𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓼 ✩︎

道常无名 @ᴇʟᴜᴍɪɴɪᴇꜱꜱ // ᴀᴏ3

[eluminiess]

his last letter to you | satoru gojo

hey, baby!

you'll probably find this letter pretty late somewhere in your messy room (kidding. not really, though). i hid it pretty well, didn't i?

honestly, there were so many things i wanted to say, but somehow i forgot all of them :( there's just been too much on my mind lately. especially with that idiot sukuna and everything else. but you know, right now, while i'm sitting in your ridiculously dusty room, none of it feels all that important anymore.

you forgot to turn off your speaker again, by the way. the one blasting all your depressing songs. angel, stop listening to those so much! especially after you've been sad enough lately already. especially these past few days.

also, one of your fairy lights still doesn't work. i tried fixing it, got electrocuted instead, so... guess you'll just have to live with that now.

anyway, what i actually wanted to say is that this is my last letter.

wow. that sounds weird as hell to write. i think part of me always believed i'd have time to come back to this eventually. but now... for the first time, i'm not completely sure anymore.

i wrote a couple short notes for megumi and yuji too, but with you… i think there are things i genuinely wanted to say before the end.

damn it, my thoughts are getting tangled up again! but i really need you to know this: i have never been happier in my entire life than i was after meeting you.

you literally... glow? i don't even know how else to explain it. your kindness, the way you care about people, those cute eyes whenever you look at me – all of it gets to me every single time like it's the first time all over again. and honestly? i didn't even think it was possible to fall for you more than i already had.

i used to think being "the strongest" wasn't all that great. but when you let me become part of your world, i finally understood why i was given all this strength in the first place. like maybe i was meant to protect you. to fight for you. for our future – the one where we were supposed to have so many more stupid, fun, beautiful things ahead of us.

and we still will. i promise.

as for the past... i don't regret anything.

everything i did was for people, for sorcerers. for you. so you could keep smiling that pretty smile every day. so you'd never be bored, so you could stay happy.

you shouldn't regret anything either, okay? and please don't cry, angel. i really can't stand seeing you sad. and please, please don't spend your whole life waiting for someone… who's already gone. that would be unbelievably boring, seriously.

and finally, don’t turn my room into some weird shrine or something! that’d be just creepy :(

i could probably write something very mature and reasonable here, too. something like "forget me and move on." but honestly? i don't want that at all. and i know you wouldn't want it either.

so just... remember the good things, okay? us. the way we laughed, argued, went on dates together. that'll be enough.

and if i'm being completely honest, i think i'm a little… tired ;) tired of waiting for someone else to appear. i mean, another strongest. someone who'll make this world even better, protect even more people. but someday, there'll be someone like that. if something goes wrong in my fight with sukuna.

and if something really does go wrong…please don't look at my body.

shit. i try not to think about stuff like that. i mean, i'm still the strongest and hottest sorcerer, right? but i probably wouldn't have become who i am if there weren't people in my life worth fighting for. and there are.

and as long as you're still in my life, i promise i'll fight until the very end.

p.s. if i do come back after all, pretend you never read this. this is honestly so embarrassingly dramatic. but at least we'll get to laugh about it together afterward.

and if i don't...

just remember that i lived. and i loved. god, i loved you so much it was actually terrifying sometimes.

i love you, angel.

i always will.

in this world and the next one too.

your favorite, ridiculously handsome boyfriend,

satoru :>

always.

[eluminiess]

[18+ nsfw] his succubus wife | naoya zenin

“what… what the fuck?”

naoya practically jumped off the bed, jerking upright so fast it looked like he’d been electrocuted. his quick barefoot steps across the floor gave away just how genuinely shocked he was, though a second later he was already trying to bury it beneath his usual irritated arrogance. running a hand through his messy hair and pushing it back, he stared at you wide-eyed.

just ten minutes ago, you’d been sitting in his lap, slowly dragging your palms over his chest, down his tense stomach, lower and lower. back then, there still was a smug grin playing on his lips.

“well, guess i got myself a pretty obedient wife. other bitches get one chance to show attitude and become fucking unbearable.”

you let out a quiet hum and leaned closer. your bare chest brushed against his skin while your hips rolled slowly side to side, feeling him grow harder with every second.

“so from now on, should i call you husband?” you purred, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“put it back. looked better before.”

naoya didn’t even wait for you to react before reaching over and messing your hair up again himself, letting the strands fall back across your face. for some reason, he hated that smug little smile on your lips. and especially the way your eyes lit up whenever you looked at him.

“and ‘husband’?” he scoffed. “you don’t call me anything unless i say you can. in public, you keep your head down and call me ‘master.’ at home…” his gaze dragged slowly over your body, and the sight of it grinding against his hard-on through his boxers was getting him worked up way too fast.

“…we’ll see. if you behave, maybe i’ll let you open that mouth without permission.”

he grabbed your chin without warning, turning your face from side to side like he was inspecting merchandise.

“at least you’re pretty. i don’t need a defective heir.”

“you really think so, master?” you drawled sweetly, rolling your hips again.

the fabric of his boxers was already starting to annoy the hell out of him. naoya clenched his jaw.

“take them off already. and put that mouth to better use.” zenin tipped his chin down toward the bulge in his underwear.

obediently, you slid down between his legs and tugged his boxers off before settling onto your knees.

“fuckin’— ngh—”

a broken sound slipped from naoya’s lips the second your fingers brushed over the wet tip. wrapping your hand loosely around him, you stroked slowly down his length and back up again, barely applying any pressure.

“put it in your mouth… now.” his voice had gone rough around the edges, and your smile only widened at that.

slowly, you dragged your tongue along the heated base, moving upward toward the tip and lingering over every swollen vein.

“fuck… nghm—” naoya tried to pass the next sound off as clearing his throat. and honestly, it was completely unconvincing.

meanwhile, you took him deeper into your mouth, lowering yourself inch by inch. his cock jerked hard against your tongue, and he let his head fall back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling.but only a few seconds later, he looked down again, watching the way you took him almost to the hilt with wet and messy sounds.

“deeper.” his fingers tightened in your hair, forcing you all the way down to the base. another wave of pleasure made his eyes shut as he let out a slow breath through his nose.

“you know…” zenin started hoarsely. he had almost said you were suspiciously good at this, but naoya caught himself at the last second. instead, he cleared his throat again and started moving your head faster, using your mouth exactly the way he wanted.

at some point, a completely absurd image flashed through his mind: you sitting on his face while still sucking him off that eagerly. for some reason, the thought of your soaked folds right in front of him hit him way harder than it should’ve. naoya squeezed his eyes shut immediately, swallowing down another moan and forcing the image out of his head.

“ngh… close… wait… gonna come inside you.” he let go of your hair and dropped heavily back against the pillows.

“get on top. now.” irritation was already slipping into his voice from the sudden loss of warmth around his cock.

slowly, you dragged the tip along your entrance, deliberately taking your time instead of sinking down right away. naoya clenched his jaw.

“are you deaf?” he opened his eyes and immediately grabbed your throat, pulling you closer. with his other hand, he guided himself inside you.

when you finally started lowering yourself onto him, squeezing around him inch by inch, he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, barely stopping himself from coming right then and there. that would’ve been fucking pathetic.

“yeah… like that. move. faster.”

his gaze dropped greedily lower, to your stomach, where the shape of his cock almost showed at the right angle, to your flushed, soaking cunt eagerly taking him all the way in.

“mm, master… does it feel good?” you moaned sweetly, tilting your head back.

and for some reason, seeing you enjoy it only drove him crazier. maybe it was his ego. maybe he just liked knowing he could make you feel that good. either way, another image had already formed in his head – one day, you’d be on your knees again while he came straight into your mouth, thick cum glistening on your lips before dripping down your chin. or smeared over your clit after he pulled out from deep inside you.

“gonna come… take it…” he frowned, no longer even trying to hide his own moans.

and then–

naoya suddenly felt weak.

it wasn’t ordinary exhaustion, though. it felt like all the strength had been ripped out of him in a single second. his arms turned heavy, his breathing hitched, his muscles stopped listening to him.

had the orgasm hit him that hard? but… he hadn’t even come yet. opening his eyes in confusion, naoya suddenly felt something tighten painfully in his throat.

you were still sitting on top of him, still wrapped around his cock. only now, your eyes were glowing violet. just like the tips of the horns suddenly formed from cursed energy. a thin tail flicked lazily against his legs while an almost devilish smile spread across your lips.

“well, master? do you like it or not?”

and in that moment, naoya finally understood why he’d suddenly become so weak. all the cursed energy surrounding you was his. the exact same cursed energy you’d just drained out of him.

“you… bitch. what the fuck are you?!” naoya shoved you off him and jumped out of bed.

“your technique… you weren’t supposed to be some—”

“you stupid idiot.” you smirked, lazily wiping his pre-cum from your lips.

“that wasn’t my innate technique. and now…” you stepped closer, licking your lips, “…i’m going to drain every last drop out of you. literally.”

you looked at him with open superiority.

“come on. you wanted an heir so badly, didn’t you? then be a good husband and finish what you started.”

“this is… fucking insane. we’re getting divorced. right fucking now.” he pointed at you before storming toward the door, still completely naked.

“you have no idea what they’ll do to you, bitch, once they find out about all this.”

but the second his hand touched the doorknob, naoya suddenly realized that in the middle of the night, nobody was going to divorce a completely naked man who currently looked more like a homeless lunatic than a clan heir.

“nobody’s going to believe you anyway,” you purred with a predatory smile as he whipped his head back over his shoulder. “at most, they’ll just think you couldn’t get it up. and i’ll gladly confirm it.”

and honestly, for probably the first time in his life, naoya zenin was at least a little deserving of sympathy. because at that moment, he looked so unbelievably pathetic that all that was left to do was pity him.

unfortunately for him, the issue of producing an heir still wasn’t settled. yet.

[eluminiess]

18+ hush | satoru gojo

satoru is getting married!

not to you, though.

strange how fate worked out, right? in just a few days, the strongest clans would be united through this happy union. it would’ve almost sounded beautiful if gojo himself cared even a little about it.

right now, the only thing he cared about was you.

“don’t say a word. don’t… say a thing.”

his hot breath tangled in your hair, trailing lower toward your neck. in the stuffy classroom, it became impossible to breathe every time his lips touched your skin, moving lower and lower.

“hush, angel.”

he kept whispering it over and over, no longer sure whether it was meant for you or for himself. the burning blue desire in his darkened eyes was impossible to miss as they stayed fixed on you.

“just look at me.”

satoru pressed his lips against the inside of your thigh, closing his eyes as he savored every damn second.

no one had ever called this anything special. or anything at all, really. it just happened that meetings between two teachers after missions and classes kept getting… longer.

“it’s so hot out today, wanna get ice cream?”

“ah, it’s almost evening. i know a little restaurant nearby.”

“it’s getting late, and your place is so far away...”

what a sweet lie. your apartment was ten minutes away. besides, satoru could’ve teleported you home in a second. the truth was, neither of you wanted to leave then. and now, it seemed like neither of you wanted this, whatever this was, to end.

his face lowered closer to your panties, and the brush of his nose against your clit pulled a muffled sound from your throat.

“don’t squirm, angel. please.”

satoru’s whisper brushed right against the thin fabric, making your knees weaken. slowly, he lifted his gaze to your hazy eyes, flushed face, your reddened neck. gojo let out a barely audible chuckle.

“you really have no idea how cute you look when you do that.”

he absolutely loved seeing you so worked up that you leaned toward him on your own. loved how your pretty legs weakened the moment he dropped to his knees in front of you before he’d even done anything. loved how they trembled from everything he did next.

another kiss brushed against your inner thigh, then your stomach. then gojo straightened up, lifting you onto the teacher’s desk.

“spread your legs a little wider for me, sweetheart. just one last time.”

he murmured it against your lips as he leaned over you. those last words made you look away, but only for a moment before your eyes found him again and you nodded.

this didn’t mean anything, right? just two adults who felt good together. after classes, after missions, between endless workdays…

in empty hallways, your apartments, this goddamn classroom.

every single day.

he watched your reaction to those words. funny, really, how his own voice almost faltered at the end. without effort, satoru spread your legs wider and pulled you closer, making you tilt your head back again as you felt how hard he was.

“you like it, huh?”

he smirked, taking your chin before kissing you wetly once, twice. three times.

“i like it too… so, so much.”

he kept whispering it between kisses as his fingers slid down to your panties, pushing the fabric aside. you wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at him through your lashes in a way that made satoru freeze for a second.

“…fuck.”

at first, he’d wanted to tease you. go back down again. make you struggle to hold back your moans in the empty school. but it seemed that gojo didn’t have any patience left. not when you were looking at him like he was the only thing you wanted.

the only thing you needed.

he pressed closer, entering you slowly, dragging the moment out, and you caught his groan with another kiss. kissing you back just as greedily, satoru slowly picked up the pace. one hand rested against your belly, feeling how deep he was inside you before sliding lower to help you along.

“feels too good… way too good for this to end.”

a drop of sweat slid from his temple onto your stomach. both of you were already close when his movements started turning rougher, less careful, like time was running out. satoru left a couple of wet marks along your neck while thrusting into you relentlessly.

“princess, i think i…”

“i’m close too…” you whimpered, tightening around him.

“no, no, angel.” a smile twitched against his lips.

“i think i just really… really don’t want to…”

his hand slid into your hair at the back of your head as he pressed his forehead into your neck, finding the perfect angle to push even deeper. you moaned softly into his ear as your arms tightened around his shoulders.

“i really don’t want to let you go.”

he finally admitted it against your skin right as pleasure crashed through both of you, and your legs locked around his broad back.

no one was supposed to know about you. but maybe, just maybe, if the two of you tried to keep that secret a little longer, the world wouldn’t fall apart right away.

just stay quiet.

[eluminiess]

ghosts of the past | nanami kento

after your breakup, kento buried himself in work harder than ever before.

it was almost ironic that the very thing which eventually tore the two of you apart was his job as a sorcerer itself, with all its risks, endless exhaustion, late-night calls, and his constant emotional distance. it was the reason behind your endless worries. behind all those conversations that always ended in the same heavy silence. and, eventually, the reason why one day you simply couldn’t take it anymore and left.

nanami had never been someone who showed his feelings easily. but after you were gone, it felt as if something inside him had gone.

he became like a perfectly functioning machine. a flawless robot, or maybe just a man who kept existing purely out of habit.

wake up. take missions. exorcise curses. come home late at night to an empty apartment where no one left mugs in the sink anymore, and no one fell asleep on the couch beneath the quiet sound of the television.

day after day, kento kept taking more and more solo missions, as if he were deliberately trying to erase what little remained of himself through endless work. dozens, hundreds, thousands of curses. sometimes, he thought physical exhaustion managed to silence his thoughts for at least a little while.

almost.

because one day, while returning from another exhausting mission, he was crossing the street at a traffic light when he accidentally turned his head.

and saw you.

you were stepping out of a bakery a few dozen meters away from him.

your bakery.

the one you used to visit together almost every weekend. apparently, you still went there. back then, he always ordered the same thing, and it always amused him how enthusiastically you tried new pastries before giving your little reviews afterward.

kento stopped right in the middle of the road. the sharp honk of a car somewhere nearby was the only thing that pulled him back to reality.

you hadn’t noticed him.

your light dress flowed gently in the wind while you stood there, far too absorbed in typing a message on your phone. and before he could stop himself, the thought slipped into his mind again.

what your life looked like now.

whether you were happy.

whether there was someone beside you now. someone capable of giving you the warmth and peace that kento never truly managed to give you himself.

the thought felt painfully familiar. it had crossed his mind thousands of times already, no matter how desperately he tried to forbid himself from thinking about you at all.

you were heading in the same direction.

but kento, a grown and rational man, still couldn’t bring himself to face you again. so instead, he turned away far too quickly and walked in the opposite direction. his fingers unconsciously clenched and unclenched into fists as he tried to force your face, your walk, and the smile that appeared when you read someone’s reply out of his head.

he just needed more missions. more work. to bury himself so deeply in it that there would be no time left for thoughts, memories, or even proper sleep.

that really would be better.

because somewhere deep inside, kento understood:

the deeper he buried himself in work, the less likely it became that one day, he would accidentally run into you again.

[eluminiess]

sweet dreams | naoya zenin

"woman, get off."

naoya’s voice was flat and annoyed.

but you didn't even stir. one leg thrown over his torso, half of your body sprawled across him, and the blanket completely stolen somewhere along the way. you were snoring.

zenin stared at the ceiling, like he'd been placed there against his will.

“...what did I do to deserve this?”

no answer, of course.

you were mumbling something incoherent in your sleep, shifting slightly closer, like that wasn't enough already. he clicked his tongue.

“out of all the women in the world...” his gaze dropped to you.

“...it had to be you.”

you murmured again, and your grip tightened on naoya just a little. he stayed right where he was, staring at your bare, soft face, your slightly flushed cheeks.

"...what a stupid face." he muttered under his breath.

morning light started slipping through the curtains, falling over your face. you scrunched your nose, turning your head away, trying to hide from it. and before naoya could even think about it, his hand lifted to block the light from your face. he froze for a second.

“…tch.”

with a small, irritated sigh, naoya carefully shifted, slipping out from under you. he walked to the window and pulled the curtains shut unusually quietly.

and then zenin lay back down with his arms crossed again, but this time on the very edge, with barely any space at all.

[eluminiess]

beautiful moon | megumi fushiguro

lately, something strange had been happening between you and megumi. after missions with the others, everyone would eventually go their separate ways, yet the two of you would linger a few minutes longer, neither leaving first.

sometimes he'd suggest walking with him to the weapons or artifact storage, just to prepare for the next mission. other times, you'd bring up the library or a new record shop you wanted to check out, knowing he'd be interested too.

one evening, as those short walks became more frequent and longer, the two of you ended up on the school rooftop. a gentle summer wind stirred your hair while you pointed out constellations for fushiguro.

his gaze followed the direction of your hand – your thin wrist, the bracelet on it glinting faintly in the streetlight below. megumi couldn't really focus on what you were saying, because the same sentence kept looping in his mind.

the sentence he still couldn't bring himself to say.

when you shivered slightly at another gust of wind, he silently took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, avoiding your gaze while doing so. then fushiguro sat back down, closer to you this time.

after a moment of silence and your quiet "thank you," murmured toward the floor, he finally glanced at you. megumi needed to be sure, that the words he had been holding back for days wouldn't ruin everything, even if you didn't feel the same.

otherwise, it would be incredibly awkward.

though, to be honest, things already felt awkward enough.

he clasped his hands together to hide the faint trembling in them while you pointed out another planet in the sky.

“hey, are you even listening to me?" you were already half-turning toward him with a mild confusion on your face.

"yes." he cleared his throat.

but the next words came out too suddenly:

"the moon is beautiful tonight."

‘that sounded corny. should have waited for a better moment,’ fushiguro thought irritably.

‘or just said it outright instead of hiding behind something ambiguous.’

meanwhile, silence followed. your already pink face slowly deepened to red. you glanced at megumi for a moment, trying to see if he really meant it. he was still looking up at the sky with unreadable expression, betrayed only by the redness creeping up his neck.

“…yeah. it really is." your voice came out quiet, just slightly uneven.

at the same moment, the two of you finally looked at each other, both horribly embarrassed, both red.

only the moon, truly beautiful tonight, reflected in your eyes.

megumi leaned back, resting his weight on his hands behind him. and accidentally or not – his pinky brushed against yours.

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jealousy | toji fushiguro

toji got jealous of the wedding planner. the planner of your own damn wedding.

he wasn’t interested in organizing any of that “circus for your old folks,” so he barely helped. not like he understood any of it anyway. what was even the difference between ivory and white table settings? in the end, he’d probably end up fighting someone and ruining all of it anyway.

toji didn’t really see the point of the whole thing too. you were already his, first and foremost. the wedding itself – fine. but all those people, the pointless small talk with strangers you two barely even knew – it all seemed downright stupid to him.

sometimes, he was even glad his family was fucked up. at least there was no one to invite.

when you sat on the bed instead of sleeping, sketching the dress you wanted, toji frowned in irritation as the lamplight shone straight into his face.

“woman, go to sleep. that dress won’t last ten seconds after that fucking ceremony is over.”

it pissed you off that he wasn’t helping. so you hired a planner.

—

“…what’s this?” he said from the doorway, not even looking at the tall, too-clean young man in a suit standing next to you.

when you introduced him, toji just let out a quiet scoff.

“yeah, yeah. really interesting. but we’ll figure it out ourselves, whether it’s roses, peonies, or whatever the hell.”

he had already opened the front door, barely holding himself back from throwing the guy out by the collar.

“no, we won’t,” you said, shutting the door right in front of him.

toji ran his tongue over his teeth, like he was on the verge of snapping. for a few seconds, you burned holes into each other with your stares, until the guy awkwardly cleared his throat, and you turned back to him with that warm, charming smile of yours.

too warm, toji thought.

a day, two, three. you kept chatting on the phone with that pretty boy, going over guest seating, music, and people’s allergies.

“I’ll be late tonight. job,” he tossed out, leaning his head back against the chair.

“me too,” you replied.

toji turned his head. you stayed silent, pretending not to notice the way his gaze burned into you, writing something in your planner.

then you let out a quiet sigh and added:

“I’m going to a dress fitting. hideki and I picked out a couple of really nice options.”

“cut it out,” his teeth ground together.

“cut what out?” you crossed your arms.

“all this with that fucking hideki,” toji muttered through clenched teeth.

“what, he’s doing my job now or something? and don’t tell me you two’ve been talking for days just about dresses and shit.”

he stood up abruptly, crossing the distance between you in a second. meanwhile, you were already snapping at him again for not helping at all, like it was easier doing it with someone else.

“in the end, you really are the most, most useless… husband.”

you threw it out in anger, and toji froze, but not because of the insult.

the word ‘husband’ hung in the air.

like it had only just hit him what you were about to become to each other. and how the hell he’d managed not to screw it all up already, like he usually did.

“…sorry,” toji muttered so quietly you could’ve thought you imagined it.

“what?” you raised a brow.

“fuck… sorry. wife.”

he exhaled heavily and dropped back into the chair.

“I’ll move the job. shiu’s gonna lose his shit, but I don’t care. let’s go to your fitting. without fucking hideki anywhere near it.”

toji hated all of this. but even more he hated the thought that someone else could be standing next to you instead of him.

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jealousy | satoru gojo

gojo would never, under any circumstances, get jealous of another sorcerer.

why would he, when satoru could just erase them before the thought of you ever had the chance to cross their pathetic little minds?

the mere fact that he was stronger than any sorcerer – well, possibly stronger than all of them combined, reduced any such feelings to absolute zero.

and yet, he still did get jealous.

of the most ordinary person imaginable.

∞︎

it was your new coworker. at first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but at some point, gojo started hearing his name more and more often.

"so, who's that supposed to be? another idiot who slacks off more than you sleep in on weekends?"

to his surprise, you said the opposite – that he was actually very proactive and had even helped you with some of your most difficult projects.

"how... nice of him," satoru said, and his smile grew just a little too wide.

the very next evening, gojo showed up beside you while you were still at your desk. he rested his chin on top of your head, peering at the laptop screen.

"well? what can I help you with?" satoru asked suddenly, sounding far more interested in your work than expected. you turned to him and laughed, raising your brows.

"you? help? satoru, you don't understand any of this. but thanks for the offer."

he gave you a faint smile, but the moment you turned back, opening your chat with that same coworker, it vanished. and his jaw tightened.

he really did not understand your work. and for someone who was used to being praised for everything he did, for the strongest sorcerer of this era – it was just awfully irritating.

but what frustrated him even more was that he couldn't just get rid of your coworker.

tell you not to work? he had already tried that, more than once. his card, with its practically unlimited balance, kept ending up back in your bag, even when you returned it to him.

tell you not to talk to him? why, when he was so "helpful" and "great"?

what, was satoru supposed to start stalking him and tossing banana peels in his path so that office genius wouldn't make it to work? and, more importantly, wouldn't dare offer his completely unnecessary help to someone who wasn't his to begin with.

the final straw in this entire circus was the day you came home with a bag from a rather expensive bakery.

"ooh, is that for me? darling, you know the sweetest thing I could ever have is you," satoru purred, already hovering over the bag, sniffing curiously.

but the moment you said it was a gift from that coworker, his gaze snapped to you, completely devoid of any trace of a smile.

"what are you doing? you’ll tear it." you raised a brow as his fingers tightened around the bag.

"so what. you’re not eating that." he took the bag and disappeared from the apartment.

satoru came back ten minutes later, carrying five more bags this time, filled with sweet and savory pastries, cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and far too many drinks.

he looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"see this? all your favorite flavors. fresh. and expensive. that idiot was probably trying to poison you, or set you up so he could take your place. I can spot guys like that from a mile away. knew he was shady the moment I heard about him." gojo shrugged, still wearing that smug grin.

"tell him tomorrow he'll never beat me at this. better yet, don't talk to him at all. ever again. I'll let your bosses know he should be fired for attempting to take your life. at the very least."

you watched that whole performance with open skepticism.

"satoru, what are you even talking about? what 'attempt’? beat you at what?"

gojo had already started arranging the bags in the kitchen, humming under his breath, when he suddenly paused and looked at you more seriously.

"…baby, you seriously don't get it?"

he stepped closer and ruffled your hair just enough to make you scrunch your nose.

"that sneaky little fool is obviously into you. those late-night messages, that endless, out-of-nowhere helpfulness? either he's an idiot, or he's bored, or he's got your photos all over his walls. and honestly? I wouldn't be surprised if it's all three."

you lightly hit his chest.

"satoru. that bag you... disposed of, was a thank-you gift. I covered his shift when he had an emergency and needed to pick up his daughter from school."

he went quiet for a couple of seconds.

...daughter?

"oops."

satoru scratched the back of his head, and a sheepish smile crept onto his face. for once, the shameless gojo you knew actually seemed to feel awkward about his behavior.

but when you kissed his cheek, telling him he really didn't have to worry about things like that, his shoulders visibly relaxed. and when you leaned in to kiss his other cheek, satoru caught you in the moment. his hand came up to your face as he kissed you properly, firm enough to make you take a couple of steps back.

"well then..." he murmured, looking at you from beneath his lashes. "now that everything's settled, I think it's finally time for dessert." gojo lifted you into his arms, but carried you past the kitchen.

"hey, I have to get up early! we have a presentation together," you said with a laugh as he pushed the bedroom door open. satoru smiled, genuinely this time, looking at your flushed face.

and as he tossed you onto the bed, he added with the same easy grin:

"…still hate him."

[eluminiess]

first love | itadori yuji

yuji was in love!

he didn’t fully realize it yet, though, but the feeling was unmistakable.

he enjoyed spending time with megumi and nobara too, of course. but then why did he laugh every time you laughed, even if he hadn’t heard the joke?

why did his breath catch when you braided your hair, exposing the delicate line of your neck?

why, when everyone else ordered ice cream and you pouted because your favorite flavor was sold out, did he suddenly run out of the café – only to return minutes later, sweaty but proudly holding your favorite cone?

lately, you had started noticing the way he stared at you during lectures, or when the group was hanging out together. he looked at you so openly, as if he thought it wasn’t obvious.

but you saw everything.

so when the two of you ended up alone in your room after a long night of playing video games, you finally said that maybe you needed to talk.

“huh? uh… well… I don’t really know what to say…” yuji began when you asked him what he thought about you.

how was he supposed to explain that every time you split up during missions, the only thing he wished for was that the stronger curse would end up with him instead of you?

or how, late at night, he sometimes imagined defeating a special grade curse all by himself, saving the whole city – and afterwards you would sit beside him, carefully tending to his wounds, finally looking at him the way he had been looking at you all this time?

“well… I’ve been thinking a little lately,” he continued nervously.

“I mean, I think about lots of things! don’t get me wrong. like… philosophy. and books.”

itadori mentioned the name of a philosopher he had once heard you talk about.

he stopped when your gaze gently cut through his rambling.

“I just… don’t really know how to explain it. but I feel really good. like… it’s nice to see you. and hear you. when you laugh, or when you’re talking with nobara about shopping… or when we’re just sitting like this.”

“so… I think I like you. a lot. like… really, really like you,” he finally said, stuffing the last of the gummy bears into his mouth. he nearly choked on them, but his gaze stayed fixed somewhere on the dusty game console.

still, from the corner of his eye, he watched you, noticing the way your smile slowly spread. his heart skipped a beat.

and then it almost felt like it stopped, when you placed your hand over his.

[eluminiess]

a promise | fushiguro megumi

the world has taken a sharp, terrifying turn. after the shibuya incident, so many sorcerers are dead, and many more still will be.

so you were worried about megumi more than you could admit out loud.

the day before the culling game, the one fushiguro had to take part in, you sat together on a bench by the river, watching the water drift by. the sunset spilled over your face, painting it in warm gold and red.

neither of you spoke, and only the sound of the water filled the space between you.

there was so much to say, so much to do. before everything started to fall apart.

“I wanted to tell you something.”

“I… wanted to give you something.”

you spoke at the same time.

then you let out a quiet breath.

“you go first.”

megumi frowned slightly, like he was steadying himself, then reached into the pocket of his hoodie.

his fingers trembled just a little as he opened his palm in front of you.

there was a small velvet box.

you looked up at him in genuine surprise.

“open it… please.”

his gaze stayed on the box. you nodded quietly and took it from him. inside was a thin silver ring, set with a small stone that matched your eyes perfectly.

“if you want… you can wear it,” he said quickly.

“we’re too young for… but I just thought…”

the clearly rehearsed words slipped and tangled. he clicked his tongue under his breath, frowning, then exhaled.

and said more quietly:

“it’s a promise.”

you went still for a moment, just looking at him, and then slid the ring onto your finger.

his gaze dropped to your hand. and eventually, his expression softened.

megumi… smiled. just a little.

“no matter what happens tomorrow or after – I’ll come back.”

he awkwardly covered your hand with his.

“so… what did you want to say?”

he asked it almost too quickly, like he wanted to change the subject. you just shook your head, brushing away the tear that nearly slipped, and instead pulled him into a hug.

there was no need for words anymore.

and a second later, his hand settled on your back, pulling you closer.

fushiguro rested his chin against the top of your head, slowly running his hand through your hair, as if trying to memorize every detail, to etch your scent, your face, your warmth into his memory.

as if, somewhere deep down, he had already begun to accept the possibility that he might not come back.

but megumi will survive.

…right?

[eluminiess]

his favorite pet | sukuna

sukuna didn’t know how to love.

but with you he was entertained enough.

—

the dark hall was dimly lit with a deep burgundy glow. through the tall windows and stained glass, the light of a blood-red lunar eclipse spilled inside.

in the center of that unholy temple sat him – the strongest of this era, the king of curses, a sinner, a monster.

you stepped into the hall, holding your breath.

”sit.” his command was short.

you began to lower yourself to your knees, as you always did, but his rough voice stopped you, echoing through the entire hall.

”no. here.”

he pointed to the place beside him.

beside... the king himself?

you swallowed, hesitating for just a moment, while sukuna's gaze was locked on you.

when you finally sat beside him, the difference between you became painfully clear. even seated, he towered over you, and his aura twisted your stomach into a tight knot.

"enter."

at his command, servants hurried in. trembling, frightened, pitiful little humans.

“bow.”

they obeyed instantly.

you moved to stand, following them out of instinct, but sukuna's hand snapped around your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.

"you move when I allow it."

his smirk grew wider.

"lower."

the servants struck their foreheads to the floor. but sukuna wasn't impressed.

what amused him was you. or rather, your fear, your tension, that quiet... anticipation.

he knew all of it – your thoughts, your weaknesses, your body. the way your breath faltered under his gaze, the way your chest tightened at his absence, at his indifference.

he knew how you reacted to the smallest trace of his approval.

and he remembered that look – the one you sometimes gave him from below.

how, just sometimes, your hazy eyes finally reflected dark, suppressed, quiet little desires of yours.

and he enjoyed every single detail of it.

"from now on–"

sukuna’s gaze shifted toward the eclipse beyond the window, and the red light flickered across his pale skin.

he hadn't thought much about it. the idea came to him once, out of boredom, and that was enough.

“–you bow to her too.”

you flinched slightly and lifted your wide eyes from the floor.

"no one touches you without my permission. no one even looks at you until I say so."

his heavy voice echoed through the temple.

"and in return, your place is here now. forever."

a deal with something far worse than a devil, and no possibility of refusal.

the crimson light deepened, reflecting the inhuman presence of the disgraced one.

"so get ready... to dance on the bones of our enemies."

—

sukuna didn't really know how to love.

to him, this was just a game – something born from boredom, from idle curiosity.

something he had no intention of ending.

and you?

you were the only one who managed to keep him entertained this long.

[eluminiess]

18+ just a burden from his friend | toji fushiguro

your dad had dropped you off in tokyo, far from his dirty business. and out of all people in the world – from rumors, old scores, and all that blood, he had sent you to toji fushiguro.

because your precious papa thought that right then, toji was the only one who could keep you safe from all the shit going on.

“just keep her out of trouble,” he said. “you’re the only bastard I trust with family.”

little did he know what exactly would become the trouble.

—

“I can hear your stuck-up breathing at the door, duchess. come on, love. don’t be shy.”

it was your very first meeting. and it was supposed to be just another job.

but when the door opened, toji froze.

he hadn’t expected that.

those perfectly rounded hips, the long, slender neck. the way your chest was pressed tight against the fabric, barely held in place. silky hair, cat-like eyes – and that awful, devilish look you inherited from your father.

bullshit.

what he really hadn’t expected was how instantly his body reacted.

he cleared his throat.

“your daddy reckons you need watching, like a wayward pup.”

you clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes, and his gaze dropped straight to your slightly parted, glossy lips.

and from that day on, those thoughts never stopped.

about your neck, small enough to fit in one hand, so he could squeeze it just right, until he heard that soft, breathless whimper.

about your hips, riding him slow, almost lifting off completely before sinking back down again, taking him inch by inch, squeezing him so tight, dragging it out, stretching every second just to watch him lose his mind.

or fast, the way you’d be flushed and soaked, thighs trembling as you bounced on his cock like you’d lost control, while his tongue dragged over your nipples, until your voice cracked from how loud you got.

about your lips – how they’d glisten with his cum, slick and messy, when you looked down at him, rubbing your cheek against his length, spreading it over your skin without shame, whispering for more like you couldn’t get enough.

just those thoughts were enough to nearly make him spill in his pants like some teenage boy.

pathetic, right?

yeah.

didn’t change a damn thing, though.

because every single day, toji ended up with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you beneath him.

—

one day, you called him into your room.

and you weren’t stupid enough not to notice what kind of effect your voice had on him – especially when you said his name.

and you liked it.

his heavy steps approached, his voice sounded deliberately tired right outside your door.

“I ain’t picking between two identical damn nail polishes for–

fucking hell.”

his eyes locked onto you, or rather, your swimsuit, barely covering anything it was supposed to.

“my friend’s having a pool party tomorrow. which one looks better? this or-”

“neither.”

the door slammed so hard it nearly came off its hinges.

only after, it hit him how that sounded.

“hey!” you caught up to him in the kitchen.

he stood with his back to you, hands pressed into the sink, trying to hide the freaking obvious hard-on caused by a single glance at you.

“you sick or something?” you asked, stepping closer.

“I’m great, just fucking fantastic.” he muttered through clenched teeth, grabbing the nearest mug and moving to the kettle.

“cover up. now.”

and you didn’t. just crossed your arms, smiling.

“your dad told me to keep an eye on you, not your fucking tits,” he said hoarsely, and the mug hit the counter harder than needed.

“but I actually need help, there’s more options–”

“I don’t. give. a shit. about your options.”

he snapped, tossing the kettle back, accidentally burning his palm, but not even looking at it.

two steps, and he was right in front of you, with his finger pressing into your barely covered chest.

“get dressed. or I swear I’ll drag you out like this. and as for outside–”

his gaze betrayed him for just a second, dipping lower, to the hollow between your breasts, to your soft belly, to your hips – the kind he could bury himself in right now, spend the whole damn day between your thighs, tasting you while you gripped his hair, moaning all over the apartment.

he swallowed, turning away sharply like it pissed him off. it really did.

“there’s no fucking pool party. your little friend wants fun? she can come here. I’m sure you’ve got plenty ways to keep people entertained.”

you raised a brow, then smirked widely.

and he swore he already hated himself for the way every word out of his mouth sounded wrong, even when it wasn’t meant to be.

“so now you’re telling me what I can and can’t do?”

when you stepped closer just once, looking up at him with those big eyes, talking about how much you wanted to go, asking him to let you…

he shut his eyes for a second.

“you’re coming with me.”

that was all he said before walking out, slamming the door behind him.

he knew he shouldn’t go with you.

he knew exactly how this would end.

and still–

fuck it, toji wanted it.

desperately.

[eluminiess]

to love the strongest | satoru gojo

you loved satoru.

of course you did.

how could anyone not fall in love with him? tall, beautiful, devilishly charismatic. everything about him drew you in.

whenever the first-years made faces at his usual theatrics, you sometimes wondered if they really meant it. maybe they were hiding their interest in him too.

so at some point, you found yourself jealous of everyone.

there had never been the slightest hint of feelings between you, but the jealousy was always there anyway.

it wasn’t bright or explosive, but something that just lingered in the background all the time.

like a faint ringing in your ears you couldn't get rid of, or a slow toxin spreading under your skin, draining your strength a little more with every passing day.

sometimes it made you want to cry.

because you knew you would never be together. because he would never look at you as someone he could love.

after all, he was the strongest, the man who needed no one. the man who once said that love is the most twisted curse of all.

and now you could really feel it – how deeply you were cursed from head to toe.

a year into that one-sided story, you were walking back to the dorms at sunset when you heard quiet voices by the school steps.

gojo sat sprawled across the steps, looking at the sky, while shoko was smoking. you didn’t catch the whole conversation, just some fragments about students.

“and by the way,” shoko said casually, exhaling smoke into the cooling air, “she’s completely in love with you, satoru. you must do something about that.”

heat bloomed across your face, down your neck, staining your skin red.

you wanted to run somewhere, to disappear, to pretend you hadn’t heard any of it. but another part of you desperately needed to know what he would say.

and after a pause, he spoke, not taking his eyes off the endless sky.

“mm? I know.”

the blood drained from your face. you weren’t even sure if it would have hurt less if he had just rejected you outright.

satoru yawned and his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose.

normally, he might’ve made a joke, something like ‘well, who wouldn’t fall for a guy this handsome?’

but he didn’t.

why?

because he knew you were listening.

“it actually sucks that I can’t return her feelings,” he said quietly.

behind the wall, you gave a small nod to yourself and turned to leave.

“if it’d make things easier for her, maybe we could stop taking missions together,” he added, speaking to shoko, but offering it to you.

“or I could just hide behind fushiguro and follow him around during classes. the look on his face would be priceless.”

a faint smile tugged at your lips.

and he smiled too, just because he heard you did.

“she’s a nice person, really, shoko. like… she’s strong, kind, understanding, and ridiculously funny. but–”

“not quite enough for you, huh?” she said with a smirk, blowing another ring of smoke into the air.

you pressed your lips into a thin line.

he didn’t answer. gojo simply took off his glasses, leaning his head back on his hand, humming a melody from his favorite song.

now you hated it.

after all, there really is no curse more twisted than love.

[eluminiess]

obsession | suguru geto

geto was enchanted.

at least, that's what someone might say if this were a fairytale.

in truth, he was obsessed.

it was just terrible how often thoughts of you surfaced in his fevered mind, again and again.

a strange irony, that a man who despised humanity had fallen in love with you – completely ordinary person, untouched by the world of sorcerers and techniques.

yeah, he hated people.

and he hated you too – for undermining the ideology he had begun building so carefully.

after all, it was you he had seen one day, standing in front of a frightened little girl with cursed abilities, shielding her from a group of people who were mocking and mistreating her.

he hadn't intervened that day. he had only watched, as you yelled at them until they left, threatening to call the police, causing enough of a scene to drive them away.

then he watched you kneel beside the girl, gently asking if she had somewhere to go, if she had family.

and after that, he kept watching.

often.

the café you visited almost every day. your half-hour walk through the park after lunch. the way you sat on the same bench, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while writing something in your notes. how you placed your bookmark between the pages, smoothing it down with your fingers before closing the notebook with both hands.

geto knew it all by heart.

your every movement, every turn of your head, your smile, your voice.

all of it lived inside his mind as one perfect image, appearing every time he closed his eyes.

and sometimes he felt like he would gladly give up half his life just to see the way you wrote his name.

he would never approach you. never speak to you.

but what a cruel little irony it was that out of all the people in the world, you had to be the one walking down that narrow alley the night he executed another man.

the way your lashes fluttered in horror. the way your mouth hung slightly open in shock.

that was the last time geto ever saw you.

he didn't chase you, didn't hurt you. he only watched your figure disappear into the neon lights of tokyo's night streets.

well.

at least now, his path was finally decided – one that led him further from the world of humans, one that would never include anyone like you again.

[eluminiess]

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[eluminiess]

You disappeared not long after those two men in suits came to the village.

Just promised you’d come back.

Do you even remember now how you used to live in that crooked little cottage with the peeling fence?

Do you remember how we ran through the fields, past the river, guided only by the sun, with no maps and clocks?

Remember how we’d sneak into my brother’s kitchen, stealing bread fresh from the oven, laughing as the steam burned our fingers?

How I’d sometimes picked flowers? And you slipped them into your shirt pocket.

How I stepped into the stream, barefoot and shivering, while your cold hands wiped the mud from my skin.

And that one day on the hill — when the storm unleashed, we fled like mad, and berries tumbled from our baskets.

You were laughing, I was scared, cause the lightning was so close.

And when you suddenly whispered a confession, which I still remember word for word.

You promised you’d come back.

So where are you now, Michael?

And why does my heart burn this way, no matter how long I wait?

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[eluminiess]

— looks shitty.

— don’t like it either.

They were both staring up at the new Garrison sign, like it hadn’t seen what the place had been through. He just came back from France. She waited. Not like in those stories, with letters and promises, no. Just stayed. He set his hand on the bench — no meaning to it. Right between them. Yet a gesture...half-inviting? They'd just keep smoking. Judging the sign, the passersby, the sky, the war, the whole bloody world. Until she laid her hand over his.

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