just yet.
You opened up the door as soon as they knocked too, not thinking all that hard about just how on earth they knew which door in the block called for such a thing to begin with. You were exhausted, after all, worn down from a full year of constantly doubting your own mind, of course, your judgment was hazy. All it took was a bit of correctly applied confidence and a smooth, reassuring voice to render you compliant, to slip downstairs along with them under the claim that you would be going to the station to take a statement before you realised the chilling truth that slipped right past your nose.
That voice.
Those mannerisms.
It was him—you were with him.
You tugged at the car door, desperate to suddenly break free and yet he had you securely confined right in the back of his vehicle, driving you off into some unknown location without a single second to spare.
“You… how did you—” you spat out, your voice faltering in disbelief.
“You know, you should really practice better judgment when you’re tired, hm?” He spoke, his voice sickeningly condescending yet calm and sweet. “And now you’re in trouble. Oh dear.”
In protesting refusal, you kicked at the seat with your heel in an attempt to get them to slow the vehicle at least and plot your escape and yet, he seemed to handle such violent complaint with calculated ease, as if knowing your attempts were futile, as if knowing that he had already won.
“Let me go, you asshole,” you spat, continuing to knock on the seat.
Yet, they continued to remain infuriatingly composed, adjusting the mirror in the dark, allowing you to catch a glimpse of their coal-black eyes in the passing streetlights that phased through the road. He clicked his tongue in amusement before swerving the car off to an emptier road, forcing your body to hurl to the side in a grounding warning. “Careful,” he said, his voice laced with a cold threat, “you’re in no position to make such demands, now are you?” he asked, the reminder of your compromised circumstances hanging in the air. “Believe it or not, my role is genuine in this exchange and I could approve a warrant for your arrest if you’re not careful, so you would be wise to calm down and listen to me. How does that sound?”
“Arrest?” you scoffed. “For what?”
“Well, it could be anything, really,” he mused, calmly driving once more, “but let’s try those narcotics that I planted in your home—quite bad ones too, they would get you into a whole wealth of trouble—especially given those paranoid reports you’ve been making. Am I really that bad that you consider me a daily nuisance? I haven’t done anything that wrong, surely.”
You blinked. “You have been stalking me.”
However, all that he could do was huff out a humourless laugh as he composed a response, “Interesting claims, but I think you’ll find that I have evidence of me being busy at work for the good remainder of the year, but…” he paused, considering a pint, “how sweet of you to think of me so often. Have I been on your mind that often? Maybe you’re seeing things you want to see.”
“I wouldn’t want to see you at any time at all, you damned stalker—” you repeated, only for him to interrupt you.
“—stalker?” he asked in a completely deadpan tone, though there was a thin jab of mockery laced within it. He parked the vehicle off to the side of a lesser traveled road where the lights couldn’t quite reach before sitting with you in a stagnant silence for a while. When he finally broke the quiet, he spoke up again in a hushed tone, as if careful to not be heard (even though it was just the two of you in the car), “your claims aren’t entirely baseless, I have been… keeping tabs, but I have been careful,” he admitted, “I have been eliminating all traces of evidence from the moment that anything surfaced, ridding myself of anything compromising. You can try and rattle me out to the authorities if you wish, I won’t stop you, but you won’t get very far.”
“Was the break-up that significant that you can’t leave me alone?” you redirected.
Another silence brewed between the two of you, but then he quickly composed himself. “How silly of you to make such outrageous claims as if we were an item to begin with, but, I suppose that you could say that our time together was significant enough for me to be… conflicted about our parting, for a lack of better words.”
“That’s a long and pointless answer to mean ‘yes’, but alright, you do you, Kenjaku,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you sank back into the seat.
“And what would admitting such a thing do?” he asked, drumming his fingers along the hard leather of the wheel. “We were together for a moment and just as things were getting interesting, you walked out on me,” he added, not quite losing his track of words but still pausing for a moment to school their demeanour back into something better controlled. “...Let’s say that we did leave on a bad note, surely you can understand my confusion and… interest in picking up where things had left off?”
“I understand the need for wanting answers,” you admitted, “but it doesn’t justify stalking, surely.”
“It justifies my need for closure,” Kenjaku corrected, “and now that I have you back in my hands, I think you’re overdue for some long-awaited discipline, don’t you think? Luckily for you, I’m surprisingly fair with how I deliver it, so I won’t hurt you, but I do have something in mind for the way you humiliated me.”
“Humiliated?” you scoffed yet again, although given his lack of immediate reply, you had an uneasy wave of dread pass you by with the hanging implication of what was yet to come. Something felt off, but they weren’t being clear with their delivery.
Before you knew it, he suddenly got out of the car and slammed the door shut, leaving you alone in the back of the police car for a beat, and then, without warning, tore open the back door, yanking you right outside. You landed on your bottom initially, but then he leaned you forward, pressing your chest against the dirt and cuffing your wrists right behind your back.
Pulling you up after, he slammed you into his car, caging you in with his looming overhead frame, making you feel suddenly quite small and trapped. He leaned in with his breath hot against your neck, allowing his pressing arousal to push into the small of your back while holding you in place.
“Humiliation is a two-way street, you know,” he whispered as he pulled down your jeans to your knees with your underwear following suit, “and I don’t think I can forgive such abandonment, at least not so soon.”
You remained frozen in place, realising exactly what he was planning to do, letting him talk as words refused to leave your own lips, “I always did like the lack of fight you put up during our time together,” he purred, “I bet it’s because you secretly like submitting to me like this, huh?”
His words were intentionally full of spite and mockery, but you were still confused and barely recovered from the extreme relationship they had you trapped in prior; it was an overwhelming time that left you with a piled-up emotional burden and nothing else beyond that point… but their touch admittedly, always succeeded in making you feel good in a way that nothing else or nobody else could compare. So skilled was the feel of his fingers over your skin—the only time he would ever listen to you.
“And what happened to your snark?” Kenjaku hummed, unzipping his slacks, dropping the pair to gather at his thighs, “I thought you had a lot to say just now? Did that all disappear too? Do you want me to make you feel good again? I bet none of those late-night hookups you’ve been having have been satisfying you the same way I ever could.”
It was humiliating alright, he knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted. You loved it when he bit at your neck and when he pulled your hair just enough to make you feel good, but without long-lasting pain. You loved the way his hands would smack and smooth over your tender skin, bruising galaxies from his feverish touch. How his teeth would graze along the sensitive spots, making your life feel like putty in his hands; so malleable and yet so rigid, and yet, you knew fully well that he was bad for you.
He didn’t give you much time beyond that point to seek out confirmation, readily lining up the tip of their hardened cock to press into your soaked entrance, finding it almost peculiar at just how desperately soaked you already seemed to be. With a gentle push inside, he buried his shaft within your slick walls, easing into you slowly, taking his good, sweet time to get used to the feel of you again. Almost achingly slow, he pushed himself into your hilt and then back out, feeling almost insultingly delicate.
Kenjaku’s lips then lined up with your neck, peppering lazy kisses against your throat, but not surrendering to the heat of the moment like you almost desperately, guiltily craved. Such burning need that was evidenced by the full year of not being able to let you go and yet, now that he had you—he held himself off.
Albeit involuntarily, you drawled off a low whirring whine, arching your back into his form, letting him deepen his shaft into your core, yet never once accelerating as you hoped. Kenjaku remained infuriatingly composed and controlled, never once losing his cool, gently rolling his hips out and then back in, letting the need build up in you, yet never satisfying it.
“Such a needy thing,” he murmured, “what’s the magic word?”
“P-pl—” you were about to say, stopping yourself right as you were about to give in.
Kenjaku sucked at his teeth. “We’ll get there. You could never make me soft.”
He continued to roll his hips back and forth against you, nice and slow, pressing your body straight up against the cold, uncomfortably hard surface of the car with his uniform uncomfortably digging into your back. The coarse material roughly chafed through the thin fabric of the top you wore, rubbing painfully against you as all the wrong sensations were tackled instead.
It was painful, almost, and yet you felt your composure letting slip earlier than you would have liked, wanting nothing more than to give into the moment and for once, forget about him and what he put you through prior and just… feel good.
“P-please,” you gasped and then bit your lips, curling them into your mouth to stifle the remainder of the confession—humiliating, indeed.
He stilled for a second and you swore that you could feel his eyes bore into you with an almost feral resolve. For a while, he didn’t say a single thing and then, without warning, you cried out a choked-out whimper without registering exactly what had happened.
Suddenly, a deep, searing pain flooded your senses, making your eyes well with tears and spill in a matter of seconds. The realisation hit just a moment later, recognising the sensation as pain as he thrust repeatedly into your teased cunt at full force; his cock hitting right where it hurt and then without stopping, doing it again and again. Your reactions were poorly timed as you moaned out of sync with his feverish movements, pistoning himself into you with the driving force of someone crazed with reckless abandon. With such sawing aggression that emphasised just how needy he truly was, no matter the claims that otherwise left his lips, pinning the blame on you.
His hands then snaked around your chest but didn’t settle, reaching to wrap around your neck instead. His palms squeezed against your sensitive skin, choking out whatever pretty little noises you had left behind.
Your body recoiled slightly in pained protest as he continued to impale you; his hot breath rolling steamy pants of air that prickled against your clammy skin, pushing you closer towards the edge. His breathing became sloppier too, as he fucked himself as rough as he could into your sopping heat, quite literally spearing his length into you, until he couldn’t anymore. With one stuttering, rough, and final thrust, he melted into you entirely, crashing his body against yours as he filled you up with his own pent-up need. For a moment after, his hips gently bucked, albeit seemingly involuntarily as he sought to ride out the aftermath of his near-violent orgasm, only parting when he could quickly recompose himself and regain control over both of the situation—as well as you.
And after a while of such recovery—after helping you find your balance and dress you back up with almost attentive care—a darker thought slipped into his mind. Helping you sit back inside of the car, into the front this time, he let you quietly recover as he drove off somewhere else this time. Not to your home, nor to his, but… somewhere else entirely, because, if he was being real about you, he already knew that you wouldn’t give up on trying to get him into trouble—wouldn’t you? You silly thing. Oh no, he had to do something about that, and luckily for you, he had no such intention to kill you off, because you were the only thing in his life that he wanted to keep around for good and he had a good idea that you wanted this too, even if you were being so stubborn lately.
“Wait,” you piped up at long last, “where are we going?”
Kenjaku snorted out a half-laugh, finding your late realisation to be amusing before clearing his throat and answering you, “I’m not letting you go this time, so we’re taking a little detour—I’m going to keep you holed up with me forever,” he revealed, “maybe in chains at first as I figure out something more… permanent, but it’s all for a good cause, you know?”
You huffed, only to be interrupted, “A good cau—”
“—yes,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, “a good cause. I want to keep you forever, but I can’t have you running off on me. At least not again.”
You found yourself reacting in a way that surprised you, trying to sink into the seat again and kicking at whatever you could, but not as a means of escape, but rather out of frustration at your own mind. You could only respond in an uncertain murmur, still exhausted from the rough encounter, “You’re impossible, just… let me go,” you requested instead, although not sounding convincing to either him or yourself, knowing that it would probably be easier to just surrender instead.
“Oh you”, he endearingly cooed, smoothing his hand over your thigh, “I can’t do that. Not to you. But just know this, if you try to run away from me again, I’ll figure something out, maybe plant something compromising on you,” he replied, pausing for a moment to plot something out on the spot, “maybe have you arrested and locked up, because that way I can be sure to keep you in one place forever.”
You tilted your head off to the side, catching a glimpse of his thinly concealed mania burning in the depths of his eyes. “You wouldn’t go through that much, would you? You’re not that insane…”
Kenjaku however just shrugged, finding the calm conversation to be amusing, knowing that by even humouring him to this extent, you had already given up. “Just keep it in mind, will you? If it ever did come down to that, then guess who’s going to be the one to get you out to begin with?”
He let the implication hang in the air for a moment longer, before pushing you back further into the seat and finally letting go. “Anyway, rest up, will you? You have a lot of apologising left to do when we’re there and I fully accept you to be awake and alert for everything I have in store for you.”
You gulped, but you did as you were told, finally broken down enough to listen to him at long, long last.
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selfloverrrrrr · 2 days ago
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The Mafia Moon
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Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, mafia Gojo, mafia Sukuna, reader is Gojo's girlfriend, Mafia Au....
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( All characters are aged up/18+)
Minors Do Not Interact
Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report
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Y/n's POV
"Shut up, Gojo!" I huff, throwing a pillow at him. He catches it effortlessly, laughing. "Aw, come on, babe, I was just saying the truth!" I glare at him, crossing my arms. "You were talking nonsense!" I said. He leans back against the headboard, a smug grin on his face. "Nonsense? All I said was that you were checking me out when I got out of the shower." He said.
My face burns. "I WAS NOT!" I defend myself. He chuckles, tilting his head. "Oh? Then why’d you freeze when I walked in with just a towel?"he said. I groan, I grabbed the blanket and covered myself. "You’re unbearable." He shifts closer, voice dripping with amusement. "Admit it, babe. You like what you see." He said. I peek at him from the blanket, scowling. "Gojo, stop talking."
He went inside the blanket and hugged me tightly. Then started tickling me. "I swear to god....... I'll kill you!" I said between laughs. "Satoru.... can you stop tickling her?" A voice said. We both took out our head from the blanket to see Geto standing there. "Can you just knock on the door before coming in?" Gojo asked. "No" Geto replied.
"you're always answering like a teen girl on period" Gojo Said. "So do you" I said. Gojo rolled his eyes. "Whatever.... what's the matter?" Gojo asked Geto. "We found where The Mafia Moon is" Geto replied with a smirk. "You gotta be kidding me!" Gojo said. A smirk forming on his lips. "Let's go to the office then" Gojo said and three of us headed to the office on the third floor.
Guards standing everywhere. Gojo opened the door of the office room and went inside. Me and Geto entered behind him. Everyone of you men and women were there.... Nanami, Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, Yuta, Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara"Where's it?" Gojo asked. "Here" Megumi replied and turned the laptop screen towards Gojo.
We all looked at the screen. "You gotta be kidding me! It's in that mansion?! I was expecting it to be in Sukuna's north mansion" Gojo said. "Yeah I was shocked too" Geto replied. "And a good news for you boss.... Sukuna is throwing a party in that mansion tomorrow in that mansion. That means he'll be there as well" Yuji said.
"oh GREATTTT" Gojo said. "But, boss..... What is this Mafia Moon?" Maki asked. "it's the map of Sukuna's every mansion and underground shelters. If we get that. His kingdom is finished" I replied. "Yupp.... and we'll be going there tomorrow to steal it" Gojo said. "But, boss. Why are we going tomorrow? We can go when Sukuna won't be there and steal it... that'll be easier" Yuta said.
"we can't. Because Sukuna has the key. And he brings it everywhere with him" Megumi replied. "Then what's the plan? We need a strong plan for tomorrow" Nobara said. They all nodded.
Gojo : okay. So we'll be there as soon as the party gonna start. Nanami you and Megumi gonna stay outside of the mansion and inform us if anything wrong happens. And you two will be taking control of all of my guards I'll take there.
Nanami : noted
Megumi : noted
Gojo : Shoko you'll be hacking the cameras of the mansion from the car until we come there.
Shoko : noted
Geto : we have to go back by our submarines right?
Gojo : yup... everyone will be in the submarine as soon as we get the Mafia Moon. Mei Mei you'll be keeping guard for Shoko for her safety.
Mei Mei : noted
Gojo : me and Geto will go to the vault to take The Mafia Moon. Inumaki and Yuji will be keeping guard outside of the vault.
Yuji : noted
Inumaki : noted
Gojo : Yuta and Maki. You two will be outside of the vault room. If any single one comes there other than our man kill them. I just have to think about how to distract Sukuna and take the key as well.
Yuta : noted
Maki : noted
Y/n : I'll be distracting Sukuna and steal the key from him.
Gojo : absolutely not! I'm not letting you ther-
Y/n : shut up Gojo! Don't act like I have never been on missions.
Gojo : this is more dangerous than those.
Y/n : and what? You're going there as well. More than 1000 of our men will be outside... what's gonna be wrong.
Utahime : yeah I think you should do this.
Gojo : I said no!
Y/n : Gojo stop being silly. Don't act as if I don't know how to fight and I have never fought.
Gojo : y/n—
Y/n : Gojo! We all are gonna be connected by our ear device. You gotta be there! Nothing is going to be wrong!
Gojo : you'll be go out from the back exit. And Utahime, you'll be there keeping guard for y/n and make sure she gets out from there safely.
Utahime : sure....noted
I gave Gojo a kiss. "This isn't enough... you'll rode me after we came back from there tomorrow" Gojo said. "Gonna see. Depends on my mood" I said with a laugh as I walked out of the room. "Do you even think about anything else other than sex, shit face?" Shoko asked. Gojo smirked. "You think he does?" Geto replied. "I swear to god.." Nanami sighed.
The next day evening
We just reached there. "Babygirl you done?" I asked Shoko who's busy hacking the camera system. "Just a second....... and...... done!" She replied. "Let's go then" Gojo said. "Yeah... wait a minute.... yeah let's go" I said taking off the jacket. Revealing my short sparkle skirt and top underneath. "I'm letting Sukuna see your face that isn't enough? You gonna show him your half naked body? What's next? You gonna sit on his lap?" Gojo asked.
"I have to seduce him and take that key....so yeah I have to" I replied. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO?!?!" Gojo asked.... almost screamed out of shock. "Gojo fucking Satoru if I saw you doing anything shit out of jealousy I'll kill you" I said. "Okay go ahead" he replied. "I'll kill myself" I said. "Fine.... I'll behave......" He replied pouting.
"now let's go" I said. "Still it's not fair. Sukuna isn't suppose to be enjoy by watching you like this" Gojo said. "Geto please put a gun in his ass and pull the trigger if he does anything stupid" I said. "Oh don't worry" Geto replied. "I'm the boss here why you all listen to her?" Gojo said. "Well cz she's your boss" Geto replied. Gojo groaned and we all went out of the car.
As we went out of the car Mei Mei stood outside of the car. Then our other men came out of the cars and spread to the whole area. Nanami and Megumi stood outside of the mansion. Of course we can't enter from the main gate. There's a tunnel on the backside of the mansion which connects to the hallway outside of the bathroom.
As we entered the mansion now I had to split up from them. "If any slightest thing makes you uncomfortable just speak up to me we all are connected to the ear device" Gojo said. "Don't worry Gojo....yk I can fight" I replied. "Ik.... but still I don't want you to get hurt for some of my business shit" Gojo said. "Gojo..... it's okay. I'll be fine!" I replied. Then give him a kiss.
"okay" he whispered. "Utahime.... you go to the backside exit of the mansion. As the alarm gonna turn on as we take the thing y/n Will get the chance to get away and she'll go out from that exit... And you'll be taking care of it. Make sure she doesn't get a single scratch" Gojo said. "Hmm..... don't worry about that" Utahime replied and went towards her destination and so do we.
I stood in front of the drink counter ordering tequila. I grabbed the drink and leaned on the counter and drank it. "I'm... can you tell me where Ryomen Sukuna is right now?" I asked the bartender. "He's right there...on the right side." He replied. "Thanks" I said and started walking towards the detection he told me. Then I spotted him.
He's sitting there drinking alcohol. Laughing with his friends. A blonde guy with sharp eyes....a guy with black hair and he has a scar on his lips. I only know Sukuna here. I walked towards them. "Excuse me...." I spoke. They stopped talking and looked at me. "Is that sit taken?" I asked. "You mean that one?" Sukuna asked pointing at the seat beside him. "No.... it's not taken." He replied.
"no not that one.... I'm talking about this one. Is this one free?" I asked again pointing at his lap. He smirked darkly. "For you? Yes" he replied tilting his head. I smiled at him and sat on his lap. He wrapped his hand around my waist. Gosh Gojo would've killed him by now if he was here. "My lap is free as well if you want to know" the guy with blonde hair said. "Noya shut the fuck up" replied the guy with a scar on his lips. "So..." Sukuna spoke. His eyes drifted down to my cleavage. "What's your name?" He asked.
He knows my real name.... I can't say that. I quickly thought of a fake name. "F/n (fake name)" I replied. "So....you here with....?" He asked pulling me more towards him. "If I had come here with anyone.... would I be sitting here?" I replied. He smirked. "I see .... then how did you come here? I've never seen you before" he asked. "You see the bartender over there? She's my friend....she said I should come and I did" I replied.
"I see and I appreciate that you did" he whispered in my ear. "I like your perfume" I said. "You'd like many things of me" he replied with a smirk. I realised his hand going upwards between my legs under my skirt. This basterd...... I quickly stopped his hand. "Come on....not here" I said. His face inches away from mine. "Should I get us some privacy?" He asked. "I'd love that ~" I replied.
He took me to a hallway. No one was there. He pushed me against the wall. "I like your neck" he said. I rubbed my hand up and down on his chest. I felt something....is that the key? I looked at the gap between his shirt. Yes it is that key he's wearing as a necklace. "There's more you'd like as well" I replied. "Yeah?" He asked with a smirk. "Why don't you find out yourself?" I said and he crashed his mouth on my neck.
God! Gojo come on do it quickly! I can't continue anymore! Do it do it..... I thought. Suddenly the loud sound of the alarm started ringing. Sukuna pulled away. His face serious now as he tried to process what happened. Suddenly his phone rang. "Hello?.....hmmm. WHAT?! I'm coming!" He at the call and run towards the direction We came from.
I run to the other side. "Y/n?... you okay?" I heard Gojo's voice from my ear device. "Yes... I'm fine..." I replied. "Nothing happened to you, right? You got the key?" He asked. "Yup I did....go to the submarine.... I'll be there" I replied. "Okay... meet you there then" he replied and hanging up. I run quickly towards the backside exit. No guards were there. I run as fast as I could.
Finally saw the exit. I run down the stairs. I saw Utahime. "Let's go" I said to her. I heard the guards voices coming towards us. I went towards the door. But suddenly Utahime grabbed my hand and Stopped me. "What are you doing? The guards are coming!!!" I said. "Come on.... don't rush too much" she said and pushed me towards the stairs.
I fell on the stairs. "What are you-" before I could finish my sentence she snatched my ear device and smashed it. My eyes widened. Why is she doing this? No no....is she ......is she betraying us? "Utahime?....." I spoke. "Shocked? I know you are" she said. Before I could react I felt someone grabbed my hair and pulled it from behind.
I groaned. "Look whom we got here...." A voice spoke. I turned my head to see. And it was Noya. He smirked and pulled me towards him. "Let go of my hair" I said. "Ohhhh.... I'm scared!" He said mockingly. I smashed my elbow on his face and kicked on his feet. He groaned and fell on the floor. "Aashole" I said and walked towards the exit again.
Suddenly I felt someone pull my hair again. This time..... Utahime. "Utahime stop this shit...why are you doing this" I said. "Because..... I never actually worked for your *BELOVED BOYFRIEND*.... I always worked for Sukuna. Your stupid boyfriend couldn't see that....and Don't run right now.... Sukuna is coming here.... don't wanna disappoint him" she said. I pushed off her hand and choked her to the wall. "You think you can fight me? And if you say a single shit about Gojo I'll bury you right here!!!!" I said looking at her eyes. I didn't realize when she took out an injection. She stabbed it on my neck and pushed the liquor inside. I felt dizzy. My hold on her neck loosened. I fell unconscious on the floor.
Gojo's POV
We all were inside the submarine. "Everyone here? Should we start the engine?" Megumi asked. "Yeah... everyone's in" Nanami replied. "You got it Gojo?" Shoko asked. "Yuppppp I did" I replied with a smirk. "Gosh I'm really happy that it's finally done!" Yuji said. "Yeah me too" Suguru replied. "Let's open it" I said. "Do it" everyone said.
"yeah where's y/n? She has the key" I said. "Oh.... yeah where's she?" Nobara said. "Yeah where's she?" Maki said. "What do you mean where's she?!?! She didn't come here????" I asked. "I haven't seen her coming" Mei Mei said. "What the hell do you mean?!" I said. Does that....does that mean.....no no no no! "Don't tell she didn't come here!" Megumi said.
"how the hell is she not here????????" I screamed. I was breathing heavily. "Satoru...calm down" Suguru said. "How can I???" I said. Oh god why did this happened??!! I looked at Mei Mei. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do anything" she said. "Come on guys why y'all are looking at me. I swear to god I didn't do anything... she's my good friend come on.... Gojo you know I won't do this for money!" She said.
"wait.... where's utahime?" Suguru asked. "Oh my fucking god......no way" Shoko said. Everyone was shocked. "I swear to god" I groaned with grinded teeth. "Let's go back." I said. "We can't" Yuji said. "What do you mean we can't?!" I asked. "We can't turn the submarine... it's not programmed like that....but don't worry I'll speed up and then go back there again" Megumi said. "Please do as soon as possible!" I said and sit on the floor. I hope she's not hurt yet.
Y/n's POV
I slowly opened my eyes. Where am I? I was in a room. Wait...I can't move. Shit....are my hands tied up? Yes it is. Wait-.... where's my dress? Why am I in just a bra and underwear?! I heard a voice. I turned around my head. It's Noya. God he pisses me off so much. "Awake?" He said. I saw Utahime standing beside him. He came on the bed. "Fuck off" I said backing up.
"oh? Are your fighting powers dead now?" He said mockingly. I pulled my legs up and kicked him on his nuts. "What do you think?" I said. He fell on the floor. "You fucking bitch!!!!" He screamed. "Shut the fuck up Noya..... Toji? Take your brother out of here and everyone get out I need some personal space" a voice said. I recognised it very well. It's Sukuna.
My heart was beating so fast. Everyone went out. He was standing in front of the bed smirking at me. "So...." He spoke. His deep voice gave me chills. He took off his shoes and started crawling towards me on the bed. My breath hitched. Is he gonna kill me now? "How are you feeling miss f/n....or should I say y/n?" I whispered with a smirk. I swallowed hard.
He grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him and pinned me underneath him. Shit I can't even move now. "So when is your BoYfRiEnD coming?" He asked mockingly and laughed. I spat on his face. His laugh stopped. He looked at me. Too dangerously. He choked me on the bed. "Such a bitch you are" he said. "I think I should prepare you before your boyfriend comes to take you back" he said.
Suddenly I felt my panties being pulled aside. My eyes widened. "No no no no stop don't.... wait!" I tried to stop him. Before I could do anything I felt something entered inside me. Then a powerful thrust. I screamed out of my lungs. He laughed darkly. No no no this can't be happening. I was struggling underneath him. "Can understand why Gojo kept you" he said with a brutal thrust.
It hurts...it hurts so much! "ahhhhhhh.... pull out!!! Please pull out!!! It hurts!!!!!!!" I screamed. "Shhh....be a good slut for me like you wanted to be back there and please him" he said and started thrusting in and out. I screamed hoping someone will stop it. "Nobody's gonna help you, slut....just accept it" he whispered in my ear and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder.
" ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight.....oh fuck ...oh fuck.... it's even better than I thought it would be" he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder. He was still thrusting roughly. He choked me down to the bed. "Now look at me when I cum inside you" he said statistically. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all I could.
" Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I screamed. "Seems like you having fun" a voice said from behind. Sukuna was still thrusting. Within a minute he came. He pulled out. "Yeah.... now you can have it for you" Sukuna replied. Now I see the face of the person and I'm shocked. It's..... it's Geto?!
I was shocked. He was looking at me with an evil smirk. Something feels so off about him. Is that a scar on his forehead? Geto doesn't have that! He crawled on top of my. I was still breathing heavily. "I'm not Geto darling.... wanna know who I am?" He asked. Then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Kenjaku" he said. And I felt something entering my entrance again. I closed my eyes shut. It can't be happening again! I felt a strong thrust and I gasped. I didn't realised when I passed out.
After waking up
I slowly opened my eyes. My legs hurt so much. I saw everyone sitting in front of me. And I was tied up with a chair. "So are you gonna tell us everything about your boyfriend's kingdom or we have to force you?" Sukuna said. "Burn in fucking hell.... I won't tell you anything" I replied with grinded teeth. "Ahhh... still so bitchy....kinda expected from Gojo's girlfriend " kenjaku Said.
"okay then...go on Mahito" kenjaku said. I saw a blue haired guy walking towards me. His whole body is covered with stitching tattoos. "As you wish" he said with a smirk and without any warning he slapped me hard. "Come on Mahito...do you think she's gonna open up by slapping?!" Sukuna said. "Okay then" Mahito replied.
Suddenly he took out a knife from his belt and stabbed four times on my left leg. I screamed loudly. Oh god this hurts so much. "Speak up" he said. "B-burn in h-hell" I sobbed. He stabbed my other leg three times. I screamed. I can't take it anymore it hurts so much. "She's stronger than I thought" he said. "Not my problem" he said and grabbed a hot metal from the fireplace.
My eyes widened. He smirked and pressed it on my leg. My throat hurts from screaming. It feels like death. "Boss... they're here" one of the guards came inside and said. "Ah looks like your boyfriend finally came back" Sukuna said. "Let's go Mahito.....we gonna have this fight some time soon" he said and all of them leave.
Gojo's POV
We came back to the mansion again. This time with more men. The mansion is almost empty now. I don't care I just want her. "Whoever gets her inform me" I said. Me and Suguru went to the same detection. Yuji and Megumi went to the same detection. Yuta and inumaki went to the same detection. Nanami and maki went to the same detection. Nobara and Mei Mei went to the same detection.
We were searching every rooms. Noone was there. The last in this hallway. Wait....is it blood on the door? I rushed to open the door and my eyes widened. There she is. "Y/n?..." I spoke. She's tied up on the chair. I went to her. I quickly untied her. She cling on me. "H-Hurts" she sobbed. Her legs were stabbed one leg has burnt mark. Those mother fuckers were torturing her?! Wait.... where's her clothes? Don't tell me.....
I quickly took off my jacket and put it over her to cover her. I carried her out. Suguru was standing there. "What?" He asked. I shook my head sideways. His eyes widened. I swear to god. I'll torture all those fuckers to death whoever even touched her tonight!
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eda-hagetaka · 6 months ago
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I absolutely love Uraume's design! And the character themself fascinates me. I spent a long time working on this art, but unfortunately, I'm not satisfied with the result 😭🫠 I don't have many ideas for drawing, so I'm always open to suggestions and experiments.
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xjulixred45x · 1 year ago
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If Child reader of Platonic Yandere Kenjaku meets Gojo...
Before anything, this is NOT a continuation of THIS one, that is more a scenerio of "What if", this is what i call the Route to the "True Ending" for Say something. NOW lest continue.
Also, this idea was kind of given by @kiracrzy-blog (thanks for that one Sweetie! Hope You enjoy!)
Satoru probably knew about (Child reader) even before the whole disaster, he would know that Geto had a child, but he didn't have much else, Suguru was very careful with them and their mother to prevent them from going after them (Even more if the child have inherited his cursed technique), but Satoru was definitely very curious about the child.
That's why he wouldn't know how he would interact with them if he ever met them, I mean, he LITERALLY killed their father and couldn't stop them from killing their mother, why would they want to see HIM of all people? He also had time to think about it in the containing prison.
A part of him wanted to meet them, see what they were like, were they more like Suguru or more like their mother? Were they extroverted or introverted? What was Suguru like as a father? And their mother? Did they suffer a lot when they died? Did they know that THAT THING was controlling their father's body?
Many of those answers were resolved as soon as he was released.
NOW, Gojo is much calmer and more mature than one would expect in the situation, he can see that (Child reader) has already been through a lot and he doesn't want them to be more afraid of him than they probably already are. He wants them to also get answers to their questions, so he sets up some small outings, nothing too complicated, just going to eat something somewhere safe and Satoru lets them ask them questions in exchange for the same.
Satoru was happy to hear that Suguru was a good father, that (child reader)'s mother was a good mother, that they lived a happy life...until Suguru died and Kenjaku arrived in his place.
Satoru is surprised that they (Child reader) don't resent him, but then he says something he wouldn't have expected at this point.
-"You may have killed my dad...but you were my father's only best friend...we can let things be...get over it...you mean a LOT to My father even...after all..."-
...that was so...wow, (Child reader) has power, they made the strongest sorcerer of today almost cry. He didn't think he needed to hear that SO MUCH...
although of course, not everything is so positive, Satoru has to retain all the anger he feels when hearing how Kenjaku came to treat (Child reader) using the body of their OWN FATHER and he may even have to console them, because well, it's HORRIBLE that distort the image of a person you love like this.
Satoru promises, SWEARS to (child reader) that after winning against Sukuna, he will go directly against Kenjaku and when he kills him, both will give him a dignified burial with the twins, and if the changes are in their favor, the WHOLE family of Geto. and (Child reader) feel light for the first time in God knows how long, they being with Gojo Kenjaku won't be after them. They are safe, they are not alone.
I think that in general, during the entire month of preparation that Gojo does before the battle against Sukuna, he takes advantage of every gap in his schedule to spend time with (child reader) and be a kind of "fun uncle" for them (he may even try to start a conversation with the twins, but it doesn't always work). He shares sweet things with them, tells them stories from when he and their father were young, he may even teach them a couple of useful techniques for hiding and so on.
Gojo carrying (child reader) on his shoulders while they go somewhere fun or while Gojo uses his infinity to float 🥺it would be so healthy..
Meanwhile Kenjaku is pulling his hair and biting his nails because GODDAMED! He can't get (child reader) back if they are not alone!if he get even a little close to Satoru he will kill him! And now (child reader) and Gojo are TOGHETER ALMOST EVERY DAY!! and at the same time he is soooo jealous that (child reader) is having such a good time with Gojo. He's their DAMN FATHER (in his crazy head at least)! And (child reader) acts more as if his enemy is more worthy of their affection than HIM):< (HE IS, but he will never admit it).
The good thing is that neither Sukuna nor Uraume are interested in helping Kenjaku in this, they already dislike him, but now that he spends his time complaining about a human child and since he wants them back, it is strangely tolerable, they are not going to ruin all returning them to Kenjaku. Part of them are just happy that Kenjaku is suffering for the first time in thousands of years.
Returning to the topic, I also imagine that (Child reader) shares everything that Satoru gives them with Choso and the twins, shows them their new clothes, saves candy for them, tells them excitedly about their day with Gojo, etc. .
Choso is so happy to see (Child reader) FINALLY be a child their age, get excited about these kinds of things and I think he would thank Satoru directly for everything he does for them even if he knows what happened in the past ( by not fully understanding humans and partly also because of all the positive feelings that have happened to Child reader)
Mimiko and Nanako are happy for (child reader), very happy, of course, they can't completely forgive Satoru, but damn, this could be the first step to HEALING (child reader), of returning to normal once everything is over , to be a family together again... who knows... maybe Gojo can be part of it... being so important to Geto...
Gojo is fine with just being a friend to (Child reader) in the future or being part of their family, as long as he is PART OF THAT FUTURE, and that future is HAPPY AND SAFE, he is fine with that, even if they don't want to see him more.
a better world is the least they owe to being Geto's child... a world where they should not have gone through all the pain and trauma they had, where he didn't have to kill their father... he wants that ( child reader) TO BE A CHILD.
So when he loses the battle against Sukuna and sees Geto on the other side, he doesn't know what to say, how to ask for forgiveness from him.
He couldn't do it, he couldn't beat him, he couldn't keep his oath, he couldn't bury Suguru with (Child reader), he couldn't see what will happen to them...HE FAILED THEM. NOT ONLY THEM, BUT ALSO SUGURU.
He left his child at the mercy of the world (with that PSYCHO still alive!!). hell, a child that Geto himself should have been able to raise if he had had different circumstances, if Geto had been there, supporting him, along with his child, both happy, safe, alive...
well, (child reader) is.
Suguru would try to console him, it's not his fault he died after all, he gave everything he had, Sukuna plays dirty......Suguru (and his wife) are grateful that at least Satoru spent the time he did with their child, trying to make a better world for them. They are grateful to him.
and (Child reader) will not be alone. Satoru KNOWS that, he can be at Peace, al least a little knowing that.
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(Child reader) only sees on the screens (while Choso and Nanako try to cover their eyes) the result of the battle, Sukuna has won, Satoru lost.
Kenjaku is still alive.
but nothing stay still too long. then everyone is going to fight, those from Culling Game, the students, special grades, Yuji...
Choso puts a hand on (Child reader's) head, Mimiko and Nanako prepare to fight, they know what it means, they don't know how they feel about it(they already had a LOT of emotions to deal with), but they know what they have in mind.
Kenjaku is going to die. whether he like it or not.
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mullermilkshake · 6 months ago
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Pseudo Suguru Geto
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SPOILERS
Appearances aren't always what they seem.
“Prison realm. Gate open.”
The giant square of skinless muscle opened, its singular eye wide open, showing you your fate. It glared at you, staring straight into your soul. It convulsed, vibrating like a quivering leaf.
“What- what is this?” You took a step backwards, unable to avoid its gaze, still and unnerving.
“It took so long to find you. You've been quite a nuisance.”
You recognised the voice, but it was laced with uncertainty. Would you dare to turn? Could you entertain the idea of any other eyes than the giant, ominous pupil sat in front of you?
You turned. “W-wait. No way. This can’t be-”
Suguru Geto. 
You saw him die, watching on from the sidelines, his wrist going limp and drawing last breath. There was no way he could have been standing in front of you now.
But he was.
“Long time no see.” Suguru smiled, his hand moved in a gentle wave.
Geto’s eyes were there, but then, they weren’t. They didn’t have the same love they usually had. He looked the same as he did when you last met, but the line of stitches on his forehead said otherwise. 
“It can’t be you.” You said, stepping back a fraction. “I saw you die I- Satoru killed-”
“Satoru isn’t the best at commitment is he?”
Suguru took a step getting much closer now, he was in arms reach. You could touch his cheek if you wanted. But this time wasn’t like those other times. 
“Who are you?”
“You know who I am.”
“No. Even up to Suguru’s death, he never gave me the unease you’re giving me now.”
He chuckled, fiddling with his forehead. “ You were always so clever, weren’t you?”
You gasped, putting your hand to your mouth to stop the sickness. The top of his head came away, clean and precise. His maniacal smile never faltered. 
“That’s exactly what Satoru Gojo said too. It seems I can’t fool everyone.”
A brain. His brain smiled with him, transparent goo dripped down his cheeks like it was being preserved artificially. It looked painful. You heaved and your hand clenched at your stomach in hopes to stop the chain-reaction. 
Everything was fucked. This thing was parading a dead man around you, a carcass of someone you loved. Your retching turned to sobs, you pushed him away but he stayed where he was.
“Where is he, where is Satoru? What have you done with him?!” 
“He’s in a safe place.” He paused, his smile still remained. “Now it’s just a matter of where to put you.”
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i-cant-sing · 2 years ago
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What happens to Teen Fushiguro in the Shibuya Arc after Kenjaku & Mahito kidnap her?
Ah yes, I forgot about this one. Okay, so I imagine that they take you underground or wherever their lair is and like idk... cast spells on you to keep you from using your powers against them. You continue to threaten them, hurl insults at them and they find it amusing because 1. You're a child 2. You don't even know how easily they could kill you. 3. You're a child, why are you trying to fight the boss fights??💀
Anyways, you grow on them and they do end up becoming yanderes for you too. I mean, Kenjaku is like grandfather/guardian figure to you, and if like Getou is still alive/concious inside him, then he's like an uncle/godfather figure to you. They're bothe very protective, Getou more than Kenjaku, while Kenjaku is more like those veteran granddads who want you to become the best version of yourself and be independent, so they don't help you unless they absolutely do need to step in, but nevertheless love you. And once you do learn whatever skill/lesson he wanted you to, or actually become independent, he does not want you to use those new skills or become independent and stop relying on him for "protection" (even if u don't want it in the first place) or leave him/try to replace him. Nuh uh.
Same goes for Getou too, only he's far more gentle with you. Of course he wants you to be stronger and independent too, but he's far more likely too jump in to help you way before any true harm befalls you. He's softer in his lessons, always has that gentle smile on his face as he dodges whatever attack you launch on him. Encouraging words as he pats your head while you're on the ground trying to catch your breath.
As for Mahito, he's much more like an annoying older brother who bullies you for shits and giggles but God forbid if anyone else hurts you. I mean he'd still make fun of you for getting hurt, but rest assured whoever harmed you is now obliterated.
Your time with them is spent with Kenjaku provoking you and finding whatever it is that makes you tick and then having you spar with curses or with Mahito (who takes great joy in being a jerk). And sure, compared to all of their other victims, you're in "paradise," but in reality, your mental is taking a plunge very fast. Because Kenjaku and Mahito have realised your trigger point-
Abandonment issues.
So they use that against you. Everyday, they tell you that your father left you, that Megumi never fought hard enough for you because he didn't like you, that Gojo knew Megumi had a sister but he didn't take you in with him, and that the Zenin clan did consider you a nuisance which is why they let Gojo take you to Jujutsu High, just so that Gojo can use you as a weapon.
And sure, you'd argue that none of it is true but when a lie is told enough times, it starts to feel like the truth. So with the constant feed of negative words and being cut off from the outside world, reader couldn't help but believe all those lies, and that's how her self esteem and mental health took a turn for worse. She becomes more isolated, more quiet, more... dead. She lacks the energy to fight off those curses, not even fazed as they come a little too close to actually killing you (obv Kenjaku or Mahito step in before they can). And this is the point where they think that now that they have broken you down, they can start building you up again... and have you join their side of the battle. Of course, you're still against that, just not putting any actual effort into reacting to them, but then... they bring Megumi.
Or well, Sukuna occupying Megumi's body.
You instantly recognised them both- recognised the shift in the energy, recognised the monster who was disguised as your brother and you broke down. Fell to your knees, sobbed hard enough for your body to shake until Sukuna gathered you in his arms and moved to a private space, away from prying eyes.
You cried and cried, and Sukuna didn't need you to actually say anything for him to understand. You were mourning for your brother, who you knew has a target on his back now that he was Sukuna's vessel, who wouldnt be leaving him so easily. He just patted your back and assured you that everything will be alright if you just listen to him, made you remember how he promised that he'd always be there for you, made you promise to stick by his side and nothing bad will ever happen to you.
"Sukuna?" Your teary voice croaked, the curse king hummed in response. "Promise you won't hurt Megumi? Won't let anyone else hurt Megumi?"
Despite everything, you still cared for your brother. You didn't really need him, but the way you begged... Sukuna didn't have the heart to say no.
"Okay. Only if you listen to me." You nodded, sniffling as you rested your head against his shoulder.
From there on, I think that Kenjaku will continue to help you weild your powers to become the perfect vessel for Sukuna (who has actually no intention of using you as a vessel, no he just wants you by his side for eternity, all for him to spoil and pamper). You follow Sukuna's rules, stay indoors and only come out when he let's you accompany him, sometimes he'd let you enter his domain expansion so that you could meet Megumi, who tries to convince you run for your life and don't worry about him.
Now, I like to think that a point comes when Gojo is finally free from the prison realm and is now ready to beat everyone's asses, and that's when Sukuna mentions how he has been having a good time with you, which only provokes Gojo to fucking murder him and even Megumi, before he finally decides to just beat his ass and look for you (probably when you stop Gojo from killing Megumi) and that's how Gojo ends up snatching you away as you scream for Sukuna to not kill Megumi, beg Gojo to let you go because Sukuna would kill Megumi if you're not there. And all of this sounds like Stockholm syndrome to Gojo and the gang, who again, keep you under lock and key.
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horizondemise · 1 year ago
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Kenjaku in Unexpected Places: The Train
You don’t know when the train car emptied. It feels like just seconds ago, you were being crushed by the crowd and now it’s just you and one other person. A man with long black hair, wearing robes you’d normally see in a temple.
With your head lowered and a book open in your hands, it shouldn’t be obvious that you’re stealing glances at him. Though you can’t get a good look at his face from this distance, you have this odd feeling. A tickling on the surface of your brain, a sort of itch as if you’ve seen him before, but you can’t remember.
You try to shrug it off, try to focus on your book as the train keeps moving. The creak of the only other occupied seat makes you tense up and grip your book tighter. It’s followed by the tap of footsteps approaching from down the car.
Without a word, the man settles into the seat directly across from you. Your eyes lift for just a second and you can see a line of stitches across his forehead. You see the man’s handsome features; dark eyes, a masculine face. A smile is settled on his lips that…sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t recognize his face, but there’s something naggingly familiar about his smile.
He leans forward in his seat, his elbows resting on his knees as he takes you in. The last time Kenjaku saw you, he was in a different vessel. He can remember how easy you were to charm, how eagerly you doted on him and tried to please him. After being forced to abandon you in the past, he thought he may never see you again, but here you are.
Oh, are you…trembling? Gripping that book so tightly in those hands that used to explore one of his past vessels. Those lips that used to please him are set in a tight line. You may not recognize him in this body, but he’ll make sure you remember him soon enough. After all, you’re the last two people in this train car and you’re rapidly approaching the last stop of the night.
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gojo-mochi · 1 year ago
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Yandere men who are so charming around everyone else… they don’t even have to hide the blood stains on their hands. Laughing it off saying they were clumsy or it’s paint. And of course everyone believes them. Why would they not? They’re so sweet and kind, especially to you, their precious darling, oh how they pepper you with soft kisses and spoil you with treats…
No one believes you when you say that they’re actually insane… playing off as a joke between the two of you when you try to get away from them. His grip on your shoulder tight as he laugh with the neighbor, saying how you were talking about some silly stuff. Guiding you back home safely. His eyes never leaving your body, his hand on your back, his presence all over you…
Kissing your forehead while you cry as he apologizes for not cleaning up his mess in the kitchen. The body still laying there cold on the floor. He makes you sit on the counter and watch as he chop it up, getting even more blood on him and you.. his bloodstain hands on your thighs parting them sweetly. You just looked so delicious and cute watching him work, and he was working so hard… just for you, you know? That delivery guy shouldn’t had touched your hand for that long, he should had known better.. but it’s ok.. he knows you love him when you don’t say a word as he takes off your panties right there in the kitchen. Right in front of chopped up corpse. Letting him slide his dirty red fingers in you, his tongue enjoying how the blood and your own slick taste on his tongue
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xoxosleepyhead · 2 months ago
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Warnings: Yandere-ness, Kenjaku, Slight manga spoilers, Not proofread, unedited, Manipulation, toxic relationships, Slight grammar problems
A/N: Wow this is longer than expected, I jut wanted to rant about yandere Kenjaku. Idk but that man does something to me. Maybe will proofread later. Honestly I ran out of ideas for the ending so-
Yandere Kenjaku is genuinly intresting to me, he’s not really the type of person who feels love of all things. Hes been shown to be this uncaring charatcer who does whatever he pleases. He litterally had children (choso, itadori cursed wombs) and basically abandoned them. He’s this charatcer who doesn’t care much about other in general, unlike Sukuna. Sukuna was shown to be evil but redempation worhty antagnist. He adopted basically adopted and cared for Uraume (as shown in the epilogue). Meanwhile kenny over here not only has sons but straight up traumatized them. Point is- when he falls in “love” he’s going to be obsessed with the person to an unhealthy extent. Because lets face it, everything about this man is unhealthy. He’s going to stalk them, he’s going to “watch over” them to unhealthy extent. Because Kenjaku in general is a very manipulating person. He’s probably manipulting everything in his darlings life to fall apart. Friends or family? Threathened to stay back if they know whats good for them. His darlings job? A few strings pulled and suddenly they’re fired without notice. Right now he’s in Suguru Geto’s body. Which gives him a lot of connections and such who knew running a cult could come in handy? He uses all the materials he can to make darlings life hell. He has a few curses tail her. Not harm, becuase he could never harm his darling! he would break your bones if he felt like it. So in the end darling comes running to him. Suguru Geto’s exorcisms. He’s estatic! His darling is coming running to him to remove all these curses! With meek and fearful eyes! Just know that now that you’ve come running to him, he won’t let you go.
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bluevelvetthing · 5 months ago
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This has probably been said before, but I think Mahito definitely gets cute aggression which works out because he gives me cute aggression so we can both just nuzzle and squish and shake and bite each other while screaming/squealing incoherently
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lilacxquartz · 7 months ago
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lilac’s bite sized jjk yandere nightmares masterlist
about: exploring darker yandere with short stories/8 chapters max fics—updated every monday with sometimes a break if a chapter/story needs more time.
tw: some of these works will be very intense, the generalised tag is dead dove, but the specific warnings will be listed in the work or chapter as it gets updated. links lead to ao3 as well as tumblr.
ao3 • main masterlist
blessed with blue • tumblr link
angel satoru gojo x mortal reader
to save a broken soul • tumblr link
suguru geto x cursed spirit reader
pretty little trinket • tumblr link
harpy shoko x human reader
beyond hellfire • tumblr link
true form sukuna x reader
haunted memories
kenjaku x vessel reader
limited edition doll
mahito x reader
symbiosis
(turning) zombie choso kamo x reader
entombed
yuki tsukumo x reader
damsel in distress
king kento nanami x peasant reader
in my web
monster utahime x adventurer reader
passenger princess
shiu kong x reader
the lies we tell
higuruma hiromi x reader
never let you go
ghoul naoya x widowed reader
too pretty to die
takuma ino x reader
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cyllres · 8 months ago
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Control | JJK x Makima! Reader Alternate Universe 
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“𝔄𝔫𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢? ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔶 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡, 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔉𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔬, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔱𝔬𝔬. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡. 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶?”
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eda-hagetaka · 9 months ago
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As long as I live, you will hear that I am mad about Sukuna.
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