You're a normal girl in college, a broke little barista and trying your best to keep your scholarships up - Satoru Gojo is not normal, not at all - he's the six eyes, the clan leader, and about to have to marry and take over. The two of you wish for something different when a rare comet shoots across the sky. And that's when you wake up in his body - Satoru Gojo, a powerful sorcerer a world away, and he wakes up in your tiny little dorm bed, with a pair of tits. The two of you stare in the mirror at unfamiliar faces and wonder if any of this is real, and just who the two of you were - could you get back to your bodies, and was a different life really any better?
pairings - Sorcerer! Satoru x fem! reader
warnings Based on the movie your name obviously - it will be very angsty, but also kinda cute - you will keep body swapping throughout, there will be a time difference - fix it fic. Toru is 22, you're 21. size difference to make it more dramatic and funny, canon adjacent (yes, I'm writing him as a sorcerer hehe) Geto never defected, eventual smut, lots of character and plot, emotional - planning on four parts to this. taglist open <3
art by @3-aem of courssee <333
part one
Life was normal before that comet shot across the sky.
You were just a normal college student – struggling in physics, but doing great in everything else. You had a part time job at a coffee shop in your little town, you had a boy you had a crush on and a few friends, but mostly – you studied. You studied till your eyes burned, till they hurt so badly you fell asleep right on your desk, drooling on whatever text book you had.
You didn’t come from money – your family in fact was too broke to put you through college, but they loved you, they helped you get financial aid and scholarships so hopefully you could do better than they did. You loved them very much, too, there were video chats every day since you lived in the dorm outside of your city.
Days were just that – normal, as you worked on your degree, a wicked hangover on your twenty first birthday, where you finally got your first kiss. Yeah – you could say you were that much of an introvert, you hadn’t even done that yet. You wish you remembered it more, it was something quick and hasty as fireworks went off, it was that time of year when you were born.
Something special, something beautiful, but something was…
Off.
It was off even that day. Maybe your period was coming or something, but everything on the day of your twenty-first felt off – especially when you got that damn letter saying if you didn’t raise your physics grade you’d lose that funding.
Tears blurred your vision as you collapsed onto your bed with that letter, knowing if your parents knew how horribly you were doing they would be so disappointed. You couldn’t help but wish for an escape from the crushing weight of all these expectations – many of which you placed on yourself, rushing to take that invite and get positively drunk at a party.
You didn’t tell the guy it was your first kiss, you just did that – let him slide his tongue in your mouth and press you against a wall, then it was all a bit of a blur – you heading back to the dorm, sneaking away. Crying yourself to sleep even though you technically ‘had fun’.
Why did you feel so lonely, though?
Yet when you woke up, everything changed.
Your body changed.
Your fucking room changed.
You were no longer in your little dorm – you’re in some fancy ass, rich ass room with an enormous bed and black silk sheets. You gasp and worry – did you end up with that dude last night? Did you think you got home but got too fucked up!? Your heart hammers in your chest as you peek down – and then you see it.
You see it and fucking scream so loud, seeing you’re wearing boxers rather than panties – and instead of your pussy, there was a dick. Oh, not a small dick, either – and not a soft one, a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
“What the fuck!? What!?” You jump up and fall, unused to the lanky ass legs that are currently under you, ones that cannot be yours – pale and muscular and so goddamn long. You’re way too tall, so tall you’d hit your head in your fucking dorm, looking down at everything in shock, stumbling into a dresser.
Even your voice is deep and – sexy!? You rush over to this fancy dresser, gasping as you see a perfect face in a mirror – a man’s face, with beautiful blue eyes and cheekbones to fucking die for. You smack at that face as if reality will hit – seeing chest muscles where your titties should be, blushing in his pale skin as you see that bulge in the mirror.
You're inside the body of the hottest man you’ve ever seen in some fancy ass home you could never afford!
“It has to be some dream,” you curse and rush out, running down spiral stairs – how big is this man’s house?! It’s a whole fucking confusing mansion, you’re rushing through everything, trying to find some hint of who he could be – of what weird ass fever dream you’re having, when the door knocks. “One minute!”
You’re rushing over now, opening it and seeing a dark haired man look at your body, rolling his eyes. “Put on some clothes, Satoru. We have training.”
“Training?” He raises a brow at you, and you struggle to act normal, searching your brain for anything. “Training…”
“Yeah, Satoru – training. Just because you’re perfect at everything doesn’t mean me and Shoko don’t need more practice. We have to set a good example if we wanna teach some day.”
“Teach. Examples…”
The man blinks his amethyst eyes, looking right at you now, too close, so close you fucking blush again. “What’s wrong with you, Satoru?”
Satoru – who was Satoru?
*****
Satoru was exhausted as he trained his fucking ass off, entirely exhausted – he wanted a break, he wanted a vacation, he didn’t want to fight anymore curses, or see anymore of his old classmates die. He didn’t want to take over the Gojo family name, and he sure the fuck didn’t look forward to the inevitable arranged marriage the elders were about to place on him.
Standing in his shower since he was covered in grime from fucking curses exploding, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he was not born a Gojo at all – what would it be like if instead, he had been someone normal? If he was just a normal guy at college, and not training to teach the newbies at Jujutsu high?
If he were a normal twenty two year old man who wasn’t about to have to become the clan leader, and take on all this goddamn responsibility he didn’t ask for? Sure, Satoru loved to be the strongest – but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the constant effort, the secrets, the lies they told – the way everything fell on him and his friends, all the expectations making him drown.
He was a Gojo – they were the strongest, and that’s all there was to it. Day in, day out, everything was simple. KIll everything bad, save everyone he could, but goddamit if he wasn’t exhausted, if he didn’t just want to go be a normal guy – maybe go study physics, study theories of the universe he wishes even he could know more about.
Go look at the stars with a pretty girl and laugh, a girl he chose.
Yet that doesn’t appear to be anything he will get – no, he was born a Gojo, and that was that. Even falling asleep in his silk sheets that night, he could not stop his mind from racing, frowning as thoughts raced through his mind at a rampant pace.
How could Satoru Gojo ever live a normal life?
Well, he wondered what normal meant that next morning when he felt hungover – something he never, ever was. Satoru did not drink, it dulled his senses too much, but every now and then he had gone out with Suguru and Shoko, Nanami throwing back whiskey like it was nothing, but he could barely hold one without getting sick.
And does he feel sick – and he feels sad, more sad than before, like emotional in a way he can’t remember being. He reached out as he felt tears burning his eyes – that doesn’t happen, either. Satoru trained himself not to cry from a young age, but now he’s doing just that, his fingers touching unfamiliar cheeks that were wet with tears he hadn't shed in years.
Unfamiliar.
He looks at this shitty little bed then and screams, plopping out of it – his arms fucking flailing. He can’t even take looking at these thighs – not his lanky ass legs, no, they’re cute thighs, ones he himself would grab and spread if it belonged to a pretty girl underneath him. Cute lil socks on his ankles covered in kittens.
Kittens!?
Satoru stumbles again, bashing his head and feeling hair fall against his shoulders, shocked with that alone, but especially not being white. He stands and rushes to the little dresser – too small for him, everything is too small for him, but he is not six foot four, not one goddamn bit he realizes, looking at his reflection, at the pretty tits half falling out of a tank top spun.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he can’t help but keep squishing these pretty tits, as if they could rid him of the fucking stress, looking at the unfamiliar face. Softer features than his, completely different in every way – though she…
He!?
This body was beautiful, this face was lovely, the type of girl he’d flirt with or throw on his charm, but be just a little nervous, a little shy. Her lips are swollen as if she’d been kissed all night, he knows that look from women he’s been with, that hung over, fucked out look – though…
He doesn’t feel fucked – well how would he know!?!? He pulls aside those shorts, blushing and then covering back up, the panties were just a little wet, soaking the matching kittens. And that’s when it hits him, that clenching feeling in his tummy – he’s got a pussy.
And TITS.
Satoru Gojo is a…
Knock knock knock.
Maybe it’s Suguru and this is a joke, maybe this is a curse fucking with him – it’s one of those terrible fucking villains who make his life hell, and he’s cast under something. Or it’s a test – Yaga is fucking with him, making sure he can tell what’s real or not. Some Gojo initiation.
Anything but what this is – when a girl knocks at the door and smiles at Satoru, leaning against the door and crossing her arms.
“How was the first kiss, birthday girl?” She teases, Satoru blinks.
“Um… kiss…”
She says your name then.
Your name, is that your name?
Just who are you?
“Are you skipping physics? Aren’t you failing bad?” She asks now, clearly concerned as Satoru sputters.
HIM failing physics? There was no fucking way – well, that and Satoru IS NOT A WOMAN. “Failing? Nah, I don’t fail any subject.”
“Girl last night you were a mess about it, what’s wrong?” She asks again, he shakes his head, well – your head – and your phone is ringing. “Gonna get that?”
“Yeah.”
What’s your pattern!? What’s your phone pattern!? He tries so many times he gets completely locked out, cursing. “Maybe you’re still drunk?”
“Um yeah, I’m gonna take a shower and… get it together!” Satoru says, trying to get used to the girlie voice rather than his own, laughing as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck – much softer than his own. When she finally leaves he leans against the door, picking up that phone again – a glittery pink one.
What the fuck?
*****
You were wearing this unfamiliar dark clothing – you’ll give Satoru this, the man has taste – it was as fancy as clothing could get. You’re absolutely sure that it costs more money than anything in your dorm put together, even these shades you have to wear must be expensive.
One moment you’re another girl, the next – you’re seeing curses.
"Focus, Gojo,” Suguru is his name – apparently, the man with the long dark hair, smiling tiredly as he smokes a cigarette. “You’re off today.”
“Right, focus…” You trail off and sigh, holding up your hand and gasping when blinding light erupts from your palms, obliterating the practice dummies right in front of you. You stare at your shaking hands – huge ones, by the way, all of this goddamn man was huge. “I did that!?”
“Rub it in,” Shoko teases, laughing as she leans against Suguru, smoking a cigarette and laughing at you a bit. “We know you’re the best, Gojo. Stop acting as if you’re like us.”
“I’m not…” You trail off then, focusing on this insane fucking energy again, feeling it course through your veins.
You don’t even get tired, like something is regenerating you constantly.
What the fuck was this? What was this power, these creatures, any of it they were talking about? You can only hope when you go to bed tonight, everything is fucking normal – that you’re failing physics, and that you’re not a six foot four rich man who seemingly never gets a break.
And you thought you worked hard.
Every moment of Satoru Gojo’s day was taken up – from training, to this driver named Ijichi who takes him all over, to the next meeting where you have to fucking hope you can keep up this act, a room full of doors, interrogating Satoru about his upcoming wedding.
This man is getting married?
There are photos of prospective brides, and all you can do is shuffle through them, curious when the fuck you were going to wake up and not have a dick.
****
“You cheated on this test!” The professor of physics comes and yells at Satoru after he aces the test, he raises a brow at her. “No way you didn’t.”
“Why would I cheat?”
“You are the worst student in my class,” she slams the paper on Satoru’s desk, a blank test with different questions. “Do this, and I’ll watch you the whole time.”
His classmates – well they’re your classmates – look at him, all worried, but he aces the goddamn test again, until she’s sputtering. Satoru can see why you suck at physics, considering how mean she is – but luckily he just knows everything, and she can’t argue a second time.
“Well, I guess you pass.” She mumbles, handing him his paper with a hundred percent. “Barely!”
Satoru is tired when his phone goes off – work at six.
WORK.
He has to go work!?
He re-set your pattern to a fingerprint, so he got your phone open – and found just where you work, a little coffee shop. Satoru was a goddamn barista. He was getting bitched out by customers when he’s used to fighting curses – and that’s the craziest thing of all, besides having tits and a pussy.
He couldn’t see well – in fact, your vision was shitty. You had to wear glasses and these weird contact things, and he certainly couldn’t see curses – they could be all around, and he wouldn’t sense them.
He had to get back to his damn body.
*****
You’re so tired when you come back to the Gojo mansion you plop in the living room chair, yawning and kicking off his dress shoes, eyes shutting with your head leaned back. Your body is sore, and you still can’t sleep – this aching, gnawing feeling of being inside this huge body taking over, wondering just what sort of hallucination you were having.
You fall asleep on that couch, as Satoru crashes face first in your tiny little dorm room, and the two of you wonder…
Will you wake up from this weird fucking dream, of bodies you two can't recognize? Was any of this real?
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as these are short they'll actually be coming out fast hehe - this was eating me UP I can't wait for some juicy angst
a fully hard, massive fucking cock was on your body.
Tits on his body!? He grabs them and squishes them in his hands, confused as fuck now, but he can’t help but keep squishing these pretty tits,
Hmm, yes, very important details, absolutely crucial to the story 😂
Love the start to the story and seeing how both characters have struggles under completely different circumstances. Excited and dreading the promised angst coming up!
Hii!!! I'd like to request a Luffy x Reader x Zoro with a mage reader that can heal people. And like she's the nurse in the crew or like a temporary solution to bleeding out until they get them to chopper.
a/n: I'm sorry but you didn't add details about the plot so this is all I could think of and I didn't specify the relationship between zoro and luffy so you can imply it or not, as you prefer.
word count: 1.9k
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The Sunny rocks slowly with the waves. Warm wind hits your skin while you sit on the deck with crossed legs, hands glowing with soft blue magic.
Usopp cries dramatically in front of you “It still hurts!”
“It’s just a scratch.” you say.
“It’s a painful scratch with blood.”
“You said you were literally dying five minutes ago.”
“I was literally dying five minutes ago!”
You press glowing fingers against his arm again and the cut closes little by little.
Usopp gasps “Amazing. Beautiful. Incredible. You’re an angel. I love you.”
“I know.” you answer flatly.
Behind you, Sanji nearly falls over with heart eyes “An angel! A perfect angel-swan!”
Nami sighs “Can everyone calm down already? Let her rest a bit.”
You smile a little and finish the healing spell. The blue light disappears “There. Done.”
Usopp looks at his arm in shock “Woah…”
Chopper runs closer with sparkling eyes “Your magic is really amazing! You stop the bleeding so fast!”
You pat his fluffy head “And then you fix the rest. We’re a good team, right?”
Chopper hides his blushing face behind his hooves happily “Y-you don’t need to say it like that! Stupid…”
“You two are scary together,” Franky says “the enemy would think we died and then suddenly nobody died.”
Robin smiles softly from her chair “It’s useful to have two doctors.”
“But I’m not a doctor” you correct.
“Yeah,” Zoro says from nearby “you’re worse.”
You turn your head slowly toward him.
He’s sitting against the mast with crossed arms and closed eyes like always.
“You say that after I heal you every day because of your stupid hard training?”
“You complain every time.”
“Because you come back cut open like meat from the market.”
Zoro shrugs “Still alive.”
You stand up immediately “One day I’ll let Chopper sew you instead.”
“You already threaten me with that every week.”
Luffy suddenly appears beside you so fast you almost jump “Food’s ready!”
He grabs your waist with one arm while grinning widely.
“Sanji made meat!”
“Of course that’s what got your attention.” Nami mutters.
Luffy presses his cheek against yours “Come on.”
You laugh softly “I need to clean my things first.”
“Nope.”
“Luffy…”
“Nope.”
He lifts you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.
“Luffy!”
The crew barely reacts anymore.
“Put me down!”
“But I’m hungry!”
“That doesn’t even make sense!”
“It makes sense to me!”
You hear Zoro snort quietly behind you.
Traitor.
Dinner becomes loud very fast.
Luffy steals meat from everyone’s plate.
Brook cries over spilled tea.
Usopp and Chopper start arguing about who got hurt worse earlier.
You sit between Luffy and Zoro because somehow that always happens naturally.
Luffy leans all over you while eating.
Zoro eats quietly beside you with one hand resting on your knee under the table.
Simple.
It makes warmth spread through your chest every time.
Nami watches the three of you with tired eyes.
“You know,” she says while drinking juice, “for three people dating each other, you’re strangely normal.”
“Normal?” Sanji repeats dramatically “THIS IS NOT NORMAL FOR MY HEART.”
Luffy tilts his head “Feels normal.”
Zoro nods once “Yeah.”
You smile into your drink.
It really does.
At first the relationship confuses everyone. Mostly because Luffy simply announces it one day.
Three months ago:
Luffy points at you and Zoro proudly “We’re dating.”
Silence.
Then: “EH?!”
You nearly choke.
Zoro looks annoyed “Why are you yelling like idiots?”
Nami stares at you “Wait, all of you?”
“Yeah!” Luffy says.
Sanji collapses on the floor crying.
Chopper’s eyes nearly leave his face.
Robin only smiles like she already knows.
Usopp points dramatically “HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?”
You and Zoro look at each other.
Then both of you answer at the same time “Luffy.”
Luffy laughs loudly.
Back in the present: you feel a smile pulling at your lips just remembering it.
Luffy notices immediately “What?”
“Nothing.”
“What?”
“You look cute when confused.”
He beams proudly “I’m cute.”
“Debatable.” Zoro says.
Luffy gasps in fake offense “Mean.”
“You ate my food.”
“Worth it.”
Definitely normal.
Later that night, the deck becomes quieter as most of the crew goes to sleep.
You stay outside under the stars because the sea looks too beautiful tonight. The moonlight shines across the water.
Soft footsteps come behind you.
You don’t need to turn around.
“You should sleep.” you tell Zoro.
“You too.”
You snort softly “Hypocrite.”
He stands beside you silently for a moment. Then his hand settles on your lower back.
“You used too much magic today, and all just for those little cuts Usopp pretends to die for.” he says quietly.
“I’m okay.”
“You got dizzy earlier.”
You blink… “It wasn’t that bad.”
Zoro looks at you with that sharp stare that always feels too direct “You don’t need to act strong all the time.”
Before you can answer, rubber arms suddenly wrap around both of you from behind “There you are!”
Luffy drops his chin onto your shoulder “We were looking for you.”
“‘We?’” Zoro repeats.
“Okay, I was looking for you.”
“Thought so.”
Luffy ignores him completely “You smell like magic again.”
You laugh quietly “Magic has a smell now?”
“Mhm.”
“What does it smell like?”
He thinks seriously “Warm.”
Your heart melts a little.
Zoro notices your expression immediately “Tch.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You look jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
Luffy grins “You’re jealous.”
“I’m literally standing right here.”
“Still jealous.”
Zoro rolls his eyes and you laugh softly and pull both of them closer.
Luffy instantly melts against you dramatically.
Zoro complains but doesn’t move away.
The sea breeze feels cool against your skin, everything feels peaceful.
Then you remember something about this morning “Luffy!”
“Hm?”
“You promised not to tell anyone about this morning!”
Zoro immediately narrows his eyes “About what?”
Luffy gasps.
You realize your mistake too late “Nothing.”
“You literally just said ‘about this morning’...”
Luffy points at you proudly “She kissed me first today. She didn’t respect your rule.”
You cover your face.
Traitor number two.
Zoro raises one eyebrow “That’s the secret?”
“IT WAS PRIVATE AND HE TOLD EVERYONE.”
Luffy grins “Not to Zoro.”
Zoro looks at you for a long second. Then suddenly he grabs your chin gently and kisses you right there on the deck.
Slow and warm.
Your brain stops working for a second.
When he pulls away, he looks very satisfied with himself.
“There.” he says calmly.
Luffy bursts out laughing.
Your face burns “I hate both of you.”
“No, you don’t.” Luffy says immediately.
“...Unfortunately.”
Luffy hugs you tighter, while Zoro’s hand stays on your waist.
The three of you stay like that for a while.
The ship moves softly under your feet.
Neither of them says anything for once.
It feels nice.
Then Luffy suddenly yawns loudly.
“So sleepy.”
“You say that every night and then stay awake causing problems.” Zoro says.
“I don’t cause problems.”
“You started a food fight yesterday.”
“They started it emotionally.”
You laugh so hard you nearly bend forward.
Luffy grins immediately at the sound “There! You laughed!”
“You sound proud.”
“I am proud.”
Zoro shakes his head like both of you are impossible.
You look at them quietly for a moment. At Luffy’s bright eyes and at Zoro’s tired but soft expression.
So different.
Completely opposite sometimes.
But somehow both of them fit perfectly beside you.
Your chest hurts warmly because of it.
Luffy notices first, “What?”
You blink “Hm?”
“You’re doing the face again.”
“What face?”
“The soft one.”
Zoro snorts quietly “That’s not helpful.”
“You know what I mean!”
“I really don’t.”
You smile helplessly, then you turn in Luffy’s arms enough to hold his face between your hands.
His eyes widen a little immediately.
Even after all this time, he still looks surprised every time you kiss him first.
Cute.
“You’re really warm…” you whisper.
“Hm?”
Instead of answering, you lean closer and kiss him.
Luffy kisses like everything else he does… happy and messy in the sweetest way possible. Like he puts all his feelings into it without thinking.
His hands grab your waist quickly while he smiles against your lips. He actually smiles while kissing you.
You pull away laughing quietly.
He chases after one more kiss immediately.
“Luffy!”
“One more.”
“You said that three kisses ago.”
“Yeah, but now I mean it more.”
You give him another quick kiss anyway because saying no to him feels impossible sometimes.
He beams proudly after “See? Best girlfriend ever.”
Zoro makes a disgusted sound “You sound twelve.”
“You sound jealous again.”
“I’m going to sleep.”
He starts walking away immediately but you grab his wrist before he gets far “Oi.”
Zoro glances back at you.
You step closer slowly.
Unlike Luffy, Zoro becomes quiet during moments like this, he’s still and careful, like he never fully knows what to do with softness even now.
You reach up and touch the scar on his eye gently.
His expression changes right away. Softer only for you.
“You work too hard.” you murmur.
“So do you.”
“Yeah, but I’m talking and smiling right now.”
“Tch.”
You smile a little before pulling him down into a kiss.
Zoro kisses completely differently from Luffy. Slow at first but deep, like he takes his time on purpose.
One hand slides to your waist while the other settles against your neck carefully, like you’re something precious.
It always surprises people how gentle he actually is.
But you know every quiet thing about him… the way he checks your room after storms because he knows thunder wakes you sometimes, the way he sits closer when you’re tired so that you can rest your head onomastico his shoulder without saying anything, the way he pretends not to care while remembering every little detail anyway…
When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours for a second.
“You used too much magic today.” he says softly again.
You sigh dramatically “You ruin romantic moments for something you two already said.”
“Someone has to keep you alive.”
Luffy suddenly wedges himself between both of you “What about me? I want romance too.”
“You literally just got kissed.”
“I can get kissed more.”
“You greedy man.”
“Yep.” and he sounds proud of it.
You laugh again and pull both of them close until the three of you nearly lose balance.
For a second, nobody moves.
Then Luffy speaks sleepily against your shoulder.
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“We should stay together forever.”
Simple words said so easily, but your heart squeezes painfully anyway.
Zoro goes quiet beside you.
You look at him carefully and he meets your eyes for one long moment before answering first “Yeah.”
Just one word, but from him, it means everything.
Luffy grins happily “Good. Decided.”
You smile so hard your cheeks hurt “That’s not how decisions work, captain.”
“It is on my ship.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And you love me.”
Unfortunately, he’s right.
You look between both of them again.
Your loud sun and your quiet moon.
Two completely different hearts somehow holding yours together perfectly in the middle.
Maybe tomorrow there will be fights again, and maybe injuries, storms, danger and more nights healing cuts while pretending not to worry.
But right now, surrounded by the two men you love most, everything feels safe.
And when Luffy steals another quick kiss while Zoro complains beside him, you think maybe this strange, messy, beautiful love story is your favorite adventure and magic of them all.
This might be a little strange ask but could I ask for Ace, Zoro, Law, Luffy and Robin's reaction to meeting tsum versions of themselves with their s/o getting along with/gushing over it?
I played an event in a mobile involving this concept, and it was so funny and cute.
What a tsum plush looks like; https://ichiba-japan.com/en-ca/search?q=Mugi+mugi
I linked it to the one piece search results. If you're curious about each specific character's tsum plush, it'll also be on that site
Tiny Pirates
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characters: ace, zoro, law, luffy, nico robin
a/n: sorry for the wait! tbh when I arrived to luffy's I thought that maybe you meant like the peluches came to live??? idk, but I didn't do it T.T I did it like they found peluches of themselves... anyway, I had a lot of fun with it so I hope you'll like it too.
tags: established relationship, fluff, lot of fluff, soft, domestic moments
word count: around 1.0k - 1.7k each
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── .✦ Ace:
Ace walks into your room and stops moving.
You sit on the floor with your back against the bed, surrounded by tiny plush toys… but not normal plush toys…. they’re tiny versions of him, with tiny hats, tiny freckles and tiny angry little eyebrows.
Tiny Ace everywhere.
One is sitting on your shoulder, one is in your lap and one is balanced on your head.
But worst of all, you’re kissing one on its tiny forehead.
Ace stares “…What the…”
You look up brightly “Ace! Look what I found!”
You hold one up with both hands like it’s gold treasure.
The plush stares at him with its little stitched face.
Ace points at it slowly “Why is it looking at me like that?”
“It looks exactly like you!”
“It looks cursed.”
“It looks adorable.”
“It looks smug.”
You gasp dramatically “Don’t insult him.”
“Him?!”
You hug the plush closer “He’s sensitive.”
Ace drops his bag near the door and walks closer carefully, like the tiny plushies might attack him.
“There are way too many…” he says with concern.
“There aren’t enough.”
“There are literally twelve.”
“Fourteen.”
Ace freezes “Fourteen?!”
You proudly point around the room “Kitchen Ace. Sleeping Ace. Angry Ace. Hat crooked Ace. Tiny criminal Ace—”
“Why is that one upside down?”
“He likes it.”
Ace rubs his face “I’m losing against dolls.”
“They’re not dolls.”
“Whatever they are.”
You grin and push one into his hands, Ace looks down at it and tiny Ace looks back.
“…Why’s it so round?”
“Because you’re cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
You snort loudly.
Ace narrows his eyes “Don’t start.”
“You carry bugs in your pockets because you feel bad for stepping on them.”
“That’s different.”
“You cried over a stray cat.”
“It was small.”
You lift another tsum “And now you’re small too.”
Ace groans.
You giggle and place three tsums on his shoulders and head.
He lets you do it for exactly three seconds before the one on his head falls into his face “…This one tried to kill me.”
“He just wants attention.”
“You are talking about them like they’re alive.”
You suddenly gasp “Oh my god.”
Ace looks alarmed “What now?”
You hold two tsums close together “They’re dating.”
Ace stares at you for a full five seconds in full disgust, then he laughs loud and warm.
You smile immediately at the sound.
“There is no way!” he says between laughs.
“There absolutely is.”
“They’re both me.”
“Exactly.”
Ace drops beside you onto the floor “You’re weird.”
“You like me.”
“…Unfortunately.”
You lean against his shoulder happily.
One tsum falls into his lap and Ace picks it up carefully this time “…Why’s this one wearing my hat wrong?”
“Because he’s baby.”
“You keep saying things that everytime make less sense than the time before.”
“You’ll understand when you become a parent.”
Ace nearly chokes “A WHAT?”
You point at the tsums seriously “They’re our children now.”
“Our—”
He looks around at the pile, then at you and then back at the pile “…I need to leave.”
You grab his arm before he can move “No, wait! This one is your favorite.”
“You decided my favorite?”
“Yes.”
You place the tiniest tsum in his hands.
This one has slightly crooked freckles and a little tilted smile.
Ace goes quiet.
“…Okay,” he mutters “maybe this one isn’t terrible.”
You grin triumphantly “I knew it.”
“Don’t get cocky.”
Too late because you already pull out another one and tell him softly “This one reminds me of you when you’re sleepy.”
“It literally has the same face as the others.”
“No, look closer.”
Ace squints “…This one looks stupid.”
You burst out laughing so hard you nearly fall sideways.
Ace watches you with a small smile, his eyes soften without him noticing.
You wipe tears from your eyes “I can’t believe you insulted him right to his face.”
“He started it.”
“The tsum did NOT start it.”
“It was judging me.”
“It’s you.”
“Exactly.”
You laugh again.
Ace leans back against the bed beside you.
The room becomes quieter for a moment, then he says “…You really like these things that much?”
You nod immediately “They’re cute.”
“Hm.”
“And they remind me of you.”
Ace looks away fast “Oh.”
You poke his cheek “You’re blushing.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“It’s hot.”
“There’s snow outside.”
Ace clicks his tongue.
You smile softly and hold one tsum toward him again “Look. Tiny you is blushing too.”
Ace grabs the plush and lightly bonks your forehead with it “Stop using mini me against me.”
“Never.”
He sighs dramatically but he keeps holding the tsum.
You notice immediately and your smile turns softer this time “Ace...”
“What.”
“You like them now.”
“No.”
“You named one with your eyes.”
“I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
Ace looks offended, then guilty and then annoyed because you’re right “…Maybe the crooked freckle one is okay.”
You gasp loudly “HE HAS BEEN CHOSEN.”
“Don’t yell.”
“He has a father now.”
Ace hides his face in one hand “Please stop talking.”
You lean closer with a teasing smile “You love him.”
“I tolerate him.”
“You love him.”
“…Maybe a little.”
You place a dramatic hand over your heart “AAAAH! This is the happiest day of my life.”
Ace snorts, then he notices something near your pillow “…Why is there one inside my hat?”
“Oh, that’s Hat Ace.”
“They all have hats.”
“No, this one specifically steals hats.”
Ace picks it up confused but carefully, a tiny paper hat is stuck beside it.
You proudly explain, “I made him his own hat so he stops stealing yours.”
Ace stares at the paper hat, then at you and then back at the tsum “…You made this?”
“Yeah.”
“…For a plushie?”
“Yeah.”
Ace suddenly laughs quietly again, soft and fond.
You blink “What?”
He shakes his head “Nothing.”
“No, tell me.”
He looks at you for a second too long, then he reaches over and flicks your forehead gently “You’re seriously too cute sometimes.”
Your face immediately warms “You can’t just say that so suddenly!”
“You started this whole thing.”
“That doesn’t mean you can attack me emotionally.”
Ace grins lazily “You were kissing mini me earlier.”
“Because he deserves love.”
“And I don’t?”
You open your mouth but pause. Then slowly lower the tsum.
Ace watches your expression change with amusement.
“Oh?” he says “No answer?”
“You can’t say stuff like that while looking pretty.”
“Pretty?”
“You heard nothing.”
Ace laughs again, then he leans closer until his forehead touches yours lightly.
“What if I’m jealous?” he murmurs.
You blink “Jealous of... yourself?”
“You’re holding them more than me.”
You stare at him, then at the tsums and then back at him “…You know what? Fair point.”
“Exactly.”
You grin suddenly and open your arms “Come here then.”
Ace raises an eyebrow “That easy?”
“Yep.”
He pulls you into his lap anyway.
The tsums get squished between both of you.
You gasp “The children!”
“They’ll survive.”
One tiny tsum falls onto Ace’s shoulder.
You point immediately “Look. He approves.”
Ace deadpans, “I’m throwing all of them into the ocean.”
“You wouldn’t hurt your sons.”
Ace buries his face into your neck to hide his laugh.
You smile warmly and wrap your arms around him tighter.
A few seconds pass quietly, then he says softly “…Can I keep the crooked freckle one?”
You grin so hard your cheeks hurt “I knew you’d become attached.”
“…You know,” he says slowly, “we should find their version of you next.”
You pause “Hm?”
He shrugs, suddenly looking weirdly shy “So they’ll have a lovely and beautiful partner too.”
Your entire body freezes.
Ace instantly realizes what he said “…Ah.”
You stare at him with wide eyes as his ears turn red.
“You’re blushing.” you whisper.
“Shut up.”
“You called me lovely.”
“I said nothing.”
“And beautiful.”
“You’re hearing things.”
You smile softly, the kind of smile that makes Ace suddenly unable to look directly at you.
“…Come here.” you mumble.
“What?”
Before he can react, you grab both sides of his face.
Ace blinks and then you dramatically kiss his forehead “Mwah.”
“…What are you doing?”
You kiss his left cheek “Mwah.”
“Hey!”
Right cheek “Mwah.”
“Aren’t you overdoing it a little?!”
His nose “Mwah.”
Ace starts laughing helplessly while trying to escape “You menace!”
Corner of his jaw “Mwah.”
His other cheek again “Mwah.”
“You’re attacking me!”
“You deserve it.”
“I say one romantic thing and suddenly I’m dying?”
You grab him tighter before he escapes and kiss every little spot across his face while he laughs harder and harder.
His freckles “Mwah.”
His chin “Mwah.”
Ace finally gives up fighting and just lets you hold him, smiling so warmly it makes your chest ache.
“There,” he murmurs softly “finished?”
You pretend to think about it seriously “…Almost.”
Then you lean forward one last time and kiss him properly on his lips, and it’s slow enough to make Ace melt immediately.
When you pull away, he stares at you quietly for a second.
Then he smiles, completely in love.
“…Okay,” he says softly “maybe the tsums can stay if this is the effect.”
── .✦ Zoro:
The first mistake is bringing the tiny plush onto the Sunny.
The second mistake is letting Zoro see how much you love it.
“Look at him!” You hold up the tiny tsum plush with both hands like it is treasure.
The plush has green hair, a little angry face, and even a tiny stitched scar over one eye… a tiny Zoro.
You almost squeal again.
“He’s so cute!” you whisper dramatically.
Across the deck, Zoro slowly looks up from his nap “…What?”
You walk closer and place the plush right in front of his face “This! Look! It’s you!”
Zoro stares at it, then at you and then back at it.
The silence grows.
Luffy pops up from nowhere first “SHISHISHI! Tiny Zoro!”
Sanji nearly drops the tray in his hands “Why does it actually look like him?! Even the stupid face!”
Chopper gasps loudly “It’s adorable!”
Usopp points “It even looks angry!”
Zoro’s eyebrow twitches “It looks nothing like me.”
You blink slowly and look at the plush and then back at him “…Zoro, it literally has your scar.”
“That means nothing.”
“It has your hair too.”
“A lot of people have green hair.”
“It looks grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy.”
Everyone on deck immediately stares at him.
Zoro scowls harder “…Shut up.”
You burst out laughing.
The tiny plush sits in your palms while you gently squeeze its little sides.
“Oh no,” you say softly to the tsum “they’re bullying you already.”
“I’m standing right here.”
“You hear that?” you whisper to the plush “He sounds jealous.”
“I’m NOT jealous of a stuffed toy.”
Luffy grabs the tsum from your hands “Tiny Zoro can’t get lost because he fits in my pocket!”
“Oi, give that back before you lose it too.” Zoro says, takes it off from Luffy’s hands and gives it back to you.
“See?” you grin “You care about him.”
“I care about not hearing you cry over a dumb toy.”
You dramatically hug the plush to your chest “Don’t listen to him, little Zoro. You’re actually loved.”
Zoro groans loudly and lays back down “You’re ridiculous.”
Later that night, you sit in the men’s dorm room doorway while Zoro cleans his swords.
The tsum plush sits in your lap.
You poke its tiny face “Why are you so cute?”
Zoro sighs without looking up “You’ve been talking to that thing for hours.”
“You sound annoyed.”
“I am annoyed.”
You grin “So you really are jealous.”
“I said I’m not.”
“You’re losing against your own tsum.”
“I’m not competing with a toy.”
You hold the plush toward him “Look. Tiny you wants your attention.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“Yes, he does.”
“No.”
You make the plush bounce slightly.
“Zoro,” you say in a tiny voice, pretending to be it, “please hold me.”
Zoro nearly chokes “Stop doing that.”
You laugh harder “Oh? Did I embarrass you?”
“No.”
“You’re all red.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I said I’m not!”
His ears are absolutely red.
You smile softly because it’s very cute. Especially because Zoro can fight monsters without fear, but one tiny plush somehow destroys him.
You carefully place the tsum on top of his head.
“There,” you say proudly “now there are two Zoros.”
“…Take it off.”
“No.”
“It’s going to fall.”
“It likes your hair.”
“That sentence makes no sense.”
You lean closer.
The plush really does look funny on him. Tiny angry Zoro sitting on top of big angry Zoro.
You start giggling again.
Zoro looks at you quietly for a second, then he suddenly grabs your wrist.
You blink “Hm?”
“You’re staring.”
“Because you look cute.”
The words leave your mouth too fast.
Zoro freezes and you freeze too. The room becomes painfully quiet.
“…I meant the plush…” you add weakly.
Zoro smirks slowly “Sure.”
Your face grows warm “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah,” he says “I do.”
Your heart beats faster.
He removes the plush from his head and looks at it carefully “…It really does look stupid.”
“You’re holding him carefully though.”
“I don’t want you whining if it gets damaged.”
“Awww.”
“Don’t start.”
You lean your chin onto his shoulder “But you’re being sweet.”
“I’m literally not.”
“You are.”
“You’re imagining things.”
“You held tiny you like a baby.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
Zoro clicks his tongue and tries to ignore your teasing, but it doesn’t work.
“You know,” you mumble, “I just think tiny Zoro likes me more.”
Zoro finally looks directly at you “Oh?”
“Yeah. He lets me hug him whenever I want.”
“Does he now?”
“Mhm.”
“And what about the real one?”
You pause.
Zoro watches you carefully.
You suddenly become very interested in the plush again “Well… the real one is scary sometimes.”
“Hah.”
“But,” you continue quietly, “I like him more.”
The air changes immediately.
Zoro goes still as your cheeks feel hot.
You try to laugh it off “Don’t make that face. I’m just sayi—”
His hand moves behind your neck before you finish talking.
Your breath catches.
“Say it again.” he says softly.
You stare at him… even the plush in your lap cannot save you now.
“I…” you swallow “I like the real Zoro more.”
His thumb brushes lightly against your neck “Good.”
Your brain completely stops working for a second.
“That’s unfair…” you whisper.
“What is?”
“You can’t suddenly act smooth.”
A quiet laugh leaves him “You started this.”
“With the plush?”
“With calling me cute every five minutes.”
“You’re cute.”
“I’m going to throw that thing into the sea.”
You gasp dramatically and clutch the tsum “You monster.”
“You love annoying me.”
“Maybe a little.”
“Hm.”
He leans closer, enough that you stop breathing again.
“But you keep looking at me like that.” he murmurs.
Your voice comes out tiny “Maybe because I like you.”
Zoro’s eyes soften immediately and that somehow feels more dangerous than his swords.
“You’re trouble.” he says quietly.
“So are you.”
“Yeah.”
Then he kisses you, slow and warm.
Your fingers grab his shirt automatically while the plush gets squished between you both.
Zoro pulls back first and looks down “…The toy is staring at me.”
You burst into laughter against his shoulder “Oh my god.”
“It’s weird.”
“You’re jealous again!”
“I’m not jealous!”
“You literally interrupted the kiss to complain about tiny you!”
“Because his face is annoying me!”
You hold up the tsum beside your face.
Zoro sighs deeply, but then he steals another quick kiss anyway.
“Happy now?” he mutters.
You smile brightly “Very.”
── .✦ Law:
You walk around the town with the idiot trio, aka Bepo, Penguin and Shachi.
It seems like there’s a celebration going on, so the town is full of stalls and games.
Then you hear Penguin gasps dramatically.
The three of you turn fast to look at him and he points at something behind you with his mouth still open in shock.
You turn slowly… kinda scared to see what’s going on.
Then you see it... a game stall.
But that’s not important at all.
Why?
Because between the plushies they give to whoever wins… you see it.
The tsum version of your captain and boyfriend.
The plush has his hat and a little smirky face. And there’s even another version with his grumpy face. It has his dark sideburns, and his short goatee too.
“I need them both.” you say with hunger in your eyes “They have to be mine.”
Penguin and Shachi exchange a worried look.
They know what it means when you do that face… especially when there's a game involved… especially when there's Law involved…….. especially when there's a cute plushie version of Law involved.
Bepo just follows you, already apologizing to the stall owner.
“Hey, what for these two?” You ask the vendor, pointing at the two tsums.
The man looks at you confused and disgusted at the same time, but you don’t even know why… maybe you don't even notice.
“You need ten rings on the bottles for one prize.”
“Easy.”
Penguin grabs your shoulder fast “NO. Don’t say that. Last time you said ‘easy,’ we almost got banned from an island.”
“That cannon game was rigged.”
“You blew up the cannon.”
“It was still rigged.”
The stall owner looks nervous now.
Bepo bows politely “Sorry in advance.”
Five minutes later, there are rings everywhere.
On the ground.
On the bottles… the wrong ones.
Around Penguin’s neck somehow.
And you are glaring at the game like it insulted your entire bloodline.
“How is this legal?” you complain.
“The bottles are crooked!” Shachi says dramatically.
“The rings are too light!” Penguin adds.
“The wind changed direction.” Bepo says quietly.
“There’s no wind, Bepo.”
“Oh. Sorry…”
You narrow your eyes at the plushies again.
The tiny tsum Law stares back at you with his stupid tiny smug face.
“I’m not leaving without them.”
The stall owner sweats “Please leave without them.”
“Never.” you compose yourself as if something just clicked in your mind and look at the man with a confused face “Why do you even have plushies of pirates?”
“They… They go well with kids nowadays… they like bad ugly pirates transformed into cute plushies.”
The three heart pirates gasp at that and they all try to block you.
You look at them in shock “Did he… did he just call my man ugly?”
Penguin and Shachi shake their heads fast but then you turn to Bepo who just nods.
You free yourself from their grip and you grab another ring “AAAAAH!”
Everyone freezes.
You put all your force into that throw but, of course, it goes to waste… just like the other 146 times.
The stall owner turns to you again “Listen, you can just pay me the plushies, without the game.”
You look at him like he just killed your family.
But before you can even say something you hear a familiar voice from your side, saying “How much for both?”
“OH MY GOD.” you drop to your knees so fast Bepo almost screams “They sound like him too.”
Penguin grabs Shachi violently, both trying so hard not to laugh.
Law sighs and then he gives the vendor the money he asked for. And the man gives him the two tsums.
“…I leave for twenty minutes.” Law says and examines the two plushies in his hands “…And… what exactly am I looking at?”
No one even answers him.
Bepo is still trying to stop you from demolishing that rigged game.
Until you feel someone grab your hands... it's Law, of course.
He puts one of the plushies in your hand and you calm down right away.
You carefully pick the tiny thing up with both hands and look at it. It fits perfectly in your palms. Its tiny hat is soft.
You gently poke its cheek “…Captain?”
“Oi.”
Bepo gasps softly “It answered…”
Law sighs again “I'm surrounded by idiots.”
You look at the real Law now and then you immediately hold the tsum up proudly in front of him “Captain, look.”
“I can unfortunately see it.”
“It’s you.”
“No, it’s not.”
The tsum keeps staring at him. Law stares back.
You suddenly hug the tsum to your chest and Law’s eyebrow twitches instantly.
You gasp dramatically “Captain, he loves me.”
“He’s a stuffed ball.”
You suddenly kiss the plushie and Law goes silent.
Shachi falls to his knees laughing “Oh my god, mini captain likes y/n more than real captain does.”
Law gives him a death stare and Shachi stops laughing immediately.
You keep smiling at the tsum like it personally invented happiness.
“You’re adorable.” you whisper to it.
Law crosses his arms “…I’m standing right here.”
“I know.”
“And you’re flirting with that thing.”
“It’s cute and fluffy.”
“I'm… my hat is fluffy too.”
The whole group freezes and Law freezes too.
You stare at him.
Penguin slowly whispers, “Did captain just call himself fluffy?”
“And cute…” Shachi whispers back.
Law looks like he wants to throw them into the sea.
You grin slowly “Oh? You think you’re cute?”
“Not what I said.”
“Sure...”
You hold the second tsum, the one with a grumpy face, beside Law’s face “…Wow. Same expression.”
Law grabs your forehead and pushes you away lightly “You’re annoying.”
“And you're fluffy.”
“I regret speaking.”
Penguin is fully crying now. Shachi is leaning on Bepo for support because he’s laughing too hard.
“You literally did.” you say while hugging both tsums against your chest protectively.
Law watches you carefully, then his eyes narrow a little “…You like those things that much?”
You look at him like he asked the dumbest question alive “Captain. They’re tiny versions of you.”
“They look stupid.”
“They look adorable.”
“They have my face.”
“Exactly.”
Law sighs deeply.
You hold the smiling tsum up again and gently squish its cheeks “Look at him. He’s just a little guy.”
“I’m not ‘just a little guy’.”
“You are now.”
Penguin wipes tears from his eyes “Captain got tsumified.”
“Don’t ever say that again.”
Then you suddenly stop smiling and stare at the smiling tsum again.
Your expression softens completely “…He really does look cute.”
Law looks at you and for a second his expression changes a little. Softer and quieter.
“You’re way too happy over this.” he mutters.
“I can’t help it.”
You rub the tsum’s tiny fluffy hat against your cheek and instinctively kiss it.
Law watches that too and he speaks again, lower but not enough because you all heard it “…You have the real one in front of you.”
You blink.
Penguin slowly turns toward Shachi with the most shocked face ever “Did captain just ask for affection?”
“Historic day… historic day.” Shachi whispers.
Law instantly glares at both of them “Shut up.”
You smile slowly and walk closer to him “Aw. Are you jealous of the tsum?”
“I’m not jealous of a stuffed toy.”
“You sound jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why are you staring at him like that?”
“Because you kissed it.”
“And?”
The entire group goes dead silent again.
Law realizes what he just said and what he was about to say as his eyes widen just a little “…Forget that.”
But you’re already grinning way too hard “Oh my god.”
“Don’t start.”
“You’re jealous of yourself.”
“I’m leaving.”
Before he can actually walk away, you grab his sleeve “Wait.”
Law looks down at you.
You hold the smiling tsum up between you both “If this is the effect they have on you…Can we buy more?”
Law immediately starts walking away again “No.”
“But captain!”
“No.”
“What if there’s a tiny Bepo too?”
Bepo gasps hopefully.
Law walks faster.
You smile and turn to the others while following Law “See you later guys! I'm gonna go kiss the real one!”
A tiny bit of pink appears on Law's ears but he doesn’t turn back.
Once you're both alone in his studio he finally turns to face you again.
You smile softly and walk closer to him. Then you lean up and kiss the real Law on the cheek.
“There. Better?”
Law freezes for half a second as his ears gey pinker.
You laugh quietly and tug his coat a little closer.
“Honestly…” you murmur, looking up at him warmly, “the real one is still cuter.”
Law goes still again but his eyes stay on you.
“…You’re impossible.” he says quietly.
“But you like me.”
“…Unfortunately.”
Then Law suddenly takes the grumpy tsum from your hands.
You blink in shock “What?”
He stares at the plushie for a second, then he presses it against your face “You missed one.”
You gasp dramatically “OH MY GOD YOU WANT THE TSUM KISS TOO!”
“I absolutely do not.”
Too late.
You grab the grumpy tsum and kiss it too “There. Now all the versions of you got kisses.”
Law shakes his head, but there’s the tiniest smile pulling at the corner of his mouth now.
Small but there.
You notice immediately “...Law.”
“What now.”
“You smiled.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Law grabs your face with one hand before you can keep talking, then he kisses you properly. Slow enough to shut you up instantly.
You melt into him.
When Law finally pulls away, your brain is still loading. He looks calmer now, meanwhile you look seconds away from exploding.
“…Wow.” you whisper weakly.
Law smirks a little “That shut you up faster than I expected.”
You stare at him and then at the tsums.
Then you put them carefully on his desk in a way that they are facing him whenever is on duty.
He watches you but says nothing.
You finally turn to him and jump on him in a hug.
He catches you and says “Are you finally done with them?”
You look at him and smirk “I knew you were jealous of them.”
You don't even give him the time to reply back that your lips are against his in a kiss full of love.
── .✦ Luffy:
The Thousand Sunny is quiet for once.
Well… quiet for the Sunny.
Usopp and Chopper are arguing somewhere outside about bugs. Sanji is cooking dinner while yelling at them to stop screaming near the kitchen. Brook is humming softly. The sea moves gently around the ship.
And you are sitting on the couch, half asleep.
Then—“Y/N!!!”
You jump.
The door SLAMS open.
Luffy rushes inside at full speed, almost slipping on the floor. He laughs loudly while holding something behind his back “You gotta see this!”
You blink at him “Luffy, what happened?”
“It’s important!”
“You said that last time and it was just a weird-shaped potato.”
“It was important.”
He walks closer with the biggest grin on his face. His eyes sparkle with excitement like he found treasure.
You stare at him suspiciously “Why are you smiling like that?”
“Because I found something super good!”
“What is it?”
“Nope.”
“Luffy.”
“Nope!”
He spins around dramatically, protecting whatever is behind his back.
You narrow your eyes “Did you steal food again?”
“Hey! I don’t steal food. I borrow… forever.”
You laugh a little.
Luffy immediately points at you “See? You don’t really hate it.”
“That’s because you’re ridiculous.”
“I know!”
Then he finally swings his arm around and drops something into your lap.
“…Huh?”
You freeze.
It’s a tiny plushie. A tiny, round, soft plushie. A tiny, round, soft Luffy plushie.
You stare at it silently.
The plush is small and squishy, with little black hair sticking out everywhere, tiny embroidered scars, and an even tinier straw hat sitting on top.
It looks unbelievably cute.
Your brain stops working for a second.
Luffy leans down into your face immediately “Right?! RIGHT?!”
“Oh my god.”
“I KNOW!”
You pick it up carefully with both hands like it’s sacred treasure “It’s so tiny…”
“And fat!”
“He looks so stupid.”
“He DOES!”
You burst into laughter.
Luffy laughs too, way too loud, pointing at the plush version of himself “Look at his face! Why’s he smiling like that?!”
“He looks like he ate all the meat on the ship.”
“That means it really looks like me!”
You squeeze the plush gently “…It’s adorable.”
Luffy gasps dramatically “I KNEW YOU’D LOVE HIM!”
“Him?”
“Yeah! Tiny me!”
You look down again.
The plush’s little smile somehow feels very Luffy. Cute and dumb and warm all at once.
Your expression softens immediately.
“Oh no.” you mumble.
“What?”
“I’m attached already.”
Luffy grins so hard his cheeks puff out “Good! Because I got him for you!”
You look up fast “Wait really?”
“Yeah!”
“You bought this for me?”
“Mhm!”
Your chest feels warm instantly “You were gone for like two hours… because of this?”
“I just saw it in a shop and thought about you!”
“That’s actually really sweet.”
“I’m sweet all the time.”
“You ate my dessert yesterday, that wasn’t sweet of you.”
“I was hungry...”
You snort, then you look back down at the plush again, thumbs brushing over the tiny straw hat.
“He’s so cute.” you whisper.
Luffy suddenly climbs onto the couch beside you, nearly crushing you with how fast he moves.
“Right?! I saw him and went ‘that’s me!’ then I went ‘Y/N likes cute things!’ then I went ‘I GOTTA BUY IT!’”
“You really thought all that?”
“Mhm!”
“That’s impressive.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
You smile softly, then you hold the plush closer to your chest “…Thank you, Luffy.”
He goes quiet for a second, then his smile changes a little “You really like it?”
“I love it.”
That makes him happier than finding treasure.
You can literally see it happen as his whole face lights up “I WIN!”
“This isn’t a competition.”
“It is now!”
Before you can answer, he grabs the plush from your hands.
“Look!” he says proudly, holding it beside his face “We match!”
You stare and then you immediately start laughing again “Oh my god.”
“What?!”
“You actually do!”
Tiny plush Luffy has the same dumb grin, same messy hair, and same chaos energy somehow.
Luffy beams proudly “See?”
You reach over and squish his cheeks with one hand “You’re both cute.”
Luffy freezes “…Cute?”
“Very.”
His ears turn slightly pink.
You notice instantly “…Luffy.”
“Hm?”
“Are you blushing?”
“No.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You literally are.”
He looks away dramatically “Maybe the room’s hot.”
“It’s nighttime.”
“Maybe you’re hot.”
You blink.
Luffy blinks too.
Then realization slowly hits him “…Wait.”
You burst out laughing while he hides his face in his arms.
“I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!”
“Sure you didn’t.”
“I DIDN’T!”
“You’re adorable.”
“STOP SAYING THAT!”
He sounds completely offended, which means he secretly likes it.
You lean back against the couch, still hugging the plush.
Luffy peeks at you through his fingers “You’re really happy?”
“Mhm.”
“More happy than with treasure?”
“…Maybe.”
He gasps dramatically “Tiny me beats treasure?!”
“Tiny you is powerful.”
“Heh.”
Then his eyes narrow suspiciously “…Do you like tiny me more than real me?”
You stare at him, then at the plush and then back at him “That depends.”
“WHAT?!”
“The plush doesn’t steal my food.”
“That’s fake news.”
“The plush also doesn’t scream directly into my ear at six in the morning.”
“I get excited!”
“The plush is easier to carry too.”
Luffy tackles you instantly “You’re mean!”
You laugh loudly as he drops against you, half laying on top of your body like a giant cat.
The plush gets trapped between both of you.
“Luffy!”
“You can’t replace me with tiny me!”
“I’m not replacing you!”
“You better not!”
“But you’re way too heavy to carry around!"
“I’m not heavy.”
“You absolutely are.”
He just grins and presses closer anyway. Your fingers slide into his hair automatically.
Luffy immediately melts.
His eyes half close.
“You’re petting me.”
“You like it?”
“Mhm.”
“So clingy.”
“You like clingy.”
“…Maybe.”
His grin returns instantly “I knew it!”
You roll your eyes fondly.
Then you pick up the plush again and place it on Luffy’s head “There.”
He crosses his eyes trying to look at it “Can’t see him.”
“You look ridiculous.”
“Awesome.”
You gently fix the tiny straw hat.
Luffy watches your face carefully while you do it, like he likes seeing you smile more than anything else.
“You know,” you say softly, “this is probably the best gift I ever got.”
He lights up again “Really?!”
“Yeah.”
“But I didn’t even get you meat with it.”
“I don’t need meat for everything like you do.”
“If you say so...”
You laugh quietly.
Then Luffy suddenly grabs your hand. His thumb rubs against your fingers absentmindedly “You smiling like that makes me happy.”
Your heart nearly explodes “You’re unfair sometimes.”
“Huh?”
“You say cute things without warning.”
“I do?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
He thinks for exactly two seconds and then he smiles brighter “Good.”
You stare at him helplessly.
This idiot.
This sweet, loud, chaotic pirate.
You lean forward before thinking too hard and press a kiss to his cheek and Luffy freezes completely.
You pull back slowly “…Luffy?”
No answer.
“…Did you die?”
Then he suddenly grabs your face with both hands “Nope!”
And kisses you back on your lips. Messy and quick, but happy. Completely Luffy-like.
You laugh into the kiss while he grins against your lips like he just won another competition.
When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours “You kissed me first.”
“You sound proud.”
“I am.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Mhm.”
Then he flops sideways dramatically and drags you down with him until both of you are laying across the couch together.
The plush is squished safely between your chests.
Luffy wraps both arms around you immediately “You’re not allowed to move now.”
“That sounds illegal.”
“Too bad.”
You snuggle closer anyway.
His heartbeat feels warm under your cheek.
Tiny plush Luffy sits between you both like a proud little captain.
Luffy yawns sleepily and presses another small kiss into your hair “…Tiny me did a good job.”
You smile against him.
“Yeah,” you whisper “he really did.”
── .✦ Nico Robin:
The first mistake is showing it to Robin.
The second mistake is not realizing how much she’s going to love it.
“Robin…”
“Hm?”
You stand in the library doorway with both hands behind your back.
Robin looks up from her book and her eyes narrow slightly “That expression usually means trouble.”
“It’s not trouble.”
“It’s always trouble.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is.”
You grin.
Robin closes her book “Show me.”
“No.”
“Show me.”
“No.”
“Dear.”
“Okay, fine.”
You bring your hands forward.
A tiny plush Nico Robin stares back at her.
Round face. Little blue eyes. Small embroidered smile. Black hair… Tiny Robin.
Silence.
Robin blinks.
You blink.
Robin blinks again.
“...”
You immediately hug the plush against your chest “LOOK AT HER.”
Robin’s lips twitch.
You point dramatically “She’s so small.”
“...”
“Look at her little face.”
“...”
“She looks like she’s thinking about ancient history.”
“...”
“She probably knows where the One Piece is.”
Robin covers her mouth.
You catch it “You’re smiling.”
“I’m not.”
“Robin...”
“I’m simply observing.”
“You’re smiling.”
“A little.”
You hold the plush up.
Tiny Robin stares at real Robin.
The two Robins face each other.
Robin studies it carefully, then she gently takes it from you.
Very gently. Like it is something fragile.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“You’re attached already.”
“I’m not.”
She immediately starts brushing a finger over the plush’s hair.
You point “Attached.”
“I’m examining it.”
“Attached.”
“Examining.”
“Attached.”
Robin sighs “I may be slightly attached.”
You gasp “I KNEW IT.”
A few minutes later, Robin is sitting in her usual chair.
The plush Robin is sitting on her lap.
You notice.
Robin notices you noticing.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Don’t say anything.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“You were.”
“I was...”
Robin smiles “You’re impossible.”
You walk over and sit beside her.
The plush is unbelievably soft.
You poke its cheek “Look at this.”
Robin pokes it too “It’s very cute.”
“Very cute?”
“Very.”
You dramatically place a hand over your heart “Robin admitted something I gave her is cute.”
“It happens.”
“Once every ten years. You usually dye inside but say nothing.”
Robin laughs softly.
The sound makes you smile.
A few minutes later, things become worse, because Robin starts giving the plush voices. Very calm voices, like herself.
You almost fall off the couch laughing.
Tiny Robin sits on the table.
Robin moves it slightly.
“‘Good afternoon.’”
You immediately answer.
“‘Good afternoon, Miss Robin.’”
Robin continues.
“‘I have discovered an ancient civilization.’”
You nod seriously.
“‘Amazing. How large was it?’”
Robin looks at the plush.
“‘Approximately this tall.’”
You burst out laughing.
Robin’s smile grows.
The library door opens and Nami walks in.
She stops and looks at Robin and then she looks at the plush and then she looks at you to ask “...What is happening?”
he'd offered the finger as a formality. a courtesy. something for the baby to grip while he assessed whether her reflexes were developing at an marginal rate.
"watch," he said, lowering one enormous finger toward the baby's hands. "she has my grip. even now she—"
the baby grabbed his finger, yanked it toward her face, and bit down.
"—she," sukuna continued, a half-second too late to maintain any dignity, "is biting me."
sukuna's expression did not change. internally however, several alarms went off.
"...woman."
you didn't even look up from refolding the laundry. "yes?"
"your daughter is eating me."
"she's not eating you. she's gumming on you. it's a teething thing."
"she has applied her entire jaw to my finger."
"babies don't have much jaw strength, 'kuna."
"clearly," he said, "you have never had this jaw applied to you," and then immediately looked like he regretted phrasing it that way, because you finally looked up, eyebrows raised, and he had the distinct displeasure of watching you decide whether to comment.
you decided to comment.
"is the king of curses," you enunciated slowly, abandoning your folding "being overpowered by an infant with no teeth."
"she has some teeth."
"two." you quirked helpfully.
"two is sufficient," sukuna seethed, with the air of a man defending a strategic position that had already fallen 7 seconds ago "tell her to release me."
"she's your daughter. you tell her." a mischievous tilt on your lips as you suddenly found the laundry interesting again.
he looked down. the baby looked back up at him—entirely unbothered, delighted, his finger still firmly between her gums—and made a small happy noise around it, like she was settling in for the long haul.
"release," sukuna told her, in the same flat tone he used to order executions.
she did not release. red eyes much like her fathers staring right back at him.
"i said release, spawn."
she gnawed with feeling.
sukuna sat with this for a long moment. you watched him have, visibly, an entire internal negotiation with himself, the outcome of which was never actually in doubt.
"fine," he said at last, to no one. "fine—she may continue, briefly, as a — as a developmental exercise."
"sure."
"for her jaw."
"mhm."
"i'm doing this for her." he could sense the sarcasm in your tone.
"no totally, i get you."
he settled back, finger still very much occupied, four eyes fixed on the baby with an expression that — on anyone else — you would have called soft. on him you didn't say it out loud, because the one time you had, years ago, he'd denied it so aggressively he'd nearly set something on fire.
the baby drooled happily onto the king of curses' hand and made no further comment.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: dad sukuna x reader series; note - this story dives into some dark themes. I have added all tags + tw's to my ao3 and will specify for certain tags before each chapter.
PART 4: PET
↬ summary: Sukuna grips with the guilt from the past, while also trying to find out if someone is turning against him. tw: violence, cannibalism, master/pet
(Before)
The concubine moans at a pitch that makes your ears ring. Her voice elevates in tempo, her vowels stretching and arching to match the contortions of her body, “Yesyesyeees Lord Sukuna, I serve you, I serve you with my body, I serve you with my soul…”
You have to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. If only the noble families knew how Hima Ongawa behaved behind closed doors. As the first born daughter to one of the major sorcerer families, Hima was sold in exchange for peace and her family’s survival. Her father placated Sukuna by working as a double agent, sharing details of army movements and where sorcerers may gather to fight off the curses. That was enough to keep Sukuna happy for a while, until Hima’s father grew a conscious and attempted to thwart him and retrieve his daughter in the process.
The Ongawa lineage now ends with her.
A deal with the devil offers no sanctuary. This is something you learned very early on growing up under the circumstances that you did. You’ve seen horns on mortal men before encountering this particular monster. It’s been a month since your arrival, and everyone has taken to calling you “pet”. They do not see the cursed object secured around your throat, a braided noose made up of twenty silk strings. Uruame strung it together themselves, binding you to the King of Curses who only lets you regain control upon his command. You haven’t addressed Sukuna since your arrival, since he made it perfectly clear that he would never touch you. The only reason you’re still breathing is from Uruame’s insistence. The King’s most loyal servant continues to beg their master to keep you alive because they require your information.
When Sukuna seems to grow sick of you, he discards you to his concubines. Most of them simply berate you or ignore you, but Hima is the only person who saw your value. You’ve been forced to spend time with her, are tasked to prepare her before she meets her Master and must clean her after he finishes using her. Hima had many, many questions for someone like you, wanting to give her every explicit detail on the art of seduction. When you would prepare her for Sukuna, your work on her only elevated her already stunning features. Your advice and guidance only improving her skills that Sukuna seems to already enjoy. Her midnight hair falls down in a pin straight waterfall against her spine, the length so long it almost touches the back of her knees. You can picture it now, how it cascades over her soft skin, can see the view that Sukuna takes in as he watches her dark eyes dilate and release under his ministrations.
But she gives you no credit to your contributions. Hima cares very little for you, using her position as Sukuna’s favored over you. “If you serve him, then you serve me,” she spat one evening, after she struck your cheek when you asked her why she couldn’t figure what to do to please her king. It was very clear from that moment that Hima’s status ranked higher than the rest of the concubines.
Her voice stretches and arches to mimic her movements. You can tell that her and Sukuna are getting close to the end of their time together. Standing in front of his room day after day meant learning aspects of his intimacy, like how his cocky dialogue dwindles into quiet, deep grunts and groans the closer he gets to his release. The sounds of bodies ebbing and flowing as rough crashing waves echoes behind the shoji. Sukuna never uses his bed, the frame might collapse from his weight alone with the way he moves. And yet, you can them both on the floor, the act wild and untamed. By the time it is over, you let out a soft exhale of relief. The muffled voices bleed as your blur out the conversation, uninterested in hearing this woman spill lie after lie from her lips. You know well enough how to manipulate men in the bedroom. You know the power one can hold when using their body. Her docile tone is a farcical to ensure that Sukuna keeps her his favored.
To ensure that she holds onto the only important status she has left.
“I made a mess of you,” Sukuna speaks candidly, his voice shifting closer to the door and making you tremble a little. “Ask the pet to wash you up, you did well for me today…”
“Thank you, My Lord…” she answers with approval.
When the shoji door slides open, you instantly take a step forward, not realizing how close you were to it. Hima walks out disheveled, her hair tangled into a bun on top of her head, her neck and inner thighs printed with purple marks. She laces herself in her robe as she walks past the threshold, snapping her fingers in your direction before spitting out, “come”.
You refuse to glance over your shoulder. You have no desire to see what your Master looks like after his sexual encounters. Yet, you can hear his body moving behind you, his presence making your cheeks sting. You immediately follow after Hima to avoid making the mistake of turning around.
You’ve stayed quiet this whole time, not uttering a single word. You only speak when spoken to, and a part of you is grateful that you aren’t exerting all your energy for Sukuna’s selfish pleasure. Having at least been able to sleep and eat somewhat reasonably, it gave you a chance to think about what is next. On the nights where you find yourself wound up, your mind races.
You can continue playing the role as pet until Sukuna has no more use of you. You know for a fact that the clock on your life is ticking while confined to this place. Alternatively, you can figure out a way to earn a position where you can garner a little influence. You are highly seasoned among all the concubines who serve under Sukuna, know that your services are worthy. The only difference is your ranking. If you can somehow catch the interest of the King of Curses, then maybe you might be able to get into contact with the only noble sorcerer who has ever tended to you with affection.
And if you can let Takeshi Zen’in know where you are, then he might be the only person who can save you from your doomed fate.
(Present)
Sitting underneath the shadow of a tree, you watch with a warm smile as Rai fans a fallen maple leaf to his face. You desperately need the peace and quiet today, especially since Sukuna has been taking his frustrations out on anyone who had the unfortunate circumstances of coming into contact with him. You decided to stay out of his path, unsure of why your master woke up in an exceptionally foul mood this morning. Instead of facing the wrath of the beast, you spent the day devoting every waking second to your child. However, your restless night was creeping up on you like a shadow. Even after you managed to close your eyes, your body nestled protectively against the King of Curses, you still felt the tension in your bones. A soft breeze kisses your cheek, almost lulling you into further sleep. Your eyes flutter for a moment, your attention still on your son who is starting to crush the leaf between his little fingers.
“Why are you sitting on the ground like that?”
Your body responds to the disgruntled tone by shooting upright, your eyes widening in surprise. The blood rushes to your head, making your heart pound furiously as your stomach flips with sudden adrenaline. Sukuna arches his brow, observing your flustered self trying to smooth down your robe and wipe the grass stains tinting your skin in flecks of green.
Your brows furrow. You almost fell asleep just now, in a vulnerable space where anyone could test your boundaries.
“Rai needed the fresh air,” you lie, attempting to get onto your feet but pausing when Sukuna lifts his hand to halt you.
“There’s no need for you to get up,” he states, a heavy sigh leaving him. His shoulders slump in defeat, and your concern lodges in your throat. He finds a seat right next to you, and leans his head back against the trunk.
“Is everything alright, my King?” You ask, subconsciously reaching one hand to cup his cheek in a gesture that comes to you naturally.
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hesitate at your touch. You follow his attention down towards Rai, his contemplative eyes focused on your child. “You’re not sleeping,” he points out, as if to digest the piece of information thoughtfully, “because you think someone will harm him…”
Your hand falls to your lap. The other moving to rub your heavy lids. “Someone was in my room. I saw a shadow over his crib, I can’t…” you whisper, but its a calm day and your voice carries across the distance. Rai makes a sound as if to insert himself in the discussion, as if to diffuse the unease with his tender voice.
“But you shouldn’t be scared if you’re by my side”
You can’t help but admire the details of his handsome face. His jaw sits in a firm position, the line down the bridge of his nose regal and sleek. You know that he’s right, but your instincts tell you something else. There’s a snake within the palace halls, a cunning one that you can’t seem to hunt down. You breathe out through your nose, trying to even out your nerves. “I know I shouldn’t,” you admit in a low voice. “But awful things have happened to me the moment I let my guard down. It’s different with Rai…”
The two of you are looking at Rai now. The child crawls onto his father’s legs, curling his body over Sukuna’s large calf. Sukuna picks up one leg, gently carrying Rai who makes a squeaking sound, and lowers him back onto the ground. “I swore to you that anyone who laid their hands on you would never touch you again. I kept my promise…”
Your cheeks burn at the reminder.
Sukuna repeats the action of lifting his leg. “Do you really think my vow has changed?” He questions, his voice softening, melting into a layer of gold that mimics the warmth of the light around you. Rai tries to pull himself over Sukuna’s legs. A sign that reveals how he doesn’t grow and develop like human children.
You feel yourself shrinking into the ground. “Does it…bother you?” You ask, your eyes flickering towards his face. Your lips part slightly, only noticing a hint of disappointment resting on the expression of the Cursed King.
He turns to gaze in your direction, his eyes pale with uncertainty. He reaches for you, bringing his large palm to cup your cheek in return.“You’ve been outside for too long. You’re warm…”
Your heart quakes, trembling at the thought that Sukuna can see the secret that has been finding shelter in your heart.
“Yes, we were out for quite some time…” you answer back, breathless and so aware of his touch.
Your master doesn’t stop his inspection there, and little tingles spark along your spine as he uses his knuckles to trace your jaw with his thumb, then moves to hold your neck. His thumb is resting against your pulse point, stroking the smooth flesh of your sensitive skin. He inches his face closer, tilting your chin towards him with his finger as he finally cradles your affection in his grasp.
“Your heart is beating very fast right now,” he murmurs, and Rai coos for attention.
Your eyes dip to his mouth, your tongue begging for a taste.
“Well, you startled me earlier…” you insist.
Sukuna bridges the gap of space, just enough for his lips to hover above your own without actually touching you. “That wasn’t hard considering you were close to sleep when I found you…”
You bring one hand to rest on his thigh to hold yourself in support. “Forgive me for not paying attention…” you sigh in sweet regret. The demure tone prompting the beast’s mouth to tick in a slightly upward grin.
“There’s nothing to forgive, brat,” Sukuna reassures, pecking you on the mouth. He parts his lips to deepen the kiss, but halts as his eyes draw to the narrow gap separating both your bodies.
Rai has managed to wedge between the intimate moment, reaching his hand out to grab onto Sukuna’s robe.
“Pest,” Sukuna grumbles, but picks up his son.
Regardless of what he says about the boy, you know that your Master rarely ever denies him.
The disappointment squeezes around your heart, only to dissipate when you feel another arm curl behind your waist and tug you even closer into Sukuna’s frame. A silence dances between the three of you for only a few seconds, which stretch out longer than you anticipate before Sukuna breaks it abruptly. “You’re not alone this time. You have me. I need you to rely on that. I need to ensure that you rest when necessary,” he instructs, the hand by your waist pinching into your flesh cautiously. “Uruame told me how necessary it is for you to remain at ease, your body is going through…adjustments…”
His words blanket you with a weight that you’ve never known. A part of you wants to push away from the embrace, to catch a breath and ease the sudden dizzy spill that spins the trees around you. Yet, you remain a stone, unable to even lift a limb. Your eyes glaze over in a thin sheen, but you blink back the sudden wet tears, denying them a chance to fall.
No one has ever offered you this.
“Your apprehension indicates that there are enemies within my own palace. I cannot snuff them out in one night. So, I’ve banished all servants and concubines to the western hall. The eastern hall will be ours from sunset onwards. The curses can petrol the palace at night. And you, brat, can get some actual sleep…”
It takes over you then, the heaviness of this declaration, the sincerity in this monster’s words. The subtle consideration that Sukuna is offering you feels both foreign and familiar. He’s done it before, countless time overs…but with a mask of aggression, passion or the use of his sheer power.
But this, this is new.
Nothing stops you from pressing your lips to his cheek, leaving an endearing kiss as a mark of your gratitude. When you pull away, Sukuna’s eyes widen with surprise, but he doesn’t flinch.
“I’m eternally grateful, my King,” you answer, dissolving into his compassion, refusing to consider any ramifications for how your actions might reflect on you. Your cheek falls to his shoulder, and with your attention now returning to Rai, you don’t see the pain that befalls the cursed King.
You owe me nothing, brat, he thinks, I’m the one who is indebted to you.
“Please! Please! Spare my life! I know nothing about the concubine. She’s just a whore-!”
Sukuna slashes the servant’s neck, the blood spurts out and drowns him, turning his corpse into a crimson lake. The King yanks his head clean off the spine, bringing it to his mouth where he then bites down onto the cheek. He chews at the flesh, then tosses the head out into the distance. He kicks the kneeling body so it drops, before turning to look at Uruame who stares at the monster with disapproval.
“What?” Sukuna growls.
“Calling a concubine a whore is not a reason for execution,” they insist, before clicking their tongue and averting their gaze. “He was our only lead…”
Sukuna wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “He’s rotten,” he spits, “he tastes like shit.”
Uruame sighs, and carefully walks towards the dead body thats now staining the gravel. “I noticed he left the palace twice in the last two weeks. Snuck out into the forest before returning. I followed his tracks but it only led to the logging sight. Though, I don’t understand what a palace servant would be doing out there chopping for wood…”
“He wasn’t chopping for wood,” Sukuna sighs through gritted teeth.
He thinks about the three concubines and two servants sitting in the cellar, torture imminent for them all. It’s one thing to be threatened by those bordering him, but when the threats seep into the walls of his own home, that unnerves Sukuna to no end. He can’t comprehend which of his pitiful human pets he chose to keep felt stupid enough to rise against him. Or where they found their bold courage to do so.
“Lord Sukuna, anyone who betrays your trust won’t be able to last long within the palace. As it is, our human prisoners are already turning on each other. People accusing one another, people swearing their loyalty…it’s pathetic watching them all scramble around like frightened rats really…” Uruame informs, but they seem apathetic about the situation overall. “Eventually they will lead us to the roach, unless the roach reveals itself first…”
Sukuna is still staring at the corpse. The word whore burns in the back of his mind. The flesh of this man is rancid on his tongue. The mouth on his stomach grimaces, making a gagging sound that refuses to leave his throat.
How often did he call you that?
How often did he look at you with disgust?
How often did he state that he would never touch you for what you were?
His eyes blur, blending the corpse into a singular object. He shakes his head and turns on his heel, avoiding the sharp look from Uruame.
“Kōkai saki ni tatazu…” Uruame states.
Sukuna pauses.
“You cannot wallow over the regret,” his loyal servant doubles down. “Your favored is now yours. She resides by your side. She has given you a son…let the past go…”
The King’s shoulders slump. Though Uruame reveres him to know end, they are the only ones who acknowledge that Sukuna wasn’t born into this world a curse. A nightmare he has grown to be, but his conception is human nonetheless. Uruame doesn’t add more to their statement. They knows the message is clear to their King. Instead, Uruame turns on their heel and departs, leaving Sukuna to simmer with the proverb.
Regret does not come first.
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AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! I love this series! So, so happy for the update, thank you ❤️
Geez, girly had a rough start of servitude. Yes Sukuna you feel that guilt and remorse! I like these dual chapters of past and present, like reading two stories at the same time.
You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.
pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Reader x Boxer! Sukuna
warnings!!! - oral ( f receiving) cum eating, fingering, rough sex, semi-public sex, lots of emotions, lots of filth - obsessed Satoru and Sukuna, both men wanna breed reader, throuple vibes, messy ass fucking dynamics, angst, feelings, creampies, spitting, fingering, crying, multi rounds, choking, rough sex and light bondage (think I got most of it???) enjoyyy - 10.2k
a/n - I was so glad to get back to this, idk how many ppl will see since I'm marked mature </3 butttt enjoy if you get to!
<<<part six - masterlist - playlist
part seven
You
Watching Sukuna fight was intense.
It was insane as you sit there in the audience, watching him punch, using every move you’ve learned and many you haven’t even scratched the surface of yet – with the cheers, the crowd going insane for him. You are towards the front where he wanted you, just a little secluded as you watch him move, surprisingly light on his feet for just how huge Sukuna was.
He floated across that ring, beating the day lights out of the poor damn fool that thought they could compete. Sukuna mostly just trained, but he decided to join one. You weren't sure if it was to just beat someone up for his own frustration, or if Sukuna genuinely missed the ring.
Maybe a bit of both.
His eyes catch you even across the entire crowded arena, his lips quirking up. He swipes at his chin with the glove, letting someone dab his bloody eye for just a minute, covered in sweat. His black tattoos are just glimmering with sweat, shining under the light, you can feel your heart racing.
Part, worry.
Part, being utterly turned on in the worst possible way. You get a text from Satoru then, peeking at it.
Satoru - coming home tonight?
You - yes I will be. In a couple hours. You?
Satoru - yeah same. Is he coming to dinner again?
You giggle a bit.
What life were you living? It almost seemed absurd, like some sort of a fever dream. The way both men ate dinner together with you last night. Somehow talking and not killing each other despite how tense they both were near each other.
As if you were the unspoken agreement.
You know Sukuna wants you all to himself, but you also learn that Satoru wants more. He wants more time, he spends time trying to get to know you. It's intense, it's terrifying, everything about opening up to Satoru when you don't know if he is sincere.
Yet you couldn't help but smile when you text him back, cursing him internally then.
Fucking Satoru.
You - No, he has a lot to do. Want me to give him kisses for you?
Satoru - yes please, give him all my love <3
Life has gotten extremely interesting since the first time Sukuna fingered you on the counter, the first time Satoru sent the girls away – girls you have now grown in just a short time not to hate quite so much. Of course what they did was hurtful, and you resent them – but for Jennifer you already made a call and got her a position.
Sukuna thought it was pretty insane, but he supported it, Satoru didn’t even know just yet.
You - I’ll give him all your love.
Satoru - you’re a fucking brat, he’s right.
Maybe you are.
Sukuna slams his fist with a sickening crunch, drawing your attention right back to him, you watch as the man lays there, and the ref counts – one, two, three.
Knock out.
Sukuna’s hand is raised as you cheer with everyone, the sounds thunderous with just how famous Sukuna really was, you stand right with them, clapping and feeling his gaze locked on you, all sweaty, breathless, his chest rising and falling. You can’t help but feel concerned with just how beat up he is, but also…
Fuck he’s sexy.
Are you really some slutty little brat, after being a good girl for so very long?
It’s not long after you’re walking in that locker room – and it’s just Sukuna.
“You came, hmm?” Sukuna tilts his head, studying you in the locker room, bulb swinging overhead casting shadows as he leans back against the lockers on that bench, his thighs spread wide. “Did you like the show?”
You don’t answer him, still trembling as you see how many cuts and bruises he has, half his jaw is swelling, making your tummy clench with worry. You cross the small space, standing between those thighs, letting his hands – huge and calloused, knuckles all bloody – come up to frame your face, thumbs stroking your cheekbones almost gently.
That’s the thing about Sukuna – even when he’s brutal, even when he’s fucking you so hard it hurts – he’s gentle with you in ways you can’t express. With his gaze and his words, how he’ll talk you through everything, how he cradles your face even now like it’s so precious.
The duality of him versus Satoru is never ending.
Satoru was hardly rough with you the one time you were alone together, but there was an underlying desperation, yet he gripped your face differently, like he thought you’d slip away. Sukuna is just a little more gentle, like he gives you that option to pull back, knowing you don’t want to.
“Sukuna…” You murmur softly, sighing now, gripping his wrists. He smells intoxicating like this, that sweat fucking ruining your senses. It’s only been a couple days and you already crave him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs softly, his ruby eyes dark as they drink you in “All cute and worried for me, hmm?”
“Of course I am…” Sukuna leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s messy, needy as he tugs you close, muscled thighs on either side of you. “Mnh…
“Those sounds you make, fuck,” you can feel him shaking himself, taste the copppery hint of blood mixing with his saliva right as he licks into your open mouth, claiming it for his own.
“I should clean you up…” You whisper now, pulling back as his manager comes in, pausing at the sight of you two.
That’s when it hits you, how dangerous it is to be public with Sukuna – no, not everyone knew you, but enough people did. Luckily they just smile and hand you some antiseptic and a clean rag.
“Trust you’ll take care of him?”
“Absolutely,” you smile as they shut the door behind them, walking over to the counter for a moment with shaky hands, feeling him study you. “You did so good against him, Kuna. It was insane.”
“Yeah, it wasn't that hard,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and peeking back at him, smiling just a bit. “Worried about me, really? Six foot five, two hundred plus pounds of me?”
“Yes I worry…” You frown now, dabbing the antiseptic on the gauze and walking back over, pressing it to an open cut, making him suck in a breath. “Look, and you’re a big baby.”
“Tch, me a baby,” you giggle and he glares at you. “Such a brat.”
“You say that, but I think you are,” he rolls his eyes as you keep dabbing at the cuts, suddenly feeling it again.
Split into pieces.
It’s so easy here in his arms, it’s so perfect – isn’t that what love should be? Easy, effortless, perfect like you just fit – but then you feel horrible, knowing those feelings for Satoru exist. That they haven’t died when they should have, and no matter how much Sukuna lets you feel them, you hate them.
LIke a sickness for that man with the blue eyes who gets on his knees and begs to just taste you, the desperation in which he begged you just to say his name, it rings in your head as you think of last night. He had stood by your door for far, far too long, as if he may come lay down, but he held himself back, he stopped himself.
Did you want him to lay with you?
Maybe you did – and maybe you feel worse about it, as you clean your… boyfriend. Sukuna has become your boyfriend, even though you’re married, and even that seems like a word not good enough. Was there anything better than being like this with him, aside from when you had both of them on you?
“How was last night?” He asks, husky now.
“He just slept in his room,” your answer is quiet, cleaning up his cheek carefully, tilting your head just a bit and studying the red streak on his face. “He wasn’t happy about your video, no, but he didn’t say much.”
“Surprised he didn’t beg to lick my cum out,” you scoff and roll your eyes at him. “Didn’t fuck him last night?”
“Not after we were… no, Sukuna, haven’t talked much to him today,” he hums, his hands slipping up your waist, lips pressing along your collarbone. Your hand entangles in his messy pink hair – damp with sweat, sighing a bit. “Would it make you upset if I had?”
“Him getting any part of you is insane considering he doesn’t deserve shit, but no. I would never be upset at you,” he grips you tighter. “Wanna fuck thoughts of him away though? Wanna pump you full of me instead? Yeah.”
“Kuna… when you talk that way…”
“You’re wet, hmm? Pretty lil girl, so slutty for me,” you tremble when he stands, hauling you up in his arms like it’s nothing, kissing you again, over and over. “Did that fight have you wet?”
“Yes,” you whisper, letting him set you down, he moans, spinning you around so that your hands brace against the cold metal of the lockers. He shoves your skirt up, spreading your thighs to find you over your panties, damp already from need. “Kuna!”
“Miss me already, brat?” He whispers, yanking them aside as he lifts you up, the heels you’re in making it just enough for him to bend down and plunge two fingers in your messy cunt. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against your back, feel him taking you over.
“Yes, Kuna,” he moans, teeth sinking into your neck, fingers buried knuckles deep, your plump pussy lips gripping him so good he moans out even louder. “W- want you.”
“Want me to fuck you right here?” he whispers those words, breath ghosting against your ear, tickling it, making you tremble. “Gonna fuck so many kids into you, would you want that, brat? All my babies inside, not his?”
“You’re so insane,” you mumble, he laughs then, gripping your chin as he moves his fingers up and down, knowing your every spot. “Kuna!”
“Would breed you over and over, fuck… imagine,” you’re lost in his filthy images of that – of you round with Sukuna’s baby, of your tits full as he mumbles it and squishes them. “Hah, how cute you’d look.”
You swallow nervously, “Is this y-your kink?”
Sukuna chuckles, a dark sound that makes your eyes roll back, the way he moves against you makes you feel so small compared to him. “Kink? Nah, never before you. None of this shit before you, losing my goddamn mind.”
“I… y-you…”
You can’t talk, not when he’s pushing you further, when the raw scent of him is filling your nostrils, the coolness of those old, beat up lockers rushing against your skin as his rough fingers fill you. His lips dragging, leaving little marks everywhere they roam, teeth sinking into your skin, sharp and biting.
“Want you to smell like me when you go back to him, want you covered in my hand prints, dripping with my cum,” Sukuna yanks those fingers out before you can hit your peak, pulling your hair back and groaning, cock heavy against your ass as he presses it through the thin gym shorts. “Not a kink, just what you fucking do, god what you do.”
You look back with drugged eyes now, hand reaching back to feel him, he hisses at the contact, pressing you further against the lockers, turning you right around and lifting you, hands gripping your ass. “Kuna I…”
“You’re still talking? I need you cumming,” his cock is heavy and leaking when he tugs it out, pressing right against your messy slit, stretched open just for him. “Have to fucking have you, now.”
“Need to tell you…” He chuckles at you, kissing you again, fat cockhead and that piercing just pressing on your slick hole.
“Tell me what, brat?” His eyes are dark when he keeps positioned at your entrance, breaths coming quick. “Say it, use your words.”
You swallow nervously.
You’re gonna say it.
“I love you,” he pauses then, faltering at your words, you curse and shut your eyes, wondering if you’ve ruined the moment. “S-sorry it’s sudden and… but I feel so much and… it’s not fair to-”
“Shut up.”
You glare and he chuckles. “What!?”
“Shut up, brat,” he murmurs, softer then, cupping your face as he presses your back against those lockers.
“You… shut up, you… jerk!”
“I love you,” he answers now, with a laugh, shaking his head. “God I fucking love you, even if you’re not all mine, even if I have to share you with a dumb fucking twink that I hate.”
With one brutal, mean fucking thrust, Sukuna is buried fully inside you, so rough and the stretch so insane it’s a blur, his words, the desperation, the stretch of him.
“Feel me? Feel me fucking ruining you?” He whispers now, you just nod, tears spilling as you cry out, the sound echoing in the small space of the locker room, a mix of pain and overwhelming, sinful pleasure with him just pulsing inside you. “Who’s inside you right now?”
“You, Kuna,” your answer makes him laugh, a cruel sound, his lips against yours again. “You.”
“Me.”
*****
Sukuna
He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust like he should, like he usually does – not with your words ruining him, not with you destroying him. No, he instead sets a punishing rhythm in your tiny lil cunt, lifting you and dragging you right down his cock, the slap of his hips against your ass loud and obscene, the lockers reverberating and shaking.
Love.
Yes, Sukuna loves you – and no, it’s not pure, it’s not sweet or anything of the sort – it’s insanity, everything you put him through, the way you so utterly and effortlessly ruin him in ways that are never going to repair. If Sukuna can’t have you – even if he shares you – no one else can.
There’s no world in which he lets you go, not when you look at him with hearts in your eyes, with drool spilling from your lips, gasping out with your nails scraping uselessly against the sore shoulders of his, bare with them pressing in. “F-fuck… Kuna…”
“Yeah baby,” he groans softly, lifting your body like it’s nothing – it is nothing to him, you’re his to fuck, his to ruin, and he loves to do it. To use your body, and he knows you love that shit. “Love me usin’ ya? Fuckin’ cocksleeve f’me, pretty, perfect lil cocksleeve, hmm? For my cum, for my cock?”
“Yes,” you’re lost in it – you, once a good girl who barely kissed, becoming slutty for him, he loves every bit of the confidence in your gaze as you drink him in, as you spread your thighs as wide as they can go. “Y-yours…”
“My toy, huh? Mine,” he’s possessive then – even in moments he tries to act like he’s okay, like he’s sane, he can’t pretend when it’s raw like this – he can’t pretend like he doesn’t hope you’ll choose only him.
He hopes you fuck whatever frustrations it is out on that dumb fuck and come right back, that you’ll lose interest and stay his – toxic, maddening, infuriating – you, you, you. It’s all that’s spinning in his head like a madness, like a mantra as he fucks your cunt like he owns it.
He wants to own you. Every piece of you.
“Cunt got split open by me, hmm?” He whispers, a hand on your throat as he leans you against those lockers – you’re so sweet and pretty, even obscenely being fucked like this. You can only whimper in response, earning his soft laugh. “Can’t answer, baby?”
“Mnh,” Sukuna tugs your mouth open as he splits your cunt open like he says, as he buries himself, losing himself in your very scent, your everything.
“Open f’me,” he whispers, you so eagerly obey it’s precious as he leans so damn big over you, spittin right into your open, gasping mouth, letting that saliva just drip right down your lips. It’s filthy, degrading in other times, but with you? The spit feels like worship, like you taking him.
All him.
It’s all Sukuna could even think while he was in that boxing match, every other thought was just of you sitting there – of how he wanted you immediately, in the ring with every victory, but he can’t have you like that. It just makes him fuck you meaner, more desperate, but he knows what you can take.
“Swallow it,” he commands softly, and you do just that so fucking obedient and pretty, your throat working convulsively. “That’s it. All of me. Every fuckin’ part, hmm? Inside you.”
Sukuna fucks you desperately now, in ways he’s never been with a woman, how can he not be lost inside you? Bury his face in your neck, pounding your cunt with no mercy as she melds so pliantly to his shape.
“Made f’me,” he whispers. “This cunt is mine. You hear me? Mine – he can have you when I’m done, but you’ll always be mine.”
You sniffle at that, he wishes he could hold it back – wishes he could stay controlled and dominating, sometimes he can, usually he can. He wants to give you everything, but in this moment after his fight?
It’s all desperation.
You nod in response, gasping again. “Love… love you…”
“Yeah, do you? Love me, brat, love me fucking you like this?” You nod eagerly, h “Then cum for me, lemme feel her.”
“I’m s-so… I’m…”
“I know what you need,” he murmurs then, pulling out and having you desperate, hands trying to keep him there. He laughs softly, turning you and pressing your face against the lockers by the small of your back, lining his cock back up. “Arch.”
You do it perfectly, letting him line his cock back up, wrapping a hand around your waist and finding your twitchy clit, sinking right back inside. “Ah! Y-yes… there, please I’m…”
“I know your body, brat,” he whispers, knowing he’s showing that side he’s tried to hide so well, whispering in your ear as his rough fingers abuse that small lil clit. “You love this, don’t you? Clit is so needy. Cunt is so full. Feel me?”
He takes your hand, letting you feel that bulge as he wraps you tightly, bending down to sink right inside. “Yes, I feel you… I… Kuna!”
You shatter from one more roll of his fingertips on her, your body convulsing as he pushes you through it, as he whispers your name and loves it too much from his lips, those circles working over and over as your cunt twitches around his thick cock. Sukuna moans, feeling you milk him for all he’s worth, groaning out with you, your cunt squirting and gushing.
“There you go, who knows you?” He asks, voice hoarse.
He needs to hear it.
You’re weak when you answer – “You.”
He smiles against your neck, but it’s anything but a sweet one, it’s a possessive one, psychotic. “Who made you cum all over the fuckin’ locker room floor, has this messy cunt squirting all over, hmm?”
“You,” it spills easily from your lips as Sukuna pumps his cum inside you, burying himself deep as he floods your walls with his hot, thick release, coating every inch as he presses up on your clit, milking another orgasm from you.
“All me?”
You nod, but he can feel you shaking, feel your body and every bit of you weak against him as he presses further, making you take every little bit of his cum. “Too much, too much!”
“You can take it,” he whispers, laughing then softly. “You take it so well, like you were made for just this, hmm? Take me after every goddamn match, too.”
For a moment, you both just breathe and he hugs you too tightly, letting you come down as he pulses inside, even more cum flooding your needy hole, making you arch your ass, his fingers finally leaving your clit. He sighs, kissing up the side of your neck messy, up to your ear, as the two of you stand there.
There is so much he can’t put into words.
That he wants to kill your goddamn husband as much as he wants to make the dumb fuck worship you how you deserve, that he wants to be the one you love the most, that you’re much more than a ‘cocksleeve’ or ‘fucktoy’.
You’re everything and he’s terrified.
“Did you tell him you loved him,” Sukuna asks softly, you look back, eyes all dazed, he swipes drool from the corner of your mouth.
“No, you’re the first person I’ve ever said that to,” you admit, color dancing on your cheeks as he studies you – slowly pulling out, having you whimper at the loss, the filthy mess of his cum and your own slick begin to trickle down your thighs, the sight has him lost. Your thighs are shaking, head pressed against the lockers as he studies you.
“I’m the first person you’ve said it to?”
“Ever,” you admit softly, Sukuna moans at that, seeing just how rough he has been with you now, sinking to his knees behind you, his hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them wide.
Sukuna drags the hot, flat of his tongue against your cunt to lick a broad, possessive stripe from your clit all the way up to your other puckered hole, lapping up the creamy, white mess he just left inside you.
“K-Kuna!” you gasp at the sensation, your knees nearly buckling underneath if he didn’t hold you up in time. “You’re…”
He just hums against you, gathering more of his own cum and tasting it – salty and bitter to your sweetness. “Drinking us up. Us, baby. This is all us, every bit of this messy cunt.”
“Mhm,” he turns you now, so you look down at him, letting him lavish your abused cunt – the one that’s now had another man inside her. Fuck, he wanted to see it next time, he wants to see her stretch and know he can do better.
“Did he fill you this much?” Sukuna asks, looking under his long pink lashes, smirking as you tremble. “More?”
“He came alot,” you admit, he chuckles at that.
“Bet he fuckin’ did. Who wouldn’t?”
Sukuna will put more cum inside you – he’ll fill you so much Satoru Gojo is the last fucking thing you’ll think of. Yet you brush his hair back, crying out and arching, pressing your cunt more firmly against his mouth, Sukuna greedily swallows the squirt he gets from you with a hum against your pussy, swallowing his own creamy release right with you.
You’re screaming out, hands tugging hard at his hair – pulling at the roots to the point of sweet pain. “Come stay with me tonight, please? W-want you to…”
“You’re askin’ me to stay while I lick my cum out?” Sukuna smirks and chuckles, tongue licking the slick from our inner thigh. “Cute.”
“Answer me – you brat,” you tease, making him laugh again, thumbs brushing hints of blood against your skin.
“I wish I could,” he parts your lips, looking at his own mess, breathing against it and making you jerk. “I’ll be there tomorrow, okay? I promise I won’t leave you with his dumb ass alone too long.”
“Mmm…” your eyes flutter shut, rocking your hips rhythmically so that your slick drags all against his skin, his cock is already throbbing again. Then I’ll miss you tonight...”
“One night?” You nod and he moans, lavishing you up even more, eyeing how pretty you are when your head slams the lockers, when your thigh is thrown over his shoulder and he’s drinking every bit of his own cum from you.
As if Sukuna will let you forget him even for the night.
No, Sukuna needs you to remember him, even when Satoru Gojo – your ‘husband’ – is pathetically begging for you.
*****
You
You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, swiping some of the fog from the mirror that night. Satoru had to go to a business dinner and is just walking in as you step out, thighs pressed together just a bit, seeing the way his eyes drift across you achingly slow, like a physical touch.
One time, they were cruel.
Then, they were hungry.
Now, they’re devoted almost, the way he exhales ever so slowly and loosens his tie at the knot, kicking his pretty, expensive ass dress shoes off at the door.
Fuck if your sort of husband wasn’t sexy.
“Enjoy the match?” He asks, voice edged with that sarcasm, but you don’t answer back that way.
“I did have a good time…” your cheeks heat up a bit as he undoes his collar, looking devastatingly handsome in the darkness of the evening.
“Bet you did,” he says, laughing and shaking his head. “Does he just deepen those marks every time?”
“Maybe,” you murmur, touching your throat carefully – as if Satoru hadn’t left his own, but Sukuna had sucked each one, like he’d mark you harder, deeper. You barely manage to hold it together as you talk. “Did you have a good dinner?”
“Was boring as shit with a bunch of old geezers and horny ass, middle aged women that want to get fucked,” he admits, hands in his pockets, walking over toward you.
“Oh, any pretty ones?”
“Yeah, some are pretty – but can’t say I paid much attention,” he admits, surprising you, words you never thought you’d hear. “Kept thinking about this girl I’m married to, knowing she was fucking a dumb, pink haired boxer.”
“I think you two like each other,” he snorts, standing in front of you now, tilting your chin up.
“Heard you got Jennifer a position with your family, it was a bit of talk at the dinner in fact.”
“I did, if that's okay?” He frowns now at you, jaw tensing a bit. “Was she that bad of a secretary?”
“She was fine at that I guess,” he admits, shrugging a shoulder, toying with a damp strand of your hair. “Why though?”
“I felt bad.” Satoru laughs without humor, you clutch your towel tighter. “I do.”
“Why the fuck would you feel bad for her?”
“She clearly was in love with you,” he blinks now as if you’ve said something insane. “You didn't know?”
“She loved sucking my dick, loved getting expensive gifts, and loved cumming. Not me.”
“No, she loved you… you don’t act like that for no reason.”
“Yeah no one does,” Satoru says, but before you can open your lips to say that cannot be true – he halts you. “No, that's not some ‘oh poor me’ shit, I just know that isn't what she felt.
You frown now. “Are you so unlovable to everyone?”
The question hangs in the air – once you thought Satoru was the world, then Satoru crushed your world, your everything – but now it was so hard to understand. Satoru was flawed, he was selfish, he was cruel and utterly immature – but there was more to him than what brimmed on that surface, and you knew it.
“Have you met me yet?” He shakes his head, sighing now. “Yeah I am, and I already know it. There is a difference between loving my cock, or my fingers…” He smirks a bit. “My sad method of eating pussy.”
“Satoru…”
“Difference between that and loving me.”
“Well, it's not only your cock I like, in fact…”
“You like my cock?”
“Shut up,” you roll your eyes, holding the towel tightly – just for him to tug it even closer, pulling you near. “You’re not just that is all I mean. I am sure that there is a lot to you that…” you look away then.
“You hate me. Remember?”
You do.
Right?
You swallow now, letting him hold that towel for you instead, just that as the thin barrier between his body and yours, feeling his breath nearly against you, your heart hammering in your chest.
“I guess I forget a bit for a minute,” he trails his fingertips down your shoulder as you heart breaks. He almost looks boyish with his hair brushed back off his forehead, you can't help but step closer. “You couldn't have always been so terrible, there’s no way.”
He smiles and it’s a sad one. “I was born like that.”
“You're ridiculous, I remember getting to meet you as a kid,” he sighs, brows together. “You were defending this kid from getting bullied. And you said hi to me… you were sweet, if anything.”
“I wish I could remember that,” he says almost longingly, tugging you closer and leaning low, his lips far, far too close. “What am I allowed to do when you're mine, when your attention is just on me?”
“Allowed to do?” You whisper, as he steps back, fingers brushing across the terry of the towel. “I um… there are no rules or… there isn't a guidebook for this mess, Satoru. It's a mess.”
“It is,” he admits, sighing now, letting the towel fall and having his breath catch. “Fuck… you're so beautiful.”
Your answer is to tug him down and kiss him, letting him pull your body against his. Things still feel so tentative and new with him, with Sukuna you're declaring love, you're open.
Satoru it's scary.
You don't ever know what to say, what to feel, but it's there – cruel and merciless, the need for him to be so close. To be consumed as he praises you in ways you never thought he would, pressing your body so you feel his hard length underneath his slacks.
“Can I say that this time?” He asks, you swallow nervously, reflexively, looking right into those heart breaking eyes. “Can I say how I can’t even believe how beautiful you are?”
“If you mean it… I can’t believe that you…”
“Yeah, I fuckin’ mean that shit,” he whispers, lips pressing against yours over and over. “Fuck I can't stop thinking about it,” he shakes his head, cupping your face. “Was it the hate that made it feel so good? Was it just you?”
“I don’t know either…” You don’t have a clue what this is, when he’s lifting you and the towel is all gone, and he’s carrying you right to his bed – his bed – hovering over you, his lips drinking every cry. Your nails dig into his chest, making him moan, spreading your thighs and pressing his clothed cock on your slick, needy cunt.
“Is she already stretched out?” He murmurs softly, an insult – but you nod, he already knows Sukuna was inside you. “Does she need more cum inside?”
“Yes,” he blinks for a moment and you do too, heat dancing on your cheeks – you’re not sweet to Satoru, you can’t be. “Why are you still dressed? Like fucking me with your clothes on?”
“You’ve become so slutty, tsk,” he’s trembling a bit as he leans up, unbuttoning his shirt, showing you his hard chest and that abdomen, he’s not tattooed like Sukuna but there’s a little one on his ribs that your fingers brush, he sucks in a breath at the contact, his eyes locking on yours.
Just what did go through his head?
Was this some distraction until your inevitable end? Or did this mean something to him, did those kisses actually mean more than he could say? Why do you want it so goddamn bad – when Sukuna loves you, when that’s more than enough – why do you also have to want Satoru like this? Why do you feel this?
He’s yanking off his tie now, standing and undoing his belt, looking over every inch of you – you watch hungrily and eagerly as he tugs his pretty cock out, already leaking and dripping white, smacking his flat stomach and splattering against that white hair underneath his belly button.
“On your knees for me, sweetheart,” he’s never talked to you that way, you pause, on your elbows for a moment. “If you want, I’ll tie your pretty wrists, fuck you dumb, pump all that cum inside. Is that what you want?”
You don’t beg for it like you would with Sukuna, your answer is to get on your knees and turn, letting him press your wrists back, tying them as his breaths rush through him quicker. “Mnghh… I j-just…”
“You want that? Answer me,” he whispers as he is binding your wrists, tugging right at the knot. You’re even wetter when he tugs so hard that your wrists hurt, breasts rising and falling with your quick breaths, his lips against your ear. “Words.”
“Yes, okay? Yes…”
Did he need it from you, like you need it from him?
“Hah…” His laugh sends shivers across your spine, down the back of our neck. “Say you hate me.”
“I hate you,” there’s not enough there anymore, he tilts your chin and studies you, his other hand wrapping your throat, squeezing where Sukuna had earlier. “So much, too.”
You wish you hated Satoru – wouldn’t that make things better? Instead, you’re arching for his cock, begging for his touch, dying to be taken over.
Maybe you do hate him, for how fucking much you want it.
******
Satoru
“Yeah, that much?” He smiles just a bit, fingertips tracing down the curve of your spine, darting between to find your soaking wet cunt, moaning when he feels you.
Satoru positions you so your ass is arched up, his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair at the nape of your neck, still damp from the shower and coating his hands in the fragrant remnants of your conditioner, like silk against his fingers. He inhales it pathetically really, pressing your face deeper into the pillows.
“Seen you arch for him, you can f’me, hmm?” He taunts, as if he doesn’t want to beg, as if he’s not desperate to have any of you. “Lemme see how good you can do.”
He expects and argument, anything other than you arching, he can’t help but groan and lean back, parting your messy cunt all abused from Sukuna earlier, but if anything it makes him more fucking feral.
“Should fuck his cum out and fill you with mine, hmm?” He murmurs, laughing softly as he drags his fingertips up you. “Ready? Do I not need to touch you first?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” he laughs again – there she is, the mad girl who hates him, the one who makes this all easier to deal with.
Somewhat.
The inevitable fact that you’re going to fucking leave him – he doesn’t know how long it’ll take, but he doubts there’s a world he gets to stay. So he’ll be greedy, he’ll take every bit of you he knows he doesn’t deserve, stroking his already hard cock and biting down on his lower lip.
“Well I don’t see that mess, hmm?”
“He ate it out of me,” he pauses now, blinking just a bit.
Sukuna really was some fucking freak.
He never thought he’d be out freaked, but as it stands, that man is clearly filthy – though the thought of licking his own cum…
Fuck.
“Oh, how sweet of him – are we sharing you properly for now?” He taunts, leaning low and lapping a stripe up your slit, all clean and perfect from your shower. You whine out, he parts your folds to watch your clit twitch for him. “Mmm… almost like co parenting, but with a slutty lil wife instead.”
“Such a dick,” your voice is muffled by the fabric of the pillow you’re pressed against, he licks once more before spreading you wide and spitting right in your hole, the sight utterly filthy.
He remembers the first time he tasted you, on that counter when you let him lick your thigh, when Sukuna let him.
Let him.
Taste his wife.
Taste you – dangerously sweet — addictive like the sweets he loved when he was younger. Looking at the bubbly mess spilling when he shouldn't even be granted such a sight – yet here you were, spreading wide open for him.
“So eager for my cock, hmm?” You say nothing, just whining out again, the sound throaty and slutty.
He wants to say so much more, the dumbest shit that he should never think to utter out loud, barely holding it back. That when you look at him the way you do it ruins him in a way that is terrifyingly not only sexual.
His whole life women wanted him for his looks. His money, his power – and he let them think there was a chance, played their games and enjoyed their wet mouths, their cunts milking his cock. The way they were so devoted.
You didn't want that.
You hated him, yet here you were.
“Beggin' to be split open by my cock,” he loves how you feel. He loves how pretty your ass is, how your pussy is fluttering just for him.
Yet all he can say is filth, he knows even calling you beautiful hurts you.
He hurt you.
If only he could fuck away every memory of what he did, and fill you with what he wishes he could do.
Satoru leans over you now, cock gliding up and down your slit, the pink tip catching the gush that’s sliding out of your needy hole – watching you tremble as he presses your head down.
“Fuck you in my bed,” he whispers, losing any tentative fucking control he has – it’s all out of the goddamn window with you. “I'm going to fuck every thought from your pretty head, do you want that, sweetheart? To be fucked dumb?”
“Yes,” he groans then, he can’t take it – how raw and real every bit of you as, he pushes into your tiny cunt and groans, easing as his head pops in, getting sucked by those tacky lil walls, the ones quivering right around him, begging for more. “Fuck, why do you feel s’good? God, I hate you for it.”
“Mngh…” You say nothing this time, not with your wrists bound, just gushing when he pulls back again, running his tip up and down until you’re about to cum from just that – he can tell in every way you tense, every movement you make.
“Need me inside?”
“Jus’ f-fuck me… you’re… ah!”
“Ask nicely baby,” he whispers, chuckling as he tugs your hair back, and you glare at him. “For me inside you.”
“You ask nicely,” he sighs, laughing and shaking his head.
“I begged last time.”
“You should every time,” Satoru moans at that, kissing you again as he brings you to your knees and plunges his cock inside – in one long, deep stroke, filling you and stretching you right there, making you gasp out, your head falling back.
“God…” Satoru groans, kissing down your neck, god you fit him so perfect – surely you’re made for him, even if he’s ruined it all, even if some other dumb fuck got you – he’ll enjoy every moment he gets.
Inhaling you.
Kissing you.
Fucking you.
Satoru loses his mind inside you – god how perfect – thrusting his cock so deep, balls slapping your clit, pressing you down and moving in and out faster, hovering over you as you cry out, helpless and so small in comparison to Satoru’s huge, long body. “I'm going to fuck you so full of me you'll forget what his cum even feels like, huh? Forget his cock, forget him.”
“Psycho, y-you…” a choked out little whimper escapes your lips as he buries himself deep, pressing you into the mattress, his weight heavy as you gasp out. He’s prone over you, cock moving faster, breathing out your name against your ear.
“I wish I could get in your head and rip out every fucking memory,” he whispers now, shoving his cock fully now. He doesn't move or let you move, even as you wriggle and beg, letting you feel every inch of him. “All me, want it all me… fuck you know you should belong to me.”
Your answers are muffled curse words as one of his big hands slides from your hair down to your throat, his long fingers wrapping around it and tilting your chin up, leaving you helpless underneath him squeezing at your pulse points. He feels it fluttering right underneath his thumb as you look at him with dazed eyes.
“Tell me how you don’t, how you never will be mine,” he begs it, as he kisses you in between words, squeezing your throat and swallowing every pretty cry you give him, cock steadily pounding even deeper in you. “Mmm, how many times will I even get this, get you like this?”
“Satoru…”
“Yes, call me that – fuck,” he’s not the ‘in control, dominant’ Gojo, even with your wrists bound and your pussy being railed by him, even with the way Satoru absolutely ruins your cunt until you’re breathless.
He’s not in control even if you’re being choked.
It’s all you, just a little whisper of his name is enough to almost make him bust, insane thoughts of breeding your needy cunt filling his mind – when he never even wanted that shit. But wouldn’t you have to stay, then? Wouldn’t you be bound to him forever if he could?
“Put a baby in you first – hah,” he laughs softly, watching the look of fucked out pleasure turn to shock, the drool slipping down the corner of your mouth. “How would you leave me then?”
“You don’t w-want that…” He moans right with you, squeezing harder now, fucking your pretty body into the matress, his other hand snaking down, finding your clit.
“Arch up,” you eagerly do, letting him find that pressure he already knows you love, pretty patterns on a clit he knows was licked on, sucked on, touched – he wishes it turned him off.
He wishes it didn’t make him want to fuck you better.
“That’s it, wanna cum, hmm? All over my cock like the pretty lil slut you are,” your answer is a whine, bound and helpless, obeying as he has your clit dripping down to the sheets, the sounds of his breaths and the rhythmic slaps even louder.
“Yes… ah!” Satoru’s lost in you, as he buries his face against the back of your neck, inhaling you, feeling your bound arms pressed underneath him.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, a cruel tone – but you peek at him, lips parted – looking in a fucking daze. “Does it?”
“Yes but…” you sigh, swallowing and then whining as his fingertips continue their assault, as his cock keeps stretching you out. “I…”
“Love it?” You say nothing, nodding, but he leans up and un ties them quickly, rubbing your wrist in his hand, pressing it up over that pillow and pinning it with his free hand, eyeing the marks, making him feral. “Has he tied you?”
“No,” you surprise him just a bit, but he squeezes your wrist brutally, continuing to fuck your tiny cunt.
How is it so perfect?
How are you everything he’s ever wanted, but all he did was push you? Fucking make you leave, make you do anything and everything to leave him, to make you think he didn’t feel what he did.
Now he hates himself even more – a special type of hate, truly. Perhaps part of him always has – but he doesn’t hate himself enough not to fuck you, not to taste you, not to make you shatter as he drags his tip against your walls, feeling you shatter. You cry out his name as you fall apart, letting him watch as
Satoru stays pressed inside you, body taking you over as you shake, cunt making a drooly mess all across his fingers, your lashes fluttering – tears spiking at the ends of them. “Move, move…”
“Mmm… in a minute,” he whispers, just staying there – pressed against your cervix, he knows you’re stuffed full – he knows you can feel him. “Too deep, babu?”
“Mhm,” you whisper, but you arch back more, curve of your ass against him, making him chuckle ever so softly, clenching your cunt right around his length. “Move, sh-shit…”
"Who is inside you right now?” He whispers, posessive and sick – aren’t you a sickness, everything fucking about you?
Don’t you ruin him by existing, especially when you look at him, and his thumb is on your fluttering pulse, holding your chin up. “Would you ust… can you… move, fuck…”
“Who are you with now?" he asks, his hips finally starting to move. It's a slow, grinding rhythm, devastating in its intensity – each drag of his slick length against your walls feels like it's going to make him bust then and there, you’re almost impossible for him to handle, to take and act straight.
How he’s forming words is hard to even fathom.
"Who's inside you right now, making you squirt all over? Answer f’me… fuck, jus’ answer…"
"You," you choke out finally, tears spilling from your pretty, fucked out eyes. “You, god just…”
“Say it,” he whispers desperately, sweat dripping down your skin, slick as he moves even faster. “Don’t fuckin’ call me Gojo.”
There is a quiet moment and he pauses again, but you finally grip those sheets with your hands, still marked from his tie, shaking underneath him.
"Satoru."
"Good girl," he murmurs – condescending he’s sure – he’s sure he sounds like a fucking dick when all he wants to do is praise you truly.
“Choke me,” you whisper then, using a hand to press his harder, he falters.
He wishes you didn’t know you loved that.
Yet all he can do is listen, is give you everything.
“Choke you, hmm? Wasn’t I?”
“No, really fucking do it,” he loves you.
God he loves you.
Squeezing his hand so hard with your own – so much smaller than Satoru’s huge ones, than his five inch fucking fingers that swallow your throat, letting you put that pressure you want.
“Really… choke… m-me – ah!”
“Like this?” He asks softly, his fingers pressing down harder this time – more pressure like you ask for – just enough to restrict your airflow, to make your head dizzy, fuzzy, feeling your cunt just contract right around him. “Like that, baby? Choke every little thought away?”
“Mhm…”
“You’re almost sweet like this, hah,” he’s taunting, but the way you give in is fucking addictive, as he squeezes harder and earns your cunt spasming right around his cock, tip dragging just so. "You feel that?
His pace picks up as you feel too goddamn good, becoming more desperate, more needy for you – all of you. Your answer is some incoherent mumble as his cock makes filthy fucking noises in your slutty hole, balls slapping hard on your clit – so full of his own cum.
"Feel how I'm filling you up?" He asks, knowing you can’t answer.
He loves hearing your cries, ruining you like he’s never loved anything else – never has being inside being someone felt like this, the devotion with every movement absolutely tearing him apart.
How much of him would be left when he was done?
How much of you would be?
Could he fuck his cum so deep it replaces every goddamn bit of Sukuna?
He wants to.
“God I want it…”
“Want… mnh… wha- ah!”
You’re cumming when Satoru mumbles in your ear incoherently, words you don’t get to hear, ones you’re not meant to – “you to love me.”
*****
You
There is no hearing.
There is no thoughts while Satoru is pounding your messy cunt, one stretched open by a man you love, just to be filled by a man you wish you hate – no.
It's confusing – so fucking confusing, everything about Gojo choking you, about him stealing your breath as he strokes his cock deep – was it anything like Jennifer, like Chloe?
You shouldn’t be jealous, you shouldn’t care – you have Sukuna, and you know that shit is love, then why do you still want so badly for Satoru to want you, crave you, love you too? Why do you desire it all, the way he takes you over, the pain and the dizzying pleasure of every filthhy stroke?
He's hurting your throat, your cunt is trying it’s best to take him – there's a desperate edge to his movements, a frantic need in the way he's fucking you, the way his breath hitches against your neck, his whisper of your name He's not just taking you this time, he doesn’t just take and take – no, he's begging for more from you, breaking you piece by piece and putting you back together.
Satoru takes your breath away like Sukuna does.
But it’s cruel.
It’s mean.
Knowing this was all there – knowing he showed you how terrible he was instead, knowing for a month you watched him and waited, wanting to have this, fuck you didn’t even know this existed with Satoru.
“God, feel you milkin’ me… needy lil slut,” he eases his hand now, sighing as his cock slams deep – pressing his forehead against the back of your head, his movements becoming erratic, desperate, losing their rhythm. “Made to ruin me… fuck what you do – god you feel s’fuckin’ perfect…”
“Don’t say that,” you plead, snuffling as he holds your throat again, his grip tightening and loosening as if he can't decide whether to possess you or break you – as if he doesn’t know if he should go easy or gentle.
“Don’t say it? God, I wish I didn’t need to,” he laughs in that cruel way you used to hate – but when he’s inside you, you love it. “I want to ruin you – I want to be the one who breaks you, the one you think about when you're with him.”
“Satoru… don’t fucking… say…”
Sukuna said it too, he meant that shit.
But you never thought that Satoru…
Do you want this, two men desperately fucking the memory of each other away? Ruining your body and mind as they fight over you, as they desperately take and take from you.
What will be left when they’re done?
Even filled with cock you wonder it – wonder how long they’ll ever want a girl like you, wonder why they do, to the point you tense, and Satoru realizes it, pausing, pulling out and making you cry out.
He shoves your thighs up until they’re smushing your tits, and those thighs are trembling when his hands run over them.
“Do you wanna know what I really think, sweetheart?” Satoru asks, dangerous – his eyes dark, the ceiling fan whirling and brushing his long soft white hair over his brow. You swallow nervously.
“I can’t t-trust anything from you…” He exhales, cock dragging back up and down, up and down – fucking maddening. “Yes though… wanna… know…”
“I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight tomorrow,” he smirks, cupping your face. “I wanna fuck you so goddamn rough that every step you take reminds you of me – of my cock buried, of my cum dripping out of you.”
"You're so fucking confusing," you whisper, letting him sink back inside, your eyes rolling back in your skull as he leans over you with that heavy weight, folding you right in a mating press.
“Me, confusing?” He’s whimpering against your hair, your ear, fucking you so goddamn filthy, your blood rushing and mixing with his broken, husky voice.
The words next are what finally ruin you.
"Why do I want you this much? Why do I want to be the one who ruins you, that has you, that wants you? Why did I push you the fuck away – why? God, why do you fucking ruin my every waking moment…"
His hips slam forward harder, faster, folding you so in half he’s hard to take – you feel it then, your tears.
You're crying now.
It’s not the pain, the fullness, no – it’s the terrifying realization that this desperate, broken man might be just as dangerous to you as Sukuna is – that you might just be as in love with him. That all consuming love, the type you can’t feel for two.
But you know it, trapped in your throat as he leans up and his hands press so deep into your flesh, as it bruises those thighs.
You still love Satoru – no.
You didn’t love him before you knew him, you thought you did – now you have an all consuming love for two goddamn men.
Broken ones, like you.
Broken ones that you wish you could put back together, but you’re scared you’ll only rip them further apart. As he pauses and falters, stuttering hips, tilting his head and easing his movements.
“Look at you, crying for me,” he breathes out – almost cruelly – was it cruel?
Did you love it?
Do you love this?
“Is it because it feels too good, or because you hate how much you love it?” He makes you glare, teeth clenched together.
“Shut up and cum,” he laughs at that, you’re never mean – you’re sweet, but with Satoru he brings that shit out.
Sukuna brings it out too – the brattiness you never knew you could feel.
They both take so much from you, the bring so much out.
You fucking love them, don’t you? You love Sukuna who is good for you, and you love Satoru who is terrible for you – but you sure the fuck won’t admit it now, even as Gojo has you split apart on his cock and bent in half.
“It doesn't matter,” he whispers now, kissing you again. “You can just say you hate me, isn’t it easier?” You feel a tear slipping from the corner of your eye.
It’s easier.
Than admitting you love two men.
“I do hate you…” He kisses you deeper, moaning into your lips, as if he knows you don’t mean it.
I love you, I hate you, I despise you.
Satoru I hate and love what I became because of you.
Yet you say – I hate you.
"Say it again," he whispers. "Tell me those pretty lies about how fucking much you hate me."
"I hate you," you sob out those words – he knows what they are.
You do hate him – how can you not hate him for making you want this, for making you feel this twisted, destructive love when you're supposed to belong to someone else, someone who is devoted and loving?
How can you go from so unloved to feeling this?
“Want me to cum inside, hmm? The man you fuckin’ hate so much?” He asks now – Satoru and Sukuna give you this choice, in their own way.
They both do.
You want both of them.
You nod, and he laughs, pausing.
“Answer me.”
“Cum in me,” he moans then, falling apart and shattering – his white puffy ropes of cum replacing what was inside, shattering right with you and kissing you messy, desperate.
“Wanna put all my goddamn heirs inside,” he laughs, like he’s lost his fucking mind. “God I do – I wanna have so many babies, let them run our fucking families into the goddamn ground.”
“Ngh, psycho…” He’s just pumping now, slowing as he kisses you, as you try to catch a breath.
There was no breathing with him.
Just utter confusion when he cleans you after, when he brushes your still damp hair that has left his pillows wet, putting it up carefully as he stands behind you in that mirror.
Your hands grip the bathroom sink as you look up at him.
How long could you have them both?
Why could one not be enough, why are you greedy, terrible, split into pieces for men that hate each other – one who you should still hate – but the one who leans against you, staring at your fucked out reflection in the mirror. He leans low, and you feel his hard body against you, feel his hand delicately brushing your throat, smile on his lips.
“Guess I left my own marks,” he whispers, lips against your ear. “Do you like me tying you up? Choking you?”
“You’re just a freak,” you mumble, he laughs again.
“And you’re not? Was a good girl, a sweet, innocent one, now look at you,” he tilts your chin up, showing all those marks from both men. “Covered in us, full of us… answer me.”
“Yes I liked it,” you look into his blue eyes now, sighing. “It won’t be long though, right? You want the divorce so… this is what, some distraction?”
He pauses, faltering.
“Don’t answer…” You shake your head and go to turn, to be pinned to that sink by him, suffocating. “Gojo just…”
“Sleep in my bed,” you gasp, looking up at him now.
“What?”
“In my bed just…” He exhales and leans low, a hand on either side of you, until his pretty face is level. “Tonight.”
“Why?”
“I’m fucking asking you.”
“I…” you blink tears now. “When I saw her in your bed, nothing fucking hurt me more, Satoru. Nothing.”
He swallows now.
“I know Sukuna probably didn’t feel good to see, I know I’m not innocent or perfect – but I was trying, then. I tried so hard and you… you just rejected and…” You’re losing it, shaking as he holds you, even as you sob, even as you smack at him. “It hurt, it hurts… it still…”
“I know,” you feel his tears now. “I’ll give you the go as soon as you want, I swear to god just… please, a night. To hold you, even if I shouldn’t get it.”
“Gojo…”
“Please…”
“Satoru,” you finish, trying to pull it together, hardly able to think as you blink and look up at him – tears blurring your vision. “Why?”
“I don’t fucking know,” he admits, cupping your face. “I just want a night to hold you in my bed.”
“One,” you answer softly.
One.
One you say, as he pulls you close, and an arm wraps your waist, thumbs brushing up underneath your tits, running little circles, and you feel as comfy as you do with Sukuna. He texts you, and you pick it up, suddenly eaten by guilt – even if Sukuna knows, and he’s fine, this is so much.
It’s almost too much – being shared by two men, being torn apart.
Sukuna – I’ll be there in the morning, brat. You gonna make me breakfast or is the twink?
“He calls me that!?”
“Don’t read my texts,” you scowl back at him and he sighs, tugging you even tighter. “You called him a ‘dumb pink haired fuck’.”
“Well he is.”
You – I’ll make you breakfast, Kuna.
“I’ll make you breakfast Kuna – ow!” You’ve turned and shoved Satoru almost off the bed, and he can’t help but laugh.
And fuck if that doesn’t break you further, is cute ass laugh, the way he keeps going the more you smack at him, until you’re laughing too – despite yourself, despite everything, pausing. He holds your waist and swallows, looking into your eyes, a million words left unsaid between you – like a physical weight, you can feel it, all of it.
He lets out a breath, and you realize you’re straddling him, his hands darting across your waist.
“Is he coming for breakfast?” Satoru asks now, making you shift a bit, feeling him harden again impossibly.
“He is,” you say now. “Or we could go to his place?’
“No, he can come here,” Satoru mumbles, leaned up on his elbows – even in the night, his eyes are bright. “I wanna be all that’s in your fucking head.”
“Oh do you?” You murmur – so does Sukuna.
But you’re fucking torn.
“I wish I was, I wish I could fuck every memory away,” he brushes your panties to the side, moaning at the mess the men have made you as you cry out. “I could keep trying all goddamn night, but I know he’s buried fucking deep – so deep I can’t get him out.”
“You can’t,” you lean over him, even as he’s running his fingers across your sore cunt. “I love him.”
“I know you do,” he whispers, the energy between you both sickening as it is addictive.
Satoru – bright and pure – is the darkness.
Sukuna – dark and sadistic – is the brightness.
What are you?
“You can try all you want,” you taunt now, knowing you’re playing a dangerous game with him.
“Fuck you in your sleep?” He whispers, you blush and he laughs. “Oh… haven’t done that, sweet girl?”
“Sweet, thought you hate me,” he drags you down and you tug his lips open, curious then. “Open for me.”
“For you?” He smirks, but then he sees your eyes. “Oh… you’re trying to out freak me, hmm? Think it’s possible?”
“Open,” you whisper again, before spitting a little trail of saliva in Satoru’s eager tongue, his mouth wide and ready, he whines out as it hits, as he stays there underneath you, and you can’t help but feel powerful and that moment. “Swallow.”
Satoru’s adam’s apple bops as he obeys.
*****
“Ahem…” It’s early morning, and you’re utterly sore and aching when you hear it – your boyfriend Sukuna eyeing the mess you and Satoru are in his bed, swirling the house keys that he fucking made himself.
“Kuna!” You lean up now, grinning at him as he takes you in, smirking when he sees the choke marks and the little bruises on Satoru’s throat.
“Damn, what’d you do to the kid?”
“She’s a fucking psycho,” he mumbles, coughing as he wakes up, trying to tug you against him, burying his face in your neck. “Five more minutes.”
“Nah,” Sukuna climbs right in the bed and tugs you to him, smirking as he studies you. “Missed my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?”
“Morning, Kuna,” you whisper, kissing him sweetly, as his weight sinks the bed – feeling them both against you.
Satoru is hard behind you.
Sukuna is hard in front of you.
You’ve done a tiny bit with them together but not everything. Sukuna tugs down your top and moans at the sight of your puffy nipple, as Satoru’s kissing up your bare shoulder.
Trapped between a man you hate and a man you love.
Yet you can’t stop the way your ass pushes back, and your tits press up.
You want them both.
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Reader's better than me to give Jennifer anything after the affair she had with Gojo. Definetly a lot stronger than she thinks... especially to cave and just sleep in bed with Gojo.
Ugghh this series makes me feel all kinds of things! So good!
Arthas in Lorderon's night club after coming back from Northerend, murdering his father and steam rolling through the city with his band of very dead men.
Okay so I finished season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen (starting on season 3 finally) and I needed to get this scenario with Sukuna out of my brain.
Takes place between episodes 15-16 of season 2, where Sukuna fights Jogo. Fem!Reader, slight hints of spice.
"Do you require anything, My Lady?" Uraume's calm voice sounded from behind you. Head bowed out of respect and hands folded before them, they kept their gaze on the concrete ceiling you both sat on. In the distance, the black sphere of the veil falling into place kept your attention. As the chill night air blew past, you shivered.
"…Perhaps another layer?" You glanced at them over your shoulder for only a moment, just long enough to see them nod before you turned to watch the veil once more. You could hear the rustling of fabric behind you, and despite Uraume's general calm presence, it did nothing to stop the way your heart kept spiking with excitement.
Tonight was the night. A big step forward for your plans, assuming Satoru Gojo was properly sealed.
A neatly folded robe was placed beside you on the ledge where you sat, a bright colorful red. The shade reminded you of his eyes…
"Thank you my friend." You smiled at them. "I am still not used to this more common way of dressing. So few layers…" Uraume had given you a thick wool robe to drape over your shoulders instead of silk that would match your kosode, and for that you were grateful. How did the women of this modern time feel comfortable with so much on display? Your Lord would be seething with jealousy if he ever found you walking about like that, the eyes of strangers mapping out every inch of your form.
The thought had you giggling to yourself, your hand moving to cover your smile with the sleeve of your robe. Your Lord was so handsome when he was feeling possessive…
You missed him. You missed everything about him.
Uraume was careful to look away from you, eyes avoiding your face until your giggling subsided. Even a thousand years later and with a reincarnated form, they still remembered your shared Lord's rule.
'I am the only one who gets to see you smile like this. I'll kill anyone else who dares to look.'
Uraume had been in the throne room when your Lord had cradled your smiling face in one of his many hands and vowed this, and it was only because your Lord enjoyed their company that they were given a warning at all. Many others had not been so lucky.
You had started the habit of covering your face when you laughed while near them, just as an added layer of security. You liked Uraume, and you knew your Lord had a soft spot for them as well. You would hate to see them dead over your joy.
With the veil fallen over Shibuya, you settled down to wait, patting the spot on the ledge next to you.
"Sit with me, Uraume. We have quiet a bit of time to wait."
"As you wish, My Lady." They bowed their head once more before settling beside you. The sparkling city lights stretched towards the horizon as you both sat there, waiting for the time to pass. In the distance, at the base of the veil, you could feel a presence finally arrive. No doubt the long awaited Satoru Gojo, followed by a smattering of much weaker cursed auras not long after. The sorcerers were finally here.
You watched through the darkness of the night as slowly each veil was broken down one by one. You could hear the distant sounds of screaming from the streets, and with your developed senses it wasn't hard to pick up on the coppery stink of blood carried on the wind. You could feel the smattering of weaker cursed energies disappearing - some of them transformed humans, one of them was the earth cursed spirit Uruame had recruited, quiet a few more were jujutsu sorcerers. You had felt it when Satoru Gojo was finally caught - the oppressive force of his curse energy disappearing into the Prison Realm for only minutes before you could feel it trying to leak back out. Even if the parasite brain couldn't keep him contained for long, it didn't matter. You just needed enough time for your Lord's vessel to reach the fingers.
Speaking of - you could feel the presence of one, completely unwrapped, moving through the underground tunnels. You focused on that spot, waiting for something to change.
A sudden spike - more fingers, the ones the cursed spirits had gathered and stolen and killed for.
And then Him.
You gasped as that familiar aura grew and spread suddenly, an overwhelming wave of evil rising from the tunnels like a tidal wave. Even from this distance you could feel it - could smell it.
Lord Ryomen Sukuna.
You took a deep breath in - letting that smell, that feeling, flood your senses. It was faint compared to a thousand years ago, still missing pieces of his soul - still trapped in the body of a young mortal, but undeniably him. Your hands move to cup your cheeks as you huff hot air, chest rising and falling rapidly as euphoria washes over you. He's still here, he's back and you can feel him claiming the area around him with the same ease and power as he did so many centuries ago.
An involuntary breathy moan leaves you as your eyes flutter shut, your hands moving to caress your neck as you imagine his hands on you once more.
It's been so long…
Uraume is very careful to not look at you as you collect yourself, keeping their gaze rooted to the general area of Shibuya where your Lord is. You're thankful to them for that, giving you a moment to calm down and breathe. You had known you missed him, but you hadn't realized how much your body craved him after so long being separated. You swallow, smoothing down the fabric of your robes as you find your composure, just in time to see the lights of the city flicker out of existence and hear a sound you could only recreate in your memories.
Ryomen Sukuna's laughter.
It echoes and bounces through the city, off walls and streets and through tunnels as an explosion lights up the night sky once more. And suddenly - two distant figures flying through the air as debris was thrown and cut and tossed. You saw fire, no doubt from that determined cursed spirit of fire Uraume had been directing. He was a stubborn and hot headed thing, and rather powerful you had to admit. Your Lord would have fun tossing him around for the time being.
After so many years locked away, he must be eager to work off some energy, get blood under his claws and viscera all over his skin. The fire spirit wouldn't be any sort of challenge, but he would be fun.
"Oh, Uraume…He's back…" You whispered, your hand reaching out to steady yourself on their shoulder as you watched the streets ahead light up in an inferno. You could hear him laughing. Uraume hummed, pleased just as you were, watching the chaos unfold.
Lava poured through the streets in a tidal wave, any humans taking shelter in the area burned to a crisp before they could even understand what was happening. You saw the foundations of buildings melt and crumple under their own weight, your eyes trying to keep up with the blurry silhouette of your Lord.
"Can we get a closer look? Please Uraume, I beg of you." You clasped your hands in front of your chest, looking at the ice spirit beside you, unable to hide the excited grin stretching across your lips. Their pink eyes watched you, an obvious battle at war within themselves. They were under strict orders to protect and keep you safe, no matter the cost, but they were also not supposed to deny you anything you wished unless your shared Lord directly commanded it. Get closer to the battle would be more dangerous, but not necessarily threatening to your safety if you were both clever about it. With Uraume's natural ice abilities and the charms you were both adorned with to hide your cursed energies, it should be safe enough…
"…If it is what My lady wishes." You gasp in excitement, pulling them into a brief hug as you practically vibrate with glee. In the distance, your Lord knocks the fire spirit through the ceiling of a skyscraper and down to the basement. "We must be very careful, My Lady. Fire is volatile."
You're already standing and nodding along to their words, smoothing out your robes and tiptoeing closer to the ceiling's edge. As Uraume stands beside you, you bring your hands together, the shadows of your fingers creating an image of an open maw full of sharp teeth.
"Wani." You recite, and with a small burst of energy hidden by your charms, a shikigami forms in the open air before you. A crocodilian face on a long serpentine body of ocean colored scales writhed and floated before you, long silky whiskers on it's face twitching towards your hands in greeting. Uraume helped you settle onto the creature's back before following, careful of the rough shark fins lining the creatures spine. The dragon's claws flex as it's whiskers and ears swivel towards the distant sound of fighting, another column of fire bursting through a skyscraper reflecting in it's ocean eyes. Without hesitation it acted, opening its maw and breathing out a fine mist to surround itself and it's passengers. Uraume acted as well, muttering under their breath and turning the fine mist into a chillier aura of sleet.
Satisfied with your protections, you gently pet your shikigami's scaly head, giving it permission to fly closer to the destruction in the city. You could see a massive ball of fire - chucks of metal and concrete being sucked in and melting under the intense heat - forming a giant ball suspended in the air. Not made by your Lord - it wasn't his style.
No, you could see him under you, skating backwards over asphalt roads and weaving between cars with a smile on his face as he watched the fireball grow and grow and grow. Your hand came up to clench at your chest, a wobbly smile forming on your pretty lips.
"Oh, Uraume…he's having so much fun!" You coo, your heart seizing in you chest as butterflies erupted in your stomach. It was incredible how similar in appearance his current vessel looked to his original form, right down to the pink hair.
You felt for a moment like you were taken back through history - to a time when he was boyish and sadistic and free. He hadn't had much to offer you in terms of luxury or riches back then - before his lordship - but you had been swept off your feet anyways, drawn to his charm, sickening humor, and independence.
Not much had changed, clearly.
Wani floated above the streets and followed his figure as best it could, slit pupils focusing on both the fire above and the figure below.
"Indeed My Lady. It's wonderful to witness once more." Right as Uraume spoke, your Lord disappeared, his aura flitting between buildings until he appeared once more in a nondescript alleyway that was filled with weaker cursed auras. You directed Wani to float closer, biting your bottom lip in excitement.
The fire above grew, and you saw your Lord's relaxed stature standing among a group of mortals and, oddly enough, a rather impressively made cursed corpse. you couldn't recall ever seeing one with three cores before. They stood frozen, all waiting with baited breath as your Lord spoke.
"I hereby forbid every person in a 100-meter radius from moving until I say 'now'." Lord Sukuna's voice rumbled, steady and even and full of sadistic delight as he spoke. Your eyes fluttered at the sound, your sensitive hearing picking up the individual notes of his voice, something weak and lonely in your heart fluttering to life. It wasn't the same as hearing his laughter in the distance - this was him, raw and unfiltered and perfect. "And of course, I'll kill anyone who violates that rule."
You giggled and kicked your feet with excitement where they rest on Wani's scaled hide. It's been so long since you've seen him like this.
You're so excited it takes you a moment to even register his words.
100 meters?
You look down, gauging the distance to find that you were outside of his set boundary, but only just. So he knew your little group was watching him, even with the special charms to hide traces of you. You aren't surprised, but you do wonder if he knows it's you specifically, and not some unknown party with voyeuristic tendencies.
Well. You'll find out soon enough. This game of cat and mouse won't last much longer.
You hear him laughing once more, the fear from the mortals around him tainting the air as the meteor above grows denser and larger. You want to stay, to watch him more, but a simple tap on your shoulder from Uraume confirms what you already know. Even with water and ice, that ball of flaming debris would certainly still hit.
You heave a pitiful sigh, pouting and unashamed of it, as you nudge Wani to move farther back once more. The dragon complies, the outer edges of the cool barrier surrounding you sizzling and evaporating from the pure heat radiating from the fight. You don't bother watching as the molten ball of debris finally falls, hitting the city street with an impact that sends shock waves through the surrounding buildings. Ones that were already weakened finally crumble and fall, supports meant to last failing, smoke billowing up towards the sky in a thick plume reminiscent of an erupted volcano.
Through it all, you keep your eyes on the vessel of Lord Sukuna.
He's sitting on the remains of the 'meteor', unfazed by the heat still seeping through the debris, taunting the cursed spirit before him. From your safer distance you watch as he stands, summoning his own flames. The fire he creates is different from the cursed spirit's own, a heat just as blazing but somehow more controlled. Regal. As if the fire itself understands the master it serves is no ordinary being.
Your heart flutters as you remember countless cold nights where Sukuna would use those very flames to warm you, lighting a fire before pulling you into his four-armed embrace. Countless times you had fallen asleep like that, cheek pressed against the beating of his heart, knowing that you were the only one to ever have such a privilege.
He truly is gorgeous.
Another building finally gives out and begins to collapse as the cursed spirit's corpse burns, Wani being careful to avoid the flying debris as he lands close to the still form of Sukuna. Uraume jumps off the shikigami's back first, landing with light steps right behind your Lord and taking a kneeling position. You stay back, suddenly nervous.
You want to share in Uraume's eagerness to welcome your Lord husband back, but a sudden burst of anxiety keeps you frozen.
It's been so long…
What if he doesn't care to see you? What if he's grown bored with the memory of you after so many centuries apart? He used to tell you - in that gruff, commanding way he did to hide his affections - to always hold your head high when near him, as his chosen queen should stand knowing your place is by his side…but what if thats changed now?
You clasp your hands in front of you to stop yourself from fidgeting with your robes, an old anxious habit you thought you had broken a lifetime ago. Your shikigami whines and nudges at your hip, encouraging you to step forward, but you keep your feet planted on the burning rubble beneath you.
"Who are you?" Sukuna's voice rings out clearly despite the sound of glass shattering from the collapsing tower nearby. He does not turn to look at either of you, his posture relaxed and unbothered.
"We have come to welcome you, Lord Sukuna." Uraume responds, head tipped forward and eyes closed. That gets the King of Curses attention, as two scarlet eyes look over his shoulder to stare at the kneeling servant at his feet. Intense and focused, before a large grin stretches across his vessel's face, and Sukuna turns.
"Uraume!" Sukuna's voice lightens, something similar to fondness in his tone as he looks upon his charge. You're certain he never expected to see Uraume again, especially not in this day and age, but the surprise is clearly a welcome one. You had also been surprised to see them reborn, especially in a form so similar to their original body centuries ago.
Uraume lets their cool composure crack, just a little, as they look up and smile at your shared Lord.
"It's been a long time." They state, a familiarity and comfort of being near Sukuna bleeding back into their posture. Uraume looks back at you over their shoulder, gesturing with one hand as if presenting you from where they kneel. "And of course, my Lady is here as well."
Sukuna's red gaze moves from them to you, and the change is immediate.
The pupils of all four eyes contract and dilate at a rapid pace, looking your form up and down with a slow drag that sends shivers racing down your spine. Relaxed shoulders tense up, hands leave his pockets to ball into fists at his side. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and your own eyes trace the movement.
The nerves in your chest feel like they're going to make your heart pop, your breathing becoming unsteady. There's so much you want to say, so much you want to do, your mind is overwhelmed with urges on how to act under that intense stare. You open your mouth to speak only for a quiet puff of breath to escape, words stuck in your throat. You blink, lowering your gaze to the burning cracks surrounding your feet as you swallow, trying to compose yourself.
You won't act like a fool in front of him after all this time.
"My Lord husband." You manage to speak, eyelashes fluttering as you bring your gaze back to him. He still stands there, watching you, completely still except for those four eyes taking in every detail of your face. You try to summon your old confidence you had when near him, to address him the same way you did centuries ago, and take a step closer.
"I have missed you, my love." Your voice wavers, a shy smile on your lips that Uraume dutifully looks away from. He's here, he's before you once more, and it's overwhelming. You can't think properly, not with the heavy feel of his cursed energy settling like a comforting blanket over your form, not with the spike of excitement tearing through your core at the feel of his eyes on you.
He takes a step forward.
Then another, and another.
You can feel Wani step back from you in response, lowering his crocodile like head to the ground in submission as Sukuna comes closer. His face doesn't betray his emotions, but you notice small ticks that still give him away even when controlling another's body. The clench of his jaw, the way his nostrils flare as he breathes in your scent, the white of his knuckles as he squeezes his fists tighter before coming to a stop right before you. You watch as one hand raises, fingers coming close to your cheek as if to touch, to cup your face and pull you close. Your breathing stutters, the urge to lean forward and kiss him burning beneath your skin, but right as he's about to touch-
His hand freezes before you.
You don't move, watching as his two larger eyes turn to look at his hand with barely repressed frustration, his smaller eyes still locked onto your face.
"No." He mumbles, a hint of a snarl on his lips. His hand lowers, and you barely bite back the whimper of despair building in the back of your throat at his rejection. You were right - he doesn't want to see you, can't even bring himself to touch you after so many years apart. He grew bored of you, it's your worst fear come to life-
"No, I will not touch what is mine with the pathetic mortal hands of a vessel." He growls, all four eyes locking back onto you. "When I touch you again, wife, it will be with my own hands. Not the ones of this boy."
You visibly shudder, your body excited at the dark tone of his voice as he vows this before you. You can see his frustration turn to glee at the obvious reaction his words alone have on your body, smiling far too wide with more teeth than his vessel should have. He looms over you, eyes blazing a terrifying blood red that glows in the dying light of the fires surrounding you still. Your thighs clench, all too aware once more of how many years you haven't felt his rough touch on your skin.
"You will wait for me. Do you understand, flower?"
You're nodding your head before you even realize it, your hands coming up to press flat against your chest in a vain attempt to calm your pounding heart. Sukuna smirks, sharp canines glinting in the orange glow of the night and his eyes crinkling as they're pushed closed. His vessel's face really is much too small for him, you can't help but wonder how cramped he must feel stuck in another's skin. He leans away from you with an amused huff, his shoulders relaxed once more, hiding how much your presence effects him with practiced ease.
You take a deep, shuddering breath - the intensity of his attention focused solely on you leaving you weak at the knees. Wani moves his head closer to you once more, letting you lean against his scaly hide for support as Sukuna steps back towards Uraume.
You can tell by the sharp tension in his forearms that he's moving away from you to keep his own self control in check.
In that moment, you feel something…unlock. Sukuna notices as well, his head snapping towards the horizon as you feel the familiar energy of a shikigami ritual starting.
"My Lord?" Uraume asks, sensing the change as well.
"Urgent business." Is all he offers in response. "It won't be much longer till I'm free. Do not slack on our preparations." Uraume nods and bows forward once more as Sukuna's eyes drift back to you.
Sukuna: *Laughing and having the time of his life while the city burns around him*
Y/n:
Imagine your husband being so possessive over you that he won't even touch you with the vessel he took over. It really is "If I can't touch you, no can" XD
Warnings: this fic will include dark content and possible untagged elements such as noncon. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
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The tray balance on-top of two others leans dangerously. You angle with it to keep from disaster. You search for a place to put down the stack of coffee cups amid the agents sat around the tables and the devices and empty cups across the top.
No one notices you as they focus on the large screens and give directives. You go through the cups marked by balance of sugar and dairy. Jensen takes three sugar and three cream, Everett takes his black with a shot of espresso, and Barnes takes his with a single dash of milk. You cycle through the menial tasks of doling out caffeine. The last is Fowler. Plain black. Simple.
He focuses on the screen as the hazy noise of music rises from the speakers. There's a silence among the agents as they intently observe what's going. You don't dare look. Your credentials allow you to do the coffee runs and grunt work. You don't see any you aren't seen.
"We need to get in there..." Everett growls.
"No shit," Barnes retorts.
The two men scowl at each other. Jensen inhales nervously and Fowler sits back as he notices the freshly renewed cup. You clean up the empties as the agents fester in frustration.
"The woman." Fowler says and pauses to lick away a droplet of coffee from his lip. "That's the in."
"And what do you propose? This isn't your Tinder profile--" Barnes chides.
Fowler scoffs. "Jealous?" He sets his cup down and taps the side. "That's not what I mean but you know it's probably the easiest way in..."
Everett rolls his eyes and the other men groan. Fowler arches a brow and looks around as you drop the empty cups into the bin. The hollow clatter draws his attention. His cheek dimples.
"Mace is too old. Walker likes them young, doesn't he? All the other agents look like moms or worse, widows."
"Charming," Jensen comments.
"More than you, pal. Tell us again how Willa shot you down." Fowler rebuffs. Jensen sinks down.
You head for the door and something taps the table.
Your name stops you short. You nearly let out a squeak. You didn't think any of them knew it. You typically respond to the call of "intern" or snapping fingers.
You turn slowly. "Sir, is it the coffee?"
"Come here." He ignores your offer for a second run.
You glance around, wilting beneath the gazes of seniority. You cross the room, playing mindlessly with the security badge clipped to your belt, and approach Fowler. He spins his finger as you near.
“Spin.” He stands.
You take a step back but obey. You face the other agents and squirm. Fowler grabs your blouse at the sides and pulls it taut around your middle. You look down as your eyes round.
“Huh?” You utter.
“How old are you, sweetheart?” He asks.
You blink and shrug. You’re so confused and embarrassed you can barely think of the number. “Twenty-three, sir.”
“Bout the same age as Walker’s plaything.”
“Fowler, what are you on about?” Barnes crosses his arms and leans back, leg swaying.
“I know I’m the only one who can pull it off,” Fowler steps up beside you and slings his arm around your waist. You chafe and clasp your wrist to keep from collapsing. His other hand comes up to slide off your glasses. “Pop in some contacts, get some gloss on those lips,” he pokes your mouth with the end of the your glasses’ arm, “short dress…”
“She’s a goddamn intern,” Everett argues.
“Which means she’ll be believable as the mindless bimbo on my arm.” Fowler chuckles.
“Um, sir…” you protest weakly.
“Relax, honey. It comes with a pay raise.” He squeezes your side. “Besides, you’re young. Live a little.”
“The director’s never going to bite,” Everett snorts.
“Really? Maybe if you ask but she likes me.” Fowler folds up your glasses and hooks them over his jacket pocket. His arm slowly drags from around you. “We need to get in and we’re not gonna waltz in smelling of fuzz. So… she’s our way. Get in with the girlfriend or whatever.”
You sniff and frown.
“She’s gonna blow it. Look at her.” Barnes shakes his head.
“I got time to train her up right,” Fowler grins as he grips his hips. “Boys, how many times have I got shit done? Whole lot more than any of you.”
“If you exclude Barcelona,” Everett sneers.
“And Capetown.” Barnes adds.
You look around. “Um…”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Leave it to me.” Fowler turns and taps the tip of your nose. “I’ll get your clearance… and a stylist.” He saunters back and sits down. He lifts his coffee and you wring your hands.
“Uh, sir, my glasses…” You eke out.
He smirks. “Get rid of them.” He slides them off his pocket and holds them out. You take them and nod. “Good girl.”
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As much as your reticence keeps you in the background, it can just as easily get you into trouble. Your passiveness is hardly a defense to someone like Fowler. When he says something, he has no question that it will be heard. When he makes a decision, there’s not a single doubt that it’s what will happen.
It all goes by in a terrible whirlwind that leaves you breathless. You’re disoriented as you find yourself in a hotel room staring at a dress with too many straps. You cross your arms tightly as you chew your lip.
A soft noise brings your eyes up to the mirror to your right. Past the reflection of your new haircut and perfectly glowy face, you watch Fowler strap on his shoulder holster. Your nerves roil in your chest and you fidget. You look back to the dress and touch the glimmery fabric.
“Just follow my lead,” he says, for what would be the dozenth time. “We’ve gone over this.”
“Yes, sir.” You bring your thumb up to bite.
“No. No, sirs. I’m Tate and you’re Arielle. Remember the briefing.” He commands.
You flinch and look at him. “Sorry, I’m… I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. I got you.” He assures as he slides his gun into his holster.
You look down again. You pick up the dress and hide in the bathroom. You change into the tight fit and face your reflection. You look ridiculous. All you can see is cleavage and thigh.
“Arielle, honey,” Fowler calls to you as the low hum of music comes from the suite. “Can’t hide all night.”
You sigh and close your eyes. You gather what courage you have and go back out. Fowler has his jacket on as he skips the track on his phone. A slow R&B groove plays as you sit and pull on the too high shoes.
“Come on,” He beckons to you.
“What?” You stare at him. “I can’t dance.”
““Why don’t you try it and see what happens. Gotta make it believable.”
“Er… I don’t know.” You struggle to stand but gain your balance. Despite practicing in heels for weeks, you’re still unsteady.
“Don’t know how to dance? Jeez, honey, you’re too damn young not to do anything.” He nears and grabs your hand. He pulls you against him. “Just feel the music.
“Sir– Tate.” You babble.
“Like this.” He grips your hip and presses your pelvis into him, guiding your arm over his other shoulder. “Close, sway with me.”
You could melt as his warmth clouds around you and the scent of his cologne fills your nose. You mimic him as best you can, falling into the rhythm. He squeezes your hip, fingers stretching onto the cushion of your rear. He growls and inhales along your hair. His nose traces your forehead.
“Like that, good girl.” He coaxes as he moves you with him. “Pull your hand down, touch my chest.” He directs. You obey and feel his muscle through the layers. His collar is undone and shows off the top of his muscled chest. “Is that so hard?” He asks.
“Um… no, it’s… it’s okay,” you say.
“Well…” He moves his hand across the back of your skirt. “I know I am.”
He chuckles and kisses your forehead. You wince and push on his chest. Does he mean what you think? He snickers and squeezes your ass before he lets go.
“Gotta get used to it, honey,” he rubs his fingertips with his thumb. “Gonna have to play this out. Make it believable.”
“I know, I’m trying…”
“You can do it, sweetheart, I know you can.” He tugs on the top of his belt and turns, shifting as if to adjust his pants. “You know, it doesn’t all have to be work.” He grabs his phone and stops the music. “A little play never hurt anyone.”
You know, without the implication of the ending, this could've been the start of a romance between them. But no... Nick will do as Nick does and get what he wants.
