the intimacy of shaking a cigarette with sukuna or even better yet sukuna catching you stealing one from his packs because you've been so stressed lately and him lightly telling you off. acting as a hypocrite he'll be the one to light the stick as it hangs out of your mouth.
'you're not even inhaling properly' he mocks, watching as you cough.
'whatever.'
by the time you've stubbed out the cig sukuna makes the mental note to hide the rest of his packs from you. it's one thing for him to have this deadly habit but for some reason he'd never forgive himself if you were to pick up this habit. he doesn't know why, he's aware that you're an adult capable of making your own decisions but his guilt still builds up in the pit of his stomach. maybe it's because he knows that just like his packs of cigarettes that he's also not good for you as a lover
i love writing gojo geto and shoko like one big happy but dysfunctional family because nothing ever went wrong and they all grew up and im writing their canon adult selves 😂😂😂😍😍😍
‧₊ ˚⊹ gojo lets his shy gf ride him on the couch 18+
note written for this request ! sorry it took so long to get out anon, hope u enjoy <33
cw pinv riding, creampie
you never usually get like this. but for some reason you've just been desperately horny all day. all you can think about is satoru’s dick filling you up, splitting you open and hitting all those right spots. and you know he’d be more than happy to help you out—the both of you have just been chilling at home since the morning—but the only thing is that you're far too nervous to ask him straight up. your boyfriend always has the bravery to initiate intimacy with you, but for some reason hever have enough confidence to be the one to ask first.
so, today, as you're practically aching to be touched, you decide to pluck up the courage and just ask him. entering the living room, you see him slouched on the sofa scrolling mindlessly through his phone, blindfold flush against his eyes. all he's wearing are his plaid pyjama bottoms sitting low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out over the hem. the sight of his torso in all its muscled glory as he sits there, so relaxed, makes your thighs squeeze together unconsciously.
sitting down next to him, you rest your head on his shoulder. satoru smiles, putting his phone down and snaking his arm around you.
“how’s your day been, baby?” he adjusts himself so he’s facing more towards you.
you mumble something in response, though you're not even quite sure what you said yourself—something about being a little frustrated, maybe. he kisses you softly on your temple and asks you if you need anything from him. you do, you so desperately do. you want him buried deep inside you, and you want to tell him that. but something inside you makes the words halt in their track. you swallow them down, chickening out.
“no,” you shake your head lightly. “just wanted to sit with you. carry on with what you were doing.”
he chuckles, reaching for his phone again to resume his scroll. on the other hand, you try your utmost best to will away the throbbing ache between your legs. but nothing is helping; your mind is hazy with the thought of bouncing on satoru’s thick cock.
you curl up more into his side, one hand trailing up to stroke his fuzzy undercut whilst the other roams across the bare skin of his firm shoulder.
gojo cocks his head to the side. “you sure you don't want anything from me?”
“yeah,” you gulp down your lust. “i’m sure, just getting comfy.”
“oookay…” he drawls out, not totally convinced of your words.
you need some way to signal to him what you want without directly saying it out loud. so, you take it upon yourself to shift even closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into him. you inhale his scent—clean, minty, satoru. the smell of him only makes you wetter, your panties getting more soaked by the second.
“satoruuu…” you mumble into his skin.
“whats up, baby?” he puts his phone down once again.
your primal hunger for him clouds your vision and you finally push aside your nerves, deciding to be bold. you swing one leg over him and straddle his lap, hands tangling in his snowy locks. beneath you, you can feel him already getting hard, so you grind down a little.
he doesn't flinch. “hm? thought you said you didn't need anything?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice and you're sure he's being purposefully oblivious. there’s no way he hasn’t realised what you're asking for, right now. not with the way you're practically all over him.
you whine a little, though you don't mean to, getting more frustrated by the second. satoru just laughs, placing his large hands on your waist. you pout at him, your hands braced against his warm chest. if he wanted you to be more direct, so be it. hooking one finger into the hem of his blindfold, you tug it up gently, the dark fabric pushing his hair up on his forehead.
now, with no blindfold between you, your eyes meet his. they're blown wide; where there was once a ring of crystalline blue, there is now pitch black desire.
“what do you want, baby?” he whispers, kissing your cheek lightly. “use your words.”
your skin feels hot with embarrassment, but you don't why. this is satoru, your satoru. your wonderful partner who waits on your every beck and call, and would drop a mission halfway through if you asked him to come home.
“want you…” your voice is meeker than you would have hoped, trailing off at the end.
he smirks. “can't hear you, sweets. speak up.”
“i want you, satoru.” you grind down on him again. “want you to fuck me. been thinking about it all day.” another grind. this time, he hisses through his teeth at the sensation.
at your words, he loses all previous semblance of restraint, pulling you towards him and crashing his lips against yours. the kiss is hot, all tongue and teeth and raw passion. it’s messy and when he pulls away, his lips are shiny and plump. in one motion, he’s already shoved both his pyjamas and his boxers halfway down his legs. as his dick springs out, it’s already flushed red and leaking. it looks like it hurts.
gojo pulls your flimsy sleep shorts to the side, along with your damp panties, and runs two fingers through your sticky folds.
“fuck— so wet already,” he breathes out. “should have just come to me earlier, baby.”
you whimper at the contact that you've been craving so badly all day. then, without delay, he lines himself up with your needy entrance and pushes in. you moan out in pleasure. the stretch is wonderful—you feel so full. in the daze of bliss, you begin to rock your hips back and forth. satoru holds you tightly, guiding you with his hands, head lolling back onto the cushions behind him.
“haah— yeah, that’s it— show me how much you needed me,” he exhales under his breath. “fuck yourself on my cock, baby.”
you're panting, now, inner thighs burning. the room is dank with sweat and slick, the sound of wet skin hitting skin echoing in your ears. satoru’s hips are bucking up into you and he’s groaning, your name a mantra on his lips.
“satoru—ngh—feels so good.”
“yeah?” he teases. “you’re so pretty, my needy girl.”
at his praise, you feel yourself begin to unravel at the seams. you're both sweaty, but it feels so good that you couldn't care less about the mess you're making on him, pussy squelching and creaming around his length.
soon, he’s grunting and you're whining out, your orgasm building up inside of you with such ferocity that you're buckling at the waist, forehead falling against satoru’s.
“toru—” you choke on a moan. “gonna—hah—cum—”
he doesn't say anything, just groans in response, and you know he’s close, too. after a couple more bounces up and down, you're coming undone on him, velvety walls clamping down around his dick, which twitches inside of you as he spills into you.
as you come back to reality, satoru’s arms hold you tight. you rest your head against his flushed skin, looking up at him through your lashes. he’s already smiling down at you.
“next time,” he grins from ear to ear, pecking you on the forehead. “all you have to do is ask, sweets.”
ಇ.word count: 5.5k ಇ.art by: @!narutoss.ramen on X
ಇ.pairing: Nerd!Satoru x Nerd!Reader
ಇ.content & warnings: ꒰non canon au ⋮⋮ crack! ⋮⋮ reader & satoru are heavily inexperienced ⋮⋮ Satoru being annoying otp ⋮⋮ bad sexting ⋮⋮ masturbation m & f ⋮⋮ reader humps a pillow ⋮⋮ oral. fem rec ⋮⋮ loss of virginity ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ multi-orgasms ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ cum eating ⋮⋮ kissing꒱
It had been a week. One whole week since the two of you had officially, undeniably, ridiculously become a couple. Your boyfriend. You still were not entirely sure how that word had ended up belonging to Satoru Gojo.
Sometimes you would be doing something completely ordinary. Brushing your teeth. Standing in line at the grocery store. Trying to decide what to eat for dinner. And your brain would suddenly go. Oh. Satoru is your boyfriend. Then you would have to stand there for a moment. Staring blankly at whatever was in front of you while your face slowly heated.
It was stupid. You had had boyfriends before. Technically. Well— Maybe not. Okay. No. Not really. But Satoru was different. Satoru was the person who had somehow gone from a complete stranger you met at a Doraemon expo, to the man whose name sat permanently pinned at the top of your messages.
Your Satoru. Your boyfriend. And apparently, according to him you were his girlfriend. He had started using the word like he had been waiting his entire life for permission. "My girl." "My girlfriend." "Angel." "Pretty girl." "My favourite person."
The first time he called you my girl over text you stared at the message for a solid thirty seconds before throwing your phone onto your bed. Then you picked it right back up. Then you reread it. Then you buried your face in your pillow.
Satoru meanwhile had apparently been having an equally profound experience. Because somewhere between the movie theater and the following morning he realized something terrifying. He had a girlfriend. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. Not a temporary fling. Not someone he met at a party and forgot the next morning. Not a stranger whose number would eventually disappear somewhere in the endless scroll of his phone.
You.
You were the person he could text when he woke up. The person he could send stupid memes to. The person who actually laughed at his jokes. The person who would tolerate him rambling about something obscure for twenty minutes because you genuinely wanted to hear him talk. And perhaps most importantly you were the person who had seen him at his most embarrassingly enthusiastic and somehow still wanted him afterward.
That last part had been sitting in his head a lot. More than he would ever admit. Because the thing was. Satoru had never really thought he would have this. Not in the way he had always secretly wanted it. Someone who wanted to know him. Someone who wanted to stay. Someone who would curl against him and laugh until her stomach hurt because he said something stupid. Someone who would look at him like he was something precious.
It made him feel almost unbearably lucky. Which was annoying. Because Satoru Gojo did not like feeling unbearably anything. Except apparently unbearably lucky. And unbearably horny.
That was becoming a problem too. A very significant problem.
It had been a couple weeks since that wild night in the bathroom stall at the movies. Your first real date. The way his hands had found you there. Inside you. The heat and the rush and the desperate way you both clung to each other after. Confirming everything. He was your boyfriend now. You were his girl. Satoru Gojo was a lucky boy because he did not think he would ever have a girlfriend. Someone to spend time with. Someone to share his jokes with and hear your pretty laugh in return.
That night after he came to the realization that he actually had his hands on you. Inside you. It had all been so surreal. And now the two of you had been constantly talking over text. Even sexting. Yeah. Sexting.
The first time it happened started innocently enough. He had just gotten out of the shower.
You were lying in bed. Half watching something on your laptop when your phone buzzed. You picked it up. A message from Satoru.
toru 🩵
showered
A smiled appeared on your face immediately, a big one, as your fingers clicked his message open and began typing.
you 🩷
congratulations?
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then—
toru 🩵
wow
toru 🩵
that's all i get
That made you giggle to yourself.
you 🩷
what do you want
His response took longer this time. Then your phone buzzed, a picture??? Why was he sending a picture right now, you took a sharp inhale.
And opened it. And immediately sat up. Satoru was standing in what looked like his dorm room, obviously. You've been there a couple of times to recognise the background. He was still wet. A towel hanging loosely around his neck. He wasn't smiling properly exactly. It was more of that lazy little half smirk he did when he knew precisely what he was doing. Your heart gave one stupid, traitorous little thump.
You stared. Then stared some more. Your nipples tightened under your shirt just from the sight of him like that. Fresh from the shower. Skin still warm and damp.
you 🩷
oh
His reply came instantly.
toru 🩵
oh?
You bit your lip, in anticipation
you 🩷
you look nice
toru 🩵
nice?
you 🩷
yes
toru 🩵
that's so romantic
You peered at your screen, then rolled your eyes.
you 🩷
shut up
toru 🩵
no no i'm listening
toru 🩵
tell me more about how nice i look
You could practically hear his voice. That amused teasing tone. Your pussy gave a slow warm throb as you typed.
you 🩷
your hair looks pretty
There was a pause. Longer this time. Then—
toru 🩵
pretty?
You sighed, then frowned.
you 🩷
yes
toru 🩵
you think i'm pretty?
Your cheeks warmed and there was heat pooling low in your belly now.
you 🩷
i didn't say that
toru 🩵
you literally did
you 🩷
i said your hair is pretty
toru 🩵
coward
You gasped... The audacity. No he did not.
you 🩷
excuse me?
toru 🩵
you heard me
You were smiling madly, not being able to help it anymore.
you 🩷
your hair is pretty
you 🩷
your face is pretty
you 🩷
happy now?
His answer took almost a full minute.
toru 🩵
very
Then another message.
toru 🩵
you should send me a picture too
You looked down at yourself. You were wearing an oversized shirt, it was nothing special. Nothing remotely seductive. Your hair was messy. You had not done anything to look pretty. But your body was already reacting. Skin tingling. Pussy getting slick just from talking to him.
you 🩷
i'm in bed
toru 🩵
i know
Your eyebrows lifted, a real psychic he is.
you 🩷
how?
toru 🩵
because you just told me
You laughed, and shook your head unbelievably.
you 🩷
idiot
toru 🩵
what are you wearing
Your smile faltered. Not because the question was shocking. It was just. Different. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Your nipples were hard now. Pressing against the soft fabric.
you 🩷
clothes
His response came immediately.
toru 🩵
wow
toru 🩵
incredibly specific
You pressed your lips together.
you 🩷
an oversized shirt
toru 🩵
whose?
You blinked.
you 🩷
mine
toru 🩵
boring 🙄
you 🩷
you're annoying
He didn't waste time sending the next message.
toru 🩵
take it off
Your stomach flipped, tf!? You stared at the words. A rush of shy heat flooded your face and between your legs.
you 🩷
...why?
The three dots appeared.
toru 🩵
curiosity
Another message.
toru 🩵
scientific research 😇
You laughed so suddenly you had to cover your mouth. Your clit throbbed and you wanted to touch it. You wanted his voice telling you to.
you 🩷
you're such a nerd
toru 🩵
says the girl who went to a fucking doraemon expo with me
you 🩷
i hate you
toru 🩵
no you don't
Your fingers went still. Because he was right. You did not. You really really didn't.
you 🩷
no
Then.
you 🩷
i don't
His response was almost immediate.
toru 🩵
yeah
toru 🩵
i know
You stared at the screen. And then your phone rang.
You nearly dropped it.
"Satoru?"
His voice came through warm and slightly amused.
"Hi."
"You called."
"I did."
"Why?"
"You were taking too long to answer."
You smiled despite yourself.
"To what?"
"Anything."
You rolled onto your stomach now.
"Satoru."
"Angel."
The nickname was softer over the phone. That was the problem. Everything sounded different when he said it aloud. You tucked your face into your pillow. Your pussy was wet now. Aching.
"What?"
"Are you still wearing the shirt?"
You made a tiny noise of disbelief.
"You're still on that?"
"I'm persistent."
"You're annoying." Yes he definitely was.
"You like me."
"I do." ... "fucker" - You muttered that under your breath.
The silence afterward was immediate. You could hear him breathe, it was soft and shallow, like he himself was trying hard to stay still. It made you close your eyes. You smiled.
"What's wrong?" Your voice came out a little shaky, you didn't mean for it to.
"Nothing." He said voice calm, almost assuring.
"You went quiet."
"I'm appreciating the fact that my girlfriend just admitted she likes me." Well that sounded a bit sarcastic.
"You already knew that." You retorted.
"I like hearing it."
Something in your chest softened. You turned onto your back. Your hand drifted down. Hovering shyly over your stomach.
"You're ridiculous." A small chuckle left your lips.
"Yeah."
His voice.. you can tell he was smiling. Then after a moment.
"Can I see you?"
Your heart jumped, you started to blink rapidly.
"uuuh r-right now?"
"Right now." He said straightforwardly.
"Satoru." You said, voice coming out an octave louder than necessary.
"What?"
"You've already seen me."
"I know."
"Today." You reminded.
"I know."
"Earlier." You re-affirmed.
"I know."
You could hear the grin in his voice.
"I want to see you right now, Angel."
That did something to you. Something so embarrassingly simple, had you smiling ear to ear at the ceiling. Your fingers slipped lower. Brushing over where your panties were soaked through.
"Okay." You sighed breathlessly.
There was a small pause. Then the call changed. The screen lit up, the emoticon to switch to video, you pressed it absentmindedly. And suddenly there he was. Satoru. His hair was still damp. His towel had fallen around his shoulders. He was lying back against his pillows, and his signature wire-rimmed glasses weren't on. He had one hand resting behind his head.
"Hi." He said playfully, his perfect teeth glaring at you.
You stared, eyes probably wide. He raised an eyebrow.
"Hi?"
"Yes. Hi." He tutted, then without giving you a second—
"You're staring."
"I'm not." You blinked your eyes off to the side.
"You are." He teased.
You groaned softly. "Your hair is still wet."
"That's what you noticed?" He huffed.
"Yes."
"Wow." Oh you didn't even notice the lack of his spectacles. That kinda broke his heart.
"Stop fishing for compliments." You said, eyes rolling.
"Tell me I'm pretty again."
You laughed, in disbelief.
"No."
"Please?" God... why did that sound so... ughhh.
"No." Your eyebrows pinched together.
"Angel."
Damn.
You covered your face. He laughed. Fuck. You loved his laugh. You loved how easy it was. How he never seemed embarrassed by it. Your fingers pressed lightly against your clit through the fabric.
"You're pretty." You muttered.
"What, what was that, hm?" Oh he was taunting you now.
"I said you're pretty." You said defeatedly.
"Louder."
"No."
"Come on."
"Satoru." That came out a little too whiny.
"Pretty please."
You groaned, again.
"You're pretty." You said honestly, voice loud enough for him.
He smiled and there it was. That look. The one that made you suddenly feel like you were the only person in the world.
"Thank you." That sounded so sweet, coming from him.
"You're welcome."
Then his eyes flicked downward.
"What are you wearing?"
You stared at him. He stared back. You narrowed your eyes. Your pussy clenched.
"You already know. Baka"
"I want to hear you say it."
"Ugh." You're weird."
"I'm your boyfriend."
"That doesn't explain anything."
"It explains everything."
You laughed again. Your fingers started moving in slow shy circles.
"An oversized shirt."
"Still?"
"Yes." Annoyance clear and present in your voice now.
"Nothing else?" He was prying.
You froze. Satoru's expression changed. Not dramatically. Just enough though. His smile softened into something more curious. His free hand shifted lower on screen.
"Angel?"
You swallowed. Your voice came out breathy. Shy but honest.
"You're being nosy."
"Very." At least he was self-aware.
"You can't see anything."
"I didn't ask to see anything."
"You're thinking about it." Oh he definitely was.
"Maybe." That confirmed it.
Your cheeks warmed. Your nipples were so hard they ached. Your pussy was soaking. You wanted to touch yourself properly. To him. To his voice.
"Oh." He said softly.
"What?"
"You're flustered."
"I'm not." You tried to deny, to play it somewhat cool.
"You are." This asshole.
"Stop looking at me."
"Never." omg.. why was he like this?!
You hid your face. But you kept your fingers moving. Slow and awkward. Horny and unsure, no you were sure, so sure actually.
"You're so annoying."
"You're cute."
That shut you up, and Satoru laughed quietly.
"See?" His voice teased.
"See what?"
"I can make you speechless."
"Don't get excited."
"Too late."
You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling. Most times the two of you stayed like that. Talking. Teasing. Learning. There was no rush. No script. Just two people who were still figuring out how to be together. Shy in so many ways even after that bathroom stall. Still exploring every new feeling.
Sometimes the conversation drifted toward things neither of you had the courage to say directly. Questions. Curiosity. Little admissions.
Satoru'd asked what you thought about him. You told him he was irritating. He asked what else. You said he was kind. He went quiet. You asked why. He said he was not used to people saying that. You told him he should get used to it. Then he smiled.
And suddenly you understood something. The flirting was easy. The teasing was easy. But underneath it there was something softer. Something neither of you knew quite how to handle yet. Something that made every new step feel bigger than it should.
But right now your fingers kept rubbing. Little whimpers slipping past your lips, trying to be quiet but he was picking up on every stray sound. He could tell and maybe that excited you.
"Angel. Are you... touching yourself?" His voice dropped. Unfiltered.. teasing and horny, you could hear it.
You bit your lip shyly. Fuck. You were caught.. But you nodded. You nodded anyway because you couldn't keep anything from him even if you wanted to.
"Yeah. A little." Your voice came out strained. There was no going back now.
"Fuck. Don't hide it." He breathed. "Let me see you. Please."
Your heart pounded. But you switched cameras. The screen showed where your t-shirt had ridden up your tummy, and your other hand clearly shoved into the waistband of your panties. His eyes darkened when he saw it.
"You're so pretty like this." He murmured. "You're ah- um touching yourself..?" He sounded so shy and wrecked, asking a dumb question, the answer was obvious enough at this point.
It still made you whimper. Fingers slipping lower under your panties. Sliding through your wet folds.
"Yes. Satoru." Affirmations was definitely his kink.
Your breathless purr of his name, made him groan.. he was coming undone quick. His camera flipped down, now too. His sweats and boxers shoved down mid thigh, cock out and visibly hard. Flushed and pretty. Long and leaking precum at the tip. His slender hand wrapped around it. Stroking slow. All for you to see and your eyes lingered, staring intently.
"Look at what you do to me." He said. Voice rough. "So hard for you angel."
You rubbed your clit faster. Watching him. The way his hand moved. The slick sounds. His moans of your name.
"Satoru..." You gasped. Fingers circling. Wet noises filling the call on both ends.
He stroked harder. Thumb spreading precum over the tip and down his length. "Fuck. Your sounds. S'messy Angel. Let me hear your pretty cunt."
You moaned. Shy but needy. Rubbing quicker, building fast. His hips bucked. Hand flying.
"Angel. M'gonna cum." He panted. Moaning your name loud, then in the next second thick white cum streaked across his chest. Over his fingers. So much. So pretty.
You followed. Messy on your fingers. Clenching and whimpering out his name, desperately.
He caught his breath. Eyes hungry. "Can i see.. Angel.. can I see your fingers? show them to me please.." Fuck... he was begging so nicely, it did something to you.
Shy but obediently you held them up. Shiny, your arousal thick and sappy stringed on your fingers, webbing in the light.
"Good girl... fuck. Put them in your mouth.. haa-ah taste yourself f'me Angel."
You slipped them into your mouth, with a moan, Sucking softly as he wiped his cum off his chest. Licking a bit from his fingers, in sync with you.
The two of you stayed on the call. Breathing softly together. Smiling shyly, left over horniness fading way now. Both connected and sated.
Eventually Satoru's eyes left your pretty face for a second and glanced at the clock in the little upper left corner on his phone.
"It's late." He said in realization.
"It is." You knew it was by now.
"You should sleep." Voice tender-soft.
"You first." You murmured back.
"I'm not tired."
"Neither am I." He sounded believable but you were sure.
"You are."
"I'm not." He was going to play this game, but you weren't gonna let him win this.
"You've yawned three times."
That made him grin, "You're counting?"
"Obviously."
He smiled.
"Stay on the phone, with me Angel." Voice low and lazy.
You blinked.
"While we sleep?"
"Yeah."
Your heart squeezed.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay."
With that he settled deeper into his pillows. You did the same and for a while neither of you said anything. You could hear his breathing. He could hear yours.
And eventually...quietly.
"Hey angel?"
"Yeah?" Your voice came out a little drowsy.
"I'm really glad you're my girlfriend."
You smiled into the darkness.
"Me too."
A pause. Then-
"Also."
"What?"
"Your shirt is still bothering me."
You burst out laughing.
"Satoru!"
He laughed too.
And somewhere between the teasing and the laughter the call stayed connected. The two of you fell asleep like that. Not knowing exactly where this was going. Not knowing how much you would learn about each other. Not knowing how many more firsts were waiting.
Just knowing that somehow. Against all odds. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. And you had a boyfriend. And he was lying in bed somewhere smiling at the sound of your sleepy breathing.
Thinking probably for the hundredth time that week. Holy shit. She's really mine.
And maybe just maybe you were thinking the same thing.
Because tomorrow he would text you again. He would send something ridiculous. You would pretend to be annoyed and he'd flirt. You would flirt back. And eventually one of you would say something that made the other flustered.
And you would keep discovering each other. Slowly, carefully, and with hunger. One little secret at a time.
This time you're at his dorm room on campus.
And it starts with a pillow.
Well— you, and a pillow, and a very stupid pair of thigh-high socks that Satoru swore would be the death of him when you slid into his dorm room wearing them and nothing else but one of his oversized hoodies and a shy little smirk.
He gawked.
You straddled his pillow without a word, right in the middle of his bed, and started grinding. Soft. Slow. Just for yourself. His jaw went slack. His hands froze mid-text. And you were so casual about it, like you didn’t even notice the way he was staring at you like you’d hung the moon with your pussy.
“Practicing,” you’d murmured, shrugging cutely.
“For what?” he asked, voice wrecked.
Your smile was pure trouble. “Riding.”
Satoru dropped his phone. Physically. Onto the floor.
You giggled. "I wanted to see if I could get off just humping something."
He made a sound like he'd been punched.
So now here you are— on your hands and knees, still wearing his hoodie and those sinful socks, pussy flushed and puffy from humping his favorite dorm pillow, hips twitching like you're almost there. You don't even realize you're whimpering until his hands slide around your hips, and he speaks, low and starving, right behind you.
“Angel…”
You look back over your shoulder.
Satoru is kneeling behind you, shirtless, eyes dark with hunger. He brushes your ass with his palm. Then slips his hand between your thighs and cups your pussy over the pillow. Soaked-sticky and messy.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “You were gonna cum on a pillow and not even let me watch?”
“I was...testing” you pant, wearily.
He flips you like a doll.
Suddenly you’re flat on your back, head on the sheets, thighs trembling open and hoodie bunched around your waist. The pillow lies forgotten beside you, damp with slick. He looms over you, hair falling into his eyes, lips parted and pink.
“You wanna ride my face, Angel?” he asks, voice hoarse.
Your whole body shivers.
“…Can I?”
He laughs soft and stunned, worshipful almost, and leans down to kiss you like you’re the most delicious thing in the world.
“Fuck yes, you can. Sit on my face. Suffocate me. Make me drown in it.”
He lays back against the pillows, adjusting under you with arms out like a throne. His glasses are already tossed to the side, and he’s licking his lips like he can already taste you. You’re climbing over him, thighs shaking, when he grabs your hips and drags you up.
“Right here,” he whispers, eyes locked on your glistening cunt above him. “Right here, baby. Let me feel the weight of it.”
You lower slowly, knees braced, hands pressed into the wall behind his headboard. You hover above his mouth, panting and then, gently, you sank down.
His tongue meets your folds like he’s starving.
You wail.
Your pussy clenches instantly, overwhelmed by the first hot drag of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Satoru groans, loud, grabs your thighs like he needs more, and pulls you down until you’re seated fully on his mouth.
“Satoru!” you cry out, rocking without meaning to.
His tongue slides in now, licking into your dripping pussy like he’s mapping it. He moans like it tastes like heaven, like it’s a privilege just to be under you. Your thighs squeeze around his head. Your hips roll. Your clit finds his nose. And you grind.
He’s letting you.
Letting you fuck his mouth like you need it to breathe.
“Don’t stop,” you whimper. “Don’t stop, I’m— Satoru, I’m gonna cum, I’m so close—”
He hums against your clit and the vibration breaks you.
You cum on his tongue with a scream, body jerking, hips grinding down in helpless little circles. He grabs your thighs, keeps you there, mouth open, licking, moaning, slurping like he doesn’t care that you’re sobbing above him.
You collapse forward, hips still twitching, body limp, cheek against his bare chest.
He gasps when you move off him, his face soaked, chin dripping with your slick.
“…You taste like candy,” he whispers, starry-eyed.
You’re panting, half-laughing. “That was insane.”
“I think I’m addicted to your pussy.”
You slap his chest, weakly.
He grins, wild and happy, then he murmurs, "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen Angel, We need to do this again.. maybe ah-hundred times before we," His voice drops as he leans in and whispers into your ear teasingly, "fuck huh?"
Now you’ve been thinking about it all day.
All week, really.
Every time your thighs press together too tightly in class, every time you catch Satoru’s glazed-over stare sliding to your chest or how he bites his lip when you fidget in your seat—you think about riding him.
You’ve made out on his futon. You’ve touched. Explored. Cum multiple times on his fingers while crying into his neck. You’ve memorized the way he moans when you stroke him, how his cock twitches helplessly when you kiss the head and whisper how much you want to take it inside.
So now… it’s time.
You sit on his lap in his tiny, warm dorm room, legs bare, wearing nothing but one of his hoodies and knee socks, straddling him while his hands hover at your waist like he’s too scared to grip you. Your panties are already shoved to the side. His sweats are pushed down, and his cock's hard. Flushed, drooling against his belly, it twitches between your folds like it’s waiting for permission.
You’re both shaking.
“You don’t have to,” he whispers. “Not tonight. Only if you really want—”
“I need to,” you breathe.
You lean close, your nose brushing his, eyes wide and nervous but burning.
“I want to ride you, Satoru.”
He chokes on air.
“Oh my god.”
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, hot and slick from his own arousal, and you guide him up, between your slick folds, over your clit. You both shudder. You roll your hips, let him feel the mess he’s made of you. His eyes are already fluttering back.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers. “You’re gonna take me?”
You nod. “Just… let me go slow.”
You lift your hips, line him up with your tight little entrance, and take a deep breath.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
He holds your waist, his grip tightening.
The tip presses in.
And holy fuck.
You’re stretching already, your walls squeezing down on him like you’re trying to keep him inside before he’s even all the way in. Your jaw falls open. He moans so loud into your shoulder you nearly lose balance.
“Oh ...oh fuck angel—angel, you’re so tight—fuck, I can’t—”
You both gasp, frozen, as you sink down another inch. It’s like a punch to your stomach and your cunt at the same time—hot, overwhelming, raw and perfect. Your thighs tremble. Your nails dig into his shoulders.
“I can feel everything,” you sob. “You’re so big, Satoru, you’re splitting me open.”
He’s crying. A little. From how tight you are. From how warm. From the way your pussy clenches around him like you love him already and he hasn’t even bottomed out yet.
“Tell me when to stop,” he pants. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“You’re not,” you gasp. “Don’t stop—don’t stop. I need you.”
You sink lower. Lower. Inch by inch, your walls stretch around him, pulsing with slick heat.
Then— you bottom out.
And it feels like your whole body is going to break open from the pressure, from how full you are.
You bury your face in his shoulder. “I’m full. I’m so fucking full, I can feel you in my stomach—”
His hips twitch and he sobs again.
“I’m inside,” he whispers. “You’re letting me in. You’re my first—”
You press your lips to his ear. “You’re my first, too.”
And then— you rock.
Gently. Testing how much you can move.
And his hands slam down on your hips like he can’t take it. His cock twitches inside you, and your walls clench around him in response.
You moan.
He moans louder.
Then you start riding him, slow and messy. Tight little bounces, up n down. Just enough to feel the stretch, the slide, the overwhelming wet heat of your cunt clinging to him like your body doesn’t want to let go. It’s all instinct and desperation. The sounds of skin against skin, of slick, needy friction echoing in the tiny dorm room.
Your thighs are shaking. His hands won’t stop gripping, guiding, worshiping.
“Fuck, angel— fuck, you’re riding me—”
You cry out. “You’re so deep— I-I can’t—I feel you in my chest—”
He bucks into you by accident and you scream, throwing your head back.
“Did I hurt you?!”
“N-no—again, do that again—”
He does. And you swear you go cross-eyed.
The rhythm is clumsy. Awkward. Your knees are slipping and his hips stutter, but you don’t care. You don’t care about perfect. You care about how he moans your name like a prayer. How your pussy makes that wet little schlk sound every time you take him down to the base.
“I’m gonna cum,” he gasps. “I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it—”
You grab his cheeks, force his eyes to meet yours.
“Cum in me,” you whisper. “Please. Make a mess inside me.”
His cock throbs violently.
“Angel—fuck—I love you—”
He explodes.
It’s hot. You feel it fill you— pulse after desperate pulse. Sticky, thick, messy. It overflows instantly, leaking between your thighs and down his cock while you grind and cry out again, cumming right after him. You shake through it— sobbing, clenching, writhing in his lap like your body doesn’t know how to survive this much fullness.
You collapse against his chest.
His hands cradle you.
He’s panting. Moaning your name over and over.
“I’ve never felt anything so good,” he whispers.
You kiss him then, slow and shaky-sweet.
“Neither have I.”
And then you both fall backward onto the bed, tangled, ruined, still joined at the hips.
You stay that way for a long, long time.
You’re still straddling him.
Bare thighs trembling. Pussy aching. His cock softening slowly inside you, twitching with little aftershocks, buried deep in your cunt and leaking. You can feel it. His cum—so much of it— pooling hot and sticky inside your body. Seeping out in slow, obscene dribbles every time you shift or twitch.
It’s messy. You’re flushed and overwhelmed, shivering through the afterglow and clinging to his hoodie like a lifeline.
And Satoru Gojo is staring between your legs like he’s entranced.
You glance down. Follow his line of sight.
There’s a little stream of milky white trickling from where he’s still inside you, slipping down between your folds and soaking into the mess of his hoodie bunched beneath your ass. You clench involuntarily and more leaks out— sticky-warm and filthy.
Satoru groans.
“I can see it.” His voice is wrecked. “It’s—fuck, it’s dripping out of you. That’s my cum. Inside you.”
You moan softly, hips rocking like you’re chasing the stretch again.
His hands grip your waist.
“I wanna clean you up,” he whispers, breath hot against your cheek.
You blink, dazed. “I can just— get a towel, or—”
“No. Not like that.”
You look down. He’s already pulling out—slowly— and you both gasp as his softening cock slips free of your pussy, followed immediately by a thick, wet gush of cum that drips from your folds in slow, shiny strands.
Satoru watches it fall.
Then he drops to his knees.
Right between your thighs.
“Satoru— what are you—”
“I need to,” he says, voice low, eyes blown wide and desperate. “Please. Let me clean it with my mouth.”
You can’t even think. Not with the way he’s looking at you like you’re something divine, something sweet and holy and soaked in his mess. His hands part your trembling thighs and he moans at the sight of your sticky, cum-dripping pussy glistening in the soft dorm light.
“Angel,” he whispers, reverent. “You’re ruined. I made such a mess.”
You reach down, brush his hair back. “Then clean it up.”
He dives in.
His tongue slides through your folds— warm, flat, soaking up the slick with long, filthy licks. You scream, thighs snapping around his head, because you’re so sensitive, still throbbing from your orgasm, and now his tongue is licking up his own cum from your pussy like he’s starving.
You squirm. Whimper. Try to push him back. “S-Satoru—s'too much—!”
He groans into your cunt, arms wrapping around your hips, holding you down like he’s not letting go until you’re clean.
“Can taste you,” he pants between licks. “You and me, mixed together—fuck, it’s so sweet—”
You throw your head back, moaning like a girl gone dumb.
His mouth is everywhere— lapping up the mess he made, licking into your hole, nosing against your clit until you’re gasping through gritted teeth, thighs shaking violently.
You’ve never felt anything like it.
It’s so dirty. So loving.
So deeply, terrifyingly intimate.
“Satoru—please—”
“Cum again,” he begs. “One more. Let me taste it fresh.”
And you do.
You cum with a sob, hips jerking, pussy leaking fresh slick into his mouth. He groans, drinks it, licks until you’re sobbing and twitching and clinging to his hair like you don’t know who you are anymore.
When he finally pulls back, his is face wet, chin shining, cheeks pink and you’re spread wide, limp, flushed from your ears to your tits and totally wrecked.
He climbs over you, kisses your forehead, then your lips, slowly, letting you taste yourself, his cum, the sweat and breathlessness of your shared first time.
“You’re my favourite thing,” he whispers.
You start crying.
He cradles you, strokes your hair, tucks you against his chest and wraps a blanket over your trembling body.
“I want you again,” you whisper.
He kisses your hair.
“I’m yours now,” he says. “So anytime you want me… I’m yours.
drea do you think the jjk yuri fandom would go crazy for obgyn dr shoko x patient pregnant reader (toji is the deadbeat baby daddy) cuz im so close to making my first longform fic but first i need to gauge interest u know.. is this too strange a concept, are there not enough dr x patient freaks out there….medical examination freaks…..Maybe even some freaks (besides me) who want to see a little bit of shoko angst where maybe she breaks up with reader in the third trimester bc the guilt of their relationship freaks her out and she cuts it off when it gets too real (my avoidant queen) and then comes back when reader has the baby and steps up as a mom after toji bails (unsurprisingly) and tells reader not to put his name on the birth certificate ….. do the freaks want this u think…..
first of all
ur mind is amazing
now
nothing is too strange a concept don’t let anyone tell u different. write what YOU are interested in and dont cater to other people!! writing what you yourself are interested in is what creates a fic that is interesting to others
i think the concept is so fricken cool i haven’t seen anything like it on here and i mean that in the best way possible.. and i am also a slut for angsty yuri🤤
sapphic readers don’t get enough content as other readers overall but we’re not even going to get into my strong opinions on that.. so i’m sure they (and me) would love something like this
if u ever need help or just want someone to read over it my discord is the same as my name on here
Pairing: Nerd!Gojo x fem!reader
CW: SMUTTTTTT SMUT SMUT MDNI, reader is a brat, brat tamer Gojo, some crack, pronebone, rough sex, p in v, choking a bit, spanking, degradation a bit, facial, mentions of Suguru Geto, Weed, possessive/jealous behaviour
"Quit hogging it! Pass."
"Damn, impatient. Here, doll."
You and Suguru were sitting in his car's backseat, your back against the door, legs entangled with his in the middle of the seats, smoke swirling past your face and through the ajar sunroof.
Only recently, you two had started to smoke after classes, nothing deep. Just casual, sharing a rolled blunt while talking about nothing.
Casual, for one, because he was your boyfriend's best friend.
You weren't a troublemaker per se, but you weren't a stuck-up academic weapon either, so you have no clue why you ended up with the top student in his major.
Satoru Gojo, astrophysics and science nerd.
It happened slowly, through little sticky notes and small gifts of candy on your usual desk in the lecture halls, him sitting one chair closer in the library each time you went.
And then one date that made you fall head over heels for this shy weirdo.
And you got to know his closest friend, Suguru Geto, who was more on the alternative artistic side. But he was fun to get stoned with.
You inhaled the smoke, about to pass the rest of the smoked-out blunt back to the long-haired male across from you, when a sudden knocking on the window startled your zen.
The knocking turned into full banging and a familiar, whiny voice.
"Suguru… u..unlock the damn door! What are you two doing in there with her? Smoking?? That's bad for YOU-"
Suguru groaned, pulled the keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the car doors, clearly irritated by the white-haired one catching you both.
The moment he got the door open, you were pulled out, a barrage of smart and large words thrown at Suguru about weed and how it can ruin his health, not to mention how bad it is to give it to you and blablalbabllaaaa.
You could feel Satoru's hands on you tremble, blunt nails dragging your clothes a bit while having you squished close to his chest, his eyes looked like he wanted to burst out crying, clearly shaken up over this even while giving a lecture.
Satoru really only calmed down when you started walking away with him, not even getting to say a goodbye to Suguru, too busy being pulled away by your boyfriend.
"Tooruu…. c'mon, relax. We weren't doing anything…" You sighed, feeling his hand on your waist tighten a bit, leading you through the campus to the dormitories.
"Not doing anything? Why didn't you t..tell me you two were hanging out? I'd come too..!" Satoru grumbled, fumbling with his glasses after stepping inside the building, fidgeting, refusing to look at you.
"You don't even smoke. Are you jealous?"
"Wha..! Me? Feel envious over MY girlfriend sitting in MY best friend's car together and SHARING weed? No." He puffed up his cheeks a bit.
"Relax, babe. "
"I am relaxed. We are g..going to my room to show you how r…relaxed I am."
You sighed, holding his hand while walking up a few flights of stairs, watching Satoru fumble around with his keys before finally getting the door unlocked, ushering you inside right after.
"If I had known you'd freak out over something like that, I wouldn't have gone…" You mumbled, toeing off your shoes.
Satoru seemed to get a bit more on edge from that comment, already battling unfamiliar emotions inside- he hadn't had a girlfriend before you, so feeling possessive or jealous was new.
"Did he ask you to meet him?" The white-haired one's voice came out a bit too rough.
"Yeah, we have met up a few times like that already."
"Oh… so you like Suguru?"
"Maybe." You roll your eyes, getting a bit annoyed now, walking further into the dorm and plopping down on Satoru's bed, staring up at him.
Your attitude didn't go unnoticed.
"Maybe?" Satoru stood up fully straight, the pout on his lips turning more into a frown.
"Yeah, maybe he wouldn't care about me spending some time with friends." You scoff, only adding to the anger bubbling up the white-haired male's throat.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He walked in front of you, subconsciously forcing his knee between yours, having you spread your legs to accommodate him standing between them.
The look in his blue irises behind those clunky glasses wasn't of some pathetic nerd who would let his woman cuck him and force him to watch from the corner. I mean, he totally would do that if you wanted him to- but not the time.
You could tell he was getting pissed now, fingers clenching and unclenching, glaring down at you as if he wanted to bite you.
…Hot.
It wouldn't hurt to egg Satoru on a bit, no?
What was he gonna do?
Nothing. (wrong)
Your lips formed a small smirk, your eyes almost gleaming as you leaned back on the palms of your hands, keeping your legs spread a bit too wide to be innocent.
"Nothing. Just that maybe he'd be a better boyfriend for me." You cooed out, being provocative.
Satoru's eye twitched.
The dorm room went silent for a second, just the two of you breathing.
You wanted to keep pushing, opening your mouth- but a strong hand wrapped around the front of your throat, thumb digging into the side to silence you.
"Shut it." Satoru squeezed out of himself, holding back from growling, the way he had leaned down, forcing you to look up at him, had his white bangs fall into his eyes.
Seeing your usual meek nerd get like this had your panties wet.
He was so mean, so so mean.
Satoru had you roughly shoved back and flipped around, his glasses hanging on for dear life while pulling your pants down just enough, not bothering to properly take anything off- panties pulled to the side and a thumb lodged inside of your pathetic cunt, pushing it up against your walls to stretch you out.
"Why him, huh? You really think Suguru could have you this wet just by a few touches? I don't think so."
All you could do was whimper and try to wiggle away, face mushed into a soft pillow, arching your back after a rough slap was delivered to your thigh for trying to run.
"Stay still, didn't you want this?"
"Suguru wou-" Your attempt at being a brat again had the palm that had spanked you slapped over your mouth, forcing your head to be pulled back and your spine to bend more, having your legs tremble.
"I said, shut it."
An embarrassingly large boner had flopped out of Satoru's boxers after you moaned and whined around his hand for a moment- the angry tip nudging at your slick folds, purposefully not even going near the glistening entrance.
"F..fine… shit… if you want to speak… better beg for it." Satoru leaned over you, chest against your back, chin hooked over your shoulder to listen.
Not like he was going to make this easy.
He did take his hand off of your lips, drool smeared across the palm.
"I'm not begging." You tried to talk back, gasping for air when he dragged his hard cock up and down your pussy.
"Beg for it." Satoru breathed out, his hips grinding down against your ass.
"No- mmphn!"
Thick fingers were shoved into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, middle and ring fingers sliding back and forth on the twitching muscle.
"C'mon, I know you can. Stop being a brat."
This had you thinking for a bit, who knows what he'd do if you didn't comply.
"Pll..hh..hheasshhee.." You managed to speak around the digits, spit already wanting to spill down your chin.
"Please what? I don't understand you, silly girl."
"Plluhleasee fuchhk mhhee.."
How embarrassing, you have never been the one to beg.
"Good girl. But I'm still mad."
You could feel it, the way he let you suck on his fingers while driving a meaty dick inside- not caring for the cries you let out after going too deep.
Your thighs were held together by his, forced to have them smack together after each thrust- eyes rolling back when Satoru started to leave hickeys, biting and nipping the skin of your shoulder and arm, anything his mouth could get to while lying on top of you.
"Never."
thrust
"Forget.''
thrust
"You're m..mine…"
thrust
"Mine…"
The lewd sounds of your sopping cunt and his leaking pre had your head spinning, almost crying from each rough plunge inside.
All you could do was nod in agreement, nails digging into the sheets- bed shaking from the force of Satoru trying to fuck your brain full of him.
He waited for you to cum, having you spasm and tremble a bit, feeling you clench around his aching cock as if you had never had dick this good.
He wasn't done yet.
Glasses askew, he had flipped you over again, quickly pulling out and moving forward- a deliciously dripping cockhead right above your face, two eager hands jerking it.
Satoru made sure to paint your face, letting every last drop get on your skin, smearing and guiding most of the cum to your mouth.
Obviously you kissed the spent tip, swirling your tongue around it for a second.
That had your boyfriend whine, quickly fix his glasses, and look away- as if the tough guy thing had disappeared.
He did feel a bit bad, lying down and cuddling you right after, even licking some of his own seed off of your skin to nuzzle his cheek against yours, acting all cute now while you struggled to catch your breath.
"M s..sorry… I just got nervous ab..bout you being alone with… Sugu.."
"When I get nervous, I imagine everyone around me naked. It helps, Toru."
"WHAT? Y-YOU SHOULDN'T THINK OF ANYONE ELSE NAKED BUT ME!!"
You've been married to him for years. What you find in the shed makes you question everything.
Pairing: Husband!Sukuna x fem!reader
CW: character death, murder / homicide, gore (dismemberment, mutilation, blood, injuries), body horror, psychological manipulation / gaslighting, toxic relationship / unhealthy relationship dynamics, captivity / imprisonment / isolation, Implied cannibalism, mutual obsession
For my event INTERLACED
Ten years.
A whole decade.
Wasted.
You wear your wedding gift from him, always neatly tied or braided into your hair.
Ivory white and clean as a whistle. You kept it spotless.
A lace bow, with the most delicate trim and floral motifs.
Every day.
You loved Sukuna so much it hurt your heart at times, unable to properly show how much poured from your fingertips after touching his skin. Just a hug or a small kiss would have you flooded with love. All for him.
He was the same, you never knew any hardships when he was around, there to be a strong arm, a word that made you laugh, brightening your day. Never upset you, sure, he might be a bit rough around the edges, but you weren't perfect, either.
The purest kind of love and adoration, care.
Mutual obsession.
So when did it start going wrong?
Truthfully, you hadn't even noticed it. Nothing was amiss. Your mind about him is as spotless as your bow, your husband could do no wrong.
Nothing was wrong in your marriage, nothing had changed in your relationship.
But your surroundings were shifting.
Missing knives, but they were replaced with new, better ones a day or two after you began asking where they had gone. A safe tucked away in the closet, no clue what was inside.
"For our safety, sweetheart, you know how wild animals are."
Having to do more loads of laundry than usual. But Sukuna himself would do it, not letting you glance at his dirty clothes thrown into a pile in the middle of the hamper, reassuring you to leave it to him.
"Go rest, my flower. I'll handle it."
No questions about this odd tint of red around his fingernails that never went away.
Why was the shed locked shut?
The shed.
Just a regular tool shed, your husband kept his power tools and lawnmower there, nothing unusual for the house.
So why was it bolted shut day after day unless Sukuna strolled inside of it?
"Just working on some things in there, don't worry your pretty little head about it, alright, my doll?"
"You should be worrying more about watering the flowers instead of some junk in a rotting shed, my love."
Sweet words, easing your curious heart. He was a good man.
But you couldn't help yourself, could you?
Off at work, at least that's what your husband told you he was up to, not around to fill your ears with light whispers and reassurance of your growing paranoia.
It was starting to get cloudy outside, a storm rolling in from past the canopy of nearby trees. Your first sign not to step outside.
The second one was the lock on the wooden door.
You had the key, right?
Of course you did.
While searching for your slippers in the morning, you had peeked under the bed.
Taped on the underside of your husband's side was… something.
Now it was in your hands, your anxious, shaky hands.
Don't be nervous now, all you have to do is turn the lock.
Click.
You didn't reach for the handle yet, taking a shaky breath and shutting your eyes.
Sukuna wouldn't be mad, right?
No, no, he wouldn't.
The only way he spoke to you was through patience and gentle guidance. He'd just chuckle and show you what's inside himself, yes.
Manipulation and lies, sugarcoated to sound as tender as your flesh.
You didn't know, using that same feeling of safety to calm your nerves, peering at the door once again, your hand on the handle already, key in the lock.
Nothing to be uneasy about, it's just a shed with gardening tools and maybe some car parts. Stop feeling like you might get your neck snapped just by having a little look.
The door creaked open, louder than you would have liked. The treeline went silent after the uncomfortable noise. A third warning.
What you saw wasn't all that odd… the lawnmower in the corner, a grass trimmer, and a few shovels in a dark corner.
You stepped inside, leaving the door ajar.
The lamp in the middle of the shabby thing flicked awake after tugging on the string dangling down.
There was this faint smell of dread hiding behind the organization.
Your eyes flicked around, landing on the workbench at the far side. Your feet carrying you there before your brain.
A small jar of pulled teeth fell into your gaze.
Teeth?
The more you looked around, the items didn't seem so innocent anymore.
Thick rope and a few rusty saws tucked under the table.
Not rust.
Maybe the worst thing was a splotch of thick blood on the edge of a bucket filled with that same stench of impending doom.
It wasn't blood… just paint.
Your fingers reached out, you had to prove to yourself that it was nothing.
But the deep crimson stained your hand, the smell of iron hit your nose, and you couldn't keep the fantasy stable anymore.
Thunderclouds had hidden the sky completely outside, making the space darker than before.
The loud thuds of heavy raindrops hitting the tin roof of the shed rang through your ears, overwhelming your senses, hands trembling while looking at the glossy blood seeping into your nail beds.
You should not have left the door open.
"My flower, what are you doing in here?"
Sukuna had returned.
You snapped out of your trance, blinking and looking in his direction, hand reaching up to your head in search of the comfort of your lace bow, fiddling with it while watching your husband approach.
Rough hands cradled your face, gently checking if you had hurt yourself. Red irises did a horrible job of hiding his displeasure with you.
"You didn't harm yourself, did you? Oh my sweet girl… come here."
A hug, face smushed into the comfort of his chest. A steady heartbeat against your ear.
So he wasn't mad… good.
Your trembling hands clung to his back.
You couldn't see the way Sukuna's jaw clenched, nails itching to claw into your sides and squeeze you tight enough to have you pop.
"You shouldn't be in here. How about we go back inside and have dinner, hm?"
No questions about the key or your findings.
False safety.
Sukuna had taken you back in the house, sat you down, and helped heat up some food. It was silent while you ate, your fork barely able to cut through a soft vegetable, as the thought of the odd findings popped back into your mind.
"Sweetheart, why is your bow filthy? Messy girl."
Your fingers had stained a corner of it with the Incarnadine shade.
Scrubbing. Scratching, desperately washing both your hands and the lace, couldn't get rid of it.
You cried in his arms that night, gathered up in his chest, head lying against his.
Sukuna caressed your back, caressed your hair, and shushed you to sleep.
It was just a bow.
The truth was cracking from the seams everywhere you looked now. The house was lacking color, the dullness and real darkness creeping in from unlit corners. The ingredients in the pantry and the shelves in the fridge seemed to be rotten, tasteless.
Sukuna's face looked different, touching it made your skin tingle- as if it refused to connect with his.
Maybe it was because the romanticized image of him was losing its shape.
And maybe the fact that he refused to let you go outside.
No more garden work, too harsh for your puzzled mind.
The sun was too hot, even on a cloudy day.
You needed to relax, even after sleeping all day.
It was getting unbearable.
The front door was locked, the back door too. Sukuna was working in the study.
Trapped in your own safe haven, you needed to do something, so why not go down to the basement?
Your husband never said anything about the cold concrete box below the floorboards, knowing you were too scared to go there.
With nothing better to do, his logic was being proved false with every step you took down the squeaky stairs.
You found the light switch, getting a yellow, old hue illuminating the space.
Oh yeah, the freezers were down here.
Two, to be exact. Sukuna liked smoking meat and fish on sunny days, so you knew he used them to keep them frozen.
A little peek wouldn't do you any harm.
So what if your last gander took away your freedom to leave these walls? This was different.
As if.
The sound of the creaking steps had alerted him, no matter how slow you had gone.
Your tainted hands lifted the large hinged lid of the chest.
Just some plastic bags of red meat, parts of a pig, and venison. A large salmon head stared up at you from the side.
The eyes of the dead fish were gouged out.
The lid went back down, now wanting to see if the same contents were in the second one.
You should have stopped with the first one.
At first the same plastic bags stared up at you, what looked like minced meat and animal body parts.
Not that human hand though.
Sawed off from the bicep, a fleshy limb wrapped in the same plastic bag, but oozing crimson from the palm made eye contact with you.
The color drained from your face, doubling over and pulling the dismembered part out, your own arms shaking while looking at the frozen appendage.
Bile churned around in your stomach, a sour, watery taste taking over your mouth.
The stairs were still squeaky, making sound as heavy footsteps rushed down.
"Flower, what are you up to now?"
Once Sukuna's head went low enough from the upper floor, seeing the sight of you holding something you never were supposed to see.
Your hands dropped the bag immediately, clattering to the basement floor, a part of the bag opening, the smell of decayed flesh hit your nose once again.
"My angel, are you trying to get yourself in trouble again. It hurts me to keep you locked away, but if you keep fooling around, i might just keep you in one room and tend to you."
His voice was gruff, trying to sound smooth and caring, but it was clearly impossible to do so.
He tried to reach out to you, blunt nails touching your hair, easing you to step into his embrace. Just like any other time to have you calm down and trap you in his arms till he felt you'd deserve freedom.
His palm crushed your skull into his chest, Sukuna acting like he wanted to infuse you inside of his ribcage.
"Silly thing, must you keep poking your nose in my things?" He cooed into your hair, but you swore you could feel his canines trying to bite into the top of your head.
"We will go upstairs, watch a movie, and forget all about this-"
"No!"
You never spoke against him, so the sudden outburst had Sukuna's grip faltering, you shoved yourself off of him, looking more panicked than ever, not letting him worm his way into your logical thinking.
"Come back, you little…!"
You stumbled back, tripping over the same arm, trying to grab onto the freezer but it did nothing, crashing backwards with a thud.
Thankfully it only gave you a faint dizziness, scrambling up right after.
A tattooed arm wrapped around you, holding you tighter than before. He wouldn't let go now.
"You hit your head, my dear. It's bleeding. Maybe you shook your little brain back into place. I told you, we are forgetting about this and watching a fucking movie."
He dragged you back up the stair by your middle, not caring about you tripping over your own feet, not caring that you were looking at the melting limb on the ground and the image of pooling blood and peeling skin underneath a plastic sheen was the last thing engraved in your mind before the lights got switched off.
He sat you down, giving you a stern glare before disappearing into the bathroom to grab a first aid kit for your bleeding scalp.
The gash was above your bow, it still neatly wrapped into your hair, the thick red seeped into the middle of the ivory lace. Stained worse than before, just a few spots keeping the previous ivory color safe.
His fingers were gentle, parting your hair and cleaning the wound with stinging spirit. Your eyes blankly watched the subtitles flow as some old western movie played on the television.
You didn't dare look up, not wanting to see the cold glaze in his irises, knowing Sukuna wanted nothing but to take away your air and put you to sleep.
You weren't the one slumbering.
The only way you could end this nightmare was to snuff out the source.
It was past midnight, a large, full moon shining trough the tightly shut windows. Your bow hanging on by a few messy locks of hair, a bandaged wrapped around your skull with a red splotch on the back.
A knife, your favourite one to cut up fruit. The one with a pretty handle, engraved with both you and your sleeping husbands initials.
You stood over him, eyes almost bleary while watching Sukuna's peaceful expression. Like the day he asked for your hand, for the day he said he wanted to be yours. The day you bought a house together in the middle of nowhere.
If only you were strong enough, your breathing had turned shaky and bordering on gasping as your hand shook, unable to even process what you were about to do.
The last thing to give away your actions was a droplet, a salty and large teardrop rolling down your cheek and right on to Sukuna's lips.
His eyes shot open as if his senses were on high alert, an arm already reaching out to grab at you.
You didn't know what else to do besides listen to your mind- stumbling back and running as fast as you could.
Almost falling out of the bedroom after shoving the door open.
Sukuna didn't yell for you to get back. He was already chasing after you.
You couldn't hear a single thing, heart too loud in your ears- wanting to leap out of your mouth.
Glass shattered, sharp pain in your palms and legs while climbing trough the kitchen window.
Damp grass padding against your bare soles as you ran for the treeline, unable to breathe.
You don't know how far you ran.
Didn't know how long.
He caught up, he always did.
Why would such a silly girl like you think he had just let you go?
"My petal, where have you gone now? I can hear you."
It felt like he was right behind the tree you had hid, blunt nails digging into the handle of the knife you thankfully hadn't dropped.
You shut your eyes, holding your breath. But that was no use.
"My angel, come out."
Heavy footsteps approached, with no care stepping right past the thick bark of the tree.
A stab to the chest, your hands weak from fear but driven enough to push the blade right to his beating heart, ripping trough muscle.
Too shocked by your own action, the pain from the same type of sharpness slicing trough the side of your throat.
Maybe it was a bit romantic, the last time spent together, in each others arms, spluttering and struggling to breathe, buried in moss with a pale moon not even giving you the ability to see one another bleed out.
Sukuna had never kissed the top of your head as tenderly as right before his last breath.
"I love you."
Not like you could reply, blood filling your lungs and vocal chords sliced.
Already fading out together with the last beat of his heart.
The bow, the lacy thing no longer white, barely even recognizable by how much blood had been spilt.
Yoon's notes: hi guys sorry for the lame ass horror fic
synopsis: the wasteland is a lawless, lonely place. who can blame a girl when a chance encounter leaves you chasing after a man who dreams of more than just scraping by in a shitty settlement? although there might be something more dangerous than deathclaws roaming around out there...
pairings: vault dweller!Geto x settler!Reader x raider!Sukuna
content: mdni, heavy angst, smut and occasional fluff, fallout au, apocalypse, falling in love, heavy (mutual) pining, MATURE THEMES!!, violence (of all kinds really it IS a fallout au lol), multiple povs, Geto falling apart and reader trying to put him back together, Sukuna's pretty evil in this ngl, but he's also an obsessive yearner so we should forgive him, tags will be in each chapter
playing on a radio station near you...
one: atom bomb baby
two: the wanderer
three: orange colored sky
four: it's a man
five: crawl out through the fallout
six: we'll meet again
seven: a demon, a devil, a doll
eight: rocket 69
nine: it's all over
ten: set the world on fire
eleven: anything goes
twelve: right behind you baby
thirteen: end of the world
playlist for fic here
comment to be tagged <3
a/n: divider by @/crylynnluv ! this will be my next long fic since we are getting towards the point where nopa is about to split into separate endings! for my other angels who love fallout you should also check out this new fic by @karvokr
