Mars :)

Obey Me Mammon SIMP because that’s my fucking man 🥰 and obsessed with jjk Professional college student, 22

[martianzmars]

RIP VALKO

I am incredibly disappointed at the company and fan base that complained so hard that it got the 6th love interest cancelled. Valko was the reason I picked up love and deepspace in the first place.

To cancel a character LESS THAN 2 WEEK AWAY FROM LAUNCH is absolutely crazy and horrible behavior. I was right with my first assumption to stay away from this game. It sucks because the game is lowkey fun, can’t believe a fanbase managed to ruin that

[madamechrissy]

*ೃ✧˚. make me juno .˚✧*ೃ*

You and Satoru Gojo - your best friend since grade school - had just one night, a bad break up, a bunch of drinks, but you promised to not let it ruin your friendship. That is, until a couple months later, when telltale lines show - you're pregnant with your best friend's baby! Panicked, you find Satoru is not nearly as upset as you thought - in fact, he is supportive and sweet. Just what you need, but the tension is there, and you don't know what is 'as a friend' or 'helping out' or what is more.

pairings - best friend! gojo x f! reader

warnings - mdni, oral, fingering, pregnancy, squirting, creampie, a bunch of fluff, friends to lovers, pregnant sex, oral fixation, soooo cute, nerdy/sweet and soft Satoru, mentions of insecurities w/reader, tension, mutual pining, happy ever after - wc- 8.1k

this won the poll hehe, late father's day oneshots - ty to my bb @lizatonix for proofreading againnn <3 Art by @mango on x

You're fucking pregnant.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Staring at that stick, your hands are trembling, gasping and dropping it as you look right at those two tell-tale lines, of the one and only time you and your best friend had sex. A terrible night where you were both broken up with, where you all had agreed just once, to take care of each other, to feel better.

Where the best friend you've had your entire life had rutted his cock into your needy cunt, and pressed your face down into the plush of your mattress. Where you'd arched up and he'd sucked in a breath when that damn condom broke, cursing as he pulled back.

The night you all didn't have another one– and you told him -

Fuck me.

Just fuck me and pull out… please?

The night he did just that - you know he had pulled out, especially when you had felt those sticky ropes of cum up your skin, painting your back with white. You had already been squirting right before, so sensitive, he'd rubbed his tip up and down your slit to get you to do it again, and again, before cleaning you up.

The night you had lost yourself, both of you tipsy, giggling and fumbling until he hit you with those mean fucking strokes, the ones that had you breathless. The night that plays over and over in your head on repeat, and won't stop, but you'd gone back to normal - stayed best friends, kept that agreement.

Until you felt sick two months later, dizzy from one little drink, your nipples aching.

And now...

The phone rings and you jump, looking and seeing his name, fingers trembling as you look from the phone to the stick, over and over.

How do you tell your best friend that he knocked you up!?

“Um.. hi?”

“Hey,” Satoru’s rubbing the back of his neck, pacing back and forth. Since that night a couple months ago you’ve barely hung out – he wants to say it’s because college is over, because you both have your own lives.

Yet he worries he fucked it all up that night.

But how could he not give you his cock, fuck into your needy, wet little cunt? How could he not have you cum all over him, ass arching so fucking pretty, god it looked like a heart from that angle. He has it in his head as he jerks it to you – feeling like the worst friend on the planet.

He’d beg to have you again, but he knows he can’t – he knows he needs to stay distant, to be your friend. One night where he let down his guard and whimpered an “I love you” was enough – you both were tipsy, and you were cummin’ too hard to hear it, the little confession.

The next day you were back to normal, but he’d felt you quiver around him, he’d watched you drool as he drilled his cock mean into your hole – tip bruising that cute cervix. Pulling out was a tragedy – but he was happy that fucking condom snapped, sadistic as it was for sweet, nerdy Satoru Gojo.

He wished he could have filled you with all those creampies.

“I made everything weird, yeah? That night-”

“No! No, no, it’s not that. I just…” You trail off, and he feels his heart hammering, pulse racing with nerves. “I need to tell you something.”

“Is anything wrong!?”

“No, yes – well…” You sigh again. “I’m coming over if that’s okay.”

“Of course.”

“Maybe um, smoke some weed first? Have a drink?”

Satoru pauses. “How bad is the news?”

“Just get… relaxed first.”

*****

“You’re… pregnant?” He manages to ask, eyes locked onto you as you pace back and forth in his living room. “You’re sure?”

“I need an official test, but yes,” you keep pacing now, shaking your head, sighing. “I was ovulating, I should have known better. Ugh! And now… Toru, you don’t have to help if I keep it, okay? I don’t want you thinking I like did this to get something, like because you’re rich or-”

“Excuse me?” He stands now, walking to you, gripping your shoulders gently, turning you to face him. “When would I ever think that about you?”

“But so many women would fucking do that to you,” you whisper, eyes full of tears. “And I know you’re scared of that. I know it’s why you’re cautious with dating anyone.”

That’s part of it.

The other part is he compares them all to you.

“I know it’s an accident, fuck I’m just as responsible, I was more than happy to fuck you without one,” you flush then, and he clears his throat. “Sorry, I know we aren’t supposed to bring it up.”

“Hard not to, now,” you sigh, letting him cup your face. “I’m so sorry. Really, I know you have so much on your plate, and-”

“Stop apologizing.”

“You’re taking this way better than I thought,” you admit softly, letting him hug you, sinking against his warmth. “I thought you’d panic, or worse… hate me.”

“I’d never hate you,” he whispers, his mind rushing a million miles a minute – of course it’s scary, and of course he has no clue about kids at all. He doesn’t even know what you’ll wanna do, but fuck if he won’t support his best friend – the girl he’s been pining for secretly for years.

He sure couldn’t bring any of that up now, not when you need support, when you need him to just be there.

“We need to make a doctor’s appointment, yeah?”

“I already did,” you sniffle, and he swipes your tears. “Do you wanna come with me?”

“Of course I do,” his brows draw together. “You’ve known me since we were babies almost, you really think I’d let you do this alone?”

“I knew you wouldn’t, but to resent me,” you trail off now, emotions burning in your throat. “I really always wanted one. Not now, but, I did.”

“Yeah, me too,” you blink a bit. “Didn’t know that?”

“You never talked about it to me,” you sniffle again, nausea suddenly hitting you, making you sway a bit. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna…” you rush off then to one of his bathrooms, not one of your finer moments, and as a best friend always does, he holds your hair while you’re sick – it’s not like he hasn’t done it at high school keg parties, or the beginning of college for you – but it’s been a while since you’ve needed it. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, please,” he sighs now, standing. “I’ll get you something for your tummy, you have a toothbrush you can use under the sink, okay?”

“Thank you, Toru,” you hang your head as he walks out, soon you’re on his couch with your legs over his thighs, you all frequently sit like that – but now everything is different. He’s got you nibbling on saltines, and a ginger ale – he’d door dashed them so fast you were surprised.

Then you found out it wasn’t doordash – it was just Ijichi.

Poor Ijichi, really, but you suppose he’s paid well to be at Gojo’s beck and call all the time.

“Eat it,” Satoru commands quietly, studying you. “It’ll help.”

“I’ll throw it up again.” You nibble, little teeth marks on the cracker as you try to chew it a bit. “I keep getting sick.”

“How will you grow a baby if you don’t eat, hmm?” His words hit hard, the sweetness in them, the way he’s looking right at you. “Chew.”

“Yes sir,” you mumble, chewing again.

“Swallow.”

“Don’t say that!?” You’re choking almost on that cracker now as he snorts, smirking just a bit and leaning close.

“Oh, why not? Mind somewhere?” He teases, as if it’s just another day, and watches you get all flustered, playfully shoving him. “Perv.”

“Me!? You got me pregnant!”

“Well, you told me to keep going.”

“You little shit,” he shoves the ginger ale can in your hand again, narrowing those baby blues.

“Drink.”

“Just don’t say swallow, god,” he snorts and rolls his eyes a bit, leaning back on the couch, you see it’s getting dark outside now. “I need to head back soon.”

“Just stay,” it was normal to stay, before that night, before you knew how good his lips felt on your shoulders, his teeth sinking into the nape of your neck, cock railing your cunt from behind.

It was not normal anymore.

You look at his lips, wondering what it would be like to press yours on them, they were soft on your skin, but things were so hasty you both didn’t do that. Probably for the best, they were too plump and glossy, unfairly pretty like all of Satoru Gojo was, really, best you don’t even think of it.

“I should go,” you finally manage to say, and Satoru frowns. “I really have a lot to do tomorrow with work.”

Work.

He forgets you have your summer job, concern hitting his features then. “In your condition?”

“I’m barely pregnant, silly,” you playfully push him again, standing now. “I will see you at the appointment?”

“Of course,” he hugs you a little too long at the door, he can tell you’re fucking terrified as you hug him back, but…

Satoru’s not upset, at all actually.

Instead, he orders anything and everything a baby could need, and a million baby books, studying everything there was to know, picturing it all.

No, he was…

Excited.

Terrified but fucking excited to think of it – of the one girl he’s always loved carrying his baby, but he tries to rein it all in, the last thing he needs to do is pressure you either way with any decision. So instead, when you text him the details and a little good night with a heart, he simply writes back –

See you then. Night, sweetheart 

Before studying again like a little psycho all night – by the time your visit comes, Satoru Gojo is an entire fucking expert on everything pregnancy related, in fact. What else was a best friend for, really, if not to support you with everything?

And if in the next week he jerks it hopelessly to the thought of fucking you and cumming in you, well…

He can’t really help that.

*****

The next week

The gel is cold against your skin as the doctor spreads it across your stomach with the little wand, your shirt slid up to your chest, showing a tummy still mostly flat.. Gojo sits beside you, his hand clenched in yours, his face paler than usual despite how supportive he is being.

You've both been quiet since arriving at the doctor, even in the back of his car as his driver brought you, there was not much said. He tried to lighten the mood by showing you videos of dumb things, but when it didn’t work, and he knew you needed the quiet? He gave you it, just keeping a hand touching your thigh the entire ride.

Comforting, he was comforting you – as the reality of this situation was sinking deeper with each passing moment.

A baby.

Would you have it? Would you keep it? Part of you has always loved kids, but you never expected to be a mother yet, especially not being married or at least with someone. Not your best friend – and was he still going to be that? Would he resent you for your decision, would-

"Alright, let's see what we can find," the doctor says, moving the wand across your belly and thankfully cutting off your thoughts. “Hmm… let’s try here.”

You stare at the screen as he delves lower, pressing a bit on your pelvis – your heart is pounding so quickly you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. There's just static for some time, and you feel yourself getting sick as Satoru watches with you, seeing the shape of your uterus right on the screen.

Fuck - what if something’s wrong!? What if…

“Hey,” Satoru smiles at you, feeling your panic – he’s always known you so fucking well, and now is no different. He runs his thumb across your knuckles softly. “Hear that?”

“No I…” There it is.

A flicker. A tiny, rapid fluttering on the screen, and the sounds, little whooshes quickly echoing in the room, it’s so fast, you can’t take what it does to you in that moment, feeling tears in your eyes. “See?”

“A heartbeat…” You whisper, he grins all big, his teeth white and bright, that smile fucking ruining you.

Another pregnancy symptom?

Apparently being too fucking horny – and being around Gojo made everything a million times worse. Did he have to be so attractive? Did he have to smell so damn good? Did he have to hold your hand like this with his pretty blue eyes glittering, like he’s got it all together when you don’t?

How were you ever just his friend before, you always had something for him, sure. High school crush, college crush, puppy love – but through it all you always knew that friendship was the most important thing. Yet now you know what it’s like for him to grip your hips, to hold you, to bend you over and break you apart on him. To have his body on top of you.

How could you forget it when you’ll be seeing him constantly for years?

"That's the heartbeat," the doctor says with a smile, shaking you out of your heated thoughts. "Strong and healthy. Looks like you're about ten weeks along."

Tears spring to your eyes as you turn to look at Satoru, seeing his own are affixed now to the screen, his lips slightly parted. He looks from the screen to your stomach, then back again, his expression one of pure awe.

"Is that… that’s the baby?”

“Yes, it’s hard to see this early,” the doctor takes a few pictures, it’s a tiny, moving little thing, so small it’s hard to tell.

“That's our baby,” you whisper, then curse softly. “I mean…”

“Shh,” Satoru murmurs, his own heart hammering so fast he almost feels faint. He was of course nervous, but seeing it and seeing you – the girl he’s loved as long as he can remember? He can’t help his dopey fucking grin. “It is.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, all pretty, flushed cheeks, blushing when Satoru offers to clean the gel off your tummy and you sit up, it squishes just a bit, making you curse. “Ugh, already.”

“You look perfect,” he says it before he can stop himself, his hand moving gently to wipe your skin clean, you look down, thighs pressing together, as his eyes flick to yours. “You’ll be pretty, all pregnant.”

“No way, my mom got huge and I will too!”

“So? It’s part of that,” you frown again. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” He tilts your chin as you slide your shirt down.

“What’s going on in your mind right now?”

“That I’m selfish, self centered to think of my body,” you pout a bit. “Stretch marks, titties getting so big, tummy huge. God, my ankles will too! My friends have all been so miserable, ugh. And I should worry less about that, and more about how I’ll raise this damn baby. Am I…”

“Shh,” he kisses your temple now, and you lean against him, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re in your early twenties, pretty normal to be worried about your body changing, I don’t think that’s selfish. Okay?”

“You always make me feel better,” you snuggle against him, loving this too fucking much, inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth.

“What are friends for? Besides… getting you pregnant I mean.”

“Satoru!”

“Well…” You snort and shove at him, shaking your head. “When’s the next appointment?”

“Two weeks for a physical type check… do you…”

“I’ll be there.”

*****

The next physical went great, and Satoru’s been reading even more baby books – you’d decided to keep it and had let him know it was his choice, of course, if he wanted to be involved. Because this was both your choices.

Of course Satoru did.

There was no world he’d ever let you do this alone and not support you – though he doesn’t tell you exactly how excited he really is, he is so nervous in these moments, especially knowing how scared you still are. So he tries to be comforting, reassuring, there for you.

He was right there on time, taking you there, and fuck he looked good. He had on this sweater that was so soft you wanted to snuggle against it, that cologne in your senses, almost making you salivate.

Fuck.

As if you didn’t want him before, at three months pregnant it was worse than ovulation, it was like you needed to cum constantly. You’d played with your pussy every day to avoid this, to hope that you could act normal with him, but when he’d brushed this tiny stretch mark on your skin and smiled?

When he’d murmured cute.

When he held the door open for you, sliding in and talking about everything he’s researched on babies? Well, that’s when it’s almost fucking impossible to control, thighs pressed together with your hands between them, as if you can keep yourself from touching him somehow on the drive back.

You're impossibly quiet in the back seat of his sleek black car, Ijichi drives Gojo everywhere, you’re not even sure Satoru can drive – there’s no point really though. You don’t blame him one bit, but it was always pretty fucking cool in school to get those rides home with him – memories twist and blur just a bit as he brushes a lock of your hair back, smiling at you.

You shift uncomfortably, trying to discreetly press your thighs together even more, to not just straight up whine out from the friction, but it's no use. You're so  horny it hurts, your panties soaked to all hell, your clit pulsing with need, literally twitching from his proximity.

What sort of pregnancy thing was this? This wasn’t in a book.

"You okay, sweetheart?” Satoru asks softly now, glancing over at you. "You've been squirming, are you uncomfy? I think cramps can still happen – and your back can hurt from it. I can rub it?"

“No! I mean!? No!? I mean…” You curse, shaking your head. "I'm fine is all I meant!”

“Fine?” You nod quickly, making him sigh. “Am I being too touchy with you? Offering to-”

“No, no. God I appreciate you so much, never,” you mumble, shaking your head. “It’s not that at all.”

“Okay…” He exhales now.

“You thought that?”

“You’re so tense around me,” he brushes his hand against your thigh softly. “Like you’re clenched up, I worried I…”

“No… I’m just… not okay.”

"What's wrong?" he asks, brows furrowing just a bit. "Are you in any pain or anything? I need to know if you are."

"Not exactly," you admit, your cheeks flushing, burning fucking hot, god is this car just hot!? Is his skin burning!? "It's just... I'm really... uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable how? I can turn up the AC, and you can lean on me?”

You hesitate a bit, he’s being so fucking sweet, and you feel like a deviant right now. Your brain is on nothing but how long his fingers are, how good they’d feel inside you, fuck when you’d been together you’re not sure he touched you much. He had slipped them in for a moment but you were so needy you had begged him to put it in.

Oh and that stretch.

But they’re long, and they’re thick, thumb brushing your thigh. You sigh, shutting your eyes again.

“You know you can tell me anything, yeah? Known you since the fucking fifth grade, now is not time to get shy.”

“Right…” You take a shaky breath. “It’s embarrassing."

“Okay, how?”

"I'm horny," you blurt it out, watching his own blush, cursing a bit. "Like, painfully horny. I feel like I will jump you, straddle you, fuck your hands are so big and… Satoru, were they always this big!?”

“Were they…” He laughs nervously. “What?

“Were they always this big – and why do you smell like that?” He blushes brighter as you lean forward, your hand covering his. “I’m going to lose it, I can’t act like this, but it’s like I’m going to die if I don’t cum. I’m wet from nothing.”

Oh fuck.

He can’t take that, looking at you as you lean forward, your tits are right in his view, that sleeve falling off your off shoulder sweater, showing too much of your pretty skin. He swallows nervously, it takes everything not to just drag you on his lap and pump you full of cum.

God, what would your nipples look like dripping milk? How big and full would your tits get? He feels like he’s the pervert, and you’re over here worrying, he can see it as you pull back just a bit.

"Oh. That's... that's a thing? With pregnancy?” He tries to act calm, cock throbbing.

"Apparently," you mutter, shifting again. "And it's fucking awful right now, I am not trying to be… distant, okay? I…”

The car hits a bump and you whine out.

“Ugh!” You cover your face, Satoru is quiet for a moment, then clears his throat, taking your hands down slowly, making you look at him. “This is embarrassing!"

“Nah, it’s… just…” He swallows a bit, nervous as his fingers wrap around your delicate wrists. "I could... I mean, if it would help... I could help you out. As a friend if you um… want? As… a baby daddy… friend or-"

You blink then. "What?"

"Just... to take the edge off I could help you feel better," he murmurs, his cheeks still slightly flushed, eyes dark. "I helped you get in this state, I could at least help you with this, to make you cum, hmm?”

“Make me cum?” You’re trembling a bit at that. “Like and… it’s fine with you?”

“Is it fine with me,” he laughs a bit, shaking his head, tilting your chin up. “You askin’ if I have a problem making you cum for me?”

“I just,” you bury your face against his chest, his hand slipping up your thigh achingly slow. “Make me cum how?”

“You keep staring at my hands, do you want my fingers inside you?” You suck in a breath, burying your face again, feeling his thumb brushing your skin. “What else is your best friend for, hmm?"

“Satoru,” you laugh softly, biting down on your lip, peeking over at the partition. “Would he hear?”

“You were loud,” you gasp and playfully shove at him. “I’m kidding… kind of. You really were.”

“I’ll be a little quiet,” you whisper. “You were loud too.”

“Brat, tch,” you giggle, and it feels perfect.

Satoru is your best friend.

Satoru got you pregnant.

Now Satoru Gojo’s fingers are sliding up your thighs, his fingertips tugging at the waistband of those leggings, you love wearing them lately, with your body already changing just a bit. “Are you sure you want me to?”

“Yes,” you whisper, a hand slipping up his chest, shaky just a bit as his fingertips slip lower. “Helping me as my friend.”

“Best friend.”

“Best ever,” you whisper – delusional – nodding so he has the okay, his fingers are just a bit hesitant at first, gently tracing the edge of your panties before slipping underneath, finding you. “Mnh!”

You gasp as his fingers brush against your folds, already slick with arousal, embarrassingly so in fact – so wet the squelch is loud as he darts it up your slit, Satoru moans softly, looking into your eyes and slipping lower. His fingertip dips in, and even more slick drips out, your panties already sticky, he lets out a little hum, running them up, studying you.

"Fuck," he murmurs, voice breathy. "You weren't kidding, you’re soaked, sweetheart, hmm?”

You shake your head in response, spreading your thighs wide for his fingers to explore you, he finds your clit easily, circling it gently and all teasing, making you whine out in frustration before applying more pressure, drawing patterns like he had that night months ago.

“Satoru!” You whisper it, trying to keep quiet as you arch against his hand, a desperate whine escaping your lips again, hands gripping at his sweater too tightly.

"Like that?" he asks, his voice soft, god does he have to sound like that? You’re trying to keep it together, but the faster his fingers rub your twitchy lil clit, the worse.

"Yes, y-yes like that I…. mhm!”

He knows your body, he has no problem sliding two in deep, curving up and letting the heel of his palm graze your needy clit, squishing noises even louder as he watches you, waiting for you to fall apart for him.

“So wet,” he murmurs, moving faster. “You’re close, hmm?”

You nod quickly, letting him lean forward – as if he may kiss you, just hovering a centimeter away as he works your cunt, lifting his chin and looking down at you, eyes hungry and bright blue.

“Then cum, let go,” he whispers, and you do it like on command, earning his soft, murmured praise, orgasm rushing through you until you’re high from it, resting your face against his neck.

“Toru,” you breathe out, eyes shutting, the orgasm so much better than what you can do yourself.

"Better?" he asks softly, pulling his fingers back just a bit, eyeing that slick and moaning. “Fuck…”

"Much better,” you mumble, seeing that amount of slickness and panicking. “Oh god sorry…”

“For what? Being soaked?” He smirks a bit. “No need.”

“I um…” He sucks your cunt off his fingers, making your lips part at the filthy little act, something you’ve never seen with any other partner.

He just tasted your cunt, his cheeks hollowing.

“I um… you uh…” Words. Use words. “I… th-thhank you?"

"Anytime," he says with a small smile, chuckling a bit as your flavor hits his tastebuds. “What sort of friend would I be if I let you hurt like that?”

“Right, you’re winning the best friend – baby daddy award,” he snorts, and the two of you act fine, act as if this was just that.

You’re both too fucking scared to admit what it really is.

*****

A month later

You're staying over at Gojo's place again – it's become more frequent since the pregnancy was confirmed. The two of you spend a lot of time together, preparing a bit or just enjoying each other’s company. You had to tell your families, which was not an easy conversation, especially with Satoru’s parents.

They’d been appalled quite frankly, Satoru was supposed to marry who they wanted him to, they were anything if not distant and terrible as long as you knew him. You’d held his hand that night during that dinner, and asked if he wanted you to stay over again, quiet as you both drove home.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured softly, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, I expected much worse.”

“I still want to,” you had said, kissing his cheek, your eyes fluttering shut, his hand had instinctively touched your tummy, getting rounder now, something so intimate and sweet it almost broke you.

You hated going home alone.

There were plenty of rooms – but tonight you couldn’t just sleep in one, tossing and turning until you got up in the middle of the night, peeking to see Satoru asleep, sprawled across his bed with his lankly limbs – the sheets tangled around his waist. You watch him for a moment, you’ve seen him asleep countless times, but everything lately has felt so different.

“Toru?”

“Hmm?” He opens his eye and turns, peeking at you. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

His voice is all raspy with sleep, making your heart flutter. God he’s even cuter, leaning up in the dark, brushing a hand through his hair with a sleepy smile. “Could I sleep in your bed?”

“You want the comfiest one, hmm?” He teases, holding up the blanket for you to crawl in beside him. “Come closer.”

“You sure?” He nods, tugging you against him and sighing, burying his face in your neck. “Will it be too much?”

“No, not at all,” he feels so good, he’s so warm, his body against yours. “Get some sleep.”

But sleep still eludes you, you instead can’t stop thinking of how badly you crave not any kind of food or drink like a normal pregnant girl.

You’re craving Satoru.

God, thinking of that hardness pressing against you in your mouth, to taste him for once, feel him harden on your tongue and pulse. Swallow him down, suck him till he’s whimpering, cumming over and over?

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, hmm?” He teases you again. “I feel your brain whirling over there.

“I’m having an odd craving,” you mumble, turning over to him now, he raises a brow at you, yawning.

“I’ll order whatever, what is it?”

“You can’t order it,” you bite your lip now, and he laughs.

“You want me to make you cum again?”

“No.”

“No?” You slide down the bed, gently pulling back the sheets a bit, and his breath catches in his throat. He's only wearing boxers, and you can already see the outline of his cock, thick and growing, a little dark spot where pre is slipping. “Oh you… you’re craving…”

“I really want your cock in my mouth.”

Is Satoru fucking dreaming!?

He wonders as he blinks rapidly at you, your fingertips trailing his abdomen, making them tense. “You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yeah, that sounds insane. I want…” You sigh. “Cum.”

“Cum!? Is that even safe!?”

“I don’t know, that’s not in a book!” You pull back now, sighing. “God I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, don’t go,” he catches your wrist quickly, tugging you against him. “I would never turn down your mouth, you fuckin’ kidding?”

“You sure?”

“Am I sure,” he shuts his eyes, trying not to act as eager as he really is, and completely failing. “In what world does anyone turn that down? Especially from you.”

“You want it then?” You whisper, reaching out to trace the length of him through the soft fabric, he whimpers just a bit, the sound making you ache.

“You really wanna suck me till I cum? You don’t want like… ice cream with pickles or something?” You laugh softly, shaking your head, and he tugs you more, your hair falling against his skin, brushing his thigh. “Yeah, go ahead then, sweetheart. You can suck me any time you need.”

“Oh can I?” His hand brushes your hair back reverently as he tugs his cock out, he’s close to telling you he’s in love just when you kiss his flushed tip, tongue lapping to grab a little bit of white.

“Anytime,”he murmurs again instead, watching as you gently take the tip of him into your mouth, hot and wet. “Fuck…”

“Mnh,” you’re aching as you eye him, and his hand entangles gently into your hair, easing your head down so you can taste him – clean and slightly salty with the white coating your tastebuds. You moan softly as you take more of him in, your tongue swirling around to hit his frenum, making his hips buck up.

“God… so this is really your pregnancy craving?"

You hum around him in response, which makes him groan, thickening in your mouth as you move up and down, reaching for your pussy and touching it, letting him fuck into your throat, pausing then.

“Is it too much?”

You pull back with a messy pop, shaking your head. “I want it.”

“Fuck you’re pretty like this,” he whispers, his hand gentle but firm on the back of your head as you work him with your mouth, taking him deeper with each pass until he's hitting the back of your throat, and you’re gagging on him. “Takin’ me like that? So fucking good, doin’ s’good I…”

He’s mumbling, stuttering as he fucks your throat – just like you were dying for, making you suck harder, aching to taste all of him. Him whispering your name as you drool down his balls, his tip gliding past your uvula, while your fingers fuck in and out of your needy cunt.

“You’re touching her?” He asks softly, you hum in response, he’s lost at how good your throat feels, how tight with every little gasp. “Sucking me has you that needy, hmm?”

“Mhm,” you suck even harder, and he fears he won’t last long, not when you’re cumming, shaking and your throat is contracting, his thick length stretching it so good.

“Want all of that cum in your throat?” He whispers hoarsely, you moan again, eyes looking up under your lashes as he holds your hair in a ponytail. “I’ll give you all of it, then, sweetheart.”

He is not quiet when he cums, no, Satoru Gojo moans – husky and fucking loutd as his hips buck up, and he’s busting his creamy release. It’s spilling down your throat, and you greedily swallow every drop, slurping it all as he gently fucks your throat a few more times, whining out, sensitive.

You take your fingers of your cunt, slick and messy, sucking him up and down, still semi hard, eyes locked on his.

You just sucked Satoru Gojo’s cock.

Your friend since fifth grade.

You pull off, a thick string of saliva and cum dissolving from your licks, as your little pink tongue then gently licks him clean.

“You’re so perfect I…” He trails off, swallowing nervously and then tugging you up. “C’mere.”

You gasp as you land on his chest, and he wraps an arm around you, kissing your lips, tasting his own cum right off you.

You haven’t even kissed Satoru yet.

That’s what’s insane, you’ve gotten pregnant, you’ve fucked him, came on his fingers, but it was as if you both knew the kiss would ruin you, and it does, desperate, needy and sweet. How his hand tangles in your hair, and his lips move, plump and soft against yours.

That’s when the inevitable fact hits your heart – you didn’t just crave cum in your mouth, you wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to fall apart for you, his tongue glides on yours and you can’t help but sigh into his mouth. You lean up a bit, hands on his chest, a smile so big and goofy on his face you melt.

“So, was that just a craving?”

“Were your fingers just helping a friend out?” You ask, he laughs and shakes his head, cupping your face.

“What do you think?” You bury your face nervously, letting him hold you against his body, your heart racing.

“I think everything is insane. And scary and… I don’t ever, ever want to lose you, Satoru.”

“You won’t,” he whispers, kissing gently across your cheek, to your temple, but the words still don’t make it from his lips.

I love you.

It’s like they’re stuck, until you’re fast asleep, and he murmurs them like he did that night you conceived your baby.

*****

It goes on like that, sucking Satoru for your oral fixation, and fuck he’s not complaining, but soon it’s not enough, neither is you letting him finger you when you’re aching. You’re so sexy with your tummy swelling, and your tits so full, your face is glowing and your goddamn eyes are glittering.

You are sinking to your knees after work at your place when he halts you, shaking his head, making you pause.

“Oh um, not today?”

“You stand here,” he says instead, kneeling and making you blush, looking up at you under his snowy lashes. “I want to taste you this time.”

“Toru, you c-can’t… I’m getting big already and-”

“You’re perfect,” you melt when he gently slides up your dress, groaning when he sees your slick, pretty pussy. “Call it my pregnancy craving.”

“You got ‘em too, hmm?” he laughs softly, tickling your skin.

“Why don’t you sit down and spread your thighs,” you obey him – how can you not – sitting at the edge of the bed, eyeing the reflection of you both in your mirror for just a moment, the sight as filthy as it is sweet, worshipping you when he kisses up your inner thigh. “Good girl.”

“You can’t just say that, Toru,” he doesn’t know what it does until this very moment, when he spreads your plump lips, watching the slick pool down, so fucking pretty. His hand brushes up the curve of your tummy, tongue gathering that mess and drinking it with a greedy bob of his Adam's apple. “Mnh!”

“Fuck,” Satoru’s lost now – hand adjusting his straining erection, his other slipping higher, squishing a tit, feeling the weight of it in his palm as he looks up at your body, your face, head falling back.

You’re too pretty pregnant.

All he can think is how he’s almost glad you are right now, he knows it was an ‘accident’ but he’s so fucking happy, having you with him all the time, having your touch, your nearness. Seeing all the changes and knowing in this way the two of you are connected, a toxic little thought nagging at him that he’d love to do it again, next time on purpose.

Maybe he’s very happy pulling out didn’t work, and that the condom broke, when his fingers press into your thighs, and he’s greedily slurping at your cunt now. All gentleness lost as your flavors hit, ones he’s had little hints of at best, watching you suck him was amazing, but Satoru thinks he loves this just as much if not more, drinking your cunt up as you tremble, as you fall apart.

“I’m c-close, fuck I’m…” You’re pressing your thighs on either side, he pulls back, your wetness making his face glisten.

“Hold ‘em open,” he murmurs softly, you prop your feet up on the bed as he sinks further onto the plush of your rug. “Just like that.”

“I’m spread wide though…”

“And you were when I got you this way,” he grins as you blush. “You wouldn’t let me touch you, it was just – in me.”

“Well I wanna say it again,” you admit softly. “But also…”

You tug his hair, bringing his face against you, his moans vibrating on your messy, sensitive clit. Satoru slides two fingers in and fucks them in your hole, slick and drooling onto the carpet with every thrust, his mouth sucking your little clit inside it. A few more flicks and hums, and you’re shattering, cumming so hard you squirt all over him, soaking his shirt.

“Fuck…” He looks at you in wonder, you gasp, covering your face.

“Oh god!? I’ve never…”

“Good,” he is possessive then, as he stands up, sliding your dress until it’s off you completely, leaning forward and kissing your lips. “I’m glad if I made you first.”

“Are you getting possessive of your ‘friend’?” You tease – you both know the word is nonsense at this point, but you’re also scared to say more.

That you’re in love with him.

“Maybe I am…” He admits, his voice breathy and sensual, as you taste yourself, the sweetness from his mouth mixing with your own flavor, addictive. “Maybe I wanna pump you full of me, hmm? Maybe I’ve been wanting to.”

“Then do it,” you whisper, eagerly tugging down his zipper, seeing just how hard and thick he is. “Cum in me.”

“Fuck, seriously!?” You giggle a bit at that, nodding. “What position though? Can you… be on your back? Can you…”

“You didn’t read that part, hmm?” You tease him then, laying back and seeing how his eyes darken, his pretty tip leaking. “I can, but no weight on the tummy at this point so…”

“Got it,” he whispers, hands on your hips, standing between you as you lay there, thighs wide, your mess dripping in rivulets still from your thighs, when his tip hits your slit you both take a breath.

“Ah!” You’re so sensitive during this stage of pregnancy, you almost cum from a rub, embarrassing as it was to squirt on his damn face, you can still see where you soaked his shirt as he leans down, careful not to put weight on you. “Sensitive…”

“Yeah, are you, baby?” You nod quickly, he keeps rubbing it, like to torture you, kissing you while holding himself up and standing, achingly sweet even as his fat cockhead is going faster between your folds. “Yeah you are – gonna cum like this, hmm? Like that night?”

“You r-remember?” You mumble, losing control of your senses, clinging to his biceps, nails pressing over his shirt, Satoru sighs, kissing you again, as you feel your body tense up.

“Of course I remember,” your eyes meet, and you can’t help but shatter with another glide of his tip against your slit, impossibly more squirt spraying him. “God you’re wetter than before. Is that even possible?”

“In me, fuck… stop teasin’ me…” You are already cockdrunk from his tip, and he knows it – smirk on his handsome face. “Toru!”

“Lemme take my time, know how long I’ve waited?” You can’t answer, not when he glides his cock in, careful when in three thrusts he bottoms out, waiting for you to adjust. “Feel so fuckin’ good… you’re soaked…”

“Mhm,” your thighs tremble, he is easing back, his hands trailing down your changing body in a way that should make you nervous.

But you just want more.

“Beautiful…” He whispers, easing back and looking at the mess with every slow stroke, how your puffy lips are moving around his thickness, coated his raised veins till they’re glittery. “Look at you, sweetheart. These tits, so full, I can’t wait till there’s milk dripping.”

You whine out then, eyes rolling back as he begins to move, standing and lifting you just slightly, angling your hips so his cock can rub right on your sweet spot, hitting the little sponginess of it over and over in sweet little kisses. You shatter again, and again, cumming so much you get dizzy, your ears ringing, his cock filling you and stretching you more than you thought you could take.

He’s whispering your name in a way that’s nothing like ‘a friend’ or even a baby daddy, the way he says your name as he rests a hand on your ribcage, the other on your hip, fucking into you? It’s filthy, it’s loving, it’s everything and anything but how he’s said it your whole life, and yet…

It’s still the way he said it the day he met you.

When he first learned your name, the two of you became friends, and he shared his lunch with you because you forgot to make your own. The way when he took you home after school, and when he’d hold open that umbrella, the two Satoru Gojos meld – that one, and this one, a man fucking you up, holding you, his shirt half slid up from your hands.

“Off, off,” you tug impatiently and he laughs, doing just that, letting you touch his abdomen, his chest, gripping his obliques when he starts to move faster. “Ah!”

“Y-you okay, sweetheart?” He manages, pausing then. “Am I too…”

“Love it,” you mumble instead, shaking now. “Love it, please… more…”

“I’ll give you anything when you ask so sweet,” he eases out and you gasp, scowling at him. “I’m just going to make you more comfy, don’t you glare at me.”

“I said more and you… oh…” He’s gently putting a little pillow underneath your hips now, and you sigh, lashes fluttering. “That is better.”

“Mhm, impatient girl,” he glides back in, hitting your spot even better, every drag of his tip having you closer and closer. “You sure you want my cum? You wanna be so full of me it drips out all day?”

“Yes,” it’s automatic, your answer, Satoru whines out then, his cheeks all flushed, his eyes lidded and heavy – you feel him pulsing inside, he’s so big in your slick, messy walls. “Please… cum inside I… mnh!”

“Fuck,” Satoru gives you just that – all his milky cum, coating your walls in white, trembling as you milk him for every drop.

Oh, and when he sees that mess pouring from your pretty cunt? Well he can’t help but fuck it back inside, but this time with you on your knees, your head resting on the bed as he holds your body up. Watching the thick coating of his own white release slipping down his cock, his balls heavy again.

He gives you more of it – more of him, desperately whimpering in your ear, cum getting fucked back inside, whispering those treacherous words that you didn’t hear last time. But this time you do, you turn your head, drool spilling, eyes all fucked out – Satoru swipes your drool as he busts his load deep in you again, three now just getting fucked deeper, slipping from the mess you both are.

“You l-love me?” You mumble, brows drawn together. “Is that like… just talk during it or…”

“I love you,” he whispers again, a little louder, seeing your eyes glimmer. “Not just because I’m buried inside you and pussy drunk, no. I do love you. God I do.”

“I love you too, Toru,” you whisper, letting him kiss you, drinking his sighs and moans in as he gently rocks his still hard cock inside, in the stuffed full, creamy mess he’s made of you. “I love you too.”

It’s whispered over and over, when he’s showering you, helping you shave, being so gentle and sweet – like he wasn’t just railing your pussy, like he wasn’t fingering his cum back in. No, it’s perfect, the way you can finally not call Satoru Gojo just your friend anymore.

*****

You had a baby with your best friend by accident – but it’s anything but a mistake, in fact when you’re holding her in your arms and smiling at her, seeing the same blue eyes you’ve loved your whole life? When Satoru’s making a bottle downstairs and you’re rocking in the chair in the nursery he had made?

When she’s all milk drunk later in your arms and Satoru is laughing at her little face, brushing her cheek with his thumb? You know it was all for some reason, even if it’s a little too soon, and even if you’re not fully ready yet – you know it’s perfect here, having him kiss your head, sighing and looking at her.

“She’s so cute like this,” he says softly, brushing some of her downy hair that’s forming, you ease the bottle and she is still sucking. “She needs a binky?”

“Mhm,” he hands you one, and you slip it in her mouth, grinning all big up at Satoru now. “She looks so much like you. I’m not sure my genetics tried.”

“Well, I do have Gojo genes,” he’s all puffing his chest, you can’t help but giggle, before wincing a bit at the pain. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Still sore,” you admit, he gently takes her and places her in the pretty little bassinet, swaddling her up tightly before coming to you, helping you up. “Thank you… Toru, thank you for everything. I was scared at first, but…”

“I was too,” he admits, peeking down at you – still so beautiful, but the strain of having her has taken it’s toll. You’ve got dark circles, and your color isn’t all back yet, he picks you up before you can stop him.

“Toru!”

“You’re taking a nap.”

“I can walk!”

“I know,” he holds you anyway, you yawn and bury your face against his neck, lashes tickling his skin. “I love her so much.”

“I do too,” you admit, giggling. “So much I almost want another.”

“Another, hmm?’

“Not any time soon!” He just grins as he lays you down. “You deviant, don’t even think about it for at least two years!”

“Sure, I wasn't thinking about it at all,” he sighs as he sees your nipples dripping though, thumb brushing over one, tasting it. “Oh it’s sweet.”

“You little freak,” you tease, but you let him have just a taste, a little flick of his tongue before he tugs up your top. “Take a nap with me.”

“All right,” he is tired too, just trying to keep wide awake for you, but when he cuddles you to him, and feels you against him, he can’t stop his grin.

He got his best friend pregnant by accident – but the next time will absolutely be on purpose.

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thick as thieves!

pairing: thief!sukuna x thief!reader x noble!geto

content: angst. pining. what to do when the man you want only want money?

Sukuna stole your heart.

And your wallet.

Snatching both in his calloused grip, dark red eyes glinting at you as he snuck it from your pouch, clearly assuming you were just another foolish mark as he murmured seductive words meant to distract you.

Clueless to the fact your own hand had slipped into his own pocket to pilfer your own prize, feeling for a handful of small coins and some jewelry he must have snatched from his previous targets.

He thought he won.

Started to walk away before he felt for it a few moments later and looked back to where you were waiting for him to realize what you'd done and come back to demand his stuff back.

As if any of it actually belonged to him.

He stormed over, dark red eyes squinting at you when you expectantly held your hand back and told him he'd have to trade you for it.

Really, you hoped you'd get his heart in the exchange, but you settled for striking a different sort of deal.

A partnership of sorts. Like-minded people working towards a common goal.

Robbing idiots with loose pockets.

You started small. Lifting a few coins here and there from fools who were none the wiser. Then you started aiming higher. Richer targets. Greater rewards for the risk.

Usually, you'd fall in front of the carriage of some noble, or stop a merchant on the street, distracting them long enough for Sukuna to swoop in and steal enough to make a profit off of while still going undetected. Celebrating your earnings together over ale at the tavern in the evenings, giggling while he grunted over doing the real work.

But sometimes, you'd catch his mouth curling up in a hint of a smile, his hardened stare softening when you laughed and teased him.

Perhaps you were just as pathetic as the rest of your marks. Because despite knowing he'd betray you the second it was convenient, or the moment you turned into a cost instead of a benefit, you still fell for his glares, for his grumbles. For all the fun you had in the moments in between your scores, for the rare times where he looked at you less like a burden and more like a friend.

You were just the moron that wanted more.

Dreaming of a day that his eyes would linger on you, where his stare would share the want that burned in yours.

But dreams were just dreams. And all your wishful thinking landed you was in hot water when one of your schemes finally went wrong.

It was such a simple one too.

A nice carriage was coming by, and he'd pretend to be a stranger accidentally knocking you into the street with just enough time for it to stop before it could seriously hurt you.

You'd done it enough times to know the routine. Had the rhythm of it already down.

So you knew the very moment it was all fucked.

When you hit the ground half a second too late, the carriage driver not having the proper time to react. The horses in the front neighing as they struggled to stop soon enough, one of their hooves hit your side hard enough to knock all the breath from your chest.

This time, you didn't have to pretend to be hurt as you reflexively rolled away from the impact, a sharp whine of pain escaping as your hands shot to press down on the now aching throb in the left half of your stomach.

You were sure Sukuna would call it off.

Actually come check on you once he realized you were hurt.

But when you felt a hand on your shoulder, a honeyed voice in your ear asking if you were alright, you glanced up to find a warm pair of purple eyes instead of the sharp scowl you were expecting.

Dark hair framing his pretty face, his features surprisingly gentle as he extended a hand to help you stand. His outfit was ornate, far finer than even the more expensive fitted suits you'd seen some of the other nobles wear, yet still subtle enough that someone without an attuned eye for it might miss the detail. But beneath the concern flickering in his gaze, there was an intelligence to it that made your stomach drop at the striking realization that perhaps you'd picked the wrong target.

Stealing worked best when you were taking something from someone stupid enough not to notice.

And you had a funny feeling the man in front of you noticed everything.

"Are you okay?" He pressed again, pinching your chin between his fingers to guide your attention back to him when you didn't take his hand, forcing you to face him as you held in a stunned squeak. Pierced by his scrutinizing focus, chest constricting tight as you tried to force air out. "Looks like you got hit pretty hard."

It was hard to think of something intelligent to say when his presence made you feel small. Like some insect who accidentally stumbled upon a much larger predator, looking up at him as you slowly parted your lips, "I-I think so."

"We still better get you checked out," he hummed thoughtfully, although you couldn't shake that crawling feeling under your skin as he hoisted you gently up. "My estate has an excellent doctor."

"I'm really okay," you lied, ignoring the throb in your side as you resisted the urge to look back to see if Sukuna had snuck off with some prize from the carriage's luggage yet, or if he needed you to buy some time. "I can just walk it off."

Or crawl back into your bed to sleep for a day or two until it topped hurting, but he didn't need to know that.

"Nonsense," the stranger murmured, slipping a hand on your waist that pressed a little too tight to be considered purely polite. "My carriage hit you, so you're my responsibility now."

"I-I don't even know your name," you stuttered, aware that this was quickly devolving further and further out of hand.

"You can call me Suguru," he offered a charmingly crooked smile, although it alarmed you more than disarmed you.

And before you could scramble for an excuse, he was leading you back towards his carriage, opening the door and calling out instructions to his driver to return to his estate.

What the hell were you supposed to do when his status was so much higher than yours? When anyone else would think it was absurd you were rejecting his kindness?

You caught a flash of pink, your head turning in a panic to see Sukuna, his name about to leave your lips before you realized what he was doing - leaving you.

Rushing away from the back of the carriage, not even throwing you so much as a spare glance over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

You knew you shouldn't be surprised.

But it still stung. Heart sinking as his broad frame disappeared right as you were ushered into the comfort of a carriage, the man beside you softly murmuring that you could just stay the night with him depending on what the doctor said. Offering to let you stay as long as you needed actually so you could recover.

What would you even have waiting for you afterwards?

Sukuna already got what he wanted. He wouldn't care what happened to you. Not even if this Suguru never let you leave.

You probably weren't even worth stealing back.

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crazy in love | ryomen sukuna

chapter 6: the rotten ones

pairing: serial killer!sukuna x reader

summary: sukuna has loved you since you were in high school, and when he finally gets his chance with you, four years after graduation, he's the perfect boyfriend.

he treats you like you're worth more than the entire world, devoted solely to you, committed to keeping you healthy and happy in his arms for all eternity.

if only he wasn't killing people behind your back.

word count: 10.7k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, dub-con in the later chapters, dark content, rough sex, yandere sukuna, obsession, stalking, murder, blood, gore, manipulation, deception, unhealthy dynamics, jealousy, cheating (reader cheats on her bf with sukuna), sukuna is awful in this but he's good to reader exclusively, fic takes place in the early 2000s, horror, torture, abuse, trauma and ptsd, suicidal ideation, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, sexual assault/attempted rape (not by sukuna)

a/n: this chapter is very dark so please heed the above tags - as a major warning, this chapter includes attempted sexual assault

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Your hands were bound firmly behind your back, rope biting uncomfortably into your skin and leaving you squirming desperately in an attempt to loosen them and ease the discomfort. It didn’t help that your knees were aching beneath you, exhausted from the prolonged kneeling position that you’d been forced into. 

The three of you were lined up on the floor, in varying states of coping within the new situation you’d been thrust into. Yuki was the calmest of the three of you, refusing to cry or even offer the slightest reaction to the intruders who stood over her, sitting silently no matter what they tried to say to her. Even when Mahito had slapped her across the face she’d remained stoic, offering them nothing. 

Although you could hardly compare to Yuki’s mental strength, you were just about managing to hold yourself together too, keeping calm thanks to the steady belief that Sukuna would find you and help you through this. 

You really believed it, you had to believe it. 

Shoko was the biggest mess of the three of you, sobbing unwaveringly while her whole body trembled. You couldn't blame her - for some reason she’d become the sadistic focus of the other man, known as Jogo. If he wanted to inflict terror upon the three of you, it was always Shoko who found herself at the receiving end of his wrath, and as such her throat was terribly bruised along with her right eye, where he’d struck her hard across the face. 

You were the only one who hadn’t been hit, at least not yet, but you weren’t sure it could be counted as a blessing. Mahito seemed to have taken a liking to you in a way that he didn’t extend to the other two, always reaching out for you and playing with your hair, stroking your face, running his fingers along the bare skin of your thigh. It made you sick, and each time you tried to draw away he would pull you back firmly with a wide smile, like it was all part of some game. 

At first, you weren’t sure what their actual plan was, for the two intruders had broken in and tied you up, only to sit back and smoke weed for a while, leaving the three of you shivering and incapacitated, waiting for whatever was coming next. You supposed that was probably all part of the game - a ploy to send your imagination running wild with thoughts of what they might do to you. 

But once they were done smoking their joints, their game had really started. 

“Okay, you.” Mahito was pointing his gun at Yuki, staring down at her easily. “What’s a secret that you’ve been keeping from these two?” This was the third or fourth question of that manner that the men had levied that evening, seemingly finding joy in causing strife between you all and lashing out with violence when you tried to lie or refused to answer. 

It was a little sickening to think that you’d been playing truth or dare earlier that afternoon, and now you were being forced to play it at gunpoint. It wouldn’t have surprised you to find out that Mahito had been skulking around the whole time, listening in on your interactions with your friends and building this encounter based on it. 

“I don’t have any,” she said firmly, grunting as Mahito slapped her once more.

“Wrong answer.” He clicked the safety off the gun. “Come on, lie again or try to back out and I’ll pull the trigger. It’s only her that I need in working condition.” He jerked his head in your direction. “There must be something, maybe you fucked her boyfriend or something?” 

Yuki sneered at the implication, but the hatred dissipated the moment she remembered her situation. Her dislike for Sukuna seemed rather petty and insignificant in the face of this new violence. 

“Fine.” Yuki turned to you with an earnest stare. “I tried to get Sukuna to break up with you when I first found out you were dating. Sorry, I know you want us to get along, but I hate the guy. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is about him, but he’s bad news and I don’t want to watch him ruin your life with his bullshit. Sue me.” 

Mahito watched the exchange carefully, eyes lightening up with a cruel glee, only to pout when you offered no dramatic reaction. Even if you hadn’t known the details, it didn’t surprise you that Yuki had tried to intervene - you’d been sure they’d shared some terse words that morning you’d all gone out for brunch, the tension at the table upon your return from the bathroom had been palpable. 

“It's okay, I get it,” you said evenly, more than willing to let it go. Yuki had your best interests at heart, and she wasn’t wrong to be skeptical over some of Sukuna’s more possessive qualities considering the break-in stunt - even if you generally found his nature more charming than concerning. 

“How boring. That’s all?” Mahito asked, switching his focus to you. “She tried to break up your relationship and it's just okay? Get mad about it!” You glared up at him, unsure how he could be so dense as to believe that you’d turn on your friends in this situation. It was pointless to get mad at Yuki right now, all that mattered was living through the evening unharmed. 

“That’s all,” you mumbled, drawing a sigh from the blue haired man. 

“Okay, then how about you, sweetheart?” He asked, edging closer and caressing your face with the barrel of the gun. You flinched at the cold touch of the metal, trying to stay calm in the face of it. You were worried that panicking would just annoy the intruders and cause them to put an end to you early. 

Or perhaps they’d cause harm to one of your friends in a bid as punishment for freaking out. You didn’t want to be the cause of anyone’s suffering. 

“What’s a secret you’ve been hiding? Share it with the class.” 

Just like Yuki, you found yourself unsure as to what you might say, for there weren’t really any secrets you’d been keeping from the both of them. But in a bid to get things over with sooner, you turned to Yuki with a heavy sigh. “Sukuna broke into my house a few weeks ago to have sex with me in the middle of the night to fulfill some kink of his. I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d go crazy about it.” 

“What the fuck?” She asked, suddenly enraged as if forgetting the situation for just a moment. “He broke into your house? That’s so fucked up, why would you keep dating him after that?.” 

“We talked it out,” you responded quickly. “He just got carried away and he thought I’d be into it too. He said it won’t happen again.” 

“Right, because he’s so fucking honest all the time.” 

“He’s good to me,” you argued. 

“Really? Because what you just described makes it sound like he raped you.” 

Immediately you were rearing back, your eyes wide in disgust, like Yuki had poured cold water over you. The words were unpleasant, a sickening feeling twisting within you to hear her describe it in such a manner. You’d never viewed Sukuna’s actions in such a way. Sure, he’d crossed a line in that instance, but sex with him had never been anything other than a pleasure. It was always something that you wanted, and if you ever told him to stop you had the utmost confidence that he would stop. 

Yuki disliking him was one thing, but to cast such incorrect judgement over your dynamic had a spark of hatred igniting itself in your chest. 

“That’s not what I’m saying, at all. God, not everything is black and white, Sukuna isn’t the root of all evil, and I’m so sick of you treating me like a baby all the time. Let me make my own decisions and you can bitch about me to Shoko in private when you don’t agree with them,” you spat. 

“Oh, is that what you do about me?” She asked. “Talk about me behind my back rather than to my face?” 

“Sometimes, yeah. When you're being like this.” Your words hung heavy in the room, and Yuki fell silent, shaking her head and diverting her brown eyes to the ground.

Mahito burst out laughing. 

“Yes! That’s the kind of thing I was talking about!” He waved the gun at Shoko. “Now you!”

Shoko seemed a little bewildered. Of the three of you she was flagging the most, struggling to keep her eyes open. It was clear that there was significant damage to her neck, and even as she hesitated to find an answer, Jogo was striding over and putting his cigarette out on her shoulder, pulling a fearful yelp from her lips. 

“Stop it.” Yuki hissed, only to be ignored by both men, who continued to urge Shoko on for an answer, rubbing the gun up against her temple. 

“Come on, quickly now. Don’t want us to put a bullet in your skull, do you?” Jogo asked. 

Shoko shook her head fearfully, biting down on her lip for a moment before taking a shuddering breath. “I slept with Choso a few months before you guys got together.” She confessed, keeping her gaze forward, seemingly terrified of casting a glance at Yuki.

You couldn’t keep the shock from your face, because you hadn’t known that. And based on the sheer guilt in Shoko’s eyes, you were certain this was the first time she’d told anybody.

“It- it was back when I didn’t know what I wanted and I was still exploring things. Me and him hooked up at a party. I knew that you liked him but I was drunk and things just kind of happened. Sorry Yuki. I should’ve told you.” 

“Oooh, now that’s spicy!” Mahito exclaimed, glancing over at your blonde friend. You weren’t sure at first that she’d even registered it, seemingly processing too many things at once, as if she’d reached some sort of saturation point. But after a few seconds she breathed out a deep sigh and looked at Shoko. 

“It was before we were dating?” 

Shoko nodded earnestly, eyes still fixed in front of her. 

“That’s fine. It’s just- why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t Cho tell me?” 

Shrugging, Shoko stumbled over her words, clearly struggling to formulate a coherent answer. “I don’t know. I guess I just felt like you’d be mad at me? You’d told me you were crushing on him and I still- fuck- sorry.” She trailed off. 

There was more silence, before Yuki shrugged, turning her head away from the both of you. “Sure, whatever.” 

“Girls and their drama huh?” Mahito cut through the silence. “Why can’t you all just get along like me and Jogo here? Always bitching about each other’s boyfriends, it's sad.” You stared at him blankly, eager to point out how sexist such a statement was, but unwilling to risk your life for such a correction. 

Right now, all three of you needed to get it together. Sure, the evening’s revelations had been far from ideal, but it didn’t matter. You could squabble about that stuff once you were safe - none of it mattered if you were going to die tonight either way. 

Twisting your hands in your bindings, you observed the area. You were still in the living room, where the two of them had come barrelling in through the window. If you were able to free yourself you could leap out the way they’d come in, or alternately make a run for the internal door and hope you could lose them in the maze of corridors that made up Satoru’s house. 

Unfortunately, you weren’t convinced that all three of you would be able to break free at the same time, and you weren’t about to sacrifice the others for the sake of your own freedom. It wasn’t fair. 

But still, there had to be some way out. 

“Come on, Yuki, is it?” Mahito asked, crouching before her. “Don’t you wanna hurt these girls for what they’ve done? Tell me which one you’re angrier at, and I’ll inflict a wound on them to make sure they don’t forget it.” 

Shoko whimpered, and immediately you were sitting bolt upright, breathing quickly as Yuki said nothing, her eyes still trained on the floor. 

“Pick one, or I’ll shoot them both in the head.” 

Panic flickered in Yuki’s brown eyes, the threat leading to her swiftly raising her head, glancing between the two of you. Shoko had started sobbing, Jogo’s arm wrapped threateningly around her shoulders, his hand stroking the side of her face with a cruel affection. You were calmer on the surface, eyes staring at her pleadingly, hands trembling a little behind your back. 

Yuki spoke your name softly, guilt and hurt present in her expression before she dropped her head again, hiding beneath a mane of blonde hair. 

You couldn’t say that you really blamed her. With the state that Shoko was in, and the pain that had already been inflicted upon her, Yuki would be wrong to suggest that she should be on the receiving end of any more suffering. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t terrified for yourself, quivering as Mahito approached you, drawing a blade from his pocket. 

As he drew closer, you flinched back, trying to escape from his grasp. You were no match for his speed or strength, letting out a cry of fear as he took a seat on the floor, pulling you forcefully into his lap. “Shhhh. Calm down,” he hummed, his lips pressing against your hair in an action meant to comfort you. It filled you with nothing but revulsion, tears bubbling up in your eyes as he pressed the knife up against your arm. 

“What should I cut into her, Yuki?” He asked. “I’m quite the artist, you know?” 

Yuki said nothing, refusing to look at you. Tears were dripping down onto the floor beneath her, tremors wracking her body. For all of Yuki’s strength and confidence, it had amounted to nothing. She was just as scared as the rest of you, held at bay by a singular gun, unwilling to act like a hero and have her life stolen from her. 

“No ideas?” Mahito asked with a pout. “I suppose I could write whore since you clearly are one. Enjoying your boyfriend breaking in to fuck you? That’s depraved. Bet you’ll like what I’m going to do to you later.” A sob escaped you, fresh horror making itself known in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to vomit. 

“Please, don’t.” You rasped. 

“No? Too bad you don’t get a say in the matter, sweetheart. We came here for some fun, you’re not depriving us of it just because you’re a stick in the mud.” He paused, giving you a look over. “Now, where should I cut you - any preferences on this matter, Yuki? You’re the one doing this to her.” 

“Stop it.” She mumbled weakly, her face still averted to what was happening before her eyes. “Just leave them both alone.” 

“No, no, no.” Mahito waved his blade haphazardly, before showing her the gun holstered in the top of his jeans, momentarily stowed away to allow him more control with his knife. “I told you already, it's the knife, or I shoot them both in the head. There’s no other option. So understand that you are doing this to her, and watch it happen like an adult.”

Mahito snapped his fingers at Jogo, who seemed reluctant to release Shoko from his hold. Clearly he was subservient in this little dynamic that they had going though, because he moved over to Yuki and wrenched her head back with a fistful of hair, forcing her eyes to meet your wide, frightened ones. 

“Mmm, where to put it…” Mahito mused, your body jolting as his fingers found the hem of your shirt, pushing it upwards and trailing the knife up your stomach until it reached the bottom of your bra. “How about here?” He asked, tapping the space between your two breasts. “Then, anyone who fucks you will be able to see what you are plain and simple. You like that idea, Yuki?” 

She shook her head vigorously, more tears streaming down her cheeks. The apology in her eyes was clear, and you found yourself sobbing too. You wanted to be in Sukuna’s arms, wanted to cling to him for all eternity, safely cocooned within his grip where nothing bad could ever happen to you. 

But Sukuna wasn’t there, and there was no one else who would come to your rescue. 

“Stay still.” Mahito cooed, “if you move about I’ll make a mess and then you might really be in trouble. You don’t want me cutting too deep by mistake.” 

A pained cry ripped from your lips as Mahito made his first incision in the valley between your breasts, a long line of a ‘W’ cut into your sensitive skin, blood beading and dripping down onto the band of your bra. You and Sukuna had done knife play before, and it was nothing like this. With Sukuna, you felt safe, certain that he knew your limits - the knife would prick but never truly cut. 

This was something different, something revolting. 

You retreated within yourself, and somewhere in the distance you could hear your own voice begging him to stop. Perhaps you could hear Shoko and Yuki’s too, all pleading tearfully while Mahito added another line to his creation, your body jolting painfully with the careful movements of the knife. 

Whether or not you were thankful that he only made it through two lines of the first letter before something happened, you weren’t quite sure. Because a big part of you would’ve chosen to have the word whore branded permanently on your chest over what transpired in those next few seconds. 

Somehow, in the short time that Jogo had been preoccupied with Yuki, Shoko had wrenched her hands free of her bindings. And while the two men were distracted with you, she took her chance and made a bolt for the door leading further into the house. 

She’d stumbled when leaping to her feet, and the moment she’d set off at a run, her feet had caught on the rug below, sending her careening onto her hands and knees for a second before recovering. 

It was too many mistakes to make. 

Mahito’s knife clattered to the floor, grazing your thigh with a cut as it fell past you. His pistol was in his hand in an instant, a shot firing before you had time to prepare for it, leaving a disgustingly loud ringing sound in your ears, muffling much of what followed. Mahito still held you, and the two men were arguing about something incomprehensible, but all you could do was stare at the blood stain on the white door, eyes wide in horror. 

There was a body laying beneath it, one that had finally stopped quivering. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen a body, not even the first time you’d seen one covered in blood at the sign of a violent death, but that didn’t leave you any better equipped to cope. You emptied your stomach on the floor beside you, barely hearing Mahito’s complaints about how disgusting that was. 

It wasn’t something you could help. 

Desperate panic built within you, and you found yourself looking to Yuki, who seemed to be in the midst of a panic attack. Her breaths were coming out ragged, sobbing aloud in a way you’d never heard from her before, a look of pitiful defeat present in her usually lovely chestnut eyes. 

“Why- why are you doing this?” You sobbed, surprised at the sound of your own voice. “She didn’t deserve that, y-you were cutting into my skin like you wanted, you didn’t need to-” you cut yourself off, not knowing what more to say. 

You thought you might throw up again. 

Mahito grinned, wiping a tear from your cheek. “It gets real boring out here, sweetheart. What better entertainment is there than playing with a bunch of pretty girls until they break? Killing is entertainment, and she was too panicky to be useful for much else.” 

Noticing the horror in your expression, his grin only spread further. 

“Not all things need any deep profound meaning, you know. I love the blood and the suffering! There’s little more to it.” 

There was nothing for you to say, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stared at Shoko’s lifeless body spread across the floor. Her blood was seeping out and staining the wood beneath her, her life gone in a single instant, one which you and Yuki had been powerless to prevent. You felt pathetic, your hands flexing in their bindings, regretting agreeing to go along to Satoru’s holiday home, wishing you’d had a nice quiet weekend in Sukuna’s apartment like your boyfriend had wanted. 

“You good to keep an eye on that one, Jogo? I don’t wanna wait much longer. The punishment games aren’t as fun when there’s only two.” Mahito’s gaze was fixed on you with deep lust, his fingers crawling up the length of your arm. 

“Sure, whatever. I’ll watch her while you have your fun, then we’ll do the usual.” 

“Great!” Mahito stood up, throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. 

You couldn’t find it in you to struggle, your mind practically shutting down as Mahito stepped over Shoko’s body to head out into the corridor, like she was nothing more than an obstacle in his path. 

Like she hadn’t been someone you loved.

—

Sukuna had been beset with the chilling feeling that something was wrong. 

It had started just after they’d left the butchers, when he’d shot you a quick text to ask if you wanted anything from the liquor store. Usually, you were quick to reply to him, very rarely leaving your phone on silent, so when a few minutes passed by without you even reading his message, a hint of concern ignited within him. 

He’d tried calling you then, since the rest of the boys had already bought what they wanted, and Sukuna didn’t want to leave without knowing if he should pick you something up, but the phone rang out, going straight to voicemail, and that really worried him. 

Now, to his credit, he did try his best to reason with himself that everything was probably fine. You were likely just caught up chatting with the girls about one thing or another, perhaps you’d left your phone upstairs, or maybe you were watching some movie with the volume turned up so high that you didn’t hear the ringing of your cutesy mobile. 

But he couldn’t quite shake the anxiety from his chest. 

He cursed himself for even attempting to cast his worries aside once the boys made it back from their walk to find the house eerily silent. The window of the living room was smashed inwards, leaving shards of glass all over the wooden floor, and the menu screen for the Ferris Bueller DVD was drenching the whole room in bright white. 

“What- what the fuck?” Satoru hissed. 

The four of them were frozen outside, staring in through the window at the empty room. In the artificial light, Sukuna could just about make out blood staining the sofa, and more flooding the floor behind it. Amongst that partially obscured pool, he could make out what looked like a hand peeking out from behind the couch, and his heart dropped. 

He didn’t wait to consult with the others in their state of shock, and gave little thought to the fact that whoever had done this might still be in the house. Instead he made straight for the window, heart pounding in his chest as he leapt gracefully through the gap, vision shaky but still fixed on that small hand partially shrouded in darkness. 

It couldn’t be you. It couldn’t be. 

It wasn’t. 

Rounding the side of the couch, he stopped in his tracks at the site of Shoko. She was cold, motionless, her brown eyes still open. Blood was dripping from a gunshot wound straight through her skull, leaving her brown hair sticky and matted. There was still a flush to her cheeks, suggesting that whatever had transpired hadn’t taken place all that long ago. 

This wasn’t the first dead body Sukuna had seen - in that area he would consider himself more than experienced. He’d disemboweled Ryu, had smashed Yorozu’s head in with a hammer, had gone so far as to actively torture Kashimo before finally disposing of him - and yet, none of that had made him feel sick like the sight before him.

Shoko had been a good friend of yours. She was a person who Sukuna liked - a good influence on you, someone that would always leave you happy after you’d gone to hang out with her. 

She didn’t deserve what had happened to her. 

But more to the point, whoever had done this to Shoko currently had you, and that thought made him want to vomit. 

He had to find you. 

There was the sound of glass crunching, and Sukuna glanced over at the boys making their way in behind him. They all looked freaked out, and Satoru’s eyes widened in horror as he finally reached Sukuna’s side, letting out a strangled yelp of horror. “Shoko! Oh fuck.” He was down on his knees in an instant, pouring over her as if he might find a pulse if he tried hard enough. “Quick, someone call an ambulance! Suguru - take my phone, oh shit.” 

Suguru was already dialing 911, whilst Choso was standing with hunched shoulders, his expression riddled with terror. It was clear he was going through the same spectrum of emotions that Sukuna was, full of pity for Shoko but focussed on the fate of his own girlfriend who was absent from the room. 

“Yuki-” he mumbled. “I’ve gotta find Yuki.” 

“Do you have a gun?” Sukuna asked Satoru, his voice eerily calm. Internally he was panicking, seething at the idea of someone hurting you, but he wasn’t the type to get frazzled, especially not when he had so many executions on his hands already. 

“What-” 

“These fuckers are probably still here. Do you have a gun here?” 

Satoru nodded. “There’s a cabinet in the kitchen. I’ll show you.” He slowly rose from his position beside Shoko, letting Suguru watch over her while he spoke with the police, asking for immediate support along with an ambulance - not that medical help would do much for Shoko at that point. 

Hurrying into the kitchen, they avoided making too much noise, eager to have the advantage of surprise over any perpetrators. Internally, Sukuna was screaming. He wanted to go on a rampage around the house - tear doors off their hinges and scream at the top of his lungs. But he wasn’t stupid, any warning given to the person or people who had done this could lead to your death. 

He would be nothing but calm and careful. 

It wasn’t clear if the same could be said for Choso, who was visibly shaking while Satoru unlocked the gun rack. Sukuna wasn’t sure the boy had any capability of keeping it together, and he’d be damned if his friend’s weak heart led to your demise somehow. Fortunately, Satoru seemed to be more locked in to the task at hand, breathing easily as he handed Sukuna a pistol, keeping the hunting rifle to himself. 

Satoru, despite his kind and friendly demeanor, had always been the type of man who could do whatever was needed when the time came. He’d been there for Sukuna in plenty of fights throughout high school and had lied their way out of being arrested when they’d been caught with drugs on more than one occasion. 

He was the best person to have on hand in a situation like this, outside of Sukuna himself. 

Later, he was sure the boy would be a total mess, but that was fine. All Sukuna needed was for him to be strong in the moment. 

“I’ll cover the top two floors, you two deal with the bottom two.” Sukuna whispered after a quick check that the pistol was loaded. “If you find them, don’t hesitate to shoot. They deserve the same respect they gave Shoko.” 

Depending on the condition he found you in, he’d probably give the cause a fate even worse than death, but there was no need to recommend that outcome to his friends. They could decide how they wanted to deal with the situation on their own. 

“You gonna be okay by yourself?" Satoru asked. 

Sukuna wanted to laugh at how vastly Satoru was underestimating him, but he was too anxious and enraged to waste any more time. “Yeah. Let's get to it.” 

Hurrying up the stairs, he found it hard to balance speed with silence, wincing each time a step would creak beneath his feet. The stairs were situated at the back of the house, with connected flights moving directly up from the first floor to the fourth. He was on the landing of the second floor when he heard a muffled scream from down the hall, pausing him in his tracks. 

The cry was followed by some begging and sobbing, in a voice which belonged to Yuki. Shortly after, there was the gruff sound of a man speaking and a harsh slap. He faltered in his decision, one foot already on the stairs to continue upwards. He’d assigned this floor to Choso and Satoru, who were still checking out the floor below, and if he was being completely honest, he couldn’t care less about Yuki’s fate. 

What gave him pause was the idea that you might be in there with her, and that had him reversing back down the stairs and along the hallway to a partially opened door, light flooding out into the darkness Sukuna nestled within. Gun in hand, the safety already off, he peered round the door, catching sight of Yuki sitting on the bed, her face bruised and bloodied. 

He watched silently as the large man standing over her struck her for a second time, blood dripping from her cracked lips. There was no defiance in her eyes, none of that fiery hatred Sukuna was often subject to. She had been reduced to a woman overcome with terror, her clothes sticking to her skin, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

If he was a better person, he probably would’ve stepped in and helped - raised his gun to the man’s head in a swift movement and pulled the trigger. But you weren’t there in that room with her, and he’d waste no time aiding a woman he hated when the one he loved was still in peril. 

Choso could save his own damn girlfriend. 

So he backed away slowly, hoping the floor didn’t creak beneath him, before making for the floors above. 

It didn’t take him long to find you after that, your sobs and whimpers flooding the area as he stumbled up onto the fourth floor, which housed the master bedroom Satoru had been staying in. You weren’t begging coherently like Yuki had been, your words a mess of desperate pleas and cries. 

Heart soaring, he found immense comfort in the knowledge that you were alive, your body still warm and moving in a way that Shoko’s never would again. 

But any happiness was quickly replaced by sheer rage at the reality you were currently living. Because at that moment you were alone in a bedroom with some creep who’d carelessly murdered your friend - completely victim to some psycho’s will. 

Sukuna was no longer thinking, acting on impulse as he pushed open the door silently. There was no bright light like the room Yuki had been in, the bedroom instead illuminated by a softer lamp, as if the attacker had wanted to set the mood. He could hear blood pumping in his ears as he rounded the corner, allowing him full vision of Satoru’s bedroom. 

You were there on the bed, laying down atop silk sheets which had clearly been disrupted in a struggle upon them. Even now you were wriggling, trying to pull at the fabric beneath you, letting out soft, anxious cries of fear. 

It was an image that he’d seen hundreds of times - you, laying there with a flushed face, your shirt discarded elsewhere. Usually it was a pleasant image, one that he was always happy to see, knowing that you’d be beneath him, all happy and breathy in his arms. 

But this was the most unpleasant scene he’d ever witnessed.

Because he wasn’t the one laying on top of you. Instead, you were pinned down by that freak from the gas station, a wide smile stretched upon his pale lips as he grappled with you beneath him, easily warding off your attempts to push him away. 

Just like you, the man was in a state of partial nudity, his shirt thrown on the floor beside yours, and Sukuna found fleeting relief in the realisation that he wasn’t too late. You still had your comfy shorts on, keeping you from further defilement, and you were fighting hard for that dignity to remain intact. 

The man had clearly hit you in an attempt to get you to what he wanted, a dark bruise rising around your left eye, and as Sukuna’s gaze drifted down your form he took note of a glistening red mark between your breasts - blood trailing from it down onto your stomach. 

“Come on baby, stop fighting me. I told you we were gonna have a good time, stop being a bitch-” 

You kicked at him as hard as you could, your feet barely doing any damage as he pinned you back down, a pale hand locking around your throat firmly, pulling a strangled whimper from your lips. 

“What did I just fucking tell you? Play nice and maybe you’ll actually enjoy-”  

The gun went off with no active decision on Sukuna’s part, his hands acting all on their own. 

He was experienced with a gun - he knew how to shoot to kill just as well as he knew how to shoot to maim, and it was the latter that his body chose in that moment. He wanted the man off you, but he didn’t want him dead - not yet, because that would be far too lenient a punishment for a man who had laid his hands on you in such a manner. 

Letting out a shocked cry, more sobs wracked your body as your attacker fell to the side, blood spraying over your trembling form. You wriggled away in an instant, escaping the heavy weight sitting atop you, and curling in on yourself towards the head of the bed. It was as if you hadn’t even seen Sukuna, hadn’t really comprehended what had happened, capable of doing nothing beyond consoling yourself. 

Sukuna wanted to go to you immediately, yearned to pull you into his arms and tell you that everything was going to be okay. 

But he needed to deal with your attacker first. 

The man was shaking and gasping for air, a hand reaching up to cover the wound Sukuna had inflicted upon him. A knife had clattered to the floor at his side, and Sukuna was quick to grab it, tossing it out of his reach. 

He also took stock of a gun laid out on the bedside table next to where you were curled up, rolling his eyes at how painfully stupid this man must be to have parted with his weapon. Perhaps he’d been arrogant enough to think that he didn’t need it when faced with a much weaker opponent like you, but Sukuna never would’ve made such a blunder when it came to his own kills. 

It was always sensible to anticipate that something could go wrong. 

“Piece of shit,” Sukuna hissed, hitting the man full force across the face, certain that his strike had landed twice as hard as the one this man had inflicted upon you. He cried out in agony, blood spurting from his wound as he wrenched his hand away, bringing it up to cradle his aching face. 

But that wasn’t enough for Sukuna, nothing would ever be enough. 

“Think you can touch my girlfriend, huh? You’re fucking with the wrong guy.” With a sickening crack, Sukuna stamped on the man’s leg, bringing his foot down over and over again until he was certain that the bone would be too mangled to ever repair. 

He took pleasure in the way the man screamed, begging pathetically for Sukuna to stop. It fell upon deaf ears, because Sukuna had caused immense suffering for far lesser crimes than the one this man had committed. This was a person he deserved the full force of his rage. 

“Now, stay there.” Sukuna said cooly, cutting through the man’s cries. “I’ll deal with you when I’m good and ready.”

He turned his attention then to you, heart panging at just how small you’d made yourself in the corner of the bed, your knees pulled up against your chest. 

“Baby,” he spoke softly, approaching you with care. He hated how you flinched when his hand brushed against your skin, and found his bloodlust for the man on the floor flaring up anew. “It’s me, you’re okay.” 

Taking a seat on the bed, he wrapped his arms around your trembling body and maneuvered you into his lap. You said nothing, but seemed to understand what was happening all the same, your fingers instinctively curling into his t-shirt as you burrowed yourself closely against him. 

There he held you for a little while, focussing on your sniffling, completely ignoring the man groaning at his feet. Sukuna’s fingers combed through your hair, rocking you gently, cooing against your head with loving words of affection and comfort. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He whispered over and over again like a mantra, not just for your benefit but for his own too. 

He hated to think how close he’d been to losing you. If he’d been just a bit later you could’ve been dead, discarded after that freak was done having his fun with you. The thought made his skin crawl and he held you tighter still. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against his chest, leaving Sukuna perplexed, staring down at you as you raised your face up to meet his gaze. “I couldn’t stop him from touching me.” 

Sukuna’s face twisted in distaste for a moment before he forced himself to correct his expression, not wanting to make you feel worse. He hated that you’d said that, hated that you were acting like this was somehow your fault when it was his. He should’ve never left you alone - it was on him to protect you.

It was on that creep to not touch you in the first place. 

And yet guilt filled your teary eyes, like you’d somehow wronged Sukuna by failing to escape from something traumatic. 

You really frustrated him sometimes. 

“Don’t apologise,” he said, trying to keep the edge from his voice. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” His thumb wiped the tears from your cheeks carefully, taking a moment to inspect your face properly now you were looking up at him. 

A purple bruise blossomed around one of your eyes, spreading out onto your cheek, and there was equally unpleasant bruising on your neck, as though your attacker had tried choking you in a vicious manner more than once. The observation that bothered him the most were the perfect lines cut in the valley between your breasts, where dried blood was smudged around the wounds. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I should’ve been here.” 

You said nothing, huddling yourself against him once more, fingers moving to his arm and holding so tight he was certain you’d leave bruises on him. He wasn’t sure what was going through your mind at that moment - you seemed almost out of it, too shellshocked to articulate how you were feeling, seemingly unaware of the man wailing and clutching his leg mere feet away from you. 

He was holding himself back from quizzing you on exactly what had happened, curious as to whether you knew about Shoko, whether you’d seen it happen. He wanted to know how far that creep had gone with you, just what punishment he’d dished out so that Sukuna could ensure he suffered appropriately. 

Although, if he was gonna do anything he needed to do it soon. Suguru had called the police and Sukuna needed to make sure this man was dead before they arrived. He didn’t want the fucker to go through the justice system - if he got a good enough lawyer he’d get some cushy deal and be out in a couple of years, and that was unacceptable. 

Sukuna would kill him before that. Any death would be written off as self-defence, all things considered. He’d broken into a house, killed a woman and sexually assaulted another - Sukuna was free to use reasonable force, which in this case was a bullet through the head.  

“Why do bad things keep happening to me?” You asked in a small voice, one that twisted unpleasantly at Sukuna’s heart. “My bad luck killed Shoko…and Yuki, oh, Yuki!” For a moment you seemed to snap out of the haze, sitting up in a panic. “Sukuna! There’s another guy - he’s got Yuki, you have to help her, please-” 

“Choso’s got it,” he said evenly. 

He wasn’t sure if it was a lie, it might’ve been, but he’d heard no gunshots so he was opting to believe that Yuki was fine. He certainly wasn’t going to leave your side to go and help her, not when you were in such a tumultuous state. If he had it his way, he’d curl himself around you protectively and hold you like that for hours, until your terrified shivering finally stopped. 

You needed him far more than Yuki did. 

“Is she okay? She didn’t- they didn’t hurt her, did they?” 

Yuki looked hardly worse for wear than you did when he’d seen her, and he was certain the woman was probably tougher than you regardless. He wasn’t particularly concerned with her state and you shouldn’t be either. 

He loved how kind you were, it was something he admired about you, but it grated on his nerves sometimes. Here you were, sobbing in his arms after an assault, and you were still all worried about someone else. 

You could really do with acting a little more selfishly. 

“She’s okay. I didn’t see her properly, I was too busy looking for you.” 

Sniffling once more, you lowered your head in shame, releasing your grip on Sukuna and bringing your hands up to your face. “I cursed them. I cursed them with my bad luck. Maybe I should’ve been the one who got shot instead.” 

There was an unpleasant part of Sukuna that wanted to slap you. He didn’t want to hear you say such things about yourself, didn’t want to entertain the thought that you’d be comfortable with your own death. You were his, he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers because of perceived bad luck. 

But he held himself together, aware that right now you needed comfort rather than reprimand. You weren’t thinking straight, clearly falling apart at the seams. Taking a deep breath, he leant down and kissed you on the forehead, before planting a few more gentle kisses all over your face. 

“Don’t say that, please. I don’t think you know how broken I’d be.” You looked shocked at the sincerity in his voice, fresh guilt flickering in your eyes leading you to avert your gaze in shame. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. Sukuna supposed it was probably best to leave that conversation there, keeping his stern gaze on you for a few moments longer but not pressing the issue. He’d disregard it as a slip of the tongue, something he’d come back to later if he needed to. 

“It’s all going to be fine baby,” he promised. “The police are all the way. Stop worrying and just let me take care of you.” 

He’d assumed that you’d sink back into his arms, but after a few deep breaths you seemed almost reinvigorated, as if you’d shaken off the original paralysing shock and guilt and had transitioned into a new phase of panic.

“It’s not going to be fine, Shoko’s not going to be fine! Fuck- Shoko! I need to be with her.”

You wriggled in his arms before escaping from his grip, bare feet hitting the rug as you made for the door. Sukuna reached out to grab your wrist, eager to placate you and pull you back into his arms. He didn’t want you to go downstairs to see your friend in the state that she was in, he wanted to keep you close and safe. 

“Baby, wait.” 

You stumbled to a halt before Sukuna could grab you, your eyes wide and fearful as you peered down at Mahito rolling about on the ground, blocking the path to the door. It was like you were only just remembering he was there, half convinced Sukuna had killed him with that gunshot. 

Sukuna watched you, his desire to keep you in his lap giving way to curiosity as to what you might do next. 

You weren’t a person with a great tendency to hatred. Sure, you’d disliked people such as Yorozu and Uro, but he’d never really seen you lash out at anyone. But right now your face was a picture of disgust. His hand reached slowly for the pistol, eager to have a method of maiming the bastard should he try anything, but he wanted you to have your moment first. 

“You.” Your voice was trembling. “You killed her.” 

The man didn’t acknowledge you, too lost in a haze of pain. Blood was dripping from his mouth, a couple of teeth missing from the force with which Sukuna had struck him. 

“You fucking killed her.” You raised your voice louder now, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. You seemed almost aggravated that his attention wasn’t on you, and Sukuna figured he should be a good boyfriend and step in to fix that. 

He rose from his place on the bed and stood over the man, planting a foot hard on his shattered leg, peering down at him maliciously. His screaming grew louder, but Sukuna’s voice cut through it. “Hey, my girl’s talking to you. Listen to what she has to say or I’ll smash up the other leg.” 

His cries simmered down to a whimper, heterochromatic eyes turning to you. There was no glee on the man’s face anymore, none of the pathetic power he’d lorded over you just before Sukuna had arrived. 

All that was left was fear. 

“I hate you. I’ll always hate you. You’re the lowest person on this Earth. How dare you believe that you have a right to live while she lies dead,” your voice was surprisingly calm, and Sukuna found himself admiring how well you were holding it together. 

Perhaps he’d underestimated you.

You took a step closer to the man, crouching down in front of him, covering your breasts with your arms, as if suddenly aware of how exposed you still were. 

“She was studying to be a doctor, you know,” you said gently. “She spent her time helping people, doing good for the world. Now there’s one less good person on this earth, and more horrible men like you infecting it. You don’t deserve to be alive. I hope you suffer and you rot, and part of me wishes that I could ensure that by my own hands.” 

Sukuna took a deep breath, steeling his mind and trying to take himself away from what was unfolding before him, because he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he didn’t force a mental step back. To see you threaten someone so firmly, standing with such confidence over a person he’d battered and bruised, it was painfully attractive to him. 

His lust for you was high at the best of times, but to see you in a domain that he’d always considered as his and to find that you fit in just fine? Yeah, he liked that. 

“You know what they say-” the man rasped. “Kill a killer and the number of murderers in the world remains the same.” 

Sukuna bit back a laugh, amused at the statement because if he executed the guy, the number of murderers in the world really wouldn’t change. But you seemed mildly swayed, gaze filled with uncertainty. 

“Besides,” he huffed, seeming to forget Sukuna was there. “Are you really gonna act all big and tough now? Just- just a minute ago you were crying under me - fuckin’ begging for it. You probably g- get off to the violence - I know you like it when your boyfriend’s rough-”

There was another sickening crack as Sukuna stamped down on his other leg. He wasn’t sure how the man was aware of such things, but he wouldn’t have it discussed in such a crude manner either way. What went on between the two of you was sacred and he wouldn’t have it marred by the words of this freak. 

He’d expected you to yelp and rear back. Instead you stared up at him blankly, unphased by his actions. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, caught off guard by the resolve in your eyes, hidden behind layers of blood and exhaustion. You had no space for mercy towards this man, and Sukuna found himself with an idea. 

“Do you want to kill him, baby?” 

Horror registered in your expression for half a second, like you were shocked he’d suggest such a thing, only for something akin to interest to replace it when Sukuna held out the pistol to you, fingers brushing yours as he let the weight fall into your hands. 

“This fucker killed Shoko, he laid his hands on you, he would’ve killed you too once he’d had enough. He would’ve killed me if he had the chance, would’ve fucking slaughtered all of us. Sure, the police will arrest him, but one day he’ll be back out on the streets and then what? Didn’t your buddy Hiromi have some client who escaped from prison? Do you wanna take a chance on this asshole managing that?” 

“No,” you whispered, more tears staining your cheeks, fidgeting with the gun, as if it didn’t feel right in your hands. Sukuna took a step away from the man, circling behind you. His chest pressed against your back, and he gently steadied the gun within your grip, encasing your hands within his larger ones. 

“He’s probably done this before, probably ruined and killed some other group of poor girls. Do you wanna give him the chance to do this to someone else? To do this to you again? We both know the justice system is fucked.” 

“He deserves to die,” you murmured, hands clutching the gun tighter. 

“Even death is a mercy for this bastard.” 

Whether you were in your right mind, Sukuna wasn’t really sure, but he also didn’t want to pass up the opportunity you’d presented him. This was a bonding opportunity for the two of you, something that would bring you closer, keep you tied to each other in a manner so intimate that you’d never feel the same connection with anyone else. 

He wanted that, wanted you to pull the trigger. 

And he knew that somewhere within you, it was what you wanted too. You hated this man, he could feel the fear and anger rolling off you in waves. He deserved death, and giving that to him was all you could think about, held back only by morals that told you killing was wrong no matter the circumstance. 

Sukuna wanted to break through that assumption. 

He wanted to corrupt you, at least a little - wanted you to be able to see things from his point of view. You were his soulmate, it was only natural to let each other in on the interests you held dear, and dishing out justice and punishment was immensely dear to Sukuna. 

“We can do it together,” he whispered. 

Tentatively, your finger pressed against the trigger, guided by Sukuna’s steady hands. He did most of the work, purring compliments against your ear as he aimed the gun at the man who had transitioned from taunting to begging, spouting pathetic words which fell upon deaf ears. 

“I can do it for you, if you’d like, but it's up to you. He killed Shoko, don’t you owe it to her to make sure he faces the same fate?” 

“I do,” you whispered. Your hands started to tremble, and Sukuna kept them steady. 

“Breathe with me, baby.” 

You nodded, taking a deep breath, your eyes examining the pathetic form of Mahito for one last time before Sukuna pressed down on the finger positioned against the trigger. You didn’t yelp or jump as the gun fired, watching on in morbid fascination at the hole blooming with blood on the side of the man’s head, the light in his eyes immediately dissipating. 

There were no tears from you, no immediate regret, just silence as you let the gun clatter to the ground. Sukuna gave you a tight squeeze, keeping you there in his arms and drinking in the sweet smell of iron which permeated the room. 

It had been a terrible day for him and a worse one for you.

But there, with a dead man lying at your feet and your warm body in his arms, he wasn’t sure that he’d ever felt happier. 

— 

Things had passed in a blur after you and Sukuna had left Mahito in that room. 

The police had arrived and taken accounts, grimly explaining that this wasn’t the first time something similar had happened in the area. Apparently, Mahito and Jogo had been busy with scenes like this one over the last few years, and on this occasion their luck had finally run out. 

Jogo was still alive. Choso and Satoru hadn’t opted to use the gun, pulling the man off of Yuki and beating him until he was unconscious, tying him up and leaving him there in the bedroom for the police to deal with. You tried not to think too much about the blood seeping from Mahito upstairs, not completely sure you’d made the right decision - but with Sukuna’s comforting arm never lifting from your body you decided to allow yourself to be reassured. 

Sukuna took the blame anyway when the officers arrived, telling them he’d shot the man to defend you when he’d arrived on the scene, easily explaining that Mahito had a gun to your head and he wasn’t sure what else he could’ve done. Neither of them seemed bothered by his decision, with one of them even clapping him on the shoulder and commending him for his bravery in defending you. 

It's what they would’ve done. 

Of course, they mentioned there’d still be an investigation - it was part of due process and necessary for corroborating what had happened and putting Jogo away, but they told Sukuna not to worry too much about any repercussions for his actions. 

And that had been exactly how it went down over the few weeks that followed. 

There had been a quickly moving investigation, and your family had Hiromi come down to help with everything. Sukuna’s actions were deemed as necessary self-defense after a short stint of questioning over Mahito’s leg wounds, which Sukuna claimed had been inflicted after the death in a lapse of rightful anger. 

Whether that was believed or not, you weren’t sure, but there was a lot of sympathy towards all of you after what you’d gone through, which meant any suspicions towards the heroes that had saved you were swiftly dropped. 

Both you and Yuki were a mess after everything that had happened. When you’d first come downstairs to see Shoko’s body, already covered up with a sheet by the medics and police who’d arrived on the scene, you’d broken down anew and allowed Sukuna to cradle you as the reality of what had happened settled in. 

The whole thing felt like some nightmare - something that would happen to characters in a horror movie rather than to you. It was even worse than what had been done to Ryu, because at least you didn’t have to see the event happen firsthand with your ex. To watch the light disappear from Shoko’s eyes was something that would haunt you for the rest of your life. 

You’d felt no such pain seeing the same happen to Mahito, a sick sense of pleasure coiling within you at that spark dying within him. 

It was what he’d deserved. 

Yuki had looked worse for wear than you - her face and body were littered with bruises and cuts, and her eyes were red from crying. It was an odd look to see on her, unaccustomed to Yuki being anything but strong and steady. Once Sukuna had released you from his grasp, the two of you had clung to each other for a while, unsure if you were sobbing in relief from being alive or in sorrow for your loss. 

Maybe it was both. 

At the very least, you were glad Yuki was alive. 

Neither of you discussed what had happened to you when you’d been separated - it wasn’t something you’d speak about to anyone other than Sukuna, and you were certain your friend felt similarly. According to Sukuna, she’d been found by the boys before you had, so you hoped she hadn’t suffered any further than what you’d experienced. 

You didn’t have much chance to speak with her anyway, or any of the others for that matter, in the weeks that followed. Outside of dealings with the police to get everything wrapped up, you seldom even ventured outside. Yuki would text you occasionally, as would Satoru, checking in on how you were coping, but you had no desire to do anything or speak with anyone. 

All you could do was curl yourself up in blankets on Sukuna's bed and let him comfort you. 

It was foolish, the speed at which you’d fallen apart all over again. You’d worked so hard to pull yourself together after Ryu’s death - had faced so many mental challenges and overcome them all with the belief that there was more to life than horror and suffering. But right now you were struggling to see that light in any capacity. 

The only glimmer of hope came from Sukuna. 

He was the only thing keeping you going, the only thing you had to cling on to.

Through it all, his presence was unfaltering, his hands steadying you when you’d awaken screaming from a nightmare, distracting you with caring words and a touch that chased away the slimy memory of Mahito’s hands on your skin. 

“Do you think that I was an evil person in another life?” You’d asked him on one nightmare-riddled evening, tears dripping down your cheeks. 

The clock read 3am, and you could only just make Sukuna out in the light of the streetlamp not fully shut out by his blinds. It had been a couple of weeks since the event and your most recent nightmare had been worse than most. 

It had been you, completely stripped bare beneath Mahito, his touch searing into your skin. Instead of being in the bedroom, you’d been lying on the couch, your teary eyes meeting Shoko’s empty brown ones as you gave up beneath your attacker. You’d awoken not long after Shoko had opened her mouth to speak, black blood pouring from her mouth with a whole mess of spiders and cockroaches following, her voice cracked and deep as she’d said, “this is your fault.” 

Sukuna was rubbing his eyes, hair sticking up cutely. He was clearly trying to pick apart your statement, still half asleep and trying to recover from the panic that had gripped him when you’d awoken him with a scream. 

“Were you an evil person in another life?” He repeated your question slowly, like he was sure he’d misheard you. You weren’t sure if he was amused by these night terrors of yours - it was impacting his sleep as much as it was impacting yours, and you feared he’d grow tired of you acting like someone so broken. 

Not that you seemed to be able to help it. 

“Yeah…like- I don’t know…” You shrugged as you trailed off, wiping your cheeks. The shadows beneath his eyes betrayed his exhaustion, and you pulled away from him, laying back down on the bed. It was best to let him go to sleep, if you still wanted to discuss the matter in the morning you could. 

It was wrong to rely on him too heavily.

There was silence for a moment before Sukuna laid back down beside you, sliding an arm beneath you and pulling you firmly into his grip. Your heart picked up as your face met his chest, basking in his familiar warmth as his hands soothed along your back and hair. 

“I don’t think you were ever an evil person. You’re good to a fault - sometimes it's even a little annoying.” If you were in a better mood maybe you would’ve sat up and pouted at him, but instead you remained quiet, hanging off his every word. “You’re gonna be okay, baby. I’m here and I’ll stay here for as long as you still want me. Evil if you were evil or whatever it is you’re worried about.” 

“You shouldn’t,” you mumbled quietly. Sukuna froze beside you, his hands stilling as his heartrate picked up a little. 

“What?” 

“You shouldn’t stay here. Someone’ll shoot you in the head or disembowel you one day.” 

“I told you before, I won’t let that happen,” Sukuna said firmly, grip tightening around you. You wanted to believe him, you really did, but you just weren’t sure you could anymore. Ryu never would’ve expected what happened to him, Shoko wouldn’t have expected her fate, it just happened. 

Not to come across as self-important, but you just had the sinking feeling that somehow it was your fault too. To witness two immensely violent tragedies on top of various other bits of bad luck, it just felt like you were being divinely punished. The last thing you wanted was for Sukuna to fall afoul of a similar fate. 

He deserved more than that. 

“How can you be so sure?” You peered up at him in the dim light, meeting his eyes. There was something in them which felt reluctant, like a few thoughts were flitting through his head and he couldn’t quite reach a conclusion on what he wished to divulge. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh, stroking your hair once more. 

“I can’t be sure, I suppose. Nothing in life is sure. But you, this life I have with you, is all that really matters to me. I would climb back up from the pits of hell before I let anyone take that away from me. Believe me.” 

“But-” 

“And, if some fucker did get me, even if we could say for sure that it was due to you being cursed or afflicted with bad luck or whatever, it wouldn’t make a difference. I would still choose to be with you even if I knew the life would be short, even if I knew I’d meet a horrible fate. If you made me choose between a long life without you, or a short life at your side, I would always choose the latter.” 

You lay there in silence, heart pounding in your ears, struggling to truly comprehend the weight of his words. Sukuna’s love for you was no secret, but perhaps the depth of it was greater than you’d ever truly understood. 

There was no question that he’d die for you. Considering Mahito’s state you already knew that he’d kill for you. He wouldn’t be pushed away by some foul omen you felt hung over your head, he wouldn’t leave you alone to spiral in the darkness like the fate you’d resigned yourself to after Ryu’s demise. 

He was there, and his hands were on you.

And you were certain there was nothing that could part the two of you. 

a/n: tune in next time to find out the thing that could maybe part the two of them :)

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HOPELESSLY DEVOTED

Ი ⁠ᰍ pairing: knight!toji x queen!reader

Ი ⁠ᰍ mdni. porn with plot. reader cheating on her bastard husband with her knight.

Knights are meant to serve their masters.

Which was pretty much exactly what Toji was doing between your thighs, wasn't it?

Thick, calloused fingers plunging in-and-out of his queen, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure, glossy lips panting out his name in stuttered protests.

"My husband will return soon," you stammered, as if you weren't squeezing around his fat digits so tight he could've sworn you were trying to snap them off in there. Sitting straight up on the edge of your bed, that fancy dress of yours bunched up high around your hips, held up with one of your trembling hands.

But you didn't stop him.

He scoffed, brows knitting together as his mouth twitched down in irritation. Like that loser hadn't spent his evening rolling around in his concubine's bed instead of taking care of his wife.

Could he really blame him for doing it instead?

You were merely a possession to the king. A political advantage. A pawn.

With Toji, you were just a woman. His woman.

"Let him come," he bitterly muttered, pushing his fingers deeper, finding that spongy spot that left you moaning even louder, daring some passing servant to overhear and scurry off.

"He'll have your head," you hissed out, despite the fact you looked like you were on the verge of your first orgasm, fingers raking through his dark hair to tug at his roots and force him to look up at you. To see that serious gleam in your gorgeous eyes as you pouted so prettily at him.

"You can have it first," Toji hummed, pushing your thighs further apart as he climbed fully under the fluffy skirt of your dress. It was hard to fit his bulking frame under there, but he made it work, knowing that you'd be blushing and barely able to hold it together as he pressed a heated kiss to your bare heat.

That pretty pussy slick and dripping for him, already all worked up as he slowly dragged his tongue across the entrance, teasing you to earn one of those cute gasps of yours he was so fond of.

But before he could properly enjoy it, there was the annoying creak of your door swinging open, and you were clearing your throat as a boisterous voice called out.

"There's my wife," your swine of a husband slurred, obviously drunk as he stumbled in, completely clueless to who was currently under your dress right now. Feigning care like he hadn't fucked every harlot in an hour radius. "You're looking a little flushed, dear."

"I, um, am not feeling very well," you lied, stammering out the words while Toji slipped his tongue between your slick folds.

"Well, I wouldn't want to get sick," your husband hummed, although Toji was sure he would have found some other excuse to go spend the night in someone else's bed.

The door shut again two seconds later, and you were smacking his head through the dress, letting out a dramatic huff that he nearly laughed at.

"You nearly got us caught," you whispered when you were sure you were in the clear, wiggling your hips like you were wanting more.

"Oops," he apathetically muttered before going back to swirling his tongue around, feeling your soft thighs squeeze down around him.

"Don't make me live without you," you defensively muttered, and Toji's hardened heart softened for a second as he slid back out, thankful he didn't have to see whatever vulnerable expression might be on your face right now.

"As you wish."

part of this event <3

div cr: @/tsumiinum

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Lost Footage

R. Sukuna x (fem) reader

Synopsis: A hidden passage behind an abandoned mall leads Sukuna and his friends into a place that shouldn't exist. Endless hallways, impossible rooms, and something lurking in the darkness turns what should have been a simple exploration into something far more unsettling.

Cw: Backrooms au, found footage, modern au, characters are in their early 20's which is why they're making dumb decisions, liminal space horror, unsettling atmosphere, horror elements, smut (f), fate unknown

Toji sat on the interior of a small tent he had set up inside one of the empty stores. One hand reached into the package of cookies while his other hovered around the mousepad, making some adjustments to the video he had recently recorded. 

Ever since he was a little kid, Toji had been fascinated by abandoned buildings. Exploring them always filled him with excitement and wonder, captivated by the mysteries they carried. Every abandoned place had a story. Most of the time the answer was obvious: a failed business, financial troubles, owners who could no longer keep the doors open. Other times there was no explanation at all, only rumors and unanswered questions left behind to rot alongside the walls. Those were always his favorites. 

Abandoned places possessed a strange allure, a magnetic pull that attracted both the curious and the reckless. There was something exhilarating about stepping into a place that time had forgotten, walking through corridors where no one was supposed to be. Dust settled where crowds once gathered, silence lingered where voices had once echoed, and every shadow felt as though it was hiding something just out of sight.

What always excited him most, however, was the feeling at the back of his mind that despite being alone, he wasn't truly alone; and sometimes that feeling turned out to be right. During several expeditions, he had encountered homeless people living inside the buildings. Usually, he would apologize for disturbing them while filming and simply edit that part out later to respect their privacy. Other times he'd ended up sprinting for his life when they decided they didn't appreciate unexpected visitors.

Regardless, he wasn't about to abandon his hobby because of a few bad experiences.

Currently, he was in an abandoned underground mall from the 90’s that he had read about online. The article hadn't specified exactly why the mall had shut down. It only mentioned that an incident had occurred one day, forcing the entire complex to close permanently. The entrances had been sealed off long ago, hidden behind fences and warning signs, but Toji knew exactly where to look for openings forgotten by the public.

Luckily, he had discovered an abandoned warehouse only six minutes away from the mall. The warehouse had been locked down as well, but after years of neglect the chains securing the entrance had become heavily oxidized. 

For someone like Toji, that wasn't much of a challenge. The back of his truck was filled with tools for situations exactly like this. All he had needed was a steel strapping cutter to cut away the rusted metal. 

Inside the warehouse, he discovered a narrow tunnel leading in the direction of the mall. The opening was partially hidden behind stacked debris and old structural supports, as if it had been intentionally forgotten rather than simply abandoned. Judging by its structure and the faint remnants of industrial markings along the walls, it appeared to be an old cargo route once used by employees to transport merchandise directly into the underground facility, long before the place was sealed off.

Toji hopped back inside his truck and drove through the tunnel. Darkness swallowed everything beyond the reach of his headlights. Concrete walls stretched endlessly on either side, stained by decades of moisture and neglect. The deeper he drove, the quieter the world became. Even the distant sounds from outside disappeared entirely, leaving only the low hum of the engine accompanying him through the darkness.

Eventually, the tunnel finally opened into a section of the mall.

Inside, the first thing Toji did was look for the control room—luckily he was able to locate it quickly. The metal door groaned loudly as he pushed it open, the sound echoing through the empty building. A stale smell immediately greeted him; a mixture of dust, mildew, and old electrical wiring that had sat untouched for decades. Rows of dark monitors lined the walls. Most were covered in a thick layer of dust. Once he spotted the electrical panel, he began flipping switches one by one. A few fluorescent lights flickered awake somewhere inside the building, bathing the corridors in a cold bluish-white glow reminiscent of daylight. Others remained dead no matter how many times he tried, leaving large sections of the mall drowned in darkness. 

The silence that followed felt heavier than it had been seconds ago.

Walking to the center of the complex, Toji stopped and stared. The mall contained four levels. The top floor—where he had entered and located the control room—overlooked the third and second levels below. Then there was the first. Even from above, the final floor looked wrong. Dark stagnant water covered nearly half of it, stretching across the abandoned storefronts like an underground lake. The surface remained still, broken only by the occasional drip falling from the ceiling far below. Years without circulation had transformed the water into a breeding ground for mold, algae, and bacteria. The smell drifted upwards through the open center of the mall in damp waves, carrying the scent of rot, mildew, and decaying concrete. The water reflected the surviving cold lights overhead. 

After settling inside an abandoned store and setting up his tent, he made sure he had everything he needed before recording.

The mall was far too large to fit into a single twenty-minute video, so he had already decided to divide the exploration into multiple parts. He could practically see the title already. “I Explored a Completely Abandoned Underground Mall (You Won't Believe What I Found)” or something equally ridiculous. Even if he didn't discover anything particularly exciting, there was no harm in making the title more dramatic. More views meant more revenue, and YouTube happened to be his primary source of income.

Toji grabbed another cookie while making the final adjustments to the video. Just as he finished saving the file, his phone rang. It was honestly a miracle he still had signal in a place like this. Only a single bar remained, and he suspected even that would disappear the moment he ventured deeper into the building.

Pulling out his phone, he checked the notification. A message from his girlfriend. She was asking how things were going and how much longer he planned to stay.

Toji immediately snapped a selfie, flashing a peace sign towards the camera.

Toji: Finished exploring the first top floors. Going to check out the second one next so I might head back soon. Still debating whether I want to explore the last floor though. The whole thing is flooded with dirty water up to my ankles, but I could probably just wear some rain boots.

Almost immediately, another message appeared.

Wifey: Be safe.

Wifey: I love you.

Toji smiled at the message, the corners of his lips lifting. He sent back a bunch of heart emojis, followed by a thumbs-up, before slipping the phone back into his pocket. 

Time to get back to work.

For a moment he remained sitting at the entrance of the tent, finishing the last cookie from the package. His gaze wandered across the dark store he had chosen as his temporary camp. Sleeping inside an abandoned mall probably wasn't the smartest thing he had ever done, but it certainly wasn't the dumbest either. Compared to some of the places he had explored before, this was practically luxury.

The underground mall remained silent around him. No footsteps echoed through the corridors. No distant conversations. No sounds of traffic from outside. Just the occasional drip of water somewhere on the lower floors and the faint hum of the lights he had managed to bring back to life. The silence was strange, but Toji had grown used to it after years of exploring forgotten places.

Letting out a small sigh, he stretched his arms above his head until his shoulders popped. The mall was massive. Much bigger than he originally expected. Even after spending hours wandering through it, he still felt as if entire sections were waiting to be discovered.

After finishing the last cookie, Toji pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the camera resting besides his backpack. The battery was still good, the memory card had plenty of storage left and he still had more than enough daylight left outside if he decided to head back later.

“Alright,” he muttered to himself.

Leaving the tent behind, Toji walked down the stairs and returned to the same exact spot where he had left off the previous video, which was inside the second floor of a Sears. The upper floor he had already covered, and now he was in the middle floor; unfortunately, he couldn't go any further down yet because it was also covered in dirty water.

He pointed the camera at the store, turning on the light to have some source of brightness. The beam immediately cut through the darkness, illuminating rows of abandoned shelves and display stands that had remained untouched for decades. Dust coated almost every surface in a thick gray layer, disturbed only by the occasional footprint he had left behind during his earlier walkthrough. A few ceiling panels hung precariously above him while others had already collapsed onto the floor below, leaving piles of debris scattered throughout the department store.

Toji adjusted the camera settings one last time before pressing record. A small red light appeared. Instantly his posture changed, the tired explorer disappeared and the content creator took over.

“Okay guys, welcome back to part 3 of my exploring abandoned buildings series, and as you can see we're still at the underground mall where we last left off.” he carried the camera around as he walked through. The flashlight attached to the camera swept across empty aisles and abandoned displays as he slowly moved deeper into the store. “Unfortunately, there isn't much in this Sears store, just the ceiling tiles that have fallen off over time and cracks on the floor. There's also those mannequin stands that were left behind still wearing clothes.”

Toji pointed at a mannequin wearing a red shirt and overalls on top of it.

The mannequin stood completely still near a collapsed clothing section, its plastic face covered in a thin layer of dust. One of its arms had fallen off at some point and now rested on the floor besides it.

“Not really my style, so I'll just leave him be.” he waved goodbye to the mannequin.

For a few seconds he kept the camera focused on it, then he lowered it.

“Actually never mind, looking at him for too long is kind of creepy.” Toji immediately turned away.

The mall remained silent. There were no sounds, no movements, there was nothing. Only the faint echo of his own footsteps bouncing across the empty building.

He continued exploring the structure with the camera recorder in hand, making small silly commentary whenever possible to keep viewers entertained and not leave them alone with the same uncomfortable silence he was experiencing. Later he'd add some soft background music so the video felt more alive than the mall itself.

The deeper he went into the second floor, the more surprised he became.

Unlike the first levels, which had already been heavily vandalized by time and previous trespassers, many of the stores here still contained merchandise. Not much, but enough. Enough to make the place feel less abandoned and more like everyone had suddenly gotten up and left one day without warning.

There was the Sears store, of course, but there was also a RadioShack that still had some old electronics left behind. Old desktop computers sat covered beneath layers of dust. Shelves contained outdated accessories, tangled cables, and forgotten gadgets that probably hadn't been touched since the place closed. He'd definitely come back later for some of those antiques and store them inside his backpack after he finished recording this part.

Then there was a Claire's store too. Toji paused near the entrance and pointed the camera toward a display rack.

“Guys, look at this.” the camera zoomed in. Hanging from one of the hooks was a small TY plushie keychain. Dust covered its fur, but otherwise it looked perfectly intact. “Maybe I'll get this for my girlfriend.” 

He gently picked it up. The toy was surprisingly well preserved; no stains, no missing eyes, no tears, just years worth of lint but that could be cleaned off. “Yeah, this one's definitely coming home with me.”

A few stores later he discovered a Hot Topic. The old familiar scribbly red logo immediately caught his attention.

“Oh hell yeah.” Toji laughed.

Unlike the modern stores people saw nowadays, this one still contained older merchandise; and it was the good stuff. A black-and-white striped jumper. A Skelanimals Y2K Kit the Cat tote bag. A vintage Ruby Gloom Leave Me Alone hoodie. Band shirts. Belts. Accessories. All frozen in time. His truck was going to be filled with all sorts of crap after he finished this series. There were simply too many items left behind. Too many forgotten treasures. Too many things he couldn't just leave here to rot. These things deserved to be appreciated. Do you know how expensive it is to buy something that was manufactured in the 90's nowadays? And here Toji was, standing in the middle of what felt like a treasure chest, free to take whatever he wanted.

Continuing down the hallways, he occasionally pointed the camera towards the railings overlooking the lower levels. The view from above made the mall look even bigger. Rows upon rows of storefronts stretched into darkness. Some sections remained illuminated by the lights he had activated earlier while others disappeared completely into blackness. 

He had to watch where he stepped. Broken glass covered sections of the floor. Pieces of fallen ceiling littered the walkways. Rotting building materials crumbled beneath his boots. Every step produced a crunch that echoed throughout the abandoned structure. Graffiti covered the walls. Dark stains marked the floors. Mold spread across corners and ceilings in strange patterns. Dead decorative plants remained trapped inside oversized pots, their brittle branches threatening to disintegrate at the slightest touch.

It was beautiful in a strange way. Everything was abandoned, forgotten. Yet somehow preserved, as if time itself had stopped moving within these walls.

For a moment Toji stopped talking. Stopped filming. Stopped joking. Instead he simply looked around. Places like this were the reason he loved urban exploration. Not because they were scary or dangerous, but because they felt like memories made physical. Little snapshots of history left behind for someone else to discover years later. As if he had traveled back in time.

After 20 minutes passed, Toji ended the video.

“Alright guys, that will be all for this part. If you enjoyed this, make sure to keep up with part 4 and perhaps part 5.” he pointed the camera down to the first floor. “Eheheh, I'm still deciding whether to explore the last floor or not, but regardless, if you liked this video make sure to like, comment and subscribe. See you soon in the next video.”

Toji clicked stop on the record button and lowered the camera. The cheerful smile he had been wearing for the audience immediately disappeared. The silence returned. He simply stood there staring at the dark hallways stretching beyond the reach of the lights. It always felt strange whenever he finished recording. One second he was talking nonstop for hundreds of viewers and the next he was completely alone again. There were no comments, no music, no audience. Just him and an abandoned mall buried beneath the earth.

Toji glanced at the camera screen, quickly checking that everything had recorded properly. Twenty-two minutes. Not bad. He could probably stretch this place into another two or three more videos if he explored the flooded floor as well. Assuming he actually decided to go down there.

His eyes drifted to the lower level. Even from up here, he could see the stagnant water reflecting the ceiling lights. The surface barely moved. The smell, however, definitely reached him. Years of mold growing. Rotting debris. Water with no circulation. It looked disgusting. Maybe he should return another day with proper waterproof equipment, or maybe he should listen to his girlfriend and stop doing dumb things for once.

“Yeah right.” Toji snorted. That wasn't happening.

Shaking his head, he adjusted the strap of his camera and began making his way to the stairs that led back to where his tent was on the upper floor. Behind him sat an abandoned Blockbuster. The iconic blue and yellow sign was faded from age but still recognizable. Rows of empty shelves could be seen through the broken glass entrance.

For a second Toji considered going inside. Then again, he'd already spent hours recording. His stomach was beginning to complain. The cookies alone weren’t enough. The tent was warm. And he still needed to edit today's footage.

Blockbuster could wait.

He continued down the corridor. His footsteps echoed softly through the empty mall. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Broken glass shifted beneath his boots. A loose ceiling panel swayed gently overhead. The farther he walked, the fewer working lights there seemed to be. The darkness gradually thickened around him.

Toji shoved one hand into his pocket and let out a yawn. Maybe he had been here longer than he thought. He couldn't even remember what time it was outside anymore. Without windows or sunlight, time felt strange underground. Hours blended together. One hallway looked almost identical to the next, maybe that was why he immediately noticed it. There was a strange faint glow.

Toji stopped walking. His eyes narrowed. “...Huh?” 

The glow was coming from the wall.

At first he thought it was a reflection. Maybe the lightning bouncing off a polished surface. But the more he stared at it, the less sense that explanation made. The light wasn't moving. It wasn't flickering. It was just... there. A thin sliver of pale cutting through the darkness.

Weird. 

Toji frowned. He had memorized the layout of the mall from the blueprint map he had found earlier and according to it there shouldn't be anything behind this wall. Maybe it was the light reflecting on it, or perhaps his eyes were simply tired. After all, he had been inside this place for hours. 

Still, curiosity slowly began creeping into the back of his mind. The same curiosity that had gotten him into trouble more times than he could count.

Toji took a few steps closer. The glow became brighter and brighter. Now he could see exactly where it was coming from, a crack; a very thin crack running vertically across the wall. A crack that absolutely should not have been there.

Toji approached it carefully. 

The light spilling through was unlike anything else in the mall. It wasn't like the cool daylight  lights. It wasn't white either. It almost looked… artificial. 

He leaned closer. There was nothing; no voices, no machinery, no footsteps, not even the distant hum of electricity.

“Hello?” Toji called out, his voice echoed through the corridor.

No response came back. 

Toji swallowed.

Now that he was standing this close, he could clearly see the light pouring through the crack. There was definitely something on the other side. Something that wasn't supposed to exist according to every map he had found; and that bothered him, because abandoned buildings followed rules. Maybe not legal and safe rules, but they followed logic. There was always an explanation. A hidden room. A forgotten hallway. An old maintenance area. Something. But this? This made absolutely no sense.

Curious despite the growing unease in his chest, Toji lifted his hand and clenched it into a fist. The logical thing to do would be to knock on the wall. If there was a hollow space behind it then he'd hear the echo immediately. Maybe there really was another section of the mall hidden away from the blueprints. It wouldn't be the first time old documentation was incomplete. Buildings this large often had maintenance corridors, storage rooms or forgotten expansions that never appeared on public records. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable explanations he found. A hidden room. A sealed-off hallway. A forgotten employee area. Anything made more sense than whatever his imagination was currently suggesting.

Swallowing hard, Toji stepped closer until he was standing directly in front of the crack. Up close the wall looked completely normal. If not for the strange glow leaking through the thin opening, there would have been nothing remarkable about it. Yet despite that, his heart continued pounding against his ribs. Something about this felt wrong. Not dangerous necessarily, just wrong; like looking at a puzzle piece that didn't belong to the same set.

“You're overthinking it,” Toji muttered to himself, letting out a nervous laugh that sounded strangely loud within the empty corridor. 

Taking one final breath, Toji raised his fist and moved forward. He expected his knuckles to touch the concrete. Instead, they kept going. His entire hand passed through the wall.

For a split second, his brain completely failed to process what had happened. The wall rippled around his wrist like disturbed water before becoming solid again. Toji stared blankly at the spot where his hand had vanished, then reality caught up with him.

“What the fuck?!” he stumbled backwards so fast that his feet tangled with each other. The camera nearly slipped from his hands as he crashed onto the floor. His heart hammered violently against his chest while every muscle in his body tensed. 

For several seconds he simply sat there staring at the wall. Nothing happened. The crack continued glowing softly. The wall remained completely still.

Toji wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced himself to take a few deep breaths. Okay. Okay. He definitely did not imagine that. There was absolutely no way. His hand had gone through the wall. Not bounced off it. Not pushed through some hidden door. Gone through it as if the concrete wasn't even there. 

The realization made his stomach twist. 

For a brief moment he considered leaving. Forget the recording. Forget the mysterious light. Just grab his stuff, drive home and pretend he never found this place. Yet even as the thought crossed his mind he already knew it wasn't going to happen. If he left now, he'd spend the rest of his life wondering what was on the other side.

Slowly, Toji pushed himself back onto his feet, pressing the camera recorder tightly against his chest. His palms felt clammy. His breathing still hadn't completely settled. Despite that, he found himself stepping forward again; one step, then another and another. Eventually he was standing directly in front of the wall once more.

“Okay…” he breathed out shakily. “You're okay.” he ran a hand through his hair. “You know you're not crazy. You saw your own hand go through the wall.” the words sounded ridiculous the moment they left his mouth, yet they were true.

Questions immediately began racing through his mind. What was on the other side? Was there a way back? What if he got stuck? What if this led somewhere else entirely? Another building? Another city? Another country? Hell, what if it wasn't even on Earth? The possibilities were so absurd that under different circumstances he would've laughed.

“Calm yourself Toji, you're alright.” he spoke the words aloud for reassurance. But being the adventurer that he was, curiosity inevitably won. It always did. The same curiosity that had driven him into abandoned buildings ever since he was a child refused to let him walk away now.

“You can do this. You can…”

Closing his eyes, Toji took a deep breath and tightened his grip around the camera. If he was really doing this, then he wanted proof. Nobody would believe him otherwise. 

Slowly he stepped inside. The moment his body touched the wall he felt resistance for only a fraction of a second before it gave way. It felt almost like walking through a thin veil hanging in the air. A cold sensation brushed across his skin. The air shifted around him. His ears popped. Then it was over.

Toji slowly released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding and opened his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was the color yellow. Every surface around him was covered in faded yellow wallpaper stretching farther than it should have. The second thing he noticed was the sound. A constant buzzing filled the air, low and unending, coming from the fluorescent lamps  mounted across the ceiling. The noise seemed to softly vibrate through the room. That’s when Toji realized something. The mall was gone. Completely gone. There were only yellow walls. Yellow carpet. Yellow hallways stretching into the distance.

For the first time since entering the underground mall, genuine fear crawled up Toji's spine.

“Sooo, what was it that you wanted to show us?” Satoru asked, yawning as he relaxed comfortably in the passenger seat of Toji’s truck while everyone else was pressed together like canned sardines in the back.

“You’ll see when we get there.” Toji replied flatly, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead.

“For you to finally text us, it must be something veeerry important.”

“I text you guys, just not in the groupchat.”

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“When?”

“I text Sukuna like every other day.” Toji admitted.

Satoru dramatically raised his arms into the air. “You text him but not me?” he scoffed. “I’m offended.”

“You’re annoying.”

Yuki, who was squeezed next to you, let out a chuckle.

“Why are you even here Yuki? You’re not even in the groupchat.” Satoru snapped back, feeling a bit humiliated from Toji’s words.

“Choso invited me.” her smile widened as she looked over at Choso, who was squeezed to her other side.

The truck continued down the road while everyone carried on with their usual banter. Between Satoru's constant complaints, Suguru occasionally adding fuel to the fire, and Yuki laughing whenever someone got annoyed, the drive felt normal despite the mystery surrounding whatever Toji wanted to show everyone. Every now and then the truck bounced from a pothole in the road, causing everyone who sat in the back to groan in annoyance as shoulders bumped together again. At this point nobody even bothered apologizing anymore, there simply wasn't enough room.

Eventually the vehicle began slowing down. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as Toji pulled into an empty clearing before finally bringing the truck to a stop.

“Alright, everyone pipe down. We’re here.” Toji announced while stopping the car and hopping off.

As soon as he opened the back door, almost everyone tumbled outside.

One by one everyone climbed out from the back seats, stretching stiff muscles and relaxing their bodies after being seated in uncomfortable positions for so long. Several joints popped, few complaints immediately followed, meanwhile Satoru was already standing outside with a bright smile on his lips, clearly enjoying the fact everyone else had suffered while he sat comfortably in the front seat the entire trip.

According to what Sukuna had told you, Toji texted the groupchat because he had found something “extraordinary,” something nobody had ever seen before, but for whatever reason he insisted everyone be there in person instead of simply explaining it through messages. With nothing else to do, Sukuna accepted and asked if you wanted to go with him. You had agreed almost immediately. Exploring an abandoned building had always been one of those experiences sitting quietly on your bucket list. It was something you had thought about doing before, but never actually committed to. Of course, imagining yourself exploring abandoned places and actually doing it were two very different things.

Still, with everyone else hopping on board, it made you feel safer if anything were to happen. Not that your boyfriend wasn’t strong enough to protect you—far from it actually, but having more people tag along made the whole thing feel less intimidating. Besides, the men would all probably end up doing their own thing while you and Yuki stuck together. It happened every time the group went out. The guys always ended up in one corner talking about some sports match, video game, or whatever random topic had their attention that week, while you and your girl friends  managed to talk about literally everything else in existence.

Toji walked to the back of his truck and unpacked a duffle bag before quickly typing something into his phone. “Alright, everyone stay close and follow me. I set up a small tent in one of the stores so we’ll go there first before proceeding to the thing I actually wanted to show you.”

The group naturally split into pairs as they followed behind him. Toji led from the front while Choso and Yuki walked together behind him. Satoru and Suguru stayed side by side, casually engaging in chatter about something neither of them seemed particularly invested in. Meanwhile you held onto Sukuna’s forearm, staying close to him.

The moment you stepped inside, your grip around Sukuna tightened slightly. A chill immediately ran down your spine. Sure, you had wanted to explore an abandoned place before, but wanting to do it and actually doing it were completely different experiences. The air felt stale. Dust lingered in the atmosphere. Every footstep echoed softly throughout the enormous structure. Shadows stretched across corners where the light struggled to reach. The place still felt unsettling.

A quiet voice in the back of your mind whispered that this was probably a bad idea. That maybe you should've stayed home. That maybe some places were abandoned for a reason. You tried your best to ignore those thoughts. Taking a slow breath, you forced yourself to calm down. You didn't want doubts winning before the exploration had even begun, and even so, it was already too late to back out now. The only way home was in Toji’s truck, and you highly doubted he wanted to waste gasoline driving one person all the way back just because they were nervous.

“This way.” Toji turned around for a second, pointing towards a small store tucked away inside the mall before continuing.

The group followed.

“Sooooo, you’re going to tell us what this is about now?” Satoru asked, stretching his arms above his head as he walked. His voice echoed faintly throughout the empty structure.

“In a second.” Toji replied.

Reaching the small store he had been using as a temporary camp, Toji dropped the duffle bag onto the floor and crouched besides it. The store itself looked no different from the others you had passed on the way in. Empty shelves stood abandoned against the walls, dust covered nearly every surface, and part of the ceiling had collapsed near the back, leaving broken tiles scattered across the ground. In the corner sat a small tent, looking strangely out of place amongst the decay surrounding it.

Toji unzipped a duffle bag he had brought with him from the truck. Inside were several water bottles, a granola bar, an apple, a banana, chocolate chip cookies, and a bag of Doritos. There was also a flashlight, a small pocket knife, a compass, extra batteries, and a few other supplies neatly packed away.

“You’re taking us to a battlefield, Toji?” Sukuna snickered after seeing the contents inside the bag.

Toji let out a tired sigh, already regretting bringing his friends here. Ignoring the comment, he continued organizing the contents, checking his camera batteries before placing them inside the bag and closing the zipper.

“I found something strange on the second floor while exploring.” he finally revealed.

Immediately everyone's attention shifted to him.

“What did you find?” Choso asked while holding hands with Yuki.

“Well...” Toji reached down and unfolded one of the blueprint maps he had left nearby. Kneeling on the dusty floor, he spread it open and pointed towards a specific section with his finger. “According to these maps, there shouldn’t be anything behind this section of the mall.”

Everyone leaned slightly closer. The blueprints looked old and worn from how much Toji had been handling them. Various sections had been circled in pen while other areas contained small handwritten notes.

Toji tapped the location again. “But while I was exploring that hallway, I saw a glowing light coming from a crack in the wall.”

“Great, so you saw a lamp shining into another room that wasn’t on the layout map. Is that why you insisted on us coming along?” Satoru laughed teasingly, clearly hoping to get a reaction out of him.

“This is why no one likes you, Satoru.”

“Ouch.” Yuki grinned.

“Not true! Suguru, Shoko and Utahime all love me.” Satoru defended himself.

“Ehhh, debatable on that last one.”

A few chuckles spread through the group. Toji merely shook his head. His friends were all complete idiots.

Part of him wanted to explain everything right then and there. To tell them about the wall, the portal, the strange yellow room on the other side, but the moment he imagined their reactions, he immediately decided against it. If somebody had told him they walked through a wall and ended up in some impossible room hidden behind reality itself, he probably wouldn't have believed them either.

Without another word, Toji folded the blueprint back up and stood. “Come on.”

Everyone followed after him again as he guided the group deeper into the mall. The more you ventured inside, the quieter everything became. Footsteps echoed through the abandoned corridors. The occasional crunch of broken glass sounded beneath someone's shoe. As everyone walked, you found yourself looking around more carefully. The place felt even bigger. Perhaps it was because there were more people with you, allowing you to pay attention to things other than your own nervousness. Storefronts stretched endlessly along both sides of the hallways. Faded advertisements still hung from walls. Mannequins stood motionless inside display windows. Abandoned decorations remained exactly where they had been left years ago.

“Be careful not to slip.” Toji called over his shoulder while leading everyone to the staircase. “That water is dangerous and has a lot of microorganisms. One of them I read about can cause serious injuries to the brain.” then he glanced back at Satoru. “Not that it would matter much in your case, but still, be careful.”

“You truly hate me!” Satoru dramatically placed a hand over his chest, pretending to be wounded.

“Only a little.”

Satoru gasped. “See? This is workplace harassment.”

“You don't even work for me.”

The group continued climbing the stairs. One floor then another. Each level seemed more creepy than the last. The smell of stagnant water became stronger the lower you went. It lingered in the air alongside everything else, creating an unpleasant combination that made you wrinkle your nose. 

Eventually everyone reached down to the second floor. Toji slowed to a stop. One by one everyone looked ahead. And there it was, a thin crack running through the wall. Bright light spilled from the other side.

Nobody said anything at first. The corridor had gone quiet. Even Satoru wasn't making jokes anymore.

“...Wooowww...” Yuki gasped softly as she slowly stepped closer to investigate.

Almost immediately, Choso's hand tightened around hers. He gently pulled her back before she could get too close. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea of her touching something strange, especially in an underground building with almost no signal and no signs of civilization nearby.

Everyone stood there staring at the crack in the wall. The light continued shining through the narrow opening, bright and unwavering. It wasn't flickering like the lights throughout the mall, nor did it resemble sunlight. It was simply there, lightening the darkness around it with an almost unnatural glow. You found yourself staring at it too. The closer you looked, the stranger it seemed. According to the blueprints there shouldn't have been anything behind that wall, yet the evidence was right in front of you. A crack on the wall, a light behind it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, something about it felt wrong.

Suddenly you understood why Toji had insisted everyone come see it in person. No amount of explaining would've convinced you. You had to see it with your own eyes.

“Curious about this I placed my hand on the wall to knock, you know, an echo on the walls to give me confirmation that there was something else on the other side and not just my mind playing tricks...” Toji explained.

“Yes, Toji?” you asked, still holding on to Sukuna’s hand.

Toji took a moment before continuing. His eyes drifted towards the glowing crack before lowering to the floor. He seemed hesitant, almost unsure of how to explain what had happened without sounding completely insane. The silence stretched for several seconds before Toji finally spoke again. 

“Well... then this happened...” Toji stepped closer to the wall before taking another step and disappearing.

A breath caught in your throat.

One moment Toji was standing here in front of the whole group. The next he was gone. Not hidden behind something. Not turning a corner. Gone completely, as though the wall had swallowed him whole.

“What the hell?!”

“Where did he go????”

“Toji!”

“Toji, can you hear us?!”

“Get back here!”

Everyone shouted at the same time, voices overlapping throughout the corridor and each other. Panic immediately spread through the group as all eyes locked onto the wall. Your heart began pounding inside your chest. There was no way. That wasn't possible. Walls didn't just eat people, yet you had seen it happen with your own eyes.

“What do we do?” Yuki asked, looking at Choso for answers.

Unfortunately, Choso looked just as lost as everyone else. His hand tightened around hers while he stared at the wall, searching for some logical explanation that simply wasn't there.

For several long seconds nobody moved. 

Then Suguru let out a heavy breath through his nose. “Fuck it, I'm going in.”

Before anyone could stop him, Suguru stepped forward. He approached the wall without hesitation, stopped directly in front of it, and walked straight through. Just like Toji, he disappeared too.

“Suguru! Wait for me!” the words had barely left Satoru's mouth before he immediately ran after him. True to form, he didn't stop to think, didn't ask questions, and didn't consider the possibility that this could be dangerous. He simply charged after his best friend and vanished through the wall as well.

“These idiots...” Sukuna grunted, dragging a hand across his face. “Toji too.”

You remained frozen where you stood, staring at the spot where three people had disappeared. It felt unreal, like a magic trick somebody forgot to explain. Your brain kept trying to convince itself there had to be a rational answer somewhere, but every possibility fell apart the second you remembered what you had just witnessed.

“What now?” you asked quietly, taking a small step backwards. “Should we go in...?” your eyes shifted to Sukuna.

For the first time since you two started dating, he looked genuinely uncertain.

“Uh... I mean...” Sukuna scratched the back of his neck. “Do you want to?”

You looked back at the wall. The crack continued glowing softly, completely indifferent to the panic it had caused. 

You looked back at Sukuna again. “To be quite honest... not really,” you admitted with a nervous laugh. “I didn't expect my first time exploring abandoned places to turn out like this.” the words felt ridiculous coming out of your mouth because of course you weren't comfortable. Three people had just walked through a wall and vanished. “But what other choice do we have? We all came in Toji’s car, and he’s the only one with the keys, so it's not like we have much of a choice...”

Sukuna pressed a hand hard against his temple as realization slowly settled over him. Unfortunately, you were right.

“That fucking loser...” he groaned.

Walking home wasn't exactly an option. Not from here at least.

He let out a long sigh before looking back at you. “Just uh… let me know whenever you feel ready. We'll both go through it together.” his hand tightened around yours, enough to reassure you. A silent promise that whatever happened next, he wasn't letting you go through it alone. 

Besides you, Choso cleared his throat. “Why don't we just wait for them to come back?” he suggested.

“And if they don't?” Yuki asked, her voice noticeably quieter than before.

Immediately Choso fell silent. His mouth opened slightly before closing again, because he didn't have an answer. None of them did.

The corridor went quiet once more as everyone stared at the glowing crack in the wall. On one side was the abandoned mall. On the other was something completely unknown, something impossible. The thought of stepping through that wall without knowing what waited on the other side was foolish, yet the longer you stood there, the more thoughts began creeping into your mind.

What if it wasn't dangerous? What if whatever was on the other side wasn't bad at all? Maybe you were overthinking it. Maybe this was simply another hidden part of the mall. Maybe Toji was playing some elaborate prank. Maybe there was a projector involved. Some kind of special effect. After all, Toji did run a YouTube channel. He recorded videos, edited footage, and spent most of his free time learning new technology. Perhaps this was just another one of his ridiculous ideas to get views online. Then again… even for Toji, this felt extreme.

You shook your head and pushed those thoughts aside. None of it explained how three grown men had just vanished through a solid wall.

Taking a deep breath, you squeezed Sukuna’s hand. “Okay...” you said quietly. “I think I'm ready.”

“You sure?” Sukuna asked, studying your face carefully as if trying to figure out whether you were forcing yourself to do this.

You bit the inside of your cheek and glanced back to the wall. The strange light continued pouring from the crack, illuminating part of the corridor around it. Standing this close, it almost felt as if it were inviting you in. Every instinct in your body told you to turn around and leave, yet another part of you—the same part that had agreed to come exploring in the first place—wanted answers.

“I think so...” you admitted.

“Alright then.”

The both of you turned to face the wall. Sukuna gave the mall a long look before tightening his grip on your hand. Behind you, Choso rubbed his face while Yuki continued staring at the crack with a mixture of fascination and concern.

“Fiiiine,” Choso groaned. “We’re going too.”

Yuki smiled nervously beside him. “Thank the gods, because there is absolutely no way I’m standing here alone.”

“You weren't going to.”

“I know, but saying it out loud makes me feel better.”

You looked over at Sukuna one last time. “Together?”

“Together.”

The two of you stepped closer to the wall. The closer you got, the stranger it looked. The crack itself wasn't particularly large, yet the light coming from it seemed far brighter than what should've been possible. It spilled across the floor and walls around it.

Your heart hammered inside your chest. This was insane. Completely insane. People weren't supposed to walk through walls.

The moment you reached the crack, Sukuna gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Ready?”

“No.”

“Good answer.”

Despite the fears, a small laugh escaped you. 

Before you could change your mind, both of you stepped inside. The sensation was impossible to describe. It felt cold and warm at the same time. Smooth yet rough. It felt as though your entire body had become weightless. The sounds of the mall disappeared. The air around you shifted. Time itself seemed to slow down until everything became strangely distant.

Then it was over.

The ground felt solid beneath your feet once again.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “I-is it safe?” you asked, refusing to open them. “Are we okay?” your grip around Sukuna’s hand tightened.

From somewhere nearby, you heard voices.

“Satoru, stay still. How did you even manage to do this?” Suguru sounded exasperated.

“I just wanted to grab those headphones!”

A short laugh escaped Sukuna. “Yeah, we’re okay. You can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, you did. The first thing that greeted you was the light, a neutral white light. You blinked several times before your eyes adjusted. Yellow. Everything was yellow. The walls. The carpet. The endless hallways stretching beyond the room. The place looked like some strange office building frozen in time.

In the middle of the room sat a mountain of recording equipment: cameras, microphones, headphones, tripods, memory cards, light stands, cables tangled together in massive knots, and right on top of that pile was Satoru.

“Get me out of here!” he complained. 

Several cords had somehow wrapped themselves around his legs while he desperately held onto a pair of headphones. Suguru stood next to him trying to untangle the mess while simultaneously questioning every life decision that had brought him to this moment. In the corner of the room, Toji was adjusting his camera settings as if none of this was unusual.

“Where are we?” you asked quietly, still holding onto Sukuna as you slowly observed the room around you.

Behind you, Choso and Yuki stepped through the wall as well. The moment Yuki opened her eyes her jaw practically dropped. 

“Woooooooow!” she gasped. “Toji, where are we?!?”

Even Choso looked stunned. His eyes moved across the yellow walls and endless hallways, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. 

Everyone looked amazed, baffled. No words could properly describe the feeling. Nothing about this place made sense. It felt real. The carpet beneath your feet was real. The buzzing lights overhead were real. The stale air filling your lungs was real. 

Suguru ultimately succeeded in releasing Satoru from the cords. Satoru joyfully raised the headphones right away.

“I hope these work when we get back.”

“Dumbass,” Suguru muttered.

In the corner, Toji finally finished adjusting his camera. A small red light blinked on, indicating that it was recording. Of course he was recording.

“Alright.” Toji cleared his throat. “I did walk around for a bit, but not much. Follow me.”

The group slowly gathered together. Nobody seemed particularly eager to wander off alone. Not in a place like this.

As everyone followed behind, a strange uneasiness settled over you. The room was silent aside from the constant buzzing of the fluorescent lamps overhead. No air conditioning. No distant voices. It reminded you of standing inside an empty building after closing hours, except worse. The air was strangely still. Not oppressive. Not heavy. Almost as if something was missing from it.

As Toji led everyone towards one of the hallways, your eyes drifted to a sign hanging from the wall.

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.

The sign looked old, worn, and oddly out of place. Authorized personnel, you thought. Personnel for what exactly? Who would even work somewhere like this? You wondered if this place had once been part of the mall. Maybe some forgotten section hidden behind the walls. Maybe a store that had closed long before everything else.

“Authorized personnel only...” Choso read aloud. “Seems this is our cue to turn back now.”

“Nonsense!” Satoru immediately protested. “We just got here. We have to investigate this place.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea...” Choso replied.

Toji stopped walking then turned around to face everyone. “Okay.” his expression became more serious. “From this point on we're continuing further inside. If anyone wants to turn back, do it now.”

Nobody answered. 

You found yourself instinctively moving a little closer to Sukuna.

Suguru and Satoru seemed completely unconcerned. If anything, they looked eager to continue. Satoru's eyes kept wandering down the hallway as if he expected to find something exciting around the next corner. Suguru wasn't much different. While he appeared calmer, there wasn't any sign that he planned on turning back.

On the other side, Choso looked significantly less enthusiastic. His arm remained around Yuki's shoulders while his eyes studied the hallway ahead. The place clearly bothered him too. The problem was that curiosity always outweighed fear.

"What do you want to do?" Sukuna asked quietly, leaning closer so only you could hear.

You hesitated. The sensible answer was obvious. Turn around, go back through the wall, and pretend none of this ever happened. Yet when you imagined leaving now, a different feeling settled in your chest; regret, because if you left, you would never know what this place was. You would spend the rest of your life wondering what existed beyond these hallways.

“I don't know…” you admitted honestly. “I don't feel too sure about this place, but…” your eyes drifted towards the corridor. “I'm intrigued.”

Sukuna nodded. “I feel the same… I think I want to stay too. But I'm not leaving you here alone.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. 

You looked down at the carpet beneath your feet. Every part of your brain was screaming at you to turn around. Yet your feet refused to move. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was stubbornness. Or maybe seeing everyone else standing here made the decision easier. Whatever the reason, you eventually sighed. 

“We should stay.”

“You sure?”

You bit your lip. Not really, but you nodded anyway. “I think so.”

“Alright then.”

The two of you looked back at Toji.

Across the room, Choso let out an exaggerated groan. “Fiiiiine.” he threw one hand into the air. “We're staying too.”

Yuki immediately brightened up. “Really?”

“No.” Choso deadpanned. “I was planning on leaving you here.”

Yuki smacked his arm.

Satoru laughed. “Excellent decision. I knew you guys would come around.”

“You say that like you didn't sprint through a mystery wall after Suguru without thinking.” Sukuna said.

“I thought about it.”

“No, you didn't.”

“I thought about it very quickly.”

“That's not how thinking works.”

Meanwhile, Toji had already turned the camera back to himself. The red recording light continued blinking. Part of you wondered how he could still be focused on filming at a time like this. Then again this was probably the biggest discovery of his entire career. Millions of people explored abandoned buildings. Nobody discovered impossible worlds hidden inside walls.

“Okay…” Toji spoke into the camera. “We don't know where we are. I found this weird light inside the abandoned underground mall. When I approached it, it led me here.” he slowly turned the camera at the group.

Satoru immediately waved. “Hi mom.”

“You think your mom is watching this?” Suguru asked.

“She definitely will after this.”

Ignoring them, Toji continued. “Me and my friends are going to see what's back here. Hopefully something interesting.”

The moment he finished speaking, he stepped beyond the warning sign. The rest of the group exchanged uncertain glances before following after him.

As soon as you crossed beyond the sign, a strange feeling settled in your stomach. Nothing changed. The walls remained yellow. The lights continued to softly buzz. The carpet felt exactly the same beneath your shoes. But something felt as though you had crossed an invisible line, like the sign had been more than a warning.

The place was huuuge, endless,  no matter where you went there was just another opening taking you somewhere else. Every room seemed connected to another, every corridor opening into two more, every turn revealing another section of yellow walls and buzzing lights. It almost felt as if the place was constantly unfolding in front of you. No matter how long you walked, there was always something beyond the next room waiting to be discovered.

At first there was nothing, just big rooms that would echo the footsteps or noises someone made. The group kept quiet, looking at everything in bewilderment and baffled by what they were seeing. Every now and then someone would stop to stare at a wall for a little longer than necessary or glance down a corridor stretching into the distance. The place didn't feel real. It felt like a dream someone had forgotten to wake up from.

At some point, Satoru—as usual—began some meaningless chat, making stupid remarks and occasionally getting a response. The sound of conversation helped. It made the endless rooms feel a little less empty, a little less unsettling. Even if half of what came out of Satoru's mouth was nonsense, it was still better than listening to nothing.

A few corridors connecting the rooms were completely dark, but thankfully the rooms from both ends and Toji's camera flashlight shined inside. Even so, every time the group crossed one of those darker hallways, you found yourself walking a little faster without realizing it. The darkness felt different here. Not threatening exactly, but unnatural. 

As the group went deeper and deeper, stranger things started appearing.

There was furniture, but it was all wrong: a table was halfway finished, chairs didn't have their legs, lamps were going through the walls, a desk was stuck on the ceiling, everything was just wrong. It felt like someone had tried to photocopy a room and the image came out distorted. A copy of a copy that kept degrading each time it was reproduced. The longer you looked at those objects, the more uncomfortable they became. Everything looked familiar enough for your brain to recognize it, but wrong enough to make you wish you hadn't looked so closely.

The entrances got weird over time too. At first they were just long empty entrances, but then they got odder. A small square on the center of the wall took you somewhere else. A really slim rectangle led to another corridor. There were rooms completely dark. A piano stuck on the floor. A car that had crashed into one of the walls, dark smoke dust around it. Based on the model of the car, it must've happened years ago. Yet there was no sign of the driver. No belongings. No indication that anyone had ever been there.

“Hellooooo? Is anyone here???” Satoru stretched out his voice, the noise vibrating and resonating throughout the rooms.

As the group went deeper and deeper, more things started appearing. In some places, there were cameras on the doorways with cardboard cutouts of a caveman saying hello in multiple languages. Drawings started appearing on the walls, usually point marks or arrows leading the way. Toji, acting as the group's leader, followed them without much hesitation.

The place felt endless, like a maze. It reminded you of a labyrinth but without the Minotaur... well, at least you hadn't seen one yet. Hopefully things stayed that way too.

Over time, as you continued exploring with the group, your anxieties began calming down. The longer you were here, the more your mind started forgetting the idea that there was something else lurking somewhere within these endless rooms. Perhaps this was proof that once you faced your fears, things became less scary. And they did. What had once felt overwhelming now felt strangely familiar. The yellow walls no longer made your stomach twist. The constant buzzing slowly faded into the background. You were more at peace now, even cracking jokes with Satoru and Yuki every once in a while.

“All these empty rooms, they could build apartments here.” Yuki joked as she looked around one of the larger spaces.

“Would you move in?” you asked her.

“Hmmm...” Yuki thought about it for a second, placing a finger against her chin. “I think I would, though they seriously need to change the lighting and wallpaper. All this yellow is not it. Reminds me of piss.”

You and Satoru immediately burst out laughing. Even Suguru let out a low chuckle. Only Sukuna, Toji, and Choso remained quiet.

“Heyyy, brighten up.” Satoru reached over and shook Choso's shoulder.

“Satoru... let go.”

“What? I'm not doing anything.”

“We need to stay focused.”

“You're too tensed up dude, chill. Nothing is going to happen.”

“You don't know that.” 

“If it did, it would've happened already.”

Choso grunted. His response felt different; not annoyed but tired. Over the last hour, he had slowly spoken less and less. While everyone else occasionally got distracted by the bizarre things around them, Choso remained alert. Constantly looking around. Constantly checking hallways. Constantly making sure Yuki remained nearby. The deeper they ventured into the place, the less comfortable he seemed.

From the front Toji called out, “Can you guys keep it quiet? I'm still recording.”

Satoru looked at him and immediately let go of Choso's shoulder, raising both hands. “Alright, alright, sorry...” he whispered before adding under his breath, “party pooper...”

Toji ignored him.

On the walls even more signs started appearing, and Toji seemed far too invested to stop following them. Every new arrow felt like a clue. Every new marking felt like evidence that someone else had been here. He continued leading the group through more and more rooms, the camera constantly rolling as he documented everything. Random holes had started appearing in the floors too, forcing everyone to watch where they stepped.

Eventually the arrows led everyone to a wall covered in scribbles.

The moment you saw it, the atmosphere changed. Unlike the previous markings, these weren't simple arrows or directions. They felt desperate. Messages had been written all over the wallpaper using different colors and different handwriting.

the sound doesn't stop

it knows your fears

it hears me

it hears me

it hears me

God closed its eyes

There were handprints pressed against portions of the wall. A strange smiling face had been drawn near the center, its expression somehow making your skin crawl despite how simple it looked. Near the top—far too high for an average person to comfortably reach—someone had drawn a window with trees and a bright sun outside.

Beneath it another message had been written: if you see it don't move, don't scream, don't breathe. Stay still

You felt your stomach tighten.

At both ends of the wall were more arrows.

The arrow on the right read: Habitable Zone

The arrow on the left read: The End

“Huuuh...” Toji slowly recorded everything on the wall, taking his time documenting every message and drawing. “Habitable Zone or The End...” he muttered. “Well, I imagine The End is just the end of this.”

Nobody said. The lights continued buzzing, but louder now. 

Choso finally spoke. “Can't we go through the other side?” he asked, looking around. “We've explored enough and I don't want to take my chances pushing this further. We should all go back. I'm tired, and I'm sure it's pretty late by now.”

“What?” Yuki looked over at him. “You want to go already?”

“Yes...” Choso answered. “I think we should all return.”

“No way dude, this is all too fun and mysterious.” Satoru immediately blurted out.

“Yeah Choso...” Yuki agreed. “We just got here. No way you're tired already. Besides, this is all too cool to quit now.”

Choso exhaled slowly through his nose. “Yuki.” his voice sounded more serious this time, more commanding. “We've been here for more than an hour. There's nothing to see, and to be honest, I don't like being here.” his eyes briefly wandered around the room. “I know you're excited and all, but I don't feel comfortable being here. Honestly, I'd appreciate it if you didn't disagree with me on this one and just came back.”

“Choso.” Yuki scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You say that every time I’m out with your friends. You always want to leave before everyone else.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.” Yuki crossed her arms. “I didn’t say anything sooner because I didn’t want to start an argument, but it feels like you’re being too overprotective. We’re fine. Nothing is going to happen.” she gestured towards you. “She is here too, and I barely get to hang out with her because we’ve all been so busy lately. Can’t you please do this for me once?”

Choso stared at her. “You don’t understand.” 

“No, you don’t understand.” Yuki immediately shot back. The frustration in her voice caught everyone off guard. “Every single time we go somewhere you act like something terrible is about to happen.”

“Because something could happen.”

“But it hasn’t.”

“Yet.” the answer came instantly. Even Choso himself seemed surprised by how harsh he sounded.

Yuki stared at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means look around, Yuki.” Choso spread his arms. “We walked through a wall. We’re in some place nobody understands. We have no clue where we are. We don’t know how big this place is. We don’t know if there’s something else here with us.”

“Exactly.” Yuki replied. “We don’t know. We don’t know anything. Which is why I want to keep exploring.”

Choso let out a disbelieving laugh. “Exploring?”

“Yes.”

“You’re treating this like some vacation.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

The argument was escalating now. You could feel it. Neither of them were really listening anymore.

“You know what?” Yuki stepped closer. “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t make decisions for myself.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“It is.”

“No it isn’t.”

“You literally just asked me to leave because you don’t like being here.”

“Because I’m worried!” the words came out louder than intended. 

The entire room fell silent; even Satoru stopped smiling. Toji lowered the camera. 

Choso closed his eyes, immediately regretting it, but the words were already out. “I’m worried.” he repeated more quietly. “I’ve been worried since we walked through that wall.”

Yuki’s expression softened slightly, only for a second, then she looked away. “Choso...”

“No.” he shook his head. “I’m serious.” his hand moved through his hair. He looked exhausted. Not physically, but emotionally. “I don’t like this place.” his eyes wandered toward the hallway labeled The End, then to the one labeled Habitable Zone, then back to Yuki. “Every room looks the same. We don’t know where we are. We don’t know where we’re going. We don’t know if we can even find our way back.”

The lights continued humming.

“Maybe I’m overreacting.” Choso admitted. “Maybe I am.”

Yuki remained quiet.

“But I don’t want to keep doing this.”

Yuki looked down at the floor, then back up at him. “And I don’t want to leave.”

Choso’s shoulders dropped. For several seconds neither moved. Neither spoke. The two simply stared at each other. Then Choso slowly let go of her hand.

“Fine.” the word sounded defeated. “Do whatever you want.”

“Choso—”

“No.” he shook his head. “I’m not your father. You’re old enough to do whatever you want.” he turned and began walking away. Towards The End. Away from the argument. Away from the room. Away from the buzzing lights that never seemed to stop.

Yuki watched him leave. Something flickered across her face. Regret. Hurt. Frustration. You couldn’t tell. She turned around too. “Fine,” and started walking in the opposite direction.

“Uhhh guys...” you mumbled. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to split up.”

Neither of them listened. They just kept walking. Further and further away. Disappearing into separate hallways.

“Orrr you can just ignore me.”

The rest of the group remained standing there. 

Satoru looked at the corridor Choso disappeared into. Suguru looked at Yuki. Then both looked at each other.

Suguru massaged his forehead. “Satoru, go get Choso and convince him to come back. I’ll go get Yuki and do the same.”

Satoru groaned dramatically. “Alriiiighttt... didn’t think I’d end up playing babysitter in an interdimensional piss maze.”

Despite the argument, a short laugh escaped Suguru. “Just go.”

Satoru saluted. “Yes, sir.”

The two immediately headed in opposite directions, chasing after the couple before they managed to get too far. And just like that, the group became even smaller.

“Of course this had to happen.” Sukuna muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The room felt much larger than before. Only moments ago there had been seven people standing together. The conversations, the jokes, the occasional complaints from Satoru had made the place feel almost normal. Not safe exactly, but manageable. Now half the group had disappeared down separate hallways.

“Toji?” you looked over at him. “Are you, uhhh... going to get them?”

Toji didn't answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the wall of messages. The camera stayed raised, recording it. His gaze moved across the arrows, the warnings, the scribbled notes left behind by people who had apparently been here before.

“Toji?” you repeated.

“Huh?”

Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever thought process he had fallen into.

He looked over his shoulder. “Oh.” he blinked. “Nah.”

“Nah?”

“They’re all grown adults.” he shrugged. “They can take care of themselves.”

You stared at him. That answer wasn't reassuring at all. 

“But—”

“I imagine they'll come back here eventually.” Toji adjusted the camera settings while speaking. “So I'll just continue exploring for a bit before they get back.”

“You seriously don't care?”

“Ehhh...” Toji tilted his hand side to side. “Not really.”

Your jaw dropped slightly.

“Like I said, they're adults. My main focus here is getting footage, not looking after them.”

“Okayyy...”

Part of you wasn't sure whether to admire his confidence or be horrified by it. Maybe both.

Sukuna leaned closer to you. “You know they're usually not like this.” he whispered.

You immediately whispered back. “No kidding?”

Normally, Choso and Yuki were practically attached at the hip. Sure, they disagreed sometimes, but never enough to storm off in opposite directions. Suguru and Satoru definitely weren't the type to wander away from each other either. Something about this place seemed to amplify everything. Every irritation, every doubt, every uncomfortable thought, like the rooms quietly took whatever was already inside your head and turned the volume up.

“Anyways,” Sukuna continued, straightening up. “We should stay close to Toji.”

“Yeah....”

You looked down the hallway where Yuki had disappeared, then to the one Choso had taken. Neither of them were visible anymore. The corridors swallowed people surprisingly fast. One minute somebody was standing there. The next they were gone behind a corner.

A strange chill ran through you. For the first time since arriving, the size of this place truly began sinking in. If someone got lost here… how would you even find them? The thought lingered in the back of your mind as Toji started walking without waiting for anyone, without even checking whether the rest of the group was following. He simply picked a direction and kept moving.

Toji paced a few steps ahead of you and Sukuna, keeping some distance while still recording everything else with his camera.

Honestly, you were starting to regret tagging along. Sure, at first the idea had been exciting and you had completely lost your mind when he walked through the wall, but after spending all this time wandering around with nothing particularly interesting happening, it was starting to become boring. The rooms had felt mysterious at first, every hallway making your imagination run wild with possibilities, but after hours of walking through endless yellow rooms and identical corridors, the novelty was beginning to wear off.

You yawned. “I’m hungry.”

Sukuna chuckled softly. “Yeah, same here.”

You continued walking besides him, your footsteps muffled by the carpet beneath your feet. “You know, I’m starting to regret coming along.”

Sukuna dramatically gasped. “Are you saying I’m boring company?”

You giggled. “Well, it’s not you. I like spending time with you, it’s just that this is boring. We haven’t seen anything interesting, and after a while it gets old seeing basically the same rooms over and over again.” you reached over and held onto his hand.

“I get it.” Sukuna nodded. “Normally we’d find something interesting, but this has just been the same rooms with weird doorways and half-finished furniture.”

“You think Toji remembers how to get back?” you asked, glancing briefly at the front before looking back at him.

Sukuna scratched his ear before replying. “Probably not.”

“Figures. We should’ve left a trail or something.”

“Mhhm.” Sukuna nodded in agreement.

The two of you continued walking behind Toji. The cameraman seemed completely absorbed in whatever he was recording. Every now and then he'd stop to film a doorway, a strange piece of furniture, or one of the countless arrows painted across the walls before continuing onward.

“Hey?”

“Yeah?”

“You think the others are fine? I hope Choso and Yuki make up because it’ll be awkward if they break up. You know, us being friends with both. It always feels like you're forced to choose between one or the other.”

Sukuna snorted. “I get it, but they'll probably be okay. It’s not the first time they've argued before, and when they make up they act like it's their first time falling in love.”

“To be fair, they act like that all the time.” a small smile tugged at your lips. “But seriously, I don't think it was a good idea to split up. Whatever. At least Satoru and Suguru are with them and Toji's not alone.”

“Agreed.”

The conversation died down. At first you didn't notice what had changed. Everything around you looked exactly the same, yet something here in this room felt different. The hairs along your arms slowly stood up. Your stomach tightened. The air had grown colder. Not dramatically colder. Just enough for you to notice, enough for your body to notice before your mind did. Your breathing suddenly felt heavier. The uneasy feeling you had experienced when first entering the wall came rushing back stronger than before.

“You feel that too?” you stopped walking, tightening your grip around Sukuna’s hand.

“Yes...” Sukuna immediately stopped as well. His eyes scanned the surrounding rooms, the entrances, corners, dark hallways, every possible direction. It wasn't panic. It was caution.

Ahead of you, Toji paid no attention to either of you. He remained completely absorbed in recording, almost captivated by whatever thoughts were running through his head. You wondered how the camera was still running, but knowing Toji he probably had enough spare batteries stored away to survive the apocalypse.

The three of you continued walking. The temperature seemed to drop another degree. The lights buzzed louder. The silence felt ominous. Toji walked inside a dark corridor. Without warning he took a sharp turn around the corner. The moment he did, his entire body froze. His posture straightened instantly. The camera lowered. For a second he simply stared.

“What the hell?!” his voice echoed through the hallway, then he ran straight into the darkness.

You and Sukuna looked at each other confused and alarmed.

“What?”

“Hey Toji, wait up!”

Neither of you received a response.

You and Sukuna ran after him. By the time you reached the entrance of the dark corridor, Toji was already gone. Only the sound of his footsteps remained, fading somewhere deeper within the maze.

“Let’s go check it out.” Sukuna said. “We can’t lose him.”

You nodded.

The two of you hurried down the hallway. The darkness swallowed the corridor between the pools of light at either end. Your footsteps echoed as you followed the direction Toji had gone, turning the corner and entering the next room he wasn't there. 

This new room was enormous. Much larger than the previous ones. Several entrances branched off in different directions, each one leading somewhere else. You and Sukuna stopped in the middle, looking around and listening for Toji, but nothing came.

“Fuck!” Sukuna cursed. “Where the fuck could he have gone?”

“Toji?” you called out. “Where are you?” your voice echoed down one of the tunnels.

No answer came back, only silence.

“Great.” Sukuna sighed.

“What do we do now?”

Sukuna stood there for a minute, thinking. “We should probably look for him. As much as I want to, we can’t just abandon him.”

You huffed. “So where do we go from here?”

The both of you slowly turned, studying each entrance. Trying to decide. Trying to guess. Trying to find some clue.

“Through here.” Sukuna finally pointed to one of the openings.

“Are you sure?”

“No.” he immediately admitted. “But what other choice do we have? We can’t just stay here.”

“Okay...” you slowly inhaled and exhaled.

“Come,”

The two of you walked towards the passageway on the left, stopping briefly at the entrance. For a moment neither of you moved, silently contemplating the decision before finally stepping through. Almost immediately the temperature returned to normal, or at least as normal as it could be in a place like this. The tension in your shoulders eased slightly. The feeling of being watched faded.

You exchanged a look with Sukuna. “I hope we find him.”

“I hope so too.”

Just as every other hallway this one seemed to lead to more pointless rooms. The two of you continued wandering through the maze. Occasionally there would be a random hole in either the ceiling or the floor leading to even more pointless rooms beyond. Every turn was similar to the last. Every corridor seemed to stretch forever before opening into another room that looked the same. Unfortunately, neither of you had been able to find Toji.

At first you had been hopeful. Every new room made you think maybe he would be standing around the corner recording something weird for his channel. Every distant shadow made you wonder if it was him. But after spending who knows how long walking through endless hallways, you were finally forced to admit the truth. He was lost.

“This was such a terrible idea.” you grunted, facepalming yourself.

Sukuna snorted. “You're only realizing that now?”

“Yes.”

Your legs kept moving, taking yet another turn. The conversation died off again as the two of you wandered through another corridor. The lights buzzed faintly overhead. The carpet muffled your footsteps. Everything felt strangely still, which at this point became normal.

Both of you stopped in a new room, but this one was different. Well, not completely different. It still had the same yellow wallpaper and the same unsettling atmosphere. Yet it was undeniably different. The room was slightly larger than the others. A row of pendant lamps hung from the ceiling, each spaced evenly apart. Bright red signs screamed 'EVERYTHING 50% OFF!' from different corners of the room. There were different types of tables: coffee tables, console tables, round tables and dining tables. There were couches: vintage camelbacks, ottomans, recliners, sofas and armchairs. Beyond them sat complete bedroom displays with different bed frames, nightstands and dressers arranged neatly together. It looked like an actual place, a setting.

“Wait...” your voice came out softer. “Is this supposed to be a furniture store?”

“Ikea?” Sukuna said.

You gently smacked his chest. “Not the time for jokes.”

“I wasn't joking.” 

He looked completely serious. You rolled your eyes.

“Even so, why would this be here?”

Sukuna shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.”

You both slowly began circling the room, staying close to each other while investigating. You peeked inside drawers. Opened cabinet doors. Checked behind furniture displays. Part of you hoped there would be something useful here. A clue. A note. Anything that could explain where you were or where Toji had disappeared to. Unfortunately, the furniture store seemed just as abandoned as everything else. He was such an idiot for running off like that.

“You know what this whole place makes me feel like?” Sukuna suddenly said.

You glanced over at him. “What?”

“It makes me feel like I'm this forty year old guy stuck in a shitty job after my wife kicked me out of the house and I never got to accomplish my dreams.”

You immediately laughed.

Sukuna made a very dramatic face, closing his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows while somehow still grinning. One fist rose into the air, clenched tightly as if he were starring in some low-budget drama.

Slowly opened his eyes again. “You wouldn't kick me out of our house, right?”

The two of you didn't even have a house yet. You just lived together in a small apartment your father had let you borrow while the two of you scraped together enough money for a place of your own. Having only recently graduated from college and started your lives together, things had been challenging at times, but so far you had managed.

“Hmmm.... I don't know.” you placed a finger against your cheek, pretending to think about it. “If you start acting like an asshole to me, I would.”

“Well then, I'll be sure to be careful.”

“Good boy.” you patted his head.

Sukuna rolled his eyes and put on an annoyed expression, but after spending so many years together you already knew he was only putting on a show. The truth was that he loved when you coddled and praised him, but only when alone. If you were ever to do this in front of his friends you were sure he’d kill you and them. 

The two of you simply wandered around the store together; opening more drawers, testing recliners, making fun of ugly furniture designs. It was oddly normal. Almost enough to make you forget you were trapped in an interdimensional maze hidden behind reality.

Sukuna's expression slowly shifted into a devilish grin. That immediately made you suspicious.

“Since we're lost and Toji is not around...” he reached into his pocket. “I have a wonderful idea.” he pulled out his phone.

“Which is?” you narrowed your eyes.

Sukuna slowly approached you, placing one hand on your lower back and pulling you closer until the two of you were face-to-face.

“Well, we're alone and there's tons of mattresses laying around.” he gestured to the bedroom displays with his free hand. “I think you can figure out the rest.” his grin widened. He looked far too pleased with himself.

“Seriously? Now?”

“Why not?”

You shook your head. “We're lost in a nightmare.”

“Exactly.”

“That is not helping your argument.”

“It is from my perspective.” he laughed. “Think about it. Nobody’s around, so it’s not like they’re going to notice. Besides, imagine the views we’ll get if we fuck in a place like this.”

You looked around at the strange space surrounding you. It would be like the two of you were having sex in a furniture store, but something about this place wasn’t right.

You bit your lip, thinking it over before eventually giving in. “Okay... just make sure you crop out our faces when you upload it.”

Sukuna walked over to one of the bedroom sets, clicking record on his phone and placing it on top of a dresser to capture both of you as well as the weird-looking background.

“Of course. I always blur out our faces when I upload.” he started taking off his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants.

You laid on the bed, taking off your clothes as well and getting ready into position. “You even have signal on that thing? Mine wasn’t working earlier.”

“Nah, but after we get out of here I’ll upload it to our shared account. You know, surprisingly, Twitter pays well.”

“Makes sense. People are horny over there.”

You spread out on the bed, shifting to the side with your legs apart. From over your shoulder, you could already see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric of his boxers. It suddenly became very obvious why he had suggested the idea in the first place. The man had been hard this entire time.

A soft giggle escaped you.

Sukuna leaned over your body, leaving kisses across your face as he immediately got to work, gently pressing his fingers against your clothed womanhood.

A soft sigh escaped you. Neither of you seemed concerned about the endless maze. 

Your hand found its way to his dick, slowly stroking him as he continued kissing your cheek and jaw.

The familiar intimacy eased some of the tension that had settled into your body over the past few hours. Being trapped should have felt terrifying, but with him close, it became easier to forget.

Moving across the bed, you came face-to-face with his hardened cock. A smile found its way to your lips as your hand wrapped around his shaft, tapping it gently against your lips before bringing it in your mouth. Slow, steady motions followed as your head bobbed around him, savoring the salty taste of his precum. A deep breath filled your lungs before taking him fully, his tip reaching the back of your throat while your lips brushed lightly against his darkened pink pubes.

“Hmmmphh…” you moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder as his hand tightened around the back of your head.

Looking up, you watched his jaw hang open as he breathed deeply, eyes squeezed shut while he gently guided your head back towards him each time you pulled away. Fighting the urge to gag, you focused on steadying your breathing against the feeling of him fully sheathed in your mouth.

“Fuuuck…” he groaned, opening his eyes slowly to look down at you.

Without breaking eye contact, you slowly pulled away from him. His hand remained resting on your head but made no move to pull you back. Instead, his gaze sharpened, something darker settling behind it.

Suddenly your hips were in his hands. 

With a firm grip, he turned you around until your face was buried in the pillows before dropping to his knees and tugging your panties down. Strong hands settled on your hips, holding you firmly in place as he dragged his tongue across your slit. A bite of your lip did little to muffle the sounds escaping you. Fingers tightened around the pillow instead, knuckles slowly turning white against the fabric. Sukuna pressed the tip of his wet muscle on your clit, flicking your bud rapidly before sliding it back to your entrance. The juices spilled onto his mouth as he continued savoring them, like a thirsty man who hadn’t had water in over twenty-four hours. Sukuna continued. You bit your lip, trying—and miserably failing—to quiet down the moans. Your hands clutched the pillow tightly.

Without a warning Sukuna pulled away. You turned your head to look at him, a smirk pressed on his face.

He pumped his dick three times before guiding himself inside you. 

A sharp breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened at the familiar intrusion as he slowly filled you, every inch making your body tense before gradually giving way. Not that you weren't used to Sukuna, but every time he pushed inside it still sent a sudden shock through you, that brief moment of adjustment making your fingers tighten against the sheets.

“Ohh, baby….” you moaned, pressing yourself harder into the pillows while shifting your thighs upward, spreading them further to give him more room. 

Maybe it was because the place felt so empty. Maybe it was because everything around felt artificial. Whatever the reason, the need to be close suddenly felt stronger than usual. 

Too impatient to give either of you much time to think, Sukuna immediately set a steady rhythm of thrusts. A low groan escaped him as one hand remained anchored on your lower back, keeping you close while the other traveled upwards to unclasp your bra. The garment slipped away seconds later, his touch lingering before that same hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you there as if he couldn't bear to put any distance between the two of you. 

Sukuna kept thrusting, his pace slowly losing whatever restraint he had before, each movement growing rougher and more desperate than the last.

Unable to stay pressed against the pillows any longer, you pushed yourself upright until your back rested against his chest. One hand found its way to his neck before tangling into his hair, holding on for support as the uneven rhythm of your breaths mixed together.

“You feel good…”

Sukuna was pounding into you when he abruptly pushed your body forward, the force making him slip out and leaving you feeling suddenly empty. He climbed onto the bed sideways, his legs facing the phone’s camera.

Immediately, you knew what to do. 

You moved over, spreading your legs on either side of him as you sat on top. From the vanity mirror, you could see both yourself and him beneath you. 

Settling into a steady rhythm, you found your pace. The knot in your stomach tightened little by little, each movement making it harder to focus on anything else. Around you, the lights continued their low flickering, the cold air of the furniture store contrasting sharply with the heat building between your bodies. Both of your noises mixed together, uneven breaths and quiet sounds filling the otherwise empty room. It made it easier to forget where you were.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Sukuna groaned. His hands snaked over to your breasts, fondling them. He had once jokingly called them his “personal stress balls,” though judging by the way he looked at you now, there was nothing particularly humorous about it.

A shaky laugh almost escaped you before it dissolved into another breathless sound.

The longer it went on, the more restraint seemed to leave him.

“Babe…” you whined, pressing your nails on his pectorals, leaving tiny scratches that would fade by morning. “I’m going to cum soon…”

Something flashed across his face at the confession. His grip tightened. He pulled away again, forcing a frustrated sound from your throat before guiding you onto your back. In one swift motion, he lifted your hips and repositioned himself, wasting little time before pulling you close again. Sukuna groaned loudly, any remaining restraint disappearing as his pace became increasingly relentless.

“I’m about to—” you cried out, the words breaking apart before you could even finish them.

“Cum with me.” he whispered into your ear, his voice rough and husky.

The request sounded less like an order and more like a plea. Something in his tone sent a shiver through you.

His grip tightened instinctively, holding you closer as if putting distance between the two of you was physically impossible. Every uneven breath, every sound, every desperate movement seemed to blur together until there was nothing left beyond the overwhelming need for each other.

The two of you came apart at the same time.

For several seconds neither of you could do anything except breathe. Both breaths came uneven and ragged. Sukuna practically collapsed on top of you, his sweaty chest pressing against your back as he struggled to catch his breath, his forehead resting briefly against your shoulder.

He placed a kiss on your cheek, sweat still dripping down his forehead.

“You stink.” you murmured against the pillows.

“Like you smell any better.”

The two of you chuckled at the meaningless exchange.

Sukuna painfully moved off you and sat besides you, his back pressed on the headboard. “Wish I had a cig right now.” 

“You think this place has showers? I could go for one right now.” 

Sukuna sighed, getting off the bed and tossing your clothes back to you before grabbing his own and pulling them on. “Here, put these on before the others come. And no, I don't think so. Well, I haven't seen any, but if I did I'm definitely thinking about doing a part two for this.” 

He grabbed the phone from the top of the dresser, clicking the red button to stop the recording before walking back over to the bed. “Uhhh, I'll edit it later.”

Opening the gallery, he gave the video a quick review before making any major changes, like blurring out both your faces.

“Okay...” you lazily reached across the bed, grabbing your clothes and painfully pulling them back on. “You know, next time you don't have to be so rough.”

He paused the video and looked up, giving you a warm smile. “Sorry, angel.” he resumed the footage.

You cuddled against his side and closed your eyes, enjoying the chance to rest. For the first time in hours, neither of you were walking. Neither of you were searching. Neither of you were worrying about endless hallways or where the others had gone off to. 

The buzzing lights in the background seemed to grow louder and louder. 

Sukuna went quiet for a second, then asked, “Wait... what is that...?” his voice was softer now, kinda confused.

You opened one eye.

Sukuna brought the phone closer to his face and increased the brightness. “Hey babe, do you see this thing?” he shook your shoulder and flipped the screen to you.

Blinking away your exhaustion, you squinted at the footage. “No...? Is there supposed to be something?”

Sukuna frowned. His finger tapped a specific spot on the screen. “Right here in the corner. Doesn't the background look weird to you?”

You looked again, harder this time. The footage showed a dark hallway splitting into three directions: forward, left, and right. There was nothing unusual, at least nothing you could see.

“No. I don't see anything. What do you see?”

His expression slowly shifted. Curiosity. Confusion. Concern. Without answering, he stood up from the bed.

“Ryo?”

With his phone in hand, he began walking towards that same darkened corner visible in the recording. His figure disappeared into the shadows.

“Babe, come back here. There's nothing over there.” you lazily waved a hand, your face still pressed against the cheap cotton sheets.

No answer came. For a few seconds everything was silent. Then suddenly a loud terrifying scream. The sound echoed throughout the furniture store. 

Every hair on your body stood upright. A wave of nausea rolled through your stomach.

“Sukuna!” you sat upright immediately. The right part of your brain fought to take control. It was probably a joke, a prank. It wouldn't have been the first time your boyfriend decided to mess with you after sex.

“Ryomen, come back here!”

Nothing, only the noise of the ceiling lamps now becoming louder than before. 

The furniture store remained perfectly still. Tentatively, you climbed off the bed slowly. Each step felt heavier than the last as you approached the same darkened corner he had disappeared into. The shadows grew larger.

“Ryo, stop that. This isn't funny.” your voice came out smaller than intended. Your heart pounded violently against your ribs.

As you reached the doorway, your steps faltered, stopping before it. You tried your best to peer through the darkness, trying to find him, trying to hear something, anything, but there was nothing there. 

“Ryo... please come back. This isn't funny...” the bedsheet remained clutched tightly around your body as though it could somehow protect you.

Taking a shaky breath, you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself, trying your best to feel brave and step into the hallway. The darkness swallowed you almost immediately.

“Ryo... where are you?” your voice echoed into the corridor.

Still no answer from him.

From somewhere behind you a sound. A horrible screeching noise. Getting closer. The movements were fast, too fast. 

Your heart stopped. Spinning around, you caught a glimpse of something illuminated by the distant lights of the furniture store. It was a tall dark shape. Its limbs seemed to bend in ways they shouldn't. And it was charging directly at you.

You opened your mouth and screamed. The thing lunged, and everything went dark.

Dividers by: @\somebitchprobably-graphicdump

Note: Ngl I feel like this was a sloppy work, but tbh it's so hot out here I can barely do anything besides be in the pool. Myb guys u_u

[indiewritesxoxo]

sweet tooth vampire!gojo x f!reader

Thump.

"Shit, I, uh, gotta call you back," Gojo groaned, rubbing the corner of his eyes, flicking on his hazards despite the almost-entirely empty street. Just his fucking luck. He could blame it on the car in front of him braking too fast, but he really hadn't been paying any attention, too hungry to focus on the road. A tie was hanging loose around his neck, dressed for some black tie event he ended up ditching halfway through, too many dirty old bastards there whose blood he'd rather die than drink.

"What now?" His best friend wryly commented, irritation bleeding through at being interrupted in the middle of his story about some girl he just met.

"I might've rear-ended someone," He admitted with a sheepish shrug, as if he'd somehow be able to tell from the other end of the line.

"Seriously?" He sighed.

"Oops?"

"Just don't do anything stupid," Suguru insisted.

Like he was six instead of - shit, how old was he now?

Either way, he wasn't a child. Okay, well, maybe sometimes he acted like one. But a tiny bit of faith would be appreciated.

The bright blinks of the one still-working taillight of the lone car in front of them hurt his eyes, cutting through the dark as the car turned into a deserted parking lot, hastily stopping. He muttered a few vague assurances before the line went dead, distracted as he pulled into a nearby spot.

He stepped out first, shoving his phone in his pocket along with his keys while he walked around to check out the damage to his own car. A black scuff on the white paint, a small dent, nothing dangling or seriously damaged. The ignition of the other car switched off, a car door swinging open in the corner of his vision.

"Is it bad?"

It only took a single look - a single whiff - and he knew he was going to do something monumentally, astronomically stupid.

Your outline bent over, the curve of your ass in a tight dress sticking out while you dug through your stuff for your insurance information, probably. Maybe you were out on a date, or at some club.

The idea of someone letting you go home alone was a little absurd though.

"Terrible," He lied, unable to catch his Cheshire grin before it curled up on his lips. Glancing over his shoulder and already conjuring up some dramatic complaint when-

Now that just wasn't fair.

Your face was even sweeter than you smelled, pretty eyes peering up at him, lashes fluttering as you bit your lip in concern, drawing a tiny drop of blood.

And he was simply starving.

"Really?" You frowned, brows furrowed together as you sucked on the broken skin, and he was pretty sure he was hard already, his pants straining to contain his cock, throbbing every few seconds at each flicker of your face.

"Nah," He chuckled, stepping closer and swinging his keyring around his finger, eyes drifting across your body. "Just a few scuffs."

"Oh." Your breath hitched, and he could hear your heart beat quicken when you swallowed hard when he stopped barely a foot away from you.

"Broke your taillight though," He sighed, pushing out his lip like he was so apologetic. "Sorry, beautiful."

Your face flushed, color rising to your cheeks. Full of the life he lacked. Would you cry if his teeth sank into your throat? What would your tears taste like?

"D-do you have your insurance information?" You stammered, and shit, Gojo would die all over again just to hear you stutter his name next.

"Not on me, sweets," He murmured, pulling his wallet out of his pocket instead, not even counting the bills before forking over a handful of them. "Think this will cover it?"

He could barely hide the hunger in his stare when your own flickered from his intense eyes down to the cash then back up, catching a second too long on his lips.

"That's too much," You mumbled, like he couldn't see how much you were itching to take it.

"Just consider the extra an apology for me inconveniencing you," He purred, using it as another excuse to get closer to you, invading your personal space just to plop the money in your hand, his cold one clapping on top of yours.

And fuck, touching you made it ten times worse, the temptation to drag you into his backseat and tear into you was biting and scratching its way into every thought.

"Seriously?" You frowned, not foggy-eyed or falling for him the way humans typically did when he tried to work his charms. No, your flustered state had turned almost suspicious.

Studying his pale face and extra-pointy canines, how much of his pupils swallowed the brilliant blue of his eyes, the sharpness of features, like carved stone instead of soft flesh.

"There's just one condition," He tried to backtrack, come up with some excuse to distract you.

"What?" You scrunched your nose up, probably still trying to figure him out, sort him into some box in your brain to make this all make sense.

"A date," He cheekily grinned, leaning down so his nose nuzzled against yours.

"With you?" You blinked, not quite believing him.

"See anyone else around here?" Gojo teased.

You laughed, soft and low and little sardonic. Sucking on that sore spot on your lips before giving him a cute shrug before answering, "Good point."

"Is that a yes?" He impatiently goaded.

God, he wanted you now, but a five star special was something to savor, not a midnight meal scrounged up in some parking lot.

"Depends on if you wanna date me or fuck me," You bluntly said, no shy stammer to be found now.

"What about both?" He proposed. Then you glanced back down to his lips, and he knew he had you.

But he didn't expect you to grab him by his tie and drag him into the backseat of your car, cash and purse tossed up front, his suit jacket discarded on the floor and your hands softly cupping his face to kiss him.

The faint taste of blood still lingering on your lips made him moan into your open mouth, need searing through him and piercing his heart to demand for more. You were richer than any dessert, finer than any dish he had before, warm and wonderful and full of something he wasn't sure how to name, addicting in a way he'd never known.

You didn't notice. Just kissed him harder, held him closer, fast fingers unbuttoning his shirt so you could run your palms over his sculpted chest.

He tried to guide your hand down before you noticed his heart didn't beat, although he was sure if it could, it'd be pounding by now with you laying so pretty underneath him, tasting so fucking fantastic on his tongue.

"Wanna taste you," Gojo whined out loud, not even fully meaning too, fangs sharpening inside his mouth as he sat up, starting to hike your dress up your thighs, revealing a pretty set of lacy blue panties.

How fitting. His favorite color.

Long fingers siding up your smooth skin to toy with the thin fabric, about to slip underneath it when he felt it. The sharp prick of wood pressed against his chest.

He froze, eyes slowly glancing up to find your lips pushed together in a mocking pout, a wooden stake in your hand, probably something you had hidden beneath the seat.

You tricked him. Tracing the shape of a heart over his own, etching a searing line into his skin while you sighed softly, as if he was something pretty to pity.

"Guess that means no date then, huh?" He chuckled, and you laughed for real this time.

Gojo hated how hot he still found the sound. How irresistible you looked trying to act intimidating with your fingers wrapped around that stake instead of his cock. Biting your lip on purpose this time just to taunt him with the blood.

"Sorry, beautiful."

[madamechrissy]

Ricochet

You're a young college professor teaching English Lit and history, you don't live an insanely exciting life - no, you enjoy spending time at home with a good book and a glass of red. You're perfectly content until a certain student sets his pretty blue eyes on you - senior Satoru Gojo. Obsessed with you, Satoru starts following you everywhere, observing and waiting. He just wants you to realize that he's the only one for you, and he'll do anything to make sure you throw your 'ethics' right out of the window.

pairings - college student! Gojo x professor! reader

warnings - absolutely MDNI! this story has yandere content (babytrapping/stalking) Satoru 22, reader 30, reverse professor trope, power dynamics, push and pull. this part - breed kink, breed kink, breed kink LMAO - like no, he rly needs you pregnant I'm so sry - so a LOT of cum, oral (m receiving) dom/sub elements, yandere, psycho ass Gojo who wants to chain you up, thigh fucking, overstim, possessive red flag behaviors

tysm for @lizatonix for proofreading this chap for me!!! <3 I love you SO MUCH! I only have one more chap after this ahhhh my bbs!

<<<part six - masterlist - final part(soon)

part seven

It’s too intimate once Satoru Gojo gets to the front porch of your home, the never-ending rain still pounding on your awning, lightning illuminating the sky behind Satoru’s tall body. His lips are descending onto yours as the two of you drip onto the little welcome rug by your front door, heart pounding, your eyes looking up into Satoru’s now – dark with need.

“It’s always raining with us,” he murmurs, you can’t help but giggle breathlessly at  that, watching the lightning flash, highlighting his perfect cheeks, his plump lips in a little smile.

“It always is,” you tug him inside, and of course Fluffy the traitor just cracks one of those cute blue eyes open, all curled up on the little fluffy bed Satoru bought her last week, that tail wrapping, flickering just a bit. “Yeah, Fluffy – I know.”

Satoru laughs and kicks the door shut, the sound echoing and mixing with his sharp exhale, as he studies your silhouette, the way your dress was literally clinging to every curve of your body. “She loves that bed, hmm?”

“She does,” Satoru slips off his jacket, letting it fall with a thud – his white dress shirt plastered to his chest from the spray of rain, outlining every muscle until your throat goes dry just looking at him. 

His hair is a dripping wet mess, the usually fluffy strands plastered against his forehead, those lashes dripping and spiked together. You ache more for him than you knew was possible, all the thoughts of what was happening before, of his parents, of your career fading to this singular moment.

You’d do anything to have him look at you like this forever.

Saroru’s long fingers trace the line of your jaw, ever so gently, but he’s trembling just a bit, his hands shaking as he cups your face, leaning low – so big, his hands, his  body, everything about him making you shrink just a bit. You always feel small with him, and it’s addictive, like somehow he will protect you from everything.

Even though that’s fucking insane, isn’t it?

“Turn around, sweetheart.”

You eagerly listen, and he laughs softly.

“You’re being such a good girl now,” he murmurs, his voice low and much darker than usual, one hand brushing the damp strands of your hair aside, you feel the coolness of your fan against your soaking wet skin. “You’re finally listening to me, hmm? You do wanna be a good girl?”

“Yes,” you are never in control with him, not really - it doesn’t matter that you’re the older one, that you’ve lived eight years longer. Satoru controls you, and you want it, you want to be a good girl as much as you want to not listen.

Let him smack your ass till you do.

Let him chain you like he threatens.

Loving Satoru was dangerous, it was insanity, blinding like the lightning that pours in as his hands move to the delicate zipper on the back of your gown, noticing your tag then, toying with it.

“You kept the tag?” You blush as his knuckles brush against your spine, just where he is unzipping, following it like a little trail, making you throb.

“I can’t afford this-”

Satoru rips the tag off, you gasp and look back, seeing his glare. “I’ll give you the money to keep it.”

“Toru…”

“You deserve everything, pretty lil goddamn body in this dress? Think I’ll let you take it back? Hah,” he tugs that zipper all the way down, the silk is so heavy with rain it just falls, pooling at your feet around your ankles. “You’re keeping it.”

“You shouldn’t buy things for me…” You shiver, not just from the cold, but from the intimacy of every moment, with how his lips brush against your ear, and he presses his own cold, wet clothes against you.

“I’ll make sure you have everything you deserve,” his words are insanity, his kiss along your ear somehow sweet as it is filthy. “You won’t want for a goddamn thing when you’re all mine.”

“You’re s-so anti feminism…” You mumble, he snorts at that, tickling your skin. “You are setting me back generations.”

“You can make your money if you want, then,” he says softly. “Since you’re a stubborn little brat, but I’m paying for that fucking dress. Yes?” He turns you to face him, tilting your chin up now, the rain still pattering against your windows. “Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Good, doin’ s’good already,” he whispers, stepping back – his pretty blue gaze is devoted, worshipping your body as he looks at you, standing there in nothing but your soaked lace bra and panties. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

You go to cover up just a bit and he smacks your hands. “Satoru!”

“Don’t cover any of your body up,” he murmurs, drugged from you, the very sight of his pretty Professor half naked in front of him now, your tits pressed up as that lace molds to their form, nipples glaringly apparent. “Pretty Professor.”

“Psycho student,” he would laugh at your brattiness if he wasn’t so hard it hurt, unbuttoning his dress shirt, showing his chest, his hard abdomen, feeling your gaze against him. “Pretty psycho.”

“Ya think I’m pretty, hmm?” You roll your eyes, and Satoru steps closer, shirt off and on the floor in the soaking wet mess both of your clothes are now.

“You know you are, ah!” He’s too close now, as he hooks his thumbs into the elastic waistband of your panties, tugging and sliding them down your legs with the sweetest expression, achingly slow – inch by inch. “Toru…”

He kneels as he tugs them down, looking up at you underneath those spiked lashes, pressing a soft kiss to your hip bone as your panties fall right down to your ankles, he helps you step out of them, pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh. Your breath catches, dizzy from need, from how fucking perfect it feels to have him just like this.

On his knees before you.

You brush his still damp strands back, eyes fluttering shut when he kisses higher, breath ghosting over where you need him the most, he teases a kiss on your hood, on your waist, standing once more. He reaches right around your waist, unclasping your bra with a flick of his wrist, letting it fall down behind you.

“You had lots of practice,” you tease, your eyes narrowing at him, Satoru snorts at that, his huge hands coming up to cup your pretty tits in his hands, his thumbs running circles over your puffy nipples, making them press out against them, begging for attention.

“You sound jealous again, hmm?” He teases, you can’t help but bite down on your lower lip, nipples aching with the coolness of the air against your still chilled skin. “That I have had some practice?”

“Very,” you admit with a pretty scowl, he gets harder, undoing his belt with a loud click as he moans into your mouth, kissing you over and over. “Mmm… maybe I’m a little psycho.”

“You have no idea how fucking insane you make me, sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips pressed against the curve of your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across your neck, your shoulder, hands pressing into your waist, squeezing it and making your heart hammer in your chest. “No fucking idea.”

If you knew.

You know a bit, but you have no clue how fucking serious Satoru was – how he meant it when he said he’d chain you up. His tongue darts against your skin, lapping up the taste of you, even sweeter with that rainwater on your skin. You’re trembling now, breaths coming faster, almost losing your patience as you tug open his belt fully, letting his pants unbutton just so.

“Need you, Toru,” you feel so fucking vulnerable then, but how can you not need him? How can you not need all of him – all of his insanity against you.

“Yeah, do you, baby?” He teases softly, kissing you deeper, the two of you stumbling past your tiny little kitchen, he pauses, frowning now.

You follow his gaze to the small plastic dispenser holding your birth control pills, and you see a damn vein press out from his jaw – a muscle ticking, as if he’s fucking furious.

“Satoru…”

He grins.

Oh it’s a feral fucking grin, too.

“You’re not…”

“Fuck this shit,” Satoru snatches up the little plastic case, walking quickly over to your trash can. He opens it and rips the foil, letting the little pills fall into it.

Fuck he’s insane.

Fuck it’s hot.

You’ll worry about all that tomorrow, about how an independent woman like you is loving this breed kink freak of a student, raising a brow at you, as if asking if you want him to continue.

Your cheeks heat up, stepping closer, seeing his open slacks, those v cuts and the white hair scattering over. “Wanna really fucking keep any?”

“You’re insane,” you breathe out, a soft little laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. “You’re absolutely beyond fucking insane, Satoru.”

“Yeah, I am,” he smirks at you now. “Need to keep any?”

“No, you little jerk,” you mumble.

You wanna be bred by him – give him all the goddamn babies.

Not six.

Maybe three.

Satoru walks over to you and cups your chin, tilting it up now, as you’re naked right in front of him, your own hands on the waistband of his boxers. “Take ‘em off for me, hmm?”

“Yes,” you whisper, easing those pants and boxers down, he’s kicking them off until he’s standing right in front of you, completely naked – he’s painfully hard, his cock jutting out thick and heavy, dripping white pre as you kneel. “Mng…”

You can’t stop yourself from lapping the salty substance, sucking on that reddened tip, eyes fluttering shut, earning a gentle little smack. “Eyes on me, sweetheart – on me.”

You look at him now, naked on your tile floor, letting him guide his thick, veiny cock into your eager, wet mouth with a filthy little moan. His hand tangling in your wet locks of hair, shoving his cock deep in your hot, eager little mouth, all while your eyes stay locked on his, tip gliding all smooth over your tongue, against the roof of your mouth.

“That’s it, love that I threw them out, hmm? Love that I wanna knock your pretty body up?” He’s babbling as you suck, laughing like he’s really gone and fucking lost it, his long lashes fluttering as you swallow more of him, taking him deeper with every mean stroke. “F-fuck…”

You barely get a few more in before he’s yanking you up, picking you up with an arm around your waist, you let out a surprised squeak as he carries you over to the couch, the one you’ve sat down and drank wine on, all alone before he met you. Before he came to invade your space, taking all of you over.

He lays you onto the soft cushions, caging you in with his huge arms, your hands come to grip them, feeling the hard muscles and lines of his body, his knees forcing your thighs apart. His eyes are even darker as he kisses you over and over, and you spread wide for him.

“You love me,” he murmurs, you swallow as he pulls back. “Don’t you?”

“I love your psycho ass,” you whisper, lips trembling – it’s like a madness, a sickness for him that you can never get over. As if there could have been ‘just once’ or ‘just the week’ when he consumes you like this.

“You’re all mine,” he whispers, this is a side of Satoru even you haven’t seen, for every bit of him that’s possessive, psychotic, there is a vulnerability to him, to how he pouts just a bit. “Aren’t you all mine, baby?”

You can only nod, your throat too tight to form words – what would they even be at this point but begging, pleading, babbling? As his hips move, and you feel the tip of his cock against you – slick with your spit.

“Toru!”

“This cunt is mine,” he is lost in how goddamn good you feel, his tip catching that mess that’s dripping down your slick folds, over and over, watching you unravel beneath him. “These tits are mine.”

“Mnh!” Satoru’s bending down as he ruts his cock against your messy cunt,  sucking a perked up nipple into his hot, wet mouth and biting down just hard enough to make you gasp, teeth making sweet pain spread through your body.

“Mine, god I can’t wait for these to have milk, you’re done being a stubborn brat, being mean?”

“You’re…” He bites your nipple again, smirking.

“I’ll drink milk right from them,” he tilts his head, tongue long and filthy as it swirls right around, and you’re trembling, hands gripping him so tight, nails pressing into his biceps and leaving marks.

“Drink them!?”

“Fuck yes, mmm… baby will have to share.”

“I can’t with you,” you giggle and earn another bite, and a pretty glare. “You’re serious!”

“Very,” he leans back a bit, his eyes locking onto your exposed, glistening cunt, and he spits right on it with a long gossamer strand – a fucking filthy act, his saliva landing right on your clit. You jerk just a bit as he sighs, using his thumb to smear it around, mixing it with your own wetness that’s drooling out.

“You can’t j-just drink all the milk you weirdo, mnh!” He chuckles, looking at you and spreading your thigh high, propping your calf right on the back cushion.

“Gonna get you so full of me,” he mumbles, already drunk from you – as his tip hits your twitchy lil clit over and over, pulling back just before you can squirt. “Maybe I should punish you for running away.”

“Punish me?” Your eyes roll back when he pulls back, spitting on your cunt again. “Please…”

He lines himself up with your entrance, teasin’ it, just the head popping in only to pop right out, coated in your slick. You whine out desperately now, eyes all pretty, nails pressing harder. “No more running. No more pretending you don’t love me, no more thinking I don’t want only you.”

You swallow now, nervously, parting you lips as if to protest – but it’s as if he can read you like a fucking book.

“But tomorrow-”

“No buts,” he whispers, teasing you again, cupping you with his free hand, your face so small in his grip. “No arguing, you’re gonna be the good girl I know you can be, and let me breed you. Hmm?”

You bite down on your lower lip.

“Say it,” he whispers softly, breath ghosting your lips. “That you want me to breed your pretty pussy, that you wanna give me all those babies I deserve.”

Fuck it.

“I want it,” he whines out, pushing inside your slutty little pussy, bottoming out and stretching you – without the usual play, you’re utterly tight, feeling every fucking inch of him. “Ah! S-so deep I…”

“It’s all me, isn’t it baby? All me in your pretty head,” he is lost as you, your cunt isn’t all it is, your pretty face isn’t all it is – no, Satoru’s need is too much, he will never let you go.

If he has to chain you, he will.

He thinks you’ll probably love it.

“What’s going on in th-that mind, hmm?” You barely manage to whisper as he pounds his cock into you, as he rails you so hard you’re trembling, wondering at the flash of white teeth as he makes your hips jerk with every thrust.

“Do you really wanna know, teach?” He murmurs, slowing just a bit, the white hairs at the base of his cock grinding too perfectly against your little clit.

“Y-yes…. I wanna know…”

Your fucked out whisper is more than enough for him – Satoru didn’t care if you knew it all anymore, if you knew every insane thought he had.

“Wanna tie you up to my bed and never let you go,” your lips part as he grinds again, lifting your thigh higher and pressing it up, making you whine out pathetically. “Wanna lock you away and tell everyone you’re gone, that’s what. Keep you all to my fucking self.”

“You c-can’t…” You really should be scared, but you can’t be – not with that filthy pressure against you that has your toes curling, those heels tugged off by him and clattering to the floor.

“I won’t,” he corrects, smirking down at you. “But I want to, pretty teacher – I want to so fucking bad, I don’t want to share you.”

Your answers are soft whines as he presses the heel of your foot on his shoulder, kissing up your calf and watching the creamy ring form at the base of his cock, with a filthy squelch. “Toru…”

“You feel that? Feel how deep I am? Hah, look at me moving inside you,” Satoru’s irises are swallowed now, you can hardly see a little ring of blue left, the lighting flashing with his feral grin as he watches that bulge move in and out. “Eyes on me, what did I say?”

Your eyes immediately obey before your own damn mind can comprehend he’s ordering you too. “I feel you.”

“That’s where I’m gonna fill you all up,” his lips dart up your neck, tickling you as he folds you right in half. “Gonna paint your fucking walls with it.”

His words are filthy as fuck, but his kisses are reverent, those big hands just worshipping you in a way that makes you dizzy, needy for him. He’s reduced you to a babbling little mess beneath him as his balls smack your ass with a loud thwack, hitting it hard, the squelch of your messy hole sucking him in mixing with the blood that’s rushing in your ears.

He groans out softly, his eyes squeezing shut and fluttering all pretty with those snowy lashes for a moment as you feel him move inside you, before they lock back onto yours. They’re so blue it’s intense, almost glowing in the dim light of your living room, his laugh soft as his fingers leave bruises. “You’re gonna look so fucking pretty, all round and full of me.”

Your entire body heats up at the vision, the words he whispers like that, you can feel your orgasm about to hit, tight in your core with every drag of his tip on your spot. “Close, close! Mng… Satoru…” you whimper out – your nails pressing into his broad shoulders, making him suck in a breath.

“You’re close, hmm?” He whispers, letting his cock drag all slow in your walls, leaning over you, lips a breath away. “Wanna cum just for me?”

“Mhm!” Satoru leans up and reaches down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in tight, pretty little circles, shoving his cock in deep so it bruises your cervix, his skin glistening with sweat and the rain from outside. “Come on, then, sweetheart. Cum for me. Milk all of it out of me.”

Your back arches off the couch, whining out as that pleasure takes you over – pussy clamping right around him, pulsing and doing just that – milking his cock, gripping him so tight he whimpers.

“Fuck,” he moans out your name desperately, his hips jerky, the way he fucks you erratic now as your aftershocks hit him, his own seed flooding your pussy, white and puffy and hot in your walls.

“Toru!” You’re lost, kissing him desperately, letting his tongue glide along yours as he fills you so full it’s already leaking, he’s laughing softly, grinning like a psycho against your neck.

“You wanted to protect me from what, hmm? From having you forever, for having you be all mine?”

Your answer is a soft, desperate little sound, tears escaping your eyes. “I j-just wanted to…”

He bites your neck hard – teeth sinking enough to make you gasp as it breaks that tender skin. “This is the only thing I want. You – all full of me, carrying all my babies. Knew it when I first saw you in the fucking hall. Before that lecture, before you told me how good I did, hmm?”

You’re sniffling now, tears spilling at his intensity, as he presses little kisses all over your neck, your cheeks, lapping one up and moaning.

“Fuck you’re pretty like this,” he murmurs, pulling his messy cock out to watch that thick, white cum already starting to leak out of you, your own release coating him in gloss. “You’re cryin’ so fuckin’ pretty right now.”

“Weirdo,” you manage to mumble – but you love that shit, you love when he uses the swollen head of his cock to push it back in, filthy as he swipes it down to gather it all, pushing it right back in your hole.

“Ah!”

“Can’t waste a drop of all this,” he murmurs, fucking it right back into you, your thighs quivering as his hands slide up them, cunt already sore. “We’ve got a lot of work to do, sweetheart.”

“Work?” You mumble, incoherent almost from him.

“Mhm,” he smiles all cute and boyish, brushing his hair back like he’s not a deviant. “A lot of breeding to catch up on without those pills.”

“I swear…”

He just kisses you again, until you’re too fucked out to even know what fucking time it is, you lose track of it all when it’s the morning and he’s got you on the counter, kissing up your neck, so many loads inside you’re full. Satoru was not kidding when he said he had every plan to knock you up tonight, clearly, and you’ll just have to push that off for another day, too.

Because currently, you just wanna fucking give him anything.

*****

You spend an entire weekend with Satoru, getting fucked in any and every position the man can imagine, he’s not joking when he says he can fuck you all day – if it wasn’t for you being sore, the psycho could get hard again for you. You’re at his place on Sunday and you haven’t seen the light of fucking day, as if he’s already planning on keeping you all to himself, locked up like he ‘joked’ about’.

The morning light filters through his blinds when you wake up completely sore like you’ve worked out too damn hard, glittering light glowing against the floor in pretty gold. Satoru’s side of the bed is all rumpled, you can smell the scent of coffee, sighing as you stand, your sore ass legs crying out for help.

How many times could a thirty year old get folded in half!?

Satoru is standing, his broad shoulders and that strong back damn near making you wet again – as if you’re not already fucking dehydrated. He’s making a cup in the keurig when you walk over carefully, quietly, hugging him around the waist and making him chuckle just a bit.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” he teases, a hand coming to cover your wrists, as he looks back at you.

“Morning Toru…” You get emotional then.

This would all be over soon.

This bliss, the ease and the domesticity of it all would be over, and that thought hurts so bad you pull back, making him frown, turning to look at you and cupping your face.

“Sweetheart, what…”

“I don’t want it to end,” you admit, you’ve tried so hard to keep it together, to keep any semblance of normal through it all, but it’s all out of the window now, all gone – replaced with the way you need him. “I don’t.”

“It’s not ending,” he murmurs, seeing your pretty, glittery eyes – the ones he’s looked into every chance he could this weekend.

You think he’d let you go?

You think he’d ever let you go?

“Why do you think that, hmm?”

“Because, work tomorrow… your parents are gonna fucking kill me. Kill both of us, and I don’t want them taking your trust fund.”

He laughs.

He laughs.

You smack him.

“It’s not funny!” He swipes your tears and you smack him again. “I’m dead ass serious, Satoru.”

“Have some coffee, professor,” he walks over and puts just the right amount of cream and sugar, your fingertips brushing together. “I have just the solution for the trust fund issue, actually.”

“You do?” You take a sip of the hot coffee, sighing and fluttering your eyes shut at how good it feels on your tongue.

“Mhm,” he takes your free hand and touches your ring finger. “Future Mrs. Gojo."

He says it so casually, like he's commenting on the weather outside or the basketball game last night, watching your mouth open.

“What?”

“Mrs. Gojo!? That’s insane – and… and…”

“You wouldn’t marry me?” You hear it now, the worry – but that’s not fucking it – of course you would.

It’s the fact that they’d never accept you, that they’d give him shit, that-

“Answer me, now.”

His soft order has your eyes looking right up.

“Good girl,” you curse, thighs pressing together. “Don’t let that pretty professor brain think too much. Answer if you’d marry me.”

“Yes, I would,” you whisper now, sighing and shutting your eyes. “But-”

“Ah-ah,” he cuts you off, setting your cup down, barring you on either side, hands on the counter. “I found a special clause in my trust fund – I can get it before I’m twenty-five under two very archaic conditions.”

“Two conditions?” You ask, blinking a bit, seeing his smirk. “Marriage?”

“Mhm, and an heir,” his hand drifts to your tummy. “If I have both of those, I get it before – and I won’t run their dumb fucking company with it either.”

“You’re… not?” You’re so fucking proud of this psycho when he touches your cheek gently.

“I wanna be a professor like you,” your heart breaks, it melts for him – the way his fingers shake just a bit.

“Like me? You wanna be like me, Toru?” You whisper, voice broken, tears slipping from your eyes.

“Yeah, I wanna teach… I always thought there was no fucking point, but with you I just…” He kisses you softly now, sighing. “I wanna teach.”

“I’ve never been so fucking proud, god,” you smile tremulously now. “You wanna make a shitty professor pay?”

“And have shitty hours, be unappreciated, all that,” he teases back, smiling against your lips. “Have no personal life, bring my work home, care too much about my students.”

“So you wanna be me?”

“I do…” He frowns now. “Which means – as much as I wanna lock you up and never let you leave, tell everyone you died and hide you-”

“Satoru!”

“Sorry, aha,” he grins again, as if any of that was a joke, seeing your glare. “As much as I want that shit, and I hope to eventually have it. What better than being a Professor too? Right next to you, so we can be together, and I can make sure no one is hitting on my wife.”

“You’re utterly serious,” you blink rapidly, chest rising and falling. “You’d let me still teach then, hmm?”

“Well, part time. I need you having babies,” you snort a bit. “But yes, I’m willing to let you work since you want to, so goddamn bad – remember, the trust fund is enough neither of us ever have to, really.”

“I would love to teach next to you,” you whisper, hands slipping up his bare chest, shaking your head now. “I’m so proud of you, doing what you want – not what they do. Toru I really am.”

Fuck.

He can’t handle your praise, nothing has Satoru hard like that, and he knows your poor cunt is all beat up from him, he turns you toward that counter, gripping you under your chin, pressing his cock right against the small of your back. You whine out, head falling back, letting him tug you hard, arching your back just for him.

“Your praise is making me leak so much pre, fuck,” you laugh a bit at that, shaking your head as he grips your chin. “It does, you have no idea.”

“My pussy hurts!”

“I could fuck your thighs,” he teases, the thoughts have you biting down on your lower lip. “You’d like that, hmm?”

“Get to the real question, how do we just… get married? They’ll hate that idea and the rest of the semester?”

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, sliding the big shirt of his you’re wearing up, tugging it high in a knot as he slips his cock from his boxers, you gasp when you feel the sticky cum against your inner thigh. “They’ll keep it quiet, all of it – we’ll reveal we’re together later next semester.”

“B-but you… they’ll…”

“A rumor or two? You won’t worry about that when you’re filthy rich, will you baby? When you’re covered in diamonds and everything I can buy you – fuck your thighs are so soft,” he’s gasping out as he feels them now, pressing on either side of his thick length. “God you are perfect, slutty pussy drippin’ already.”

“Toru!” You’re aching as his tip presses just enough against your clit to make you whine, his shaft gliding between puffy, abused folds as he wraps his other bicep around your waist, lips moving messy up your neck.

“Marry me, pretty professor,” he whispers.

“While you’re fucking my thighs, you’re proposing!?”

“Yes!?”

“God,” he’s slipping faster, gliding through the mess as he pictures it all – you pregnant, married to him, getting to kiss you in every hall, getting to tell his parents to get fucked. With you. “Marry me, pretty please?”

“You can’t act cute mid thigh f-fucking,” he pouts against your skin, and you’re trembling, your hands gripping the counter tightly, every stroke between your thighs pushing you closer. “You wanna marry me? Are you…”

“Yes, god yes – only you f’me,” he mumbles, all pussy drunk as he moves, as his hips snap against the curve of your ass, gripping you harder, using your thighs and your body like you are his little doll. “Just you, fuck just say yes… lettin’ you work and shit, hmm?”

“S-so generous,” you giggle but it’s cut off when his tip hits your twitchy clit, the one he’d sucked and hummed on last night till you squirted all over his face. “Yes, I’ll marry you, but… they’ll be so-”

“Let me handle them for you,” he whispers, even closer as his tip catches your clit again, feeling you gush as he glides once more, he can tell you’re about to squirt all over him. “I’ll take care of it all, sweetheart. Gonna be mine, all mine, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you are done for, a drooling mess as Satoru fucks your inner thighs faster, the plush of them slick from you and his own sticky pre, nails now pressing into his forearms. “Yours, yours…”

Satoru cries out, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent, before lifting your thigh, having you gasp. “I’m cummin’ inside, can’t waste any.”

“You freak,” you want it though, when he slams into your hole with ease from how wet you are, pumping your pussy full and pulsing inside you, gasping out your name. “What I can’t s-swallow either?”

“Not til you’re knocked – ah – up,” you feel so good he’s shaking, leaning his heavy weight and pressing you against the counter. “Mmm… then you can again, when I get you pregnant.”

“So generous,” you’re shaking when he pulls back, letting him turn you to him, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. “I’m nervous, Toru. How they’ll take this and… what, do we go get married immediately?”

“I have someone that can next week if you want, but yes… it’d have to be quickly, but I’ll give them some of my time as a CEO, to keep them happy enough. To protect you, okay?” You nod quickly, still shaky as he’s dripping out of you. “You focus on being pretty and pumped full of cum.”

Satoru is insane but god if you don’t fucking love him.

*****

“So, you two actually came,” his parents say that next week in their office, as Satoru shuts the door behind you, a hand on your waist. His parents had gone to Paris for a time thankfully, leaving you and Satoru with just enough time to let that marriage license go long enough.

Oh, and enough time for Satoru to knock you up.

Yep – you’re pregnant, but you think that he may have gotten you while you were still on the pill with the timing of it all.

Little shit was so happy – he even let you swallow his cum as a reward for being so good and breedable for him. The memories of just that had you pressing your thighs together. Keeping it all under wraps and acting normal was pure torture, but the stress of meeting with his imposing parents was enough to make your tummy flip, to turn into knots.

Yet he didn’t move his hand from your waist.

Satoru was serious, and in this case he was no young twenty two year old boy – he was a whole fucking man in a business suit in front of his parents, his lips quirking right up as he studies them. His dad in his big seat in the Dean’s office, his mom sitting on the desk with her legs crossed at the ankles.

“Hey pops, hey mom,” he greets all friendly, you almost snort just a bit. “Have a good time?”

“Looks like you sure did.”

“I did in fact,” his hand tugs you even closer, and your cheeks heat up, heart hammering in your chest. “I’ve been real busy these past couple weeks, actually. There’s so much to catch you all up on.”

“Oh really, I can see,” his dad says, annoyance dripping on his lips. “And just what is this spectacle, hmm? You want her career over? You want your trust fund to be-”

“That’s just the thing – you wrote this cute lil clause in there with your lawyer, if I’m married with an heir, I get it early,” his parents visibly pale.

Maybe they didn’t think Satoru was that insane.

But no, he is.

“So turns out…” He grins now. “Already got the heir on the way, and I’m getting married – don’t worry, it’s a private affair, no need to come.”

“Gojo are you-”

“Very, very serious,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum – not teasing, but also not letting his parents down him. And in that moment you’re even prouder of your clearly psychotic, borderline… fiance? You think he’s a fiance already, yes.

You are proud of him.

But you’re also terrified and overwhelmed, especially when his hand is right over your tummy, and their brows are raised.

Could it really all work out somehow?

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Ex HusbandKuna x f!reader

One year after your divorce, you runs into your ex husband at a friend's birthday party. Neither of you expected to see each other again, and neither of you had prepared for the memories that come with it.

You and Sukuna had been married for three beautiful years, a time when your life felt completely over the moon. It was happy, peaceful, and everything you had ever wished for. In those early stages, you both thoroughly enjoyed your lives together. You went on endless dates and had sex in every location you could possibly think of.

Even on the kitchen counter and yeah even public bathroom, you never regret any of that.

That was your life with Sukuna laughing until your stomach physically hurt, sitting lazily on his lap, and watching cheesy romantic comedies. Even though he always complained that they were so boring and dramatic, you both had watched 'She’s the Man' at least six times, and he always watched it with full interest just because you were there.

He was a good man. Even though others constantly portrayed him as an arrogant asshole with an ego as high as the Burj Khalifa, or a ruthless bastard who would beat the shit out of anyone for looking at him wrong, he was never that way with you.

With you, he was something entirely different. He was the only person who made you feel completely safe in his arms. You loved spending every second with him. You and Sukuna genuinely couldn't live without each other, and he was always more than proud to admit it. He was a busy man and so were you. you worked long hours at the hospital, and he was a highly successful architect, but the dates and the effortless romance were always a priority. He would patiently paint your nails while you talked his ear off about the latest hospital gossip or a new show you were watching. And he always listened. He truly did.

If you ever felt sick, he was right there. He would immediately take a day off work just to look after you, because you were his. His sweet girl.

The age gap between you was just two years. You had initially met in high school as bitter enemies who absolutely couldn't stand the sight of each other, only to end up as husband and wife who couldn't bear to be apart.

When you turned twenty nine, you got pregnant, and Sukuna was absolutely over the world. He was so happy. He always found a way to hold your growing baby bump, gently squeezing it and kissing your skin, loving you even more with each passing day.

One afternoon, while you were standing in the kitchen making tea, Sukuna wrapped his arms around you from behind. He placed both of his large, rough hands over the small baby bump that was still growing. "I bet it's going to be a girl" he murmured gently, pressing soft, warm kisses against your neck.

Both of you simply wanted a healthy, fit child. the gender never truly mattered. Sukuna built and prepared the nursery entirely by himself. You both decorated it or rather, you sat comfortably in a chair and gave directions while Sukuna did all the hard labor, because he refused to let you lift a single finger.

Life was perfect. It was just like a fairy tale.

But fairy tales only exist in movies and books, not in real life.

You miscarried. You were driving home from the hospital after a long shift. Sukuna had called and told you to wait at the hospital until he could come pick you up, but you had refused. You told him that you had your own car, and that there was no point in him making the extra trip.

If only you had waited that day, maybe things would have turned out differently. The horrific car crash happened too fast, right in front of your eyes. A massive truck slammed directly into your vehicle with enough force to kill you, and a part of you deeply wished it had. At least then you wouldn't have had to live through the agony of losing your baby girl. It was a girl. You were seven months pregnant, and the doctors had to cut your stomach open in an emergency procedure just to take the lifeless infant out.

That loss completely broke both you and Sukuna. You fell into a deep, suffocating depression. Sukuna stopped working entirely for a solid month just to remain by your side, pulling you through every violent nightmare and every painful bout of crying.

He supported you constantly, even though he was losing himself, too. He had lost his daughter, and he had nearly lost his wife.

But your severe depression eventually led to you getting constantly annoyed over the smallest things. You started making wild, baseless accusations, claiming Sukuna was cheating on you. Deep down, you felt absolutely pathetic, but you couldn't stop. Sukuna never snapped back. he understood the immense trauma you were carrying. It went on like that for a year you constantly ignored him or showed him a terrible attitude over nothing. He was getting tired. Not tired of you he could never be tired of you. but completely exhausted by the toxic wall you had built between you.

And when he finally sighed one evening and told you to stop acting like a bitch, you completely lost it.

"Oh?! So I am the bitch?!" you had yelled at the top of your lungs, tears streaming down your face. "Really? Fuck you, Sukuna! I fucking wish I never married you! I fucking hate you!"

He never answered. He just stood there, glaring at you with a deeply broken expression before he turned and left the house.

After that night, he started drinking heavily and smoking even more. Everything came to a sudden, crashing end far too quickly. You moved out of the shared house, refusing to take a single dime of alimony because you didn't want anything from him. And just like that, after a quick and quiet divorce, it was completely over.

Now, a year later, you stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down a beautiful, elegant baby blue silk dress. It was completely backless, making you look incredibly chic and sophisticated. Your hair was tied up into a perfectly styled messy bun, your makeup was done effortlessly, and you wore expensive, elegant heels.

You walked toward the large house where Shoko's twin babies were celebrating their first birthday. You felt genuinely happy for her. Maybe a tiny, subconscious part of you felt a slight sting of jealousy seeing your friends move forward with their families, but you were genuinely thrilled for them. Your own love life was alright. you dated on and off, having casual sex whenever you felt the need for physical affection. Mostly, you spent your days shopping and treating yourself, because you deserved it.

You had been consistently going to therapy ever since the tragedy, and it was helping.

Taking a deep, steady breath just like your therapist had taught you to do you prepared to knock on the front door. But you quickly realized it was useless, as the loud sounds of laughter and chatter were echoing from the backyard. Shoko and her husband, Suguru, had rented this beautiful, massive estate for a week to celebrate. They were such a wonderful couple.

Holding the beautifully wrapped gift bags tightly in your hands, you walked around the side of the house toward the backyard. The spacious lawn was packed with people, covered in colorful clusters of balloons, and centered around a massive table loaded with delicious food. At least you knew you could enjoy the catering.

You walked gently over to Shoko, who was currently holding one of the twins. You didn't look around the crowd too much, not caring to see who else was there, since you had cut off most of your old social circle after the divorce.

"Oh my god! Look who's here! Auntie is looking so pretty!" Shoko cooed in a sweet baby voice, rocking the infant in her arms.

You giggled softly, walking right up to them to press a loud, loving kiss against the baby girl's chubby cheek. "Muah! My beautiful baby girl is getting so big! Where is the other one?" you asked, hugging Shoko tightly and kissing her cheek.

"Thanks, bitch! The other one just completely shit herself, you know how it is," Shoko laughed, rolling her eyes. "Suguru is upstairs changing her diaper right now. By the way, you are absolutely glowing!"

You smiled gently. "Thank you, Sho, Motherhood definitely suits you, but for God Sake stop cursing in front of this cutie pie." You leaned down to kiss little Lily again, and she gave you a wide, gummy smile that completely melted your heart.

"Alright, alright, whatever the Boss says" Shoko winked playfully. "Anyway, Suguru invited a ton of hot men today, so if you're looking to find a good one, keep your eyes open."

You shook your head, laughing softly at her antics. "Sure, Sho. Here, take the gifts. And I think this little one needs a diaper change now, too." you added, pointing at the telltale smell suddenly drifting from Lily.

Shoko made a comical, disgusted face. She quickly grabbed the bags, blew you a kiss, and hurried off toward the house.

Left alone, you felt a sudden wave of boredom. You recognized a few familiar faces in the crowd, but every single one of them was wrapped up with their partners and their children. Deciding to skip the awkward small talk, you headed inside the main house to use the restroom.

As you stepped through the back doors, you could hear Suguru and Shoko playfully bickering over the diaper changes in the next room, making you chuckle softly.

"Hey, Y/N! How are you? It's been a while!" Suguru called out warmly, spotting you near the hallway.

"I'm doing really well, Suguru. What about you?" you called back, pausing by the stairs.

"Just trying to adjust to fatherhood," he said with a friendly, tired smile. "Go ahead and enjoy yourself today!"

You nodded appreciatively and began walking upstairs, adjusting the silk of your dress. The blue fabric flowed elegantly with every step, clinging beautifully to your curves. You stared at the various doors in the upper hallway, wondering what kind of massive estate Shoko had actually rented. There were so many rooms, and absolutely none of them had a bathroom sign on them.

Sighing, you opened a random door just to see if it was a restroom, closing it behind you when you realized it was just a simple bedroom. Turning around to leave, you felt someone turn the doorknob from the other side at the exact same time. The door swung open abruptly, catching you off guard. In the sudden movement, one of your expensive earrings slipped from your earlobe and clattered to the floor.

"Tsk! Stupid" you muttered under your breath, immediately bending down to retrieve it.

But before your fingers could touch the jewelry, another hand reached down and picked it up. Your entire life completely stopped. Your breath caught in your throat. You could forget almost anything in this world, but you could never, ever forget those large, rough, heavily tattooed hands.

"Here" Sukuna said lazily.

As he held the earring out, his sharp gaze finally met yours, and he froze completely. He had just been wandering the halls looking for a bathroom to take a quick piss, casually opening doors, and now he deeply regretted it.

You were standing right there in front of him, looking absolutely beautiful out of this world beautiful. How long had it been? A year? Maybe even longer since he had last seen your face. He had tried asking Suguru about how you were doing a few times, but their mutual friends had never given him much information.

You quickly snatched the earring from his rough palm, your fingers trembling slightly as you tried to clip it back onto your ear. He stood directly in the doorway, his massive frame making it incredibly hard for you to move or slide past him.

"Excuse me" you murmured sharply, keeping your eyes trained on your hands as you struggled with the jewelry.

"Y/n?" he finally spoke.

His voice was just as rough and deep as you remembered. He still smelled exactly the same a distinct blend of expensive cologne and heavy cigarette smoke, a scent you used to love so much. He was wearing a crisp white button down shirt and navy blue trousers, making him look exceptionally handsome and sharp.

"Yeah?" you replied, firmly avoiding eye contact.

"...How have you been?" he asked quietly.

His eyes had softened. They had actually softened in a way that showed he deeply, genuinely cared about the answer. Because he did.

You took a deep, grounding breath, exactly the way your therapist had instructed you to do during moments of high stress. Finally finding the courage, you lifted your chin and met his gaze. The moment your eyes locked, a crushing wave of old memories flashed through your mind, threatening to tear down your composure.

You cleared your throat, forcing your voice to remain steady. "I am good. really well, actually. What about you?"

You began to step forward, intending to finally walk past him now that he had moved slightly to the side. But as you stepped out into the hallway, his long strides fell right into alignment with yours, walking beside you.

"fine" he muttered, looking straight ahead. "I didn't know you were going to be here today."

"I didn't know you'd be here either" you replied, a slight edge to your tone.

"I'm surprised you even came, considering you've been completely ghosting all of our mutual friends." He said making you annoyed

"I haven't been ghosting Shoko," you defended yourself softly. "And why wouldn't I come?"

"Whatever" He muttered, a familiar spark of annoyance rising in your chest.

Sukuna let out a quiet sigh, his eyes lingering on your profile for a brief second. "You look..nice, Y/n. You're glowing. Life has been treating you right, I guess."

"Yeah, it has" you lied smoothly, keeping your chin held high.

"Alright then. See you around," he murmured. He stopped walking, turning back toward the stairs to head down to the party.

You paused for a split second, staring at his retreating back. The heavy, deliberate way he walked, the sharp clench of his jaw every single detail violently reminded you of the old times. Of the life you used to have.

When you finally made your way down to the backyard, your eyes immediately caught sight of Shoko’s mother. You had always deeply disliked that woman. You could never fully pin down why, but she had never liked you either perhaps out of some strange, deep-seated jealousy or bitterness you could never understand.

Your eyes instinctively began scanning the crowded yard, searching for Sukuna. You immediately hated yourself for doing it. But when you finally located him across the lawn, you realized he was already staring directly at you. The moment your eyes met, he sharply snapped his head away, pretending to look at something else.

Eventually, it was time for the highlight of the party. Shoko and Suguru stood behind a massive cake, holding little Lily and Liana as the babies bubbled, babbled, and screamed happily. Everyone gathered around the long banquet table to eat and celebrate. The atmosphere was filled with loud laughter and the clinking of glasses.

By total twist of fate, you found yourself seated right in the middle of Kenjaku and an older lady who was eating her food like a pig. Directly across the table, sitting right in front of you, was Sukuna. Beside him sat Shoko's mother and Suguru.

The conversations flowed effortlessly across the table, with various guests sharing funny stories from high school, talking about work, and discussing life.

Until Shoko's mother loudly cleared her throat, capturing the attention of the table. "I truly think that being a mother is a gift," she announced pompously. "Not every woman possesses the ability or the grace to have that."

Shoko rolled her eyes hard but chose not to say anything, wanting to keep the peace. You let out a quiet, sarcastic chuckle, catching the way Suguru practically gagged into his drink at his mother-in-law's words.

"And I am just so incredibly happy that my sweet Shoko is such a great mother" the older woman continued loudly, turning to face the other elderly ladies at the table with a huge, boastful smile. "She handles the entire house and two babies perfectly."

You set your fork down, a small, calm smile playing on your lips. "Motherhood is beautiful, certainly" you countered smoothly. "But I think not everyone deserves to have that blessing. I've seen some of the worst people have children, only for those poor kids to end up with severe mental health problems because of their parents."

"Of course, of course!" Shoko's mother let out a loud, forced laugh, clearly displeased at being challenged.

Across the table, Sukuna let out a rough scoff. He grabbed a fresh bottle of beer, taking a long sip before casually pouring more alcohol into the cups of the guests sitting near him. His sharp eyes shifted up, locking onto you as if silently asking if you needed a drink or if you were doing alright. You simply shook your head subtly, looking away from him.

Shoko's mother narrowed her eyes, her gaze landing squarely on you. The sweet, fake smile on her face turned incredibly malicious.

"Didn't you have a miscarriage, Y/n?" she asked loudly, her voice cutting through the chatter of the table.

Your entire body went completely still. The ambient noise of the party seemed to vanish instantly. Across the table, Sukuna’s hand froze dead in mid air, his beer glass halting just inches from his lips.

Shoko’s head snapped toward her mother, her face contorting into an absolute fury as she threw her a deadly glare. "Mom!, stop--"

You swallowed the sudden lump of ice in your throat, forcing yourself to take a slow breath. "Uhm, yeah. Unfortunately, I did" you replied softly, your voice trembling slightly. A few of the older women sitting nearby immediately began murmuring softly, trying to show genuine empathy and comfort toward you to smooth over the tension.

But Shoko’s mother wasn't finished. She let out a soft, dismissive hum, leaning forward onto the table. "Well, have you ever considered that perhaps God took your child away from you because He knew you wouldn't be a good mother? Whatever happens, happens for a good reason. Maybe that kid was just supposed to die now or later anyway—"

Before the horrific sentence could even fully leave her mouth, Sukuna was on his feet.

It didn't take him a single second. With an explosive, terrifying speed, his fist flew across the table, punching Shoko’s mother squarely in the face.

The heavy wood of the table rattled as the woman went flying backward out of her chair, crashing hard into the grass. The entire backyard erupted into absolute chaos and screaming.

"You fucking hag!" Shoko’s father roared in shock, rushing forward to violently push Sukuna away.

But Sukuna wasn't having a single piece of it. He was completely out of his mind with pure, unadulterated rage. He lunged forward again, his massive fists throwing punch after punch, completely blind to the world around him. You stood up from your chair, frozen in absolute shock, entirely overwhelmed as the screams of the guests echoed in your ears.

"And I think God thinks your fucking time has come, and that you don't deserve to live in this world anymore! How about that, huh?!" Sukuna roared, his deep voice vibrating with an terrifying, animalistic fury. "Talk about my girl like that again Idare you!-- Fucking let me go! I am going to kill this fucking hag!"

Suguru, Kenjaku, and three other men had to throw their entire weight against Sukuna, desperately pinning his arms and dragging him backward to keep him from completely destroying the older woman.

Sukuna was breathing heavily, his white shirt slightly torn as he was finally forced out of the backyard and away from the party. The celebration was entirely ruined. someone was already franticly calling an ambulance for the bleeding woman on the grass.

Your vision blurred completely as heavy tears finally spilled over your eyelashes. You couldn't believe someone could be so cruel, to say something so deeply monstrous to you about the daughter you had lost.

In a daze, you quickly wiped at your wet cheeks, walking as fast as your heels could carry you away from the chaotic house and out toward the front driveway.

As you reached the quiet street, you spotted him.

Sukuna was leaning heavily against his motorcycle, a lit cigarette pressed between his lips. His knuckles were bruised and stained with blood, his chest still heaving with residual adrenaline. As the sound of your heels clicked against the asphalt, his sharp eyes lifted, locking directly onto yours.

Seeing the sheer, protective fury still lingering in his gaze the same man who had just risked everything to defend your honor, had made completely broke down. You burst into violent, heavy tears right there on the pavement.

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the point of no return

scene one: think of me | previous | chapter index

can you betray the man who once inspired your voice?

synopsis: you were just a dancer with bigger dreams before he came along. the voice in the dark. the man without a face. but you may have bit off more than you could bargain for when he comes to claim who he's made you into.

pairing: phantom!Sukuna x f!reader x bsf!Gojo

content: mdni, fluff and plot, heavily inspired by phantom of the opera, but more of a modern au where we will not exactly be following the original plot so there WILL be deviations, YANDERE SUKUNA !!, childhood best friend gojo (inspired by Raoul), pining, yearning, anxious reader, gojo already wants her bad

"Did you know they say this opera house is haunted?"

Gojo rolled his eyes as he fixed his cuffs, throwing an annoyed look over at the old idiot that dragged him here. Claiming it was part of his duty as a clan heir to show support to the arts, keeping up a public image they had worked so hard to craft. When really all they cared about was lining the pockets of one of their friends.

Painting him out to be some benevolent billionaire benefactor as if he had done anything other than accept his parent's fortune after they passed.

Of course he tried to do right.

Started community service programs and donated as much as he could without drawing their attention. But most days, he quite frankly felt useless.

A boring future ahead of him filled with events like this where he could only grin and bear the pretentious conversations from people who only ever wanted something from him.

He knew he shouldn't complain.

That anyone would trade places with him in half a second.

But he couldn't stop himself from craving something bigger. From aching for more than just empty smiles and endless days that droned on.

"We're actually sitting in the opera ghost's box," someone else chuckled, and Gojo resisted the urge to scowl. To focus on the show starting, reclining back in his chair as he tuned out the snickering of his haughty guests whispering about this opera ghost.

Was this supposed to be some shitty spooky story intended to scare him?

To mock him for not knowing the history of this place after they forced him to attend?

The colorful stage ahead was well-crafted, the dancers doing some delicate choreography on stage, but he kept glancing down at his watch, checking the time and counting down the minutes until he could return home until he heard something that made his heart stutter and stall.

Snapping up to look towards the stage, spine going stiff as his shoulders tensed, a clear voice ringing out and cutting through all the idiotic chatter.

Gojo leaned forward in his chair, damn near falling out of it while his chest strained with the quick beating of his heart, his sharp stare confirming exactly what he suspected.

It was you.

Standing there in the center of the stage, holding out your hands out and dazzling in a beautiful dress - although it didn't appear to completely fit you from where he was sitting.

Gojo was fairly certain he'd never caught so much as a glimpse of someone so beautiful.

The glitter in your hair catching the light, how it reflected in your eyes, your voice making his heart soar and swing with every note. You were magic.

A wish come true.

He never thought he'd see you again. Lost to time and distance despite the resources he'd spent trying to to find you for just a few fleeting seconds of conversation.

The girl that had once held his heart in your small hands, a simple childhood crush that lived on in his memory, of a handful of summers long ago where you were playmates. Running through fields and sneaking off to play house, pretending to be husband and wife before his clan caught on to his antics and stopped letting him leave the estate unsupervised.

Still, Gojo had gotten to take you on a date. The clumsy kind where he had stolen food from the kitchen and stuffed it in a bag, setting up a picnic for you as the sun set on the horizon.

He tried to find you when he turned eighteen. Actually, pretty much the second he got a phone. But the closest he'd come was finding your family's obituary a few years ago, his heart stalling at the idea of you being on your own.

But despite his efforts, he'd never been able

And here you were. Singing on a stage in front of thousands of people.

To think he hadn't even planned on coming to this show. It was probably the first time he had to be grateful for the practically ancient clan members forcing him to fulfill his duties.

But this had to be fate.

The universe handing you back to him on a shiny silver platter.

Who was he to deny the sweetest taste he'd ever been served?

He was enraptured.

Listening to every note that left your lips, holding his breath as he shut out the whispers of the men around him who had clearly picked up at his sudden interest in the show.

But he refused to pay them any mind. Not when he finally had you in front of him after so long.

It wasn't like he hadn't met other women since you. But he hadn't felt anything with them. No spark. No connection.

No magical feeling like everything in the world suddenly made sense the second he saw them.

"What do you think?" Someone asked him, but he didn't even look over to see who it was.

Just sucking in a sharp breath as he murmured, "She's fantastic."

"She's actually the understudy, our lead-"

Gojo had already shut out his rambling, refusing to miss so much as a line from you. He didn't even bother looking down at his watch for the rest of the performance, knee bouncing up-and-down impatiently during the intermission and all the bits that you weren't in, attention solely devoted into studying this new you he couldn't wait to get to know.

God, he had no fucking clue what he'd do if you weren't single.

Wait a few more years and hope from the opera house box that you would eventually see him as someone that could be a part of your future instead of your past?

It was torture to just sit there and suffer through his brain looping through all the different ways you might react to him, terrified that he'd approach you only for you to tilt your pretty head to the side and tell him that you couldn't recall him.

Half out of his seat the second the cast started taking bows, glancing around at the men accompanying him, trying to weigh which one would be the most helpful when they were all usually useless.

"Gojo, what are you-"

"I have to speak to her," he breathed, the lump in his throat bobbing hard as he looked back down at the stage to see you taking your final bow.

"Someone has a crush," one of the men snickered behind him, but all it took was a single scowl to shut him up.

"I know her," he muttered. Knew you. "We were chidhood friends."

The same one mumbled under his breath that he didn't know he had friends, but it was the man who asked what he thought who stood up too.

He belatedly recognized him as the owner, someone whose hand he'd been instructed to shake before the show started. His initial impression that he only had dollar signs in his eyes seemed to be confirmed at how eagerly he began to gesture towards the closed curtains.

"I would love to arrange a chat for you two then," he happily insisted.

Probably already imagining how much more funding he might receive if the head of the Gojo clan was seeing one of their stars. Still, he couldn't bring himself to care when he was nervously following him through the narrow corridors and winding halls down to the backstage area, plucking a rose from a passing flower arrangement and wishing he'd brought flowers as he pictured your face receiving them.

Next time, he would be waiting for you with the biggest bouquet he could find, ready to woo and impress you with his wealth now that he was no longer a boy who stuttered over every word exchanged with you.

"How long has it been since you've seen her?" His new acquaintance inquired, and he was counting the years in his head, mourning each one he missed with you.

"Too long," he mumbled, unable to hide the nervous tone to his voice as he rounded the corner - and you were there.

In the flesh. A few feet away.

Pulling off parts of your dress, your chest heaving hard as you were followed closely by a fellow dancer and another woman, both of them trying to get you to stay, to offer congratulations that you didn't even seem to hear.

Your eyes were all hazy, a thin sheen of sweat sticking to your forehead as you hurried, but before you could slip away, flee and fizzle out into another fickle memory, Gojo was rushing over and impulsively grabbing your forearm.

He started to say your name before you had even twisted around, but the grating voice of his companion cut through all the commotion.

"Miss, one of our sponsors is here to see you, I think you may already know him," he began, and Gojo saw the confusion twisting up your face through the stage makeup they must have spent nearly an hour applying.

And then you saw him too.

Your eyes widening in an instant, eyebrows arching up as that beautiful mouth of yours parted in pure disbelief.

"I was worried you wouldn't remember me," Gojo grinned, letting go of your arm to properly present the rose he'd stolen, drinking up every detail of your face.

"I-I-" You struggled for a reply, and for some reason, he found himself almost flattered by it, his chest puffing out as he hoped you couldn't see through the persona he was putting on.

"You've grown up quite well," he complimented, as if he wasn't about to make himself cringe with how hard he was trying to impress you.

"You too," you finally said, your stunned stare finally drifting from his face to the flower in his hand. You didn't reach out to take it though, hesitating as you looked over your shoulder before he impatiently pushed the stem into your palm.

"You were brilliant out there," he added, feeling more awkward than he anticipated when your attention returned to him, all the confidence draining out of him until your lips curled up into a small smile.

"Do you really think so?" You asked, your eyeshadow glittering and catching the lights as you looked up.

"I'd like to take you out to eat after this and tell you how much I loved it," Gojo smoothly offered, feeling awfully proud of himself for putting it out there.

Your face lit up, but as fast as it happened, it faded again, anxiety gleaming in your eyes as you chewed on your lower lip.

"Could you wait for me?" You asked, glancing down at yourself as you held your breath.

"Of course," he eagerly nodded, already thinking of what was still open, where he could take you - imagining the night ending with you back in his penthouse, of you sprawled in his sheets or sleeping soundly on his couch.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," you spoke so much softer now, but he wasn't sure if you were just struggling with nerves from the show or if you were simply more shy than you used to be.

"I'll be here," Gojo promised.

He would wait as long as it took.

What was a handful more minutes after so many years?

He watched the other ensemble members scurrying around, starting to realize a lot of them were just as skittish as you seemed to be. Always looking over their shoulder and scampering around quickly, refusing to linger too long in one place.

The owner had stuck around though, taking the opportunity to try and convince him to come back for the next show, dismissively mumbling about what a mess this foolishness with the opera ghost was making. Five minutes passed. Then fifteen.

And by the time thirty minutes had gone by, Gojo found himself pulling aside the dancer he'd seen speaking to you before he interrupted, asking if she could go check on you.

You had looked a little flushed.

Perhaps you passed out? Maybe got stuck in a piece of your costume and needed assistance getting out?

He didn't expect her to come back a few minutes later, her face pale and hands trembling as she gestured wildly behind her.

"S-she's gone," she stammered, fear etched into every feature of her face. "The opera ghost took her."

a/n: did it take me a year...yes...did i finally lock in and write it...yes

div cr: @/bronzewasp

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TRICKS AND TREASURES

pairing: dragon!sukuna x adventurer!reader

mdni. crack lowk. implied captivity.

When everyone whispered of the big, scary dragon hoarding a sacred treasure in some secret cavern, you thought he’d be, well, a dragon.

Not just some ridiculously buff guy with thick, scaled wings and a tail sleeping on a pile of gold and gems like it was a bed.

Pink hair sticking up in every direction as he snoozed, muscles standing out on his toned, tattooed chest as it slowly rose and fell with loud snores. Or maybe they were markings, inky black and striped across his skin as his pink scaled tail thwapped against the floor, sending coins rolling across the stone floor.

You crept closer, more out of curiosity than anything else, holding your own breath as you squinted at his broad frame, trying to pinpoint how deeply he was dozing. You were fairly experienced as an adventurer, had plenty of expeditions under your belt where you fought beasts and monsters and occasionally even men.

Unfortunately, you weren't sure which category to put him in.

He was actually pretty hot. The sort of man you would approach at the tavern and try to convince to purchase you a pitcher of ale to share. Strong features, all toned and tan, the kind of jaw you could daydream about leaving love bites over.

But your experience was screaming at you that you were making a mistake here.

Your sword hung heavy by your side, still sheathed, your hand on the hilt while you debated on what you should do. You'd come here today expecting to slay a dragon. To chop off his head and collect a reward for it as well as claim your own share of his treasure.

For a moment, you debated on turning your back. Bolting before his slumber could end, maybe taking a few days to think over a new plan - but before you could so much as step back, his head snapped up.

Dark red eyes immediately locking onto yours, accusation burning in them as your grip tightened on your weapon, ready to wield it if he attacked.

"How did a mouse scurry in here?" He half-croaked, his loud voice coming out all gravelly as it ripped through your ears.

"I'm not a mouse," you argued, aggravated by the insult enough to huff despite the obvious danger you were currently in.

"What should I see you as then? A pest? Or a meal?" he dryly commented, brows narrowing as he blinked the sleep away from his stare, studying you with far more scrutiny than you would like.

You had felt his aura the moment you stepped inside his cave. The energy that pulsed around him and threatened to swallow you up. But now that he was awake, it was hard to even breathe in it, choking on the intense tension in the air. A crackling charge hanging between you, ready to ignite with a single movement.

Of all the monsters you faced before, you had more than just a sneaking suspicion this was the one you were outmatched against.

"I-I was just leaving," you stuttered, giving up on the gleaming gold, even though the idea of losing out on that much money put a huge fucking lump in the middle of your throat.

"It gets lonely up here," he sarcastically hummed, taunting you as he saw through your petty promise.

He knew why you were here. Knew that you were no different than a common burglar. One that snuck into his home with the intention to steal.

"I should still go," you mumbled, shaking your head slowly. He was standing now, his full height on display as you tried not to let your stare linger at the sight of his nude body. Or the two cocks currently getting harder by the second, or the way his swollen tips were leaking onto a particularly shiny diamond beneath his feet.

"Did I say you could?" He cocked his head to the side, and despite stepping back, you found yourself stopped.

The tail that had been just resting on the ground seconds ago suddenly wrapped around your legs, binding you in one place as he crudely chuckled at the scent of your fear.

"I've always wanted to add a thief to my treasure trove."

part of this event <3

div cr: @/tsumiinum

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fool's bargain

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ pairing: jester!gojo x jestress!reader

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ mdni. fluff/angst. reader hates him. bet trope.

You were used to being a joke.

Face smeared with makeup, hair done up as you made a fool of yourself in front of the noble court. Bowing down deep and low, letting them mock you when you knew the only other alternative you had was probably a position as the court harlot.

You used to try harder. To make quick-witted remarks, sharp tongue ready to slip in a sly retort as you entertained the people you were paid to keep preoccupied. But they were too dull minded for that, refusing to pick up on your jokes when they came from a woman's mouth - although that didn't stop them from roaring with laughter when your fellow jester just repeated what you said.

Because of course, when it came from his lips, it was the funniest thing they ever heard.

God, you couldn't fucking stand Gojo.

He was worse than all of them combined.

No better than a common thief, snatching your best material and echoing them to the amusement of the crowd, earning their spare coins as tips while you scraped by with the meager base salary you made.

It was why you had resorted to this demeaning spectacle. Acting like the idiot you thought they were and batting your lashes to discover that you did make more when they thought you were being put in your place.

Perhaps it was time for a new profession.

A tavern maid, maybe? Baking bread or running errands for a merchant's guild? Surely, somewhere in the village below was hiring.

You didn't know how much longer you'd last pretending to be a brainless idiot prancing around a banquet before you'd jump off the nearest balcony.

"How did you do tonight?" Gojo grinned at you once it was over, sneakily sliding up to your side as you dipped out of the hall, cocking his head to the side.

You hated him for still being attractive under his own makeup. For wearing his hat all crooked and cute and revealing a sliver of his stark-white hair beneath it, blue eyes burning into you as he batted long lashes your way.

Squinting at him accusingly before turning away, refusing to acknowledge him with a sharp sigh.

Ignoring him was still easier said than done.

Especially when he was so...undeterred. Rambling on about which nobles he disliked and which ones offered him bigger tips, chuckling to himself over bits of juicy gossip he overheard, letting his elbow annoyingly knock into yours.

"I'm returning to my room," you bluntly interrupted him, stopping as you stared at him, hoping he'd pick up at the loathing lingering in your stare.

"I know," he chirped, a cheeky smile curling up on his lips as your own mouth clamped shut. "I'm walking you there."

"Why?" You deadpanned, squinting accusingly at his frustratingly happy expression.

"There are lecherous men around here," he hummed, and you couldn't tell if he was trying to make fun of you too.

You were so used to that being the case it was hard to conceive of another explanation.

"I sincerely doubt any of them are lusting after me," you sharply remarked, acutely aware of your current appearance.

And still, he nearly seemed sincere as he shrugged, "I disagree."

You brushed past him, heat flooding your face as you wondered what the hell you were supposed to make of that assertion.

He chased after you, refusing to let you get too many steps away as you approached the door to your quaint quarters.

"Have I done anything to irritate you?" He pestered, pulling on a loose piece of fabric in your ridiculous dress.

"Everything you do irritates me," you snapped.

"You wound me," he feigned injury, but when you glanced back, he was still smiling, still amused.

"I'll maim you next," you warned him, opening your door and throwing him one last scowl. But he was treating your threat like you were attempting to flirt with him.

"I look forward to it."

You were debating on making good on it too, collecting your porridge the next morning in the kitchen, picking up a particularly sharp pronged fork and considering plunging it into his arm when you passed by him.

Gojo didn't recognize you.

No one ever did when you went to the servant's breakfast without your uniform or makeup, starting to walk back with your bowl before you overheard his loud chatter cut through the other ten conversations going on.

-wants me."

"You think so?" His knight friend asked, leaning against the wall with a low laugh.

"I told you," Gojo grinned. "I walked her to her room last night."

"That's not the same as sleeping in it," His companion chuckled, and your stomach sank at the sudden realization they were speaking of you.

Freely discussing fucking you.

"Just give me a week," Gojo winked, and you were gripping your fork harder, already picturing what his pretty blue eyes would look like welling up with tears of pain. "Don't forget the deal-"

"Yeah, yeah, five silver pieces," the knight rolled his eyes, and you were fuming.

You paused where you were, lips pursing together tightly as you dropped your fork in favor of just getting a better grip of your bowl. And before you could properly think it over you were throwing it at Gojo's face.

He had a decent reaction time, blocking the ceramic from breaking against his face, but it didn't stop the porridge from covering him from his hair down to his tunic, some of it splattering onto his friend as they belatedly processed what the hell happened.

"Oops," you hummed, shrugging as you walked past them, figuring skipping breakfast was a worthy cause for the mess they'd get stuck cleaning up.

Everyone else already thought you were unstable. Wouldn't really bat an eye if you behaved...badly.

Why not make it his problem?

You didn't stop to see their faces. Didn't want to know what kind of expression he made when he wiped the porridge from his eyes. Not when you suspected there wouldn't be any remorse.

No, not unless you made him regret it.

Would all his friends think you were only worth five silver pieces? Or would one of them like to fuck you first?

part of this event <3

div cr: @/kthice

[madamechrissy]

It's hard to get time away from your kids - just you and Satoru alone together.

Very hard in fact - yet sometimes you can leave them just for a bit with their grandparents long enough for you and your husband Satoru to run to the store. Or run to grab food, do errands - that sort of thing.

However these little moments were precious- so precious in fact, that Satoru made sure to let you know how much he loved them.

Every thrust of his cock in your tight throat as you bent over while he was driving, every grip of his steering wheel with one hand, your hair with the other - the husky little moans

From his lips just urging you on.

Satoru made sure his pretty wife knew how good her mouth feels, fucking up into it with messy strokes, whining out your name as nine inches pummels your throat. Sliding past your uvula as he cries out your name on the way to the damn Home Depot.

Yes, thats your date in your thirties with three kids - home fucking depot. But God if you dont love it as much as you did in college with him, if you don't slurp that cock even messier.

"Sh-shit..." he whispers out, his tip so fucking sensitive when you swirl your tongue around it. "That's it, sucking me like you wanna milk me, huh? Slutty lil throat- ah! Perfect wife I...".

Satoru is loud.

Satoru babbles.

You fucking love that - how this man can't shut up when you swirl your tongue against his frenum, when your suction gets stronger, and your spit drools. When you can be as slutty as he wants when he pulls into the back of the parking lot, finally able to tug you up, spitting in your mouth and tasting his precum off your tongue.

"Fuck I love our dates," you giggle at that - you all are literally buying paint, but he already is tugging you against him, having you straddle him right in the minivan you take the kids to soccer in. "Wanna have another fuckin' baby, god look at you."

"Toru," you whine out when he shoves your shorts to the side, the stretchy comfy ones you wear out, fuck if he doesn't find those and your cute lil cotton panties as sexy as lingerie. He tugs them aside, eyeing your messy cunt as your nails press into his shoulders.

"Gonna ride me in the car like when we were in college, hmm? My pretty soccer mom is still slutty for me?"

"Soccer dad is slutty," you tease back, whining out when he spits right on his cock, sliding it right between your puffy lips. "Ah!"

"Need to be inside you. Fuck..." he lifts you by your hips, gliding that tip over and over, until you gush and squirt, making a mess of him. "Sweetheart... still so messy?"

Satoru slams you right down on his cock, buried to the fucking hilt - tip grinding your puffy cervix as you cry out. Still so goddamn tight, wrapping his cock just as good as you did ten years ago. Every time he fucks you he wonders just how lucky he got, with your spit getting fucked into your needy hole.

"Pretty girl," he whispers, feeling your cunt gripping him so goddamn good, glad his windows are tinted so he can fuck his pretty wife anywhere he can. "Milking me already? Ngh..."

Satoru makes sure you cum before him, thumbing your clit in pretty patterns as your ass hits the steering wheel, as your thighs press his hips and he uses you, lifting you up and down until he pumps you full. He stays in there too, fucking that milky cum deep, kissing you until the two of you are breathless, dripping, a mess.

"I love home depot," you say all sleepy and cute, Satoru laughs softly, kissing you.

"So do I, sweetheart."

****

hehe shameless self insert

[uzugeto]

FRAT BRO TURNED DAD OF THE YEAR

what was supposed to be a night of quick fun, a good lay with ryomen sukuna quickly snowballed into you ending up pregnant from a one night stand. it wasn't easy, it wasn't something planned, and your baby daddy wasn't exactly eager, but you'd manage. right?

PAIRING: frat bro! ryomen sukuna x nerdy! fem reader (with hints of nerd!jo x reader)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. unprotected sex. unplanned pregnancy. the topic of abortion. sukuna being a dick. maybe (probably) inaccurate depictions of frat life. more included in the individual posts.

SERIES MASTERLIST

01. DOUBLE SHOTS AND DOUBLE LINES

you're out of your element at one of the frat parties sukuna's hosting, left to your own devices for most of the night. one thing leads to another, you're in his bed tonight and with a positive test five weeks later?

02. THE NERD WHO STEPPED UP

without a ride and any support, you find yourself at an abortion clinic with your roommate’s best friend, satoru gojo. do you do it, do you not do it, the thoughts haunt you, gojo’s there to stick by your side through it all.

03. FRAT BRO’S DILEMMA

ryomen sukuna finally decides to man up….three months after he spoke to you last. is he too late or will you let him back in?

04. BABY SHOWER BEAT DOWN

the date of your baby shower comes up, with both gojo and sukuna in the same room together. punches land, cupcakes fly, tears fall, all in the span of three hours.

05. GATEWAY TO HEAVEN

gojo satoru manages to reach heaven only to…fumble the bag?

06. GOING THROUGH CHANGES

after distancing yourself from both satoru and sukuna, you slowly start to get your life together.

07. COCOMELON AND LATE DINNER

late night cravings after work only means late night dinner with sukuna.

hi, i wanted to take this chance to say that i’m incredibly grateful for the support that i’ve received on this series—it truly does mean the world to me. and i do want to apologize for the delay in between rewriting parts and changing accounts, i’m sorry for any inconveniences. overall, thank you.

[madamechrissy]

Qifrey gives you special lessons <3

professor! qifrey x apprentice! reader

mdni - masturbation, talking you through it, lwk yandere/dom qifrey hehe - reader is 20's plus, no i'm not sorry that i'm ruined by this man and can't stop </3

You can't seem to make yourself cum tonight, no matter what you do. Pumping your fingers in and out of your needy cunt, right next to the room of your teacher - Master Qifrey, at that!

Oh but if he ever knew you were such a slutty, traitorous apprentice!

How can you not ache around him, especially when you saw the way that tight black shirt just fit his body when he ended up wet earlier? You'd gone and utterly ruined a spell - you cannot draw a circle as well as the girls here much, much younger. It had splashed him directly!

Fuck he was angry, but he softened, pulled himself together, smiling at you kindly like he always did.

Maybe you didn't want him to be kind, though. Maybe you loved how he looked when he lost control, picturing just how stern he could be instructing you to arch for him.

"Mnh!"

You can't seem to manage to make your needy cunt feel any better, these little pumps are hopeless. You're a sheltered girl so it's just angling, pressing up and down, trying to make anything feel good enough to release this pent up tension.

What if he instructed you to spread your thighs wide? To let him-

"Ah! Fuck," you grumble in frustration, tossing your pillow on the floor when the door gently knocks. You stumble and fall right out of the bed, tangled in a mess of sheets.

Well, shit.

"Ahem, one moment!" You are trying to right yourself when the door opens - and there he is, fucking shirtless aside from his open robe, tilting his head at you. "I woke you!?!? Oh I am terribly sorry I...."

"No, I was already up," jerking his cock to your muffled, pathetic little noises, but he couldn't cum himself - not when he knew you required his help! His instruction.

Who was he but your teacher in all things? Though youre a grown woman, where he got you from you'd not known more than how to sew and cook, he had even taught you to read. Now, you clearly need his help, standing with that gown all rumpled, as he shuts the door with a quiet click and walks forward.

His heavy steps creak the floorboards as you sit, your thighs smushing just so with the action - and that's when he sees it.

Your inner thigh glistening - the soft flesh has just a slick trail of your own arousal.

Qifrey turns for a moment, tall shadow casting across your door - a cute lil blush dancing on his cheeks as he gets it together. "Do you require my assistance, love?"

"To sleep?" You ask quietly, sighing. "No. I have the stones that..."

"Sometimes other methods help more," he turns back around, wondering if he has been imagining the lust in your gaze until now. It's achingly clear. "Effective."

"Oh, could you show me, please?" You are so sweet when he walks over, spreading your thighs and eliciting a filthy whine - he bets you'd do anything he told you to.

Would you drop to your knees and suck him till tears spilled from your pretty eyes?

Let him pump your pussy so full of cum you can't even wall the next day?

Let him fuck it back inside so he can make sure you smell and taste like him?

"Shh, you'll wake the girls," he whispers softly, tilting your chin up. "Perhaps I'll have to keep your pretty mouth shut if you cannot."

You love the sound of that.

Instead, you bite down on your lower lip, letting him slip up that gown, the soft silk gliding right up your thighs. "Spread them and place your feet on the bed."

There it is.

The dark voice that fucks you up, that ruins your senses, you obey so eagerly he laughs, eyeing your puffy pussy.

"Poor, pretty lil cunt, all tortured hmm? You've rubbed it everywhere wrong, tsk," he glides two fingers down that mess, watching you twitch as he spreads your cunt, moaning at the pretty color inside.

Perhaps your pussy is his favorite shade.

"You have more than enough to aid in this endeavor," he teases, pulling back and putting his soaked fingers to your lips. "Suck."

You wrap your lips and bob your mouth up and down, earning his hum of satisfaction- his soft white locks fall across his brow just so, glossy lips smirking with a darkness to that blue gaze, making it almost black.

"Show me, how terrible you were doing," you touch your cunt and he sighs. "Pathetic, love... really, you're trying so hard. You need my help?"

"Badly, please," you admit, he takes your fingers and puts them right in your twitchy clit, candlelight flickering and making him look so insane, his grin, his eye narrowing. "Please..."

"So desperate for your teacher's touch, mmm?" Your answer is to arch your hips, letting him guide your fingertips. "Little circles here - can you feel her jumping? She loves this. Hmm?"

You answer is to arch, slick dripping down your fingers and his own as he hovers over you, bracing himself with one hand, hearing your cunt squishing obscenley.

"Answer, you use those words for me, hmm? You can be good for me."

"Love... mhm!" He laughs softly.

"Cute," he murmurs, clicking his tongue and taking your free hand, putting it on your tit as those glasses fall down the bridge of his nose. "Play with those nipples, I bet they ache so."

You obey so eagerly he can't help but be proud of you, tugging on a nipple over the fabric as his fingers leave yours.

"Don't whine, love, you've got it... those circles, faster, mmm look how good you're listening. Shall I help?"

You spread wider, eyes fluttering shut when he leans back, pushing his fingers down to find your quivering hole and pressing right in, filling you so full he almost brushes that puffy cervix.

"Ngh! M-master... Qifrey I...." he gently smacks your cheek, shaking his head.

"Shh. If you want me to help you learn, you must be a very good student. Can you be?"

"Mhm!"

"Good girl," he's leaned over you now, lips moving across your throat, tracing your collar bone when you pause your little movements. "Ah - ah, did I inform you to stop?"

"N-no, ah!" He slaps your cheek again.

"Eyes on me," you flutter them open. "That's it, focus. Good, doing so exceptional, aren't you, pretty?"

You're lost in his fingers pumping, his gaze locked, lips threatening to clamp down on yours, all while you keep toying your clit, little cries and the clicking of the side to side motion even louder in your ears, already rushing with your racing heart. You feel it, the tension, coiling in your tummy as he makes you stretch.

"Tiny cunt would need so much work to take me," he murmurs, clicking his tongue just a bit, pushing those two fingers apart to test those tacky little walls. "Don't worry, I'd make sure she was ready - she's just too pathetic and small right now, hmm?"

You nod, you'll agree to anything really when it's from his lips, when he's laughing and smiling almost sweetly, splitting you open with two fingers as your own falter.

"Aww, close, hmm? It's all right, you can cum, darling," he whispers, pressing a cute kiss on your nose like he's not ruining you. "Go ahead, let me feel her."

You shatter, squirting all over his hand, splatteriing against his bare chest and making him moan, you're so wet you're slippery, fingers falling off for him to suck into his mouth.

"One more, hmm? Just for me? You can, can't you?"

"Y-yes, one... more... ah!" Qifrey wrings every fucking drop of wetness from your cunt until you're twitching, cramping, overstimulated to the point of crying.

"Oh look how pretty," he muses, lapping at a tear with a soft sigh. "Look at you, crying for me - aww, you came so much. Should I help clean you up, lovely?"

"Y-yes, please," so sweet, so pliant his student - you're his favorite one, if he played favorites, if he showed it outside of here - but for now, he must not. He cleans you up carefully, tucking you in and kissing your lips, letting your juices spill into your mouth. "Mmm... don't go..."

"I'll wait for you to rest then," he muses, sitting next to you as you yawn, eyelids heavy. He caresses your cheek, awaiting the moment he could sink his cock into your cunt - your mouth, all your holes, really.

They should belong to him.

Don't you?

"Rest, pretty student," you snuggle up, not wanting him to leave, especially when he leans down and murmurs in your ear. "Should your next lesson be in your sleep? You're most willing and open to learn all sorts of things, then."

He may think you're asleep, but you can't help but smile when he snuffs out your candle - you think you'd love any lesson.

Qifrey can't help but jerk his cock the moment he's back in his room, spilling those puffy little drops of white cum, picturing the next time he'd get to feel you. It's not as if he hasn't been watching you sleep since the night you got here, after all <3

He just cares so, so much for you.

****

nghhh he needs somno too - also i am working on 2 w/him and toru hehe

[madamechrissy]

Mdni - ❥ Qifrey and his breed kink

Qifrey has a bit of a breed kink.

Just a bit, when you bend over a certain way in front of him in the kitchen, and he catches sight of the pretty heart shape your ass makes in that pretty night gown.

A rare time without the Atelier full, he can't help but feel himself throb at the thought. Tip just leaking white underneath those white robes, you peek back curiously, smiling just a bit at him as he imagines filling your womb with him, problem is he's never even touched you aside from hugs, lingering caresses.

Now all he wants to do is shove your nightgown up and slide his cock inside

How wet would you be? Though he dislikes getting wet, he cant imagine your slick coating his cock wouldn't be perfect. He has seen it, peering in your room when he shouldn't, palming his cock like a pervert, you would never know he watched you toy pathetically with your cunt.

Oh, he could teach you so much.

"What is it, something on me?" You ask, just a bit nervous as that hauntingly blue eyes peers right down your tits, barely concealed in the nightgown.

You have come here to help him with the girls, but every moment you're alone? All you can think of is how much longer his fingers are, how big those hands are, how he'd feel -

Stop that, madness, really.

He was affectionate and kind, reserved in a way that made you achingly curious, but ultimately he seemed rather untouchable, though you practically felt touched. You could not help but to brush your fingertips across your own collarbone for a moment, to catch his gaze, see his lips parted ever so slightly.

"Anything wrong, Qifrey?"

"Ahem," he clears his throat just a bit, blush dancing on his own cheeks when he sees those nipples peak, and for a moment he imagines them so full, drippin' milk. How many babies would you give him? When the girls inevitably leave, surely you could fill the home-

"Nothing," he manages to smile, walking toward you now, brushing a lock of your hair back but lingering a bit, running it between his thumb and pointer finger. "Just your skin is glimmering, your body is singing to me, your cunt is so wet I can see it dripping when you bend over."

You suck in a breath, teeth biting down on your lower lip, when he looks at you in shock.

"I said that!?"

"You said that," he curses softly, turning to leave when you pause him, a hand on his back over that dark shirt that fits him too well. "Well, you're not wrong, though. I'm..."

"Ovulating."

"Mhm," he turns back around, brushing a bit of flour off your breasts, making goosebumps rise. "I'll be all right though, just... they hurt a bit is all."

"I could help," he undoes the little lacy tie there, letting one of your pretty tits beg for his mouth, his huge hand taking it over and squishing it, making you cry out. "Do you need help, love?"

You can't answer, just your eyes fluttering shut when he sucks your nipple and bending low, your hand tangled in snowy strands, thick and fluffy in your fingers. "ah!"

"Sore? Sensitive?" His voice drops so many octaves it should be scary, how deep and intense it is with that lilting accent, you just nod for your answer as he slides up your gown. "Do you not touch yourself when you're like this?"

"It was not working well," you admit, cursing then. "I mean..."

"I could help," he turns you now, bending you over and moaning at the sight, of your pretty ass on display, fingers sliding through the mess your slit is. "You should really focus here."

"Ngh!" He's shoving two fingers deep with ease despite the filthy stretch, leaning over you now, his glasses fogging with those breaths, moaning against your ear. "M-master Qifrey I..."

"Can't reach, can you darling? Tsk, no worries," he's moving them up and down, hitting that spongy spot with ease, feeling you drip down his wrists, soaking his very sleeves as he tugs at your hair. "Why don't you cum for me, you're already taking these exceptionally, hmm?"

"Please," you're already a mess, the sounds of your squelching cunt obscene in the quiet kitchen, his free hand wraps your throat as you arch desperately. "Please, please..."

"Use your words, you can be a good girl for me, can't you?" He whispers, teeth nipping your ear, fingers putting just the right amount of pressure as the other two press up, making you dizzy. "Please what? Please don't stop? Please let you cum? Please breed this slutty, soaking wet cunt?"

Fuck.

Breed you!?

He can't say that with his long fucking fingers and his goddamn accent, while you're ovulating. "B-breed me?"

"God yes," he's lost it now, yanking his fingers out to suck your juices off them, cheeks hollowing as he wraps his glossy lips. "Want me to fill you with babies, have the entire place full of them?"

"Yes," there's not a trace of hesitation, especially when he's bending you over the old kitchen table, and the fat head of his pretty cock is running up and down your folds. "B-breed me... mnh!"

"How do we ask, love," he whispers, even as he's leaking sticky white on your dripping wet pussy. "You're making such a mess, you know, dripping on the floors? Can't talk now?"

"Please," you whisper again. "Please breed me Sir."

That earns his cock shoving inside your cunt.

Oh, you thought Qifrey would ease his cock in, inch by inch, tease you? No, his entire length fills you to the cervix, he gives you a bit of mercy when he lets you adjust, when he eases back just enough to glide in your quivering walls.

"You're perfect for me," he whispers, feeling you clamp right down. "Perfect to take all of it, love, look at you."

You're a mess when he fucks you stupid, when he has you sore and drooling, sniffling and crying from overstimulation - when he taunts you for not knowing how to rub your clit so he helps you, letting both of your fingers move together. When he's shifting you so you're on the table, and he can watch his cock move inside you.

Well that's magic, isn't it?

Seeing his own cock print in your pretty body, spitting your juices in your open mouth, pumping you full of puffy white ropes of cum. He doesn't stop there, though, no - that wouldn't be fair when you begged so pretty. He must make sure that he fucks that cum right back inside, stealing every minute until you two aren't alone anymore.

You're a trembling mess once he's made sure to plug that white, leaky mess with his long fingers in your hole, when he watches you act all sweet and innocent later, knowing you're spilling him out.

Well, perhaps it's more than a little breed kink.

****

more qifrey here <3

Next threesome w/gojo?

this is for my bbs @yenayaps @uhnosav @martianzmars hehee

[bbakpaww]

From the very first day you entered RAD, Lucifer tells you that when Mammon starts to take a liking to someone, fortune follows them around. You didn’t think much of it back then. Mostly because Mammon clearly hated you at first. He called you stupid, annoying, useless. He refused to say your name and always calling you “human”. You never once thought someone like that could ever like you.

But Lucifer ordered Mammon to stay close to you, and slowly, things changed. He started hanging around without complaining as much even to the point where he helped you with the TSL quiz willingly.

And then strange things began to appear in your room. A shirt that was definitely not yours, a D.D.D. charger you never bought, a small stack of Grimm on your desk and even a deck of cards tucked into a drawer. Sometimes he even let you keep the grimm which shocked you.

As time passed and you grew closer, a random gifts start to appear outside of your door. You thought it was a prank the first time until you opened it. Inside was a real gift. Another time, it was jewelry, and you froze because it looked far too expensive to be random. Sometimes it was just Grimm.

What you didn’t know was that Mammon watched every time. Hiding just out of sight, peeking around corners, heart racing as he waited to see your reaction. He didn’t understand why he cared so much, only that he did. He laughed quietly when you stared at the jewelry in shock. When he won tons of grimm from gambling, his first thought is about what he could bring for you on the way home.

Eventually, you figured it out. And one day, Mammon found a small gift outside his door too. He stared at it for a long time before picking it up with a warm cheeks realizing that his fortune had finally turned on him too.