Smau: in which you left your ring at home and they wonder why
Warning: angsty, but mostly fluff, some cursing, not proofread
Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna
@realalpacorn I hope this was good 😣 it got a bit repetitive and stupid I’m sorry 😭 I think I’m a little rusty at this angst thing bae forgive me
you don't know where she got it from. you've been racking your brain trying to figure out where and when she started it. with no clues or leads, you've been stuck to just watch and ponder what exactly the hell she's doing.
whenever your hand her something for lunch, for dinner-- if it's some kind of finger food, she does this odd little thing where she taps the food on the edge of her plate after proudly presenting it to you even though you were the one to give it to her.
she's a strange four year old, but she's cute. gets it from her father, you think to yourself.
it's not until keigo comes home from a particularly long mission that you bring it up to him. as usual, his smooth and easy demeanor makes the topic seem more endearing than anything concerning that you were thinking up.
in the back of your head, you're wondering if she'll do it still even while keigo's home. you don't think much of it, though. it's just a cute little habit, she four. nothing to worry about.
so when keigo mentions going out to dinner-- it's routine to go out to eat whenever he gets home from lengthy missions-- you agree like always. your daughter is over the moon, excited to eat some good food with her father and get spoiled endlessly. (much to your chagrin.)
you've honestly forgotten all about korra's little habit. with keigo back home, he makes things so much easier. he's always been easy to talk to, easy to relax around. he makes parenthood seem so much easier when he's got her next to him, doodling on the restaurant children's pages with her, giggling as they bicker and tease each other through a game of tic tac toe.
by the time the food comes out, you're thoroughly charmed and there are hearts in your eyes whenever he sneaks a glance at you.
and then it happens in slow motion, it seems. both your daughter and keigo-- practically carbon copies of each other-- move in sync. each of them with a skewer of yakitori in hand, lift it upwards-- and then tap it three times against the edge of their plate.
your face drops in realization.
keigo, ever the perceptive one; catches your expression almost immediately. "what, what's wrong?"
"she got it from you."
"got what?" he looks clueless. his hands are moving on their own, out of habit. completely unaware that next to him that his mini-me is copying his movements identically.
you can't help the grin that curls along your mouth. shaking your head, you laugh and brush off his confusion. you don't say anything, nor do you feel the need to. guess keigo was right-- it was just a cute little habit.
A/n:this is a collection of some small scenarios I had in mind for death that weren't long enough for a full fic some I had in mind ever since she was still fami. Genuinely the more I write for death the more I love her
Disclaimer for this one: I don't know Japanese, and I am probably very wrong, so blame Google translate. Also, don't question the logic of this cause they're supposed to be speaking Japanese so it really doesn't make sense
"We need to find you a human name"
Your girlfriend put down the food she was eating and looked at you with those piercing pink eyes of hers
"Why?"
"I can't just go around saying that my girlfriend is called death"
"I've heard humans with weirded names"
"I.....can't deny that, but don't you think people are gonna get suspicious if they know your name?"
"And why should that matter? If someone starts bothering me I can just scare them until they give up and if they're really persistent I'll just deal with them"
"But you don't have any paperwork and you need to find a human name for those"
"And what would I need paperwork for? Boring human procedures don't interest me"
"To get married for example, you can take my last name but for that you need a human first name and that can't be death"
Death looked lost in thought for a while before resuming to speak in her usual emotionless tone
"......so I can't get married to you unless I get a human name?"
"I guess-"
"Alright then, I'll come up with one'
".....o-oh ok, I didn't think it would be this easy"
"Please I'd do much more to continue being with you"
"Alright, so you got any ideas? oh, and the name can't be fami. I'll admit calling yourself fami when you actually weren't famine was a genuis move, but you need to find another one"
"I wasn't going to use that anyway"
"Then what is it going to be?"
"I.........do not know"
"Really?"
"Sorry, I am not fully familiar with human names, also it's weird to think about changing your name......well I suppose I already did that once but still"
"Oh yeah I get it let me think"
She nodded and resumed eating while you sat opposite to her with your hand on your chin thinking hard about the name for some minutes, until you had an idea
"How about shin?"
"Hm?"
"Doesn't shi mean death? And shin is an actual name right? So it still works do you like it?"
She looked at you even more enigmatically before nodding softly
"Shin......I like it"
"Oh really?"
"Yes its nice"
"OK alright then shin it is"
"Alright........but still call me death in private"
"O-oh of course"
You deadpanned at the sight of your girlfriend dumping in the entire box of cereal she had in the much smaller bowl causing a mountain of small chocolate flavored circles to stand inside and on top of the bowl but it was way too early to deal with her weird tendencies plus you had gotten used to them
"Worthless"
That caught your attention as you took another sip of your hot drink and looked up at death yeeting the box at the wall and starting to eat the cereals spoonful after generous spoonful
"I suppose the cereals are good at least"
"What's wrong?"
"Hm?"
"You looked disappointed when you opened the box"
"Oh yes, I was looking for the toy"
"...........what?"
Death picked up another box of the same brand of cereals and turned it around to reveal the back showing an announcement in bold brightly colored letters that advertised an action figure of a cartoony mascot hidden in some boxes of the cereal
"However when I opened the box the cute toy was nowhere to be found. I will have whoever is responsible for this decapitated"
You were like......65% sure she was joking, but it's always hard to tell with death's lack of expression or any emotion, so you didn't want to take the risk
"C-calm down, it says it's only in some boxes looks like you just got unlucky"
"Oh......I suppose it's true, but it's still disappointing"
"Why are you interested in that toy anyway? I didn't take you as the type to like stuff like that anyway"
"It's cute plus I like his attitude"
".....what do you mean his attitude?"
"His determination to do anything to get the cereal is inspiring, even if all of his plans always end in failure he never lets go of his objective and relentlessly pursues it. It's inspiring really, a representation of humanity's relentless spirit and determination that I admire"
".........death did you......watch the ads for this cereal?"
"Yes, once they came on the tv and I got interested so I watched all of them"
"Yes, it's one of the better human shows I watched"
You blinked twice genuinely wondering if the woman in front of you actually was the strongest devil in the entire world who was literally this close to ending the entirety of humankind before she met you, but just sighed again and decided to start your own breakfast
You dropped some of the same cereal in your bowl now, understanding why death had been so insistent on buying that specific brand the last time you went grocery shopping but stood shocked when you saw a small plastic toy coming out of the box and resting on the cereals in the bowl
"..............."
You looked up and saw exactly what you expected death staring right at the action figures, once again you sighed and handed her the toy
"Here take it"
"..........really?"
"Yeah of course, it's not like I like it that much anyway"
She quickly grabbed it and started playing with it, twisting its arms and moving it around the table, it was actually kind of adorable to watch. After a few more seconds of playing, she put the toy in front of her chest and hugged it protectively
"Thank you so much, I will treasure your gift with my life, just like you"
".........i-it's nothing"
The next two ideas were given to me by: @michaelaftonhasjoinedthechat thanks
"I'VE GOT IT!"
You put the plate aggressively above the table making sure bot to break it, death moved her pink glowing gaze between your exhausted form while you were trying to catch your breath and the food in front of her
"More food for me? Thank you, you're really been spoiling me with meals lately, is there something special going on?"
You continued breathing heavily, taking a drink of your energy drink before speaking almost yelling in between breaths
"I've spent *breath* these past two weeks *breath* making the perfect dish for you"
"...?"
You took a deep breath and calmed down, wiping sweat from your forehead and now being able to talk in full sentences
"You know how I've been taking cooking classes?"
Death nodded
"And how I've been feeding you food for these past days and asking what you thought of it?"
Another nod
"Well now I have done it! I have made the perfect dish according to your tastes, I took everything you told me you liked and made you the most perfect food possible"
"......I see, can I try it?"
"Obviously, if you couldn't then why would I have done it in the first place?"
Death was taken aback by your unusually aggressive tone
"Oh....You're right I apologize"
You sighed and took another sip of your energy drink
"No it's fine I'm sorry....I'm just.....it took me way too long to make this and now I'm sleep deprived, I'm not complaining mind you, I'm doing this because I love you it was just.... tiring, I hope you like it at least"
"I don't have a shadow of a doubt I will as they say"
Death grabbed the utensil and took a bite out of the dish you made and.....she gasped and her eyes widened it was genuinely the most surprise you had seen out of her in a long while
"So.....what do you think"
After she finished swallowed death started drooling, looking at the food. She ignored your question ans started scarfing down all of the food on her plate without thinking about etiquette or getting her clothes stained or anything else really
Once she finished eating in record time she placed the silverware down before grabbing a napkin you placed next to her, expecting this exact result
".......I.....assume you liked it?"
She finished wiping her mouth and looked at you with her usual emotional stare
"It was the best thing I have ever tasted in my immortal existence"
You sighed in relief, took another energizing sip, and bowed, death, slightly misunderstanding the gesture, started clapping......stopping when she heard a thud and saw you collapsing out of pure exhaustion
".......oh"
Death got up and started carrying you bridal style to bed, you stirred and woke up seeing her staring at you
"....death?"
"Please don't overwork yourself"
"...o-oh yeah sorry"
"It's alright, I just don't want you to be exhausted like this, if cooking that delicious meal causes you to end up like this everytime then I'm more than willing to never eat it again"
"N-no, it's not that. It's my fault. Really, I just worked too hard trying to make it perfect"
"Well it was perfect so at least you reached your results......however"
She lowered her head to kiss your forehead
"I truly dislike seeing you in this state, so remember to take breaks alright? Not even the greatest food in the world is worth seeing my boyfriend like this"
"......thank you"
"By the way how old are you?"
"Hm?"
"Since you're the death devil and all I was curious, I mean i always assumed you were pretty old every since you told me you were a devil but isn't death supposed to be like the oldest fear every living being has in common?"
The devil stopped eating and looked up for a second before her gaze came back to you
"May I tell you a story? It's about how and when I was born"
"Sure"
You sat on the pillow in front of the table and locked eyes with her as she cleared her throat ready to start speaking
"An immeasurable amount of time ago the first being that considered itself alive realized something.....one day it would no longer be, it would cease to exist like the leaves in trees that didn't exist yet, be forgotten by being whose idea wasn't even born yet only existing as an idea a concept of the first life in the world and nothing else......once it had that realization it started living differently, it took the smallest precautions, started taking less risks, whatever those may have been been, all because of one simple idea, a law of nature that every single living thing, human, plant, devil, animal follows with incredibly few exceptions......everyone wants to live as long as possible and die at the latest possible opportunity, some even do not want to die at all despite how impossible that is.....and the first living being followed that rule as well.......even the progenitor of everything around us....was scared of death and once it realized its own mortality....."
Death finally breathed, having not taken a breath during the entirety of her speech. She raised her eyes now, looking at you again with a gaze that made you freeze for no real reason
".....that's when I was born"
You know death didn't mean it but her sheer presence made it hard to breathe you only relaxed slightly once she finished the story because she had resumed eating
".................."
"I don't exactly remember when that was but if I had to take a guess I'd say i'm......around 810 billion years old"
"................really?"
"Approximately so"
".......i guess I'm into older women then"
Warning:this one is pretty suggestive and is probably the result of the many dirty thoughts I had about her. And also my writing sucks even more than usual cause again I don't know how to write smut oneshots
It all started when death came over to you and started kissing your face for no apparent reason, sure it was weird that she did it so out of nowhere but death was such a good kisser that you certainly didn't complain to receive more
Then the kissing moved to your lips, and you two engaged in a heated make-out session for a while. You saw death's face go red, which was unusual considering how muted her skin tone usually was, she was the pale rider after all. But what caused you to become even more surprised is that she quickly started straddling your hips and breathing in your ears
"......y/n.....what I'm feeling right now.....it's the first time I've ever felt anything like it, it's something more than normal love"
You blushed even more. Her closeness made it so you could feel all of her curves pressing against you and her hot whispers made you feel just as turned on as she was
"...d-death"
"Please y/n I want to make you happy in any possible way, please let me make you feel good"
She planted a bite on your neck, however it didn't hurt at all it felt more like another one of her amazing kisses, she continued leaving hickeys across your neck until she reached your lips pulling you into another passionate kiss.
When she pulled back, she looked at you again and then, without warning, started to remove her shirt. You blushed even more at that and looked away for a second but death grabbed you by the chin and turned your head to stare at her face
"Y/n....don't be shy, look at me, at my body, do I......look beautiful?"
Your blush deepened, but you did as said and started scanning her torso. She really did look stunning
"You look more than bea-......WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"
Death blinked looked at herself and then you before having a realization
"Oh have you never seen a woman naked before y/n? It's alright there's nothing to be embarrassed-"
"NO I MEAN WHY IS THERE A GIANT GASH ACROSS YOUR BODY!?"
She looked down again and emitted a sound of understanding while you continued staring at the giant cut that was present from below her chest all the way to above her crotch
"Did I never tell you about this?"
".....n-no you didn't what the hell even is that?"
"Some time ago, before I met you, I tried to remove all of my organs from my body to see if I could die......as you can see i was unsuccessful"
"................"
"Do not worry though, I have put all of my organs back in their original place.....I'm fairly certain of that at least, I'm not completely familiar with human anatomy and the internet can be unreliable at times so I can't guarantee everything is where it should be.....not that it matters anyway"
".......s-so you're just ok with living with that forever?"
"Why not? It doesn't hurt.......or does that make me less attractive in your eyes?"
For some reason she sounded more worried about the possibility of looking less attractive to you than the gash actually hurting or being an inconvenience
".......no it's fine, to be honest I should have expected something like this when I started dating a devil, you still look beautiful with it it's just......gonna take a while to get used to"
"I understand, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier"
"It's alright just......whenever we go to the beach or the pool....please wear a one piece swimsuit"
"Alright........could we resume what we were doing earlier?"
"........yes"
And with that she kissed you again and placed her on top of you making you fall on the couch and starting to take off your shirt while you were still making out
You don't know exactly why you agreed to go with her, maybe cause you were hungry too or just wanted to stay with her but probably it was because you really did love her so much but no matter the reason you are not sure if it was worth standing in a McDonald's parking lot at 3:54 AM with little to no sleep
Death had woken you up and demanded a midnight snack, the problem was that you had planned to go grocery shopping the next day so your fridge was rigorously empty of any edible things so the solution was obvious, drive to the closest fast food and grab some pick up
You rested your head on the wheel as you turned around and saw death getting into the car with two bags of food in her hands, she gave you one and placed the other on her lap
"Thank you again, I really needed this"
"Yeah alright whatever"
"I promise I'll make it up to you"
You sighed and grabbed one of the burgers from the bag as death did the same
"It's really fine, I don't mind.....just next time let's do this during the day"
Death nodded and took a bite out of her burger. You were about to do the same until you noticed something in your burger, causing you to sigh
"......dammit"
"Hm? Whats wrong?"
"No it's nothing, I just don't like pickles but they're still in the burger"
"........what?"
You turned to see death looking at the burger with what you assumed was indignation
"I specifically asked that yours should have had no pickles.......and they still didn't listen"
"....i-it's fine really, I wasn't hungry anyway"
"....I'll fix the issue"
"Wha-"
Before you could finish your sentence, death wasn't in the passenger seat anymore, you don't know if she teleported or was so fast that you genuinely didn't see her but you quickly ran out too and entered the restaurant to see her arguing with the overworked underpaid teenage girl at the register
"I don't see anything wrong with the burger"
"There are pickles"
"And?"
"My boyfriend doesn't like them"
"So what am I supposed to do about his baby palate"
Death narrowed her eyes at his comment but tried her best to maintain her composure
"I need a new burger"
"I am not making another burger at 4:00 am cause you ordered wrong, you're lucky I even made you the first one, you know I shouldn't even be here, my stupid boss-"
"I could not care less, I need a new burger and you are going to make it"
"And the hell would I do that?"
"Because I ordered one without pickles and you still added them, You made a mistake so now fix it, isn't that common human decency?"
"Fuck off weirdo, I'm not making your stupid boyfriend another burger just because he can't handle a little bit of pickles"
In that moment you knew the poor girl was fucked, as soon as she finished her sentence death grabbed her by her uniform making her look up at her while she was glaring at the girl with her piercing eyes
"Apologize to y/n"
"W-wha-"
"I don't care if you called me weird or whatever, what I care about is you insulting my boyfriend because of his tastes, apologize and make him a new burger, do you understand?"
"...........i-i-"
"Do you understand?"
"I-i'm sorry"
Death let go of the girl's uniform as she started running to the back to make the food while you approve your girlfriend sweat dripping down your face
"And give us free fries"
"Y-yes ma'am"
"........did you seriously just scare to death a teenage girl cause she put pickles on my burger?"
"No......I did that because she disrespected you"
"...I.....I see"
"Don't worry I'll give her a tip later for the good service"
satoru pauses mid-sentence, raising his eyebrows. “uh–, hm?”
you can feel the irritation building in your body. “you haven’t slept in four days?”
suguru continues washing dishes as he silently observes the interaction. he knows better than to get involved when he hears that tone.
your other boyfriend clears his throat, shuffling back and forth on his feet. whatever story he was telling has been completely forgotten about.
“satoru, you’re about to piss me off.“
“baby!”, he whines, drawing closer to put his hands on your waist. you don’t return his touch, opting to keep your arms crossed over your chest. “baby, the higher ups needed me for these missions.”
“i don’t give a d–,” you pause, narrow your eyes at him, and sigh. “i don’t care.”
satoru gives you a puppy-eyed pout, glancing at suguru for help. help he unfortunately won’t be receiving.
“it’s fine.” satoru tries to calm your anger. he gently squeezes your hips, resting his forehead against yours. he can tell it isn’t doing a thing.
“i only have a few more days of missions.” your face twists into something wicked. satoru would’ve kept this from you, but he knows if you found out afterwards, his life would probably be on the line.
“you’re not going.”, you snap. “tell them you’re using time off. matter of fact, go upstairs and get ready for bed. i’ll tell them myself.”
“babyyyy.”, satoru whines again at you. “you know I don’t like you talking to the higher ups–“
“you know i don’t like you abusing yourself for their sake. now you’re on a sex ban. get upstairs, now.”
he sputters. “wha–?! a sex ban?”
“that’s what i said.”
the glare you give him lets satoru know you’re not joking in the slightest. he shares another glance with suguru, but your tone seeps of finality. he’s fucked up, royally. no pouts, pleads, or puppy-dog eyes will get him out of this one.
he utters a final, dejected ‘yes ma’am’ and carries himself off to bed.
with satoru taken care of, you raise a brow at your other partner who has remained silent throughout this entire ordeal.
“when’s the last time you slept?”
suguru has nothing to worry about. even with his sporadic insomnia, he was able to get at least 6 hours of sleep a night in between his own missions. so, he doesn’t know why he’s sweating so hard.
“yesterday.”, he answers with a timid, placating smile. “i slept almost all night.”
you study him for a couple seconds. it feels like hours to suguru. he withers under your contemplative stare, wondering if he sounded convincing enough for your liking.
“mhm.”, you hum at him, and suguru stops holding his breath. “done with the dishes?”
“i have a few more.”
“i’ll do those. you go upstairs, too.”
suguru can’t tell whether or not you believe him, but he also doesn’t want to argue with you. he slinks off feeling like he’s also been scolded, murmuring his own ‘yes, ma’am’ as he passes by.
Getting bitten, possessively, in between Siren! Satoru and Siren! Suguru. One on each side of your neck, well - one on your neck, the other on the exact pulse point on your jugular (which would be Siren! Suguru, since he's deeply "infatuated" with you already) and Siren! Satoru nestled closely behind you, sinking his own piercing fangs deep into the side of your neck. Webbed hands wandering, breaths simmering, growling almost, sharpen claws digging into the plush of your soften skin - beautiful, scaly tails swishing almost violently beneath them, keeping them balanced amongst the rippling water, holding you in between their upper, sturdy bodies.
imagine when heir!Gojo has to bring Yuji before the Council for a ruling on his fate . . .
The white-haired man is insistent that it be the full Council and not just the Elders, demanding that your trio has a say in the matter too. "It's too important, someone's life is at risk!" He'd argued, "It's only fair that we all be present."
But in reality, everyone knows full well that Satoru wants the Council present just so you're there to make a ruling. That only you can convince the rest of the members that Yuji should be kept alive. Because you? You have a magical gift of persuasion - whether it be part of your innate curse technique or just a high level of effortless charisma; an entire country would fall to their knees with just a bat of your eyelashes if you so desired. And Satoru just knows that you'll be obsessed with the pink-haired teen once given the chance to meet him.
Yes, this would be too easy.
That is how you all ended up in the Gathering Hall, flanked on all sides by monochrome stone walls. Sconced lighting flickers ominously, casting crooked shadows around the massive space. You're seated regally at the sprawling, marbled table positioned between your husbands; Suguru waiting quietly to your left, hands folded in front of him, Satoru impatiently to your right, knee bouncing in anticipation. Yaga and Gakuganji separate the three of you from your fathers, who are seated at the opposite end of the table, a perfect mirror of your trio.
In front of the group stands a nervous Yuji, fiddling anxiously with his fingers and the yanking at the too tight cuffs of his dress shirt. The poor boy looks much like he is flailing in the open sea, circled by ravenous sharks; in a way, he kind of is. Satoru had given him just one instruction before dressing him up and tossing him in the deep end, "Try to speak primarily to my wife. She'll protect you."
"Yuji, come here," you finally request sweetly, your kind voice snapping the quiet tension that had previously been draped over the room like a wet blanket. "What made you decide to eat Sukuna's finger?" you wonder, hands clasped together underneath your chin as you lean toward him, eyes shining in interest.
Yuji sheepishly scratches the back of his head as he shuffles hesitantly towards the three of you, searching for an acceptable answer. "Well, I - uh. You know. M-my friends' lives were at stake . . . A-and Fushiguro, he needed help too! He told me that you could increase your power if you absorbed it . . . A-and my Grandpa's last wish was that I always try to help people," he stumbles through his jumbled recounting of the incident with a deep breath out, shoulders sagging in partial relief. Your eyes narrow at the mention of Megumi's name, turning your head slowly to glare at your white-haired husband to your right.
"I thought collecting the cursed relic was a mission assigned to you, Satoru," Suguru taunts from your left side, chin now resting in his palm in amusement as he watches the interaction between you. You scoff, rolling your eyes in exasperation, "You sent Megumi to do your work again?! Satoru!"
The three of you erupt into a flurry of accusations and exclamations, Satoru claiming that Megumi will only learn by doing, you reprimanding him for making decisions about your kid behind your back, Suguru somewhere between trying to remain a neutral party and preventing you from murdering Satoru.
"ENOUGH," a deep bellow from your father echoes through the hall, loud and commanding enough to silence you all on the spot, "You three can deal with your marital issues at home."
Your head snaps to glare at him now, finding his fierce gaze matching yours in intensity. Your tenacious temper was where your commonalities started and ended with your father, and you knew that neither of you were going to win. Now or ever. Biting your cheek in irritation, you break the stalemate and allow your eyes to flit back to Yuji, still standing awkwardly in front of you. Right, he's waiting on the Council to make a ruling about his life.
Your expression quickly softens again, standing to glide gracefully around to the front of the table. You carefully study the teenager for a while, circling him before standing in front of him to meet his nervous gaze. Your hands gently but firmly grip onto his biceps to offer him your comfort.
"Let me talk to Sukuna, Yuji," you request, posture and tone leaving no room for discussion. The boy's eyes widen slightly, "H-how long do you want me to wait until I switch back?" The mood of the room quickly shifts behind you, an odd mixture of fear and excitement brewing.
"You don't need to worry about that," you say with a smile, sitting at the edge of the table with your arms crossed. Everyone in the room watches with silent fascination as Yuji lets Sukuna out, additional eyes and mouths appearing grotesquely on his body, before settling on a simple form of Yuji with intricate tattoos painting his skin.
"Ryomen Sukuna," you greet with a light wave, your charismatic political voice making an appearance. All those years of communication and public speaking classes had, in fact, served you very well. The King of Curses blinks as he studies you, sniffing in your direction much like an animal would. Suguru shifts protectively in his seat behind you, jaw clenched tight, fully prepared to jump in front of you if necessary.
"Zen'in blood. Pure," Sukuna nearly laughs, "A female heir in the Zen'in clan? How glorious!" One of his hands twitches in a way that you don't appreciate, and before anyone can blink, tendrils of your crackling cursed energy snake out to restrain the man.
He looks at you in shock at your speed and power - maybe impressed? - eyes widened in your direction. A giggle bubbles out of your chest, "Oh! You must have been expecting mercy from me because I'm a girl. Maybe that I'd hide behind one of my strong husbands?" A threatening grin stretches across your face as you stand back up to approach the King of Curses. "Remember, I'm still a Zen'in," you tell him with a mocking wink, "If you're looking for mercy, your best bet is Geto." You gesture slightly behind you.
Sukuna's eyes drop to look at your dark-haired husband, outwardly not looking at all like the merciful one. Merciful in the way that he would at least kill you quickly, you decide. You hadn't really lied, the Geto clan has traditionally always been the gentlest of the three. His gaze flits briefly to Gojo, The Strongest, his mouth tilted up in a crooked smile and giving the spirit a wave of his own.
Sukuna must not like his odds against the three of you, not even bothering to glance in the direction of the true clan heads. Exactly as you'd been expecting. He grumbles something unintelligible and likely rude as hell before he retreats, leaving Yuji blinking confusedly trying to readjust to the room.
"So? How'd it go?" Yuji asks perkily, looking between the members of the Council. Everyone seems to be stuck in a state of shock, a few beats of complete silence passing before anyone even exhales. The Elders begin their pretentious chattering amongst the three of them, obviously trying to re-exert their dominance over the room. But you have never cared about their pompous proceedings and are quick to place your hand on Yuji's shoulder, standing confidently before the remaining Council members.
"He lives for now," you command, voice raised to speak over the chatter. Your father stands from his seat, eyebrows furrowed in irritation with your lack of decorum. "Why? Because he protected your kid? In a situation that your husband put him in?" He demands, each word chosen carefully to be thrown at you like sharpened daggers fortified with disdain.
"No, though I am grateful for that," you say, fingers gently brushing stray pink hairs away from Yuji's face. "He has a lot of potential. I'm certain we will never receive an opportunity like this again, we shouldn't give it up so easily because some of us are scared."
Your eyes fall on each of the members of the Council, a pretty but pointed look filling them. Your gaze all but begs them to try to challenge your ruling. No one really understands why or how this works for you every time, but it does.
"Fine," your father mutters in agreement with a bang of his gavel, "Itadori Yuji lives. For now." Satoru leaps up with a cheer, beaming at Yuji before quickly guiding him from the hall and back to Ijichi who is waiting just outside the doors with Megumi and Nobara.
"You just want to keep delaying the inevitable," your father grumbles in accusation as you pick up the chair Satoru had knocked over in his excitement, "If you put as much energy into making kids as you do collecting them from all over Japan, we'd have our next three heirs by now." You roll your eyes, not bothering to acknowledge his snark with a response, grabbing Suguru's hand to exit the hall.
"Thank you, princess," Satoru whispers, hand finding the small of your back and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You hum contentedly, leaning up to brush a kiss of your own against the shell of his ear.
"Don't think we aren't going to continue discussing your decision to put Megumi in danger, Gojo," you threaten in his ear, making the man stop dead in his tracks.
"What?! Babyyyyy come oooon, Megs is still alive, isn't he?!" He whines, gesturing wildly with his long arms towards the aforementioned teenager. Suguru throws his head back in a cackle, pulling you into his arms and continuing to walk towards the car with.
"Megumi, tell her!" The dark-haired teenager ignores him completely, strolling away leisurely with his arms behind his head.
So maybe it had been easy to save Yuji, but it would decidedly not be easy dealing with the repercussions of his lazy teaching methods.
kitsune live as foxes for a full 100 years before they gain the ability to shapeshift into a human form so im crying blooddddd over the thought of little black kokuko fox suguru running around…
with every sound, every scent, and every corner came a new discovery. the forest, seemingly endless in its entirety, was suguru’s sole world then. the idea that there was more out there was both laughable and hard for little fox suguru to comprehend. and, since his mother forbade him from leaving the sprawling forest that they called their own, suguru found it in him to be content with simply scampering through its depths once, thrice, a hundred times, memorizing the secrets of the earth.
(though, whenever he could, he’d slip free from the towering trees and venture to the outskirts of the nearby village. suguru grew to know the human children that plodded through the shallow stream as friends, yipping in indignation whenever they splashed him with handfuls of water and tearing across the dirt in pursuit of the tamari ball they’d sometimes toss for him. they adored him and showered him in cuddles and treats that their families kept in cookie jars for the family dogs. they were kind. sweet.
suguru only stopped visiting them due to the fathers that eventually came together to chase him from their land with scornful gazes, knowing well the mischievous streak of a kitsune and not wanting to be at the receiving end of it.)
he’d spend hours exploring every nook and cranny of the forest, his longing for exploration fueled by his insatiable curiosity as vast as the cavernous belly of a glutinous kowai. suguru would just run and run, downing the sharp scent of the forest that would be occassionally be muddied by the earthy twang of petrichor. the crunch of fallen leaves would sound like mini drums beneath his paws and the sun would blanket his fur in warmth as comforting as his mother’s embrace, the light bringing out tints of golds and ambers and reds buried deep in the black of his fur.
from time to time he’d band together with the other yokai and they’d make up games, participate in meaningless competitions that felt almost dire at the time. his younger days were filled with carefree laughter, mischief, and silly pranks.
he was wild and free, answering to no one but himself and the laws of the wild. the only responsibilities he had were to hunt, to practice drawing from the reserves of his magic that were as thin as the power of a lone floating kitsunebi, to groom himself so that his mother, either in her kitsune form or the body of a gentle-eyed woman, wouldn’t steal him by the scruff and pin him down to do it herself, to listen to her stories of their handsome and illustrious lineage and tales of other yokai, to play, to live.
now, eight hundred years into facing eternity, just two hundred years shy of ascending to a nine-tailed zenko kitsune, he cradles two terrified but alive tanuki twins against his sides as he watches the village fall to ruins. little mimiko and nanako were locked away in a filthy cage only twenty minutes ago, beaten, starved, their poofy ringed tails partially clipped and their bodies weak with hunger.
behind suguru, his human frame tall and unyielding, his nine tails erupt into view and billow out like a dark living cloak to blanket mimiko and nanako from the scorching heat. no matter how small and helpless, yokai deserve respect and dignity. the girls did not receive either while ensnared by the humans. their captors burned for it. even the ones that he used to call his ‘friends’ and the ones that turned a blind eye to the sacrilege succumbed to his flames that sprouted from suguru’s fingertips and rolled through the village.
in the sanctuary of his forest, the twins will get to live out the childhood that suguru was fortunate enough to have. their only responsibilities will be to hunt, to play, to live— just as his once had been.
He’s gripping the headboard behind him, abs tensed, flushed and panting. Satoru’s lying back beside him, one arm behind his head, stroking himself off lazily.
You’re sitting between Suguru’s legs, lips ghosting over the flushed tip of his cock, breath warm, tongue peeking out just slightly as you start to lean in, then–
“I’ve been thinking...” You pull back a bit.
Suguru groans. “No, please stop thinking.”
You ignore him obviously. “What if I had a dick?”
Suguru inhales. Exhales. Stares at the ceiling like he blames it for the situation he’s in right now. “We’re in the middle of something.”
“I know.” You hum, chin on his thigh. “But like, imagine it. I’d definitely helicopter it.”
Satoru fucking snorts. Suguru stares at you like you’ve just spit in his rice. “I’m sorry?”
“Like, I’d swing that shit around like a glowstick at a rave.” You continue proudly, hands now gesturing. “Just, whap whap whap slapping the air. I’d wreck you both.”
Satoru’s losing it now. “BABE–”
Suguru just blinks at you, pushes himself up and stands. Silently. Picks up his pants. His shirt. His dignity.
“Where are you going?” You pout, eyes innocent.
“Away.”
“BABY–”
“I need to bleach my brain.” He says, already halfway down the hall.
“COME BACK I’LL BE NORMAL–”
He doesn’t answer.
“Suguruuuuuu.” You whine after him.
Satoru sighs dramatically beside you, patting your head. “It’s okay, princess. I’m still hard. Come wreck me with your mouth.”
You pause.
“…You’re gonna regret saying that when I come back with a strap-on named Excaliboner.”
He moans. “Please do.”
bts: suguru gets over it in two minutes and comes back to wreck some holes 😈
his nose is bruised and bleeding, hers is buried in a book. he’s constantly checking out a book (and her), she knows he’s illiterate. he’s stupidly in love with her — she just thinks he’s stupid. oh what could go so ever wrong
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every time you sat near him? all those times you walk around in shorts? even when you walk past? he’s staring. hard.
and he’s never subtle about it.
so you decided to test it. the next time you and katsuki are hanging out in his dorm, you casually throw your legs into his lap.
he raises his eyebrow, wondering why you moved so suddenly. he didn’t say anything though, because this wasn’t really anything out of the norm for you two.
but when you started shifting your legs around, you felt his hand on your thigh, squeezing you gently. “stop that,”
a smirk tugs at your lips. “why?”
“you know why.”
you fake a confused face, and went back to scrolling on your phone. “what! I’m just resting my legs, kats.”
“yeah”
after a few minutes, you felt katsuki settle his other hand onto you, tracing circles across your skin.
you swallow hard when you feel his hands traveling higher. he wasn’t even trying to hide it now.
he began thumbing towards your inner thigh, knowing it was stirring you up.
“kats, wh—”
“what? I’m just resting my hands, right?” he taunts.
before you can say anything else, he presses a kiss to one of your thighs. you can literally feel his palm against you growing hotter.
he stays there, his nose dragging across your skin as he continues to press his lips onto you.
your breath catches as he doesn’t let up. each kiss is so so intentional. so reverent. he’s practically worshipping you.
“fuckin’ love these thighs of yours.” he murmured against you, “prancin’ around in shorts all day, knowing damn well what you were doing, huh?”
you heart is in your ass. katsuki glances up at you, eyes half lidded, his voice low. “was waitin’ for you to let me. are ya?”
you felt yourself blushing hard as you nodded. he just hummed into your skin and let himself hold you tighter, like he wasn’t planning on letting go for anything.
Your body is stuck in place and you can't run… or scream, or even kick as you're hoisted into the air. Something carries you, but you can't understand what its saying. It speaks in tongue, foreign to anything you've ever heard before. Suddenly, it drops you onto the floor, but you still can't move.
"Ahh, Hanami- this one smells divine…"
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True Form Sukuna x Fem! Reader
wc: 5.4k
Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen
cw: Minors DNI! Breeding, Kidnapping, Double Penetration, Noncon elements
Notes: part of the 12 Days of Breeding series originally posted on Ao3. <3
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Your body was paralyzed and unable to move.
You didn’t know if it was from fear or some kind of unknown magic you’ve never seen before. If you told yourself 30 minutes ago that you were about to be kidnapped by some invisible being, you’d laugh right out loud.
But you weren’t laughing now… No, you sat limp against a… Shoulder? Maybe? Of some unseen being that plucked you right off the street. You had been walking home from work when your body turned cold. You thought it had been a random drop in temperature as goosebumps formed across your arms and legs. However, you soon realized you were wrong.
The coldness that settled into your body froze you right on the spot. You couldn’t move your legs, your arms… not even your mouth. No, you were stuck standing still.
What had made it even worse was that something was placed over your eyes, blindfolding you from your surroundings. Someone must have come up behind you, although you didn’t feel anyone standing this close to you until it was too late.
You couldn’t fight, let alone scream… whatever had blindfolded you picked you up effortlessly from the sidewalk and hiked you over its shoulder. The only thing that seemed to function normally was your hearing.
Foreign noises that sounded nothing like any language you’ve ever heard echoed in your ears.
What the hell just kidnapped you? Aliens, maybe? You didn’t remember anyone being this close to you on the street, so you honestly had no clue when it appeared or where it was taking you.
You panicked internally, your mind racing a mile a minute as you try and think your way out of the situation. You were being controlled by something not from this world, some sort of magic, or even a drug maybe. Your mind attempted to find a solution and reason, but came up empty as you tried to focus on kicking your limbs, anything you could do to escape…
It was no use- your body was completely limp.
After what seemed to be about a half hour of being carried, you were plopped down onto a cold ground… It felt somewhat like a tiled floor that would be in a kitchen or entryway.
You were inside now, maybe?
You don’t remember ever feeling the shift from transitioning outdoors to indoors, but the cool tile told you otherwise.
“Ahh, Hanami- this one smells divine… she’s much different than the others.” A deep voice rumbles.
At least you can understand this one…
The thing that kidnapped you responded, its words unintelligible. At least- they didn’t make sense to you. The other man in the room seemed to understand perfectly.
“No matter,” he snaps his fingers. “She can see us now, I’ve given her the sight. You can leave us- tell Kenjaku he’s got a deal, as long as he stays away from Megumi Fushiguro- that one is mine as well.”
Your kidnapper- Hanami, he was called, answers in a series of vocal cries that make you want to cover your ears. It seems that he leaves, though, as a door slams soon after.
You laid on the cold hard ground unmoving. The blindfold still sat snug against your eyes- you weren’t even able to see your captor, but you knew he still lingered in the room. You couldn’t put your tongue on it, but the vibe that the man gave off left your skin riddled with goosebumps.
Mind racing, you thought of the possibilities of what could happen. Why did he kidnap you? Was he going to kill you? Why did it have to be you?
“I can read your mind, you know…” He laughs lightly, obviously amused. “Humans are such simple creatures.”
Okay so it was totally Aliens that just kidnapped you.
He sighed loudly, “No- Y/N… we are curses. Curses, that are powerful and superior creatures that you can now see. Thanks to me.”
You wanted to ask him how he knew your name, but he answered as soon as the thought crossed your mind.
“You were selected for me. You see… you have no family… no friends, no significant other… Essentially, no one would look for you if you went missing.”
Oh…Well okay- ouch.
His laugh booms through your ears, “That’s what makes you perfect… A young, fertile woman!”
You tense up with fear… what did this curse (?) want with you? You’ve never heard of curses manifesting as living things… that stuff was just magic, right? Like spells and shit? Your brain was reeling from the questions, questions that the strange man was ripping right from your mind.
“There’s no need to be afraid, Little One… you were brought here for one reason and one reason only.”
He let a moment go by before answering, keeping you tense with anticipation as you waited for him to continue.
“You’re to be my bride.”
The deep voice growls near your face as the blindfold is ripped off.
Your eyes are wide like a deer in headlights as you look up at the largest monster you’ve ever seen.
The being that voice belonged to stood well over 7 feet tall. His frame was like a stone mountain, his muscles bulged with power as his abs and pecs protruded from his body. The largest arms you’ve ever seen flexed above you, but that’s not why you were in such shock.
Tattoos decorated his body- thick black lines in various patterns ran up and down his arms. He had four massive arms… Four fucking arms that were the perfect picture of strength. Your gaze followed up from his thick legs, the robe he wore was slightly open so that you could see every vein and muscle flex over you. Something that seemed to be like a mouth sat in the center of his abdomen, you could see its tongue and sharp teeth stick out. Your eyes continued up, stopping on his face. Chiseled features that would make even Chris Evans jealous stare back at you. A strong jawline and nose- this creature looked like he had been carved from marble. He had four eyes as well, except the bottom two that sat high on his cheekbones were much smaller than the main set. Red irises held your gaze as you could do nothing but stare back.
His smile was wicked as he looked down at your small form, frozen in fear on the floor.
“Now, y/n…I’m going to snap my fingers and release you from your bonds. You will not run from me. Just know, you are no longer on the earth realm. You’re in my world now-my Domain.”
He snaps his fingers and you scream instantly.
You scramble away from him, finding your strength to push yourself up and run towards the door. It was locked (of course it was fucking locked)… you panic and turn, not wanting your back to the monster for too long.
“Monster? I’m hurt,” he mocks, holding a hand over his heart. Or at least, where it would be.
“I told you not to run because you will get nowhere. I don’t care if you fight,” he tells you… “I actually prefer that you do,” and flashes a toothy grin.
You scream again as he walks patiently towards you, taking you by the forearm and dragging you away from the door as if you weighed nothing.
“No! No please!! Let me go! I’ll do anything!!” You try to bargain with the monster, but it does no good.
He walks you towards a large bed- large enough to accommodate his entire body. And throws you on top of the lush mattress.
You go flying into the soft fabric, immediately attempting to crawl away, but a strong grip clamps down on your ankle and drags you back towards him.
“You’ll be better off accepting your fate, Little One. You were selected just for me, and you will answer my call.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about… please, let me go!”
“SILENCE”
His roar shakes the walls, the bed vibrating in sync with his anger. It makes you shut your mouth and shrink beneath him.
He sighs, bringing a hand to his forehead as if he was frustrated by your reaction.
It was such a mundane action to see on someone so huge and monstrous. You watched him, keeping your curious eyes glued on his form as he continued.
“I am a very powerful being, the King in-fact, of the cursed-world. I know you know nothing of it, but listen closely. Long ago, I was once human… I’ve grown and gained a lot of power, but know that ultimately I will perish. It is how time moves… Even the most powerful of beings will come to an end; we can only live on through our legacies. You were selected to be my Queen, and I intend on following through with my plan. You will produce an heir for me and stay here as my bride.”
Your jaw sat open from shock- what the fuck did he just say?
“So… so I’m expected to have sex with you… you’ll kill me!” You gestured to his body with a hand.
You were being honest, but you didn’t know how else to process the information he was giving you. Your reaction makes him chuckle.
“Little one,” he starts. “We will copulate. And it will result in my heir. My curse energy will take care of your body, you will be able to accommodate my cocks just as you can see me now.”
“Wait a second… I wouldn’t normally be able to see you? And- Hold up!!!” You threw your hands up, “Cocks? Cocks as in plural???” You demanded answers, but your questions only seem to make his grin wider.
“I am very powerful, Little One. Normally you cannot see curses or cursed energy, and I have made it so. I will do something similar to your womb so that you can accept my seed and bear my child.”
You were silent. You didn’t know what else to do or say to an answer like that one. A dream, maybe? Yes- this was all a dream and you would wake up in your shitty apartment in no time. Your laugh boomed through the bedroom, manic as you cackled about the ridiculousness of it all.
“This is no dream, Y/N.”
The lower set of his hands shoot out, cupping your face and tilting your head up to him. He forces your eyes on his as you stop laughing.
It felt so real… soft palms and calloused fingers massaged your heated cheeks as tears threatened to spill over your eyes.
No, this was no dream… this was real fucking life.
“Sukuna.” He tells you.
“What?” you ask in response.
“That is my name…. The name of the King whose child you will carry.”
He leans down and presses his lips to yours, giving you no time to anticipate it.
It was warm… Soft and welcoming lips press into your mouth as he swallows your cries.
You didn’t want this. How could you? How could you have sex with something that will surely kill you?
His groan rang through your ears. Suddenly, a hand pressed against your lower back, pushing your tiny body into his monstrous form.
You found your eyes closing and your body melting into his kiss. His lips tasted heavenly on yours, almost like a warm mix of chai spices. It felt amazing, though you hate to admit it.
Maybe you could do this? You found yourself asking in your head… That maybe you can possibly get out of this alive?
He’d probably kill you if you said no.
He smiled against your lips, “I definitely would.”
Oh right-
You moan as a large tongue comes out of his mouth. It wiggles itself into your own, wet and thick as it plays with the inside of your mouth. Sukuna swallows your moans as he presses you close against him.
Finally, just as it began to feel like he was suffocating you with his lips, he pulled away.
You were panting, your body began to feel hot- like your clothes were restricting as they threatened to suffocate you.
“Wha- What’s going on?” You ask him, confused.
You were on your knees on top of the bed; he stood over you, holding you in a set of arms. Another hand comes out to pet your hair before responding.
“Aphrodisiac. It’s in my saliva and will help you open yourself to me…”
Sukuna’s smile was sinful as he watched your chest rise and fall in slight panic. He knew you could feel the weight of your clothes as the heat of your body began to rise. Soon enough, the only thing that will be able to relieve that ache would be his seed.
“Take off your clothes, Little One. Let me see you.”
You had no other choice but to obey his command. Your hands shook as they undid the buttons of your top, letting it fall behind you. Next was your skirt, its tightness felt constricting and you almost felt relief as you pulled it down, sitting back on the bed to take it off.
Only left in your bra and stockings, you look up at him. Heated red eyes bore into your head as you reach behind you to undo the clasp. You let your bra fall freely to the floor, keeping his eye contact the entire time.
Immediately his eyes dip down to your breasts. His gaze hardens upon seeing your chest, the hands that had been previously holding you now rest on each mound. He massages them softly, his touch coming like relief on your heated skin.
He rolls your nipples, tweaking them between his fingers as you throw your head back with a throaty moan.
Sukuna growls at the noise, the reaction almost like a purr of a beast as he appreciates the whimpers you give him.
As you move to pull your tights down, another hand grips your wrist- stopping you from going any further.
“No-” he tells you, voice almost strained. “Lay down, Little One.”
You do as he says, not wanting to argue any longer if it meant relief from his drug.
Strong hands guide your body to the middle of the large bed, his monstrous form cages you beneath him. Keeping himself held up above you, his two free hands come back to your chest.
You arch your back into his touch as he tweaks your nipples, alternating between little bites of pain, and the soft caresses of his palms. It has your core twitching- the aphrodisiac clouding your mind quicker than you realized.
Automatically, you crane your neck to the side- allowing him access to your most vulnerable life line. He could kill you in seconds- slice your jugular with a claw and be done with it.
But that’s not what he does, no… Sukuna’s heated lips latch down on to your neck. You let out a loud moan as you feel his fangs sink into your throat. As quickly as the pain came, it was replaced with pleasure.
His tongue laps against the bite mark, more of his spit seeping directly into your bloodstream. At the same time, the mouth on his abdomen opens up, licking its way around your belly. He covers you in his saliva, making sure that you will know nothing but pleasure as you continue to lose yourself to him.
“Nghh… please…”
He smiles against your neck, admiring the way you responded so well to him.
“What is it you need, Little One?”
“I…” fuck, you hated to admit defeat so fast, but his drug worked quickly. You could feel yourself panting, your chest pushing deeper into his grasp as you opened your legs for him. “I need you to touch me, please…”
Your face was red as his grin stretched from ear to ear. He had won you over.
Sukuna said nothing as he pushed himself back onto his legs. He kneeled between your legs, his form barely fitting as you spread your legs as wide as they could go.
You still had your tights on, the spandex fabric clinging to your legs and shielding your core from that sweet relief.
Before you could even make the move to remove them, he swipes a claw from the top of your mons all the way to the end of your ass. He splits the tights and your underwear, leaving you open and exposed to him completely.
He growled at the sight; he could see your darkest places, open and free for his taking. And the most glorious part of it all, was that you were soaked.
“You smell divine, Little One…”
It’s all he said before he leaned in. His mouth was hot as it latched onto your cunt. He ate you like… Well, he ate you like a monster.
His tongue darted out, running circles on your peaked clit before taking it into his mouth.
You bucked your hips against him, your feet firmly placed on the bed below as he held your lower half against his mouth. He growled into your cunt, thoroughly enjoying the taste of your wet heat on his taste buds.
As his tongue danced with your clit, you felt him sink two fingers into your core. He must have retractable claws, as he ran his blunt fingertips against the walls inside of you. You cried out as he toyed with you, getting closer and closer to that delicious peak.
He held your lower half high above the bed, your head and arms now flailing to the sides due to his sheer size. His lips completely covered your cunt, you could feel the sweet pain of his teeth scrape against your lower lips.
His groans filled the room as he coated himself with your juices, your cunt practically weeping as he licked and slurped your hole like a beast after a kill.
“That’s it, Little One… cum on my fucking face.”
He swipes his large tongue from your ass to your clit- his fingers filling you as he thrusted them in and out of your body at a lightning pace.
You let go completely, the cord inside your stomach snapping as you cum hard against his lips. Juices spurt from your pussy as Sukuna eagerly drinks every last drop you give him.
“Fuck!” you cry out, attempting to grip anything you could get your hands on.
Eventually, you clawed at the hands that held your body up- you were a weightless rag doll, slumped in his grasp as he ate you through your finish. Your vision went white, you could make nothing out as incoherent mumbles fall freely from your lips.
He lapped at your gushing cunt slowly as you came down from your high, in the end lowering you back down to the bed.
Your head spun as you attempted to get a hold of yourself. You had never, ever cum that hard in your life. And yet, you felt the heat return to your body.
Sukuna looked down between your open legs, smiling at the way your cunt twitched- your hole longing to grasp his cock.
“Oh we’re not done yet, Y/N… I think you’re finally ready.”
“Uhh…Ngh..” Your voice was just above a whisper, your tone had gone hoarse from the way you had screamed for him.
And he loved every single second of it.
You were so pliant and submissive, he couldn’t wait to have you like this each and every day. In fact, multiple times a day, as he’s just grown addicted to the taste of your flesh.
Four strong arms pick you up, turning you over and depositing you back down on all fours.
You still had your tights on, the tear exposing your wet cunt and puckered hole to him just like a gift he’s opened.
“Absolutely perfect.”
Taking the back of your neck in a strong grip, you feel him force your head down towards the mattress. He holds you in that position, head down and ass high in the air for his taking.
Sukuna grunts in approval of seeing your current state, another two hands massage the fat of your ass as you hear him discard his robes.
He releases his grip on you, leaning down to whisper into your ear. His hoarse voice was deep and scratchy, making your cunt soak at his words.
“Stay just like that, Little One, and I’ll take care of you.”
He kisses your shoulder, soft light pecks turning into deep bruises as he sucks his way around your upper back.
As he hunches over your bent form and you feel something else- something hot and wet that laps at your holes…
You gasp, it must be the tongue from the mouth on his stomach.
“Oh-Oh god..” you cry out, arching your back.
“Shhh.. baby,” he coos at you, “I’m preparing you for what's to come.”
You whimper at the feeling of a strong, wet appendage running up and down your slit. It stops at each end, circling your swollen clit slowly before making its way back up to your ass. The tongue snakes its way around your puckered hole, making you moan at the combination of the pleasure and the drugs in his saliva.
“Mmm… You taste so good…” he tells you, relishing each and every mewl he pulls from your lips.
Sukuna brings a hand up to your entrance, lifting his lower mouth from your body. He sinks two fingers into your cunt, watching as you push back against his hand.
“That’s it Little One… Fuck yourself on my hands…” He encourages your lewd actions, enjoying the way your cunt sucks him in.
He takes his other hand and brings it to your asshole, circling the wet hole before dipping his finger in, making you cry out.
“Oh god!” you yell out.
He smiles at your reaction, knowing his spit is making the pleasure come forth tenfold. You’re a mess under him; he doesn’t even need to hold your body in place as you keep your ass high in the air.
Sukuna’s fingers work your cunt as he massages the walls of your ass. He works you open slowly until you’re begging him for more.
“Please, please… more, more!” You were a mess under him, mind completely void of logic.
The feeling of having your ass played with was foreign, but not unwelcome. The pressure and tightness of the stretch only lasted a few moments before melting into pure pleasure.
He added another finger into your backside, watching you squirm beneath his touch. It drove him mad to see you like this, one so needy just for him. You would make a perfect vessel to bear his offspring. He planned to ensure that your belly was always swollen with his kin for years to come.
“Fuck- that’s it baby. Cum from your ass… you’re such a good fucking girl.”
The praise from his lips was the last thing you needed to push yourself over for a second time. You cum hard around the four fingers invading your body- clenching down as you scream.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your upper body goes completely limp. Incoherent words left your mouth, a series of mumbles and groans as you drooled onto the bed sheets below.
“My, My Little One…” Sukuna says, looking down in admiration at your fucked-dumb face. “I think you’re finally ready for me.”
His smile is unholy as he takes advantage of your limp form.
He knew that if you were to turn around and see him in his naked glory you would probably run for the hills. The King of Curses decided then to use your fucked-out body as opportunity to enter you.
You knew to expect a giant cock, he was a monster for crying out loud. You thought you could probably take him with enough will power. However, what you weren’t expecting was two cocks. You thought it was a joke that he was playing, but boy were you wrong…
It was two of the largest cocks you’ve ever had. You felt their tips align with each of your holes- one at your waiting cunt, and the other pushed against your ass.
You try to move at the realization of it all, but a firm hand grips the back of your neck- pushing you deep into the lush bedding. Two other hands come up to your hips, using strong thumbs to separate the fat of your ass cheeks and expose your deepest parts to his hungry eyes.
Sukuna mounts you like a beast, you squirm under him as he slowly guides both his cocks into each of your holes.
“Nooo... no!” you cry out, “You’ll tear me apart… the-they won’t fit…” you hiccuped, tears pushing over as you begged him to stop.
“They will fit. You were made for me…”
At his response you feel a glob of spit fall from his mouth. The hot liquid falls onto the top of your crack, sneaking its way down and coating each hole in the crude substance.
You felt him begin to push in, slowly stretching you past your normal limits. You relaxed under his touch, too heated to care, the pain, surprisingly, was only slight as the monster gave you your relief.
Pent up pressure melted into pleasure as you felt your holes clamp down around him. He was huge- each cock had a girth no human man would think possible. His lengths were unmatched… each inch he fed into your hungry body you willingly accepted.
You held your lower half high in the air, forcing your body to take everything he gave as your obscene moans filled the room.
It should be physically impossible, but you don’t know what kind of magic the King of Curses had. Eventually, you felt the hilt of his body press into your backside.
He was seated inside of you- both cocks completely in and stretching your walls as far as they would go. The pain was almost delicious, but Sukuna spent little time allowing you to adjust. He hissed at how tight you were, a snug fit clamping down on his members as if to welcome them home.
You feel him pull out, dragging his shafts against the tightness of your walls before slamming back in.
“Oh fuck!” you cry out as he sets his brutal pace.
Sukuna pounds into you as if he were an animal in rut. His thrusts are quick as he sinks back into you over and over again.
You can hear the sound of skin slapping as he holds your hips in an iron grip, no doubt leaving bruises. He releases his grip on your head, instead focusing on your breasts. They bounce from the power behind his thrusts, each slam of his hips sending you deeper into the throes of pleasure.
With one set of hands reaching under to toy with your nipples, the other holds you still as he bucks into you from behind.
“Fuck, that’s it baby… you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, watching the way his shafts disappear into your tiny little body.
“Yes- fuck me! Fuck… it feels so good,” you tell him as your hazy mind gets lost in your own bliss.
It was like you had forgotten that he kidnapped you, forcing your body to breed under the spell of his drug. Your head was fogged, clouded by the mindless pleasure he gave you.
He continued to pound into you from behind, pushing deep into your womb and ass with each thrust. Your cries rang in his ears like music, he loved each and every crude word he pulled from your lips.
Releasing your breast, a finger snakes under you and finds your swollen clit. He circles it roughly, your bud abused from your first 2 orgasms. Black dots dance across your vision as he toys with you one last time.
With your consciousness threatened, you begin to panic… you couldn’t handle another orgasm- worried you might actually blackout from the mind-numbing experience.
“No.. Fuck…’its too much, I can’t…” You whimper.
He laughs, the sound booming throughout the bedroom as he relishes your sorry state.
“Oh, you can Little One and you WILL.” His words were demanding as he sped up his hips.
He slammed into your holes, the force so hard you would be sent flying if he weren’t holding you down.
It was too much, but you manage to give him one more orgasm… cumming around his cocks, squeezing him tight as the shafts squelched against your wetness.
Tears fall from your eyes, drool drips from your mouth. You moan under him as you feel him release his onslaught on your clit. The abuse from his hips continues, the light of your fight dying as you laid with your ass up, taking every inch of cock he gave you. You hear him hiss out, seeming to be near his end.
“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum, take it… take my fucking seed. Bear my heir, Little One…”
You had hearts in your eyes as you felt his grip on your hips tighten.
Sukuna pulls himself off the bed, standing near the edge and taking you with him. Four hands hold your body close as he fucks into your limp form…
He was feral, treating you like a ragdoll and maneuvering your body like a cocksleeve as he pounded his shafts into you.
The upper half of your body was practically limp, folded in half and smashed onto his cocks. You had nowhere to hold onto as he held you in the air. Your nails clawed against strong, tattooed thighs, you can see the muscle underneath flex each time he thrusted into you.
Sukuna’s grunts filled the room as he lost his mind- practically crazed as he manhandled your body for his own pleasure. He used your holes as fucktoys, driving himself into them in a maddened frenzy. He feels the weight of his balls swing as they seize up against his body, ready to blow his load at any moment.
“That’s it.. Fuck- you’re such a good girl, I’m- I’m gonna cum…”
He groans one last time, shoving his cocks as deep as they would go, pushing against your cervix almost painfully. White, hot cum spurts from his shafts- coating the walls of your cunt and ass in his essence. The King of Curses had a lot to give as he filled every crevice of you with his seed.
“Mmm. Unghh….” you moaned, voice hoarse from your previous cries as you let him fill you.
He held your body close, keeping himself fully seated inside of you. The heat of his cum was a welcomed feeling, your previous desires finally seeming to be sated…
Moments go by before you realize he wasn’t pulling out. You attempt to squirm out of his grasp, but he holds you even tighter, maneuvering your body into a seated position on his cocks.
He supports you with firm hands, moving so that he can sit on the edge of the bed with you facing outward in his lap.
Instinctively, you cuddle into his large torso. You feel his mouth tongue come out, licking your lower back once as if to let you know you were safe…
That you and the baby conceived were safe.
Sukuna holds you close, guiding your head to his large chest and caressing your hair like a treasured pet.
You let him do what he wants, no longer having the energy to make so much as a snarky comment. You sniffle, overwhelmed by both the amazing sex and your current situation.
“Shh y/n,” he coos. “We must wait until my seed fully takes.”
It’s all he tells you before your eyes are shutting. Heavy lids come to a close as you rested limp against his body.
The King of Curses allows it, knowing that this was just the beginning of many many more times tonight. He might’ve been successful this first round, but he couldn’t help himself at the thought of having you multiple times.
He grins as he inhales your scent, the smell of you already working wonders to calm his active mind.
📌If you like corporate angst, questionable power dynamics, toxic love triangles, and men being menaces, congrats—you’re in the right place. 🖤💀
💌ABOUT MY CATS💌
🐾 My Cats with Flowers
🔥HEADCANONS & UNSOLICITED OPINIONS🔥
📜 JJK Controversial Opinion: The Anti-Sugar Baby Manifesto 📜 [Tumblr/Ao3]
🌌 Why yo JJK Daddy won't fuck you in his domain 🌌 [Tumblr/Ao3]
👔 Nanami Kento - Swearing Headcanon 👔 [Tumblr]
🧿 Why Nanago makes more sense than Satosugu - A psych eval
👩💻 Angsty Nanago Glazers Community - A support group for those of us who believe Nanago makes more sense than Satosugu. Go argue with a wall.
📖LONG FICS & SERIES📖
🥂 Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage 🥂 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Ongoing
Nanami Kento x F!Non-Sorceress CEO Reader x Gojo Satoru
Ryomen Sukuna x F!Non-Sorceress CEO Reader
Higuruma Hiromi x CHRO F!Reader
📖 Summary: You should be overjoyed that Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento are your husbands. But you feel your skin crawl as you become the third wheel in your own marriage.
Multiple readers + multiple endings with different men.
🦝 Crack Extended Cut: Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage 🦝 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Ongoing
Nanami Kento x F!Non-Sorceress CEO Reader x Gojo Satoru
📖 Summary: Collection of oneshots that didn't make it into the main plotline but are still funny. Gojo Satoru becomes a model, and Nanami Kento has beef with Vogue. Their housekeeping staff meets the office. Mostly fluff with light angst. Will add other couples too down the line. Reality + Social Media + Poly + Vogue + Unhinged murderous raccoon + Bored staff who roast Gojo.
🌘 Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage - Glass House 🌒 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Alternate Universe Oneshot Completed
Nanami Kento x F!Reader x Gojo Satoru
📖 Summary: It begins with a knock at the door, and Nanami is met with an unexpected visitor: drenched & seemingly lost. As the rain pours outside, he reveals a haunting truth—he believes he has seen someone from their past, someone they both thought was gone forever. As the night unfolds, the two confront that linger in their memories, grappling with the shadows that refuse to fade. With tension building & emotions running high, Nanami must navigate the other's unraveling mind while facing the specters of their shared history.
🤖 Artificial Devotion 🤖 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Ongoing
Satoru Gojo x F!Reader + Alpha!Nanami Kento
📖 Summary: In a society ruled by intimacy algorithms & scent-coded hierarchies, Alpha Nanami Kento pays to keep two rogue Omegas safe—Satoru & the girl he would die for.
It’s not love. It’s a transaction.
Until it isn’t.
A dystopian Omegaverse with low smut, more power, longing, & the slow horror of wanting to be chosen.
Omegaverse (but make it dystopian no power AU), less-smut-focus, plot-heavy, dark sci-fi, psychological, a lil bit feral.
🥩 Mouth to Meat 🥩 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Completed
Cannibal Yakuza Ryomen Sukuna x [Retracted] F!Reader
📖 Summary: Dr. Y/N L/N is tasked with profiling Ryomen Sukuna, a feared yakuza boss known for his violent tendencies and taste for human flesh. Through a series of therapy sessions, she gains his trust—or so it seems. But Sukuna isn’t the only predator in the room. Behind Y/N’s professional demeanor hides a secret far darker than even Sukuna’s sins. When the masks drop, it’s clear: monsters don’t always look like him.
📚 To Love & To Ruin 📚 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Ongoing
Teacher!Geto Suguru Vs Nanago (Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru)
📖 Summary: Suguru finds himself entangled in a web of his own making, unsure whether he’s trying to fix what he broke or just ruin what Gojo has built. Meanwhile, Nanako and Mimiko’s meddling could have consequences none of them are ready for. Also, Sukuna’s getting sealed in Shibuya!
🧂CRACK COCAINE🧂
🐯 Ooga Booga Battle Royale 🐯 [Tumblr/Ao3]
F!Reader x Pre-Historic Neanderthal JJK daddies + mommies (Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Zenin Toji, Ryomen Sukuna, & more)
📖 Summary: Prehistoric, period-accurate Neanderthal JJK daddies fighting over you? With grunts, rocks, & zero verbal communication? Say less.
🤰 Help! I'm a Woman & I Got My Two Male Boyfriends Pregnant 🤰 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x F!Reader x Ryomen Sukuna
📖 Summary: You got Gojo Satoru & Ryomen Sukuna pregnant. Now they’re spiraling, thinking you’re going to leave them. Send Mother Mary.
☎️ Final Fantasy Grandpa Buys a Phone ☎️ [Tumblr/Ao3]
Ft. UncKuna Ryomen Sukuna, Retail Worker GN!Reader, Gen Z Android User Itadori Yuji, Millennial iPhone User Inumaki Toge (Can & will speak), Hot Crush at First Sight Fushiguro Megumi
📖 Summary: Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, discovers the horrors of modern technology while trying to buy a phone. Yuji drags his immortal uncle through the chaos of retail hell, Inumaki records everything for clout, & Megumi accidentally becomes the Internet’s newest thirst trap.
Or: In which Sukuna learns about Bluetooth while he and Yuji gets a crush, & Inumaki becomes the worst kind of friend.
(Feat. awkward flirting, grandpa rage, accidental simping, & enough secondhand embarrassment to power a small city.)
😏 In Ratio Veritas: Someone got Nanami Kento Pregnant & it's not Gojo Satoru 😏 [Tumblr/Ao3]
F!Pregnant Reader x Gojo Satoru x Pregnant Special Grade Nanami Kento
📖 Summary: You got Nanami Kento pregnant. Now he's demanding compensation and you didn't even know you could get whole ass special grade man pregnant while also trying to hide it from both your other husband Gojo Satoru or he won't let Nanami live. God Speed.
🥤 Inumaki Toge meets Gojo's wife 🥤 [Tumblr/Ao3]
📖 Summary: What the title says and its 1200 words of misunderstandings and Gojo being Gojo while Nanami sighs and Yuta is questioning his existence.
🐈 Send Gojo? No. Send Nanami? Also No, But Less No. 🐈 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Tsukumo Yuki x F!Reader x Ieiri Shoko - Pre-established but Nanami Kento & Gojo Satoru are also here.
📖 Summary: In which Nanami gets emotionally & physically taxed, Gojo should never be left unsupervised, & Shoko, Yuki, & you hold an unholy amount of power over them both.
or
What if you, Shoko & Yuki, are in a poly relationship & somehow all your cycles sync? How much are we torturing Nanami???
🍗 The Gojo & Geto KFC Breakup: A Sukuna & Toji Reenactment 🍗 [Tumblr/Ao3]
📖 Summary: The JJK gang reenacts the KFC breakup in their own deranged ways.
🥣 How a PowerPoint Ruined My Sex Life (And Why I’m Suing Yuki Tsukumo) 🥣 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Nanami Kento x Alien Reader
📖 Summary: Nanami Kento is a man of discipline, reason, and impeccable self-control. But when his alien girlfriend learns about "consent" from Yuki Tsukumo's questionable PowerPoint, his life spirals into chaos. Now, he’s eating cereal in the corner of his apartment, questioning his choices, and plotting revenge.
🌸 Fluffy Oneshots🌸
🍒 Tsundere vs. Tsundere: A Battle of Pride (& Boob Grabs) 🍒 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Tsundere!Four-Armed!Ryomen Sukuna x Even More Tsundere!Reader
📖 Summary: You want to touch his tiddies.
💋 Bubble Butt Problems 💋 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Nanami Kento X GN!Reader X Gojo Satoru
📖 Summary: Nanami Kento has a problem, you & your wandering hands!
🍼 Indisputable Evidence of Baby Girl Behavior 🍼 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x F!Reader
📖 Summary: Welcome to the National Baby Girl Census, where we gather empirical evidence on how quickly Gojo Satoru folds when you say one-just one-magic word. This is a scientific study (real). Read responsibly. Or don’t. I know y’all are feral.
🦇 Smudges & Giggles 🦇 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Trueform!Ryomen Sukuna x GN!VampireReader
📖 Summary: Vampire you comes home drunk to Ryomen Sukuna, who's trying his best to get the makeup off your face while you try to become a menace incarnate.
💈 Underappreciated JJK Undercut Appreciation: How to flirt with Nanami Kento's Undercut 💈 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Pre-Relationship Nanami Kento x Reader
📖 Summary: Nanami Kento: the man, the myth, the legend. Also, the man who’s about to learn that no amount of discipline can withstand the sheer chaos of a reader with a mission. Today’s mission? Touch. The. Undercut. Let’s see how long he lasts. <3
💇 Underappreciated JJK Undercut Appreciation: How to flirt with Gojo's Undercut 💇 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x Reader
📖 Summary: Gojo Satoru’s undercut is a work of art, & you’re only human.
When you finally give in to the urge to touch it, his reaction is… well, let’s just say it’s very Gojo.
🩸The Unsolicited Sister-In-Law/Aniyome/Bhabhi Promotion Arc🩸 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Itadori Choso x Reader
📖 Summary: Modern Jujutsu Tech College AU – Choso is a young, grungy yet emotionally competent sorcerer-teacher, sharing faculty duties with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Haibara, Sukuna (somehow not evil), Toji (we don't ask), and Shoko. You are a non-sorcerer administrative adjunct who somehow ends up in situations you don’t fully understand.
🍷 Sips of Solitude 🍷 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru or lovingly Nanago/Gonana
📖 Summary: Satoru Gojo, the invincible sorcerer, faces an unexpected challenge on his birthday: loneliness. But when he ropes Nanami Kento into a night of drinking, things take a hilarious turn. From awkward sips to questionable drinks, watch Gojo navigate the perils of birthday surprises and hangovers, all while discovering the true meaning of friendship in the unlikeliest of places.
🖤 Angsty Oneshots 🖤
🎉 Seven Minutes in Heaven 🎉 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x F!Reader
📖 Summary: It was supposed to be a normal frat party. Just a stupid game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Just him, king of never taking anything seriously, getting shoved into a closet for a dumb dare. And yet. Now, he can’t sleep. Can’t think. Can’t stop thinking about you. And one by one, his friends are starting to realize—Whatever happened in that closet? It never really ended.
🔪 We had a taste & now we can't leave you 🔪 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader x Nanami Kento
📖 Summary: A night of reckless attraction leads to obsession as two dangerous men, Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, refuse to let you go. What begins as a fleeting connection spirals into a dark, inescapable reality where freedom no longer exists.
⌛ Heat & Dust: Where the Wind Calls Her Name ⌛ [Tumblr/Ao3]
Nanami Kento x F!Wife Reader
📖 Summary: Nanami & his wife were happy. That was before Rajasthan. Because when the wind howls through the ruins, the whispers call a name.
(A slow-burn tragedy about a love lost & a man who never stopped looking.)
🦜 The Quiet After 🦜 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Lima Syndrome/Yandere Gojo Satoru x F!Reader
📖 Summary: You hated him. He loved you for it. But hate stains—and gods don’t bleed.
🦂 Until the end of me 🦂 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Ieiri Shoko x F!Reader x Gojo Satoru
📖 Summary: Gojo Satoru is obsessed with Ieiri Shoko's girlfriend.
🗻Winter’s Last Breath🗻[Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x Reader, Prev. Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento
📖 Summary: Gojo Satoru comes back to Tokyo with no memories, a new wife, & no idea what he’s lost.
☕ Residual ☕ [Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x F!Reader in Nanami's body
📖 Summary: They told her he died. Or someone did.
Now she walks in Nanami’s body, haunted by memories she never lived—and Gojo Satoru won’t stop looking at her.
A story about cursed continuations, misplaced memory, and the kind of love that survives the grave. Not a fix-it. Not quite a romance. Just grief with teeth, liminality, and canon Gojo being canon Gojo: brilliant, broken, and almost remembering. Canon-compliant up to Chapter 236.
🦴 Marrow 🦴[Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento
📖 Summary: It all begins with a late-night phone call that pulls Nanami from the comfort of his drink & into a chilling encounter. When he arrives, he finds a disquieting state, leading him deeper into a world of unsettling revelations. With tension mounting & secrets unraveling, the two face the darkness that has haunted them for years, leading to a haunting conclusion that challenges their understanding of identity & loyalty.
🛐 Hollow Worship: It was never about him 🛐 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x Reader, Nanami Kento
📖 Summary: Gojo Satoru was used to being admired. Worshipped, even. That was the natural order of things. But worship isn’t always devotion. Sometimes, it’s possession. Sometimes, it’s something far worse.
💉 Anesthesia 💉 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento
📖 Summary: In the aftermath of a devastating car accident, Satoru awakens in a hospital room, grappling with the reality alongside Nanami.
🌊 I lost you when I lost me 🌊 [Tumblr/Ao3]
JJK Men x Reader
📖 Summary: You never wanted to say it.
You never wanted him to know.
But when the truth comes out—when the realization hits—there’s no escaping the devastation that follows.
🌼 His Chrysanthemums 🌼 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Widowed!Fushiguro Toji x GN!Reader
📖 Summary: Grief lingers like a shadow, following even the strongest hearts. Toji’s world was shattered, and though time moved forward, he remained anchored to the memory of what he’d lost. A new presence offers a chance to heal, but unseen and unheard, someone fights to return to him, defying the laws of life & death.
👁️ In Shadows of His Heart 👁️ Watching Megumi fall in love with someone else 👁️ [Tumblr/Ao3]
Fushiguro Megumi x Unrequited GN!Reader
📖 Summary: I watched him from the shadows, from across hallways and rooftops, through laughter and heartache. Over the years, Megumi Fushiguro became the centre of a world he’d never known he created within me. My words stayed locked away, my feelings buried, while he found comfort in another’s arms. And still, I remain—close enough to share his silence, yet forever worlds apart from the piece of him I can never reach.
🤫 Silent Whispers 🤫 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Inumaki Toge x F!Reader
📖 Summary: Toge's speech may be limited, but his emotions are not. On his birthday, you both deepen a connection that is quiet yet unbreakable.
🚨 Through Tears & Determination 🚨 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Lovely Runner meets Nanami Kento
📖 Summary: Imagine being an obsessed Lovely Runner fangirl, but instead of saving your bias, you’re in Shibuya trying to keep Nanami alive. Good luck.
🔥 Smutty Oneshots 🔥
🤓 The Symphony of Spite 🤓 [Tumblr/Ao3]
Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Therapist Reader x Nanami Kento
Crybaby!Gojo Satoru x ..... (he's after one of your manz)
📖 Summary: No summary. You can read at your own risk. Because I don't even know what a good summary for this would be.
Also Crybaby!Gojo getting backshots from his Yandere.
Toji, Hiromi, Shoko, Kusakabe, Ijichi, Ino, Suguru, & Haibara are also here for reasons.
Comes with a chart to understand everything better.
⏰ The Cruelty of Time: We all will get old someday, so this is for the small wins. ⏰ [Tumblr/Ao3]
Nanami Kento x F!Reader, Gojo Satoru x F!Reader, Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader (Separate)
📖 Summary: Nanami/Gojo/Sukuna always know when something is wrong. He gives you space. He waits. But patience only lasts so long when the woman he adores refuses to speak. If words won’t do, he has other ways of making you talk. (All men get their separate parts & have different readers, but the plot is connected, so it's recommended to read all.)
💎 Velvet Sin & Clandestine Vows 💎 [Tumblr/Ao3]Nanami Kento x Billionaire F!Reader (Also, Gojo Satoru is there)
📖 Summary: Nanami at a bougie party? Weird. Nanami getting dragged into a bathroom with a mysterious woman? Even weirder. Let the scandal begin.
📬ASK BOX STATUS: OPEN📬
💌 Requests are open! I love writing angst, dark content, & crack humor fluff. Feel free to send ideas or prompts!
🚫 No incest or grooming requests, but murder & genocide? Fine. Hahahaha.
🎤 DROP A POLL BEFORE YOU GO: 🤔 What’s the worst decision in this masterlist?
Gojo getting pregnant (????)
Sukuna being a double-door fridge
Nanami’s kazoo-related workplace violence
You letting Gojo & Haibara exist in the same fic
Toji & Kusakabe being Bigbacks
Choso & Ino being in love
Kashimo hating on Kenjaku
Suguru bullying Gojo
Reader being chaotic
Yuji trying to be Megumi's bestie
Shoko & Higuruma starting a company wide hate-mail chain on Sukuna
Yuki having a crush on Toji
Voting ended onFeb 5, 2025
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A/N: When your husband is the 'Strongest' but you’ve weaponized him into a Tamagotchi-toting simp. Enjoy this masterclass in psychological warfare (ft. Gojo’s ‘I live to serve’ arc). No spoilers, but someone does get a QR code tramp stamp.
[TikTok Video: Part 2—Gojo Satoru | Caption: “ Gojo husband maintenance log: 8 months pregnant, we have reached submission stage. ” ]
TikTok audio: Ariana Grande’s “ Be my baby x God is a woman ” sped up + reverb
The video opens slow. Cinematic.
Sunlight bleeds through floor-to-ceiling glass. The balcony’s windswept and expensive. The view? Definitely illegal. Somewhere too high for your accountant to approve.
Gojo Satoru.
Shirtless. Sprawled on a designer couch like an unpaid model in a fragrance commercial. He’s in low-waist grey joggers that should be a felony, casually multitasking—scrolling TikTok with one hand and updating a glowing confidential file on his tablet with the other.
It’s titled,
“Structural Reform Proposal v19—For Wife Only 🩷”
The subfolder glows faintly.
“Things That Need Fixing (Again).”
You approach. Pregnant. Dangerous. Vengeful.
He senses you. Of course he does.
His spine straightens half an inch. But he doesn’t look up.
Instead—
Gojo (dryly) says, “What are we doing today, my violently radiant wife?”
You drop a massive blond wig on his head. Bangs. Side part. Slightly tragic. “You’re Nanami now.”
Without missing a beat, he slouches deeper into the cushions. Wig sliding slightly off. Then in a serious, grim voice, he mutters, “I feel responsible for everything. The weight of your cravings, your mood swings, the socioeconomic collapse… it’s all my fault.”
You nod, solemn. “Perfect.”
You shove a glittering pacifier into his mouth.
He accepts it. No resistance. No blinking.
You drag a giant baby onesie over his head. It says “ MILF’s Emotional Support Weapon ” in Comic Sans.
Gojo, muffled, sighs, “Anything for the mother of my spawns.”
Temporary tattoos. You slap them on his arms—one reads “ World’s #1 Wife Addict,” and the other is a scannable QR code that links to your game’s latest teaser trailer. A game where both your husbands play morally ambiguous villains with god complexes. Subtle.
You yank his expensive watch off his wrist and replace it with a glittery pink Tamagotchi.
Then you whisper in his ear, “Your new cursed technique is emotional availability.”
He gasps. Actually gasps. “That’s… beyond special grade. That’s divine.”
You kiss his forehead.
He drops the pacifier to the floor. Then bows like a knight, “I am but your loyal simp. Take my life. Take my Google Calendar.”
The camera pans to you. Barefoot. Pregnant glow + villain era contour. You look like you could file for divorce and buy a private island in the same breath.
Voiceover:
“I have successfully trained the strongest alive. He no longer asks why. He simply… submits.”
You pan back to him. He’s staring now. Quiet. Intent. Wig still tragically perfect.
The Tamagotchi chirps.
Camera zooms.
Gojo speaks low, dangerous, feral. “You keep testing me like this, and I’ll knock you up again before the first ones even get here.”
Cut to static.
Top Comment:
@ThreeEyesDaddyKashimo: THAT LINE???? SIR????
@CloutSaveTheGod: I taught him everything he knows.
@PolyChaosCollective_Hakari: This marriage is a psyop. I’m obsessed.
@CEOofCursedEnergyCappyBaraYu: The tamagotchi really said, ‘Domain Expansion: Codependency.’
@TamagotchiTraumaTojisTesties: This is not husband content. This is weaponized submission. I fear them.
@TwoDicksKing: Your marriage is performance art, and I would pay for the Patreon.
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A/N: If you cackled, gasped, or now need a ‘MILF’s Emotional Support Weapon’ onesie immediately, roast me in the comments. (Gojo’s ego needs CPR. Nanami’s watching this unfold like a war crime documentary.)
Previous Oneshot Chapter same situation but with Nanami Kento in a different setting [Tumblr/Ao3] | Main Series [Tumblr/Ao3]
Kitty taehyun and bunny soobin needy af bcs of their heat🥵 need something to fill their womb.
i jumped for joy. and maybe got a little ahead of myself.
— cw; hybrid au, boypussy taehyun and soobin, dog reader (th) & wolf reader (sb), domtop amab reader. need i say more?
— KITTY!TAEHYUN 🐈⬛
taehyun wasn’t letting up on why he needed you to come over to his place right at that moment — he didn't pick up. he had sent you cryptic texts in the middle of the day:
what are you up to rn?
are you busy?
can you come over?
and this was coming after a day or so of sparse communication. he wasnt the best with tech but this was getting concerning so you responded by dialling his number only to be met with his voicemail. then you had simply no choice but to stop what you were doing to head to his place.
you’d only been dating him for a few weeks but taehyun had burrowed deep into your heart. the golden retriever to his black cat, he brought out the best in you and you in him. you weren’t planning on letting him go anytime soon.
all that to say, if there was one thing you weren’t expecting, even as you could smell him from his front door, it was to find your boyfriend in his bedroom, stark naked, tail up and face down with two fingers buried in his leaking pussy from between his legs.
his scent is suddenly overwhelming, fresh laundry and cedar blending and filling all of your pores. your body responds instantly to his pheromones and pumps out your own, cock stirring in interest as you watch him fuck himself.
“t-taehyunnie?”
he turns to face you when you enter and your mouth somehow opens wider than before. his cheeks and neck are flushed a deep red, teary eyes squeezing shut when he meets yours. you’re in your work uniform. his cunt throbbed around his fingers, which haven’t stoped moving. “baby, please i need you,”
you stride to his behind and strip your clothes along the way. you keep a hold on your shirt to hand it to him. taehyun takes it and buries his face into it, dark ears flattening on his head in submission. the way your smell immediately silenced the ravenous thoughts in his head, taehyun knew he made the right choice calling for you.
you’re mesmerised by the sight of his cunt red and raw, slick dousing his thighs and ass. no doubt about it: he’s in heat. the first time you’d even seen him at the complete mercy of his animal side. shit, how long had he been like this?
“fuck, kitten.” you moan at his unusual debauchery, at the lewd sight of taehyun presenting himself for you, his tail swishing in the air. “should've come sooner, wish you told me.” you hold his wrist gently, hissing lowly as the heat exuding from his body, and pull out his fingers.
your boyfriend is whining before he realises it but it morphs into a pretty whimper as your fingers replace his own. they slide up his slit and collect his wetness, so you can spread it over your now fully erect cock. he’s gasping as he feels you press at his pussy, back arching in hunger. “pleaseplease please, puppy!”
you shush him gently, letting your hands run over his sweaty, athletic body. he was burning up. you hadn’t spoken yet about his heats, or your ruts. but taehyun needed you to take care of him right now and you’d be damned if you didn’t rise to the occasion.
with bold hands on his slim hips, you sink into taehyun’s cunt with ease. he’s moaning and cumming around your fill instantly. you know he is because you’re felt it before, just never this soon, never with such a gush of his essence.
“oh my god, fuck.” filled with awe and affection, your canine instincts get the better of you, fucking him through it and sending him quickly on the course to another. the sound of your hips hitting his ass fill the air. your scent now permeates the room too, even as your boyfriend has drooled over your shirt. “so wet baby, can you hear that? all for me?”
he shivers at your words, turning back to look at you through cloudy eyes as moans fall from his lips. you’d had sex before definitely, fucked like the animals you were when emotions got high. but this was different — his body called for you in ways he’d never felt with anyone before. when he reaches back to hold your hand, you knew his answer without him having to say a word.
your orgasm builds up quickly with the intensity. taehyun has lost almost all of his strength, only being held up by your hands. as your knot starts to catch with every thrust, you lie him flat on his stomach and prop yourself up with your elbows by his head.
you’re much closer now, sweaty body moving against his as you milk him for all that he’s worth, your cock reaching deeper and deeper. taehyun’s sharp side profile steals your attention, and you grasp his face to kiss him. he’s too far gone to reciprocate, only thinking about getting your pups inside him, but you swallow his swollen lips anyway, claiming both his mouth and pussy.
he was gonna cum, again. you pull away with a deep groan as he tightens up around you, finding solace in his sweet gland hidden in his neck. “tyun, angel, ‘m getting c-close.”
“stay in me!” he demands with a slur, tilting his hips back. you twitch inside him at his demand, wanting nothing more than to breed him, consequences forgotten. not when he offered himself up to you and begged so prettily.
you move your weigh to one arm, hard thrusts never ceasing. the other moves under taehyun’s thick muscles until your hand slides between his soaking legs to find that sensitive little nub. your balls tap against your fingers as you move them in quick circles, taehyun crying out beneath you.
your knot pops into him and he locks you in place as he unravels around your cock for the third time. you whisper sweet nothings by his fluttering ears, delving into light growls as your dick spurts generously inside of him, filling him up with your seed.
oh yeah, taehyun thinks in his cockdrunk stupor, as you pepper kisses onto his neck and rock your cock into him, your first ever tie with him pulsing against his tender walls. i’m not letting you go either.
— BUNNY!SOOBIN 🐰
soobin is grabbing at you as soon as the door closes behind you. at your overgrown bunny pushing you up against it and pulling at your light joggers, a laugh bubbles out of your throat.
“wait, bun let’s take our shoes off at least.”
it’s warm outside and inside as the spring afternoon sun pours into your apartment, so you don’t have that many layers on. it was the season for his heats but it was here earlier than anticipated.
he could barely keep his hand off of you when you were out earlier, your pheromones mixing dangerously with the blooming flowers bustling wildlife left his body calling for you, cunt gushing. as soon as you noticed the spikes in his aroma (you and some others), a soft dust on his cheeks and ears, you came back home.
your boyfriend kicks off his birks and pulls down his shorts and underwear just as fast. then he’s leaning against the entryway table, long legs tempting as they rub against each other for some release as you stand there, entranced.
“are you gonna make me open my legs too? fuckin’ come here and touch me!” he whines, throwing his head back. he’s already sweating, starting to shiver. your heart squeezes at your mate’s desperation and you quickly move in front of him.
“i’m sorry baby. won’t happen again.” you use one hand to part his legs and the other pulls at your drawstrings. soobin is drenched and his eyes begin to water when you rub your cockhead between his pussy lips, body on fire.
soobin bites his lip as his heart thumps in his chest, animal instinct roaring their head. his scent turns even sweeter, the tones of sandalwood disappearing under a sickly vanilla. it permeates the air and your sight becomes foggy. you can feel how his hole clenches against the weight of your throbbing dick, only pushing out more slick in need.
his hips buck as he looks into your narrowed eyes, no longer amused at his state but serious, focused, predatory. like you were going to take his willing body for everything he could give you, and then some more.
“so sensitive bunny. soaking wet just so you can take my knot, hm?” you cover yourself in it, and pull one of his legs around his waist as he nods. soobin pulls off your shirt and runs his hands over your body, big palms landing on your traps just as you push in. he cries out when your big, pulsing dick fills up his cunt and makes him arch his back.
the table thumps against the wall as you breed your beautiful bunny, filthy wet noises of pleasure filling the small space. he looked the prettiest a mess like this, long black ears half covering his flushed face. his white cream spreads all over your cock from how well you fuck him, mixing with your first load.
“fuck, alpha!” he pants with his mouth open, hands now propped up behind him to watch as your tie begins to swell at the base of your length again. he’s already cum three times, his fluffy tail and asshole twitching ceaselessly from his primal desire for you. after you’ve plugged up your loads, soobin’s decided he’ll have you fill up his ass next.
you already know of his plans by how he looks at you — with dark eyes like he can’t get enough of you, like he’d stay with you even if it killed him. you think in another universe he would’ve been part wolf, like yourself. soobin would’ve still been your prey either way.
“taking me so good—! g’na fill this pussy up binnie, fuuck.. ‘n give you allll my babies,”
a number of miscellaneous decorations have fallen from the table to the floor with your wild actions. your knot is getting bigger and bigger, balls growing heavy once more. even as your cum and his have made a mess down the front of your pants and the floor.
“nnggh yes! please baby—!”
he pulls you into a kiss and locks his arms around your shoulders. his muscular thigh tenses in your grip as you hold him open and fuck into him a few more times until your knot pops in and expands fully, your orgasm hitting you like a brick when soobin’s cunt locks you in place.
your thick cock pulses inside of him and soobin pulls away to sing for you, reaching his high again when he feels you pump your seed into his waiting womb. you grunt and growl by his ear at the grip his soft walls have around you, and pick him up onto the table so he can curl around your waist, keep you deep.
a wave of relief falls over soobin’s body when you grind into him with small moans, gripping his waist as his pussy squeezes. he watches you with high cheeks. he loved you more than you could imagine. at his pretty dimples, you kiss his sweaty forehead, “happy now?”
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