#you just ripped off my heart sorcerer

[yeagersss]

Sukuna who has defeated every sorcerer and rules at the top.

Sukuna who is utterly bored out of his mind now. His monotonous days pass with him sitting on his throne, listening to the pleas of humans to spare him, curses updating how far and wide his kingdom has stretched.

But none of that matters to him anymore.

He wants a challenge. He craves a challenge.

In comes you, a precious, little thing with a unique technique. A precious, little thing hidden away by your clan.

A clan who would rather let the technique die than let it be carried on in a woman's blood.

But your grandfather was a good man. He taught you the way of the sword. All the basics that helped you carry your own.

After all, you were the sole sorcerer left on this land. It was your duty to defeat the King of Curses.

But then your grandfather died and you were confined in your clan's estate.

But that didn't stop you. You were determined. You had a destiny that was calling to you.

And so, with your family's sword in hand, you ran away. You, a precious little thing, you had barely learned to control your technique and was new to handling a sword.

But you were determined and even Sukuna could see that when you stood before his throne.

His four eyes wandered across you. You were a pretty little thing. Looking at him defiantly with doe eyes while holding your sword firmly in your hands.

"Ryomen Sukuna, I-I have come to defeated you!"

And the King of Curses couldn't stop the maddening grin spreading across his face. A challenge. Even if it was from an utterly, weak thing like you... It was challenge.

His mind was reeling with what he could do with you.

He could toy with you. Play with you until he gets bored and finally silences you with a simple flick of his finger. He could make you think you were close to winning. See the joy on your face until he rips your heart out.

But when you charged towards him. Sukuna saw the potential in you. The potential to be strong.

The potential to be more than just a temporary plaything for him.

And that's when a thought popped up in his mind. He had all the time in the world. But the main thing was that he was bored enough to try something new.

So with each swing of your sword and each burst of curse energy, he huffed out brash comments your way.

"You call that an attack?"

"What is that? Even a child could do better."

"You're wasting my time, woman."

"Tsk. Slow. Sloppy. Useless."

It wasn't until after a desperate swing of your sword, did you find your chest pinned to the wall with one of his powerful hands with ease.

The curse had taken your sword and inspected the blade curiously. "Your form is pathetic. Who taught you to wield a blade?"

You gritted your teeth, refusing to answer until he pressed you further against the concrete.

"M-My grandfather... taught me...!" You cried out. Your bones would break if he pressed you further.

He snorted. "It seems that your grandfather is a useless man."

Anger boiled within you. You wanted to scream at him for insulting the only family who had ever loved you but you were tossed to the ground as if you were nothing.

Your tired body hit the polished marble. You were a mess. Your long hair had came undone in the middle of the fight. Your kimono had slipped off your shoulders.

And Sukuna wouldn't lie when he let his eyes wander across your form. You were a pretty, little thing after all. Even better now that you were on his knees in front of him, looking absolutely defeated.

You had accepted your death. You were about to die. This cruel, selfish being will never spare you.

But then you felt the cold tip your blade against your chin as the King tilted your head up to make you look at him.

"Don't think that I'm done with you yet, little one."

"W-What do you want from me?" You choked out.

And a cruel grin stretched across his face. "I will take you under my wing. I will teach you how to harness your curse technique and how to use a blade."

It wasn't a request or a choice. It was a straight out order.

Your eyes widened at his words. "W-Why...?"

Why indeed? Because Ryomen Sukuna was a selfish and bored man. He wanted a challenge? Then he will mold you into his perfect sorceress. His perfect little killing machine. And when the time finally comes, you will give him a challenge of a lifetime.

[maddyguru]

tw: dark content, gang r*pe, AU where Gojo joins Geto to destroy the world after Riko so he massacred the village with him, loss of virginity, degradation, no remorse, wump reader bc i love suffering, reader getting bruises bc of them, MINORS DNI

it was a game of cat and mouse and they really enjoyed it. watching you run around the house in terror and crying as you go; it makes its all fun for them. the two strongest sorcerers do not worry about getting you or not because they know they will get you.

"i got you, kitty." gojo cruelly whispered into your ears, grinning as he did while staring at his best friend. from your behind, he hugged you closer to his chest.

even when you begged them to stop, but they completely ignored you- it dawned on you that they're raping you when your older brother suguru pushed your legs apart and his friend is holding your hands together above your head. you had kicked, screamed, plead, but all of those things did not work in your favour. you were held captive in your own family home. your panties were ripped downwards, dangling around your thighs, almost touching the floor afterwards. Through your cries, there you see, your older brother is taking off his school pants.

"you just couldn't wait, bro?" satoru cackled, and with no hesitation, a sharp pain was settling into your lower belly, shooting to your spine and your whole body. your lips turned into an o shape to scream, but nothing came out as the pain is almost blinding to you, but the two men can see how your hands were clenching and unclenching, your legs flailed together as your brother fucks into you deeper, and the way he smiled when he saw droplets of blood on his thick cock made you sobbed.

"Hard to believe my pretty girl is a virgin." he says, layer hissing once he stuff you full with his meat.

"Was, Suguru." satoru replied, which made you cry harder at the fact.

it went for hours, you were raped in your own family home. you saw your parents bodies near you and all you want was mama to come and save you and hold you- tell you its ok and everything will be fine but instead, you're assaulted by God knows why. You hardly talk to niichan and you don't know why he's hurting you. It made your heart sad when you thought about Suguru as your loving oniichan but no longer that person as his hips connecting with yours again and again.

"Stop.... oniichan.."

"no..."

"oniichan, it hurts..."

"my stomach hurts..."

Even after you plead, it did not stop him from passing you to Satoru. as soon as he came, satoru were eager to have you later on. He fucked you rougher than your brother did, going as far as bruising you on the arms and making sure you bleed from his teeth biting into your flesh ; you cried for your brother to help, and and you cried for your brother's friend to stop, but it remains the same- you were raped again and again.

"please just stop.... it hurts all over..." for the hundredth time, you plead.

A/N: I have left the writing world for quite a while since work is so hectic but I think it will be ok a little when i start my new office job. I've quit retail, and will start a new job soon so I'm excited about it! I will try harder to update my works and drop some short drabbles like this to keep the writing going on. Oh, and thank you for 1k followers ❤️ please continue to send me thirst asks longer the better ahha. more geto and gojo gang r*pe please 👀

[r0-boat]

Whb Angelified Chimera!MC Au

Cw: chapter 6 speculation!!, The kings are shooketh, MC felt useless. MC being unhinged and cool. Sfw

The Tartaros lab was swarming with angels, and angelified victims. They were strong. very strong. Even with the demons at your side it was still hard the angels were pushing back and chances of victory seemed grim. You wanted to help! Do something! Put all you could do was go forward while the devils you knew and loved fought behind you, trying to keep the angels at bay as you reached the room containing the fruit... The reason why this was happening in the first place.

The fruit was nothing more than the size of a cherry. Perhaps from all the experiments angels picked at almost clean. But there was still a little bit left. You held the glowing fruit in your hand it's shimmered with a white light beckoning you to taste. Memories flash in your mind. Leamas, Nina, Ppyong witnessing a friendly member succumb to this fruit. But you also remember that the reason why angelification begins is because demons cannot handle its power.... But you were not a devil. You are the child of a powerful sorcerer. You could do this... You are not as strong as Solomon but with this you could protect the ones you love. You could end this war.

So you took a bite...

Your lower body splitting and shifting and growing, you screamed in pain. It hurt, but it was manageable—white fluffy wings sprouting from your back. Your lower body was almost draconic, with a halo around your tail. It fucking hurt like hell, your bones splitting and cracking, your skin ripping and tearing to form hard scales, you're back itchy as white wings begin to sprout.

Wrath surged through you as you busted through the walls The Angel's eyes widened with terror only to be met with your claws. All you heard was their screams until the broken walls and shattered floor were stained with blood and covered with feathers. The demons, the devils who loved you, looked at you with horror, fear almost morning; what had you become?

Leviathan was terrified His heart racing; he could hardly contain it as he clutches his chest. Deep down, he knew what happened in that room, but he could not accept it. You cannot be this stupid to eat the same fruit That caused pain. A part of him wants to smack you across the face for even considering what you did. But another part of him is so worried sick, and all he wants to do is hug you and hold you close and ask you why.

Satan knew... Something was different. Even with the pure wrath circling within him at first but when he looked at you, seem to have calmed. You are not an angelified monster... When he looked into your eyes he didn't see just emptiness, You are still in there. He reached out to touch you as you slowly leaned down-

Only to be cut short my more angels you let out and inhuman noise your white wings spreading to take flight. Your claws smashing a hole in several walls

Satan and Levi are now practically chasing after you. The lab was big but you couldn't have gone far. Sitri agrees with his king that's something is different about you. You only attacked the angels not them. Ppyong is in shambles... He surely hopes that what he fears is not true What is he going to tell Minhyeok...

Mammon is stopping Angels from coming in. He knows that the glass in this facility is unbreakable. He spent good money on this, and it was holding up rather well. Angels were still getting in from the other side. However, he's doing his part to stop more of them from coming in. That smile quickly wiped off his face when the glass shattered what appears to be a giant monster barreling through the window it's white wings and scent messing with his it's angelfication, But he could smell you?? He almost stumbled backward when he saw the torso of the beast.

you...

He was stunned standing still as you shred through Angel after Angel.

He stood there and watched as you screamed at your new victory and looked at your next opponent. A giant angelified demon, You didn't even know Mammon was there The only thing in your mind was 'angel.threat'

Beelzebub was there when it happened He could just barely see you You couldn't hear him when he screamed no as you put the fruit to your lips. The King's new about your feelings of uselessness They tried to console you they tried telling you that you were just as important as anyone.

Belphegor is on the front lines. They were doing their part, and he was bored. He already knew his enemies 10-fold. But then something unexpected happened as they tried to bring down a vast beast; another one collided with it, starting a fight that he'd only seen in his comics. 'Wait a minute,' He thought as he held out his arm, commanding his devils to ceasefire.

Is that that human he's hurt so much about??? What the heck? From his desk you probably ate the fruit fucking stupid also... Very bold. A move he would never ever see coming from anyone.

After the angels retreat you are still on a rampage though you didn't want to hurt your devil friends the pain was all becoming too much You tried to fly away to push them back with your tail It took all five of the demon kings to bring you down to the ground.

Luckily since you were a human your angelfication was not permanent. But it was not without drawbacks.

You woke up to an angry Lucifer He has heard everything and he is pissed. Worried and pissed. So worried on the patient that he refrains from ripping you a new one for your stupid stunt. Do you know how lucky you are to survive that?

However it's not completely reversed All you have now is evidence of what you did. Your canines are now sharper almost like fangs. And what really freaked you out is that your chest and around your privates were covered in white feathers.

Leviathan is so angry He's shaking and rage and with worry The seat he's in despite his calm demeanor won't stop shaking with his body. Part of him wants to hold you close another part of him doesn't even want to look at you!

Satan his eyes filled with relief and fear as he feels the soft feathers now covering a third of your body. He wants you to swear to him to never do that stunt ever again!

Mammon honestly is amazed with his master, He was worried sick but he was kind of in awe about how strong you were. Bimet disagrees but will not say it out loud (He wonders how much your feathers will sell.)

Belphegor seems very interested in you now...

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

corrupt!Satoru refuses to let go of his little sorcerer girlfriend when he becomes a vessel: Sure things have changed a bit.. Okay, a fucking lot. He's been put on a temporary leave by Yuji and the others till they can figure out a reverse. Which unfortunately for you means he's got all that time in the world to focus on your guy's relationship. "Y/n!" The unanticipated shout of your name almost makes you jump out your fuckin skin, quickly scarfing down a scolding hot piece of bacon so you don't choke. Dammit, you thought you could enjoy a nibble of breakfast before having to appease your master boyfriend. You pray to any God with a heart that Satoru wasn't too pissed at you for not being by his side when he awoke. From the goosebumps creeping down your neck and eerily sudden silence surrounding you, it's an obvious useless hopeless wish. "Why the fuck weren't you next to me when I woke up? Did I not say havin you by my side at all time keeps me from becoming.. Murderous?" The sudden presence and growled query compels you to spin around, starin up at him with wide frightened eyes. He's shirtless, gazing back with an unreadable expression as his magnificent morning wood bulges obscenely. "T-toru, I -" His hand damn near teleports to hold you firm around your slender brown neck. "Know what? I don't really feel like hearin whatever pathetic excuse is about to fall from those cute lips, baby. On your knees." He tells you, pushin you down with one hand while pullin his dick from his dark grey joggers with the other. You comply, eyes teary at how he glares down at you menacingly. "Better not disappoint me twice this morning, y/n. No tellin what I might do.." He warns, head falling back as he slips his dick into your mouth with a sinister smile on his pretty face.

corrupt!Gojo monitors the fuck outta who you talk to and where you go: If he can't have you near him 24/7, he NEEDS to know 1. Where you're goin; 2. Who's gonna be there; and 3. When the fuck you're comin home to him. "You're late. Fuck are you, little girl?" You're never gonna get used to the snarl that consistently stains his tone, even when he's not irritated. You're late coming back from what was supposed to be research on a curse, so Satoru calls you. "Just by a few minutes. I'll be there soon." You assure him, pullin your cell from your cheek briefly to check the time. "I didn't ask how late you are; I asked where you were." You don't waste a second droppin a pin. There's a bit of shuffling over the phone before he speaks again. "I'm on my way to pick you up. Stay where you are. Better be alone like you said, y/n." The line clicks dead as you heave a heavy sigh, makin sure not move an inch till you see Satoru pull up.

corrupt!Satoru doesn't do well with anyone besides himself being mean to you: Slamming your front door shut upon entering, you stomp towards your bedroom as tears of frustration leak from your eyes. You don't make it past the couch in the living room before Satoru's sittin down on it, perching you in his lap. "Who fuckin did it, baby? Huh? Tell me! I'll rip their fuckin head off." His gruesome words don't match the soft imploring look in his piercing eyes; you miss that look so much that the truth spills from your lips without a thought. "I thought I'd make it to Grade 2 today.. It didn't happen. They brought in someone new. Some jerk that failed me cause I wouldn't let him touch me." Your hands slap over your mouth, the last sentence accidentally comin out before you can think. That unreadable expression graces his features before you end up face down in the couch, panties swiftly pulled to your thighs as he eats your poor unsuspecting lil puss from the back. "What the fuuuuuck? Toru, ah! S-satoru, wait. Please just- ohmyGod!" Ofcourse he ignores you. Slurps ya cunt so good that you cum in under a minute. Only then do you get a response. "Get the fuck up. We're goin back up there. Gonna have a lil chat with Mr. New Guy." He commands you, landing one more lick up your slit and a harsh slap to your ass. You leveled up that day. And Mr. New Guy was gone by the next. Yuji and the others don't bother standing in Satoru's way.

corrupt!Satoru loves marking your body and staking his claim: He doesn't think a day should pass before he's adding a new one to the collection. So he corners you when you're in the kitchen doin the dishes. "Hey gorgeous. Wanna make you cum real quick.." He mumbles, pressin up behind you. His hard cock humps your backside slow and firm as he fingers you through your itty bitty shorts. The first swipe has you poppin your ass back on his dick, keening Satoru's name like a fuckin banshee. "That the spot, princess? Yeah it is.. Know all your spots. Just like Daddy should, huh?" His tone is so cocky but you know better than to disagree and nod to his question anyway. "Yeeees, only you can make me feel like this. Always make me feel so goood, Toru." He soaks in your praise and at this point it's a givin that you've completely abandoned your task. A damp hand slides to the back of his head for a handful of his soft snowy locks as he nips and sucks at your neck. His sensual lips are one of your weaknesses; never fail to make you whimper like a bitch in heat. "Satoruuuuu.. Daddy please. Want some dick.." He chuckles at you, wonderin if you can even handle it- not like that would stop him. Still, your knees are already so you weak he has to hold you up, arms slung around your waist to plaster your back to his front. "Fuck baby, so pretty when you beg for my cock. Look even prettier when you let me claim you like this." Fine, he'll give you what you want. But first.. He pulls his lengthy dick out, your small shorts down, and slips it between your plushy brown ass cheeks. Your boyfriend's eyes nearly cross at the tight warm hold of you. Satoru pants and huffs, quickly starting off with short strokes that numb his mind. "I'm gonna fuck this perfect fat ass one day, y/n. Thats right, and you're not gonna be able to stop me. You can beg and cry and scream all you want.. Mmmfuck- but Daddy's not gonna listen, baby. Not one bit. I'm gonna keep goin till you squirt all over me from the feelin of it." Precum assists him slidin back and forth with ease, but his filthy words aid the throbbing in your clit and flutter in your gushy cunt. You only moan back in response to his dirty admission. Its okay. Satoru knows you always get like this: speechless when you're about to cum. Goddamn you turn him on so fuckin much. He bites at the sensitive spot on your throat, locking his teeth and groaning like a wild man. It makes you clench around his dick, him in turn pressin his digits with an accuracy that forces you to cum so good. "Good fuckin giiiirl, baby! So proud of you. Takin my mark and cummin on my hand- fuuuuuck. I own you, princess." Your quick wordless whines spur him on, fingers still yanking his hair viciously as your arousal spills to the kitchen floor. The sting of the pull has Satoru howling while he cums buckets in you. He's licking messily at the fresh bite on your neck as he smears his nut all over your plump ass. Fuck, you always make him buss so fuckin so hard! He's breathing fast, eyes flickin between where he paints you, your new bite mark and how fucked out you look even though you haven't had his dick yet. Speaking of, why the hell is he still so goddamn rigid? But you.. "You're so fuckin wet.." Satoru spears you on his cock without a second thought, your loud stunned cry makin a warmth shoot up his spine. He doesn't know when your hand joined the other in his hair, just cherishes how tight you grip at him when he fucks the rest of his cock into you. Appreciates and adores any and everything you have to offer. 'Shit.. Guess its time to put a baby in you.' Satoru thinks as he holds you round your waist and drills your lil puss as you shout out in surprised pleasure. Christ, he loves you so fuckin much and he's never letting you go.

corrupt!Satoru In layman's terms: He shows you that he is very fuckin possesive and owns you in every conceivable way.

[obsesssedblerd]

[MDNI] curse user! suguru x f! sorcerer reader 

previous part 

When your ears finally stop ringing, they register the sound of your own panting. Pleasure still vibrates through your body, and you wait for it to fade. Suguru sighs blissfully, then rolls over so he’s no longer on top of you, resting on the other side of his bed and facing the ceiling. You can tell that he’s also trying to catch his breath. Your body is still trembling slightly. How many times did you cum? You think four, but your mind stopped working properly after the first, so you weren’t sure. 

“Taking you a little bit longer to come back from that one,” you hear Suguru say, and you open your eyes to look over at him. He’s lying on his side and using one muscular arm to prop his head up, his hair—now messed up from sex—sprawled beautifully on the pillow. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, and his mouth slightly curves into the smirk that you love hate. “Fucked you that good, hm?” 

“Go to hell,” you mumble as you sit up. When you finally get your head back on straight, you sigh when guilt settles into your stomach. Once again, you failed to execute Suguru Geto, and have instead found your way back into the curse-user’s bed after a battle with him. You look around for your jujutsu high uniform, then remember that Suguru ripped it off of your body. You groan when you see the torn fabric on the floor. 

Suguru hands you a hoodie. “Here.” 

“This is the second time you’ve torn off my uniform.” You pull the warm hoodie over your figure, and you try to ignore just how good it smells. How good he smells. “I can’t just keep getting new ones. They’ll get suspicious.”

“Oh well,” he says with a soft shrug. 

Frustration bubbles in your blood, and you get ready to stand up. “Asshole.” Then, you feel his large arms wrap around your middle, pulling you to him so your back is against his chest.

“Running off so soon?” He purrs, then kisses the skin just below your ear as his hands trail down your body. You shiver, unable to stop the small moan of pleasure from escaping your lips, and he chuckles at your reaction. “You’re so cute. You pretend to hate me, but your body’s a lot more honest.” 

You’re about to tell him to fuck off, but he begins trailing kisses down your neck. You hate him. You want him. You want to hate him, and you hate that you want him. You try to tell yourself to remain focused. He’s evil, he’s killed hundreds, he’ll continue to kill as long as he’s left alive.

But you always hesitate to finish the job. 

Your phone dings with a new message, and you snap back to reality. “I-I have to go,” you manage to say, shoving down the part of you that wants to ignore your duties as a sorcerer and let Suguru have his way with you.

“Fine,” he hums. “But just know that this is my last time letting you leave.” 

That stops you. You turn around to face him. “Gonna kill me?” you ask. 

He raises a brow in confusion, then shakes his head. “No, love, you misunderstand me.” He brushes a strand of your hair out of the way of your face. “I fully intend to keep you alive. What I mean is that this back-and-forth is getting tiring. You’re obviously struggling to accept what you truly want, so I’m just going to speed that process up for you.” Your heart races when he smiles. It’s gentle, yet dangerously promising. “When you lose the next time you come to face me, I’m going to keep you.” 

Suguru kisses you possessively with you in his hold. It’s so intense that your head spins. It takes everything to not melt right then and there. You mentally curse at yourself for even thinking about it. When he breaks the kiss, his violet eyes take you in; Your heavy breathing, your slightly dazed eyes and your kiss-swollen lips. “I’m done sharing you,” he whispers. “Not just with the other sorcerers at jujutsu high, but with those fucking monkeys. They don’t deserve you.” He doesn’t say it, but you hear it anyway. You’re mine. 

You don’t say anything, and you can tell that he didn’t expect you to. He releases you, waving you off as you stand up and grab the rest of your things. “See you soon,” he says.

As you make your way back to your apartment—because there’s no way you can head back to the school to report on the mission with hickeys all over your body and your uniform shredded—the last few minutes of your secret encounter repeat over and over in your head. 

Suguru Geto never went back once he finalized a decision. You would be stupid to think that he didn’t mean every single word. 

[whalesforhands]

Hii! I have an idea ☝️😈

What about teen gojo and geto meeting future reader and they’re all baffled and mesmerized and all this fluffy stuff and reader is just like “🧍‍♀️” confused since she was fighting a curse a few seconds ago- But the adult versions of the two are busy doing whatever else so she has to deal with them until the curse wears off?

Just wanted to ramble 🏃‍♀️ Merry Christmas!

i like ur rambling, anon. guess what timeline i picked, hehe. whether or not it’s canon to main dyf au, is for you to decide. merry christmas hohoho

You practically deflate onto the ground, knees scraping against the soft dirt whilst your poor, beaten up staff was used as your sole support where you had stabbed it into the dirt, your hands sliding down the handle of your weapon as the dust settles around you.

It was rare to have you deployed on-field for an exorcism of a curse, and even rarer for you to have to deal with anything above a Grade 2.

(Mainly due to your husbands who were sorely against you having to do any exorcism at all.)

But, alas, even they can’t slay every single curse in the world; the higher-ups having purposefully kept their most powerful busy as of late.

“And you promise to abandon your mission if you can’t defeat it?” A seriousness in his tone, almost dreadful, almost domineering in nature. Geto Suguru will not take no for an answer, his hands upon your shoulders squeezing lightly, trembling just ever so slightly.

“Do not fight anything you deem above your skill level.” Gojo Satoru is wholly deadpan, your pinkies interlocked in a promise as intense eyes stare you down. You feel his pinky tighten, restless, unlabeled impatience. Absent of any semblance of playfulness. “Okay?”

You’ve taken their words seriously, only taking fights that you know you would win; only running when you know you can’t.

A jujutsu sorcerer does not give their life up so easily.

You hear a rustle from the bushes, eyes darting behind you, and ripping your weapon out and readying for another face off just as you feel a familiar, overwhelming power looming just where you had looked away.

“Now, now, now.” That familiar voice, lacking in all the more mature tones you were used to, all the gentleness that you’ve grown so fond of.

“You’re gonna drop your weapon, put your pretty hands up and slowly turn around to face me.”

(You didn’t even hear his footsteps. Was he flying?)

There’s no hesitation in your compliance, the clatter of your staff to the ground as your hands are held up. The malice in the energy you feel all stoked and ready to explode at any given moment, the tones of his voice an underlying, upset melancholy.

You’re facing the Gojo Satoru, afterall. However, there’s an issue with him, something you’ve realized all too soon after loving him for so long.

There’s a tensed silence between the both of you during the stare-down, your eyes still getting used to his slightly shorter stature, much shorter hair as compared to your highschool days and current adult age. His cheeks a tad bit fuller, but eyes dulled considerably.

He’s still so cute.

“My Six Eyes tell me that you’re (name) (last name).” From your breathing pattern down to every last speck of your cursed energy; it was undeniably you. His eyes shine with quiet grief, and gritted regret as you meet his gaze.

You feel sorry for him.

“…but you’re not my (name).” You’re a little more mature looking, a little far too calm and collected in his presence. You’re the same; yet not the one he knew. His eyes narrow as the red on his glowing hand fizzles out, his stance commanding and broad as his feet finally touch the ground before you, using his looming height as a threat. It contrasts the way his voice cracks just as he ends his words, a beating silence enveloping the both of you as your heart calms, your hands slowly going down.

“And you’re not my Satoru.” It causes a stuttering, reddish plum to his cheeks, a throb to his heart that he hadn’t expected to feel, clenching his fists, a click of realization alongside his fingernails digging into his skin, intrepid gaze holding your calm one.

“So I am in another world.”

——

This wasn’t your Suguru either. His hair is messily bunned up, the bags under his eyes darker than you have ever seen him. His lips are dry, his complexion lacking any of the usual vigor your Suguru had.

He looks far too weary, far too tired as he sits upon a nearby bench, hunched over and just so exhausted that it makes you wonder when was the last time he has had a good night’s sleep.

“Oi, Suguru!” The ‘Satoru’ that you had met is all too keen to greet the boy, his hand around your elbow and pulling you along with him. “I found out where we’re at!” His loud call only heeds the visible slump of the black-haired boy’s tensed shoulders, eyes still cast towards the ground as the cicadas call around him.

“And I found somebody to help us.” He brings the both of yourselves to a stop before the blank boy.

“It’s nice to meet you?” You’re honestly at a loss for words at the situation. For how all powerful and odd Gojo’s powers can be, you hadn’t expected this situation one bit.

It’s at your voice that this ‘Geto Suguru’ nearly whirls his head back at a speed so quick that it nearly scares you. Dry, reddened eyes widening and mouth opening, getting up on shaky legs as he extends a hand towards you.

“You—“

——

“So…” The silence is far too awkward for you to be comfortable. “There was a (name) in your timeline too, I hear?” Your fingers are twiddling with your jujutsu uniform as you sat in between the both of them, their proximity a just inching between the line of too close whilst awaiting for Ijichi’s pickup to the campus.

‘Gojo Satoru’ is the first to speak up. “Yeah.”

A pause.

“Our (name) is… Dead.” You see ‘Geto Suguru’’s hands clench at his uniform pants, bundling the fabric up so tight that his knuckles started to turn white.

Oh. You feel bad now.

“I’m… Sorry about that.”

A breath is sucked in through his teeth. “Don’t be.”

You shouldn’t feel sorry for them at all. It’ll just make it worse than it already is.

Isn’t it funny? Comical? That their (name) had to be ripped away from their hold, had to be clawed away from their reach, only for fate to place another you; living, breathing right in front of them.

So palpable, so alike, so unbearably, painfully you. It makes them want to throw up in disgust, honestly. But they can’t.

Because it’s you.

“I-I’m sure that I-“ No. “Your (name) lived a good life if you were both around, then. Please- Trust me on this.” You know. You know that any version of ‘you’ would be satisfied with their life if they had friends like them; Gojo, Geto and Ieiri.

It’s a life that no version of you would ever regret. You wouldn’t regret becoming a jujutsu sorcerer if you had gotten to meet people like them.

And it brings two broken hearts just a tinge more comfort.

——

“Um, Satoru..”

“Yes?” It was a chorus of two similar voices.

“Ah— No. Uhm— My Satoru.” You’re a bit frazzled as you nod towards your blindfolded husband, a satisfied hum coming from him as he made his way towards you.

“Just call the other one Gojo! Or you can just call for your hubby~” He’s cooing into your ear for the duo to watch on, a hand on your waist to hook you in close as a smile is donned upon his face.

There’s a beat of silence before the more intimidating white-haired sorcerer spoke up.

“No. I want to be called Satoru.” The younger Gojo had had his eyes set upon you, never letting you leave his vicinity. Then, that means that the other ‘Geto Suguru’ would be called as simply ‘Suguru’, then.

“Your blindfold’s pretty lame. Do I actually want to wear that?”

Your Gojo chooses to turn his nose up, and ignore that sneer his younger counterpart gave him. “Man, I was so angry.” You hear a sigh as you see a hand wave off the younger boy. “Do whatever you please, little me. But don’tcha leave yet, please! My Suguru’s gonna be so stoked to see this.”

Oh, speaking of your Suguru.

“Did you tell him to pick up some dashi stock for our dinner tonight? I ran out yesterday.”

“…how about we just order a pizza tonight?”

“Sator— Gojo!” Your hands are immediately upon your hips as you feel him hug you towards him, a hand going up to stroke the back of your head, as your face is pressed to his chest to muffle the incoming scolding.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Don’t be mad at me! A wife’s scorn is a husband’s greatest regret!”

“…you guys live all together?” ‘Suguru’’s voice breaks the moment between the both of you.

You feel a rumbling of your husband’s chest as a laugh is released.

“And we got kids together too. Ya jealous yet?”

——

“Aha, this is certainly a sight.” Suguru is shedding himself of his jacket as he kicks off his shoes by the genkan, the sight of his younger self, and double the Gojo certainly jarring for him as they sat around the dining table.

“Welcome home, honey!” It’s your Gojo that skips along to press an obnoxiously wet kiss to your other husband’s lips first as you gently place the final bowl of zaru soba down.

(Minus the miso soup side dish. You’re still slightly mad, but you have guests over.

“We could’ve just ordered a pizzaaaaaa!” Your husband’s whines are ignored as you strain the noodles out.

“I’m not feeding guests a pizza, dearest idiot husband of mind.” You pat your hands dry upon your apron, turning to flick at his forehead as he whines even more, begetting a giggle before you tiptoe up to press a kiss to the area.)

“Welcome home.” Your voice greeting your husband is lost on ‘Satoru’ and ‘Suguru’’s ears as they stare down at the bowl before them. The significance of the food almost making the cursed spirit user tear up.

This was his favourite food. It— ‘You’ and himself used to eat this frequently until—

“Suguru… Are you okay?” A whispered concern from his Satoru.

“Yeah. I—“ He thinks he’s going to be sick. “I’m fine.”

“It isn’t much, but I hope you enjoy it.” His ears finally tune back in just in time to hear your voice once more. Dreary copper-amethyst gaze flicking up to meet your warm, lovely face.

He’ll eat it. He’ll eat it. He’ll eat it.

“Don’t push yourself if you can’t.” It’s this world’s Suguru that pops in, much longer hair, his older features, his broader stature and more muscled body.

(Does— He know what he’s been through?)

His chopsticks are trembling as he brings the noodles to his lips, mouth opening and slowly chewing— He stops as a realization hits him.

It’s delicious. It’s so delicious. There are tears in his eyes as he begins to gobble it up, a hack in his throat as ‘Suguru’ pushes the urge to vomit away to take in more.

(If— if this was his final time meeting you- Then he has to. He has to. But— This is strange. Even his counterpart didn’t react all that much to his and Satoru’s appearance.

It occurs to him that perhaps, they aren’t in another world. If they’re meeting their older selves, then— Perhaps they are in another timeline.

Which means—)

His gaze returns down to the now empty bowl before him, before flickering up to meet your satisfied, almost prideful face.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“You’re welcome! I’m so happy you loved it that much!”

Perhaps this situation wasn’t so bad at all, giving him the chance to see your smiling face once more.

——

“If you give me a kiss, I’ll tell him~” Is he mocking his younger self…? You just wanted him to help the other ‘Satoru’ to get back to his world. Alas, you relent, leaning over to press a chaste, quick kiss to his cheek as your Geto watched on with upturned eyes and a happy smile.

“Hey, kid me.” A joyful hum, a satisfied gait as your Gojo watches the little boy who he once was.

“You already figured out how to go back already, right? Whatcha waiting for?” Huh…? Your Gojo already knows how to get them back?! Your eyes widen as you nearly choke on your water.

“Now, now Gojo. Don’t tease them.” Your Geto is chuckling, patting your back as you cough. “You’ll make our poor wife worried. I’m sure that they have some sort of unfinished business here.”

What?! Were they both in on this? This is just getting stranger, and stranger…

“Heh. Guess it isn’t a surprise I would know myself best, huh?” Satoru lets a cocky grin overtake his features as his fingers intertwined with his Suguru’s.

“Guess I really am the strongest.”

His gaze finally stops at you. “It was nice— Y’know.” He grows shy, eyes shifty from behind his sunglasses. “Seeing a (name) again.”

‘Suguru’ speaks up. “Thank you for— Allowing us to experience it again.” He’s grateful. The most he’s ever been, the most he’s ever felt ever since your passing.

Thank you. But— It’s only goodbye for now.

“It was nice meeting the both of you!” You’re bowing politely as you wave.

(The younger Suguru is finally smiling. Even if it’s just a little.)

“We’ll see you soon! Wait for us!” A salute and a bright grin. And in a flash, they have disappeared.

…what?

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Notes:

If you don’t get it, your current Satoru and Suguru have experienced what their younger counterparts have been through.

Younger Gojo and Geto have been watching every move you’ve been making. Keep that in mind if you ever reread this, haha.

During dinner, younger Gojo and Geto decided to share a bowl together since Geto hasn’t been able to eat a full meal without throwing up. It was the first time in a while he’s eaten so much. When Gojo saw how much he was eating, he asked for a separate bowl for himself.

Geto Suguru thinks he’s pretty handsome in this world. Would…you have liked someone like that too? His Satoru certainly does. He’s seen the shifty, almost shy gaze his Gojo threw the older Geto. Maybe he will grow out his hair.

“Aww, I was such an adorable brat!~” His hands are placed upon his cheeks as he cooed, watching as his husband and yourself cleared the plates.

“Hmm. I suppose you must’ve lost all that cuteness in your youth, wouldn’t you agree, darling?.” Suguru’s cooing back at him from the kitchen with a laugh, his body turning to you to ask for your opinion.

“His younger self was certainly so cute… But I suppose my answer depends on whether he helps with the dishes today.” You’re teasing him right back as you slowly wash the plate.

“W-what? Fine, I’m coming! Call me adorable, pleaseee!”

[iloveroblox48]

heart to heart ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Tags:having a heart to heart with megumi fushiguro fluff and light angst mentions of blood and fighting

❣︎ ➝ A/n:hi guyss! as you can see this is a jjk fic its my first time writing for this anime so sorry if he seems ooc （◞‸◟）anyways this is based off that one scene in the anime i thought of this and i had to write something up because ya girl be thinking them thoughts (๑>ᴗ<๑) anyway ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy ⁽˙³˙⁾

When you first starting dating megumi you knew he wasnt the pda type in fact the most he could do was lock pinkies,or maybe through an arm around your waist when someone was staring at you for to long.That was all okay beacause when alone he was the most clingy,cuddlebug there was.

Everytime you guys cuddled he would lay on your chest ear to your heart,sometimes he just lays a hand on your heart,you never questioned it because it was so cute!You wouldn’t ask because it something much deeper than cuddling.It was him making sure you were never leaving,him or this planet.Ever since that day he saw sukuna rip out yuji’s heart he always wanted to make sure you were really there.

Well being a jujutsu sorcerer wasnt always spending time with megumi there was training, and of course exercising curses.He always worried for you when you went on missons he knew you could hold your own ,you’ve never messed up on a mission,never had to call back up and you always won but when winning these battles you lost a little bit of your body everytime,a new scar appering some deep some shallow,it made his heart clench in his chest.

It was supposed to be a calm afternoon with him and some friends until gojo had called you on a last minute mission to deal with some low grade curses.

“hey megumi i know we were supposed to have lunch with everyone but i have to rain check..gojo sent me on a last minute misson”

“okay please be safe” he sighed

“of course i will when am i not! anyways im almost there call you when im done bye love you”

“bye love you”

You arrived to the sight and when you got there you knew something was off,the presence of the curses being stronger than gojo had said probably another carefree mix up on the paper.

“I’m seriously going to kill him” you thought

While you were exercising the curse another one appeared behind you giving you a big slash on the back.You quickly ripped up some of your uniform and wrapped the gash the best you could to prevent blood loss.After about an hour of fighting all the curses you had finally defeated them,but your body was so sore you had cuts all on your back and some on your stomch none fatal though you quickly called gojo.

“whats up my favorite sorcerer! hows taking down those curses going?”

“i just got done..tell ijichi to come get me..and tell shoko to get ready for me”it was so hard to talk when your throat was suffocated with blood

“yeah you got it he’ll be there soon”

gojo hanged up the phone,you barely had to wait considering the fact that you asked for shoko so gojo knew something was up and told ijichi to get there as fast as he could.you had gotten in the car and passed out lack of blood probably.

All you remember was waking up in shokos office on the table,the bright lights of the room blinding you.You tried to get up but she quickly pushed you down.

“Lay down kid you have a few small stitches and you need some rest but other than that you will be good in no time”she informed you

You were laying down on the table when all of a sudden the doors busted open you quickly peek your head up to see who it was,and to your surprise it was megumi he normally didnt visit he hated seeing you like this so this was odd.You sat up fully legs hanging off of the table you patted the spot next to you telling him to sit with you.He sat down and you could tell he was about to tell you off.

“whats wrong with you? you should of called somone for backup,something could have happened to you”He said concern taking over his face

“but nothing did happen to me”

“but something could of..i mean look at you”

“okay ouch”

“not like that idiot..i mean..i could have lost you”his face turned into pout

“but you didnt so dont dwell on the negative stuff”you said.you took his hand and placed it on top of your beating heart “see im right here megumi,ill always be right here”you pressed your forehead to his.

“Your such an idiot you know that? i think gojo is rubbing off on you.”

“oh please dont say that” you scoffed

Ever since that day you stopped being so reckless on missions so you could stay true to word and you did.

you were always right there with him heart still proudly beating in your chest.

[gaelic-holiday]

New fic idea: Merlin tells everyone he has magic right from the start, but no one believes him.

Arthur: How did you manage to bring me rolls that are still warm, Merlin?

Merlin: Magic, sire. (with a teasing grin)

Arthur: Haha, very funny, Merlin

Gwen: How did the poultice you gave me heal my father?

Merlin: Magic.

Gwen: You can tell me me the truth, Merlin. I know you're not foolish enough to use magic in Camelot.

Merlin: I really, really am.

Gwain: How do you keep not dying when we run into bandits?

Merlin: I use my magic to protect myself.

Gwaine: Lol, nice one, Merlin.

Leon: Hey Merlin, why are you reading from a book that looks like a book of sorcery?

Merlin: Oh, because I have magic and am studying spells so I can use it better.

Leon, laughing: If you say so, Merlin.

Percival: Hey Merlin, how do you get the fire started so quickly?

Merlin: Magic. Forbearn is a really easy spell.

Percival, laughing: Alright, fine. Keep your secrets, 'oh mystical sorcerer'.

Elyan: And where do you keep disappearing to, Merlin?

Merlin: Oh, just saving Arthur from whatever assasin or magical threat crops up this week!

Elyan, playing along: Oh really? And which was it when you missed going to the tavern with us?

Merlin, completely serious: Morgause sent a swarm of enchanted birds to try and rip out Arthur's heart.

Elyan: You have a strange sense of humour, Merlin.

Uther: And how, precisely, did you survive the encounter you've just described?

Merlin: I used magic.

Uther:...I have no idea why my son seems to like you so much. You're an idiot.

Arthur: Hey, he's my idiot. And my idiot is just the kind of person to joke about having magic to the king of Camelot.

Merlin: Why do you assume I'm joking?

Arthur: See what I mean?

Lancelot, the only person besides Gaiuss that actually knows about Merlin's magic: How on earth do you keep that a secret?

Merlin: I don't. I use magic in front of literally everyone, and no one believes me.

Lancelot: You're joking.

Merlin: I literally use magic to fill Arthur's tub in front of him every day, and he assumes I'm joking about having it.

Gaius, very distressed: Merlin, you really should be more careful with your magic.

Merlin, calls Arthur over: watch this trick!

Merlin, summons a glowing, clearly magic butterfly in front of Arthur: Isn't magic neat?

Arthur, patting Merlin on the shoulder: Like you could ever learn magic, Merlin. Make sure you polish my armor again, will you?

Merlin: Why, do you intend to use it as a mirror?

Arthur: *flips Merlin off and walks away*

Merlin: See Gaius? Perfectly safe.

Gaius:...

Merlin: If it wasn't so convenient for me, I'd be very worried about how unobservant our future king is.

[mymoonisgrey]

you, my love, are All I Need.

synopsis: After the tragedy of the Star Plasma Vessel incident, Satoru Gojo loses more than just his closest friend, Suguru Geto—he loses the one person who made the chaos of his world feel bearable. She was his light, his tether to something more human, and just when he dared to imagine a future with her, fate cruelly severed their bond. With her sudden disappearance in his third year at Jujutsu High, Satoru is left reeling, torn between his duties as the strongest sorcerer and the ache of searching for someone he may never find.

pairings: gojo sator x reader. (og jujutsu au.)

chapter warnings: 18+, blood, mentions of war atmospheres, profanities, sensitive content, masturbation.

wc : 8k+

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a/n: coming in hot with chapter 2, reader, whats your sit rep?

previously.

The higher-ups never made anything easy. Especially not for you. The moment you stepped foot into Jujutsu High, it was as if they’d already decided what you were—not who. A tool. A pawn. A goddamn liability, no matter how brightly your cursed energy burned or how effortlessly you lit up a room. To them, you were a problem—dangerous, volatile, a storm they couldn’t control. And all because of him. 

Satoru Gojo. The Gojo clan’s untouchable prodigy. The strongest. The brightest. Theirs. You weren’t supposed to exist in his orbit, not with the way he looked at you like you were more than just someone—like you were everything. They hated that. Despised it. Because gods weren’t meant to kneel, not even to love. 

“You’re wasting his potential,” they’d said, their voices sharp and cold like a blade pressed to your throat. They made it sound clinical, like they weren’t tearing your life apart for their own convenience. They didn’t ask. They didn’t care. They handed you a choice that wasn’t a choice at all: submission or sacrifice. 

“Marry into a clan,” they offered with saccharine smiles, as if being sold off like livestock was a privilege you should thank them for. “Or,” they continued, their eyes glinting with something cruel, “serve the Jujutsu Society in a way that matters.” 

You’d stared at them, the words sinking in slowly, like venom spreading through your veins. “Serve,” you’d echoed, your voice flat. “You mean die.” 

“Die well,” one of them corrected, and the room erupted in polite laughter. 

It wasn’t funny. None of it was. But what could you do? They’d already made their decision. 

They sent you to the front lines, stripped of your name, your identity, your life. No more Jujutsu High. No more long afternoons spent laughing at Satoru’s bad jokes or stealing quiet moments in between missions. No more him. They took that from you. They took everything. 

You were no longer a sorcerer—not in their eyes. Just a weapon, something to point and shoot. They outfitted you like a soldier, stuffing your hands with guns and knives, with grenades and curses bottled into ammunition. “Barbaric,” you’d muttered the first time they handed you a Glock, but no one laughed. 

“You’ll fit right in,” they’d said, tossing you a uniform that smelled of sweat and iron. “Don’t fuck it up.” 

And then there was Naoya Zenin. Smug, slimy, a roach that somehow always skittered just out of reach. He’d smirked at you the first time he saw you in your combat gear, leaning close like he had the right to invade your space. “Not bad,” he’d said, his voice dripping with condescension. “For a woman.” 

But he wasn’t the worst. That honor belonged to Sato Fuhimito, the sergeant who made it his personal mission to remind you just how replaceable you were. He’d towered over you, all cold eyes and harsher words, laying out your options with the precision of a scalpel. 

“Marry,” he’d said, his tone devoid of emotion, “or fight.” 

You’d laughed in his face, sharp and bitter, a sound ripped straight from your breaking heart. “And here I thought I’d get a third option,” you’d said, dragging a hand down your face. “Like running. Or maybe murder.” 

He hadn’t laughed. He hadn’t needed to. They had already won. 

The missions came fast and brutal, one after another. They dropped you into cursed zones without warning, without backup. Your cursed energy tore through everything in its path, but it was never enough. There were always more enemies, always more blood. You stopped counting the bodies after the first week. Stopped feeling anything after the second. 

“You’re good at this,” Fuhimito had said once, watching you wipe blood off your face with trembling hands. “Almost makes me forget you’re expendable.” 

You’d smiled at him, your teeth bared like a wolf. “Don’t worry,” you’d said, your voice like steel. “I’ll remind you.” 

But the worst part wasn’t the missions. It wasn’t the danger or the exhaustion or the bone-deep ache that never quite left you. It was the silence. The way Satoru’s name felt foreign in your mouth after weeks of not saying it. The way his face blurred in your memory, the sharp edges of his smile softening until you couldn’t quite remember what he looked like when he laughed. 

You’d thought he would save you. He’d been so sure, so damn certain that no one could touch you. “They wouldn’t fucking dare,” he’d said, his voice ringing with unshakable confidence. And you’d believed him. You’d let yourself believe, just for a moment, that he was right. 

But they did dare. And when they came for you, you couldn’t even look at him. Couldn’t bear to see the way his face twisted, the way his hands clenched at his sides as if he could hold the world together through sheer will alone. You’d wanted to speak, to scream, to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. But the words stuck in your throat, heavy and bitter and unspoken. 

You’d watched him fall apart in silence, his eyes blazing with a fury that could’ve leveled cities. And then they took you, and he couldn’t stop them. For all his strength, for all his power, he couldn’t stop them. 

And now? Now you’re just trying to survive. Day by day, curse by curse. The ache in your chest never fades, a constant reminder of what you’ve lost. Of what they’ve taken. And somewhere, in the quiet moments between battles, you wonder if he’s still out there, wondering the same about you. 

The ocean stretched out before you, an endless expanse of blue and gold as the sun dipped lower into the horizon. The soft glow of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of amber and rose, its light shimmering over the water like a thousand tiny stars. The sand beneath your bare feet was warm, gritty, grounding—a small comfort in the chaos of your life. 

The sundress you wore fluttered in the breeze, its hem brushing against your legs like a whisper. It was simple, white with tiny embroidered flowers, a gift from Satoru during one of your escapades in downtown Tokyo. He’d grinned like an idiot when he bought it, holding it up to you with a dramatic flourish. “My allowance just came in, and my wifey deserves the best,” he’d said, his voice full of that cocky charm that always made your heart skip. You could still hear him, see the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when you’d called him insufferable and then kissed him anyway. 

That memory hurt now, a dull ache that settled in your chest as you stood on the beach, staring at the waves. You’d come here to escape, to breathe, to remind yourself that there was still beauty in the world despite everything. Despite the day they’d given you that impossible choice. Despite the way your voice had failed you, the words stuck in your throat as they laid out your fate with clinical precision. 

“Marry or fight,” they’d said, their expressions cold, detached. And you? You’d said nothing. Couldn’t say anything. You’d just stood there, swallowing back the fear, the anger, the overwhelming urge to scream. And now, here you were, on a beach halfway to nowhere, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of your life———-

“Hey, you alright?” 

The voice pulled you from your thoughts, gruff yet kind, with a trace of an accent that always made you think of old westerns and wide-open plains. You turned to see Vincent Shepherd, his tall frame silhouetted against the sunset. The captain’s ever-present gun hung at his side, his hand resting on it like he was ready for anything—or maybe just always expecting the worst. 

You laughed, the sound more genuine than you’d expected. “Do you ever put that thing down?” you asked, nodding toward the gun. 

Vincent raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. “What, this?” he said, patting the weapon. “Darlin’, this here’s my best friend. Never lets me down, never talks back. Can’t say the same for some people.” 

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth lifted. “Pretty sure it doesn’t have much to say in general.” 

“Exactly,” he said, his tone mock-serious. “Quiet and dependable. Unlike a certain someone who keeps sneakin’ off to the beach without backup.” 

“Backup?” you echoed, arching an eyebrow. “I’m not exactly storming a cursed battlefield here, Shepherd.” 

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re out here, and that’s enough for me to worry. You know the drill—eyes open, head on a swivel, gun ready.” 

You laughed again, shaking your head. “I think you’re just paranoid.” 

“Paranoid’s kept me alive this long,” he shot back, though his tone was light. But then his gaze softened, his eyes catching yours in the fading light. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s really goin’ on?” 

Your smile faltered, the weight of his question settling over you like a heavy blanket. Vincent was sharp, perceptive in a way that sometimes made you uncomfortable. He could see through the walls you built, past the jokes and the casual bravado, straight to the parts of you that hurt the most. 

“It’s nothing,” you said quietly, turning your gaze back to the waves. 

“Bullshit,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice. Just concern. “Come on, kid. Spill it. What’s eatin’ at you?” 

You hesitated, the words sticking in your throat. The sunset painted the world in gold and crimson, but it couldn’t mask the ache inside you. Finally, you sighed, crossing your arms as if that could shield you from the vulnerability creeping in. 

“It’s just… everything,” you admitted. “The missions, the… choices. Being here, fighting for a place that doesn’t even belong to me.” 

Vincent was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he stepped closer, his voice low and steady. “Listen to me, kid. You’re not just fightin’ for a place. You’re fightin’ for people. For the ones who can’t fight for themselves. And yeah, it’s dirty, it’s messy, it’s thankless as hell. But it matters.” 

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in his tone. “Vincent…” 

“And you matter,” he continued, cutting you off. “Don’t you dare forget that. I don’t care what those assholes up top say. You’re here, you’re fightin’, and that means somethin’ to me. To all of us.” 

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. The lump in your throat was back, but this time it wasn’t fear or anger. It was something softer, something that felt a little like hope. You glanced at him, the rough lines of his face softened by the fading light, and managed a small smile. 

“Thanks, Shepherd,” you said quietly. 

He snorted, the moment of seriousness breaking as he ruffled your hair with a gloved hand. “Don’t thank me yet. You’re still on dish duty tonight.” 

You groaned, but the laugh that followed was genuine. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, you felt the ache in your chest ease just a little, the weight of the day a fraction lighter. 

For now, that was enough. 

The night stretched endlessly as you and Shepherd walked side by side, the only sounds the crunch of sand beneath his boots and the distant, rhythmic crash of the waves. The moon hung low, casting a pale silver light that painted the world in soft shadows. The hem of your sundress still swayed in the cool breeze, brushing against your legs like a ghostly touch—one that reminded you too much of a hand you hadn’t felt since late 2007. 

Gojo Satoru’s hand. 

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head as if the motion could physically expel the thought of him. It didn’t. His memory lingered, clawing at the edges of your mind, leaving behind a sting that burned hotter with every step. 

“Y’know, kid,” Shepherd’s voice broke the silence, low and gravelly. “I’ve been thinkin’. What’s the point of all this? The dirty work? Feels like we’re breakin’ our backs for scraps while the special grades sit nice and comfy, watchin’ the rest of us bleed.” 

His words hit harder than you expected. Your pace slowed as his question echoed in your mind, mingling with memories you had spent so long trying to suppress. 

“I mean, hell,” Shepherd continued, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “We’re out here fightin’ curses, takin’ down rogue sorcerers, cleanin’ up their messes while they could snap their fingers and end it all. Don’t that ever piss you off?” 

It did. God, it did. But the heat in your chest wasn’t anger—it was shame. You felt it claw its way up your throat, twisting into something bitter and heavy. 

“They’re too important to risk their lives,” you said, your voice hollow. 

Shepherd let out a dry laugh, one with no humor behind it. “Bullshit. They’re sittin’ back, keepin’ their hands clean while we drown in blood.” He glanced at you, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve got someone in mind, don’t ya? A name and a face.” 

The air felt thinner all of a sudden, your lungs struggling to draw in a full breath. You swallowed hard, your feet slowing to a stop. 

“I had a classmate,” you said quietly, your gaze fixed on the distant waves. “Someone… powerful. The strongest.” 

The words felt like shards of glass on your tongue, sharp and cutting, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. You could see him in your mind—Satoru standing tall, his white hair catching the light, that cocky grin plastered across his face like he owned the world. And he did, didn’t he? 

Satoru Gojo, the prodigy, the untouchable. The boy who made you laugh so hard your sides ached, who looked at you like you were the only person in a crowd of thousands. The man who promised you—promised—that no one would ever hurt you. 

And yet, here you were. Hurt. Broken. Abandoned. Were you even abandoned? Was it your fault? 

“If I had told him of everything,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “He could’ve stopped all of this before it even started.” 

Shepherd stopped walking, turning to face you fully. His expression was unreadable, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to piece together a puzzle. 

“Then why didn’t you?” he asked, his tone careful. 

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. How could you explain that? That the choice to leave had been taken from you before you could even tell him goodbye? That the memory of his voice calling your name was the only thing keeping you sane some days, and the thing that haunted you on others? 

“I don’t know,” you lied, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Shepherd frowned, but he didn’t press. “Doesn’t make sense,” he muttered, shaking his head. “A kid like you? You should be up there with the rest of ‘em. Hell, maybe even leadin’ ‘em. What the hell are you doin’ out here, fightin’ my battles?” 

The question hung in the air, the weight of it pressing down on you like a lead blanket. You looked down at your feet, the sand shifting beneath your toes. 

“I don’t know,” you said again, the words tasting bitter. 

Shepherd sighed, running a hand over his face. “Maybe it’s not supposed to make sense,” he said after a moment. “Or maybe the systems just as fucked as we think it is.” 

His words pulled a small, humorless laugh from you. “Yeah,” you said softly. “Maybe.” 

He looked at you then, his eyes softer, less guarded. “Y’know, kid,” he started, his voice quieter now. “You remind me of my daughter. Same stubborn streak. Same look in your eyes like you’re carryin’ the whole damn world on your back.” 

You glanced up at him, startled. “I didn’t know you had a daughter,” you said. 

“Had,” he corrected, his tone rough. “She and her mom… they’re gone. Lost ‘em to a curse user while I was fightin’ overseas. Thought I was doin’ the right thing, protectin’ ‘em by stayin’ away. Turns out, I was dead wrong.” 

The rawness in his voice made your chest tighten, but before you could speak, he shook his head. “I ain’t gonna make that mistake again,” he said firmly. “Not with you.” 

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?” 

“I’m gonna protect you,” he said simply, his gaze steady. “Even if it kills me.” 

The lump in your throat returned, but this time it wasn’t just guilt. It was something heavier, something softer. Shepherd had no idea who you really were, what you had with Satoru, or the reasons you’d been torn from him. But his words, his promise—they eased the ache in your chest just a little. 

“Thanks, Shepherd,” you said quietly. 

He ruffled your hair with a rough laugh. “Don’t thank me yet, kid. You’re still on cleanup duty tonight.” 

The smile that tugged at your lips felt foreign but not unwelcome. As the two of you continued walking, the camp lights flickering faintly in the distance, Shepherd spoke again. 

“Did you—i mean back when you were at Jtech, hear of a village fire caused by those fuckers?” he said, his tone almost casual. “The one that took out my family. Does it ring a bell for you?” 

You frowned, the question prickling at something deep in your memory. A flicker of flames, a scent of smoke, screams that you couldn’t place. 

“I don’t know,” you said slowly, your voice uncertain. 

“Well,” Shepherd said, his tone hardening. “If it ever does, you let me know.” 

You nodded, your mind spinning. And as the two of you disappeared into the camp, you couldn’t shake the feeling that your past was creeping closer, its shadow stretching long and dark behind you. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The faint hum of a jukebox played a nostalgic melody in the corner diner, its fluorescent lights casting a warm, cozy glow. Satoru Gojo sat slouched in the booth, his sunglasses pushed up to rest on his head. Across from him, Shoko Ieiri twirled a straw lazily in her iced coffee, her usual nonchalance firmly in place. The diner wasn’t particularly crowded—just a couple of patrons scattered about—but its charm had always drawn them in whenever they found themselves downtown. 

In front of Satoru sat a generous slice of matcha cheesecake, the kind he usually devoured in record time. Tonight, however, the plate remained untouched. 

“Excuse me,” a soft, nervous voice interrupted their conversation—or lack thereof. 

Both of them looked up, and there she stood: a girl, maybe a college student, with flushed cheeks and a shy smile. She clutched her phone like it was her lifeline. 

“Um, hi,” she stammered, her gaze fixed on Satoru. “I was wondering… could I get your number?” 

Shoko raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement, but Satoru barely blinked. 

“Sorry, can’t do that,” he said, leaning back and adjusting his sunglasses. “I’ve got a girlfriend.” 

The girl’s face fell slightly, but she didn’t back down. “Oh… where is she, then?” 

Before Satoru could respond, Shoko leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “She’s right here,” she said smoothly, gesturing toward herself. “Thanks for asking.” 

The girl blinked, her confusion evident, but she quickly mumbled an apology and scurried off, leaving Satoru and Shoko alone again. 

“You’re welcome,” Shoko said with a smirk, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“Very convincing performance, Shoko. I’ll nominate you for an award,” Satoru quipped, though his tone lacked its usual bite. 

“Please, as if anyone would believe I’m your type,” she shot back, waving her hand dismissively. Her gaze flickered to his plate, her brow furrowing. “Speaking of unbelievable—are you seriously not going to touch that? Matcha cheesecake, Gojo. Your favorite. And look at the size of it. Practically made for you.” 

Satoru didn’t respond immediately. He stared at the cheesecake, his fingers tapping against the table in a steady rhythm. Finally, he let out a sigh, pushing his sunglasses back down over his eyes. 

“What’s on your mind?” Shoko asked, her voice softer now. 

He hesitated, leaning back in the booth and crossing his arms. “Just… stuff.” 

“Uh-huh.” Shoko tilted her head, giving him a look that clearly said she wasn’t buying it. “Come on, you can’t just ‘stuff’ me. Spill.” 

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, almost reluctantly, he muttered, “I still think of her as my girlfriend.” 

Shoko froze, her straw stilling mid-stir. She knew who he meant—of course, she did. She sighed, resting her arms on the table as she studied him. “You’re not eating sugar because you’re moping over her? That’s serious, Gojo.” 

“Who said I’m moping?” he retorted, his tone defensive. 

“You did. With your face.” She motioned toward him, unimpressed. “And the cheesecake. That’s screaming ‘mope.’” 

He gave a half-hearted chuckle, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I just… I don’t get it, y’know? One day she’s there, and then she’s gone. And no one tells me anything. It’s like she just vanished.” 

Shoko fell silent, her brow furrowing in thought. Her mind turned over the puzzle, piecing together fragments of conversations and whispers she’d overheard during her time as Jujutsu High’s unofficial medic. 

“I might be able to help,” she said suddenly, her tone careful. 

Satoru’s head snapped up, his attention now fully on her. “What do you mean?” 

She hesitated, glancing around the diner before leaning in slightly. “I’ve got access to… certain files. As the school’s only undergrad medic, they trust me with medical records and reports. Including stuff on the Taskforce.” 

His brows shot up. “Taskforce? What taskforce?” 

Shoko sighed, fiddling with the corner of her napkin. “The Jujutsu Society has a special division—kind of like a… clean-up crew. They handle stuff no one else wants to touch. High-risk missions, curses in remote areas, cursed weaponry development. It’s brutal work, and it’s not exactly voluntary.” 

Satoru stared at her like she’d slapped him. “You’re telling me they’ve got a whole group of people risking their necks every day, and they didn’t think to tell me? I’m the strongest—I could end those missions in seconds!” 

“They don’t want you doing that,” Shoko said calmly. “The higher-ups protect the strongest for the big stuff. Wars. Catastrophic curses. Things that only someone like you could handle. They’re not going to waste you on things they think the Taskforce can handle.” 

“Waste me?” he repeated, his voice rising. “I’m not a tool they get to save for a rainy day!” 

Shoko raised a hand, trying to placate him. “I get it, okay? But it’s not just you. I’m in the same boat. They keep me out of the field because I’m the only one who can use reverse cursed technique on other people. They’re not about to risk losing their only medic.” 

He let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “That’s different, Shoko. You’re saving lives. They’re just throwing people at problems and hoping for the best.” 

Shoko shrugged, her expression unreadable. “I didn’t say it was fair. Just how it is.” 

They sat in silence for a moment, the din of the diner filling the space between them. Finally, Satoru leaned back, his jaw tight. “You said you could look into it,” he said. “About her. Do you think she’s… there? In the Taskforce?” 

Shoko met his gaze, her eyes steady. “I’ll see what I can find.” 

For the first time that night, Satoru’s expression softened, though the pain in his eyes remained. “Thanks, Shoko.” 

“Don’t thank me yet,” she said, smirking. “This could get me into serious trouble, you know.” 

“Trouble’s your middle name,” he shot back, his grin faint but genuine. 

Shoko chuckled, leaning back in her seat. “Yeah, well, don’t forget it. Now eat your damn cheesecake before I do it for you.” 

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Satoru picked up his fork, the faintest glimmer of hope stirring in his chest. 

The night air was crisp, the bustle of downtown Tokyo beginning to quiet as the hour grew late. Satoru and Shoko exited the diner, the neon lights reflecting in scattered puddles along the sidewalk. Satoru shoved his hands deep into his pockets, his mind still racing with the revelation Shoko had dropped about the Taskforce. 

“You’re really not going to let this go, huh?” Shoko asked, her tone casual as she lit a cigarette. 

“Would you?” he shot back, glancing at her. His sunglasses were perched atop his head again, exposing the piercing blue of his eyes—eyes that flickered with something between hope and desperation. 

Shoko exhaled a plume of smoke, shrugging. “Fair point.” 

They walked in silence for a moment, the sounds of distant traffic and murmured conversations filling the air. Satoru’s gaze wandered, his thoughts a whirlwind. He was about to say something when he froze, his breath catching in his throat. 

Ahead of them, a woman stood at the edge of the sidewalk, her back to them as she waited for the pedestrian signal to change. She wore a long coat, her dark hair falling in soft waves down her back. The sight of her made Satoru’s chest tighten painfully. 

It couldn’t be. 

Without a word, he stepped forward, his strides quick and determined. Shoko blinked in surprise, hurriedly stubbing out her cigarette and following him. 

“Satoru, what are you—?” 

He didn’t answer. His focus was locked on the woman ahead, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Every rational part of his brain told him it wasn’t possible. But the way her hair caught the light, the way she tilted her head ever so slightly—it was too familiar. 

“Wait!” he called out, his voice sharper than he intended. 

The woman turned her head slightly, startled, but it wasn’t enough. Desperation clawing at him, Satoru reached out and gently grabbed her arm, spinning her around. 

For a moment, the world stopped. 

It wasn’t her. 

The woman stared at him, wide-eyed and terrified, clutching her bag tightly against her chest. “W-What are you doing? Let me go!” 

“I’m sorry,” Satoru said quickly, releasing her arm and stepping back. His voice was unsteady, his mind reeling. “I thought you were someone else.” 

The woman’s fear didn’t fade, her hands trembling as she clutched her bag. Shoko arrived at Satoru’s side, her sharp gaze flitting between him and the woman. 

“Relax,” Shoko said smoothly, raising her hands in a placating gesture. “He didn’t mean any harm. Just a misunderstanding.” 

Satoru opened his mouth to apologize again, but then his eyes caught on something—a glint of sapphire at the woman’s throat. His breath hitched. 

The necklace. 

It was unmistakable: a delicate chain with a small sapphire pendant, custom-made because she’d once said his eyes were her favorite shade of blue. 

“Where did you get that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

The woman blinked, her fear momentarily replaced by confusion. “What?” 

“The necklace,” he said, his voice stronger now. “Where did you get it?” 

Her hand instinctively went to the pendant, her grip tightening. “A… a friend gave it to me.” 

Satoru’s stomach dropped. “Who? Where? When?” he demanded, his words spilling out in a rush. 

“I-I don’t know!” the woman stammered, taking a step back. “I don’t even know her name. We just… we worked together once, that’s all!” 

Shoko placed a firm hand on Satoru’s shoulder, tugging him back. “That’s enough,” she said quietly, her voice edged with concern. 

“But—” 

“Satoru,” she said firmly, giving him a look that brokered no argument. 

He exhaled shakily, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. The woman still looked terrified, her eyes darting between them. 

Shoko turned to her, her expression softening. “We’re sorry about this. He really thought you were someone else. What’s your name?” 

The woman hesitated, her gaze flicking to Satoru before returning to Shoko. “It’s Hana,” she said cautiously. 

“Thank you, Hana,” Shoko said with a small nod. “You can go now. Sorry for scaring you.” 

Hana didn’t need to be told twice. She practically ran across the street as soon as the light changed, disappearing into the crowd. 

Shoko watched her go, her sharp eyes catching the faint glimmer of something on Hana’s wrist as she moved. A tattoo. Small and faint, but unmistakable. 

J.S.T.F. 

She frowned, her mind already working through the implications as she turned back to Satoru. He was staring after Hana, his hands trembling at his sides. 

“Let’s go,” Shoko said, tugging his sleeve. 

Satoru didn’t argue, following her in a daze as they made their way toward the train station. 

Once they were seated on the train, the hum of the engine and the sway of the car providing a semblance of normalcy, Shoko finally spoke. 

“She had a J.S.T.F. stamp on her wrist,” she said. 

Satoru turned to her, his brows furrowing. “What does that mean?” 

“It means she’s part of the Jujutsu Special Task Force,” Shoko explained. “Or at least, she was. It’s how they identify Taskforce members—normal sorcerers versus J.S.T.F. operatives. If that woman worked with her, then…” 

Satoru’s eyes widened. “You’re saying she’s alive.” 

“I’m saying it’s possible,” Shoko said carefully. “And now that I have her name, I can look into the files. There might be something there.” 

For the first time that night, a spark of hope lit in Satoru’s eyes. He leaned back in his seat, exhaling deeply. “Thanks, Shoko.” 

“Don’t thank me yet,” she said, her tone light despite the weight of their conversation. “You’re lucky I’ve got nothing better to do.” 

Satoru chuckled weakly, his gaze drifting out the window as the city lights blurred past. For the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t chasing ghosts after all. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The infirmary was silent, save for the hum of the ancient desktop computer and the occasional rustle of paper as Shoko flipped through files stacked in precarious piles. It wasn’t her usual station; this room was unofficial—more like a storage area converted into an impromptu workspace. Cardboard boxes labeled J.S.T.F. were scattered haphazardly around her, their edges worn from years of neglect. 

The fluorescents overhead flickered, casting pale light over Satoru as he slumped in the chair opposite her. His elbows rested on his knees, his white hair falling messily over his forehead, and his trademark sunglasses sat firmly atop his head. There was no trace of the easy confidence he usually exuded. Instead, his eyes were shadowed, distant. 

Shoko glanced up from the computer screen, her cigarette dangling between her fingers. “You’re awfully quiet for once. Not gonna tell me to speed up?” 

Satoru didn’t respond immediately. His gaze was fixed on the floor, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his knee. “You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” he murmured finally, his voice barely above a whisper. 

She sighed, setting the cigarette in the ashtray beside her. “Crazy? No. Desperate? Definitely. But I get it.” 

He leaned back, his lips twitching into a bitter smile. “Do you? Shoko, I felt her. For a second, I thought... I thought I was going to lose my mind.” He dragged a hand down his face, his frustration palpable. “Two years. She’s been gone for two years. And now, out of nowhere, this?” 

Shoko didn’t answer right away. She understood his pain better than he realized. Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, was human after all. “Look,” she said, her voice softer now. “If it’s her, we’ll find out. If it’s not... you need to know, either way. That’s why we’re doing this.” 

He nodded, though his jaw was clenched tight. 

The computer beeped as Shoko typed in the search parameters. “Okay, let’s start with the obvious,” she muttered. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, inputting the name Hana into the system. The screen flickered before pulling up three entries. 

“Three hits,” she said, leaning forward to scan the information. “Alright, first one. Hana Matsuda. Thirty-eight. Definitely not her.” 

Satoru’s gaze sharpened as she clicked on the second name. 

“Hana Ishikawa. Twenty-five. Civilian. Nope.” 

The final file loaded slowly, the outdated system grinding like it was struggling to breathe. Shoko’s eyes narrowed. “Here we go. Hana... Johnson. Age twenty-eight. Six-year veteran of the J.S.T.F., under the command of Captain Vincent Shepherd. American jujutsu sorcerer. Thirty-five years in service, promoted to captain in his fourth year. Thats the girl we saw.” 

Satoru stiffened, the name ringing in his ears. His eyes darted to the screen as Shoko scrolled through the details. "Johnson? do the higher-ups have a thing for drafting foreign sorcerers?"

Shoko mumbles something he couldn't hear, but gives a half nod-- conveying she wasn't entirely sure.

“Shepherd,” he repeated, his tone flat. “That’s the guy that captains everything? the one that—” He cut himself off, unable to finish the sentence. 

Shoko nodded. “Yeah. He’s the one running the team. She’s been under his command for six years...” Her voice trailed off as realization dawned. She glanced at Satoru. 

“what?” he pressed, his voice rising. 

“Look at Shepherd’s profile.” Shoko finished, clicking through more files. Her breath caught as another name appeared. 

“Bingo,” she whispered. 

The screen displayed a profile picture—grainy and poorly lit, but unmistakably you. Your face was sharper now, her features hardened by time and whatever hell she’d endured, but it was her. 

Satoru froze. His world narrowed to that single image, the one he’d thought he’d never see again. His chest tightened as a wave of emotions crashed over him—relief, anger, guilt, and something raw and unnameable. 

“She’s alive,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. 

But Satoru didn’t laugh. His fingers trembled as he reached out, tracing the edge of the screen. The woman in the photo was both familiar and a stranger, her eyes holding a weight he didn’t remember. 

Shoko didn’t know what to say. The strongest sorcerer in the world looked like a man on the verge of breaking, and for once, she had no words to comfort him. 

The glow of the computer screen flickered in the dim office, the silence heavy and suffocating. Satoru stared, his usually bright and sharp eyes wide and disbelieving. Her picture was there, alongside a name he’d never been able to forget. Her name. Her.

“Shoko,” his voice cracked, almost unrecognizable. “What is this?”

Shoko didn’t answer immediately. She stared at the screen, frozen, her cigarette burning down between her fingers. Her brows knitted together as though her mind refused to piece together what she was seeing. “I… I don’t know.”

“That’s her!” he shouted, slamming his hands down on the desk. The computer shook, and so did his voice. “Her name, her picture, her—why the hell is she on this file?”

“I thought—” Shoko swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “I thought she was dead as well. We all thought she was dead, Satoru.”

He pulled back, staggering as if the weight of her words had hit him physically. He ran a trembling hand through his hair, pacing back and forth, his movements erratic. “Dead?” His voice rose, brittle and cracking. “Then why the fuck is she on a classified task force roster? How could—how could she be alive and no one told me?”

Shoko finally moved, taking a shaky drag from her cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “None of this makes sense.”

He froze mid-step, spinning back to her. “Task force members are supposed to be low-grade sorcerers, right? Barely any cursed energy? She was semi-first grade by the end of our first year.”

Shoko looked at him, her usual calm façade nowhere to be found. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “That’s what we have to figure out.”

His chest heaved, his breaths ragged and loud in the still room. “Shoko.” His voice broke, raw and guttural. “Why didn’t I know? How could you not know?”

He turned away, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He hated this—the spiraling fear, the anger clawing at his throat, the gut-wrenching helplessness. For all his power, for everything he could do, he couldn’t reach her. He couldn’t protect her.

Shoko stepped closer, her voice soft but unsteady. “We’ll figure it out,” she murmured. “I promise.”

When her hand landed on his shoulder, Satoru froze, then slowly turned back to her. Without warning, he pulled her into a crushing hug, burying his face in her shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice breaking again. “Thank you, Shoko.”

She patted his back lightly, her own grief mirrored in her touch. “Go get some rest, Satoru. You’re no good to her like this.”

He nodded, releasing her, his trademark cocky smirk flickering to life for just a second. “Yeah. Night, Shoko.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The night was still and cold as he stood in the parking lot, the sleek curves of his black car gleaming under the streetlights. He rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers and teleporting home instead.

The penthouse was immaculate, a study in luxury and emptiness. The marble floors gleamed, the furniture was pristine, and the city skyline stretched endlessly through floor-to-ceiling windows. It was everything anyone could want, but to him, it was nothing.

The silence pressed in as he shed his clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his tense muscles. But no amount of heat could thaw the ice in his chest, the hollow ache that had taken root.

Later, he lay sprawled on his massive bed, the silk sheets cool against his skin. His mind refused to quiet. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her—her smile, the way she used to roll her eyes when he teased her, the sound of her laugh breaking through the walls he never realized he’d built.

The memories felt cruel now, a double-edged blade that both comforted and destroyed him. He let himself imagine the life they should’ve had—something quieter, simpler. A house by a lake. Her, curled up on the couch with a book while he pretended to read but really just watched her. Kids running barefoot through the grass. A cat lazing on a windowsill, a dog chasing after a ball, maybe even a parrot screeching in the background just because she thought it’d be funny.

He smiled bitterly. “Anything you wanted,” he whispered into the dark, his voice breaking. “Anything you wanted, I’d have given you.”

Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, he scrolled through his photo gallery. Picture after picture filled the screen, each one a moment in time that felt like a lifetime ago. There was her pout when he teased her, her mischievous grin during a mission, her face peaceful as she slept against his shoulder.

Then his finger hovered over a private folder, his pulse quickening. He opened it.

The video played on his phone, the screen dimly lighting the dark room. Satoru lay sprawled on his bed, bare-chested, his hand resting low on his abdomen as his eyes devoured every frame. The grainy quality didn’t matter—her voice, her body, the way she came undone under him—it was all burned into his memory.

He swallowed hard as her moans spilled through the speakers, soft and breathless, laced with the kind of vulnerability only he had been privy to. His cock throbbed beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants, and he freed himself with one quick motion, hissing softly as his palm wrapped around the swollen length.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his voice rough, nearly guttural. His thumb dragged over the sensitive head, smearing precum, and a shudder ripped through him. “You always knew how to ruin me.”

The video showed her writhing beneath him, her back arching, her lips parted as his name tumbled from her mouth like a plea. He matched the rhythm with his hand, slow and torturous, his grip tightening with every stroke. His mind blurred the line between memory and fantasy, the vivid recollection of her warmth, her scent, the way her nails had clawed at his back, begging him for more.

“Miss the way you’d take it,” he rasped, his teeth gritting as his strokes grew faster. His hand slick with precum, the obscene sounds of his movements filled the otherwise silent room. “Miss the way you’d fall apart for me—fuck, look at you.”

The video shifted, showing her face up close, eyes glassy with pleasure, lips swollen from his kisses. He groaned, his hips bucking into his fist as if chasing the ghost of her touch. The ache in his chest burned as hot as the fire pooling low in his abdomen.

“You’d love this, wouldn’t you?” he growled, his voice dropping lower, darker. “Me, falling apart like this. So desperate for you. So fucking pathetic without you.”

The tension coiled tighter, his breathing ragged and shallow, each stroke driving him closer to the edge. Her name spilled from his lips, raw and hoarse, a broken prayer as he imagined her beneath him again, her legs wrapped around his waist, her lips brushing his ear, whispering promises he’d never let her keep.

When release finally hit, it tore through him like a wave, his body arching off the bed as his hand milked every last drop from him. Her name escaped him again, quieter this time, barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

He lay there, chest heaving, his hand sticky and warm, but the satisfaction was fleeting. The hollowness returned almost immediately, swallowing him whole.

With a shaky exhale, he reached for the tissues on the nightstand, cleaning himself with mechanical precision before tossing them aside. Then he opened the drawer, pulling out the small velvet box that felt heavier than it should.

Flipping it open, he stared at the ring inside—a stunning twin-pear cut diamond on a slender gold band. The jeweler had tried to warn him about the price, but he’d only laughed. “Do you think money matters to me? It’s for her.”

His fingers trembled as he brought the ring to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the diamond.

“I’ll find you, baby.” he whispered, his voice barely holding steady as he cracks a small, lopsided weak smile. “what could you be doin’ right now, hm?”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The night was alive with chaos. Screams tore through the air as bullets ricocheted and curses shrieked, their grotesque forms illuminated by the staccato flashes of gunfire. The battlefield sprawled like a macabre painting-smoke rising in thick plumes, flames licking at the debris-strewn ground, and the sharp tang of iron and ozone saturating the air.

Shepherd moved through it all like a force of nature, his commands sharp and unyielding as he led his team into the fray. The chemical hangar loomed ahead, a foreboding structure with jagged shadows clawing at its edges. It was their target, the heart of the enemy's twisted operation, and it needed to be neutralized at all costs.

"Cover the rear! Don't let those bastards flank us!" Shepherd barked, his revolver spitting cursed energy into the night. The weapon's rounds glowed faintly, cutting through the inky darkness as they tore into a curse lunging from the rubble. It let out a guttural scream before disintegrating into ash.

Behind him, the team moved like a well-oiled machine, their formation tight despite the relentless assault.

They were soldiers, each of them hardened by battles far too numerous to count, but even they couldn't mask the tension etched into their movements.

“Hostiles incoming-two o'clock!" one of the soldiers shouted, swiveling to unleash a barrage of gunfire. The bullets caught a humanoid curse mid-leap, its misshapen body convulsing as it hit the ground, twitching before falling still.

Another curse-a grotesque, serpent-like monstrosity

-slithered toward them, its eyes glowing with malice.

Shepherd didn't hesitate. He surged forward, his hand crackling with cursed energy as he slammed his palm into the creature's head. The curse writhed, its hiss morphing into a scream as Shepherd's technique surged through it, obliterating it from the inside out.

"Keep moving!" he roared, turning to face his team.

"The clock's ticking!"

Inside the hangar, the air was suffocating, heavy with the acrid stench of chemicals and the faint hum of cursed energy. The barrels lining the walls seemed to pulse with malevolence, each one a ticking time bomb of destruction waiting to be unleashed.

The team fanned out, their boots echoing against the concrete floor as they worked with practiced efficiency.

Charges were placed with swift precision, the adhesive strips sticking to the tanks with muted clicks.

"Status?" Shepherd's voice was a low growl, his eyes scanning the dimly lit space for movement.

"Almost done, Captain," one of the soldiers replied, sweat streaking his dirt-smudged face as he secured the final charge. "Two minutes to finish the setup."

The words had barely left his mouth when the shadows shifted, and curses began to materialize from the darkness.

They came in a wave-hulking beasts with jagged limbs, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

The soldiers reacted instantly, opening fire in a deafening cacophony. Shells clattered to the ground as bullets tore through the air, some embedding themselves in the curses' grotesque forms while others ricocheted off the walls.

One of the larger curses—a grotesque amalgamation of limbs and teeth-barreled toward the group, its roar shaking the ground. Shepherd met it head-on, his cursed energy igniting like a wildfire. He dodged its swiping claws with practiced ease, his movements fluid and lethal as he closed the distance.

The curse lunged, its jaws snapping shut inches from his face. Shepherd countered with a brutal uppercut, his cursed energy-enhanced strike shattering its lower jaw. The creature staggered back, and he followed up with a series of rapid blows, each one punctuated by the sickening crunch of bones.

Behind him, another soldier let out a sharp cry as a curse pinned him against a barrel. Before it could land the killing blow, a bullet tore through its head, and it crumpled to the ground. Shepherd spared a glance at the soldier, nodding once before returning his focus to the fray.

"Team Bravo, report!"

"Charges are secure, Captain! We're ready to exfil!"

"Good. Move out! Cover each other and keep those bastards off our backs!"

The team began their retreat, their movements quick but deliberate as they wove through the chaos.

Shepherd brought up the rear, his revolver barking with each pull of the trigger, every shot a precise kill.

Outside, the battlefield was no less chaotic. Smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and burnt flesh. The aircraft still loomed above, a silent predator waiting for the signal.

Shepherd's voice crackled through the radio, cutting through the static. "Eagle One, blow 'em to hell, doll."

For a moment, there was silence.

Inside the cockpit, the world seemed to still. You exhaled slowly, your breath fogging the glass as your hands moved with meticulous precision. The targeting system beeped softly, its crosshairs locking onto the heart of the hangar.

The chaos below was a distant memory, muted by the hum of the engines and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. Your finger hovered over the trigger, and for a split second, you let yourself feel the weight of it-the lives, the destruction, the purpose carved out for you in the shadows of this war.

Your lips curled into a faint smile, a chilling edge to it as your voice cut through the silence.

"Yes, Captain."

lets go.

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La La Love You(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Haibara Yu)

warnings: smut, fluff, AU, Haibara and Nanami do not know each other in this fic, Non-Sorcerer AU, College age AU, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex(fem receiving and male receiving), polycule of sorts, drinking, smoking, recreational drug use, creampie finish, praise kink, degradation kink word count: 3k!!(I cannot write short fics these days I guess) pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Haibara Yu summary: you and Kento meet Yu at the local punk show and hit it off! a little too well... a/n: This is the fic from the poll! I really wanted to write something for these two and I hope you all enjoy! Heavily based on the punk shows I used to go to when I was in my early twenties and the many hangovers I got from going to them. Dividers by the wonderful benkeibear!

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You’re just stepping out of the washroom and heading towards the drink table when someone bumps into you. You gasp as the cold liquid of their beer hits your shirt. The brunette standing in front of you has a look of surprise on his face. He’s immediately apologizing profusely.

“Shit I am so so sorry!” The guy says, a look of guilt written all over his face.

“No, don’t worry about it! It was an accident.”

The guy takes you gently by the hand and leads you back to the bathroom. He grabs a shit ton of paper towel from the broken dispenser and begins trying to clean up the mess on your ripped up Ramones shirt. Your eyes soften at the chivalrous action.

“Thanks, that’s really nice of you.”

The words you speak send him into some sort of shy frenzy. He’s blushing and trying to say it was the least he could do for messing up your shirt. You just shrug and smile, making his heart skip a beat.

“I’m Haibara Yu, by the way.” 

You shake his hand, “Yu. Nice name!” You introduce yourself.

He finally gets a good look at you. You’ve got piercings and colored hair, and you look like you belong at this venue. Yu, on the other hand, looks quite preppy and cute. But despite his outward appearance, he’s always been a big fan of indie and punk music. So when one of his friends mentioned this basement venue, he figured he’d come check it out.

“You’re not here alone, are you?” Yu asks, smiling brightly.

“I’m here with my boyfriend. I think you should meet him!”

You take his hand, and Yu notices the rings you’re wearing. One of them is in the shape of vampire fangs, the other is a cute black cat, then there’s a gorgeous ruby on a golden band. He figures your boyfriend must have given you that one.

The two of you make your way outside to the smokers. Leaning up against the wall is your boyfriend. His blond hair is partially obscured by his dark hoodie. He has a cigarette dangling from his lips. His black-rimmed eyes dart around until he spots you. A smirk spreads on his face when he notices you with some preppy looking guy.

“Hello there princess,” Kento says and wraps his arm around you. “Who’s this charming man?”

You smirk, “This is my new friend, Yu!” 

Yu blushes and looks away bashfully. He’s never really had an experience like this before. Most of the people who go to shows like this just take one good look at him and they sneer at him. Not everyone at the punk shows are nice, but he thinks you’re so sweet. He wonders how your boyfriend will react.

“Yu Haibara, nice to meet you.” Haibara extends his hand to Nanami.

“Kento Nanami. Pleasure to meet you,”

Nanami takes a drag off the cigarette before he places it between your lips. He doesn’t fail to notice the way Yu seems to be admiring you both. He smirks to himself before he pulls you in even closer.

“You come to see the bands tonight?” Kento asks your new friend.

“Yeah! I’m stoked. I saw the band Blue Thunder last time they were in town.”

Kento chuckles, “Oh man, they are good. I loved their set the last time they were here. You remember that, baby?”

You smile sweetly before handing him back the cigarette, “They played some of the coolest songs. I got their setlist too!”

The three of you continue discussing the bands playing tonight. Kento is very impressed by Yu’s knowledge of the music. When you’re done smoking, Kento holds your hand and guides you back into the basement venue. He looks at Yu and beckons him inside as well.

The three of you get some good spots near where the first band is setting up. Kento goes to get you and Haibara a drink, and when he returns, this is when Yu realizes that he’s being included. He smiles at Kento and they both begin discussing some things. You notice that they actually have a lot in common.

Soon the first band goes on, and all three of you are moshing in the front. A few more people join you all. It’s so much fun this way. Everyone is being rowdy and loud and the band is playing to their heart’s content. Then it’s time for the next band to get on the little stage. It’s the band Yu was talking about, Blue Thunder.

You head over to the drink table to get all three of you drinks. When you return, you notice that your boyfriend and your new friend seem to be speaking in hushed tones. When you inquire about it, they both seem to shrug.

“Nothing, pretty girl. It’s nothing for you to worry about.” Kento presses a kiss to your lips. “Just watch the show, honey.”

You think about it for the rest of the set, but it soon slips your mind as you drink more booze. You’re not exactly drunk, but you’re buzzed. By the time the show is done, you’re ready to head home and order in some take-out. Kento grabs your hand and you two make it to the merch table, picking out some shirts. Yu is sly, giving money to the person at the merch table to pay for the shirts you pick.

“Hey! You didn’t need to do that,” you say, a blush on your cheeks.

“Nope, but I wanted to! You both made me feel so welcome.”

The three of you exit the cramped and sweaty basement to the cold air outside. It sobers you up a little as you shiver. Kento unzips his hoodie and wraps it around you, pulling you closer. You light up a smoke, and you look surprised at Yu. He’s smoking as well, which you could never have guessed.

“That was a good show,” he comments, a plume of smoke surrounding him as he exhales.

Kento nods, “Yeah, it was amazing.”

“I agree. That was a lot of fun.”

Before you know it, both guys are on either side of you. Kento holds your hand, winking at your new friend. Yu grabs your other hand, gently stroking it with his thumb. You aren’t sure what’s going on now, but you aren’t complaining. You decide to roll with it, seeing as you’re feeling really good right now. 

The three of you walk towards the apartment you share with Kento. Kento unlocks the door when you get there and he invites Yu inside with a wink. You know that something has been said between them without your knowledge, though you can’t imagine what it was. 

Inside the apartment, Yu gets a better sense of who you two are. You’re clearly anime fans, but also you two love to listen to music. In the living room is a dilapidated couch where you settle, and in the corner next to the TV stand with the many gaming consoles, is a state of the art record player. Kento goes over and picks out one of your favorite albums to put on as background music. Then Yu comes to sit with you on the couch.

“Does anyone want leftovers? We ordered pizza last night. I was going to pop them in the toaster oven.” Kento suggests.

You nod, “Yes please.”

Yu smiles. “Yeah I’m game.”

After a few minutes, the three of you are munching on the refreshed leftovers. Yu begins to talk more about himself, and you realize how much of a sunny guy he is. He’s just so sweet. You linger on every word he says. His smile is so infectious. 

Soon there’s a joint being passed around. You begin to feel cuddly and affectionate. You crawl onto Kento’s lap, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. Yu feels something stirring deep inside of him as he watches you two become so touchy-feely. It’s making him feel things he’s never quite felt before.

“She’s so cute, huh?” Kento asks, watching the way Yu is reacting to all of this.

“She really is,” Yu spills out, his cheeks burning at his admission.

Kento presses a kiss to your neck, his hands gently rubbing your shoulders. Then he allows his hands to trail downward, getting close to your breasts. But before he takes them into his hands, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra. You let out a sigh of relief.

You and Kento look at each other for a few minutes, then he cups your face. With a look towards Yu, Kento presses his lips against yours. You moan as Kento deepens the kiss, pulling you even closer to him. As much as Yu wants to look away, he just can’t seem to bring himself to do so. The sight of you and Kento kissing is quite arousing.

When you pull away to breathe, both men are noticing just how much sensuality is in the air. Your lips are red and swollen just from the small amount of kissing you’ve been doing, but already you look like you’re ready for more.

“How about you kiss her?” Kento suggests.

You’re being shoved onto Yu’s lap very shortly, and you smile shyly as he looks at you with those big expressive eyes. He’s different from your Kento, but he ignites something within you. His big hand cups your cheek, pulling you into him. The minute your lips touch, you know you’re never going to want to let him go.

You two continue to kiss, and you feel his tongue hesitating to glide against your bottom lip. You part your lips ever so slightly, and you hear him moan as your own tongue slips into his mouth. His hands grip onto you a little tighter, pulling you to straddle him. He’s getting a little greedy with all of this.

“Hmph, looks like I don’t need to teach you how to kiss her.”

You and Yu break apart, looking over at Kento. He’s smirking at you both, his belt unbuckled. He’s teasingly playing with the bulge in his pants, winking at you.

“How about it, princess? You want us to fuck you?” Kento asks you as pulls you back onto his lap.

“Mmmm…yes, please.”

Yu’s eyes widened. He knew that Kento had talked about this at the show, but he figured it was just a bit of a joke. He hadn’t been able to tell if your boyfriend was serious or not. But he understands that the blond man had, in fact, been quite serious about the situation.

“Wanna see how cute she gets when she gets horny?” Kento asks the brunette.

“Uh—yes! Yes I do.”

You love the way Yu is so eager for all of this. He’s so excited to be a part of this. Kento hikes up the skirt you’re wearing, showing off the cute little panties you’re wearing. It’s almost embarrassing for you, but being exposed really has your heart racing.

“Come here, Yu.” Kento beckons.

Yu is quick to crawl over to the both of you, and Kento guides him to get on his hands and knees. Haibara doesn’t even think twice about it. The minute he’s between your thighs, he’s going crazy with just the smell of you.

“Push her panties to the side,” Kento instructs. “She loves when I get a little impatient with her and just push them to the side.”

You let out the cutest whimper when Yu does exactly what Kento tells him to. You look down at the cute guy between your legs, and he looks up at you with his pupils blown wide with lust. Your pussy is on display, and he loves the way there’s a string of arousal that clings to your panties. He leans in closer, and with Kento’s approval, he begins to press kisses to your clit.

Your eyes roll back. He’s so gentle and sweet, which is a bit of a contrast to the rough and passionate that Kento can be sometimes. His tongue is so warm as he swipes it against your folds. You tremble at every movement he does. You reach down to run your fingers through his hair, praising him for being such a good boy.

Yu’s cock twitches in his pants from the praise. You smell and taste so good, he’s not even really able to think straight. All he can think about is how badly he wants to make you cum. He wants to keep drinking up your juices until you push him away from the overstimulation.

“F-fuck,” you breathe out. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Already? Wow, princess, you must have really been wanting this.” Kento teases before he reaches under your shirt.

He’s tugging on your nipples, toying with the piercings there. And Yu’s suckling on your clit, his lips latched on. He moans with every stroke of his tongue, rendering you into a moaning mess. It takes very little to pull you over the edge, and you have a very sticky and wet orgasm all over his tongue.

“That’s my good girl,” Kento praises, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple.

Yu backs off when you begin to whine. He knows that he’s satisfied you well beyond what he intended. He looks up at both of you from his position on the ground, expecting a little praise as well. You reach down and push his hair back from his face.

“Fuck you are amazing.”

Yu smiles happily, resting his face on your thigh and gently caressing your pussy. You shudder with every brush of his thumb against your clit. He loves the way you’re so sensitive after cumming.

“Wanna do this on the couch, baby?” Kento asks you, kissing your lips.

“Mhmm…” you smile sweetly. “Yeah I do.”

Him and Haibara help you up, bringing you to the couch. Kento positions you so that you’re bent over the arm of the couch. Then he looks in your eyes and smiles.

“Who do you want where?” Kento asks, wanting your consent.

“Mmmm…can I have Yu fuck me?”

Kento smirks at the brunette. Yu is achingly hard in his pants. Then Kento comes over, cupping Yu’s face. You watch over your shoulder and you see them kissing gently. It’s tentative, but it’s so fucking hot. Kento unbuckles Yu’s belt and helps him out of his pants. Your eyes bulge when you see how hard Yu is.

“You want that, baby?” Kento asks as he begins to stroke Haibara.

“Fuck yes, please.”

Haibara comes over to you, spreading your legs. He looks at your tight little holes. He doesn’t know that he’s ever done anything quite like this. His fingers slide up and down your folds, spreading your wetness around a little more. Then he grasps his cock, positioning himself. Slowly, he slides into your warmth. 

“She feels good, yeah?” Kento asks as he makes his way over to you. “Y-yeah…so warm.”

Kento chuckles as he watches his new friend fuck his girlfriend. You and Kento have always talked about a situation like this, and it was finally happening. You look up at your lover and he smirks. Yu picks up his pace, fucking himself into you harder.

“She really loves it when you go deep,” Kento explains, cupping your face. “Deep and fast and hard.”

Yu nods his head, pushing his shirt up from his belly and placing it between his teeth so he can see himself fucking you. You let out the cutest moans, clearly loving this treatment. He wonders if you enjoy being teased by Kento, and he can see that this is something you two like to partake in together.

“Open up,” Kento says to you. “Show him how good of a cocksucker you are.”

Without hesitation, you let Kento enter your mouth. With both your mouth and pussy being filled, you don’t know how much longer you can last. Your walls are already fluttering around Yu’s girth, making him grunt and gasp. Kento loves the way he’s able to keep control over the whole situation.

Kento leans over, pressing his cock even deeper down your throat. He gently caresses Yu’s face, pushing some hair out of his face. Yu blushes at the attention, and he feels his balls draw up.

“S-shit…” Yu breathes out. He reaches down between your thighs, rubbing your clit. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

You let out a cute moan, begging him to release inside of you. Yu is shocked by this, but he can’t help but get even closer to his release. He wants to make you cum more than anything.

“Make her cum first,” Kento says. He pushes you back down onto his cock, and you swallow around him. “Then she’ll show you how much of a cumslut she is.”

Yu’s head is swirling with dirty thoughts. His hips are stuttering as his climax is building fast, but he can tell you’re not far off either. Your walls contract around him, squeezing him tight. Kento’s bucking his hips, getting himself closer to his own orgasm.

You fall off the edge first, your moans being muffled by Kento’s thick cock. He grunts as he feels the vibrations all throughout his shaft. You shudder and shake as the pleasure takes hold, and your little pussy is milking Yu.

“Go on, princess. Show Yu how good of a cumslut you can be.”

Yu’s pace falters as the pleasure gets to a peak. He grunts loudly as he falls off the edge next, his hands digging into your hips bruisingly. He fucks his cum deep inside of you, momentarily forgetting how irresponsible that is. Then he slowly begins to come down. 

Kento’s next. He growls loudly as ropes of his cum fill your mouth. You eagerly swallow it all up, and he caresses your cheek when he pulls out. Yu pulls out next, mesmerized by the way his seed leaks out of your tight little hole.

Kento comes over after he’s tucked himself back into his pants. He pats Yu on the shoulder, smirking to the brunette.

“Told you she’s a good little cumslut. Give her time to recover and then you can try out her mouth, yeah?”

[1-800-kami]

agnes, just stop and think a minute

gojo satoru x reader (1.2k)

" you're gone but you're on my mind, i'm lost but i don't know why. ,,

warnings: CHAPTER 236 SPOILERS, reader and shoko r going THRU it, i wrote this during a mental breakdown, denial, semi-comfort at the end

a/n: when i found out about what happened i just spent 2 hours on social media just. watching everything gojo related and i kind of wanted to reflect my reaction through this word vomit of a drabble. i haven't cried at all but i just feel so devastated and oh my god it's been terrible. rest in peace to my bb </3

based off of one of my favorite glass animals songs (agnes) that i've always associated with gojo.

you like to think that grief in your life always comes and goes.

it’s a part of being a jujutsu sorcerer. each day, new people are trained to become one, and others die the same day. there are new beginnings, and people who meet their ends. you know sorcerers out there who have completely closed themselves off just so they don’t have to experience the soul crushing feeling of grief. 

it’s like a bud, they say. a bud that forcefully plants itself in your heart, and you can do nothing but watch it grow as it takes hold of every part of your being. people describe the feeling in many ways: a weight on top of your chest that won’t cease, or a part of your heart that’s been ripped away, and nothing in your life seems to fill the remnants of it. 

you’ve experienced grief in your life many times. loss is so normalized as a sorcerer that you’ve almost lost count at this point, but the ones that have hit you the hardest are the deaths of your closest friends: kento nanami, yu haibara, and geto suguru. they haunt your thoughts every day, up until the point where everything feels asphyxiating and you sometimes want to join your friends too.

you think that geto’s death hit you the hardest. 

you remember geto’s disappearance and the night parade of a hundred demons like it was yesterday. the hardest pill to swallow about his death was the fact that it could’ve been prevented. geto’s lifeless eyes made you see parallels from the weeks leading up to his disappearance. he just needed a push in the right direction, but then you couldn’t even do that and you didn’t see all the signs of his deteriorating mental health. you just felt so guilty, even though your friends assured you that it wasn’t your fault.

seeing geto’s body for the first time after 10 years made you wail uncontrollably–and you had to be forcefully pried off of him despite your screams of protest. the most prominent thing about his body were his lifeless eyes–and guilt coursed through your veins as you knew that they were probably devoid of life even before his death.

that guilt stuck with you for a long time, and you felt it until you thought that it would consume you whole.

that’s why shoko was hesitant to show you gojo’s body.

she knows that you would have an emotional outburst again, like last time. actually, she knew this one would be worse, because geto was a best friend to you, but satoru was the light of your life. he was your lover. your soulmate, even. the reason why you were excited to come home everyday. he grieved about geto with you, and you held each other when you both cried… usually when december 24th was nearing again. you think that, without satoru, you don’t know what you would do. you kept each other sane and grounded.

so you don’t understand.

why is his body in front of you right now? why are all your students crying around you and mourning gojo’s loss? it’s all the sorcerers are talking about right now, and you just don’t get it.

he’s the strongest, so why did he fucking leave you behind like this? no, no. he wasn’t supposed to lose that fight. he said it himself. he said he’d win, right? he’d win, and he’d come home, albeit injured, but home nonetheless. he’d celebrate his victory with you, and life would go on. so why did he lie?

that’s the only word coursing through your head. why?

you tried not to think about anything right now… like how there was probably so much crimson red on that battlefield. if you saw it, you’d think that the red would leave an everlasting stain in your mind, to the point where you’ll never forget about it. no matter how many times you’d wash your hands, all that red would still be there, and you hate to think about it.

you like to think that grief in your life always comes and goes.

people describe the feeling in many ways, but if you had to describe how you felt right now, the only word you’d use is empty.

you feel so utterly empty and hollow, that you can’t even bring yourself to cry or scream.

shoko’s surprised at your reaction. when she told you what happened, you became eerily silent. your eyes and gojo’s were practically identical. both so devoid of life, that all she can bring herself to say is, “im sorry.”

what do you even say at a time like this? what do you say to someone who’s had their heart ripped apart again and again as they watch each of their friends die? for you and shoko, it’s happened four times now. four is too much. you can’t bring yourself to believe it anymore.

no. this isn’t real.

this isn’t happening right now.

you move for the first time in what seems like ages, and you place your hand in gojo’s open casket, tucking a stray pearl white strand behind his ear. you observe him for a minute. he looks so peaceful, now that he doesn’t have to worry about his infinity or constantly being on his guard anymore.

“shoko, i think he’s hungry.” you say, feeling the ice cold veins in your chest stilling.

your words catch shoko off guard. “huh?”

“he’s hungry,” you repeat simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. you look away from his body and turn to leave. “i’m going to go buy kikufuku for him.” 

you suddenly remember all of the dates you’ve had with satoru, where you buy many sweets like kikufuku, but he always made sure to save you some. he’s known for his notorious sweet tooth—putting one too many sugar cubes in his drinks, but he’ll always share his sweets if it’s with you. even if it was kikufuku.

“it’s his favorite after all.”

you walk out of the funeral, leaving behind the confused and sympathetic looks of everyone there. shoko sighs at your reaction—she’ll let you go for now. everyone’s processing this in different ways, so she can’t blame you for how you’re dealing with satoru’s death. she’ll just hope you’ll learn to accept it soon.

on the way to get kikufuku, you spot a pet shop nearby. there’s a fish tank on display, and you notice that one of the tanks has a white betta fish inside. it’s the same shade as satoru’s hair, and you feel your feet moving on its own as you walk to the glass. you exhale with a shaky sob, placing a hand on it. i love you, satoru. i won’t say goodbye, though, cause i’ll be there eventually.

you make sure not to say “soon” because you knew that if you took your life with your own hands instead of letting fate choose your death, satoru would never let you hear the end of it. so you’ll keep living. you’ll keep living for yourself and satoru, even though you want to join them. every single day hurts and it also hurts to even breathe sometimes. though you know, somewhere out there, satoru and your friends are cheering you on with every step you take.

wait for me… okay?

the betta fish suddenly notices your presence, and swims up against the glass. so close, yet so far. you take that as satoru’s answer. it was like you could hear his voice directly speaking to you.

i’ll always wait for you, no matter how long it takes.

you smile for the first time today, even if it was barely a smile. you felt a familiar presence with you on the other side of that glass, even if it was just for a short moment, and it gave you what strength you had left to keep moving.

[animehideout]

A Deal ( Ryomen Sukuna X Reader )

Part 4

check part 1 / 2 / 3 / 5

Warnings: Mature content / smut / unprotected sex / mention of blood / NSFW / slight manga spoiler

Minors and those who are sensitive to such topics please DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞⚠️

“Long time no see, Eiji”

His eyes widened in disbelief, frozen for a moment as if a ghost from his past had materialized before his eyes.

“y-you're alive?” he questioned.

“Yeah, here I am, I'm back ...for you”

“After all these years?”

“What? you're not happy to see your cousin again?”

“Why are you here? you don't belong here anymore”

“Yeah I know, just gotta some work to do” you smirked.

In a split of a second, blood pierced through his heart,

“Shouldn't have left your guard down around me Eiji or you thought that poor y/n can cause no harm?” you mocked

He looked at the hole in his chest, blood flooding, he didn't expect you to kill him as easily as that.

“y-you l-ittle -bit..” he dropped dead in the ground, the ground he used to rule for years.

“Finally Megumi will be liberated,” you said to yourself carrying your cousin's body bringing it to Sukuna.

• Time skip •

“Here” you announced your presence, dropping Eiji's body in front of Sukuna.

“And who might this guy be?” he asked eyeing both of you as he sat on the edge of the bed, manspreading.

“My cousin”

“C-cousin? you killed your cousin?” he said in a surprised tone.

“He's one of the strongest sorcerer in our clan; blood manipulation, I was able to kill him cause I took him by surprise”

“You're really becoming more like me y/n ruthless..I love that” he chuckled proudly.

“___ now spare Megumi, from all of this” you said firmly as his freedom is your main purpose.

“Why the rush?” He stood up, his hand pulling you by the waist, “don't wanna get rewarded for your service?” he smirked as his big hands started going up and down your skin.

“I - I don't wanna do that sukuna” you muttered, but deep down you felt knots forming in your stomach, you started to breathe a little quicker, your pussy throbbing. You tried to deny it but you couldn't help feeling desperate, empty and needing something big to fill you up, to fuck you rough.. Sukuna's voice alone was able to move things in you.

You swallowed hard, as your cheeks flushed in a faint pink color, exposing you.

“You sure you don't want that little human?” he said, in a second he effortlessly flipped you and you found yourself laying on your back on his silky bed, you gasped in surprise.

“w-what are you doing?”

“checking if you want that reward or not”

“no I -I d-don't” you muttered

“Quiet” he said ripping off your skirt, leaving in your underwear.

“ My oh my ...Look at that spot, and you say you don't want to.. look how wet you are for me, trynna hide this from me? just admit it that I turn you on just by the thought of me fucking you” he grinned devilishly his hands holding you down in position, as he forced your legs to spread open, eyes glued on your clothed pussy..

You bit your lower lip, being exposed infront of his eyes, you can't help the growing sensation between your thighs, driving you insane by the minute and you seriously needed to shove something inside you and rock it back and forth.. But you fought it back, not willing to give in to Sukuna, not willing to give in to sin..

So you started moving, trying to break free..

“Uh uh no, nowhere to go”

“Let's postpone it we can do it next time when you regain your own body” you tried to convince him to spare you.

“Why is Megumi's body not handsome enough for you? I wanna do you one last time in this body and don't worry about it when I regain my own, I'll make you orgasm on repeat”

You gulped, knowing that he won't let go.. knowing that he's doing this on purpose for Megumi to watch, knowing that he wants to drive you to the edge till you break in front of him and beg for him for be inside you.

“So I'll give you options...how do you wanna cum tonight?” he started removing your underwear, revealing your drenched pussy.. “With my mouth?” he added as his long tongue licked the juices off of you, making you squirm “or with this big dick?” he said giving his already hard dick a rub ..

You kept silent, your eyes gazing at his length imagining him filling your inside thrusting inside you till you can't take it no more.. you were too aroused to think straight, all what thought about was getting fucked rough till you feel satisfied.

“come on doll, tell me properly” he smirked, reading you like an open book..

But your mouth was shut, you didn't dare to admit it, or to give him the satisfaction of you wanting him so bad, even though it was obvious like the day light.

“Fine then, if you're not gonna say it then imma make you cum with this”

Without warning he entered you, the feeling of you warm wall clenching around him made him groan “are you purposefully clenching around me like that?”

You only hummed, waiting for him to start moving, desperate for the friction.

His hips started rolling, thrusting into you surprisingly slow at first, the wet sound filling the room. Your hands gripped the bed sheets afraid to grip his hair, but he noticed your actions and muttered through heavy breaths, “You can touch me tonight, I'll allow it since you succeed in your task”

Hesitantly, your fingers found their way in his hair, tugging on it

“FUCK” a low groan come from the back of his throat, your touch made him pound you harder, hitting the same spot making your whole body shake under him..

It was almost out of question to hold back your moans anymore.

He knew how to do you the way you wanted and more. It's like your body was a ship and he was the sailor.

“let it out.. don't hold it back..scream it”

Your stomach tightened with pleasure, moaning his name at the top of your lungs, gasping for breath as he slipped in and out of you faster and harder..

“S-sukuna... I'm gonna cum..please”

he smirked at your vulnerable state, satisfied that he eventually made you submit for him without the urge to fight him back, you just give in.

Your back arched, wrapping your legs around his torso pulling him more inside you.. He continued to fuck you into your and his orgasm.

He grabbed your hips, his fingernails digging into your skin as finally both of you came, he watches as his cum filled you mixing with yours..

He pulled out, and unexpectedly kissed your cheek softly.. his gesture taking you by surprise..

He crawled out of bed, bringing the last finger he had, reserved for this very moment, he approached Eiji's dead body on the ground forcing that finger down his throat making him swallow it...

You quickly covered yourself, anticipating..

You watched as the tattoos started to disappear from Megumi's body and face, giving him his soft look again..

Silence fell in the room,

“M-megumi?” you started.

But he kept on looking down, you slowly approached him gently touching his shoulder but he flinched back..

He was unable to look you in the eyes after what Sukuna did to you with his own body.

“Im s-sorry” he muttered “Im so so sorry” he broke down, his fists clenching as he started crying. It was the very first time you see him breaking down into tears like that, “I couldn't stop him” he started blaming himself.

“it's okay Megumi it's not your fault” you tried to reassure him swallowing back the awkwardness and how tense the situation was, he covered himself up as well, his hands shaking.

“you're free now Megumi...go ..leave!!” you said trying to make him leave this place before Sukuna could wake up again.

“Not without you y/n”

“Nah without her actually” spoke Sukuna, bringing Eiji body back to life, his real form taking over burying Eiji's soul and body down into the darkness of nothing.

Both of you looked in shock at him, his real form was huge, intimidating and you thought he couldn't get more scary but he proved you wrong. One look from him sent shivers down your spine.

“She's mine now” he added smirking.

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[nuhahani]

I Found...

I Found - Amber Run

Megumi x Fem Reader fluff, light angst.

1.k words.

Summary: How do you comfort your best friend after he loses his dog and new friend ? You open your domain and bring back everything he's lost.

“Domain Expansion; Cosmic Graveyard.” Fields of dark lifeless rainbows transformed the body of space around you. Grassy headstones that were mildly unkempt moved the earth to create space in the domain. Megumi reached up to touch what he mistook for a dust particle. “Be careful, I’m not sure who that is.” His empty expression turned to you, dead eyes that didn’t have the energy to spark curiosity or even ask. With cupped hands you caught one of the thousands of small wandering particle that passed gently through the air around them in a way that reminded the dark-haired boy of cherry blossoms in the spring. Except these particles shimmered and glowed like fireflies. “These little dust-like floaters are spirits. Any spirit or curse that I have encountered I can use in here after it passes. I call these little floaters spirit dust, kind of like star dust since that’s really what the top of my domain looks like.” Thoughtfully you covered your hands and released the spirit dust onto the ground as if you were gently placing glass down. “Curse technique; Soul Resurrection.” 

The dust swirled into a little white ball of fur that twisted and stretched into a fully grown dog. Megumi let his cold icy expression be replaced with shock and amazement. Standing in front of him, tail wagging and mouth panting, was his white Devine dog. The tips of your fingers grazed the top of the dogs’ head as it observed Megumi drop to his knees. “Come here! Come!” There was no hesitation from the shikigami when it came to following your best friends’ orders. You could honestly say that it was the first time that your domain had ever experienced smiles and breathless laughter, the first time your gift was seen in a positive lens. It was all because of him. Megumi, the cold stoic boy who hid his emotions and would rather tell world to fuck off than ever admit he was hurting was the first person to truly make you see the good in your ability. The higher ups viewed your curse technique as something that needed to be put to an end. You weren’t a curse user, and you certainly weren’t able to fall into the group of shadow/shikigami users.

Your spirits and curses weren’t familiars, and the higher ups were on guard about sorcerers like you since Geto’s defection and even more so after Yuji swallowed Sukuna’s finger. If it hadn’t been for Gojo finding you and convincing them how useful you could be on their side, you would’ve faced your execution years ago. After all being able to summon and bring back beings from the dead was not your everyday ability, watching a seven-year-old summon her dead to play with was not an easy pill to swallow. To say your technique wasn’t for the faint of heart was not an overstatement, you did have the tendency to walk around with undead animals daily. Your subconscious was constantly at work the way Gojo’s infinity was always on. Gojo had taken you under his wing and you were raised side by side with Megumi. So, when that sugar crazed man came to you asking if you could help Megumi after what happened with Yuji and his Devine Dog, how could you possibly say no? Gojo had kept you separated from the other first years, you were already a special grade and there was no need to keep you on easy missions. That’s what he said but you felt there was something much more sinister about the meaning behind ensuring that Sukuna’s vessel never encountered you.

Megumi seemed to be able to read your mind, the words basically written in the air for him to reads. 

“Can I see Yuji?” 

The four words that ripped you to shreds, it had become clear to you why Gojo didn’t want you to ever encounter Yuji Itadori, the sweet boy that was supposed to be executed just as you were. Your mentor didn’t want to give Sukuna the chance to see you and your curse technique. Megumi already knew the answer. The weight and reality of wishful thinking crashing down on him. You couldn’t bring him back. You had never even gotten a glimpse at the other first year; you only knew what you had been told and that wasn’t enough to resurrect a soul. 

“I’m sorry... ‘m so sorry Megumi,” Your best friends' expression broke you. How could you keep it together when he was on the verge of crumbling, the one who you also thought was untouchable. “I’m not allowed to meet him so I can’t show him to you.” The three of you fell into comfortable silence as he finally allowed himself to feel the weight of all his loss. You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you had no choice but to tell him now. “Gojo is sending me back across seas tomorrow. I’ll be in China this time.” Laid between you in the grass was a small headstone engraved with foreign writing. The grass in your domain was always softest around the graves, white fur almost completely separating the two of you. “Apparently, he’s found a sorcerer with a similar technique to mine. He doesn’t want me back until the end of October.” 

“You’re leaving again… That idiots kept you out of the country as long as Yuta.” 

“The perks of being a special grade I guess.” You chuckled but could the burn of his gaze on you. Megumi would miss you, he would never say it, but you knew each time. You did your best to bring back gifts for him depending on where you went. Recently you brought him back a black and white beadwork bracelet from her time in Africa with Miguel and Yuta. The time before you brought him back incense and perfume from her time in Egypt where Gojo had sent you off to learn more about the ancient curse techniques related to your own. You knew his favorite gifts were ones that were mildly cursed however Yaga had banned you from bringing more cursed items back after the canned tuna incident. Everywhere you went no matter how large or small, for your own education or mission; you always brought him something back. “I’ll bring you something back of course.” His dark eyes never left you; he was unsure if could look away and you didn’t want him to. 

A/N I think I’ll write more for this piece, oh well. I’ve decided to write more fluff because I like fluff and if you don’t then be like Kevin Heart and MIND YOUR DAMN MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS.

[a-hermit-pining]

Argument with Nanami Kento

Genre: angst

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

Summary: There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

AN: @kazenomegaminowanpisu I hope you like this :)))

You despise tears. Specifically, your tears. Even now the source of your tears is much less of an annoyance that their very presence. You never allow anyone to see them. Your tears are yours.

They are your burden, your weakness of bear. Kento was right as always and you knew it. You knew it all along.

There had always been an ever-present argument in your relationship with him. The argument of his time. In addition to being your boyfriend, Kento is also a sorcerer and an office worker.

There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

You wanted those pieces so badly. You wanted them for yourself, just like you gave him everything.

Initially, it had been easier to mask your displeasure with smiles, supporting Kento with messages of understanding at a canceled plan. But every passing day wore you down.

Awkward stares at an empty dinner table in the restaurant or sympathetic smiles as you walked out of a packed theatre alone. Even the sight of your own reflection as you took off the makeup after another canceled date mocked you.

Every failed meeting jeered at you. Were you the fool? Did he not want you like you wanted him?

It did not take long for your frustrations to boil into minor arguments, which later morphed into bigger ones. Arguments where both you and him tore apart every weakness, where you did everything you could to hurt him the way he hurt you.

"Does this ever matter to you, Kento?" you slam open the door to your apartment and rip off the heels that left blisters on your feet. "All you had to do was show up to this one reunion." Filling a cup with water, you turn back to him, "One evening where all my friends, my past schoolmates wanted to meet you. You couldn't do it." Gulping down the water, you close your eyes, trying to calm your temper.

You watch Kento sigh as he loosens his tie. "I tried, but something came up. I made it to greet them, didn't I?" His voice remains devoid of any emotion, which seems to flare your anger even further.

"Yeah? Should I thank you for showing up when everyone was leaving the venue?" Your mind wanders to the mocking stares of all your friends. A relationship that had once been the point of envy for all was now nothing more than a jest. The unfairness of it all tugged at your heart.

The man in question, Kento, does not even care to confront your anger. Instead, your boyfriend of half a decade plops himself on the couch. "I got caught up with a last-minute call. Couldn't make it." His words are the same old, repeating excuse that is presented to you for every grievance.

Marching toward the couch, you cross your arms, frustration bubbling within you as you confront Kento. His attention seems to be captivated by everything in the room except for you. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the weight of your emotions pressing against your chest.

"You could have called, texted, or anything to let me know. I wouldn't have forced my friends to wait for you! Kento, do I matter even a little to you?" Your voice wavers slightly as you muster the strength to hold back your tears. You refuse to let your vulnerability show, at least not yet.

He sighs, barely bothering to look at you. It feels as though even acknowledging your presence is a task too arduous for him. The silence hangs in the air, and you can hear the distant sounds of the city outside, a stark contrast to the emotional turbulence within the room.

The distance between you feels insurmountable, and a wave of frustration washes over you. You expected more, something, anything that would indicate he cared about the impact of his actions on you. The lack of a response intensifies the ache in your chest.

"My duty will always fall above you. Saving hundreds will always come before you," his words hang in the air, a heavy proclamation that offers no solace. Instead, it pushes you deeper into the abyss of your own perceived insignificance to him. The weight of those words feels like a cold shiver running down your spine.

"We've talked of this multiple times, and it seems to me you are incapable of understanding me. Everything seems to be about you. Did you even bother to ask about my day? If I was hurt in the sudden emergency?" The edge in his voice cuts through you, each accusation slicing deeper than the last. His words cause your steps to falter. Is this truly how he sees you? A self-centered partner?

But Kento doesn't stop there. For the first time, his words flow without an end in sight. "I am tired of consoling your little tantrums. And if adjusting to my life is so hard for you, then maybe I am not what you need. Fin-"

You can't bear to hear the rest. The words feel like a dagger, and you refuse to let him plunge it any deeper. Gathering the broken pieces of your heart, you rush into the emptiness of your room—the same room you once shared with him.

Alone in the silence, it's easier to let the tears fall down your cheeks. Holding them back had been harder than ever, especially when the person you thought would always stand by you seemed ready to let you go so effortlessly.

How effortlessly he had offered to give up on everything you had wanted to fight for. Was this truly what he desired? Freedom from you? An escape from the constraints of your expectations? The questions echo in your mind, and the ache in your chest deepens as you grapple with the possibility that the person you loved may not be willing to fight for the relationship as much as you are.

Lost in a trance you pull your hair free of the straining bun. You peel off the dress that he once claimed to be his favorite on you, he had failed to notice it today.

But even as you do all this there is one single thought in your mind. One that echoes the loudest. Kento, your boyfriend did not want you anymore. You were not needed in his life. Nothing more than a hinderance in the grand scheme of things. The voices in your head were vicious.

Dressed in the comfort of your pajamas you sit on your bed. Lost in the numbness of your realization, you stare at your hands. What to do? How would you survive the void of his absence in your life.

Leaving everything behind...could there be any other life for you if not for the one by his side. Somehow you had managed to destroy whatever you built with him.

Maybe you were too controlling. Too demanding. Perhaps you were selfish. Too wanting for something that was not yours alone. How suffocating must it have been for Kento.

The weight of these questions hangs in the air. Does he despise you for it? The possibility gnaws at you. You contemplate the idea of apologizing, begging, trying to make amends, but a more profound uncertainty lingers – would he even want that?

Lost in the noise of your thoughts, you don't notice Kento entering the room until he crouches in front of you. Your gaze remains fixed on the emptiness of your palms, now filled with the silent weight of teardrops.

His hands suddenly clutch yours, breaking the reverie, and you look up in panic. This is your chance to make things right. His warm touch trails patterns on the back of your hands, offering a flicker of comfort amid the turmoil.

"Kento…" Your voice is hoarse, and you continue, determined to express the turmoil within. "I am sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have… I—please don't make me… I'll be better." Your words spill out in a desperate mess, a plea for understanding and a chance to mend what seems irreparable.

"I won't ever complain. I wi—" Your words come to a sudden halt as his finger gently rests on your lips, effectively silencing your messy monologue.

"You have every right to complain," he asserts, cupping your face and coaxing you to finally look at him. His touch wipes away the tears that linger on your cheeks.

"I was wrong. My duty as a sorcerer is important to me, but it does not come at your cost. Protecting others should never come at the cost of hurting you or dismissing you." His words carry a weight of sincerity, and for the first time, you notice the slight wetness that gathers in the corners of his eyes. "I am sorry for making you feel this way. For causing you such grief. For making you think so little for yourself."

His words are like a balm, soothing the wounds created by the recent turmoil. As if sprung into sudden action, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. For now just his presence was enough. Being a small part of his life was enough.

So you let him kiss you, hold you close and drown into the delusion that you mattered to Nanami Kento. Perhaps this delusion would suffice your heart one day.

[theemissuniverse]

“PULL ON THE HEART STRINGS” CASSIE CAGE X FLIRTY COMEDIC RELIEF FEM!READER

SUMMARY : Cassie painfully has a crush on you and it’s obvious to everyone except you. But when your friends tell you, you tease the hell out of her. (Your ability is heightened senses)

WARNINGS : mentions of sh and sh scars

MASTERLIST 1 , MASTERLIST 2

In the original timeline, you died. Plain and simple. You died by the hands of Sindel when you preformed your greatest move. She died along with you.

Now the time rip had brought you three: you, Kung Lao, and Liu Kang into the present despite circumstances. You two spontaneously were alive now.

It took some getting used to. Being in a timeline completely different from your own but you had managed to find comfort in it.

Currently, you and your best friends were at the base as you were instructed by Raiden to help out the special forces as needed. You and Kung Lao were play fighting, messing around and Liu Kang shook his head as the two of you played.

Further from you three, Cassie was watching you in awe as you fought Kung Lao. You were easily winning too. Jacqui saw her best friend staring and shook her head. “You’ve been obsessed with her since she got here.”

Cassie scoffed at the claim. “I have not. It’s just…she’s literally the best female fighter. Hell, thee best fighter. I’m just amazed is all.”

“Amazed? That’s an odd replacement for love-struck.”

Cassie quickly shushed her friend. “Not love-struck! Just impressed.”

“Really? Okay.”

You and Kung Lao had stopped fighting at that point and were just laughing. Jacqui took that as her chance to push Cassie over to you.

Cassie lost her balance and almost fell when you quickly saw this with your fast reflexes. You immediately caught her, sort of bridal style.

Cassie’s hand was on your chest and you held her tightly. “Whoa. You know for a Commander you’re pretty clumsy.”

She couldn’t even say a word to you. She was just hopelessly lost in your eyes. You were the embodiment of beauty to her. She felt her heart skip beats. You didn’t catch on though and raised a brow at her. You heard her heart beating fast with your heightened hearing. “You okay, Commander?”

She hated the fact you didn’t call her by her name. Cassie snapped out of it and nodded. “Oh yeah. Cool. Cool as ice.”

You carefully picked her up and held her until she was at her feet. You let go of her. “Hey, you got anything to drink? I’m thirsty.”

Cassie took her soda off the table and waved it around in her hand. “I have this. But I drank out of it-“

You didn’t care and took the soda from her anyway. You quickly drunk it in front of her. Every drop until it was all gone. You then simply threw the can somewhere.

“You have to excuse (Y/N) as she has no home training.” Liu Kang said.

“Blah blah blah. My name is Liu Kang. Look at me with my fire balls and self righteousness. Blah blah blah.” You mocked his voice as you made a hand motion like it was your puppet for him.

Kung Lao snickered some while Cassie almost busted out in full laughter. Liu Kang crossed his arms almost offended. “I do not sound like that.”

“You kinda do…” Kung Lao trailed off.

Liu Kang huffed at the two of you and you smirked at him, sticking your tongue out which made him playfully roll his eyes at you.

Cassie was never this nervous about anything. Ever. She was always sure of herself so the feeling she had at the pit of her stomach made her uncomfortable.

She felt like you were out of her league. You were a powerful warrior and you were the best female fighter of Earthrealm. Even though she did defeat Shinnok, you probably would’ve done it with ease.

“So, Cassie. You defeated Shinnok? That’s a way better status than what Liu Kang did. He just beat up a sorcerer. Boo-Hoo.” You said while leaning on the desk.

Liu Kang gave you a look. “Apparently in the original timeline I would’ve killed Shao Kahn.”

“Yeah and after he killed me!” Kung Lao said. “Which by the way, you sucked at because according to everyone else - he came back after that.”

“Boys, boys, this isn’t a pissing contest.” Cassie told him but with a smug look. “But yeah. It’s true. I beat him. I’m a badass.”

“So I became a revenant?” You questioned. “Was I a hot one?”

“(Y/N).” Liu Kang scolded at you.

“What? I’m asking the real questions.”

Cassie was so caught up in all of your beauty that what she said didn’t mean to come out her mouth. “You’re always hot.”

The monks turned to her curiously, as they knew of her overwhelming crush on you. (Even though you didn’t know.) You watched as Cassie covered her mouth when she said that.

You didn’t take it as much. You just thought she was being a girls girl and complimenting you. “Sweet.” You saw Jax, the Jax from your timeline walking with a bag of chips. “Dibs.” You snatched the bag out of his hands. He gave you an irritated look and you flipped him off. He rolled his eyes at you before walking away.

“I’m just going to go over there.” Cassie pointed back to Jacqui and walked over to her.

You ate your chips like nothing was happening. Kung Lao gave Liu Kang a look. “Now can I tell her?”

Liu Kang shook his head. “No, Kung Lao.”

“I can’t keep doing this. I’m about to have a stroke.”

You looked at your friend weirdly as you ate your chips. “What are you about to have a stroke about?”

Kung Lao snatched the chips away from you. “You.”

“Hey!”

Kung Lao placed them on the table behind the three of you before looking back at you. “I refuse to believe you’re that naive (Y/N).”

“I love her Lao but…she is.” Liu Kang stated simply.

You stopped leaning on the table and turned to face them. “What are you dorks going on about?”

Kung Lao gave Liu Kang a final look and he finally nodded, motioning for him to say it. Kung Lao faces you again. “The Cage likes you.”

You scoffed as if it was obvious. “Of course she does. Where’s the surprise in that?” It was at that point Kung Lao flicked your head. You held your head in pain. “Ow!”

“I mean she has a crush on you, you airhead.”

“She does not…” You were about to say but then you started thinking. And then you put the puzzle pieces together. It made sense why you could hear her heart beating fast when she was around you. Why she would stutter and sometimes say things that came off as flirtatious but would immediately get embarrassed by.

You felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner.

“Oh…”

You didn’t really know how to go about confronting Cassie about her crush on you. You didn’t really have a problem with her. You thought she was pretty, fun loving and adventurous. Honestly, Cassie was your type.

It didn’t really cross your mind to think of her romantically as you never really saw someone in a romantic light unless you knew they really liked you.

You were currently at the temple, meditating. You used to argue about doing such a thing but Liu Kang showed you the pros of meditating. When you tried it, it eased your stress away.

With your heightened senses, you smelled a familiar perfume. It smelled of cherries and delight. You didn’t need to open your eyes. You already knew who it was. “What brings you here, Commander?”

Cassie stopped in her tracks. She didn’t expect for you to guess who she was. “Wow. Those heightened senses really are a blessing huh?”

“And a curse. I smell Kung Lao all the time.”

Cassie placed her hands on her hips as she examined you. “I just came to check on you.”

“Oh you wanted to check on me?”

Cassie felt a familiar heat come to her face and changed the subject. “I didn’t take it you were the type to meditate.”

“It helps with the pain.” You opened your eyes and motioned to her to sit with you. “Join me.” You patted your hand on the other mat.

Cassie looked at you curiously. She didn’t understand how it actually worked but she would indulge with you.

She sat on the mat across from you. “So do I just close my eyes or-“

“Close your eyes and take a deep breath in and then take one out.”

Cassie looked unsure but did what you said. She closed her eyes and took one deep breath in and out. “Okay. Now what?”

“Think about what brings you peace.”

Cassie did what you said. She was trying to think. Actually, really hard but nothing was coming to her head. “What exactly is the purpose of this?”

“It enhances your emotional awareness, compassion and mental calmness.” You peeked your eyes open to look at her. “It is the reason why Mr. Chosen One is a very calm monk.” You said, referring to Liu Kang.

Cassie had peeked her eyes to look at you and snickered at what you said before both of you closed your eyes.

There was silence for a moment. Then Cassie had thought about what you had said earlier. “What pain do you have?”

“What?”

“You said that meditating helps with the pain. Like physical? Mental?”

You sighed a little, regretting that you had said that. But you did trust Cassie and you didn’t really make it a plan to hide your scars. A lot of people just didn’t notice.

“Look at my arms.”

Cassie followed your direction. She opened her eyes and looked at your arms and when she did, she saw them. It clicked in her head.

She carefully took your arm and rubbed on your scars lovingly. “How did I not notice?”

“I distract people by telling a lot of jokes. If you tell a lot of jokes then people won’t care enough to actually hear you. They just…they just think that’s what you are. A joke.”

Cassie peered up at what you said. She tilted her head at you even though you couldn’t see her do it. “Is that what you think people see you as? A joke?”

You bit your lip a little. You didn’t really want to reveal the most important part of history to Cassie but she made it so comfortable for you that you felt like you had to. “Liu Kang was not suppose to win the tournament the first time around. I was. Raiden did not believe in me that I could defeat Shang Tsung and Goro so he made me lose the challenge to Scorpion so I would be forced to be out of the tournament.”

Cassie was actually shocked. Then she wondered how the roles would be different if you were the chosen one and not Liu Kang. Would everything in her timeline be erased? “Wow. Do you hate Liu Kang for it?”

“Nah. He’s my best friend. I know it’s not his fault that he’s good.” You took in another deep breath before letting it out. “Everybody hears the jokes and after that they stop listening. But I guess that’s a good thing because when nobody expects you to be the best, when they go up against you then it’s an easy challenge.”

Cassie was similar to you. A fun loving free spirit but she definitely wasn’t exactly like you. She knew how tone it down and when to be serious. You didn’t.

You seemed to do it as a defense mechanism and Cassie couldn’t blame you there. I mean, she almost did the same thing.

“Sometimes I just want to disappear.” You said.

Cassie turned her attention back on your scars and rubbed all over them. You didn’t open your eyes still. You placed your hand over her hand that was on top of your scars. “Relax, cupcake. I’m disappearing yet.”

Yet. Cassie didn’t like those words. You could feel her having a frown on her face. You finally opened your eyes. It was only then you took in Cassie’s beauty.

She was absolutely gorgeous to you and you didn’t understand how you didn’t see it sooner. From her hair, to her cute cheekbones, to those pretty eyes.

You placed your right hand on her cheek and gently caressed her face. “You’re so pretty.”

Cassie wasn’t expecting you to say that. She didn’t even know what to say. Her heart started to beat faster and her forehead started to sweat.

You heard her heart beating faster and you chuckled a little. You leaned in close, your lips gently grazing Cassie’s. “You know I can hear your heart beating fast right?”

‘Ah shit.’ “Really?” Cassie let out a nervous laugh.

Instead of leaning in more to close the distance, you pulled away. You then stood up from the ground and held a hand out for Cassie to take. “Spar with me.”

Cassie felt her heart rate calm down a little. She took your hand and you helped her up. “Spar with you? I don’t know (Y/N). I don’t want to hurt you.” She joked at you.

You looked at her a little amused. “You? Hurt me?”

“Um, do I have to remind you that I’m the badass that defeated Shinnok? This is going to be easy.”

“Oh is it? Let’s make this interesting.” You grabbed your hand wraps out of your pocket and started to place them around the palm of your hands. “If I win, I want something from you.”

Cassie looked at you a little worried. “What would that something be?”

“That’s the surprise, sweetheart. What do you want if you win?”

Cassie was thinking a little. She didn’t exactly know what she wanted from you. (Well she did she just didn’t want to say it out loud.) Then she thought about it. “I want you to teach me See No Evil.”

See No Evil was a powerful move that you had come up with in kombat. Only very skilled fighters could mimic your fighting move. You raised a brow when she had said that. “I didn’t even know you knew about it.” You said as in the original timeline, you did not get the chance to preform the move as you were taken from it and placed in this one.

Though in Cassie’s timeline, you preformed it when you were battling Sindel. “You forgot about the crazy time jump. Remember?”

“Right. That.” You finished wrapping your hands. “Alright. Fine. Let’s do this.”

You watched as Cassie got into her fighting stance and you chuckled to yourself a little as it reminded you of Johnny and Sonya combined to be honest. You got in your fighting stance as well.

Cassie wasted no time. She immediately tried to kick you in the stomach but you block it. She then tried to hit you in the chest and you blocked it again. Cassie then tried to do a spin kick on you but you dodged it.

She huffed. This was going to be tougher than she thought. (She should’ve expected that from her idol.) She tried to charge at you and kick you again but you grabbed her leg.

Instead of throwing her off of you, you pulled Cassie closer to you. Real close so her leg was actually wrapped around your waist. You looked down at her, your right hand on her chin. “Is this the sum of the great Shinnok’s defeater might? I thought you’d be more of a challenge.”

That infuriated Cassie and you knew it would. Cassie kicked at your legs and then kicked you in the stomach.

You almost lost your balance but you stood on the ground. “Not gonna lie - the way you just did that was kinda hot.”

Cassie got a little flustered. Were you doing this on purpose? Flirting with her so you could throw her off?

She went to kick at you but you dodged it. She tried to punch you in the chest but you grabbed her hand. You made Cassie punch herself in her face.

Cassie fell to the ground and hissed a little at the pain. “Ugh. What the fuck.” You laughed slightly. Cassie stood up from the ground. “How are you so good at this? You’ve blocked every hit.”

You snickered. You were gonna win the match. You knew that but you’d help her out so she could get some confidence. “Remember, I have fast reflexes.” You walked over to her and got behind her. “You’re a special one. You use your legs more in kombat than your hands so I learn to typically block you there. Also, you’re just like your father. You get frustrated really easily.”

At this point you were directly behind her. You breath was directly on her neck which gave her goosebumps. Your hands wrapped around her waist. “You get a little nervous when you get close to me. Your heart starts beating faster. That’s how I know I have all the control in the fight.”

The way your hands were pressed on Cassie’s body made her go crazy. She just wanted to keep your hands on her forever.

But she couldn’t. She wanted to win to prove to you that she was ‘badass.’

Cassie elbowed you in the gut and then flipped you over on your back. She then got on top of you with her arm on your neck. “How’s that for control?”

You coughed a little at her arm being on your neck. Your hands went to her hips. “I didn’t know you were a top, Cassie.”

Cassie tried to push away the feeling she had at the pit of her stomach knowing you were only saying this to throw her off. “I’m not surprised that you’re a bottom.”

You laughed slightly. You switched the positions so you were on top of Cassie. “I kinda like this. Maybe we should stop fighting.”

Cassie wanted to so bad to give in but she knew (or more so thought) you didn’t mean any of what you said and were just saying that to throw her off her game.

She kicked you in the stomach, making you fall on your back. Cassie quickly stood up from the ground and you followed.

Instead of kicking so much, Cassie made it a point to change it up. She tried to punch you three times. The forth one she had landed a hit on you.

You felt your chest a little. You were a little impressed. It was very hard for an opponent to land a hit on you because of your fast reflexes. You got back in your fighting stance.

Cassie tried to kick you but you blocked it. She punched you in the gut and then kicked you at your feet.

Cassie tried to stomp on you but you moved quickly and swept her own feet, making Cassie fall.

You got up from the ground. Cassie groaned in pain before getting back up. “Did I tell you how hot you look in that uniform? Cause you do.”

Cassie now could ignore your remarks and went to hit you. You blocked the hit. She kicked you at your leg and you almost fell down.

She tried to punch you in the face but you grabbed her fist. Then you pressed her against the wall.

Your arm went on her neck and you started to lightly press down. “I would give up if I were you. The last time I did this to someone they didn’t enjoy it. You probably would though.”

Cassie felt the air get knocked out of her lungs as you sort of choked her. She tried to figure out a way to escape but she couldn’t. Cassie tapped on your arm as her way of tapping out.

You release your grip on her neck but you didn’t back away from her. You still had her pressed to the wall. “Who’s the greatest of all time?”

Cassie let out a laugh before slapping your shoulder. “I am not telling you that you’re the greatest of all time.”

“Don’t be a poor sport about it.” You looked at Cassie and noticed that she had a disappointed look on her face. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re still good. Liu Kang and Kung Lao can’t even land a hit on me when we train together.”

Cassie felt a little better that you thought she was good despite her losing. She noticed how close you two were and also noticed that you didn’t back away. “So…what did you want? You know your prize if you won.”

You brought Cassie’s chin up so she was looking directly in your eyes. “I want a lot but I won’t be greedy.” You did something that Cassie wasn’t expecting.

You kissed her.

Cassie had to snap herself out of shock and kiss you back. Her hands wrapped around your neck and she pulled you in closer to kiss you.

Your hands went on Cassie’s hips. For her being a Commander you were a bit surprised at how soft her lips were. They felt like Heaven to you.

The two of you continued to kiss each other but it soon turned sloppy. You took your chance to stick your tongue in her mouth and Cassie moaned.

“Oh my gods. My eyes. They’re burning! They’re burning!”

You heard a familiar voice. The two of you pulled away and you looked to see Kung Lao covering his eyes as Liu Kang shook his head at his dramatics.

You rolled your eyes some and backed away from Cassie a little while Cassie looked beyond embarrassed. “You’re so over dramatic.”

“It’s like I just watched my sister kiss her girlfriend.” Kung Lao said still with his hands over his eyes.

You prevented yourself from rolling your eyes again and sighed. “What do you want Dumb and Dumber?”

“Raiden would like to speak to all three of us.” Liu Kang said before removing Kung Lao’s hands from his eyes.

“Of course the prehistoric bird wants to.” You looked over to Cassie. “I’ll see you later, Cassie. Maybe we can spar again later.” You said before kissing her cheek and beginning to walk over to your two friends.

Kung Lao groaned in pain. “Ugh. Don’t flirt with her in front of me. It’s bad enough I see Liu Kang and Kitana.”

You wrapped both your arms around their shoulders and began to walk with them. “What is that suppose to mean?” Liu Kang questioned him.

“It means he wants to claw his eyes out when he sees you two painfully flirt with each other.” You said.

“We do not painfully flirt with each other.”

“Tell that to my eyes.” Kung Lao said.

“I cannot stand the two of you.” Liu Kang commented.

Cassie watched as you walked away from her. She smiled and felt the cheek that you kissed. “She called me Cassie.”

[thoughtsat3amconstantly]

You Are My Special

Tw: gore and spanking

Sukuna wasn’t a platonic yandere for Yuji at first.

In fact, Sukuna disliked him for basically being trapped by him.

But over some little time, he felt…something for Yuji. Like to keep him as a possession if you will.

He wants to make Yuji miserable, yet he also wants to be the soul reason why Yuji can be safe.

‘Hmmm, I don’t understand why I feel the need to keep the brat in possession. I’ll let it play out and see what happens.’

Then he died.

Well, Sukuna did cause it. Yuji was not happy about that

Even though he did kill Yuji, he did have reasons as to why he did it in the first place. And it all benefited Sukuna.

And this is the beginning of where the dormant platonic yandere side of him came out.

Yuji opened his eyes, and found himself with Sukuna looking down at him.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t give you permission.”

“Who said I needed permission?! And what’s with this place anyways? Hell? And why did you hurt Fushiguro like that?!”

“Is that anyway to talk to me like that after healing your hand?”

“Not after you ripped out my heart!”

*sighs* ‘He needs to be taught manners.’

“You aren’t dead yet, we’re in my domain. I’m currently keeping you from fully dying. I’ll make a deal with you so that way you can live and be with your…friends.”

“No way! I’ll never make a deal with you! I much rather be stuck here with you than to make a deal with you!”

Yuji picks up a skull.

“In fact! I think I’ll just annoy you while I’m with you!”

He threw the skull at Sukuna. That was a big mistake.

‘Did he just..threw that at me!? That’s it! I’m going to give him the discipline he so rightfully needs!’

Sukuna pops immediately on top of the ginormous rib cage, and Yuji following in pursuit. Yuji tries to land punches and a kick, but Sukuna easily swats them all away.

‘Man he’s boring, he needs help.’

“You’re boring brat, enough.” And then he proceeded to kick him off the rib cage, and land on him. Not to mention sit on him as well.

“Now brat, are you ready to make that deal? Because you should know that you can’t defeat me.”

Yuji huffs and pouts. “Fine. I’ll hear you out.”

“Good. My condition is that you will surrender your body to me for one minute when I chant Extension if needed for combat. During that I won’t injure or kill any jujitsu sorcerers, the students that go to your school, little children, friends, or your family.”

“And why should I believe you? How do I know if you’ll keep to your word?”

“It’s not about believing me or not. I’ll be the one punished if I break the promises in the binding vow.”

“Alright, then I’ll-”

“Second condition-”

“Wait what?”

“Is that I’ll train to make you strong, and that you will be raised by me to be my heir. I’ve grown fond of you and I want what’s only best for you. I’ll train you here in my domain whenever you’re done with school or alongside missions.”

“What?” Yuji muttered softly in disbelief.

“I will also parent you too. I will punish you how I see fit. So do not test me Yuji, you will not like what I can come up with.”

“Uh…this is very odd. Why do you want me as an heir?!”

“Like I said, I’ve grown fond of you. You’re special. And I want to see something happen. Something else has interest me. Now before I go into my last condition, I need to do something first.”

“What’s that?” Yuji asked nervously.

“This.”

Before Yuji could react, Sukuna placed Yuji on his lap, stomach down and back facing him. Then, Sukuna began to proceed to pull down his pants and underwear.

“W-Wait! What are you-”

“I didn’t appreciate you throwing that skull at me.”

Sukuna then proceeded to spank Yuji, and they were painful. After about 50, he asked Yuji if he had anything to say.

“So, do have something to say?”

Yuji, with tears in his eyes, “I’m *sniff* sorry Sukuna, I shouldn’t have thrown that skull at you. *sniff* I won’t do it again. I understand why you gave me this punishment. Please stop now.”

“I’ll decide when there is enough punishment. Another 50 swats should suffice.”

“Noooo please, no more!”

“The more you defy, the more swats I add. Another 10 will be added for that.”

After 60 swats were done, Sukuna continued with explaining his conditions.

“Now, my last condition is that you forget this deal was ever made and that you’ll only remember that I will train and raise you. If anyone asks about this you’ll simply forget each time. You’ll never be able to tell anyone this. You can’t even write about it either, your mind will go blank when you try to write about it to tell people.”

“Fine, I’ll accept. But only if you beat me in a fight!”

Sukuna exasperatedly sighs, pinched the bridge of his nose, slowly blinks his eyes, and says, “My child, you cannot win this fight.”

Yuji saw the opportunity to punch him in the face. Sukuna was surprised by this, and he recovered himself, then Yuji yells, “Oh yeah?! Wanna bet-”

With a deadpan face, Sukuna sliced his head in half with ease.

*We now cut to Yuji being alive in the basement with Gojo*

“So, can you tell me if Sukuna made a deal with you? Like, did you make a pact with him?” Gojo asks.

He tries to think, but his mind goes blank. “Nope, I can’t remember anything.”

“Alright then! I'll make sure staying here will be worthwhile! Don’t worry! I’m the best!”

“That’s great sensei!”

‘Wait… I do remember something! But I can’t… can’t… tel-remember.’

“Is something wrong Yuji?”

“Nope! I’m fine!” ‘What was I trying to remember about?’

“You looked lost in thought, are you sure?”

“Well I was wondering how training will go.”

“Don’t worry I’ve got that covered!”

*Later on that night in bed*

‘No! I do remember! I can’t tell! Oh shit, this is bad! Sukuna has me in his grasp and can’t escape!’

“heh heh, that’s right brat, you can’t tell and I’m glad you can’t. Now get some rest, you need it.”

*We’ll now skip to the aftermath of Junpei*

“Brat, I only kept you safe. Junpei was already a lost cause. You couldn’t save him, you’re too weak and new to Jujitsu Sorcery. He wasn’t going to get far either.”

“Don’t say that! You don’t know that! You don’t know potential when you see it!” Yuji angrily replied.

“Watch your tone with me brat.”

“Screw you! What do you even know about Junpei?! And you’re not my dad! You’re just an annoying selfish asshole that’s stuck with me who thinks he can just boss me around. Nanami sensei is way better than you!”

“Yuji!” Sukuna growled angrily in his head.

“Hey! You ready to go!” Gojo asks.

“Yuji!” Sukuna angrily says again.

“Yeah! I’m ready!” He smiles.

Oh boy, Yuji will regret that.

*Later on that night when everyone’s asleep*

“Hey brat, wake up.”

Yuji opened his eyes. As soon as he did, his heart stopped and was wide awake. He can see Sukuna using his body and they are out in the city.

“What-”

“Kid, who should I kill? That woman or that man? It seems like they are a couple. What should I do?”

“Sukuna don’t! Don’t hurt them!”

“That’s too bad, because I will kill one of them.”

“No please!”

“Child, choose now.”

“No! I can’t!”

“Do it or I will choose for you!”

Yuji could only cry, he couldn’t speak! He couldn’t choose!

Sukuna sighs, “Fine, I’ll choose then. I think I’ll go with the woman. I find myself more attracted to women. I love their screams when I rip into their flesh!”

“N-no! Please don’t do this! Please!”

“Too bad.”

Sukuna made sure to not reveal himself to the couple. He made up a plan to lure the man away from the woman so that way he could snatch her away. Sukuna threw a small pebble at the man hoping to grab his attention to let go of woman’s hand.

“The hell was that?!” The man turned and exclaimed.

“What was what? What happened?” The woman asked.

Another rock was thrown at his face. This caused the man to clutch his face, closed his eyes and let go her hand.

“Are you alright-”

“Yeah, it hurts a little, it didn’t hurt my… eyes? Honey? Where did you go?”

Sukuna teleported both him and the woman on top of a building overlooking where the man is searching for the woman.

“Nice! Now we can have fun!”

Muffled screams can only be heard from the woman, as Sukuna had his had covering her mouth.

“Now, where should we go? I don’t want anyone to hear us having fun! Oh I’m just thinking of all the things I could do to you!”

More muffled screams were heard. The woman even tried to break free, but couldn’t.

“Ahh, I think I found a spot! Yes! This place should do it! It looks like no one’s around. And it’s abandoned too!”

The place is an old abandoned warehouse that no one had come to for ages, and the buildings around it were empty and closed. The street that it was on was known to not have many people and that dangerous people were known to frequent there as well. The warehouse had an old stench to it, and rust was practically caked almost everywhere.

“This is perfect! Now to begin the festivities! Pay close attention Yuji.”

“Sukuna! Don’t do this!”

Sukun ignored him and began his torture on the poor woman. He started off by crushing her legs so that she wouldn’t be able to escape, and she started to scream in agony.

“LET GO! STOP!” She tried to hit him, but he stopped that immediately by grabbing her hand mid swing. While still holding her wrist, he smiled at her, and crushed it with ease, sending another wave of screams.

As she was screaming, maniacal laughter filled the warehouse as well.

“Your pathetic attempts to hit me amuse me so much! Come on now! Let’s have some more fun!” More laughter followed.

And with that, he broke her other arm. The woman was truly helpless. She was going to die.

Sukuna began to tear off her clothes and bra and began to tear a line through her. He made sure that it was deep enough to not tear up her insides, just enough to pull the skin apart.

“Oooh, look at all of this! These organs look amazing! You should look for yourself!” The only response he got was crying from her. “These intestines are just so fun to grab and rearrange! Don’t die yet! We have lots more fun to have! Hey are you seeing this Yuji? Just look at this! I’m so happy to share this moment with you! Relish this moment Yuji. You made this happen.”

Yuji began to cry.

Sukuna playfully poked the woman’s heart, as if it were a toy. He pulled a rib out, then another, then another, then another, then another. He also pulled her liver out. He grabbed one of the pulled ribs and began to ask, “hey brat, what happens if I poke a hole in lungs? How long do you think it’ll take for her to die?”

No response.

“Let’s find out!” He poked one hole each on her lungs. Ragged breathing could be heard, and it didn’t take to long for her to die.

“Well my thrill has been satisfied. I’ll take care of disposing the body and clean up the evidence. I’ll just burn the body beyond recognition, and dump her in the sewers as you call them. That should do it!”

After Sukuna disposed of the body and evidence, he headed back to Yuji’s hidden place of residence.

“So, Yuji, did you understand why I did that?”

“W-why-y did-d you d-do it?”

“It’s because you talked back to me earlier. That was punishment for talking to me in that manner. And you ignored me afterwards. I will not tolerate that. Do you understand Yuji?”

“Y-yes, I understand.”

“Good. I’ll hold off on training for a few days so that way you can recover. Don’t make that mistake again Yuji. Now, get some rest.”

And with that, he fell asleep.

*That morning*

“In this report, we have news that a woman disappeared last night at around 11:55pm. Her name was Honma Setsuko. She is 29 years old, 5’2”, Here is a photo of her provided by her fiancée. He also has this to say, ‘Please! Someone let me and the police know where she is! She’s the love of my life! We’ve known each other since childhood! We planned to get married this year!’ She was last seen wearing-”

“How truly heartbreaking.” Nanami spoke.

“Hm.” Was Gojo’s only response.

Behind them was Yuji, transfixed on the screen. The memories came rushing in and-

“Yuji? Are you okay?” Gojo asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine! Poor guy though.”

“Yeah…poor guy.” Gojo said.

“Sensei? What are we doing today? Are we training more today!?”

“Well today we are going to prepare you for meeting with your friends today! Come on let’s go get ready!”

“Yeah!”

Yuji ran off to go get ready for the day.

‘Yuji, are you okay? I don’t know what went on after you died or what Sukuna did, but I know something happened.’

‘Yuji…I want to help you.’ Gojo thought to himself.

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Yuji’s reaction during Honma Setsuko’s murder 😢

A/N: Hey guys! This story ran waaay longer than I thought. There’s definitely gonna be a part 2. Not sure when that’s coming out though. This took me a while to make because of college and I was waiting for a certain episode to finally air, which it did! I maybe also procrastinated on making this too. I hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry if there are any mistakes. Also, to the person that wanted wholesome softness for Yuji, I’m so sorry, that wasn’t what I had in mind. My Asks are open too! I also hope that I tagged in everything correctly, please let me know if I have the correct tags! Merry Christmas!