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summary. “you make it sound easy. . . ” a sleepless night, a quiet apartment, and the kind of silence that feels heavier than it should. you’re caught between panic and paralysis — the weight of everyone else moving forward while you stay still. and when it all finally cracks open, choso finds you there, trembling and breathless, teaching you that stillness isn’t failure, that you’re not a clock to keep up with the world. he holds you through the shaking, through the noise, through the ache of feeling too much — until breathing starts to feel like living again.
triggers/warnings. non-sorcerer modern au, depression and anxiety themes, emotional breakdown, panic attack depiction, late-night setting, comfort and grounding touch, crying, heavy introspection, reassurance and emotional intimacy, rich domestic environment, gentle manhandling (pulling closer, holding through panic), warm clingy dynamic, poetic dialogue, hurt/comfort tone.
a/n. i wrote this on a night when i watched my friends do all the things i wish i’d done — chasing their dreams, finding direction, laughing about the future like it was something they owned — while i sat still, feeling like i’d missed the train. i wrote this wishing i had someone to talk to, someone who could remind me it’s okay to pause. if you’re reading this and the world feels too fast, i hope you have someone to talk to too. and if you don’t right now, let this story hold you until you do.
GOJO SATORU
under the soft light of the living room lamp, gojo finds you curled up on the couch, your knees drawn close to your chest and your phone lying face down on the carpet. the faint hum of the air conditioner fills the silence, but it’s not enough to drown out the quiet sniffles escaping from you. he was just coming home from a late meeting, humming some ridiculous tune under his breath, thinking about how he’d surprise you with that bubble tea you liked, the one that takes forever to get because the line is always ridiculously long. but now, seeing you like this — your face hidden behind trembling fingers, your body shaking in that uneven rhythm of a person trying to hold themselves together — the sound catches in his throat, and the only thing that escapes him is your name, soft and worried.
he sets down the drink and crouches beside you, his long fingers hovering for a moment before touching your shoulder. “hey, sweetheart,” he whispers, his tone stripped of the usual teasing warmth, replaced by something smaller, gentler. “what’s going on, hm?”
you don’t answer right away. your lips are trembling, and your breath comes out too fast, too uneven. when you finally lift your face, your eyes are swollen, rimmed red, and there’s that blankness in your stare that makes his heart squeeze. “i— i don’t know,” you start, your voice cracking. “i just— i feel like everyone’s doing something, you know? everyone’s moving somewhere, getting promotions, graduating, getting married, having babies— just… doing something with their lives—” you swallow hard, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, your words coming out in gasps, tangled and desperate, “—and i’m just here. i wake up, i exist, i try to pretend like i’m okay, but i’m not doing anything— i’m not going anywhere— i’m just— stuck— i’m—”
he reaches out, brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb, but you keep talking. the words are spilling faster now, your breath hitching, your chest rising too quickly, too harshly, the sentences colliding with each other like waves against rocks.
“—and i keep trying, i swear i keep trying, i plan things, i make lists, i tell myself i’ll start tomorrow, but tomorrow comes and i can’t do it, i can’t move, i can’t think, i can’t breathe, and then i see everyone else doing fine and i just— i just feel like— like maybe there’s something wrong with me, maybe i’m broken, maybe i’m just—” your breathing turns shallow, your hands tremble against your lap, and you can’t finish.
gojo moves instantly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you against his chest. “hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, his voice soft but steady, his hand stroking the back of your head, “breathe, baby, breathe for me, okay? slow down.” but you’re already spiraling. your chest heaves, your fingers clutch at his shirt, your lips quiver as your lungs refuse to cooperate. your heartbeat thunders so loudly that it feels like it’s echoing in your ears, and suddenly everything is too much— the sound, the light, even the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
“satoru—” you gasp out, voice trembling, eyes wide, “i— i can’t— i can’t breathe—”
he cups your face immediately, his touch grounding and firm. “hey, look at me,” he says, his voice shaking just slightly because god, he hates seeing you like this, “look at me, sweetheart. breathe with me, okay? in—” he inhales slowly, exaggeratedly, guiding you with his chest rising beneath your trembling hands. “—and out.” he exhales softly, his breath brushing your forehead. “again. in, baby. come on, with me.”
you try, but your breath stutters halfway, your throat closing in. “i— i can’t— it hurts—”
“i know, i know, shh, it’s okay,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours now, his voice barely above a hum, “you’re okay. i’m right here, yeah? nothing’s gonna happen to you. you’re safe. just keep looking at me.”
you’re shaking, your tears soaking into his shirt as your body trembles like it’s caught between fight and collapse. he rocks you gently, the rhythm of his movements slow and hypnotic. his hand slips under your chin, tilting your face up slightly. “that’s it, baby, you’re doing so good,” he murmurs, kissing your damp forehead, “just breathe, okay? nice and slow. you’re not alone. you’ll never be alone.”
his voice is steady now, a constant murmur of reassurance — nonsense, endearments, soft apologies you don’t even need to hear but he can’t stop saying. “i got you, angel. i got you. you’re my baby, remember? it’s okay to feel lost sometimes. it’s okay to not have everything figured out. you don’t have to do anything for me to love you. you could stay right here forever and i’d still be proud of you.”
your fingers clutch weakly at the front of his shirt, your breaths coming a little slower now. he feels it — the way your heartbeat starts to sync with his, the way your shoulders begin to relax, even as your tears keep falling. he doesn’t move, doesn’t let go, just keeps holding you, whispering against your temple like a prayer.
“you’re safe,” he keeps saying. “you’re not falling apart. you’re just tired. and that’s okay. you’ve been holding yourself together for so long, haven’t you?”
you nod weakly against him, a choked sound escaping your throat. “i’m— i’m trying— i swear i’m trying—”
“i know, baby,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i see it. every day. even when you think you’re doing nothing, i see how hard you’re trying. how you get up. how you smile for me when you don’t feel like it. how you still care about everything even when you’re exhausted. that’s strength, you hear me? that’s not nothing.”
he cups your face again, brushing away the fresh tears. “you’re not behind. you’re not stuck. life’s not a race, angel. you’re just moving at your own pace, and that’s fine. the world’s loud and messy, and it makes you think you’re supposed to be running all the time, but you don’t have to. not with me.”
you take a shaky breath, the air still uneven but calmer now, your eyes closing as you rest your head against his chest. his heartbeat is steady under your ear, strong and grounding.
“just… breathe with me,” he murmurs again, his hand tracing lazy circles against your back. “nothing else matters right now, okay? just me and you. just this moment.”
you nod faintly, your voice small. “i hate this feeling.”
“i know, sweetheart.” his voice cracks a little, but he keeps smiling, because he knows you’ll look up and need to see it. “but you’ll get through it. we’ll get through it. i’m not going anywhere, okay?”
you mumble something against his chest, incoherent, but he understands. he always does. he pulls the blanket draped over the couch and wraps it around you both, tucking you closer until you’re almost on his lap. his hand never stops moving — rubbing your arm, tracing your spine, brushing stray hair from your face — until the trembling in your body finally starts to fade.
the minutes pass slowly. your breathing steadies, your eyes flutter half-closed, and he leans down to press a kiss against the crown of your head.
“hey,” he whispers, voice low and tender. “you’re my favorite person in the whole world, you know that?”
you hum faintly, tired and small.
“and i mean it,” he continues, his words spilling like warm honey, slow and deliberate. “you don’t need to build an empire or change the world to matter. you already matter. to me. to everyone who loves you. you’ve got a heart that feels too much and dreams that scare you and that’s beautiful, baby. don’t ever think you’re falling behind just because your path looks different.”
he lets out a quiet laugh, breathless, soft. “hell, if life’s a race, i’d rather walk with you anyway. holding your hand, annoying you every five seconds, buying you stupid little drinks you don’t even finish—”
you let out a faint chuckle through your exhaustion, and he beams instantly, proud of the tiny sound. “see? there’s that laugh i love.”
he tucks your face into his neck, letting you breathe him in — the faint smell of mint, the warmth of his skin, the weight of his arms around you. “you’re safe now, yeah?” he murmurs. “the world can wait. you don’t have to rush to catch up. you’ve already done enough. you’re enough.”
your voice is small, barely audible, but it trembles with truth. “you promise?”
he smiles, his thumb brushing your cheek, his other hand pressing gently against the back of your head. “i promise, baby. cross my heart.”
the night stretches quietly after that. he holds you until your breathing slows into something soft and even, until the weight on your chest loosens its grip, until the ache inside you quiets just enough for you to fall asleep against him. he doesn’t move, not even when his leg starts to go numb. he just stays there, tracing lazy patterns against your skin, whispering things you’re too tired to hear but he says anyway — because he knows that somewhere in your half-dreaming mind, they’ll still reach you.
“you’re not lost,” he murmurs, kissing your temple once more. “you’re just finding your way. and i’ll be here, always, to remind you how to breathe.”
GETO SUGURU
the evening is heavy and slow, the sky outside your window bleeding into a deep navy that refuses to settle into night. the city hums beneath it — distant cars, someone’s laughter echoing from another balcony, the faint thud of music from a club too far to see. and in the middle of it, there’s you, sitting on the cold marble floor of your penthouse bathroom, your back against the tub, knees pulled to your chest. your phone screen glows faintly beside you, its light flickering over your face as video after video plays — people your age smiling, laughing, holding diplomas, new houses, engagement rings, endless captions about finally making it.
the sound feels like static in your brain. everything feels too loud and too quiet at once. and by the time the front door opens, you don’t even flinch.
geto’s voice drifts down the hallway — that deep, lazy tone of his, humming something low, keys clinking against the counter, shoes kicked off carelessly. “baby?” he calls softly. “you home?”
no answer. just your soft, uneven breathing. he frowns, heading toward the sound of the running tap — not quite off, just dripping — until he reaches the bathroom door. when he pushes it open, the sight makes him still.
you, small against the white of the marble. eyes red, face blotchy, a look of something raw and broken stretching across your features. his chest tightens instantly. he doesn’t ask what’s wrong — not yet. instead, he drops to his knees in front of you, his suit pants brushing against the cold floor.
“hey,” he whispers, voice low enough to feel like a touch. “what’s going on, baby?”
you shake your head, but your lips are already trembling. “i don’t—” your breath catches, shoulders shaking, “—i don’t know. i just—” the words die in your throat, because how do you explain something that’s not a single moment but a slow drowning?
geto doesn’t press. he reaches out, brushing his thumb gently over the side of your face, tracing the path of a tear like he’s memorizing it. “come here,” he murmurs. you don’t move, and that’s fine — he shifts closer, wrapping an arm around you until your head finds his shoulder, until your shaking breath warms the fabric of his shirt.
“talk to me,” he says, softer now, his fingers slipping into your hair. “what’s making that pretty head of yours hurt like this?”
“everyone’s just…” your voice is shaky, fragmented, “…doing something. they’re— they’re moving forward, they’re achieving things, and i’m just—” your hands tremble as you gesture helplessly, “—i’m here. still here. like i’m not catching up to anyone, like i’m wasting everything, like i’m just standing still and everyone else is running.”
geto hums quietly, his chin resting atop your head. “running where, baby?”
you hesitate, blinking fast. “anywhere. just… somewhere. i don’t know. it’s like— it’s like everyone knows what they’re doing, and i’m just—”
“breathing,” he finishes for you. “existing. trying. surviving.”
“failing,” you whisper.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, and there’s something sharp in his expression now — not anger, but pain. “don’t say that,” he says quietly. “don’t ever say that.”
but you can’t stop. it’s spilling now, all the things you’ve swallowed for months. “it’s true, suguru— i wake up and i don’t even know what i’m doing anymore, i tell myself i’ll do better tomorrow but i never do, i— i can’t focus, i can’t start anything, i can’t finish anything, i can’t even—” your voice breaks, your breathing turning fast, shallow, uneven. “—everyone’s so far ahead of me, and i’m just— i’m just nothing.”
the moment the word nothing leaves your mouth, geto’s expression softens, something flickering behind his eyes. he cups your face gently, both hands this time, forcing you to look at him.
“hey, hey,” he says, firm but gentle, “don’t go there. look at me. breathe.”
you try, but your chest won’t cooperate. the air gets stuck halfway, your vision tilts, the edges of your world blur. “i— can’t—” you stammer, panic flaring in your voice.
his hands tighten, grounding you. “yes, you can. right here, baby. with me.” he takes your hand and places it over his chest, where his heart beats slow and steady. “feel that? match it.”
you try again — shaky inhale, broken exhale. your throat closes, tears blur your vision. “it hurts—”
“i know,” he whispers, voice almost trembling now. “i know it does. but you’re okay. you’re not alone in this. i’ve got you, yeah?”
he pulls you closer, until you’re sitting between his legs, your back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. the rhythm of his heartbeat seeps into your skin. he tilts his head down, his lips brushing against your temple. “breathe with me, sweetheart. in… and out. slow. it’s alright if it’s messy. we can breathe messy together.”
you do — uneven, broken, but with him guiding you, you start to catch small pieces of air again.
he whispers into your hair, each word a balm. “you’re not supposed to have it all figured out, you know. the world makes it sound like there’s a finish line we’re all racing toward, but that’s bullshit. some of us walk slower. some of us stop to rest. that’s not failure, that’s living.”
your voice cracks. “but what if i never catch up?”
he sighs softly, the sound brushing your ear. “then i’ll slow down with you,” he says. “we’ll sit on the curb and watch the runners go by. i’ll buy us coffee, and we’ll talk about nothing, and we’ll make our own kind of life. i don’t care how long it takes. i just want to see you breathe without hurting.”
you squeeze your eyes shut, your chest shaking with the effort to calm down. your words come out hoarse, barely a whisper. “i don’t want to feel like this anymore.”
he hums, his voice low and steady. “you won’t. not forever. but even when you do, i’ll be here to hold the pieces until you can carry them again.”
your breathing finally slows, your heartbeat syncing to his. the air around you feels softer now, quieter, as though the city outside decided to hush itself.
he stays like that for a long time, one hand rubbing lazy circles on your arm, the other tucked under your chin. “you know what i think?” he murmurs eventually, his voice laced with something almost playful, almost heartbreaking. “i think you’re brave as hell. not because you’re okay, but because you let yourself feel like this and still stay. most people run from their feelings. you sit with them until they break you. that’s strength, baby.”
you swallow hard, your throat raw. “i don’t feel strong.”
“you don’t have to feel it for it to be true,” he replies simply.
he shifts slightly, resting his chin on your shoulder now, his lips brushing your neck. “you’re not falling behind, you’re just taking the scenic route. and knowing you, you’ll probably stop to take pictures, get distracted by some cat on the way, and end up making friends with it.”
you let out a small, shaky laugh, the sound muffled by his shirt. he smiles against your skin, relief washing over him. “there it is,” he murmurs, tightening his arms around you, “that sound’s worth more than any milestone.”
he stays quiet after that, just holding you, the rhythm of his breathing slow and deliberate. every now and then, he murmurs little things — half words, half prayers — “you’re safe now… you did good… i’m proud of you for being here…” until you finally start to melt against him.
when you’re quiet long enough, he presses a kiss to your shoulder and whispers, “let’s get off this cold floor before your pretty ass freezes, yeah?”
you nod weakly, letting him pull you up, his hands steady at your waist. he leads you out of the bathroom, still keeping you close, like he’s afraid you’ll drift away if he lets go for even a second. he settles you on the couch, wraps you in a blanket, and sits beside you, his arm immediately finding its way around your shoulders again.
he looks at you for a long moment before speaking, his voice quiet but sure. “listen. i don’t care how fast the world spins. i don’t care what anyone else is doing. we’ll move slow. we’ll build something gentle. you don’t need to chase anything when i’m right here.”
your head drops against his chest, and for the first time all night, you breathe without shaking.
he exhales softly, brushing his lips against your hair. “see?” he murmurs, half-smile tugging at his mouth. “you’re doing it. one breath at a time. that’s enough.”
and when you finally drift off, your fingers tangled in his shirt, he stays awake — tracing patterns on your hand, listening to the faint hum of the city, silently swearing to keep every dark thought away from you, even if it means catching them all himself.
NANAMI KENTO
the storm doesn’t announce itself this time. it’s quiet — the kind of silence that feels wrong, that hums against the skin. nanami finds you in the kitchen at half past ten, sitting on the marble counter beside an untouched cup of tea, your body folded in on itself, your eyes fixed on the steam curling into the air. he pauses in the doorway. the lights are too dim, and something about the way your fingers tremble when you set the cup down tells him everything before you even speak.
he doesn’t start with a question. instead, he crosses the room and sets his briefcase on the island, the sound neat, deliberate. his watch catches the light as he unbuttons his cuffs, rolls his sleeves up, slow. his way of saying he’s home. his way of saying i see you.
you don’t move. you don’t even blink when he approaches, but when he speaks, his voice is soft, precise — the way he always is when something fragile is in front of him. “you’ve been crying.” it isn’t a question.
you exhale through your nose, a half-laugh that collapses on itself. “everyone does that sometimes.”
he hums, steps closer until his hands are braced on either side of you on the counter, caging you gently. “not like this.”
you press your lips together, your voice breaking in a small rush. “i just— i feel like the world’s running ahead and i’m— i’m still here. like i keep waking up in the same day, in the same version of myself. everyone’s moving, accomplishing things, posting about their new jobs, their new lives, and i’m just…” you shrug, but it’s a brittle motion. “i don’t know. watching it happen.”
he doesn’t interrupt. nanami’s silence isn’t empty — it’s full, heavy, listening. he leans closer, forehead nearly brushing yours. “and that makes you feel?”
“like a ghost,” you whisper, the words small and sharp. “like i exist but don’t live. like i missed something important and now i can’t catch up.” your voice wavers, and you choke out, “it’s so stupid, i know—”
“don’t,” he says gently, his thumb tracing your jaw. “don’t discredit how you feel just because it makes you uncomfortable.”
but the words keep coming, too fast, tumbling over one another. “i just— i can’t stop thinking, i’m wasting time, i’m not enough, i don’t do enough, i’m not doing anything. and i keep making plans and lists and— nothing changes. nothing moves. i can’t— i can’t stop thinking—”
you hiccup, breath faltering, hands trembling as your heart starts pounding too fast, too loud. the rhythm becomes erratic, your lungs tightening, chest constricting like the air’s too thick. “i can’t breathe—”
he reacts instantly, catching your wrists before you can curl in on yourself, his voice a low anchor against the panic. “hey. look at me. look at me, darling.” his hands slide up to cup your face, firm but gentle, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. “slow down. there’s nothing chasing you. not right now.”
you shake your head, tears spilling faster. “it— it won’t stop—”
“then we’ll stop together,” he murmurs, and before you can say anything, he leans forward and presses his forehead to yours. “inhale with me.” he breathes in, deep and slow, guiding you through the rhythm. “good. now out.” his exhale is deliberate, audible, his body steady against your trembling one.
your breaths come uneven at first, then shorter, then deeper, until the air starts to obey you again. he doesn’t say much — just hums quietly under his breath, his hands tracing slow circles down your back.
when you finally manage a full breath without breaking, he tilts your chin up, studying your face. “better?”
you nod weakly, still trembling. “a little.”
he sighs — not with frustration, but with that quiet heartbreak only he could turn into something tender. “you know what’s cruel about this world?” he says after a pause. “it convinces you that life is only worth something if it’s loud. if people can see it, measure it, post it.”
you sniffle, trying to focus on his voice.
“but the truth is,” he continues, “most of living happens in the quiet. in making coffee in the same mug every morning. in showing up, even when no one notices. in surviving the days that make no sense. that isn’t failure.” he brushes a tear from your cheek. “that’s endurance.”
you look up at him, voice raw. “but i don’t feel like i’m doing anything that matters.”
his hand slips down, resting on your thigh, thumb drawing absent-minded circles. “you matter to me,” he says simply, without hesitation. “that’s not a consolation prize. it’s a truth.”
you blink, startled. “why do you always—”
“because someone has to say it,” he interrupts softly. “and i’ll keep saying it until you start believing it for yourself.”
you stare at him for a long moment, your throat aching, your body slowly unspooling from its panic. “you make it sound easy.”
“it isn’t,” he admits. “but it becomes easier when you have someone to remind you you’re still here.”
he takes your hand then, pressing it to his chest, against the steady pulse beneath his shirt. “this heartbeat? it’s the same rhythm you calm every night when you lie beside me. you think you’re stuck, but you move the world around you more than you realize.”
his words hang in the air, quiet but absolute.
you lean into him without thinking, your forehead against the curve of his shoulder. his hand finds the back of your neck, warm and steady, holding you there like you’re something precious he refuses to let slip.
after a long silence, he murmurs into your hair, “next time you feel like you’re falling behind, remember — i’m not running anywhere. i’ll wait for you at every red light, every crossroad, every quiet morning you need to gather yourself. we’ll walk home together, no matter how long it takes.”
you exhale shakily, your fingers curling into his shirt. “you make it sound like i’m worth waiting for.”
his lips brush the shell of your ear. “you are. and even if you weren’t, i’d wait anyway.”
the kettle hums faintly on the counter, long forgotten. he reaches past you to turn it off, but his hand lingers at your hip, grounding you. he doesn’t let go when you finally start to breathe normally again.
“come here,” he murmurs after a while, tugging you gently off the counter and into his chest. “let’s sit down before you faint on me.”
you end up in his lap on the couch, wrapped in his arms, your head resting against the hollow of his throat. the city lights spill through the glass walls — gold and soft, scattered like a reflection of something still possible.
he whispers against your temple, “the world will keep spinning. let it. we’ll move when it’s time.”
you nod faintly, eyes closing.
“for now,” he adds, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead, “you just breathe. that’s your only job tonight.”
and you do. because with his arms around you and his voice tracing quiet promises against your skin, breathing — for the first time that night — doesn’t hurt.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
the lights are off in the living room except for the faint amber spill from the aquarium in the corner, the water shifting slow and the fish gliding through like ghosts with nowhere to be. you sit on the floor against the couch, knees tucked in, head bent low. the house is silent except for the city outside—sirens somewhere far, a car door slamming, the rhythm of rain against the glass like a heartbeat that won’t sync with yours.
when the front door clicks, you don’t look up. you know it’s him. you hear the deep sigh as he steps inside, the dull thud of his shoes kicked off without care. he doesn’t call your name, doesn’t ask why the room feels heavier than it should—he just knows. toji’s always known.
he finds you there on the floor, his silhouette cutting through the dim. for a moment he just stands, watching you. then he moves closer, crouching until he’s level with you, resting an elbow on his knee. his voice comes low, unhurried, that half-raspy drawl he gets when he’s trying to keep it gentle.
“you planning on telling me why the air feels like it’s drowning?”
you huff out a small, shaky breath, not quite a laugh. “doesn’t matter.”
he leans back slightly, studying your face. “sure sounds like it does.”
your throat feels too tight. “it’s stupid.”
“then i’ll be stupid with you,” he says simply, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “so?”
you try to hold it back, but it tumbles out anyway, messy, fast, breaking apart halfway through. “i don’t know, i just— i feel like i’m stuck. everyone’s doing something, going somewhere, becoming someone. and i’m just— here. existing. trying. failing. i don’t even know what i’m doing anymore.”
he doesn’t rush to fix it. he leans closer, his forearm resting over his knee, eyes half-lidded but sharp, like he’s listening to every tremor in your voice.
“that’s what’s got you crying?” he asks quietly.
you nod, and then you shake your head, frustrated. “i know it sounds pathetic. i just— i keep thinking i should’ve been someone by now. i should’ve— done something. anything.”
“who told you that?”
you blink up at him, confused. “what?”
“that you’re supposed to be somewhere else by now.” he tilts his head, a small smirk tugging at his mouth but it’s soft, not mocking. “who told you there’s a clock on becoming?”
“no one— i mean— everyone, i guess,” you say, your words breaking again. “it’s everywhere. everyone’s moving and i’m—” your breath catches suddenly, your chest tightening, words turning into a tremor. “—i’m falling behind. i can’t—”
you stop, trying to breathe, but your lungs won’t listen. the air starts to splinter in your throat. your hands shake, your voice caught somewhere between a sob and a gasp.
“hey,” he says immediately, his tone changing—rough but steady, no space for panic. he reaches out, presses his hand against your chest, right where your heart’s thrashing. “breathe. right here. with me.”
you shake your head, tears spilling, words stuttering out between the gasps. “i— can’t— it’s—”
“hey.” his voice drops lower, gravel steady as a heartbeat. “you can. i’ve seen you do harder things than breathe.” his thumb rubs slow circles against your collarbone, grounding you. “in,” he says, quiet. “out.” he exaggerates the rhythm himself, deep inhale, long exhale, his body close enough that you feel the warmth of it. “good. again. don’t fight it, just— let it come through.”
you try, your breaths uneven, catching, breaking—but he doesn’t let go. his hand stays firm over your heart, his other coming up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing the base of your skull. “there you go,” he murmurs when your breathing finally starts to slow. “that’s it. don’t think. just breathe.”
you collapse against him before you even realize it, your forehead pressing into his chest. he wraps both arms around you immediately, one sliding around your shoulders, the other curling around your waist, pulling you close until you can feel his pulse under your cheek.
he stays quiet for a while, letting you tremble it out, the silence stretching warm between your breaths. when he finally speaks, it’s low, rough-edged, like he’s talking more to himself than to you.
“you know, i used to think like that too. thought life was some kind of ladder. every year, another rung up. never realized it’s just a hallway. some doors open, some don’t. sometimes you walk in circles.”
you sniffle, your voice small. “and what if i never find the right door?”
“then we build one,” he says simply. “kick a wall down if we have to.”
you let out a shaky laugh, muffled against his shirt. “that’s not how it works.”
he shrugs, lips brushing your hair. “works for me.”
there’s something about the way he says it—steady, unapologetic—that makes you start to believe him.
he leans back a little, enough to see your face. “look,” he says, tapping your forehead lightly with his finger. “this thing in here? you think too much. and this—” he taps your chest again, gentler this time, “—feels too much. it’s a nasty combination.”
you blink up at him. “what am i supposed to do then?”
“nothing,” he says without hesitation. “not tonight. tonight, you sit here, you let yourself be messy, and you let me hold you.”
you hesitate. “toji—”
“what?” he asks, tone soft but teasing. “you think i can’t handle you crying? baby, i’ve handled worse. i’ve handled myself.”
you breathe out, a half-sob half-laugh, and he grins faintly at the sound, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek.
“see? better already,” he murmurs. “you keep chasing some version of yourself that doesn’t even exist yet. screw that. you’re not stuck, you’re just… pausing. catching your breath. the world won’t fall apart if you stop running for a while.”
you lean into his touch, your voice small. “what if i don’t start again?”
he smirks softly, presses a kiss to your temple. “then i’ll drag you, kicking and screaming. i’ll even carry you if i have to.”
you mumble into his chest, your words barely a whisper. “you’d do that?”
“baby,” he says, tightening his arms around you, “i’d carry the whole damn world if it meant you didn’t have to.”
you go quiet after that, just listening to the rain, the soft rumble of his chest under your ear. his hand traces the shape of your spine, slow and steady.
after a while, he speaks again, almost to himself. “you know what i like about you?”
you sniff, not answering.
“you feel everything too deeply. it’s messy. it’s real. this world’s full of people pretending not to care. i’ll take you like this over that any day.”
you stay pressed against him until your breathing evens out completely, the panic dissolving into something smaller, bearable.
when you finally look up, his expression is unreadable, but his thumb is still brushing lazy lines against your jaw, and his voice, when it comes, is nothing short of a vow.
“next time you think you’re falling behind,” he says quietly, “remember—i’m not ahead. i’m right here. i’ll wait, or i’ll walk, or i’ll sit on the floor with you all night if that’s what it takes.”
he leans down, kissing the corner of your mouth like a secret. “you don’t owe the world anything, sweetheart. it’s already lucky you exist.”
and when you finally let yourself cry again, it isn’t panic anymore. it’s release. it’s the quiet understanding that even if you never find the finish line, he’d stay right there—barefoot in the rainlight, holding you steady, whispering things no one else ever would, like it’s the easiest promise in the world.
RYOMEN SUKUNA
the apartment is quiet except for the faint buzz of the city outside, all neon and glass and hum — that low, distant electricity that never sleeps. the kind of silence that isn’t peaceful, just heavy. the kind that turns your own thoughts into noise. the curtains are drawn halfway, the skyline bleeding red and silver across the floor, and you’re sitting on it — knees pulled to your chest, wearing one of sukuna’s shirts, sleeves hanging too long, the air-conditioning too cold against your skin.
you don’t hear him at first — the dull click of the door, the soft scrape of keys tossed onto marble, the lazy thud of his boots against the hallway rug. you only look up when the room tilts faintly under the sound of his voice, deep, low, carrying that slight drag of annoyance that always sounds like affection when it’s aimed at you.
“why the hell are the lights off?”
he walks in, jacket half-off his shoulder, hair tousled from the rain, and stops when he sees you. for a man made of sharp edges, his stillness is the loudest thing in the room. he stares for a second — the crumpled sleeves, the red in your eyes, the tremor in your hands. something in his face changes.
“what’s this?” he asks, softer now, his tone dipping into that strange register he only uses when you look like this.
you open your mouth but nothing coherent comes out. your voice catches somewhere between apology and exhaustion. “i—” you swallow, throat tight. “i just… i don’t know. everyone’s doing something, moving somewhere. and i’m just—” you wave your hand weakly, voice breaking into a whisper, “—nothing.”
he doesn’t move closer. not yet. he leans against the counter, eyes on you, his silence heavy enough to make you squirm. then, finally, his voice cuts through it — low, deliberate.
“nothing, huh?”
you press your palms to your eyes, your breath stuttering. “i don’t mean— it’s just— it feels like i’m behind. like i’m wasting everything. like the world keeps spinning and i’m— stuck.”
he watches you for another moment before pushing off the counter and walking over, slow but deliberate. he crouches down in front of you, knees bent, forearms resting loosely on his thighs. he looks at you like he’s studying something fragile — not because he’s careful, but because he doesn’t trust himself not to break it.
“stuck,” he repeats. “that’s your grand theory of existence tonight?”
you frown, voice shaky. “don’t make fun of me.”
“i’m not,” he says easily. “just trying to figure out who you’re racing.”
you blink. “what?”
“you said you’re behind,” he says, tilting his head slightly, eyes sharp but not unkind. “behind who?”
you look down, unable to answer.
he exhales through his nose, slow, almost amused. “exactly. you don’t even know who the hell you’re losing to, and you’re crying about it.”
your lip trembles, and you hate that it does, but he notices. he always notices. he sighs quietly, the sound like thunder pressed into velvet, and reaches out to grab your wrist.
“come here.”
you hesitate, but he doesn’t give you time to refuse — just tugs you forward until you’re between his knees, his arms looping around your waist, your face pressed against his chest. the sudden warmth makes something inside you break. your breath catches, uneven, and you try to speak again, but your words tangle into sobs.
“hey, hey—” he mutters, voice rough now, hands tightening around you. “stop that. you’re making my shirt wet.”
you let out a small, shaky laugh that’s closer to a gasp, but he doesn’t move away. his chin rests against the top of your head. you can feel his heartbeat — slow, stubborn, real — against your cheek.
“it’s not funny,” you whisper.
“it is a little,” he says, his tone softer than his words. “you think the world’s running off somewhere without you. as if you could miss something meant for you.”
you pull back enough to look up at him, still crying. “and what if there’s nothing meant for me?”
his hand moves instantly, palm cupping your jaw, thumb brushing under your chin. “then i’ll carve something out for you myself,” he says simply. “don’t need the world’s permission for that.”
your breath hitches. “you can’t just—”
“i can do whatever the hell i want,” he cuts in. “and right now, i want you to stop trying to measure yourself against ghosts.”
you open your mouth to argue, but the words stumble out too fast, too jumbled — “but i can’t— i can’t stop thinking about it, about how i’m wasting time, how i’m not doing enough, how i’ll never—”
you don’t get to finish. your breathing skips, falters, your chest tightening, hands trembling as you try to steady yourself but the air won’t cooperate.
“shit,” he mutters immediately, his hands coming up to hold your face. “hey, hey, slow down.”
you shake your head, panicking. “i— can’t— it’s— it hurts—”
“look at me,” he says sharply, but not unkindly. “right here.” his thumb presses against your bottom lip until your gaze meets his. “good. now breathe.” he inhales, long and slow, exaggerated enough that you can hear it. “do it with me.”
you try, but your breaths come out shallow, breaking in the middle. “it’s not working—”
“then i’ll do it for you,” he mutters, pulling you forward until your forehead rests against his mouth. his breath brushes your skin as he inhales again, slow, deep, steady, the warmth of it grounding you. “feel that? match it.”
you mimic him, shakily, and he murmurs, “again,” his voice dropping even lower, almost like a growl now, but softer at the edges. “good. again.”
eventually your breathing evens out, and he relaxes his hold just enough to wipe the tears from your face with the back of his hand.
“you good?”
you nod weakly, voice small. “a little.”
“liar,” he says, but the corner of his mouth curves slightly. he presses a thumb against your chin again, tipping your face up. “you wanna know something?”
you hum, still trying to steady yourself.
“i don’t believe in all that crap people say about success,” he says, tone somewhere between disdain and tenderness. “life’s not a ladder. it’s a goddamn pit. everyone’s just climbing whatever side they can grab. some of us find a ledge and stay there. that’s not failure. that’s peace.”
you blink up at him. “you make it sound so simple.”
“it is simple,” he replies. “the rest of the world just likes making noise about it.”
he leans forward slightly, forehead brushing yours. “listen,” he says quietly, almost like a secret, “you don’t owe anything to the calendar. not the clock, not the crowd. you move when you’re ready. and if you never move at all, that’s fine. you can rot in gold beside me for all i care.”
you let out a weak laugh. “that’s your version of comfort?”
he smirks, thumb tracing the corner of your mouth. “you didn’t seem to mind.”
he shifts, pulling you closer until you’re practically sitting on his lap, your cheek pressed against his throat. his hands settle around you, possessive in their gentleness, his fingers resting on the curve of your back.
after a long stretch of silence, his voice returns — low, sincere this time. “you think you’re behind, but the truth is, you’re still standing. i’ve seen people quit halfway and call it peace. you? you keep showing up even when it hurts. that’s something.”
your eyes sting again, but you don’t cry this time.
“don’t compare yourself to noise,” he mutters, lips brushing your temple. “you’re not built for that. you’re the pause in the middle of the chaos. and i happen to like that quiet.”
he stays like that for a while — no more words, no pretense, just you breathing against him, the world outside flickering in the windows like it’s holding its breath too.
when he finally speaks again, it’s almost an afterthought.
“next time you think you’re falling behind,” he murmurs, “remember—time only moves when you do. so if you stop, the world stops with you. and i’ll be right here, waiting in the dark, until you decide to move again.”
and then he kisses your forehead — slow, deliberate, the kind of touch that feels like a promise disguised as a threat — before whispering, “now stop crying. it’s starting to make me feel something, and i can’t have that.”
but he doesn’t let go. not for a long, long while.
SHIU KONG
the sound of rain against the window was soft, lazy—almost mocking in how gentle it was compared to the storm inside your head. the penthouse was quiet, too quiet. no music, no hum of television, not even the faint city noise could find its way through the double-glazed glass. it was just you, cross-legged on the floor by the window, still wearing your silk pajamas, hair messy, face streaked with dried tears, staring blankly at nothing and everything at once.
you didn’t hear the elevator door slide open. didn’t hear the wet click of shoes against marble, or the sound of a coat being tossed carelessly on the couch. you only registered him when you felt the shift in the air, that subtle static that always came with shiu—too composed to call attention to himself, too perceptive not to notice when something was wrong.
“you didn’t answer the door,” he says, his tone mild, almost conversational. his steps are soft, measured. “i had to use the override code.”
you don’t look up. your voice is barely there when it comes out. “sorry.”
he doesn’t reply immediately. just slips his hands into his pockets, his tall frame casting a faint shadow over you. when he finally speaks again, it’s low, flat, the kind of quiet that hides a thousand different worries. “what happened.”
it isn’t a question; it’s a command dressed as one.
you swallow hard. your fingers twist in the fabric of your pants. “nothing. i’m just— tired.”
his jaw flexes. “tired looks different.”
you don’t answer, and that’s all it takes for him to kneel down beside you, slow and deliberate, one knee pressing against the carpet. the movement is elegant, careful—the kind of grace that only comes from someone who’s spent their life calculating the weight of every step.
he studies you for a second, his eyes tracing the faint redness around yours, the tremor in your hands. “you’ve been crying,” he murmurs.
“everyone cries sometimes,” you whisper.
“not you,” he says simply. “not like this.”
you try to hold it in—whatever it is—but your throat betrays you. “i just… feel like i’m not doing anything,” you say finally, voice breaking on the last word. “everyone’s moving forward, getting somewhere. and i’m just—here. doing nothing. being nothing.”
his expression doesn’t change, but his gaze sharpens slightly, as if the words have cut through something in him. he doesn’t speak for a moment; instead, he pulls his hand out of his pocket and places it gently under your chin, tilting your face up until you meet his eyes.
“don’t do that,” he says quietly.
you blink. “do what?”
“confuse stillness with failure.”
your breath catches. “it’s not confusion. it’s— it’s this feeling, like i’m falling behind, like everyone’s building something and i’m—” your voice shakes, hands clenching in your lap. “i can’t catch up. i can’t—”
you start talking faster, faster than your lungs can handle, the words tumbling over one another, your breaths shortening until they start breaking, fractured little gasps between half-sentences.
“—i keep planning things, i swear i do, but nothing changes, i wake up and it’s the same, i can’t do anything right, i can’t—”
“stop,” shiu says suddenly, sharp enough that you freeze. but there’s no anger in his tone. only precision. “look at me.”
you try to, but your vision is already blurring, your chest tightening painfully, panic rising like a tide you can’t fight. your hands tremble violently. “i can’t— i can’t breathe—”
he moves before you can fall apart completely. one smooth motion—he’s seated behind you, pulling you back against his chest, one arm wrapping around your torso, the other sliding under your jaw to keep your head upright.
“hey,” he murmurs, his voice suddenly low and grounding, the kind of tone that vibrates through bone. “slow down. you’re safe. i’ve got you.”
his palm spreads over your sternum, firm pressure anchoring your heartbeat. “breathe here,” he whispers against your ear. “with me.”
his breath is steady, calculated—he inhales, slow and deliberate, then exhales through his nose, a rhythm for you to follow. “in,” he says softly. “out. again.”
you try to match him, but it’s shaky, broken.
“good,” he murmurs. “again. don’t force it. just… follow the sound.”
his hand moves, tracing lazy circles against your ribs, the heat of his touch pulling you back to your body. your breathing evens out, slowly, painfully, until your lungs finally stop fighting. he stays like that, his chest rising and falling behind you, his voice a low hum against your hair.
after a long silence, he speaks again. “you know what your problem is?”
you sniffle, your voice small. “what?”
“you think the world’s a scoreboard.”
you blink, confused.
he continues, “you look around, see other people moving, and you start counting. how much they’ve done. how much you haven’t. it’s a sickness,” he says, tone flat but not cruel. “comparison. the most quiet kind of self-destruction.”
you swallow hard. “so what am i supposed to do?”
“nothing,” he says. “for once in your life, nothing.”
you frown weakly. “that sounds… stupid.”
he huffs a small laugh against your neck, but it’s soft, fond. “it does. but it’s the only thing that works.” his thumb brushes under your jaw again, a small grounding gesture. “you’re not meant to keep up with anyone. you’re meant to live. that’s all.”
you tilt your head slightly, your voice trembling. “what if i never figure out how?”
he hums thoughtfully. “then i’ll make sure you don’t forget you’re alive.”
you look down, your hands still shaking faintly in your lap. “you make it sound easy.”
“it’s not,” he says simply. “but you complicate it more than it needs to be.”
he shifts you slightly, so you’re sitting sideways across his lap now, his arm still around you, his fingers tracing slow lines down your spine.
“you don’t need to move mountains to prove you’re living,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “sometimes you just have to breathe through the hours and wait for the world to stop spinning so fast.”
your eyes close, exhaustion bleeding into your bones. “and if it doesn’t stop?”
his lips brush the side of your head. “then we build our own quiet.”
the words are simple, but they hit something deep. you stay silent for a while, your head pressed against his chest, his hand resting over your heartbeat. his thumb draws slow, steady circles over your wrist.
after a long stretch of silence, he adds, in that offhand way of his that makes every word sound like a promise, “you can fall apart here if you want. i’ve got enough hands to pick you back up.”
you let out a small, broken laugh. “you think you can handle that?”
“i’ve handled worse things than love,” he says, tone soft and final. “this one’s easy.”
he doesn’t speak again after that. doesn’t need to. he just holds you, lets you melt against him, the rain blurring the city lights into something soft and unrecognizable.
and when your breathing finally steadies, when your eyes flutter shut, he whispers against your skin—barely audible, like he’s saying it to the air rather than to you—
“you don’t have to chase anything. not while i’m here. not ever.”
his hand lingers at the back of your neck, his thumb resting on your pulse, as if to make sure it remembers how to keep going.
HIGURUMA HIROMI
the apartment was still except for the ticking of the clock on the far wall — that precise, unyielding rhythm that higuruma hated on nights like this. it made the silence louder, stretched it, made it echo. the kind of quiet that felt expensive and hollow, like the world outside the glass walls had disappeared.
he found you sitting on the floor by the bookshelf, your back to the wall, your knees pulled up, the soft spill of lamplight pooling over your bare feet. your phone was beside you, facedown, your breathing too shallow, too uneven to mistake for calm. he stopped in the doorway and watched you for a moment — the stillness of you, the way your shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.
“you’re not asleep,” he said, voice low, even.
you didn’t look up. “you can hear that from the hallway now?”
he slipped off his blazer, set it neatly on the armchair, loosened his tie. “i can hear everything you don’t say.”
a laugh escaped you, small and cracked. “that’s creepy.”
“it’s accurate.”
he came closer, not fast, not cautious — just certain. there was always something deliberate about the way higuruma moved, like he refused to disturb the air more than necessary. he crouched down in front of you, forearms resting loosely on his knees, head tilted slightly as he studied your face.
“talk to me,” he said quietly. “what’s wrong?”
you shook your head, staring down at your hands. “it’s nothing.”
“nothing doesn’t make you sit on the floor at midnight.”
“maybe i just wanted to sit.”
his lips curved faintly, humorless. “you always choose the most uncomfortable way to suffer.”
you looked up at him then, eyes wet, voice trembling. “i just—” your throat closed around the words. “—i feel like i’m standing still and everyone else is sprinting. like i blinked and the world moved on without me.”
he didn’t respond. not right away. he leaned back slightly, one hand braced against the floor, and said, “what makes you think the world knows where it’s going?”
you frowned, frustrated. “that’s not—”
“it’s exactly that,” he interrupted softly. “you think everyone’s moving because they’re ahead of you. maybe they’re just lost in a different direction.”
your breath hitched. “then why does it hurt so much?”
he hummed quietly, gaze lowering to your trembling fingers. “because you think being still means being left behind.”
that was the breaking point — your chest heaved, your voice tripping over itself as you spoke faster and faster, panic crawling up your throat. “i can’t— i can’t stop thinking about it, i wake up and i feel like i’m wasting time, i keep making lists and plans and nothing happens, nothing changes— i try to work, to move, to do something but it’s— it’s like i’m trapped in glass and everything outside is moving without me, i can’t—”
you choke on the words, the air cutting off in your lungs, your heartbeat stuttering out of rhythm.
he’s on his knees in an instant, his hands cupping your face, voice sharp but controlled. “breathe.”
you shake your head, gasping. “i— can’t—”
“look at me.” his tone shifts — calm but commanding, like he’s in a courtroom and you’re the only witness that matters. “eyes on me.”
you do. barely. his eyes are steady, dark gold in the lamplight, and somehow that steadiness pulls you back from the edge.
“inhale,” he says. you try. it catches halfway. “again,” he repeats, slower this time. he mirrors it — breath in, breath out — his thumbs stroking your jaw, grounding you. “there. again.”
your breathing stutters, then evens out. the panic leaves in ragged fragments.
he exhales softly, his hands still framing your face. “good,” he murmurs. “stay here.”
you close your eyes, exhausted. “i’m sorry.”
he frowns faintly. “for what?”
“for falling apart again.”
his tone sharpens, quiet but firm. “don’t apologize for being human in front of me.”
your voice is small. “it feels pathetic.”
“pathetic is pretending it doesn’t happen,” he says simply. “this—” his thumb brushes a tear off your cheek “—is honesty. the world could use more of that.”
you let out a shaky laugh. “you always turn things into philosophy.”
“that’s because truth’s easier to digest when you dress it in words,” he says dryly. “but if you want plain language…” he leans closer, his forehead touching yours. “you’re allowed to feel lost. i’d be worried if you didn’t.”
your voice breaks again. “and what if i never find direction?”
“then stay lost with me for a while,” he says. “we’ll make it a home.”
you huff out a tearful laugh. “you make it sound easy.”
“it isn’t,” he says, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “but it doesn’t have to be complicated either.”
the silence that follows is softer, warmer. he shifts, sits beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. you lean into him automatically. he loops an arm around you, drawing you closer until your head rests against his shoulder.
after a long moment, he speaks again, quieter now, as if confessing something to the night rather than to you.
“you know what terrifies me?” he says.
you tilt your head slightly. “what?”
“how much people rush toward things without ever stopping to ask if they even want them. titles. numbers. applause. they call it purpose, but it’s panic with good branding.”
you listen, your fingers tracing the edge of his sleeve.
“you don’t need to keep up,” he continues. “you need to breathe long enough to remember what it feels like to exist without measuring it.”
your voice is barely a whisper. “and if i forget again?”
“then i’ll remind you,” he says immediately, without hesitation.
you glance up at him. “how?”
he looks down at you, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “probably the same way i remind myself—by stubbornly refusing to give up on you.”
that breaks something soft inside you. your eyes sting again, but this time you let the tears fall, quiet, unhidden. he doesn’t wipe them away; he just pulls you closer, his chin resting on top of your head, his hand tracing idle circles against your back.
“you’re too hard on yourself,” he murmurs eventually. “you treat life like a trial and yourself as the defendant. you forget you’re also the jury. the one who gets to decide what’s enough.”
you laugh weakly through your tears. “that’s not how juries work.”
he hums, amused. “maybe not. but i never said i play fair.”
the clock ticks again — once, twice — softer now, less sharp somehow. you close your eyes, listening to it, the rhythm steadying against the quiet of his breathing.
after a long silence, he says, “you don’t have to do anything tonight. not think, not plan, not fix it. just let me hold you until the noise gets tired of itself.”
you nod, too tired to answer.
he tightens his arm around you, the motion subtle, protective. “the world can run without you for a while,” he whispers, his tone sinking into something almost tender. “it won’t collapse.”
you exhale slowly, your body unwinding against him.
“that’s it,” he murmurs. “stay.”
and when you finally fall asleep against him, head resting against his shoulder, the last thing you feel is the steady rise and fall of his chest — the quiet promise of a man who’s lived long enough to know that sometimes the only cure for chaos is stillness, and sometimes stillness is something worth sharing.
CHOSO KAMO
the first thing he notices is the smell. not something obvious like perfume or food, but that subtle, stale sweetness of air that hasn’t been moved in hours — a room where someone’s been sitting too still.
the clock in the corner blinks 2:17 a.m. choso stands there by the door for a second, still wearing his coat, hair damp from the rain. he doesn’t call your name. doesn’t make noise. he just watches. you’re sitting on the couch, cross-legged, the tv flickering faint blue light over your face — a documentary playing on mute. there’s a blanket on your lap, untouched, your fingers twisting it until it’s wrinkled beyond saving.
he exhales softly through his nose and moves closer, the sound of his boots quiet against the carpet. “you haven’t slept.”
you don’t look up. “couldn’t.”
he stands behind the couch, hands resting on the top edge. “how long have you been sitting here?”
you shrug. “since it got dark, maybe.”
“that was eight hours ago.”
“yeah.”
he studies you for another beat, then walks around to the front and sits on the coffee table across from you, close enough that your knees almost touch. the silence hums between you like a low note. he leans forward, elbows on his knees, voice low.
“talk to me.”
you give him a weak, hollow laugh. “about what? how i’m losing to a clock?”
his brows furrow, faintly. “losing?”
“yeah,” you whisper, the word cracking. “i feel like everyone’s already—” you gesture vaguely toward the window, to the city lights spilling in, “—out there, building things, moving forward. and i’m just… stuck here. waiting for something that never happens.”
he doesn’t respond right away. instead, he looks down at your hands, still twisting the blanket. after a pause, he reaches out and stops them — his fingers closing over yours, firm, grounding.
“you’ve been waiting for the wrong thing,” he says quietly.
you blink up at him, confused. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“you think progress is a place,” he replies, voice slow, thoughtful. “a destination. it’s not. it’s breathing when you don’t want to. it’s eating when you’re not hungry. it’s surviving the boring days without tearing yourself apart.”
you stare at him. “that’s not enough.”
he meets your eyes, unflinching. “it’s everything.”
and somehow, that makes it worse. your throat tightens, the words spilling before you can catch them. “no, it’s not— i’m wasting time, i can feel it, i wake up and it’s already gone, i can’t—” your breath starts to come fast, shallow, your chest rising unevenly. “everyone’s getting somewhere, and i— i can’t move, i can’t breathe, i can’t—”
he’s up before you realize it, sliding onto the couch beside you in one fluid motion. his arm finds your waist instantly, pulling you into him until your side fits against his chest.
“hey,” he murmurs, voice deep but steady, “breathe.”
you shake your head, words dissolving into sobs. “i can’t—”
he turns your face toward him, his palm against your cheek, his thumb catching the tears before they fall too far. “look at me,” he says. it’s not a demand, it’s a tether. his eyes are steady, warm and dark in the half-light. “look right here.”
you do, barely.
“good,” he whispers. “now match me.”
he inhales slowly, long enough that you feel the rise of his chest against your arm, then exhales through his nose, the rhythm deliberate. “again,” he says. “don’t think. just copy me.”
you try — shaky, uneven, but you follow. his hand doesn’t leave your face. every time your breath catches, he murmurs something under it — quiet, half-words, almost a hum. “that’s it… there you go… you’re okay.”
when your breathing finally steadies, he leans back against the couch, pulling you fully into his lap. it’s instinctual, protective. you let him, too tired to fight it.
after a while, he speaks again, voice softer now, the edges worn down. “you know what I think?”
you sniffle. “what.”
“the world keeps lying to people like you,” he says. “it tells you there’s a finish line. that if you run fast enough, you’ll catch peace. but peace isn’t something you chase.” his hand slides up to your back, tracing lazy patterns there. “it’s something you drag into whatever mess you’re standing in.”
you breathe out a shaky laugh. “you make it sound like i have control.”
“you do.”
“i don’t.”
“you do,” he insists gently. “you decided to stay tonight. that’s control. you could’ve walked out, disappeared, but you didn’t.”
you sigh, burying your face against his shoulder. “you make it sound so small.”
he hums. “that’s because small things are what keep you alive.”
there’s a long pause. your fingers curl into his shirt, and he tightens his hold around you, chin resting on top of your head.
“you ever watch the sky before it rains?” he asks suddenly.
you blink against his chest. “what?”
“it holds everything until it can’t anymore,” he says. “then it breaks. and the breaking feeds everything below it. that’s not failure. that’s release.”
your throat aches. “so i’m supposed to be grateful for falling apart?”
“no,” he murmurs. “just don’t apologize for it.”
you let out a quiet, broken laugh. “you make it sound poetic.”
“it’s not poetry,” he says. “it’s weather.”
the city hums faintly outside, the rain picking up again, soft against the windows. he traces a thumb under your jaw, catching the last of your tears.
“stop comparing your pace to noise,” he says quietly. “you’re not a clock. you’re a tide. you move when it’s time.”
you don’t reply. your head lolls against his chest, exhaustion pulling you under. he keeps talking, though, his voice low, rhythmic — something to fill the quiet so you don’t have to.
“you’re allowed to rest,” he says, “even when nothing’s done. you’re allowed to breathe even when the air feels borrowed.”
when he’s sure you’ve drifted, he whispers one last thing, words meant for the dark more than for you.
“and if the world doesn’t wait for you,” he says softly, “i will.”
then he presses his mouth against your hair, eyes closed, and lets the rain speak for both of you.
smol update: thank you so much for all of your patience i’ve been busy with life stuff. all fics should be updated within a week and a lovely new feast for you all! I hope you’ve been well and i appreciate all of your support my bbies! 💞
CW: stalking, sabotage, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome, obsession, pet play, dom!choso, murder, penetration, CNC, choso just… being a hoe, ANGST, pregnancy, fluff
MDNI
Taglist: @defianttotemterror @shelby2010
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Chapter fourteen.
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The both of you are staring at each other and your fingers clench and unclenched rapidly, fingernails gripping into your palms with anxiety. Your body is screaming for you to grab your phone but your heart wants you to crash into him so lovingly as he is here. In the flesh, loving you so openly. Heart pounding in your chest you breathe out shakily resting a protective hand against your stomach as he crosses the room. Todo always told you to not be afraid and with his constant show of care you bite back the tears pooling in your eyes.
“I missed you too…” you sound broken and absolutely defeated and he can’t fucking stand it as he crosses the room to pull you into his arms. The emotions running rampant in you feel jumbled and messy.
Choso wraps his arms around your body as you tremble with rage, sadness and despair. You’re sobbing so loud his own eyes close as he prays vehemently for forgiveness in his head. “You’re a fucking psycho!” You scream as you weakly punch into his ribs, your voice sounds hoarse and broken with each jab at him. So desperately wanting him to leave you alone at the moment. “I thought you loved me.” Another jab as Choso takes his beating from you without a word, his own tears spilling from his eyes. “I wanted forever with you.”
He’s silent as he’s just happy to have you in his arms. You were still so soft, so easily breakable.
“I always wanted you, baby. I’m so sorry.” He’s kissing your temple, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. This stress is too much for you and he knows it. He never wanted it to end up this way. “Please don’t leave.” It’s a soft whimper against your hair as he lets your fists hit against him, trying to push him away. But his grip is relentless, keeping you steady as he cries with you.
Your mind is muddled, thoughts racing as you tremble within his arms that you were all too familiar with.
For once in your life, he felt wrong.
Despite how much you melted in his arms, despite how much you wanted to curl into him and stay in that loving embrace. It was wrong. “Choso…” he’s messing with your head without shame.
“Please don’t leave me, I couldn’t take it.” He’s whimpering against you, body shaking as he holds you so close. He can’t lose the last of his sanity. His hands reach up to wrap around your small fingers, bringing them up to his lips as he sinks to his knees. There are tears in those blood red eyes, silent apologies trickling down his cheeks. “Run away with me, please. For me, for our family– the baby. I would die without you.”
And just like that you sigh wanting to break into pieces all over again.
“Okay. Just give me some time.” Your hand reaches up to cup the side of his face, caressing your thumb against the side of his skin fondly. Maybe you could see a future working out with him. After all the both of you had built a life together. Despite the circumstances, you still loved him with your entire being.
He’s smiling, heart blossoming into euphoria as a slow smile creeps along his lips.
Ah, he trained you so well.
“Really?” Leaping to his feet his arm wraps around your waist to press a gentle kiss against your lips. The moment he hears a soft yelp that’s he himself has conditioned to love, he pulls your body tighter against you to deepen his embrace. The tendrils of obsession are now creeping around your body and he couldn’t be happier. He’s missed you so much. “Please don’t worry about anything, i’ll take care of it all.”
Cupping your cheeks in his palms he pecks little kisses against your lips repeatedly. You weren’t leaving him, he knew it wasn’t true. But he pauses when you pull back slightly, gripping at his wrists as he sees a slight fear in your eyes.
“What about our son?” Whispering quietly your eyes are searching his.
“We’re having a boy?” Choso pauses blinking rapidly as his smile grows wider. He can forgive you for Todo, you were willing to run away with him, after all. He can forgive anything you did as long as you came back to him.
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Todo spends his day in class fingers tapping at his notebook as he picks up his phone again to be met with absolutely nothing. It wasn’t like you to not respond to him. Even if he sent you a terrible meme, you always responded. Maybe you’re napping he thinks to himself a bright smile on his face because the memory of you curled up on the couch in one of his shirts makes him so happy. He had the prettiest girl. Unlocking his phone he sends you a quick text.
Wifey❤️: Hey Princess, i’m just checking in. Hope you’re alright, let me know what you’re craving and we can have a movie night when I get home. Miss you.
Locking his phone he doesn’t notice Yuji sliding in the seat beside him until Yuji gently taps on his shoulder interrupting his thoughts.
“Hey bro.” Greeting Todo casually he smiles as Todo claps him on the back in greeting.
“What’s up man?” Despite the entire situation the two of them never stopped being friends. Yuji didn’t ask and Todo didn’t tell. It kept their friendship calm and loyal.
“You got that look in your eyes.” Nudging an elbow into Todo’s ribcage, Yuji raises an eyebrow. “So… who is she?”
Being so transparent was one of Todo’s weaknesses and he blushes automatically at the mention. Leaning back in the chair he sighs softly and that’s all Yuji needs to hear before his eyes widen in both amusement and fear. As aloof as he pretended to be at times it didn’t take him long to connect the dots.
“No fucking way.”
“Please, I don’t want to hear it.”
“But she-“ Yuji feels his body physically buffering and Todo’s rubbing his hands against his face.
“I know.”
“And Cho-“ Todo’s eyes narrow into a glare at the mention of the bastards name. Finally relenting to press his forehead against his desk groaning loudly enough to draw attention to them both. Was it a lot on his plate? Absolutely.
“I know.”
“Holy fuck, dude.” Yuji’s completely flabbergasted at this point, slapping a hand to his cheek as he assesses the situation. “My brother in Christ, you’re cooked. Especially if he finds out.” He’s terrified for the soft hearted man in all honesty.
“It’s not his decision to make.” Todo’s patience is wearing thin, feeling an unfamiliar wave of irritation towards his best friend that happened once in a blue moon.
“She’s quite literally pregnant.” Yuji states eyes flicking from his phone to the other man, debating.
“I know.” Huffing he’s sitting up again, folding his arms across his chest. “It’s… complicated. She’s still gorgeous, sweet, and funny. And no thanks to your unhinged ass brother she’s… broken.” Todo’s feelings aren’t completely unbiased because he’s picked up the pieces of you that shattered the moment you were told the truth. Hell, he’s still picking up the pieces.
“It’s just– i don’t think that’s smart man.” Yuji responds, guilt laced in his tone.
“So you’d rather her be alone?” Raising an eyebrow he turns his head to finally take a look at Yuji.
“No- that’s not what I meant!” He’s explaining himself too fast, hands raised in surrender. “It’s just that-“
“Stop.” Todo is stern, pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. “I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to help. I know how insane he is but I also know that i’m not someone who can abandon someone that I actually really like to deal with this by herself. Do I look like I can’t protect her? Or myself?”
“Come on, you know I didn’t mean to offend you.” Panicking internally Yuji sighs in defeat, how could the family that he was not only born into but built be uprooted like this. “I’m just worried, is all.”
“But you did.” Todo’s gathering his things now, entirely too upset to pay attention to the lecture. “None of you were worried when she broke down in my arms when she found out she was pregnant. You weren’t worried after every therapy session when she would sit in our room for hours blaming herself. You weren’t worried when she constantly tells herself that she hates herself for how she was manipulated into loving him.”
“Todo… I honestly didn’t know..” There are tears pooling into his eyes, his nose red as he sniffles. “I swear.”
Sighing at the sight Todo reaches his hand out to rest on Yuji’s shoulder. He looks pitiful and utterly devastated. “Come with me.” Yuji’s shoulders are trembling as he stands with Todo to take the heated conversation outside.
They walk together side by side in silence for a minute, letting the rising tension simmer into a burning ash. Todo’s angry and rightfully so, but he doesn’t want to take it out on his friend as he breathes calmly to ground himself. Frankly, he doesn’t care what Yuji thinks about the growing relationship he has with you. He could take care of himself and if he needed help he knew your uncle would be more than happy to step in.
“I’m sorry.” Yuji’s voice comes out uncharacteristically quiet.
“I’m not the one who needs the apology.” Todo is stating in a matter of fact tone. There’s a beat of silence.
“Is she at least okay?” Pausing in their steps Todo exhales slowly.
“She’s a bit better now.” Looking over he eyes Yuji with a pained expression. “She smiles more and that makes me happy.”
Despite everything, the three of you had become friends since you started university. There were late night study sessions, frantic facetime calls about assignments, caffeine fueled conversations in cafes, laughter in amusement parks when the stress got too much for any of you. Was it a bond that could be mended? Todo isn’t so sure, but he was willing to try. Always was.
“But really dude, out of all of the women?” Yuji’s interrupted with a brief smack at the back of his neck. “I mean I was just asking!”
“What can I say I like MILFs.” Todo shrugs with a smile. “Honestly, I just wish I got to her before he did. I always had a crush on her but kept quiet about it I suppose. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”
“Dollface, sure knows how to pick ‘em.” Yuji mumbles, lightly punching at Todo’s arm. Fuck he has to tell Eso so his brother doesn’t go berserk. “I just want the both of you to be safe.”
They’re smiling at each other the argument they had long forgotten and they’re just friends catching up again. Yuji walks Todo to his car with a grin, hands in his pockets before raising an eyebrow when Todo stops for a minute checking his phone.
“Hm, what’s wrong?” Todo’s frowning, tongue clicking against his teeth. Peering over he glances down at the phone.
“She hasn’t talked to me all day.” He wants to tell himself he’s overreacting and it’s just his nerves.
“Yeah, so?” Yuji stares for a moment. “Don’t pregnant ladies sleep like a whole bunch, maybe she’s had a rough day.”
“Even then.” Huffing he mumbles something underneath his breath. “I at least get a sleepy selfie or something.” Yuji throws his head back in laughter.
“Are your dad instincts kicking in or something?” Todo shoots him a glare.
“No, everything’s fine.” Yuji can’t help but to notice his brows furrowing in concentration as Todo claps his back warmly. “Gotta get back home to my little lady. Buy something for your nephew though, she’s insisting on a forest in the midnight theme. Whatever that means.”
“Wait– nephew?” Yuji freezes in fear as he watches Todo pull off.
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You’re standing in the kitchen, eyes downcast as you plate Todo’s food as you’re swimming in your thoughts. Are you doing this out of guilt or out of love? Were you doing the right thing by entertaining Choso? Your love for him felt like it was suffocating, stuffing your mouth with selfish desires despite knowing better. You don’t even notice the beeping of your passcode being put in, don’t even hear those soft heavy footsteps padding to where he knows you can see him. He automatically feels like something in the air is off, watching you move robotically he exhales through his nose noisily. Choso was so fucking annoying to him.
“Pretty girl, i’m home.” He calls out loudly before he crosses over to wrap his arms around your waist and he can feel the slight twitch of your ears going upwards as you smile. “Did you miss me?”
Todo’s pressing loving kisses against the side of your face, pausing as he can smell the faintest hint of cologne that didn’t belong to him lingering on you. “Of course I did. How was class?” Finally you’re smiling, turning your head for your much awaited kiss to confirm that he was home again only to be met with his frowning face. “Did something happen?”
“He came here.” Is all that has to be said as his arms hold you tighter as if he were afraid of letting you go. There’s a beat of silence as the two of you just breathe each other in.
“Yeah… he did.” You’re staring up at him with those siren eyes, pulling him in even closer.
“Did the two of you do anything?” Todo’s astonished by the quick burst of jealously leaning his head back to watch your facial expression. You have a tell when you lie and he’s waiting for it.
“No. We just talked.” Staring back at him with nothing in between you he realizes you’re bare, healing but yet needing time. His brows furrow slightly as he leans his forehead against yours casually, a little smirk on his lips as he places his hand on your stomach.
“You sure?”
“What kind of person do you think I am, dick.” Huffing out your hand lightly slaps at his cheek, annoyed with his accusations. Half truths were okay, right?
But to you they weren’t. Because by that logic all of the half truths that Choso said to you were okay. Which they weren’t. Looking up you see his bright grin as he stares as if pulling pieces of a puzzle apart.
“You just smell like him right now and I don’t like it.” He’s always honest with his feelings, poking at yours until you can be honest with him and it annoys you so much. Todo could singlehandedly poke the holes in your defenses and you let him every single time. He was solid, a little too solid for you to allow yourself to give in.
“He asked me to run away with him.” The admittance is quiet, guilty as your eyes avert downward to avoid his gaze. Todo stops for a moment, until he grabs your waist to spin you around to face him directly.
“Do you want to?” Despite the ferocity beating in his chest he remains unshakeable. His hand rises to caress your cheeks, fingers brushing over your lips.
“No…. No I… I honestly don’t know.” With bated breath you can tell he’s looking for a hint of a lie, eyes studying you as if you’d slip away. With a gentle sigh as if he already knew Todo closes his eyes for a moment to assess the situation.
“This is going to sound shitty and i’m not trying to be.” He admits letting his hand rise to stroke his chin. “Do you love me?”
“Koi fish.” He stops you with a raise of his hand, eyes opening to stare. That look that he gave everyone when he wasn’t willing to entertain nonsense. “Yes, you asshole.” Your response makes him grin.
“Do you love him?” His fingers are tapping along his forearm. Still solid, still steady.
“I do. And I hate myself for it.” Before you can even think about saying anything else he’s lifting you off of your feet, gentle presses of his lips against your face.
“Then let me love you more.” Smiling despite your furious punches against his shoulders he places you on the couch, laughing. Mainly because he can’t believe the situation he’s gotten himself into. But Todo was never one to back down from a fight. Even if the fight was with you. “Ahh… you’re gonna be the death of me. You know that?” He’s happy as long as you’re happy and with the way your fingers curl into his shirt to bring him into a kiss he eagerly reciprocates.
“Todo!” You’re yelling at him when he begins kissing your neck, hand gently rubbing down your side. “That’s my name, sweetheart.” He responds purposefully rubbing his neck along the spot that makes you cry, because it agitates him to no end that you smell like him.
“Dinner first, you filthy dog.” You grumble at him, not letting your arms drop from around his neck because he felt safe there.
“Oh? Are we gonna have sexy time?” Licking a single swipe against your skin he chuckles when your nails dig into his shirt.
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i’m sorry for the long wait it’s getting dark in this story! Thank you for sticking with me ily.
College upperclassmen bully toji & shiu????? mhm mhm 🫡
COLLEGE BULLIES ♡ // HEADCANONS
⁀➷ CONTENT. you’re the underclassman they’ve been tormenting—until toji and shiu pull you into their dorm room one night, ending with them coming inside you <3
♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x bully!toji x bully!shiu
♡ WARNINGS. mdni. bullying, dubcon, intox!reader, alcohol, creampie, oral sex (f and m), threesome (m/m/f), spanking, hair-pulling, bondage (with belts), vid recording, edging, degradation, praise
♡ AUTHOR’S NOTE. need them inside me :(( hope u like it! ty for the request <3
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who’ve been ruling the campus since you were a freshman—toji’s the loud, brash asshole while shiu’s the quieter one, always got a cigarette dangling and a stare that cuts through you. you’re just some underclassman trying to keep your head down, but they’ve got their eyes on you anyway. it starts small—toji “accidentally” knocking your books out of your hands in the hall, laughing, “oops, clumsy little thing,” while shiu leans against the lockers, smirking, “better pick that shit up before someone steps on it.”
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who make it a game to mess with you—toji’s always crowding your space, towering over you in the cafeteria, “what’s a shrimp like you eating? need a real man to feed you?” shiu’s subtler, catching you alone in the library, blowing smoke in your face, “you’re too cute to be this quiet—makes me wanna fuck with you more.” they’re relentless, but there’s this weird pull—like they’re daring you to snap back, testing how much you’ll take before you break.
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who catch you after a late class one night—you’re alone, campus half-empty, and they corner you by the bike racks. toji grabs your bag, tosses it to shiu, “what’s she hiding in here, huh?” shiu digs through it, pulling out your notebook, reading some dumb doodle aloud, “aw, she’s got a crush or some shit.” you snap, lunging for it, and toji catches your wrists, grinning, “feisty now, huh? kinda hot.” shiu steps closer, voice low, “yeah, maybe we’ve been too mean—how about we make it up to you, princess?”
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who don’t let up after that night—start “helping” you instead, but it’s all laced with their bullshit. toji carries your bag over his shoulder, “don’t want you straining that little back,” while shiu walks too close, brushing your arm, “stick with us—nobody’s gonna fuck with you now.” it’s possessive, not sweet—toji glares at any guy who looks your way, and shiu’s got this subtle threat in his eyes when someone talks to you too long. you’re theirs to mess with, and they’re making damn sure everyone knows it.
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who drag you to some shitty off-campus party—toji’s got his arm slung around you, beer in his other hand, “stay close, kid—don’t trust these assholes.” shiu’s lighting a cig, watching you dance a little, smirking, “look at her go—fuckin’ cute when she loosens up.” you’re tipsy, they’re buzzed, and it gets hazy—toji pulls you into his lap on the couch, muttering, “too damn pretty for your own good,” while shiu leans in, breath hot on your neck, “he’s right—gonna get us in trouble.”
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who take you back to their shitty shared dorm bedroom after the party—toji’s grinning, “c’mon, crash here—safer with us.” you’re too drunk to argue, and it starts slow—shiu’s hand on your thigh while toji’s sprawled next to you, shirt off. “ever wonder what we’d do to a girl like you?” toji teases, voice rough, and shiu’s fingers creep higher, “bet she’s thought about it—haven’t you, princess?” you nod, half-dazed, and that’s all they need—toji’s kissing you hard, shiu’s tugging your top off, and it’s game on.
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who don’t waste time once you’re in—toji’s got you straddling him, ripping your skirt up, “fuck, look at this—been hiding this ass from us?” while shiu’s behind, grinding against you, unzipping his pants, “gonna take turns, huh? she’s ours now.” toji fucks you first, rough and fast, “tight little thing—fuckin’ perfect,” while shiu watches, stroking himself, “hurry up, man—want my piece.” they switch, shiu sliding in deep, groaning, “shit, she’s soaked—loves this, don’t you?” as toji holds your face, “tell us who you belong to, kid.”
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who get possessive mid-fuck—toji’s got you riding him on the bed, growling, “this pussy’s mine—say it,” and shiu’s not having it, yanking your head back by the hair, “ours, asshole.” they argue over you while railing you, ending with both unloading inside, “guess we’re both keeping you, huh?”
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who love watching you squirm—tie you to shiu’s bed with some old belts, toji teasing your clit with his fingers, “beg for it, brat—let’s hear you,” while shiu’s filming it on his phone, “fuck, she’s pretty when she’s desperate—gonna jerk off to this later.” they turn it into a game—who can edge you longer, who can make you cry and plead harder.
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who don’t care about condoms—toji’s slamming into you raw, growling, “feels better like this—gonna fill you up,” while shiu’s right after, pumping deep, “fuck, she’s leaking us both—nasty little thing.” they love watching it drip out, smearing it back in with their fingers, “stay full, princess.”
BULLY!TOJI & SHIU who keep you around after that night—toji’s possessive as hell now, slinging an arm around you on campus, “anyone fucks with her, they’re dead,” while shiu’s quieter but just as bad, smirking, “she’s ours—nobody else gets a taste.” they share you whenever they want—toji bending you over any surface while shiu’s got you sucking him off under the table, “fuckin’ teamwork, huh?” you’re theirs, no question, and they love reminding you every chance they get.
❝She loved him through the storm—through the silence of hospital halls and the jagged weight of recovery. Suguru had once been her everything, her always. But healing reshaped him, softened his love into something quiet, unpromising. He no longer dreamed of vows. He no longer wished for children.
And yet, there she stood—pregnant, unraveling, and alone in the spaces he left behind.
Then came Hiromi.
Steady. Patient. Unassuming. What began as co-parenting slowly bled into something gentler, something sacred. Through lullabies and court dates, aching laughter and late-night tenderness, a new kind of love was born—not loud or reckless, but steady as the earth.
This is a story about losing the future you thought you’d have, and finding grace in the one you never imagined. About loving two men in different lifetimes of your heart—and the quiet, unshakable strength of choosing peace after pain.❞
cw ; mdni • 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. hurt/trauma. smut . anxiety. death. graphic scenes
chapter one || emotional traffic
chapter two || whiskey lies
chapter three || no one knows
chapter four || I did it for you
chapter five || 3 months
chapter six || cream colored walls
chapter seven || hangovers & tea
chapter eight || seedling
chapter nine || what I can handle
chapter ten || vanilla bean yogurt
chapter eleven || the man who stayed
chapter twelve || present
chapter thirteen || thank you
chapter fourteen || chonk in charge
chapter fifteen || place in life
chapter sixteen || "no, mama, no"
chapter seventeen || the weirdest family
chapter eighteen || a broken heart
chapter nineteen || pale pink tulips
chapter twenty || totoro nostalgia
you’ve survived finals, group projects, and that one professor who still refuses to grade on a curve (jail). your brain is fried, your loan balance is terrifying to even think about, and your summer goals are simple: tan lines, iced matchas, and absolutely zero critical thinking. maybe a little flirting. maybe a lot.
but the universe? she had other plans... ones you definitely didn’t read the fine print on when you signed up.
this summer, you’ve landed yourself in situations that looked totally innocent on paper—but let’s just say that the reality involves a lot less professionalism, and wayyy more fun than you were supposed to have.
a/n: happy start of summer! uni's out, the heat is on, and to commemorate the occasion, i present to you... my favorite summer tropes <3
˚₊‧꒰ა coast guard! toji x “daddy’s money” reader
You’re spending the summer at your family’s private beach house— sunhat, sunglasses, skin slick with SPF and boredom. Most days, you’re sprawled on your yacht with a bottle of champagne and nothing to do except tan and tease the tidepools.
And then he shows up.
Coast guard. Uniform tight, arms tan and veined, jaw sharp enough to cut. But coast guard! toji isn’t like the other law enforcement officers that openly ogle at your tanned legs— just grunts something about high tide and mutters “princess” like it’s an insult.
You grin. He glares. And the game begins.
Every time you “accidentally” call the station (anchor stuck, engine noise, suspicious buoy), he’s the one who comes to your rescue. And every time, he lingers just a little too long. His eyes dip when your bikini slips. His hand brushes your hip when he climbs aboard.
Maybe he hates you. Maybe he wants you.
Either way, he keeps coming back— and you’ve made it your mission to make him crack before summer ends.
# goyangi's fav tropes: “you’re just bored” accusations, manhandling under the pretense of “safety,” fingering over the yacht railing, rough hands gripping your hips while he scolds you for calling in fake emergencies, dirty talk in that deep annoyed voice, bikini pulled to the side on his patrol boat, getting bent over the yacht wheel, “you want attention? fine” energy, calling him “officer” to piss him off (and make him grab your throat)
˚₊‧꒰ა surf instructor! suguru x sweetly naive reader
You promised yourself you’d do something different this summer to push you out of your carefully curated comfort zone. So you sign up for beginner surf lessons on a whim during your beach vacation— a little terrified, a lot unsure, and completely unprepared for the antics of surf instructor! suguru.
Sun-drenched skin, long black hair tied back messily, tattoos hidden just under his rash guard, and a lazy smile that makes you nervous in places you don’t want to think about.
He’s warm. Gentle. Always close.
Too close.
At first, it’s nothing. He steadies your hips when you’re learning to pop up. Guides your stance with a hand on your back. Pats your thigh, murmuring, “Right there. Feel that wave building?”
But then a wave hits too hard and your suit pulls loose— he’s suddenly in the water, shielding you with his body, strong arms wrapping around you to keep you covered.
Your heart’s pounding. You’re dripping, dazed. And he just nonchalantly smiles like it’s nothing.
You can’t tell if he’s teasing you, if he knows what he’s doing, or if he’s just… that passionate about his job.
Because there’s no way he’s doing it on purpose.
...Right?
# goyangi's fav tropes: riding his thigh during a “pop-up” demo, calling you “sweet girl” while he's two fingers deep in your cunt, fucking in the water with you on his lap, praise kink with a patient edge, hand resting high on your thigh while you try to focus, bikini slipping off and him fixing it slow on purpose, “you okay, baby?” as you tremble under him, licking his fingers clean after making you come behind the surf shack, “this is part of the lesson” sex on the sand
˚₊‧꒰ა lifeguard! sukuna x local beachgoer reader
He’s the tattooed, brooding lifeguard who works the afternoon shift at the beach where you sunbathe every day. Dark eyes scan the horizon, muscles taut beneath his uniform— from his perch in the lifeguard tower, he watches with a sharpness almost predatory, but every time your eyes meet, that razor edge softens— just a bit.
Obviously, you catch each other staring. Those brief glances linger longer than they should— too long to be accidental. Then comes the dripping water when he dives into the surf, the off-duty cigarette breaks behind the tower, and the smartass remarks tossed your way like little challenges.
Of course you tease him right back, matching his sharp tongue with your own— an unspoken game that neither of you wants to lose.
But when lifeguard! sukuna notices you buried behind a book and baking in the sun for hours without glancing his way, he shows up with an ice cream cone in hand, the cold treat melting fast in the summer heat.
“You’re not my type,” he once said, eyes trailing down your sun-drenched skin.
But you don’t believe him. Not for a second.
# goyangi's fav tropes: heatwave induced horny, enemies-to-lovers energy, flirts to provoke, public teasing while on duty, fingers between your thighs under your towel, dragging you into the lifeguard tower during break, calling you a slut with his mouth on your chest, tongue on your sunscreen-slick skin, jealousy sex after some other guy helps with your umbrella, biting the strap marks of your bikini into your shoulders
˚₊‧꒰ა full-time lawyer! higuruma x summer intern reader
You landed a prestigious internship at a sleek law office downtown. Full-time lawyer! higuruma is the intimidating mentor you’ve been assigned to shadow— quiet, polite, and completely unreadable. Long hours, coffee runs, and closed-door meetings chip away at the distance between you, turning his professional demeanor into something else.
But what you didn’t expect your summer internship to come with was a side of stolen glances and late-night tension over legal briefs. He leans in just a little too close when explaining case details, his breath warm against your skin. His fingers “accidentally” brush your hand as he passes documents, sending sparks where there really should be none.
His tailored suits hug his broad shoulders perfectly, but it’s the subtle way his gaze lingers on the curve of your neck or the quick glance down to your thigh beneath the desk that makes your pulse race. The office’s cold AC does nothing to cool the heat building between your legs.
You tell yourself it’s just a summer job, you’re just a temp, and that there’s no use in hoping for more. But every coffee run and every late-night briefing leaves you wondering if you’re more than just an intern in his eyes— or if he’s waiting for you to make the first move.
# goyangi's fav tropes: age gap, power dynamic, clean-cut professional with a filthy mouth, desk sex after hours, pinning you against the filing cabinets with your panties around your ankle, fingering you during a meeting review, “you can take one more while I finish reading this” type of man, letting you ride him slow in his office chair, creampie into your panties before sending you home, quiet moaning in a locked conference room
˚₊‧꒰ა camp counselor! ino x sorority girl reader
Your sorority decided to assign summer philanthropy hours this year— and just your luck, you’re stuck volunteering at a children’s camp in the middle of nowhere. No cute cafes, no air conditioning, and definitely not enough cell service to stream the new season of Love Island.
You were expecting bug bites and homesick eight-year-olds. You weren’t expecting him.
Another counselor. All backwards hat, golden retriever energy, and tan arms that really shouldn’t look that good in a cut-off tee. He’s the type who knows all the campfire songs by heart, flirts shamelessly with the kitchen staff for extra fudge brownies, and somehow manages to make spraying bug repellant look hot.
You try to stay focused— coloring with the kids, counting friendship bracelets— but camp counselor! ino keeps ending up next to you. On canoe duty. In the mess hall line. Trapped in the supply shed where he reaches over your head with a smirk and way too much body heat.
He’s insufferable. Sun-kissed and sweaty, always teasing you, always catching your eye when you think you're being subtle. And worse— he’s actually good with the kids.
You know it’s a bad idea. The bunks creak. The walls are thin. The campers gossip.
But it's hot. He’s hotter.
And if you have to suffer through three more weeks of granola bars and lanyard tutorials, he better stop looking at you like that— or you might just fold like the camp’s paper towel supply.
# goyangi's fav tropes: friends-to-lovers, forced proximity, late-night bunk cuddles, giggling with a hand over your mouth while he eats you out under the covers, sex in the canoe shed while campfire songs echo in the background, spit in your mouth while he tells you you’re so sheltered, tits out in a staff t-shirt, getting bent over the arts & crafts table, marking you up before morning roll call, almost getting caught by a camper, wild and messy handsy makeouts behind the climbing wall
CW: stalking, sabotage, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome, obsession, pet play, dom!choso, murder, penetration, CNC, choso just… being a hoe, ANGST, pregnancy, fluff.
Taglist: @defianttotemterror @shelby2010
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*just a note i do not condone any of these actions irl. what choso is doing in this fic is absolutely not okay. xo*
Chapter thirteen
previous chapter
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About three months later you and Todo had settled into a quiet routine, one of normalcy in the best way even though your thoughts always drifted to Choso. But Todo constantly reminds you that he’s there, with the way he comes back from classes with your favorite snacks, with the way he doesn’t force anything on you but allows you into his arms whenever you need, hell even when you kick at his legs during those moments when you desperately need the very specific thing at that moment in time. And now was one of those times.
“Koi fish.” You whine quietly poking at his cheek that’s cuddled against your shoulder. His strong, protective arm around your hips as he sleeps peacefully. It’s become a habit since you two were quite literally forced into sharing a home with each other.
He was gentle and safe, intensely reassuring.
“Hmmmm…” he’s mumbling underneath his breath and he feels a bit perverted peeling himself away from you, his body had adjusted to your exceptional warmth due to your pregnancy. Loving how you felt against him. He hates to admit but for some reason his own hormones are overwhelming him, dancing in a dangerous tango with yours.
“I really want-“ he’s already cutting you off groaning as he sits up, rubbing his face as he rattles off your craving with ease. When you smile up at him with those beautiful innocent eyes he manages a small, sleepy grin. Toji gave him what seemed like a small task of keeping you safe but he felt it growing increasingly challenging.
Being in so close proximity with you made him want you more.
Life changed so fast for him and you oh so quickly. But Todo was one that stuck to his commitments even if they came in the form of a pretty face and relentless teasing.
“Yup, yup. I’m on it.” He’s mumbling to himself as he walks into the kitchen because he hates himself for the thoughts he has about you. Ever since you were pregnant you remained relentless in wanting affection and he couldn’t stand it because he didn’t want to take advantage of you like Choso did. “Mm, just give me a few minutes pretty girl, alright?” He calls over his shoulder.
Ever since the first incident of you being found with Choso he’s been with you constantly reminding you of how it wasn’t your fault. There was a second and third attempt until Toji told you that he would absolutely kill him if you escaped to go see him again. Hell he didn’t even blame you for loving him, because he himself didn’t expect to fall in love with you. But he knows you being holed up in the house, forced to attend therapy, finding random hobbies to take up your time– along with being pregnant, has taken a toll on you. As beautiful as you were he can’t help but to notice the little sparkle in your eyes had dimmed.
When he feels your arms wrap around his midsection he momentarily pauses, glancing at you with concern. “You ‘kay?” He asks somehow stiffening even more when your soft body presses against his back. “Sweetheart?” You don’t move for a minute, letting your finger drag along his arm.
“I’m fine.” You answer looking over his bicep standing on your tip toes to look at what he’s making.
“Ramen noodles with two packets of broth, pickled onions, jalapenos and whatever your pretty little head can think of.” He’s smiling feeling more like a tired husband because at this point you had become his makeshift little housewife. “Anything else?” Turning his head to glance down at you, he’s surprised as your arms wrap around his neck bringing him into a kiss.
He’s blinking rapidly hands at your waist to push you off but fuck he can’t help himself as he leans into it, pulling your body closer to him as he deepens the kiss without restraint. You’re so needy in his arms, tongue lapping at his lips as if you were a feral animal. Is this what they meant by pregnancy hormones? He questions for a moment as his hand cups your cheek leaning in to slip his tongue in your mouth. You’re quivering against him, breath quickening as you taste him, taste the desire as he lets himself go. What was the harm? After all you two had lived together for the past three months.
“We can’t.” He mumbles despite not letting you go, pressing you against his body.
“Says who?” You’ve gotten increasingly horny since being pregnant, and watching him take care of you just does something special to you. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to be like-“ your teeth are sinking into his bottom lip and he grunts out.
Fuck it.
Turning the stove off, Todo wraps his other arm around your midsection careful to mind your bump as he presses you against the fridge. Smiling against him you push the irrational thoughts of Choso away as you’re surrounded by this man that was standing before you, because he was here. Todo had always been there even as obnoxious as he could get. He’s grabbing your hands to pin them against the fridge, eyes wild for a second as the both of you make out against the cool steel.
In this moment he understands Choso’s insanity. You tasted so sweet, you smelled so good, your body felt so nice against him.
“I’m trying really hard right now.” He grunts as he pulls away from you, watching your vixen like eyes stare at him with passion in your eyes.
“Stop trying.” You respond immediately, little tide pools of pleasure weaving through you. “If this is uncomfortable to you then we-“
He’s stopping you mid sentence as his lips are on yours again, pressing against him and that’s when you feel it. His erection through his sweats as he pushes against you, letting his lips trail down to your neck giving it a slow and sloppy kiss. “Do I seem uncomfortable to you?” He asks, voice low and hazy. With the shake of your head Todo bends to pick you up, letting his lips crash against yours with a gentle moan as he leads you to the room you shared together. That’s right, the both of you. He never thought it would happen, never thought the two of you would show affection like this.
“You sure this is okay?” He’s pressing you flat on the mattress, kissing against your neck as he pushes your shirt up.
You’ve been craving intimacy since you last saw Choso, wanting to see his bright beautiful eyes staring at you with adoration. But Todo was here in the present and had been here ever since shit hit the fan. He was so strong and kind - like a giant teddy bear. With him licking at your neck you wanted to melt into him, wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a kiss despite feeling those warm lips against your sensitive spots. The two of you are breathing so heavily, panting in each other’s mouths as months of pent up aggression bubble to the surface.
“Aoi, I want it.” You’re moaning into his mouth, hips bucking upwards to press against him. “So bad…”
Todo’s moaning your name as he releases himself to do exactly what he wants, eagerly taking off your shorts without restraint. You feel every inch of him as he kisses down your body to take off his sweatpants and the two of you feel like excited highschoolers waiting for this moment.
When he takes off your panties he’s surprised how wet you are and he stares at your blushing face, your cute little tummy bulge and he melts all over again. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He reaches up to stroke your face with his calloused fingers, savoring the moment. “I can’t take this anymore pretty girl. But I don’t want to hurt you.” Before you can open those red lips to complain he slips you onto your side, thankful he’s read pregnancy books, lifting your leg.
He breathes out in satisfaction as he hears your sigh of relief, kissing your neck as he lines his throbbing tip against your folds. You’re soaking wet as he rubs your tip against your folds, whimpering against him so needy, so desirable. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.” He’s whispering into your ear as he slowly inches the tip of his cock into your tight hole, letting his eyes close with the little intrusion.
You’re gasping at the thickness your cunt trying to take him in as quickly as possible to satiate your needs. His body feels so hot against you, holding your leg so carefully as the arm he’s using to brace himself comes up to turn your face to him. Plush lips find themselves against yours as he kisses you, slow and deep it to distract you as he pushes his hips forward so you can take all of him. Moaning into his mouth he feels your body tremble against as your cunt throbs against his thick cock. It felt so wrong but oh so right at the very same time and he’s unsure if the both of you should be doing this.
“This is killing me.” You whine out as your arms brace your upper body as he begins to move, devastatingly slow as if he were hell bent to drive you insane. He was so different from Choso in bed, taking his time as his cock dug into your walls slick with your juices with every thrust.
“Relax, pretty.” He’s grunting into your ear as he slowly fucks into you, drinking in every single moan. “Mmm, atta girl.” Licking at your ear he lets himself press against your cervix with gentle purpose as he claims you for the night.
“Fuck me harder, please.” The back of your head is resting against his shoulder, body trembling as each slow thrust makes your pussy throb.
“No.” Is his immediate response as he flips you onto your stomach, reaching over to stuff a pillow underneath your hips. Biting his lip as you arch your back, greedy little cunt twitching at the loss of him. “I’m making love to you.” Spreading your cheeks he stares for a moment, before lining his tip up against you once again sinking into you. “My pretty little thing.” He’s groaning as he calmly rests his chest against your back, kissing at your spine a smile on his lips with every single shiver of your body.
His hands trail up your arms, stimulating you even further and you’re whimpering, crying out, waiting for him to stop teasing you as he laces his fingers through yours. “You’re gorgeous.” He’s grunting out as he rolls his hips against yours, relishing in the fact that you’re breathless and wanting him as your fingers squeeze against his. “Mmm, I can feel you squeezing me so well.”
It’s too intimate you’re thinking frantically as you moan, his cock slowly driving you into madness. You’re nearing your orgasm as your stomach coils as he finally grips your midsection abandoning all reason. “Good baby, so good.” He’s moaning as his thrusts become a little more erratic. “I’m with you. I’m here.” He’s even reassuring you as he desperately brings you to your breaking point, thighs shivering as you hit your white hot orgasm, eyes squeezing shut. He’s holding onto your waist as he keeps grinding inside of you, imprinting every inch of his cock inside of you as he moans pushing you into a space that makes you cry out so desperately. Pulling out he strokes his soaked cock to ride out his own, spurts of hot white cum decorating your back and ass.
“Fuck.” He mumbles as he leans against your back for a moment as the both of you breathe heavily, not minding the liquids spreading across his stomach. “Oh- i’m sorry, give me a second.” Getting up quickly he rushes to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean both of you up gently.
Your brain is in a weird state of euphoria, eyes squeezing shut as he touches you so tenderly. It felt so right but oh so very wrong at the same time. You feel like you betrayed Choso. Your heart is aching at the sheer difference of the man who was forced to leave you versus the man that stayed. As if sensing your distress, Todo with his ever careful hands turns you to your side letting a warm hand rub against your stomach gently.
“Do you regret it?” He asks voice whispering against your ear.
You’re crying now because you don’t feel regret, all you feel is gratitude as this large imposing man just holds you against him. Emotions running high as you sniffle. “Not at all.” You respond through broken tears and his arm tightens against you. “Is that bad?” You question quietly as your naked body cuddles up against him.
He’s smiling now, all too much. “No, baby.” He reaffirms, rubbing against your stomach gently until he pauses as the boy in your stomach kicks against his hand. “Tell Mommy, that Uncle Todo will always be here.” He’s grinning with innocence as the child within you recognizes his voice. The heat immediately rises to your cheeks as you turn your head, heart moved by his tenderness as he gently prods at your stomach.
“Aoi.” You call gently and his ears perk, raising a brow. You were always so insistent on nicknames he turns his attention to you, staring down at you. “Can we… like.. take things slow?”
Biting back a laugh he presses a gentle kiss against your lips, slow and steady. As if the two of you just didn’t cross a huge line already. “Whatever you need, pretty.” Lifting his hand he brushes a stray piece of hair from your brow. “But you know we did just have sex, right?” That gets a laugh out of you and he’s pressing his lips against yours, pulling you into another embrace.
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Choso wakes up with his heart racing, immediately clutching at his chest as if something were wrong - something was clearly so very off. His mind is loud and he presses his now healed hand against the side of his head. “I need to see her.” He mumbles to himself flinging the covers off of his sweaty body as he goes over to the nightstand to grab at his phone.
Toji did a number on him that night, beating him until he had lost consciousness to the point where Geto had to step in just to save his life. He remembers Geto’s pitiful gaze as he watched his nephew lie there with a broken hand, cracked ribs, swollen eye and bloodied nose when he finally came to. Love was an absolute weakness in their line of work. But is Choso regretful? No, because he would do it all again if it meant he were to be close to you. He’s wondering what you’re doing now that you’ve been gone from him for the longest time in his life. Wondering how you’re doing, how the baby is treating you, if he should still continue to provoke Toji with going to see you regardless and how Todo treated you. If he even attempted to love you like he did.
After all, you still loved him. Right?
You were still his.
Checking his phone he sighs, ruffling his hand through his messy hair. Thoughts at war with each other. Lifting his hand to chew on his finger he pulls up the app, tracing your location as anxiety creeps its way into his heart. When he sees you’re at the grocery store and he sighs in relief but can’t stop his fingers from twitching. He needs to see you. He needs to take you away.
Choso was a broken man without you by his side.
But he had explicit instructions to leave you alone from his uncle himself and the depression that he fell into didn’t do the pain in his soul any justice. He had stopped eating, preferring to stay in the emptiness of his apartment that still had the remnants of you everywhere he looked. His brothers were worried but he couldn’t be bothered to care about their feelings for once. Especially when he was put in their care to nurse him back to health, pushing the responsibility of the shop that you always ran so smoothly onto them. Everything reminded him of you. Did you miss him too?
“I’ll just stop by for a quick second.” No one could keep him from you. Not while his precious moon and stars was carrying the product of his love. It takes him at least thirty minutes to get ready, finally putting himself together to come see you. Donning a black face mask and a baseball hat that hides most of his eyebrows, he steps out on his way to see you. The reason he kept breathing.
You’re in the grocery store, cradling a little basket as you grab some of your favorite cravings shoving them in with a small smile when he finally sees the flame of his existence. His heart melts and he wants nothing to do but run and scoop you into his arms. To profess his love for you all over again as you’re still so beautiful to him - cheeks glowing, belly swollen showing a small portion of your bump as you’re standing on your tiptoes to reach something a little higher than what you can reach.
No you shouldn’t do that, pup.
Choso freezes the moment he begins to step towards you, a desperate hand reaching out to help as Todo steps into view. He watches the man place a hand on your lower back, grabbing the snack that you want with ease tossing it into the basket before taking it from you. What the fuck? Eyes immediately narrowing into a glare his ears begin to ring as he sees that sweet little face that was only meant for him turn to give Todo that same lovely smile.
“Careful, baby.” Todo’s chastising you with a grin that’s all too familiar, all too natural as you giggle at him. It makes Choso’s blood boil.
“You ditched me, you ass!” You’re pouting now, huffing as you fold your arms across your chest.
What is happening?
“I’m sorry, i’m sorry. Couldn’t forget your ramen.” He’s mumbling, using his free hand to tilt your chin upwards as he leans down to press an apologetic quick kiss against your lips.
The tears that pool at the corners of his eyes are quick, hot and heavy as he watches you from what felt like so far but you were so very close. It’s tears of absolute fury. How dare he? How FUCKING DARE HE? Clenching his fists he can’t help the broken sob that involuntarily leaves his lips and he finds himself tearing away from the scene as the both of you turn in curiosity. Todo is blinking in confusion as the space is now void aside from the two of you, not noticing the way your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Was that - no way it couldn’t have been. Shaking your head you pull Todo away to go to a different aisle so the both of you can continue shopping for this week’s groceries before he heads to his classes.
Despite the tears in his eyes, Choso winds up following the two of you back to your apartment watching as his finger twitches against the wheel in impatience. He waits, ever so patiently as he sees Todo carry up the groceries with murderous intent. How could they corrupt such his beautiful little flower? Did you move on from him so quickly? Did he mean nothing to you anymore? He watches as Todo leaves wanting nothing but answers, wanting nothing more than to see you - to hold you, to love you again before he gets himself in check. After all, does his precious puppy deserve to see him in such an unhinged state? Absolutely not, that would be bad for the baby, bad for you.
Finding your apartment he shifts his weight on his feet, raising a fist to knock at the door more determined than ever to have you in his arms. He’s going to have to take you… he knows it. It’d be good for the both of you. When you finally open the door, drying those pretty little hands on a dish towel he stares at you momentarily stricken with adoration.
“ChoCho?” Completely bewildered you take in his appearance your heart swelling with guilt and love. You momentarily wonder how both things can co-exist within you as you stare back at him.
“Hey, pup.” He’s cracking a sad smile as his eyes look down at you. So small, so fragile. His perfect girl.
Shit.
“Oh, um.” You shake your head opening the door wider because he was familiar, he was still loving - he was still your ChoCho. “Come in, come in.” Gesturing at him, you begin to smile so brightly so thankful that he’s come (he’s broken you into so many pieces, how could you resist?).
He steps into the apartment, body still large and imposing as he carefully watches your frame to get past you. Carefully his observant eyes flit about the apartment for a once over as he hears you lock the door before they finally settle on you.
“I’ve missed you… oh so fuckin’ much, puppy.”
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Synopsis: You’re a dancer that has gotten Sukuna’s attention when you first started dancing. After much teasing and flirting, the two of you wind up in a secret relationship. But today, the day of all days he supposedly forgets your one year anniversary and he has to remind you that he wouldn’t trade you for the world.
CW: Aggressive talk, Aggressive sex, Spitting, Oral, Penetration, Slight humiliation, Reader and Sukuna are equally as aggressive with each other (bratty behavior)
Art Credits: @/mioridi_art on ig
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ClubOwner!Sukuna watches you through narrowed eyes from the safe space on the balcony, puffing his cigar lazily as he watches the way your body twists and moves seductively. Every half drunken idiot stares at you with adoring eyes as you tell a story with your lovely body. Of desire, of passion of need. The club is thrumming with people, the bass adding to the atmosphere as he stares. Daunting, predatory– protective. He’s seen it all before, but what the people didn’t know was how you shivered when you wanted him, how his touch made you crumble into pieces. The both of you kept your relationship secret but just watching you dance like you did when he first saw you makes him so unbearably angry.
Fuck, he knew you were mad at him but not this mad.
He couldn’t even remember what you two were arguing about in the morning that had you so frustrated you left for work without him. It pisses Sukuna off so badly that he’s met his match in personality, in bed, and in soul. He feels like you’re his karma in the flesh, sent to punish him for all of his sins. Running his hand through his hair he leans against the railing pulling his cigar out of his mouth to whistle at you, low and steady. It’s been his signature way to get your attention because you were the only one who turned your focus to him when he first made it when you started dancing.
Glancing up when you hear the whistle you smile oh so sweetly at him and he immediately knows you’re up to no good.
“She better fuckin’ not.” He grumbles as Toji’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder to ground him calmly.
“Did ya forget somethin’ or what?” He’s laughing as Sukuna jaws immediately lock when you don’t come to him, still on stage, moving your beautiful body for other men. You always came to him whenever he called for you.
“I don’t think so… fuck I don’t know.” Sukuna mumbles as he searches through his memories quickly for any important dates that you may have told him. “She’s pissin’ me off.”
His eyes never leave you as you drop to your knees arching your back in just the way that you know he likes. How dare he forget your anniversary? You’re going all out for your performance tonight, not paying attention to the massive pink haired man that’s eyeing you with a deathly glare. After all, two could play this game. You’re stroking the face of a man in front of you as he slips a bill down your bra, winking at him with that playful smile. Not minding that Sukuna is seeing red.
No one was allowed to touch you.
“It’s your anniversary, dumb fuck.” Toji chuckles as a pretty bartender hands him his drink, lingering a bit too long as she hangs on his arm.
Blinking for a moment Sukuna lifts his hand to ignore the drink offer and the moment recognition settles on his face Toji laughs taking his cigar from him.
“Well why the fuck didn’t the brat just say anything.” He’s cursing, upset with himself as he grunts in disappointment. “Does she want to play? I can show everyone who she belongs to.”
Letting out a whistle Toji turns away, pulling the bartender away from a furious Sukuna who’s already making his way down the glass steps. No one was safe when the both of you were upset. The two of you together were chaotic and equally insane, it was fun at times but he had an inkling this time it wouldn’t be. “Close your eyes sweetheart, or I might get jealous.” Pressing a tender kiss against her cheek as he pulls her into his office.
You’re calmly laying on your back, hands running up your perfectly lotioned legs as you hum. Dancing felt good to you when you were feeling any strong emotion and because you were upset with your boyfriend of course you were trying to provoke him. But it felt so nice to not care for just a moment with a couple of shots in your system. However, Sukuna’s presence is so much heavier as he pushes the two men drooling over what is his. Flipping onto your stomach you stare at him with innocent eyes, lips glossed as you raise an eyebrow.
“Careful now,” you lean in closer to him carefully grabbing onto his tie. He was just so fucking fun to tease despite you being upset. “boss might get jealous if you don’t pay first.”
“Woman, if you don’t get off of this stage right the fuck now.” He’s growling at you, ruby red eyes holding your gaze as he leans forward into your teasing embrace, one hand on the stage, the other hand clenched into a fist. “Get down.”
“No.” You straighten his tie as you lean back, smoothing out his shirt as your pretty little tits are shrouded in lace, cunt on full display.
“No?” He mimics you with a raised brow already climbing onto the stage as he holds onto your wrist. “Get down, now.” Warning you again he stares at your face for a moment – you’re so beautiful underneath the pink glow of lights.
Snatching your hand away from his grip you frown at him absolutely furious, pretty little lips in a scowl as you pull your hand back to smack him across the face. Hard, angry and absolutely hurt. The resounding noise stuns everyone into silence as his head turns, blinking in astonishment.
“Fuck you.” You huff, hands balled up so tightly, so angry you could kick him in the balls if he didn’t return your gaze with the same bit of anger and something else you can’t place your finger on.
“That’s it.”
Sukuna isn’t embarrassed because he knows the weight of his presence, knows how his body looks and knows no one else can compare to him as he picks you up to place you on the center stage. Ignoring your trembling body as you look up at him with that ferocious glare he’s come to love so much.
“Oh, mister the big bad wolf is gonna get me.” You clasp your hands together with a big wide grin staring back at him.
“I will fuck you right here, in front of everyone.” His breath is against your ear, letting his finger pull at the elastic of your thong smiling at the resounding snap against your skin. “Is that what you want?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Shouldn’t have tried me, brat.” Sukuna is towering over you, unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly smiling sinisterly as he sees that look in your eyes. “You want to perform, how about I perform with you.” It isn’t a threat anymore but a promise.
Eyes narrowing at him with disdain, you’re still too pissed to genuinely grasp the situation. It’s when he casually rips your bra from your skin when you lift up, tilting your head in mock sympathy when you actually get it.
You were in trouble.
“Aww, is Daddy mad?” You playfully pout as you run your nails down the expanse of his broad chest.
“You know better.” Sukuna allows you to push him back on the stage, sharp teeth glistening through the clouded room ignoring all of the men and women staring at the both of you as if you were just feral animals. “Showin’ off what’s mine? Have you lost your mind?”
“Have you lost yours?” You question back as you trail those pretty little cat nails down his skin.
“I’m gonna help you find it.” He smiles wickedly as he slips his hand in between your thighs, he feels the dampness against your panties. “You like pissin’ me off huh? I can tell.”
“No, you like pissing me off.” Immediately snapping back at him, you let your hand rub his cock through his slacks.
When one of the patrons make a comment about how pretty your tits are the both of you turn together yelling for him to piss off. Sukuna chuckles darkly as he grabs his suit jacket from the floor to cover you, picking you up easily. You drove him absolutely insane. The perfect match for him.
“You’re not dancing anymore.” He whispers in your ear as he takes you up the stairs, finding satisfaction in the way your legs are kicking in triumph.
“Yes I am.”
“I said no.” When you’re in his office he drops you onto his desk staring back at you, frustrated and sweaty.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” You’re pushing his face away, blocking his pretty little view of your perfect tits as you fold your arms across your chest.
“I can and I will.” He grumbles lifting his hand to caress your face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He’s staring at your face with guilt, attempting to lean down to kiss at your lips only for you to turn your head stubbornly.
“For what?” His lips part to call you a spoiled bitch and he closes his mouth knowing that you could dish back immediately what he gives. Sukuna is no longer in the mood to be annoyed further.
“I forgot our anniversary.” Hearing the chastising click of your tongue his hand slides up your thighs ripping the fabric of your thong despite that furious little glare. God, just the look of you being so angry makes his cock twitch in his pants. “What’s so fuckin’ important about it to make you so upset?”
Scoffing at him he pushes your legs apart pushing you to lay flat on your back. You were so damn stubborn. “I’ll kick you in your face right now.” Men are so stupid, you’re thinking to yourself as he kisses your inner thighs, letting his teeth graze against the skin sending shivers down your spine.
“You’ve done worse in bed.” He grumbles, hungrily licking your skin as he’s filled with rage. “Do I not worship you everyday?”
“That’s not the point, Ryomen.” Pausing in movement he stares at you for a moment, taken aback by you using his name. You never did. You always called him by annoyingly sweet little nicknames.
Sukuna has never been this upset with you before, body brimming with anger and he bends down to press his tongue against your clit aggressively. As he laps at your clit, tongue dangerously pressing against your wet folds listening to you cry out. When your fingers lace through his hair, enjoying the aggression as you tremble underneath him he mumbles out a date and you’re trying to focus.
“Huh?” You’re moaning as he devours you, his nails digging into the sensitive spot on your thighs that makes you yelp in pain.
“The day I first kissed you.” He’s mumbling into your pussy with pleasure, letting your juices and his drool spill onto his desk slurping them up so obscenely. Rattling off another date you moan incoherently as his pierced tongue prods in at your entrance, smiling when your hips buck against his face. “Our first proper date.” He’s smug as fuck now as he fucks you with his tongue, long and thick curling inside your slick walls as you squirm underneath him. Pulling back a bit he spits on your pussy, letting his fingers slip into your entrance saying another date. “The day I told you I loved you for the first time.”
“Mmm, Kuna- please!” Your chest is heaving, back arching as you dig your nails into his skin as he continues to rattle off dates as his fingers fuck into you, smirking as he looks down at you. You feel your soaking walls clench around his thick fingers. He’s remembered the first time you slept over, the first time he had to suck it up when you got your period and went to go and fucking ask for help on what women need at the store. But he’s in trouble for letting the anniversary of the two of you being together for a year slip his mind.
You were already a part of him. The fuck did an anniversary mean when you were inscribed in his soul.
Dare he say he’d find you in every life either of you lived?
The pleasure is too much as he bites at your nipple, licking the nub carefully letting himself be sloppy and messy. He knows when you’re about to cum because your nose scrunches up in the cutest little way as you grip his wrist. “I said, i’m sorry sweetheart.” When the waves of your orgasm wracks through your body he smirks as your juices soak his fingers. “Mmm, my good girl. All mine, so fuckin’ pretty for Daddy.” He’s talking you through your orgasm, letting you ride out your wave of pleasure with glee. “That’s it babygirl, let go.” Bending even further he kisses against your parted lips.
“You’re a jackass.” Your words are muffled as you tug on his hair, clearly still upset just a little more placated. Letting your tongues glide together so obscenely, joining the two of you together in a mess of juices you faintly hear him unbuckling his slacks to smack your soaked folds with the tip of his cock. “I’m not letting you win this argument.”
“Shut the hell up.” His cock is thick and heavy, beads of precum slipping down the expanse of his length as he lets it glide across your folds.
“No you shut the hell up, piece of shit.” You’re moaning letting your tiny fist hit against his shoulder, despite your body shuddering with pleasure. By this point in your relationship, Sukuna knew your body just as well as he knew himself. He’s wrapping a large arm around your waist to pull you up, not giving you time to prep for his sudden explosive intrusion.
“I’m the piece of shit, huh?” He whispers into your ear as your walls convulse around his thick cock, licking at your ear. There’s a grin on his lips as your body shakes and he uses one of his hands to hold one of your legs up. “I’m gonna fuck the attitude out of you until you’re stupid, you hear me.”
You’re moaning as your arms wrap around his neck, pussy sucking in his dick as if it were the last thing you were going to do in the world. He’s mean with his thrusts, slow yet deep beating up your pretty little folds with purpose. Eventually you’re lying back on his desk pushing off various materials like they don’t mean anything to you. To him. All you see is each other.
“Wanna be a bitch, huh sweetheart?” He’s taunting you as his hips slap against yours, the squelching of him claiming you echoing around the room.
“You’re the bitch for forgetting!” You manage to stammer out as you reach your hands to dig your nails into his abs, scratching down purposefully leaving marks not caring if you drew blood.
“For fucks sake-“ he’s calling your name as his thrusts become harder, more aggressive. “Ruining my proposal with your attitude.” He’s grunting out as he tilts his hips to drive into that spot that he knows drives you insane.
Your mind is spinning, crying out with each erratic thrust as he continues to fuck you on his desk. Each slap of his balls against your ass is him staking his claim and you knew it. He was so possessive and you adored it. Maybe you were both sick in the head but matched each other perfectly. You don’t even hear what he said as the build up in your body is getting too overwhelming.
“Gonna cum for me?” He’s grinning as he lifts your leg up to his lips, his cock thickening with his own build up. His sharp teeth finds your ankle biting down hard, enjoying the painful whimper you let out like a glass of his favorite drink.
“Daddy, slow down-“ you manage to choke out as your stomach coils.
“No.” Using a free hand he presses against your stomach letting his tongue lick at your toes which makes your back arch, cumming so hard your body involuntarily spasms. He loves it when your nose scrunches up again, but he’s not done quite yet. When he sees your body sweaty and breathless he picks up his pace. “Take it all for me, brat. Every single last drop.”
“Sukuna, please!” Practically screaming with the overstimulation, your eyes are rolling in the back of your head as he grinds his hips against you, gruffing out obscenities as he stimulates your clit with his hips as well.
“You’re mine. Do you hear me?” His eyes are closing because the stimulation with your walls sucking him in, he feels like he’s about to die the way you’re spasming his cock. Milking it like it’s the last thing you’d ever do. “Open your mouth.” His hand abandons your leg to grip your cheeks harshly and when you finally obey him, for the first time all day he spits directly into it.
The both of you are so lewd, engaging in each other like beasts as you swallow the spit that lands in your mouth. Ignoring the drool dribbling down the corner of your lips Sukuna leans down to shove his tongue into your mouth as he lets himself release inside of you. His movements stutter as he pumps hot spurts of his cum inside of your cunt, burying himself entirely to make a snug home out of your cute little pussy. The room is silent save for the dripping of your juices spilling from his desk onto the floor, breaths heaving.
“You ruined it, asshole.” He’s panting heavily, licking at your chin.
“Oh how could I have possibly-“ your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel his cock throbbing back to life.
“I was gonna ask you to marry me, dickhead.” he whispers, kissing along your cheek until he reaches your lips. So plump, so bruised and all so his.
“Mmph.” You’re unable to speak as a happiness unfurls in your chest and you pull him in closer, your legs shaking as you keep him impossibly close.
“I don’t forget shit when it’s you.” He’s mumbling against your lips, trailing his hand down the side of your body. Fuck, he wants to go again. “Make me that mad again and i’ll kill everyone that looks at you.”
You’re staring up at him with those beautiful doe eyes and he melts. Yes, the Sukuna is in love and he wouldn’t have it any other way with his equally as ferocious partner by his side.
“So is that a yes?” Quirking up an eyebrow he stares at those beautiful drunken eyes, so full of him as he fills you.
“To what?” You mumble, letting your hand rest against the side of his face that innocent smile still plastered on.
Groaning he’s so annoyed with you and he sinks his sharp teeth into your collarbone ignoring your cries because your pussy betrays you. He feels you getting wet all over again and smirks. “Marry me, sweetheart.”
“Hmm…” you’re moaning bucking your hips upwards again. “I have to think about it.” Slyly you poke your bottom lip out.
“I should kill you.” He gruffs out as he picks you up, leaving you on his cock as he stares directly into your eyes.
“I meant yes! I meant-“ he angrily slams your hips down, a little smile on his lips as you cry out. “Still a jackass…” you’re hanging onto him for dear life, wondering if you should provoke him at all.
“Good, now I get to punish my fiancé.” He smirks devilishly as he licks at the nape of your neck. There was no way you were going to get any rest, especially not with that attitude.
The two of you together was if Hell and Heaven came to a truce. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Synopsis: You’re a dancer that has gotten Sukuna’s attention when you first started dancing. After much teasing and flirting, the two of you wind up in a secret relationship. But today, the day of all days he supposedly forgets your one year anniversary and he has to remind you that he wouldn’t trade you for the world.
CW: Aggressive talk, Aggressive sex, Spitting, Oral, Penetration, Slight humiliation, Reader and Sukuna are equally as aggressive with each other (bratty behavior)
Art Credits: @/mioridi_art on ig
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ClubOwner!Sukuna watches you through narrowed eyes from the safe space on the balcony, puffing his cigar lazily as he watches the way your body twists and moves seductively. Every half drunken idiot stares at you with adoring eyes as you tell a story with your lovely body. Of desire, of passion of need. The club is thrumming with people, the bass adding to the atmosphere as he stares. Daunting, predatory– protective. He’s seen it all before, but what the people didn’t know was how you shivered when you wanted him, how his touch made you crumble into pieces. The both of you kept your relationship secret but just watching you dance like you did when he first saw you makes him so unbearably angry.
Fuck, he knew you were mad at him but not this mad.
He couldn’t even remember what you two were arguing about in the morning that had you so frustrated you left for work without him. It pisses Sukuna off so badly that he’s met his match in personality, in bed, and in soul. He feels like you’re his karma in the flesh, sent to punish him for all of his sins. Running his hand through his hair he leans against the railing pulling his cigar out of his mouth to whistle at you, low and steady. It’s been his signature way to get your attention because you were the only one who turned your focus to him when he first made it when you started dancing.
Glancing up when you hear the whistle you smile oh so sweetly at him and he immediately knows you’re up to no good.
“She better fuckin’ not.” He grumbles as Toji’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder to ground him calmly.
“Did ya forget somethin’ or what?” He’s laughing as Sukuna jaws immediately lock when you don’t come to him, still on stage, moving your beautiful body for other men. You always came to him whenever he called for you.
“I don’t think so… fuck I don’t know.” Sukuna mumbles as he searches through his memories quickly for any important dates that you may have told him. “She’s pissin’ me off.”
His eyes never leave you as you drop to your knees arching your back in just the way that you know he likes. How dare he forget your anniversary? You’re going all out for your performance tonight, not paying attention to the massive pink haired man that’s eyeing you with a deathly glare. After all, two could play this game. You’re stroking the face of a man in front of you as he slips a bill down your bra, winking at him with that playful smile. Not minding that Sukuna is seeing red.
No one was allowed to touch you.
“It’s your anniversary, dumb fuck.” Toji chuckles as a pretty bartender hands him his drink, lingering a bit too long as she hangs on his arm.
Blinking for a moment Sukuna lifts his hand to ignore the drink offer and the moment recognition settles on his face Toji laughs taking his cigar from him.
“Well why the fuck didn’t the brat just say anything.” He’s cursing, upset with himself as he grunts in disappointment. “Does she want to play? I can show everyone who she belongs to.”
Letting out a whistle Toji turns away, pulling the bartender away from a furious Sukuna who’s already making his way down the glass steps. No one was safe when the both of you were upset. The two of you together were chaotic and equally insane, it was fun at times but he had an inkling this time it wouldn’t be. “Close your eyes sweetheart, or I might get jealous.” Pressing a tender kiss against her cheek as he pulls her into his office.
You’re calmly laying on your back, hands running up your perfectly lotioned legs as you hum. Dancing felt good to you when you were feeling any strong emotion and because you were upset with your boyfriend of course you were trying to provoke him. But it felt so nice to not care for just a moment with a couple of shots in your system. However, Sukuna’s presence is so much heavier as he pushes the two men drooling over what is his. Flipping onto your stomach you stare at him with innocent eyes, lips glossed as you raise an eyebrow.
“Careful now,” you lean in closer to him carefully grabbing onto his tie. He was just so fucking fun to tease despite you being upset. “boss might get jealous if you don’t pay first.”
“Woman, if you don’t get off of this stage right the fuck now.” He’s growling at you, ruby red eyes holding your gaze as he leans forward into your teasing embrace, one hand on the stage, the other hand clenched into a fist. “Get down.”
“No.” You straighten his tie as you lean back, smoothing out his shirt as your pretty little tits are shrouded in lace, cunt on full display.
“No?” He mimics you with a raised brow already climbing onto the stage as he holds onto your wrist. “Get down, now.” Warning you again he stares at your face for a moment – you’re so beautiful underneath the pink glow of lights.
Snatching your hand away from his grip you frown at him absolutely furious, pretty little lips in a scowl as you pull your hand back to smack him across the face. Hard, angry and absolutely hurt. The resounding noise stuns everyone into silence as his head turns, blinking in astonishment.
“Fuck you.” You huff, hands balled up so tightly, so angry you could kick him in the balls if he didn’t return your gaze with the same bit of anger and something else you can’t place your finger on.
“That’s it.”
Sukuna isn’t embarrassed because he knows the weight of his presence, knows how his body looks and knows no one else can compare to him as he picks you up to place you on the center stage. Ignoring your trembling body as you look up at him with that ferocious glare he’s come to love so much.
“Oh, mister the big bad wolf is gonna get me.” You clasp your hands together with a big wide grin staring back at him.
“I will fuck you right here, in front of everyone.” His breath is against your ear, letting his finger pull at the elastic of your thong smiling at the resounding snap against your skin. “Is that what you want?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Shouldn’t have tried me, brat.” Sukuna is towering over you, unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly smiling sinisterly as he sees that look in your eyes. “You want to perform, how about I perform with you.” It isn’t a threat anymore but a promise.
Eyes narrowing at him with disdain, you’re still too pissed to genuinely grasp the situation. It’s when he casually rips your bra from your skin when you lift up, tilting your head in mock sympathy when you actually get it.
You were in trouble.
“Aww, is Daddy mad?” You playfully pout as you run your nails down the expanse of his broad chest.
“You know better.” Sukuna allows you to push him back on the stage, sharp teeth glistening through the clouded room ignoring all of the men and women staring at the both of you as if you were just feral animals. “Showin’ off what’s mine? Have you lost your mind?”
“Have you lost yours?” You question back as you trail those pretty little cat nails down his skin.
“I’m gonna help you find it.” He smiles wickedly as he slips his hand in between your thighs, he feels the dampness against your panties. “You like pissin’ me off huh? I can tell.”
“No, you like pissing me off.” Immediately snapping back at him, you let your hand rub his cock through his slacks.
When one of the patrons make a comment about how pretty your tits are the both of you turn together yelling for him to piss off. Sukuna chuckles darkly as he grabs his suit jacket from the floor to cover you, picking you up easily. You drove him absolutely insane. The perfect match for him.
“You’re not dancing anymore.” He whispers in your ear as he takes you up the stairs, finding satisfaction in the way your legs are kicking in triumph.
“Yes I am.”
“I said no.” When you’re in his office he drops you onto his desk staring back at you, frustrated and sweaty.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” You’re pushing his face away, blocking his pretty little view of your perfect tits as you fold your arms across your chest.
“I can and I will.” He grumbles lifting his hand to caress your face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He’s staring at your face with guilt, attempting to lean down to kiss at your lips only for you to turn your head stubbornly.
“For what?” His lips part to call you a spoiled bitch and he closes his mouth knowing that you could dish back immediately what he gives. Sukuna is no longer in the mood to be annoyed further.
“I forgot our anniversary.” Hearing the chastising click of your tongue his hand slides up your thighs ripping the fabric of your thong despite that furious little glare. God, just the look of you being so angry makes his cock twitch in his pants. “What’s so fuckin’ important about it to make you so upset?”
Scoffing at him he pushes your legs apart pushing you to lay flat on your back. You were so damn stubborn. “I’ll kick you in your face right now.” Men are so stupid, you’re thinking to yourself as he kisses your inner thighs, letting his teeth graze against the skin sending shivers down your spine.
“You’ve done worse in bed.” He grumbles, hungrily licking your skin as he’s filled with rage. “Do I not worship you everyday?”
“That’s not the point, Ryomen.” Pausing in movement he stares at you for a moment, taken aback by you using his name. You never did. You always called him by annoyingly sweet little nicknames.
Sukuna has never been this upset with you before, body brimming with anger and he bends down to press his tongue against your clit aggressively. As he laps at your clit, tongue dangerously pressing against your wet folds listening to you cry out. When your fingers lace through his hair, enjoying the aggression as you tremble underneath him he mumbles out a date and you’re trying to focus.
“Huh?” You’re moaning as he devours you, his nails digging into the sensitive spot on your thighs that makes you yelp in pain.
“The day I first kissed you.” He’s mumbling into your pussy with pleasure, letting your juices and his drool spill onto his desk slurping them up so obscenely. Rattling off another date you moan incoherently as his pierced tongue prods in at your entrance, smiling when your hips buck against his face. “Our first proper date.” He’s smug as fuck now as he fucks you with his tongue, long and thick curling inside your slick walls as you squirm underneath him. Pulling back a bit he spits on your pussy, letting his fingers slip into your entrance saying another date. “The day I told you I loved you for the first time.”
“Mmm, Kuna- please!” Your chest is heaving, back arching as you dig your nails into his skin as he continues to rattle off dates as his fingers fuck into you, smirking as he looks down at you. You feel your soaking walls clench around his thick fingers. He’s remembered the first time you slept over, the first time he had to suck it up when you got your period and went to go and fucking ask for help on what women need at the store. But he’s in trouble for letting the anniversary of the two of you being together for a year slip his mind.
You were already a part of him. The fuck did an anniversary mean when you were inscribed in his soul.
Dare he say he’d find you in every life either of you lived?
The pleasure is too much as he bites at your nipple, licking the nub carefully letting himself be sloppy and messy. He knows when you’re about to cum because your nose scrunches up in the cutest little way as you grip his wrist. “I said, i’m sorry sweetheart.” When the waves of your orgasm wracks through your body he smirks as your juices soak his fingers. “Mmm, my good girl. All mine, so fuckin’ pretty for Daddy.” He’s talking you through your orgasm, letting you ride out your wave of pleasure with glee. “That’s it babygirl, let go.” Bending even further he kisses against your parted lips.
“You’re a jackass.” Your words are muffled as you tug on his hair, clearly still upset just a little more placated. Letting your tongues glide together so obscenely, joining the two of you together in a mess of juices you faintly hear him unbuckling his slacks to smack your soaked folds with the tip of his cock. “I’m not letting you win this argument.”
“Shut the hell up.” His cock is thick and heavy, beads of precum slipping down the expanse of his length as he lets it glide across your folds.
“No you shut the hell up, piece of shit.” You’re moaning letting your tiny fist hit against his shoulder, despite your body shuddering with pleasure. By this point in your relationship, Sukuna knew your body just as well as he knew himself. He’s wrapping a large arm around your waist to pull you up, not giving you time to prep for his sudden explosive intrusion.
“I’m the piece of shit, huh?” He whispers into your ear as your walls convulse around his thick cock, licking at your ear. There’s a grin on his lips as your body shakes and he uses one of his hands to hold one of your legs up. “I’m gonna fuck the attitude out of you until you’re stupid, you hear me.”
You’re moaning as your arms wrap around his neck, pussy sucking in his dick as if it were the last thing you were going to do in the world. He’s mean with his thrusts, slow yet deep beating up your pretty little folds with purpose. Eventually you’re lying back on his desk pushing off various materials like they don’t mean anything to you. To him. All you see is each other.
“Wanna be a bitch, huh sweetheart?” He’s taunting you as his hips slap against yours, the squelching of him claiming you echoing around the room.
“You’re the bitch for forgetting!” You manage to stammer out as you reach your hands to dig your nails into his abs, scratching down purposefully leaving marks not caring if you drew blood.
“For fucks sake-“ he’s calling your name as his thrusts become harder, more aggressive. “Ruining my proposal with your attitude.” He’s grunting out as he tilts his hips to drive into that spot that he knows drives you insane.
Your mind is spinning, crying out with each erratic thrust as he continues to fuck you on his desk. Each slap of his balls against your ass is him staking his claim and you knew it. He was so possessive and you adored it. Maybe you were both sick in the head but matched each other perfectly. You don’t even hear what he said as the build up in your body is getting too overwhelming.
“Gonna cum for me?” He’s grinning as he lifts your leg up to his lips, his cock thickening with his own build up. His sharp teeth finds your ankle biting down hard, enjoying the painful whimper you let out like a glass of his favorite drink.
“Daddy, slow down-“ you manage to choke out as your stomach coils.
“No.” Using a free hand he presses against your stomach letting his tongue lick at your toes which makes your back arch, cumming so hard your body involuntarily spasms. He loves it when your nose scrunches up again, but he’s not done quite yet. When he sees your body sweaty and breathless he picks up his pace. “Take it all for me, brat. Every single last drop.”
“Sukuna, please!” Practically screaming with the overstimulation, your eyes are rolling in the back of your head as he grinds his hips against you, gruffing out obscenities as he stimulates your clit with his hips as well.
“You’re mine. Do you hear me?” His eyes are closing because the stimulation with your walls sucking him in, he feels like he’s about to die the way you’re spasming his cock. Milking it like it’s the last thing you’d ever do. “Open your mouth.” His hand abandons your leg to grip your cheeks harshly and when you finally obey him, for the first time all day he spits directly into it.
The both of you are so lewd, engaging in each other like beasts as you swallow the spit that lands in your mouth. Ignoring the drool dribbling down the corner of your lips Sukuna leans down to shove his tongue into your mouth as he lets himself release inside of you. His movements stutter as he pumps hot spurts of his cum inside of your cunt, burying himself entirely to make a snug home out of your cute little pussy. The room is silent save for the dripping of your juices spilling from his desk onto the floor, breaths heaving.
“You ruined it, asshole.” He’s panting heavily, licking at your chin.
“Oh how could I have possibly-“ your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel his cock throbbing back to life.
“I was gonna ask you to marry me, dickhead.” he whispers, kissing along your cheek until he reaches your lips. So plump, so bruised and all so his.
“Mmph.” You’re unable to speak as a happiness unfurls in your chest and you pull him in closer, your legs shaking as you keep him impossibly close.
“I don’t forget shit when it’s you.” He’s mumbling against your lips, trailing his hand down the side of your body. Fuck, he wants to go again. “Make me that mad again and i’ll kill everyone that looks at you.”
You’re staring up at him with those beautiful doe eyes and he melts. Yes, the Sukuna is in love and he wouldn’t have it any other way with his equally as ferocious partner by his side.
“So is that a yes?” Quirking up an eyebrow he stares at those beautiful drunken eyes, so full of him as he fills you.
“To what?” You mumble, letting your hand rest against the side of his face that innocent smile still plastered on.
Groaning he’s so annoyed with you and he sinks his sharp teeth into your collarbone ignoring your cries because your pussy betrays you. He feels you getting wet all over again and smirks. “Marry me, sweetheart.”
“Hmm…” you’re moaning bucking your hips upwards again. “I have to think about it.” Slyly you poke your bottom lip out.
“I should kill you.” He gruffs out as he picks you up, leaving you on his cock as he stares directly into your eyes.
“I meant yes! I meant-“ he angrily slams your hips down, a little smile on his lips as you cry out. “Still a jackass…” you’re hanging onto him for dear life, wondering if you should provoke him at all.
“Good, now I get to punish my fiancé.” He smirks devilishly as he licks at the nape of your neck. There was no way you were going to get any rest, especially not with that attitude.
The two of you together was if Hell and Heaven came to a truce. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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for my lovely lil sukuna lovers out there.
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Pairing: reader x yandere!Choso, reader x loving!Todo
CW: stalking, sabotage, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome, obsession, pet play, dom!choso, murder, penetration, CNC, choso just… being a hoe, ANGST, pregnancy, fluff.
*just a note i do not condone any of these actions irl. what choso is doing in this fic is absolutely not okay. xo*
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Taglist: @defianttotemterror @shelby2010
Chapter Twelve
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Todo holds you all through the night, soothing you whenever you began to cry all over again. He’s mentally exhausted keeping what Toji said away from you as his arms circle around your body, pulling you in close. Todo doesn’t realize that he’s becoming your Atlas to hold the world above your shoulders without question. He knew Choso was off but not this fucking off. Being a man of righteousness he’s baffled by the fact that even him as man who had a crush on you for a while couldn’t possibly fathom crossing the lines that Choso did. When he wakes up first he finds his body too sweaty, too hot despite not wanting to wake you up. Slipping from your grip ever so carefully he pushes the pillow he used to sleep on for your arms to wrap around in place of him.
He’s in the kitchen now, shirtless using whatever he has in the fridge to make the both of you breakfast. “Groceries, groceries, groceries…” mumbling to himself so he remembers, he never needed to stock up in quantities but knowing you’re pregnant he’s devoting himself to your well being.
When you finally come into view he stares at you, neither of you speaking a word.
“Hey pretty.” voice quiet he takes in your puffy eyes, wordlessly holding his arms out until you come to him to bring you into a tight hug. “Do you feel a little bit better from yesterday?” He’s so desperate for you to process this so he can see your smile once more.
Where Choso’s love was silent and caring, Todo’s love was loud in action and careful.
“Mm, not really.” You respond as you grab onto his shoulders to pull him down, burying your face against his neck as he embraces you albeit freezing in fear of you shattering again. You had already connected the dots due to the fragments your uncle had given you. “Todo… i’m so sorry.” You whisper against him as the both of you just hold each other.
“Aoi.” His voice finally breaks the silence, smiling as you look up at him confused. “Call me by my name.”
“I should call you Koi fish.” His laughter breaks the tension as his palms run down your back and the gentle hug is now suffocating as he squeezes your body tightly. “Hey man!” He’s releasing you, fingers smoothing against your hair gently.
“Sorry, sorry. I forgot you’re fragile now.” He’s teasing you as he turns to continue cooking.
Fragile. The word makes you pause and instinctively you reach a hand to touch your stomach, as if the baby in your stomach was a phantom that only existed if you spoke about it. His eyes flicker over to you watching your face as you process the previous day.
“Oh shit.”
“Huh?”
“I’m fucking pregnant.” You gasp suddenly nauseated your thoughts spiraling into a dark pit. Tears prick against the corners of your eyes and he turns off the stove to move towards you, thumbs brushing at the corners of your eyes shushing you quietly. “Fuck what am I gonna do?”
“We’ll figure it out, sweetheart. I meant that.” He’s staring at you, eyes searching for a hint of your sanity. “Listen, if he’s not here… I want you to know that I am.” You’re crying too hysterically at the moment and he freaks out for a second, rushing over to the tv to turn on his favorite japanese idol’s song in hopes it’ll calm you down.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You laugh through your tears as he calmly brings you to the living room, holding your hands as he dances around in his best attempt to cheer you up.
“Dance pretty girl, I know you got it in you.” He’s twirling you around, making cute poses periodically as if he were on the television himself to bring you up out of your sour mood.
Next thing you know the two are dancing together, singing at the top of your lungs like two completely overwhelmed hearts. There’s laughter exchanged between the both of you and he’s pulling you into a crushing hug before a warm sensation spews against his chest. The both of you stop as you cover your mouth in mortification, staring at him with fear in your eyes. With your vomit gliding down his abs he shakes his head. “It’s okay- love don’t worry.”
He’s cut off by your garbled noise of fury with yourself as you run towards the bedroom, arms flinging open the bedroom door to get to his bathroom. Calling out your name he gives you a minute, ears straining as he listens to you throwing up. Todo decides to grab one of his shaker bottles to fill up promptly, desperately wanting you to feel better.
“It’s just morning sickness.” He states as he rubs your back in soothing circles, placing the water bottle on top of the counter. “You haven’t even had any food, i’m sorry for making you exert yourself.”
Throwing up so violently he holds your hair away from your face, clicking his tongue as he waits patiently.
“Fuck who’s gonna love me like this? A single mom with a psycho ex-boyfriend?” You’re crying again as you finish another round of throwing up. “God I still love him. Why the fuck is this happening to me?” The tears spilling down your cheeks come in rapid force as you begin to hiccup uncontrollably and Todo stares at you in thought making a decision for the both of you.
“I would.” He states calmly reaching for the water to offer you as if it were a truce. “I know it’s fucked up, and I promise I’m not taking advantage of you at the moment but I most certainly would love you still.” His eyes are on you watching you take little sips.
“I hate this shit.” You mumble letting your head rest on his propped up knee.
“No pressure, but I meant it when I said we would figure it out.” His voice is reassuring as he rubs your back calmly, willing all of the peace he has within him into you desperately. “Together.”
You’re crying again as the jigsaw puzzle in your mind comes together about Choso, the love of your life.
Was Choso using you? Were you just some toy?
“The only thing I ask is…” Todo speaks as he continuously touches you as if you were going to break. “Can you help me with groceries? I’m not sure what you like.”
Bursting into laughter through your sobs he holds you close against his chest, eyes closing as he soaks in your warmth.
“They don’t call me the best assistant for nothing.”
Finally you’re smiling a true smile that makes your eyes crinkle in the corners.
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After a few days which feels like a lifetime to him.
Choso is absolutely livid when he wakes up. He doesn’t hear from you, not a single text, not a fuck you, not anything just fucking silence and it’s killing him. His breathing is heavy as he wakes up from a brief nap because yes, that’s all that it is. A brief nap because he can’t sleep without your warm body by his side. He’s fucked up majorly on all fronts. He accepts that, but that bastard Toji forcefully taking you away from him has him bursting out sorrow from the seams.
Everything he did was for you.
All he wanted was you.
Even when you were stolen away he prayed that it was just for a period of time to calm down, he’s annoyed as he chews on his finger seeing Toji rip every single cam device out crushing them with his fists, all of your electronics as he yearns for you.
‘Stay the fuck away from my niece, bitch.’
Is Toji’s final warning to him through a camera that he finds and he couldn’t possibly fathom why no one else could see how happy you were with him. How bright your smile was, how you melted into him in every single way that made you sparkle with joy. He wasn’t lazy, wasn’t stupid but the thought of losing you was too much for his mind to handle.
He’s shown up at your apartment countless times, waiting for your beautiful smile to your needy little arms to come around him.
But he’s met with silence and it makes him so fucking angry.
He didn’t do anything wrong.
He’s pulled from his thoughts as Yuji and Eso stare at him through the door, eyes glimmering with concern.
Toji couldn’t stop his love for you. He worked so hard to finally get you to love him in the same way. He couldn’t do that. Right? RIGHT?
“Hey um…” Yuji speaks up and Choso lifts his head to stare at him with a deadpan face. Keeping his emotions inside but Eso knows better, he’s seen that face right before Choso snapped. “Dollface and Todo quit.”
Choso nods his head in quiet acceptance (he doesn’t accept this at all) head leaning back against the chair as he sighs. He’d come back to you soon, he’s hopeful letting his barbell click against his teeth carefully. Toji was a hindrance, an absolute obstacle in his way. What did he tell you? What poison did he feed into you to make you turn against him in this way? He doesn’t understand. He’s reaching for the phone in his drawer, pulling out the carefully cloned phone of yours to obsessively search through your messages.
Finding nothing he huffs, looking at his worried brothers with a smile that didn’t show any warmth. “We kill him tonight.” He nods quietly tossing the phone back in its respective drawer. “No exceptions. I just need her back home.”
Yuji stiffens a bit as concern hits him like a tidal wave. He’s never seen Choso like this and he knows the situation is tense between the both of you but it hurts his heart. “She’s pregnant isn’t she…” it’s not a question, not a statement but, a soft revelation.
Choso is silent letting his thumb brush over his lip. “Yes.” Nodding he closes his eyes and despite Toji’s words he’s more than determined to find you at all cost, he couldn’t have you hating him after all. That wouldn’t be good for the baby. “I need this to be wrapped up quickly so I can get back home to my family.” He sighs, eyes darting at Eso who gets his look with practiced ease. “I want to make sure we’re okay…”
His world is crumbling right through his fingers.
“What apartment number does Todo live in?” He questions and before Yuji can blurt it out, Eso is slapping a hand over his mouth.
It’s not like he needs it, he’s willing to knock on every single door in the building.
“Let’s not provoke Toji right now, focus please.” It’s a soft plea because he hates seeing Choso break into pieces. “If you want her back let’s just do our job. Dollface doesn’t need the added stress.”
But oh, Eso was so wrong.
Toji shows up at Todo’s apartment with your things packed with new keys very far away for your new condo with your cousin in tow. He doesn’t say anything just giving you a brief yet awkward hug.
“Sorry for all of this…” he mumbles as you squeeze him tightly and you’re slightly repulsed. Everyone kept hugging you as if you were ready to break and it just kept reminding you of your situation.
“You know how Toji is, so i’m not surprised.” He gives you a reassuring look, eyes filled with pity. “But everything is going to be okay.”
“Pack it up boys.” Toji gruffs as Sukuna begins placing Todo’s things in boxes as well. “Don’t let her lift a finger or i’m gonna beat the shit out of all of you.”
The hours pass with Todo checking in on you, offering you water and the snacks that he’s eating. He’s still overwhelmed but he holds himself together to keep you composed. He was a good friend, certainly but he’s making sure you’re as comfortable as you need to be in this horrible situation.
“Too bad I didn’t get to fuck.” Sukuna is disgruntled, lifting the last of the boxes as Toji smacks him in the back of the head. To which all of you despite the situation laughs. As crude as he was, his moments of chaos could make a situation better.
“Knock it off, idiot.”
“I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking.” Sukuna shrugs as father and son duo stare at him with sheer disgust.
“That’s my fuckin’ niece you freak!” Toji and Sukuna begin to fight playfully, easing the tension.
“We’ll be okay, pretty girl.” Todo reminds you for the umpteenth time, getting a resounding smack against his bicep in retaliation. Yelping he rubs at his arm despite your furious little glare. “Is this whole family violent, Jesus.”
The rest of the day is filled with the three men putting away your stuff, leaving Todo much to his dismay to unpack his own belongings. By the time they’re ready to leave the moon is hanging in the sky and you’re hugging everyone aside from Sukuna goodbye. Todo quietly letting you have this moment to yourself.
“He’s gonna take good care of ya, alright?” Toji’s crushing you into a protective hug. “Be good for me. You’ll get back to… normal soon.” He doesn’t sound so sure as he ruffles your hair passing off new electronics to you with a look of warning. Megumi stays for a beat to touch your shoulder as if you were contagious.
“Let me know the gender. I can send you some stuff.” It wasn’t much to anyone else who didn’t know him, but to you it meant the world.
“Thanks, ugly.” You smile at him and he grimaces hopping into the truck alongside his dad and Sukuna, leaving you and Todo to yourselves to break in your new condo in peace.
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In the night the three brothers work like a well oiled machine, subduing everyone in your ex boyfriends mansion with ease. Yuji is quick on his feet, knocking anyone he comes across unconscious with a focused look. Eso easily snaps necks with a childish shrug of his shoulders as Choso walks to the room your ex is in with purpose. He meant it when he said they needed to wrap this up quickly if it meant getting one step closer to you. Lazily he sits on the chair in front of your tied up ex boyfriend, tilting his head as if he were studying.
“Did she put you up to this?” Is his immediate response when he notices Choso, eyes squinting in a glare.
“No.” Calmly Choso is pulling out a gun resting it on his lap. “As much as I hate to say it, but this is your parents fault – my feelings aside that is.” He’s sighing now, ready to get this over with so he can focus all of his energy on bringing you back home.
Everyone pauses when his phone begins to ring and assuming that it was Geto he grabs the gun, pulling his phone out with his free hand to automatically answer as your ex trembles in place.
“What is it? I’m busy.” He gruffs out, scratching his head with the glock until he hears your shaky exhale.
“ChoCho?” You’re whispering, hiding out on the balcony as Todo snores peacefully on the couch too worn out to do much of anything else.
“Hey, pup.” He feels like he’s about to burst into flames with relief as he automatically stands, pushing the gun into Eso’s hands before stepping outside. “Where’d you go?”
It’s not like he needs you to tell him anyway as he pulls his phone away from his ear to launch an app he created to trace calls.
“I just don’t understand what’s happening.” You sniffle as your tears roll down your cheeks. Nothing about this man ever gave you indication that he was wicked.
“Do you want me to come talk to you in person?” He’s trying to be so calm for the both of your sake but he’s so happy he’s tearing up as well. You just don’t understand what you do to him He doesn’t think you’d ever will. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” He whispers as his eyes close.
“I need to see you.” Is all the confirmation he needs as he smiles slowly. “I missed you too ChoCho… please come get me.”
“Send me your address and I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?” He’s smiling too much. He knew that you would never abandon him unless you were forced to.
“Can we meet at a park?” voice soft and trembling with tears you’re pulling at the hem of your shirt nervously.
Staring at the phone for a moment in disbelief he goes back inside of the house, grabbing the gun from Eso who’s struggling to pull the trigger. “Whatever you want.” He’s thinking that maybe he should tie you up instead, keep you hidden away from the world and outsiders that think he’s no good for you. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.” Only when you say that you love him too does he hang up the phone, gun raising to shoot your ex directly in the middle of his head.
Yuji squeals as he passes out only to be caught in Eso’s hands. If there was one constant about Yuji was the fact unless it was him drawing the blood he couldn’t take it. The phone rings again and Choso answers already kicking at the man’s feet as he slumped over.
“Yeah it’s done.” He whispers softly, waiting for new orders. “Send me the next one whenever you’re ready I have plans.”
“Do you now?” Geto’s voice is low and warm through the phone. “If it’s anything involving Toji’s niece, I’d be careful if I were you.”
“I always am.” He’s giving Eso the confirmation nod as he goes back to the car. They were strictly involved in clean up, as the eldest he didn’t let their hands get dirty like he got his.
“Not careful enough.” Is Geto’s lazy remark as he hums to himself. “He doesn’t follow our code.”
“He’s going to have to now that i’m going to be a father.” He’s already removing his gloves to place into the center console, smiling to himself because he gets to see you again.
“You never fail to surprise me.”
“I’m going now.”
Because the love of his life was waiting just for him.
It doesn’t take him long to get to the park, finding you almost immediately his breath gets caught in his throat as he throws his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Hey, puppy.” His voice is laced with such pretty affection as he turns his head to press a kiss against your head. He’s so relieved.
“Hey, ChoCho.” Melting into his arms you just want the world to fade away as he holds you so close against his chest, the steady thrum of his hearbeat against your body as he keeps himself from crying again.
The both of you are silent as the stars and moon bathe against your bodies as you hold each other. They were going to be the secret keepers to your love. A promise, a sacred prayer as you hold each other. You’re not sure for how long you’re standing there just in his embrace but you smile at him when he has you in the back of his car, letting you straddle his waist watching you get comfortable. There’s a hint of guilt in his eyes as he stares at you with those beautiful, purple eyes.
“Choso, i’m pregnant.” You breathe out shakily and he brushes his hand against your cheek tenderly.
“I know, sweetheart.” A large hand comes to rest against your stomach with a practiced ease. “You have questions for me, yeah?” He’s leaning forward to press gentle kisses against your cheek as if nothing was wrong.
“Why?” Your lips begin to tremble as your fingers lace through his hair to keep him close despite your instincts telling you to push him away.
There’s a pause as he keeps you close to him, holding onto you so tightly as if you were just a figurine about to shatter the moment he let go. “I didn’t know how to tell you that I was in love with you.” He confesses softly as your tears dampen his shirt. “I’m so sorry.”
“So you took advantage of me?” He’s wiping at your cheeks, a desperate look on his face. Shaking his head furiously the pace of his breath quicken.
“I would never. Please believe me.” If anything he looks like the sad puppy now, staring at you with nothing but devotion in his eyes.
“So tell me what Toji was talking about.” Demanding as you gaze back at him wanting to know the truth. But the fact was could you even forgive him if he said it? A part of knows you’d forgive him for anything. He’s always had your best interest at heart. He stares back at you, letting his fingers trace along your features as he asks you about what. “Have you been watching me this entire time?”
Pausing for a moment you blink at him not knowing what he was going to say and he looks at you again, letting his fingers curl against the fabric of your shirt. “Ever since we beat those boys up in high school for you, yes.” It’s a half lie.
“Who told you I was pregnant?” Eyeing him carefully he lifts his head to steal a kiss from you.
“Sukuna did.” Another half lie. He knew what he was doing. Calling your name softly he’s holding onto you so desperately hoping this would keep you with him.
“They say you’re dangerous ChoCho…” your face is burying into his neck and his eyes darken, letting his hand rest against the back of your head.
“I am.” He doesn’t offer more than what you ask, not giving you too much information but exactly what you’re requesting.
When you lift his head to stare at him with tear filled eyes he feels his heart breaking. His embrace gets tighter, his hands cupping your cheeks carefully. You are the love of his life, the mother of his child, his best friend. Seeing you hurt made him hurt in the worst ways possible.
“But everything I did was for you.” He reassures you finding a piece of candy to slip into your mouth like normal. “I’m just… not good with my feelings. Never have been.” He admits quietly as you stare at him, watching you seemingly combust with anxiety.
“The baby-“
“We can raise them together and be happy.” He smiles as your expression soften, and you feel so stupid and ridiculous for loving him so much but he was always there. No matter the cost. “I can take you away from here. But only if you want.”
You lean into him burning for the sense of normalcy you just had as you cup his face to press your lips against his. He lets you without question, his hands coming back to your waist to hold you steady as you kiss him. At this point he thinks a bullet to his chest would be the only way to stop him.
“Absolutely not.” Megumi says as he flings the door open, staring at Choso with his father looming over his shoulder.
“Little girl.” Toji gruffs out prying you away from Choso’s grip as he leans his head against the seat, closing his eyes to breathe and calm himself. “What did I say, huh?” He’s hoisting you over his shoulder despite your protests and a piece of him breaks at how broken you sound trying to get back to Choso — the very man that shattered you to build you back up again in the way he saw fit.
He failed another kid. Guilt is shredding his heart into pieces.
“Hey, quit!” He’s yelling as Megumi gives his father a knowing nod as he tries to subdue you into the backseat of his car. “Babygirl fuckin’ STOP.” He screams at you to get you to settle down and you blink back tears wondering how the fuck you ended up here.
“How did you know?” You’re whimpering unsure of who to trust in this moment and Toji notices your body is trembling in fear and he curses. Whispering apologies as Todo’s arm comes around you carefully.
“I told him you left…” he whispers as you sink into his warm embrace as he pulls you in tightly. “I was scared something happened.”
“Why does everyone keep doing things for me before asking? It’s not fucking fair!” You’re screaming, emotions coursing through your veins like poison as you sob unable to keep yourself in check. “I fucking hate all of you!” Punching into Todo’s chest he just holds you tighter, pity in his arms as he now knows the lengths of what Choso has done to you.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispers as he kisses the side of your face. “I’m so so sorry.”
Toji watches the scene grateful for Todo’s calming presence as he closes the door, his head immediately whipping over to Choso’s car with murderous intent.
“Look at what the fuck you did to my baby.” He growls sauntering over to the car like a predator, standing next to his son who also mimics the same glare just in a different way.
“She didn’t deserve this, you asshole.” Megumi barks as Choso rolls his head over to face him upset but not defeated. “Last words?”
“Just tell her that I love her and I’ll see her soon.” Choso smiles calmly and it pisses Toji off to where he whips out his gun forcefully hitting the younger man unconscious.
“Always hated the little shit.” Toji grumbles standing up straight to stare at Choso’s limp body.
“What do we do now?” Megumi answers hesitantly.
“You take babygirl and Todo home. I got some business to take care of here.”
Watching his son nod before heading back to the car where you’re having a breakdown, he stares back at Choso. “Don’t fuck with MY family, piece of shit.”
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timeskip coming bc the way that choso is gonna crash out is sinister and that’s a lot for me i’m ngl. ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
Todo x reader smut incoming thooo. Hope you enjoyed my pretty bbies!
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Synopsis: After making you his companion, Master Vampire Suguru is constantly stressed for the first month because you’re just a rambunctious new vampire. He adores you so absolutely much he feeds into all of your desires to quench your random and violent bouts of bloodlust. He winds up figuring out a way to keep himself from cleaning up your messes by offering himself to you one night.
CW: implication of violence, blood, biting, fluff, suguruxfem reader
MDNI
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“Darling,” you hear the whispers before your body begins to stretch. “I need you to speak to me.” the voice sounds so loud despite his whispers.
Disoriented and aching your eyes flutter open to peer at a beautiful face so close to yours, warm hand resting against your stomach as you awaken. Groaning you instinctively turn away from him mumbling underneath your breath before your memory comes rushing back at you with full force – mixed with his own memory as well.
You remember the pain, the metallic taste of copper in your mouth as he feeds you his blood your body writhing violently against warm hands that keep you still as you scream in absolute agony. It kills him devastatingly as he watches your body transform. But watching you devour your first human makes his heart race. His counterpart is so breathtakingly divine. He’s invading every single one of your senses, claiming you as his companion through and through.
“My flower, please talk to me.” It’s a command as his fingers tip at your chin to look at him. His violet eyes are clouded with concern as you can also feel every emotions he feels.
The concern, the adoration– the lust.
The two of you are tethered together after all.
“Suguru…” he winces in brief pain when your teeth instinctively bite at his palm. He perks up a bit as you stare at him, your newfound fangs cutting against your tongue. “I’m so hungry.”
He stares at you that same lazy smile on his lips. Seemingly so composed. “You just ate.” Reminding you carefully he immediately pulls his hands back as you jump up.
Even him as a master vampire with his status knows that new fledglings are not to be trifled with.
Stretching your arms above your head he lets out a puff of air. He hasn’t dealt with a new vampire in so long he isn’t sure whether to find how adorable his gorgeous little companion is with settling in or terrified for the destruction you may cause.
“Angel…” his tone is warning as he watches you dance around the room with your newfound abilities. As much as he wants to adore you exploring your newfound freedom, he has it made up in his mind that you need to be contained. “My love, come here.” Your lips are in a pout as your feet make your way back to him.
You feel his anxiety, his rising worry even as you sit in his lap and his arms protectively wrap around your waist to pull you completely against him.
Like two hearts that bleed into one.
“But i’m so hungry.” Gentle palms are rubbing against your back as he keeps you still with his strong grip eyes flitting over you carefully. “Just one more…” He mumbles in protest against your skin pressing gentle kisses against your exposed collarbone.
The bed that you share with him feels like heaven, silk sheets tracing over every single curve of your bodies as he hums in sheer delight watching his former delicate little thing enjoy herself. He’s worried because he knows the moment he releases his grip on you, you’re going to devastate the night. After all, your first feed was disastrously gorgeous. A sweet symphony of devotion to celebrate his bride.
You were like a hurricane. Chaotic, deadly, wicked, yet beautiful. A sculpture cultivated by the God of Life himself.
“Hmm..” he’s pondering as he pulls you into his lap, letting his head rest against the crook of your neck. He’s a patient man, listening to your giggles as your emotions of joy and hunger flood into him. “Feed from me.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck you hold him close feeling your breathing synchronize with his. “I can do that?”
“There’s no rules against it.” He hums, amused. “Besides, I created you. Take from me as you need. You just can’t do it often.”
“But hunting is fun!” Pulling away from him your eyes narrow in a glare.
“You’re just excitable right now, my love.” He’s trying to calm your growing bloodlust as your fingers combs through his long, thick hair. “I need you inside for me right now, so eat. And there are benefits feeding from me.”
You want to question him, to understand but your new vampire body just refuses to let you fight back against your human instincts. Letting your nail press against his neck, he calmly tilts his head to expose himself to you. He isn’t worried because he knows he’s stronger than you. After all he wouldn’t have went through the trouble of courting you properly to be his companion if he couldn’t stop you.
“Be gentle with me, little one.” He hums, gripping your waist with purpose.
There’s a momentary pause with quiet reassurance in the form of his thumbs rubbing circles against your skin underneath your satin nightgown.
Body reacting on its own, your fangs are sinking into his neck as your plush lips press against his skin. Still not experienced you gently suckle at the flesh to draw out his blood as his grip tightens against you. The moment the liquid slides down your throat you feel an overwhelming sense of euphoria that exudes onto him and he sucks in a breath.
Such a needy little thing you are.
You’re feeding from him feverishly as your body heats up with the desire to claim him as yours. The last piece of your rational brain makes a note to question him about the depths of your companionship later. Tongue lazily lapping at his skin Suguru takes his time to find the waistband of your panties.
“Slow down, love.” He rubs his hands up against the expanse of your back mumbling words of praise when you follow his instruction. “That’s my girl.”
The blood flowing into your mouth warms your body with sin. You’re moaning against his skin, drinking him in as if he were a secret prayer.
“Do you feel at least a little calmer now?” He questions when your lips detach from him, looking into those wild eyes. His beautiful little storm.
“No.”
“No?”
You push him against the mattress staring at him unable to help the way the taste of his blood makes you feel. His blood tastes like your favorite ice cream, filling your body with an intense euphoria. He doesn’t mind. After all you were his responsibility once he claimed you. His growing erection is pressing against your heated cunt with ease and he’s trying to be respectable but he can’t help himself. Feeding from your companion is one of the ultimate forms of intimacy your kind can perform. Suguru trails his palms along the thin fabric so careful as if he may hurt you.
“My love, take it easy.” He’s still calm, that gentle smirk always on his face and his eyes widen when you grip his jaw tightly, forcing him to look at you.
“I need you.” You respond as he stares at you curiously already making it up in his mind that you would be the first and last companion he would ever have. “Now.”
Because you’ve been so insatiable since you’ve turned and Gods know he couldn’t do this again. Nor would he want to since you are the other half of his soul.
“So demanding.” He chuckles as he knows the shy innocent girl that he first encountered is long gone. “I think you’ve forgotten.” With his own strength he flips you onto the mattress smiling as he kisses a lazy trail up your neck. “I tell you what to do.”
“Sugu,” your body is experiencing painful spasms as the pleasure from his blood is fighting against your bloodlust. “It hurts…”
He doesn’t respond as he straddles your waist slow hands sliding up your arms to find your palms, lacing through your fingers to hold onto you like you were his last lifeline. “I know, my dove.” His heart goes out to you in mind, body and spirit as he presses a kiss against your lips. “Hang on for me.” Licking at the skin of your lips he doesn’t mind as you nip at his lips, your cute little fangs drawing out blood. No, Suguru doesn’t mind at all. After all he practically worships the ground you walk on. “Let me just take a look at you.”
A pout immediately forms on your lips, eyes rolling in disdain because your body is taking control for you. Rejecting logic as you sink into the sea of instinct. His tongue licks at your neck, tongue leaving slow trails of saliva against the expanse of your skin. You’re whimpering beneath him and his grip tightens against your stubborn thrashing to keep you still. He’s using every bit of restraint he has to keep himself grounded in order to pull you back down from the galaxy’s atmosphere when you go too far. The both of you couldn’t lose control.
Pulling back to stare at you for a moment, his gaze burning all of you into his memory he leans forward to sink his own fangs into your neck drawing out that pleasure filled gasp from your lips. With his experience he has your own blood flowing into his mouth within seconds, smiling against your skin as your back arches, your nails dragging against his back to cut along his skin.
“Mmm..” he’s humming as he takes some of your bloodlust with him, tasting your body going through pain and pleasure. He’ll take your pain away from you.
You’re not sure how much he’s taken as he remains firm on top of you holding you still until your eyes begin to flutter close. There’s too many sensations for you to solely focus on but you know the one thing that feels solid is him. You’re letting out little whimpers as your arms loop around his neck while his hand traces along your curves pulling back only when he’s think you’ve had enough.
“Are you okay, love?” He asks only to gaze at your peaceful sleeping face and he chuckles, letting his tongue trace over his lips as admires you. “Tsk, tsk. Such a troublesome fledgling.” He bites back a laugh as he revels in the fact that he’s able to subdue you with an even transaction. Bending down he licks at the prominent bite wounds to heal them, tucking your hair behind your ear. “If you’re good, i’ll give you exactly what you want.” He whispers climbing off of your sleeping body cautiously.
There’s a laugh that leaves his lips as you instinctively yank him to your side. “Whatever you want, my treasure.” he’s content by your side, happily cuddling into you. But he wills the Gods to have mercy on him, hoping that your bloodlust will get better soon. “I’m getting too old for this.” He mumbles as he curls into you, eyes closing as he presses a kiss against your cheek.
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patient suguru literally makes my heart melt, i hope you all enjoy! (if you want this to be a full fledged fic let me know right now all i need is a reason)
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CW: stalking, sabotage, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome, obsession, pet play, dom!choso, murder, penetration, CNC, choso just… being a hoe, ANGST, pregnancy.
*just a note i do not condone any of these actions irl. what choso is doing in this fic is absolutely not okay. xo*
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Taglist: @defianttotemterror @shelby2010
part eleven.
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The following four weeks pass for you as if you’re on a blissful honeymoon. Going on dates with someone you adore, working at the shop, being stolen away whenever the two of you wanted to fall into each other – hell at this point you’ve almost moved into each others houses. It was a delicious honeymoon phase with everyone you cared about by your side. You were the happiest you had ever been in a relationship, everything was going so smoothly.
Or so you thought.
Legs draped over the arm of the couch because it’s a particularly slow day, you’ve drifted off into a brief nap as the boys went to the back room with Todo quietly at the counter. No clients scheduled meant no headache for you, so why wouldn’t you rest. Dozing off peacefully you don’t hear the chime of the bell, you don’t feel his heavy presence until he’s inches away from you.
“Wake up, little brat.” Sukuna mumbles into your ear and much to his amusement you whine, swatting at his face with instinct.
“Five more…” you mumble underneath your breath as Todo clicks his tongue against his teeth.
“Aww, you just want Daddy to wake you up, huh?” He’s disrespectful, arrogant, daring anyone to stop him as he rests a large palm against your stomach. “Wake up, little thing.”
Something inside of your brain awakens as you do. You grab at his hand instinctively yanking it towards you, thighs crossing around his forearm. Stretching his tendons with every pull despite his resistance. He makes a small noise of amusement as he stares into your eyes that glare at him with ferocity.
“That’s Toji’s niece alright.” He comments underneath his breath watching you pull yourself out of your sleepy haze. There’s a pain in his arm as you continue to stretch the muscle feeling the bone underneath your hands ready to crack if you yanked a certain way. Todo is already shoving at Sukuna calling for the others in a brief panic because it looks like you have the situation under control but fuck. Sukuna is a large man that intimidated even him, but for your little frame to subdue him so easily scares him even more – he was holding back. “Your tits have gotten bigger, brat” He eyes your body with scrutiny before a knowing look crosses over his face.
“Oh, it’s you.” Letting out a breath you release him from your grip as he straightens, eyes lazily drinking you in. You were more impressive than he thought.
“In the flesh, pretty girl.” He laughs as he can hear the commotion of his cousins scrambling to get you. “Taught her well didn’t ya, Toji?”
“Even if I didn’t, it’s in her blood.” And in walks your uncle, muscles straining against a small black shirt with his sweats riding just a little too low. “Hey babygirl.” He coos at you, ruffling your hair much to your dismay.
“Hi Uncle Toji.” You’re polite as always standing to give him a hug. He was always so sweet to you despite his demeanor as he presses a gentle kiss against your forehead in greeting.
“You good?”
“Always.” He jabs at your side playfully before Sukuna clears his throat gesturing towards Choso whose eyes are burning with fury.
He’s upset, furious as he watches how the elder man holds you so closely and he can’t still his possessive thoughts.
No one else was allowed to touch you in the way that he did.
“Careful, her boyfriend will cut you.” Sukuna laughs as Toji’s lazy gaze leaves you to stare at him, eyes widening with recognition.
“No fuckin’ way you’re the one bangin’ on my niece. You little creep.” Toji points directly at your devoted boyfriend, scowling with disdain.
Todo looks at everyone in disbelief. All of this is so damn insane to him he shakes his head giving you a look of pity before he grabs his things to walk out. This was clearly a weird family affair that he wanted no parts in. He’s calling out your name to ask you to leave with him. You’re confused still disoriented from your nap as your gaze whips from Toji to Choso. “Honestly, what’s happening?” You question slightly annoyed.
“Babygirl, go home with whoever that is. I’ll come and see you later, yeah? Got some business to take care of with those three.”
Staring at Choso who looks absolutely devastated and furious, your eyebrows furrow with even more turbulent thoughts and he senses it becoming more furious by the growing seconds. He couldn’t have his perfect relationship be shattered like this.
“And just who in the fuck are you to tell her what to do?” He’s states in a simple tone at Toji as Todo doubles back happily to pull you away from this shit show, grabbing your purse from the counter.
“You lil fuckin’ freakshow you know EXACTLY why i’m here. But now you and I are gonna have a chat man to man about my niece that you’re fuckin’ cause i’m not gonna let it happen again.”
“Hell the absolute fuck no.” Todo’s mumbling as he pulls you out of the shop forcefully pushing you into his car. “I’m not doing this.” The man is so exasperated he peels out of the parking lot with the swiftness of a street racer. Sighing in frustration he eyes you cautiously to make sure you’re okay.
What the fuck is going on?
“This is insane.” You mumble rubbing your hands against your face in exasperation. “All I asked for was a nice nap.”
“Sweetheart, I fucking told you so.” Is his proclamation as drives home not intending to spend the day with you being alone nor within the chaotic storm that was back at the shop.
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Choso is clenching and unclenching his fists with anxiety as Sukuna lazily eyes his fingernails in mock interest as Toji paces around the room. Yuji and Eso don’t say anything as they sit quietly together, feeling the weight of the room. No one’s saying anything and they’re all sure nothing has to be said.
“My goddamn niece?!” Toji is the one to break the silence, stilling in his movements to glare at the violet eyed man.
“That’s not why you’re here.” Choso lifts his head finally blinking at Toji.
“I’m gonna break your fuckin’ jaw.” Sukuna finally steps in, arm extended across Toji’s chest to keep him from stepping forward.
“If it helps, dollface and him love each other!” Yuji tries to add only to be met with all three shooting a glare in his direction. “Shutting up now…” he whispers clutching onto Eso’s arm.
“Personal vendetta aside,” Sukuna speaks up smacking at Toji’s back calmly. “you’re late and Geto wants to know why.”
Letting out a sigh he’s searching through his thoughts to find an easy explanation. But truthfully his mind is working too fast, silence settling into his bones because his anxiety is too loud. The tension in the air is so thick it feels like he’s suffocating and he’s thankful for once that Eso is the one who steps in.
“We ran into some complications.” Eso is the only calm one in the room, his arms folded across his chest. “But now that you’re here I think we can be honest. She’s really close to the dude and we didn’t want to get her involved at all.” Pointing his finger at Toji he bows his head apologetically. “I hope you understand what i’m getting at.”
A knowing look settles on Toji’s features as his eyebrow twitches in annoyance. “Why the fuck did you just not say anything? Does she even know what you do?” Choso’s silence is telling and he scoffs. “What a little bitch.”
Choso’s has been composed outwardly this entire time, rubbing the side of his face in boredom. “She doesn’t need to know.”
“Does she know how fuckin’ dangerous you all are?”
“I said. She. Doesn’t. Need. To. Know.” Finally meeting Toji’s gaze he lets those burning violet eyes speak for him. “Just give me a week.”
“A week, huh?” Sukuna is practically eating this whole situation up like a kid in a candy store. This was all so fucked. “Fine, I’ll buy you some time.”
“Thanks.” Choso states letting out a slow exhale.
“Oh and if I were you, I’d have her take a pregnancy test.” The entire room freezes at the mention as Sukuna rubs at his chin. “Her tits have gotten bigger and there’s this weird little glow in her cheeks.”
“You KNOCKED UP MY NIECE?!” Toji is now being dragged away from Choso by Sukuna who’s laughing a little too hard at his departing chaos gift. “YOU’RE DEAD KID, DO YOU HEAR ME!”
There’s a crash in the distance thanks to Toji’s rage as he knocks over some of the tattoo equipment and Choso just stares at the desk in silence. He doesn’t say anything at the revelation that his plan to keep you by his side forever had worked. But he didn’t understand the newfound feelings of guilt creeping into his heart. Was it wrong to switch out some of your birth control with placebos? Yes. Did he regret it? Absolutely not.
He would do anything to keep you by his side, a child would give you more reason to stay with him forever.
“Fuck Cho… is dollface pregnant?” Yuji asks quietly, pulling Choso from his thoughts.
“I don’t think so.” Shaking his head he sighs, pulling his laptop out of the drawer. “There are other things to think about at the moment.”
He’s such a fucking liar.
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Todo and you are sitting on the couch in his apartment (an executive decision by him) staring at the tv in silence. Neither of you said anything, not wanting to address the elephant in the room that was the chaos that just happened. He has a protective arm around your head, mulling over his thoughts until your phone begins to ring. The both of you whip your heads in its direction as if it were poison.
“I’ll get it, no worries.” He reassures you, getting up looking at the caller ID before he answers. “Yes?”
You’re still going over today’s events carefully wondering why on earth your uncle was involved with Sukuna, how on earth Toji was involved with everyone else. Your father always carefully danced around the question of Toji’s job but you knew it was shady. How could the boys be involved? Nothing made sense at the moment but you were trying to piece everything together. You’re not stupid but at the moment nothing made sense at all. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a banging at the door and your eyes blink into focus as Todo gets the door to see a very furious Toji and very amused Sukuna.
“You, take this.” He’s tossing a box into your lap as he walks in seemingly larger than life itself. “Now.”
“I’m on birth control.” You blurt as you recognize the box, cheeks burning as you stare at him in disbelief.
“No dice. Take it, i’m not gonna tell you again.” Your eyes narrow at him and he crosses his arms as his eyes narrow right back you. Your father always told you that you acted like him.
“Has everyone lost their minds today?” Mumbling angrily you pick up the pregnancy test to stomp to the bathroom.
“Knowing that you’re dating that fuckin’ creep, yea I am losin’ my mind.”
So confident in your own scheduled birth control it takes you no time to open one of the packs and sit down, grabbing a spare cup that you’ll replace later to pee in it. You hear the quiet murmur of conversation being spoken from behind the door, breathing in Todo’s scent quietly as you let the test sit in the cup. Leaning your head against the wall you’re still confused as to why your uncle is mad, why Todo is anxious and why Choso is in the middle of all of this. After waiting two minutes you look at the test in disbelief seeing two pink lines staring right back at you.
“What the fuck?” You whisper quietly staring at the pregnancy test like it’s radioactive. “There’s no goddamn way.”
Quickly moving to place the other test in the cup your breathing is labored, feeling like the walls are closing in on you. It must have been a fluke test… yeah that was it. You took your pills on time every single day, especially since Choso and you figured out that you both shared the same breeding kink. Did you forget to take your pill one day? Did you forget to do something? Anything? Now you’re anxious, nervously bouncing your leg as you sit on the toilet. There are tears spilling from your eyes out of sheer fear. You couldn’t handle having a kid now. This was your final semester, how on earth would you deal with the scrutiny of everyone for your reckless decisions.
“Babygirl,” Toji’s knocking at the door. “You still with us?”
You’re pulling the second test out to stare at the test, the two pink lines somehow darker as if they were mocking you. Collapsing to your knees you let out a broken sob of grief. It’s raw, desperate and full of your now shattered dreams. You were careful or so you thought.
With the threat of him breaking the door down, Todo steps in reassuring to Toji that he could get you to open the door. With a gentle knock he presses his ear against the door, frowning immediately when he hears you crying.
“Hey pretty girl,” he says soothingly and when he doesn’t get a response he knocks again carefully. “Can you let me in… please?”
Hearing the lock of the door shift he keeps a gentle smile on his lips in an attempt to subdue you in the best way. But something inside him aches when he sees your crumpled figure, holding onto your knees as you cry. “Hey, hey, hey.” He’s sitting beside you, protective arms pulling you into his lap to cradle your body carefully. “It’s going to be alright.”
Once the door is open Toji storms in snatching up both tests and the moment he realizes, his jaw locks in anger.
“I’m going to kill him.” He states as Sukuna begins laughing hysterically, slapping his hand against his chest. “He did this shit on fucking purpose.”
Todo is gently brushing his hand against your hair letting you use his chest to cry into, mumbling incoherent pessimism about yourself as his other hand rubs against your back.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He’s calling your name so sweetly unaware of the cracks forming in his heart on behalf of you. “Breathe with me, pretty.” Lifting your head he carefully wipes away the tears from your eyes, he’s shushing you as the tears spill from your eyes even more at his tenderness.
“I’m not ready.” You manage to cry out burying your face into his chest. “I’m on birth control.”
“Sometimes birth control can fail, ya know that’s just what–“
“Oh bullshit, that fuckin’ psycho did something. I know it.” Toji interjects immediately and Todo glares at him. Now was clearly not the time. “Fuck babygirl, i’m sorry… but we need to have a talk. Now.”
There’s a brief moment of pause as everyone listens to your sobs, feeling too overwhelmed to do anything. After a moment with no sign of you stopping your choked sobs and yelling, Todo with ease carefully stands with you in his arms cradling you still to bring you back to the couch. Toji had been in and out of your life but his presence whenever he was there was heavy, protective. When Todo has situated you on the couch, still clinging to him he doesn’t mind soothing you with gentle rubs against your back.
“You are not to see that boy ever again.” Your head snaps up glaring at him furiously. “I fuckin’ mean it kiddo.”
“That’s not fair!” You start crying again as he stares back at you with his green eyes glaring back at you seriously.
“Babygirl… he’s dangerous. You remember when I used to leave for ‘business trips’ all of the time?” He’s gently probing you, slightly ashamed of himself as he tells you the truth. “The little boy genius that knocked you up is the one that gives me all of the information.” Todo stiffens underneath you, letting out a breath of air as Toji continues. “I always knew he was different. But he’s hacked into some serious networks. I’ve seen him copy people’s phone as if he were sneezin’. He’s not fuckin’ safe.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, do you think we’re in some kind of movie?” You scream at him and Sukuna is thinking about how much more chaos he can bring to the table.
“Listen, brat.” He begins as he crosses the room to grab your face roughly, allowing Todo to smack his hand away from you because hell he deserved it at this point. “I need you to think, real fucking carefully about anytime Choso has ever shown up to where you were without telling you. You need to think about how he knew things about you or whatever was happening without you ever telling him.”
Your mind immediately flashes back to Todo’s conversation with you a month ago and you frown. Sukuna takes a step back done with his piece on trying to save you from his obsessive little cousin.
“You’re not going back to your apartment until we secure your place.” Opening your mouth in protest he raises his hand to stop you. “You’ll be staying with him.” Pointing to Todo he’s quiet, too focused on rubbing on pressure points that he knows will calm you down. “And I need all of your electronics. That lil fuckin’ freak has probably copied all of your shit so he can see what you’re doing. I’ll get you new ones.”
“This is a lot to process.” You mumble because truthfully your brain is absolutely fried with new discovery.
“I’ll take care of you, pretty girl… please don’t worry.” Todo is nudging at your side to get you to look at him and when you finally do you see the sincerity in his eyes. “We’ll figure it out, together. You take the bed i’ll take the couch.” He gives you a gentle smile wanting to protect you as best as he can.
“My man!” Toji stands to clap him on the back, snatching your phone and keys. “I’ll be checking on you, don’t piss me off.”
“Yes sir.” Todo sinks back into the couch arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close when you bury yourself into him.
“If he reaches out to you, do not answer you hear me.” It isn’t a request it’s a demand as Toji comes over to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Take care of her.”
“I will.” Todo’s hands are brushing along your back to calm your raising fear and anxiety. “She’s safe with me.”
“Good, cause I’d hate to add you on the list like that bitch.” Toji wasn’t soft by no means but he knew when to be when it came to you. After all he remembers your fat little baby legs kicking his son whenever the two of you wanted a toy but neither wanted to share. “I’ll be in touch. Love you babygirl.”
You can’t speak as the two men leave Todo’s apartment and he carefully slides from under you to lock his door. This wasn’t entirely too much to handle because he always knew his feeling was right about Choso. What he didn’t expect was for you who always smiled at him, who always let him copy your notes, who always shared your snacks with him get caught in the crossfire of this messy ass family. He’s pulling you up to get to bed but you’re too numb, too lost to focus and he winds up scooping you up in his arms to press you against his chest. He’s so warm and secure.
“We’ll figure it out, okay?” He’s putting you into his bed tucking you in to leave you be. You’ve had enough thrown on you today. But he pauses when you grab at his wrist and he searches your beautiful little red eyes to see reason. But he doesn’t need one. “Just for tonight.” He reassures himself as he settles into bed on top of the covers beside you, strong arms pulling you against his chest letting your body get settled against his radiating warmth.
“I’m scared.” You admit quietly.
“Me too, pretty girl.” He kisses your forehead, nuzzling his nose against your hair. “Me fucking too.”
All hell was about to break loose.
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did any of us ask for angst? no. did i give it to you. yes. hehehe. ¬‿¬
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