pairing- villian! yandere! gojo x reader x hero! sukuna
Everything happens for a reason, you were still trying to find it. Stuck between two insane(ly sexy) men, that both want to change you? Who would you side with?
cw- MDNI, no smut yet, domestic voilence,
wc- 3006
<- proulouge
You reached for the pen next to you, unconsciously biting into the end of it. Stressed wasn't good enough to describe what you were, You were burned out, and exhausted. Your boss, Gojo Satoru, had been hammering down on reports lately and you could hardly handle all the work before, now? Now you were just a wreck.
Gojo had to know no human could get all this work done, right? Well, he didn't, he truly expected you to get all the work done. You skipped your lunch break, honestly you forgot to take it. Engrossed in your work.
The next hours spent with you clicking on a key board, eyes even becoming bloodshot. You didn't realize how late it was until your coworkers had started to file out.
Your boss left the building first, throwing the keys to you with a sly grin, and a wink. “Make sure ya’ close up good.” He said before sauntering off. Then most of your co-workers filed out, clocking out for the night.
You stayed far into the night, it was roughly around eleven pm when your phone started ringing. Your fiance on the other line, you sighed already knowing where this was going.
You answered, tucking the phone into your neck so you could keep typing. “Where the fuck are you Y/N?” He asked, his words slightly slurred.
“I'm at work baby.” You mumbled, eyes zoning in on your computer. “Are you drinking?” You questioned, your voice remaining calm although his, most definitely was not.
“No.” He hissed. “Your whoring yourself out to that, ah whats his name-“ you cut him off before he could finish his words, everytime (albeit it was often) you worked late he accused you of the same thing!
“I am not.” You replied, frustration starting to fill your words. “I'm just trying to get this all done tonight.” You spoke, a hand moving to massage your temple.
“Then, since you're totally not whoring yourself out to your boss.” He spoke, mockery coating his words. “You wouldn't mind me picking you up then, right?” He questioned, his voice holding an accusatory tone.
“No baby, of course I wouldn't mind.” You sighed, genuinely realizing you wished he was sober, because that would be nice. “But you're drunk, and I've already told you I will not get in the car with you when you're drinking.”
“Yeah i fuckin’ knew you were fucking him.” He shouted. “My cock not good enough for you anymore, huh?” You hung up the phone, deciding not to deal with him anymore tonight, well until you got home at least.
Within thirty minutes there was loud shouting coming from the front of the building, and well you didn't have to be a genius to figure out who it was. You were embarrassed and sincerely disgusted.
You grabbed your coat and walked outside the building, shoving fiery words down your throat so you didn't make it worse. “This is my job.” You remarked, eyes looking for his car. You realized he took at least some of your advice and walked. “And you're making a scene.” You spoke as you looked up at your fiance.
Brown curly hair, blowing in the wind. Pajamas too big for his frame, falling down off of him. He was gorgeous, stunning, and you loved him dearly despite his faults.
He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from your place of employment. You're lucky you didn't have to clock out, Gojo paid you for every hour of your days, since you were always on call for anything he needed.
You let your fiance drag you away, well you did until you realized he was not heading in the direction of your shared apartment. “Where are we going?” He remained silent, you pulled on him slightly trying to get out of his stone cold grip.
“So would you just fuck any guy for a few dollars?” He mumbled, your whole body tensed. “Cause i definitely got some friends who would pay real good to tap that.”
“Let me go Ryu.” You shouted, your voice quivering. Sure, he had said some similar stuff before, but this time it felt real, like you were at a real risk of being hurt. The streets were empty, unusually silent. Deserted.
You were lucky he was drunk. Lucky he stumbled. In that split second you freed yourself, running as fast as you could through the husk of the city.
Street lights illuminating your shadow, your heels clanking against the rough sidewalk. You didn't know where you were going, for fucks sake you didnt know where you were. All the buildings looked the same to you.
You ran yourself straight into an alleyway, your fate sealed as your lovely fiance corned you in. “You fucking bitch.” He grunted out before grabbing you by your hair. “You’ll fuck your boss for some more money, but wont do it for me?” His knee came down on your stomach, hard.
You doubled over in pain, hands clutching your abdomen. “You're the only person I've ever slept with.” You whispered.
“Yeah?” He questioned. “Then why are you always out with him?” He questioned again.
Something in you snapped at this moment, something telling you to finally stand up to him. To hell with your relationship! He was a no good, slimy piece of shit always thinking you're cheating because he was! You've forgiven him for that before, but what he did that night simply wasn't forgivable.
“Because you don't have a job!” You shouted. “I work my ass off so i can pay for your fucking life.” He slammed you into the backwall, air being knocked out of your lungs.
Sukuna wasn't tired, he realized he should be after the night he had but he simply wasn't. He stopped a bank robber, and he saved a life too. He should have felt accomplished with himself, yet he didn't.
He jumped roof top to roof top, heading in no particular direction. Wet blood clinging to the fabric of his costume, his blood. The wound was already healed, yet it still bothered him to see it. A reminder that even hero’s, the good guys are in fact mortal.
He was finite, he couldn’t go forever.
He heard a large bang pulling him out of his thoughts, following the commotion he found you, being beaten to near unconsciousness. Your fingers, scratching, at least attempting to scratch at your fiance.
He frowned. No part of him felt particularly inclined to help you, he actually never felt inclined to help people. Yet when the suits on, he must.
He pulled him off you quickly, slamming him into the wall. “What do you think you're doing?” He questioned your fiance, who now had a scared look in his eyes.
“Fervor?” Your fiance questioned. That was sukuna’s stupid hero nickname, he despised it. “It's not what it looks like!” Your fiance defended.
You forced yourself onto your feet, tears stemming from pain falling down your face. You jumped on the hero’s back, trying desperately to pull him off your fiance, you didn't want anything bad happening to him.
“He didn't mean it!” You shrieked as Sukuna, or as you knew him, Fervor grunted in confusion. It's not like you were strong, actually you were pathetically weak, embarrassingly so. It was simple confusion that had Sukuna letting your fiance slip away. Sukuna didn't chase him, he didn't know if he was supposed to.
“What are you doing?” His gruff voiced questioned as you kept hitting him, even though he was now gone, even though you were bloody, trembling, and could hardly stand.
He took you in, barely illuminated by the light. You were cute he realised, even though you were bloody and crying. He liked girls like you, girls smaller than him, and loyal. Which he could see you clearly were.
You cried harder, your hits growing weaker. “Please.” You mumbled now, words he could hardly make out. “I don't know what to do.” Your voice cracked as you spoke.
“Is he your boyfriend?" Sukuna asked. “Fiance.” You corrected. He frowned under his mask, realizing you probably lived together.
Sukuna didn't feel bad for you per se, but he knew what it was like to have nowhere to go, to be hurt by the ones who are supposed to love you indefinitely.
Sukuna thought of bringing you back to his,but well there were too many problems there. For starters his identity, he thought of carrying you to a hotel but he knew the tabloids would go crazy on that.
“Do you have anywhere to go?” He asked gently, regarding you cautiously. He knew you were only running on adrenaline, he knew you were in so much pain.
“No.” You mummered. “I have nobody.”
“A friend?" The masked man asked, to which you shook your head. “Even a co-worker?”
You thought of your boss. Gojo satoru, the man you spent even more time with than your supposed boyfriend. The rich pretty boy, next to be CEO of a major pharmaceutical company, as well as a fucking model.
It was unprofessional to call him, downright an HR violation. But you weren't thinking clearly, and you spent so much time with him already, you knew he wouldn't see it that way.
Satoru jumped when his work phone started ringing so late into the night. Eyebrows knitting together when he saw it was you, he watched you already leave for the night, with your excuse of a man , fiance. There was no reason for you to be calling him so late.
He answered on the second ring.
He bit hard into his cheek as he heard your sniffle. “Y/n?” He questioned, sitting up on his couch. Because of course he wasn't sleeping at nearly two am.
“I'm sorry I know this is unpro-.” He cut you off quickly, not caring about the ethics. “Where are you?” He asked, a rare serious version of him slipping out.
You mumbled off what the area looked like, and he sent a driver. Sukuna was a little bummed to hear that another man was ‘saving’ you, after all wasn't he your knight and shining armor? He bit back a scoff, and then waited with you in silence for the car.
You thanked the hero, told him you wished he had a great night, and then climbed into the car. The car ride was silent, your mind filled with self deprecating thoughts.
You wished things were different, you wished your (ex?) fiance was different. He wasn't always such a cruel man, he was quite kind when you met. You figured it must have been something you did then. You frowned.
You thought about the wedding you had planned, how excited you once were for it. The invitations were already sent, and the dress was already bought. You frowned harder.
You wondered what your parents, if they were still around, would say. You wondered how disappointed they would be in you. Your thoughts then moved on to empathizing with your fiance. You knew he was just hurt, and you wished you could help him, but clearly you could not.
You were dropped off in front of his complex, you already knew your way to Gojo’s penthouse but you still called to let him know you had arrived. He opened the door, pale blue eyes scrutinising each cut, each bruise that showed on your face. He frowned and moved to let you in.
He didn't ask what happened, he more or less pieced it together. One thing he wanted to know though, is why tonight was different from all the others, he knew you previously had. He wanted to know the reason you called him.
He gave you fresh warm clothes and offered you a shower, you obliged. The warm water smoothed your tight muscles, but stung on your cuts and scrapes. The adrenaline having mostly worn off by now. You pulled the fresh clothes and walked out to find him sitting on the couch, two mugs of warm chamomile tea on his table.
You sat down next to him, fingers still shaking. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, tilting his head, glasses falling down the slim of his nose until he pushed them back into place. You shook your head. “Do you wanna talk at all?” He questioned.
You looked up at him, your big eyes still beautiful even though your face was swollen. “Please.” You replied, your voice hoarse and gruff.
“Vouge has literally been begging me to do cover.” He spoke, quickly and smoothly changing the topic and making you light up slightly. He gave you a goofy smile. “But I told you right a while ago now, though huh?” You hummed. “Well whatever, I'm way too good for them anyway.” He joked.
There was a lot more behind his words, part of it being that he wanted to slip out of the public eye. He didn't have to explain, meaning to you, you just understood.
That's one of the big reasons he liked you, kept you close. You understood him, maybe not cosmically, hardly really, since there was so much you didn't know. So much he didn't want you to know. But you understood him more than most.
The two of you fell into airy conversation, easy conversation. Taking your mind off the night, making you laugh slightly.
“I would treat you so much better than him.” He suddenly spoke, breaking a silence. You looked at him, your eyes earnest and truthful, practically speaking to him, telling him you felt the same. Well of course your eyes weren't really speaking to him.
You stayed silent, actually.
You slept in his guest bedroom, comfortably. Gojo was up long before you, already out on another busy day. You still woke early though. He left a hoodie, many to sizes too big for you on the counter in the bathroom as well as a pair of sweats. You smiled at the gesture. He also left you a note on the counter in his kitchen.
“I had to go super early this morning ughh :< nyways your welcome to stay as long as you need ofcourse.
I hope to see you in the office later, even if only for a second. I dont know what to do without my assistance!!! :((( BUT dont feel pressured, i want you to be good firsttt !!
what elseee is theyre. Oh! Call me if you need anything im not just your boss silly, i hope you dont see this rlsh purely professional BECAUSE i most definitely consider you my very best freind.
ps, there's an extra toothbrush for you in the cabinet”
You found the letter adorable, even laughing slightly. You knew you weren't going to be staying another night though, he was your boss no matter what he said.
You used the spare toothbrush that Gojo had mentioned. You took in your face as you brushed your teeth, a large black eye with a bursted blood vessel. Your lip cracked open, as well as numerous other smaller bruises scattered across your face.
There were bruise marks in the shape of hands across your neck. You were also sure your ribs were broken, fractured at the very least. You felt self conscious about the arrays of wounds, wishing you had your makeup bag.
You walked to the train station, boarding quickly. You were lucky to have found a seat on such a crowded train, but you were grateful. A raw searing pain held in your abdomen when you stood.
You pulled the hood of Gojo’s hoodie on your head, tucking yourself into it. A pitiful attempt to hide the injuries so prominent on you. Your eyes landed on a man that looked scarily familiar to you, but you couldn’t really place why.
Salmon colored hair sticking out in puffs, large muscles showing through his white button up. Tattoo’s coated him, peaking out on his hands and even his face. He was tall too, insanely.
His eyes briefly flickered to you, so you tucked yourself further into your hoodie, sniffling. When you got off the train, you called an uber to take you to your apartment complex, you wanted to walk but it just hurt too bad.
Your ex (you were sure now) fiance wasn't there. The place was ransacked, pillows disorganized holes punched in the walls. It wasn't like this when you left yesterday morning. You frowned and sat down on the couch.
You clicked on your phone, calling multiple lock companies to see who could be here the fastest, eventually finding one who swore it would be done within the next four hours. While you waited you grabbed all of your ex’s stuff (it wasn't much, because you definitely didn't consider it his if you paid for it), packed it in his bags and left it in the lobby.
The locksmith eventually came, swiftly changing out your lock for a new one. One with only one key. You smiled feeling accomplished and then suddenly overwhelmed.
To calm yourself you decided to take a nice trip to a park near you. A park with lush green tree’s, something rare in the city, and a large pond where swans and geese alike swimmed. You usually brought seeds to feed them but weren't in quite the mood that day.
You didn't pay much attention to your surroundings when you were there. No clue of who, what surrounded you. It was when you were there your ex called.
You flinched at his original shout before calmy explaining that he could either get the fuck out of your apartment complex, or you would call the cops. He chose the cops, you hung up on him and prepared yourself mentally for the rest of your long day.
You typed out a text to Gojo, your boss. “I'm really sorry, I can't come in today, gotta deal with my fiancée :(.” He replied rather quickly. “Aww, hope everything goes well :D, be safe.”
pairing- villian! yandere! gojo x reader x hero! sukuna
Everything happens for a reason, you were still trying to find it. Stuck between two insane(ly sexy) men, that both want to change you? Who would you side with?
cw- MDNI, supa short cuz its the prologue lmao, domestic violence, gunna b lots of smut j later
Sky scrapers that reached for the sky, rats scurrying through the streets, crowded trains you could hardly board. This was home to Ryomen Sukuna.
He was content with his days, hard, boring paperwork though the day. Nights packed with more than a human should be able to take. Actually he wasn't sure he was exactly human, something close but still not quite.
He boarded the crowded train, shirt taut against his muscles as he looked around. He watched as a young woman sniffled, head held firmly in her hoodie. Clear visible bruises covered her face. He turned the other way, not offering her any kindness.
He got off at his stop, ignoring the homeless begging for spare change. Begging for help. Why would he offer them anything, he thought to himself. What did he owe them? Nothing, he mused, he didn't owe anybody anything.
He walked into the bustling office building with his back straight, he offered no co-workers small talk, though a few tried. Sitting in his chair, and opening his laptop a small groan pulled from his lips as he checked his emails, a new project waiting for him on the digital screen.
He popped his earbuds into place, the news flooding his ears. “We are live at the scene where, fervor stopped a burglary just last night.” The reporter spoke, her voice a little too light for his tastes, especially since she was reporting on something he bled for.
“We're here with Miss. Zela, a bank clerk saved by the grace of fervor.” He tuned out the rest of the report, zeroing in on his work.
His lunch break came before he knew it and he found himself sitting at a park, stuffing his food into his mouth while scrolling on his phone. He was disgustingly hungry, eating more than the average person.
The park was small and quiet. A small pond taking up the majority of the land. Peaceful white swans filling their days by swimming back and forth. The few scattered trees were a lush green, something rare to see in the city.
His eyes flickered up from his phone again, eyes landing on the girl from the train, the girl with rough purple and blue bruises over-taking her face. The girl was you.
You sat on a small bench, ear tucked in between your neck and phone.You flinched at something, he assumed somebody, yelling at you on the other side. The self proclaimed hero did nothing but flick his eyes back to his phone.
Gojo Satoru smiled into the camera as they flashed in his face, his fingers itching for his phone as he felt it buzz. Ugh, he hated the paparazzi, the eyes constantly on him, the lack of freedom. All anybody ever wanted from him was a show, but he simply wasn't in the mood to give it today.
Climbing into the backseat of his driver's car, his pale oceanic blue eyes rolling into his head as soon as the door shut, a scoff falling out of his mouth. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, seeing what, who texted him. You, his lovely assistant.
The text read. “I'm really sorry, I can't come in today, gotta deal with my fiancée :(.” He rolled his eyes at your text, but then he decided he didn't mind. He knew what you were talking about, concealer only covered so much. He just wanted you to deal with it before it started to affect your work, his work.
Clicking his tongue he typed out “Aww, hope everything goes well :D, be safe.” His thumb nail found its way to his mouth after he discarded his phone biting hard into it.
The driver drove past a small park, that's where he saw you. Just sitting there, clearly on the phone. Bruises covering your face, hoodie pulled up. He bit harder into his thumb. His eyes flicked back to his phone, and he played a mindless game before the car pulled into the hospital, where he was set to visit his ill father.
The elevator ride up to the sixth was silent, and he didn't mind it. Pushing open the door to his fathers room roughly, it bangs against the wall. “Hi.” He spoke to no response, his father incapable of responding. Only listening.
“Well.” Gojo spoke a dumb smile playing on his lips. “I guess I'll tell you what you wanna know.”
pairing- villian! yandere! gojo x reader x hero! sukuna
Everything happens for a reason, you were still trying to find it. Stuck between to insane(ly sexy) men, that both want to change you? Who would you side with?
lowk ab to write hero sukuna x reader x villian gojo cuz theyres sm potentojna theyre n the manga got me thinkin ab sukuna on a path of goodddd ahhh idk
You were marked, branded with memories of the past you would never be able to get rid of. Yet he was to, black tattoo’s, marking of a criminal forced upon his skin.
cw- MDNI, child abuse, angst, mentioned rape, domestic violence, arranged marriage, not with kuna tho, murder, suicidial ideatoins, panic attacks, true form kuna, mentioned canibilism
Sukuna wanted something to break, but god you were already shattered. Curiosity in your cracks quickly leads to something more than just that.
Your mind was messy, askew as you looked at the man, correction monster, you owed your life to. He resembled something that crawled out of a nightmare, a demon came living.
Four lanky arms strapped to his inhumanely buff torso. He was large, scarily so, towering over you. At least a foot taller than you. A large mouth plastered on his stomach, making your own churn.
Tattoo’s resembling one of a criminal marked his body. Tattoo’s you, yourself bore, but not as extensively as him. Yours taking up your wrists. The tenebrous lines bore a constant reminder of who, what you are.
You briefly wondered how they could have held him down to tattoo him, but that thought was fleeting as your eyes focused on his face. Four eyes, two slits closed. Bone protruding from the skin on the left side of his face. You wondered if it hurt, you figured it did.
He scowled as he looked down at you, like he was better than you. Truth be told he was, he might be a monster but at least he did it proudly, he would never have found himself in a situation like you. He was a beast, a brute that never tried to hide it.
You frowned, as he walked away from you, once again. Not daring to speak to you, the true monster. You revolted even him, disgusted the man whose favorite meal was human flesh.
You showed yourself around his temple. Bare feet smacking against the hard dark wood. It was clean, exactly what you expected, empty of life. No decorations took up the walls, no signs of existence. The temple was devoid of emotion.
You were quick to find your way to your corridors. Futon folded on the floor, you wondered if it was him who folded it but realized quickly one of the few other attendants must have.
Depression wasn't an emotion foreign to you, but ah hows the saying go? Depression can't hit a moving target, and for at least the past year you were moving. Only resting to sleep, and even then it was rushed.
Within minutes of you being in that room, alone, and having nothing to do, your breath came out in gasps. Panic sharp claws digging its way into your lungs. Tears flooding your eyes at such a rate it must have put the genesis flood to shame.
You didn't want to be here, scratch that you didn't want to be at all. You wanted death to come find you, grace you with its presence. Put an end to your suffering, because isn't that all your life has been? A life of agony was all you knew.
Your feverish gasps of panic grew hoarse as a certain realisation dawned upon you. The one that everything, all of it, was your fault. There was nobody else to blame but you.
Sukuna’s bare feet crushed the grass he walked upon, sticking it, smushing it back into the earth. He was angry, livid, just about boiling over with the fiery emotion.
Why were you even here? Why did he allow you into his home? He thought you were strong! I mean you did do that, and no weak minded person does something to that degree. He scoffed as he thought of you.
He was clearly and utterly mistaken. You were, and this he knew from just looking at you, a pitiful joke of a woman. Broken, shattered. You weren't fixable, and he didn't want something to fix, he wanted something to break. And you can't break what's already broken.
Sukuna’s footsteps came to a halt as he neared a cliff. Water crashing against the rough walls of it. It was a divine view, but sukuna never cared about such trivial things. He watched as the rough sea water continued its work of deteriorating the already rough cliff.
The weeks quickly blurred.
You still disliked sukuna, he still hated you. But you did find slight solace in his company, in his silent company. He hardly ever spoke to you, and when he did it was simply to reprimand you. You hadn't had a house to clean in far too long of a time, so you were a little rough around the edges.
He tsk’ed as he watched you scrub his floor on your knees. But besides that he stayed silent, eyes zoning in on the rough tattoos that overtook your forearm.
“When?” He asked, tearing your attention away from the floor as you looked up at him. His eyes were still trained on your wrist.
“Huh?” You questioned, before you realized what he meant. “Oh.” You placed the sponge you were scrubbing with down to pull your sleeves up. “Almost two years ago now.”
He looked at all of them now, almost studying them. He didn't bother asking if they hurt, he knew they did.
“I'm curious.” You spoke, and he hummed. “How did they force you down for yours?” You asked, your voice taking a gentle tone as you spoke on a sensitive, for you at least, topic.
His lips pulled into a frown. “I was a kid.” He replied calmly. He realized he had never told anybody that, he never had anyone to tell.
“I'm sorry.” You mumbled.”You shouldn't have gone through that.” You suddenly understood Sukuna, a little bit more. “We should kill them.” You half-joked, a small smile tugging on your lips.
“I already did.” He shrugged. “Why did you kill your whole family?” He then immediately questioned, as if he's been waiting to ask.
You then shrugged in return, the only response you offered him before you went back to scrubbing the floors.
It was a rainy night when Sukuna woke up to your screams of horror. You often had sleep terrors, and frankly this had become a daily occurrence. He was tired of it.
The monster barged into your room. He spent a second watching the way your small body twisted in displeasure, shook. He walked closer and nudged your shoulder, a scream full of terror ripping from your lungs as you woke.
In your dream you were back there. At your childhood home, the house where you ruined everything.
In your dream you remembered the distinctive sounds of mothers voice as she broke the harsh news to you. “You are to be married to Ōso from the Fujiwara family.” She spoke, her voice coming off as gentle, the way it always did, even though her words sentenced you to hell.
Ōso was a slimy man, more than double your age. He was supposed to marry your sister but she ran far before it could happen. That man harassed and did unspeakable things to you during your adolescence. You simply refused to let him touch you again.
“No.” You replied, your voice cracking even though you tried to keep it stable. “I refuse.” Your hands shook as memories you tried to resurface flooded your mind, memories of large hands stealing your innocence away from you, while you were still a child.
You wouldn’t give that disgusting man kids, you knew what he did to them.
“You have no choice, in this matter.” Your dad scoffed. “You are being married to him.”
“I am not.” You replied, voice lower than you intended. Holding no actual bite to it. You were powerless, you knew you had no choice.
Your sister thought she did, and well look where she is now. Dead, slaughtered without a second thought when they found her. Not for running away, but for the small theft she committed so she could live after she ran away.
You didn't have it in you to run. You were weak-willed, always second guessing yourself. And your parents knew that.
In an instant your father was standing, slapping you harshly across the face, before grabbing the collar of the dress you wore. “You will be marrying him.” He spoke.
For the first time in your life you stood up for yourself. “I will not.” You repeated, your words finally holding something in them.
His hands were back on you fast, instead of meek slaps, punches were being thrown. Punches hard enough to bruise. “You should be grateful.” Your father spat as he landed a particularly rough hit, breaking skin on your bottom lip and blood pooling out. “He wants to marry a whore like you.” He continued on.
You were married to the crass man less than three months later. It was that night you snapped. You couldn't live with yourself, at the disgusting feeling of having that man inch into you, at the realization that you're letting him. That you eventually would have children with him.
You hurled in the bathroom after he finished, raw nails scrapping at your skin. It was him, your husband you targeted first, an insane rush of adrenaline, (something that would later be explained to you as cursed energy) filling you.
You wanted him to feel worse than he had ever made you feel. You took your time inching your nail into his neck, the same way he took his time fucking you into the mattress. You watched in satisfaction as blood gurgled out of his mouth, pooling around him.
Your rampage didn't end there, your parents next, and then your younger brother because you realized the village would ostracize him for your actions, and you rather it end for him now while he still only knew happiness.
“Sukuna?” You questioned as you awoke back into reality, feeling wet tears straining your face. You let out a relieved gasp as you realized it was him, and you were in fact not sixteen again.
“What happened?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, yet still holding a rough edge.
His words succeeded in making you cry harder, gasping for air. Your fingers grasped onto his shirt as you looked for something to steady yourself to prove this was reality, and you were finally gone.
“It's not my fault.” You whimpered out in between gasps for air. You reminded Sukuna of a hurt puppy at this moment. “I couldn't live like that.” You choked out.
Sukuna wondered if you expected him to comfort you, he didn't. You didn't want him to. He listened as you rambled on, not quite understanding your words through the sobs.
“I killed my twin brother.” Sukuna eventually said, not to offer any comfort, more to shut you up. He succeeded, your sobs falling silent.
“Why?” You questioned, beady eyes, still brimming with tears looking up at him. He scoffed on instinct. “It was when we were in my mothers stomach.” He remarked. “And the reason I have all these.” He thought for a moment. “Limbs.”
“The townspeople labelled me a monster.” He spoke. “Twins are already bad luck, worse when the other eats one.” He remarked eyes looking at you.
The both of you stayed silent for moments, each of you knowing there was so much about the other you yet to know, but both of you deciding you wanted to know.
“Does it hurt?” You gently asked, looking at the left side of his face.
“It used to.” He replied, eyes moving from you to look somewhere else. He was suddenly extremely uncomfortable, the thought of killing you striking him. He pushed it to the side, and finally realized why he hadn't, wasn't going to hurt you.
He realized he felt the same as you, broken beyond repair. He never, ever, would be so weak as you to admit that, to show it, but in that moment he was strong enough to admit it to himself.
a/n im ngl i asked my tarrot cards for plot ideas n got this so :D, idk ab a second chapter yet well see
lowk ab to write hero sukuna x reader x villian gojo cuz theyres sm potentojna theyre n the manga got me thinkin ab sukuna on a path of goodddd ahhh idk
The beach was, to put it simply, euphoric. Drugs, sex, and the promise of death at every corner. It brought a rush- mostly from the coke, that you had never felt before.
The borderlands brought a part of you, a part you never even thought existed out. Forcing you to put aside your morals, let the raw bare animistic human urges come out.
You, surely, thrived here. It was a paradise, well, besides the sure fire promise of death. To forget about your silly nine to five job, forget about your overly clingy and jealous boyfriend. To forget.
“I don't think your priorities are in line.” Spoke the fake blonde sitting on your bed, as he watched you fiddle with your lipgloss. Left with nothing but the makeup you had in your purse was shitty. But at least you could work with it. I mean, you surely couldn't die without a full beat.
“Do you want me to die, chishiya?” You hiccuped. “While looking like a mole rat!” You didn't have to look to know he rolled his eyes.
Chishiya didn't like you, no, better terminology would be that he couldn’t stand you. You were always overly loud, and always had something to say. Nothing important to say either.
But he knew you held some, emphasis on the some, value. It wasn't in you, or who you were per se, more so the people attracted to you. Swarming around you like flies to a cold body.
“I see you've come to terms with your sure death.” It was your turn to roll your eyes now.
Your opinions on chishiya were, well they weren't much. He was company, not good nor bad.
Sure you thought he was a little full of himself, but well, most people are. And he was surprisingly easy to talk to. Always knew what to say, always listening to your silly rants.
“Chishi? What do you think?” A hum was your response. “Bout’ the borderlands, like what it actually is?” He perked up at your question.
“Who knows?”
Again, you rolled your eyes. "I'm asking what you think’ not what you know.” Chishiya stayed silent for almost a full minute. “I haven't thought about it enough.”
“I think t’is probably a big glitch in the matrix.” You turned back in your chair to look at him, the smallest, and I mean smallest smile splayed out on his lips.
He didn't answer you. You didn't expect him to.
A calm silence filled the room as you moved to get dressed. You didn't bother hiding yourself, or telling him to look away as you changed. Nudity had become so common here that you didn't find the need, people were constantly having public sex.
“How many days are left on your visa?” You mindlessly asked as you began to tie the top of your bikini. “Four.” He replied.
Chishiya didn't think much of you changing in front of him. He had become somewhat desensitized to nudity after working in the hospital, plus being here. But I mean, he is a man afterall.
“You?” He asked as you finished getting dressed into your flimsy, showy bikini. “Two i think, i really should be going to a game soon.”
The conversation fell silent once again as your eyes fixated onto Chishiya's hair. You took notice of how soft it looked, even from all the bleach.
“How’d you do that?” You asked, as you began to move closer to him. Falling down onto the spot in the bed next to him. “Do what?” He replied.
“Your hair?”
“What about it?”
You unconsciously reached out to touch it, but quickly realized what you were doing and withdrew your hand. “It looks so soft, y'know? Even with the bleach.” You swore you saw a smile pop up on his lips, but even if you did it was once again gone before you could even remember it. “How do you do that?”
“Who knows.” He replied, back in his usual snarky voice. You fought the frown of your face.
“Can I touch it?” You asked, as your hand once again began the movements to pat his head. “No.” He curtly replied, your hand falling back down to its side.
“Why not!” You whined.
“What do I get if I let you touch it?”
A pout pulled at your lips as you gave him your best impression of puppy dog eyes. “Well what do you want?” You replied.
His eyes flickered to your chest for a brief moment, and that's when your idea struck. “How much are you willing to give?” He asked, as you mindlessly pulled down on the middle of your bikini.
You moved closer to him again, your head leaning into his. Mouth’s almost touching. “Ill give you as much as you’ll take.” You spoke.
It was him who closed the distance, mouth smashing into yours as a heated kiss took place. He harshly pushed you down into the bed as your finger intertwined with his hair. You were right, it was unbelievably soft.
You mewled as chishiya bit down hard on your bottom lip, demanding, not asking, for entrance into your mouth. You quickly complied, parting your lips to give him just enough access to slip his tongue into your mouth.
It had been a long while since Chishiya let go like this, and he definitely didn’t expect to be doing this with you. But here he was, tongue dancing with you. Salvia pooled in your mouth, slowly dribbling over the edge as he briefly pulled away from the kiss, another string of salvia keeping you both connected.
Chishiya smiled as he looked down at you before applying wet sloppy kisses across your neck. Whimper after whimper fell from your soft lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying desperately to find friction.
“Be patient baby.” He breathed into your neck before he harshly bit into your neck. A possessive wave washed over him, and he wanted everyone to know you were his.
Chishiya pulled up your bikini top and began to apply wet kisses across your chest, sucking on your nipple while rolling the other one in between his fingers.
“Please!” You mewled as he bit into your left nipple. “Didnt i say to be patient?” He asked before beginning to yank off your swim bottoms. “You can do that right?” He mocked.
You pitifully nodded as two of his fingers sunk into you, his thumb briefly brushing against your clit. He was going to rub it, but then he figured you didnt deserve that yet.
“O-oh chi!” You mewled. “Right th-eyre!”
In a second he pulled his fingers out of you, notiching just how soaked they were. He stuffed his fingers into your mouth as you whined.
“Stop being so greedy.” He huffed before slamming into you, fingers making you gag as he did so. You didn't even realize he pulled his pants down.
The stretch was almost painful, but Chishiya didn't wait for you to get comfortable, quickly thrusting in and out of you. Drool dribbled down your chin as you slowly lost your mind, getting drunk on his cock.
Chishiya pulled his fingers out of your mouth, smearing the spit left on them all over your face.
The industry was just simply toxic. Directors and managers demand so much, while the fan’s even more so. You could just simply never be pretty enough, cute enough. Just never enough.
“please dont go”
“your the only one who see’s my soul”
paring- Aqua x insecure! actor!
“Cant quit the show.”
“ive signed the dotted line”
“and I’ve fucked every devil”
cw- eating disorders, anorexia, bullying
“suffering and pain its worth it.”
A/N im rlly happy with how like how i got the essence of the song so yay
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The industry was just simply toxic. Directors and managers demand so much, while the fan’s even more so. You could just simply never be pretty enough, cute enough. Just never enough.
You would have left by now, retired. But you had already given so much, your whole childhood for starters. Your innocence. And so much more.
It was all you knew, and you craved it. The lights on you, the posts, all of it. You were just as fame crazy as all the other crazy bitches that took up the industry.
Even though you knew you could never actually be enough, you fully fought for it. Constantly working out till you puke, rehearsing your lines until your mind went numb.
Nobody understood, not even other actors your age. Nobody understood just how much you gave. Nobody understood until you met him. Aqua Hoshino. A man who gave his all to the industry, or more like finding somebody in it.
He’s the only one who didn't tell you to slow down, even encouraged you to push harder. He saw what those mean sub-communities said about you, saw how they tore into you, and he encouraged you to prove them wrong.
It was late at night when he said it. A late night where you were both tired, beyond exhausted, and some stupid little thing led the both of you into a petty, completely out of character argument.
“You fight for relevance." He mumbled underneath his breath before grabbing his things. “Nobody even watches the shows you're in.” And then he walked out. Leaving you to simmer with his words, words you've feared since you were a child.
It was those words that made you falter, opportunities slipping from your hands as you spiraled. Hands constantly pinching at anything they could on your body as you began to eat less and less.
Aqua realized what was happening when you collapsed on set, your head making a big SMACKING sound as it hit the ground. For the first time, in a long time, Aqua felt bad for something he said.
You woke with your head situated in his lap, his hand rubbing small circles into your scalp. “You're perfect, just so you know.” He spoke when he realized your eyes were open.
“Thank you.” You muttered waiting for the lightheadedness to leave your body before you sat up. “You were right though.”
“I wasn't." He sighed. “You're more popular than any of us.” He spoke silently.
You moved up in his lap, climbing into it so you could hold his face. “Please don't leave me like that again aqua.” You're the only one who understands.
A small pink blush found its way upon his face.
“Im with Akane." He muttered. You knew they’re relationship was simply for publicity so you didn't care. “Fuck those other cunts.” You replied
It was him who kissed you, pulling you into a harsh kiss, one he, unbeknown to you, had been craving. It was a sloppy kiss, teeth clanking against each others.
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