Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who isn't afraid to tell you he wants your attention. Staring deeply into your soul like the Reaper coming for your death. His one eyes glowing in the dark as he watches you sleep every night. Body eerily still as he stood in the corner of your room.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who hates how he looks now. No longer confident in his looks. Mostly the neck up. He doesn't care he's missing his guts or arm. He's just upset about his face. The scars, his empty socket, and the hanging tendon that holds his only eye. Clawed hand tugging at the eye bags he'll forever have.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who loves listening to you breathe. His bloodied body laying against your sheets just to be close enough to hear you breathe. Or when you're out in the day, his body hovering close to you like a lingering shadow. Listening to your breathe and heart to remember what it's like to be alive.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who still has his infinity. But it's power is sliced in half. He no longer could use infinity on himself. He couldn't protect himself from flying knives or debris. But he could protect you. His body instinctively reacts to protect you when a curse appears or when you're on missions. Ablitrating them in just one move.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who secretly enjoys the tastes of different Curses. He never thought he'd do it, it just happened. When he was throwing a temper tantrum because you denied him the joy of going with you on a mission. He attacked a level 1 grade curse. Sinking his shifting teeth into the curse. New teeth replacing his pearly whites and tearing out chunks of the curse. Tasting sugar instead of the fowl taste Suguru used to gag about.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who used to be so good at everything. Perfecting and getting bored of said everything. No longer suffers boredom. Becoming a curse has limited his use of his old curse technique. He isn't God like anymore, but similar to being human.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who is your fiancee that never hated you. Who never not loved you. He finds your hatred for him adorable. You never liked him, even in high school. You were engaged at birth. Never grew up together, only meeting when you're freshman. It was love at first sight when you're beautiful eyes laid on his eyes of white clouds and blue skies.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who kills anyone who harms or creeps you out. Who tears their heart from their chest and rips heads off. His count of total murders he's done for you is more than he can even count. Even the smallest of a look sets him off.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who isn't a wholeheartedly loving version for himself. He is a monster, a cannibal, and someone who he no longer used to be. He's obsessed with you, in deep love and devotion. This isn't a love story, this is a Horror novel. You're not getting a happy ending with him. But does that really matter to him? No. Along as you're in the ending with him. Remember your vows?
Notes: This is a series I'm writing for Gojo as a Mangled Curse Corpse♡
Summary: You're cursed with being binded to the man you hate. His dead presence following you everywhere. After dying to Sukuna, he's deemed to make you, and your students lives miserable.
THIS IS A PROLOGUE♡
His head made a sound of bones snapping, blood dripping from his sockets.
His pale skin coated in deep red.
His only arm raised slowly as he covered his eerie grin as he chuckled.
His stomach and all that was in it looked as if it was torn out, his lower spine and ribcage exposed.
His only eye hanging by a string of nerves, the intense glow of blue skies and clouds lit up the dark room that he stood in.
The room was covered in red, bloodied corpses and piles of unknown foul atrocities. Desks that belonged to the room flipped and broken.
The smell of iron and rot filled her nose.
His head snapped around to where he heard the sound, his head tilting as his grin widened.
His body slowly limped towards her hiding form, fully intent to tear her jaw from her head.
She held her hands over her mouth to contain the sudden urge to scream.
Her legs hugged to her chest as she hid under a desk that was still intact.
Her body was shaking to the point where she could almost vibrate an earthquake into the desk.
Her eyes watched cautiously as she watched his legs move, the limp in his leg making him slower than he seemed.
“Oh baby~” he sing-songed, his voice was smooth yet hoarse. It sounded as if it echoed in itself, to where it's terrifying even when he says ‘baby’.
“Come out honey, don’t make me find you.” he cooed with a giggle, a grown man giggling.
His body bending down to look under the desk two feet away from hers. The hanging eye was lifted by his only hand to look underneath.
He grinned as he stood back up.
The more he got closer to her, the more she smelt the stench.
Rotting flesh, the faint smell of gourmand.
Her eyes watered with how bad it affected her sensitive nose. Hands held over her nose to try and stop her from throwing up everywhere.
“Darling~ Come out, come out wherever you are!” he hummed as he grew closer to her spot, almost mocking her at how slow he's walking.
“Isn’t this what you call; cat and mouse?”
She had half a mind to scream at him.
She had tolerated him–until he lost it.
“I don’t like being teased, sweetie.” he pouted, almost child-like.
His hand grazed against the topside of her desk.
“Yet… You still hide and run.”
“What do you want in order for me to get you out of hiding? My life?”
The sound that came out of his lips sent shivers down her spine.
The sound is haunting and devilish.
It was his laugh.
No longer the one she knew–the one full of joy and playfulness.
Now; it's just a hollow shell of what it used to be.
“Too bad Sukuna already took that…”
His head swung downwards.
“Hi Cutie.”
She let out a muffled scream the moment he grabbed her and dragged her out.
She clawed at the desk legs, the floor, and anything she can grab to tear her away from him.
“Hey now, is this how you greet your dead Fiancee?” he smiled playfully.
His hand lifted her up effortlessly and stared at her upside down form.
His chest–or what's left of it–rumbled with a fit of giggles.
“I’ve missed you. Didn’t you miss me too?”
She sobbed at the man she once had been her co-worker, no longer seeing him but a walking corpse of her resentment.
“I’m sorry, for whoever cursed you I’m sorry you have to suffer this!” she cried, all the blood rushing to her head the more she hung upside down.
“Cursed me? Baby, that’s the least of my concerns.” he turned her upright, his hand held her waist and pulled her close.
She gagged at the feeling of her body pressing against the blood and torn flesh.
“I’m glad you cared though. At least now I know how much I meant to you.”
His hanging eye glowed brighter the more he grew excited.
He crouched slightly and smiled.
“Be a dear, put my eye in place?”
She covered her mouth, stopping herself from throwing up. She shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“DO IT.” his voice came out demonic.
She sobbed and shakily lifted her hand, gently grabbing the eye. She gagged so bad she had to look away. Causing him to giggle in delight.
She slowly squished it into his socket, watching his eyelid slowly blink over it.
“Oh goodie.” he hummed, looking down at her and smiling more.
“Now I can see you better.”
Satoru hummed happily as he levitated around you, his exposed bones clinking and rattling the more he moved. It’s been days since he began following you around, you had no idea why he chose you over all the other people. The two were basically highschool enemies, people who couldn’t stand each other.
You know for a fact that he doesn’t like(like) you, that much is known. So you have no idea why he’s here. You came to the conclusion that he’s just doing this so he can make your life more miserable even in the afterlife.
The only thing that is good about this situation is that; Satoru wipes out any other curse without you having to use your technique.
The moment you step on the battlefield–he’s already killed the curse.
A few smart comments about you needing to be faster, but he always ends up killing them before you even had the chance.
Even when you’re at your home, he’s always there.
Stealing your hair ties and hiding them in your couch, turning the TV channels to annoy you, and even to the point where he’d mess with you while you slept.
It really is terrifying when you wake up, his bloodied sockets and scarred face staring down at you.
You screamed almost every time.
Satoru found it fun messing with you and your everyday life.
He couldn’t do it before back when he was alive.
“Alright students! Today, we’re going to show our newer rookies how to adjust their techniques.”
You smiled brightly at your now third year students.
Yuji Itadori.
Megumi Fushiguro.
Nobara Kugisaki.
“Of course sensei!” Itadori proudly stood, wrapping an arm around Fushiguro’s and Kugisaki’s shoulders.
Kugisaki and Fushiguro only grumbled, their eyes mostly staring at the mangled corpse of their old sensei.
Satoru Gojo.
He waved with his only arm, grinning happily as the two students swallowed hard.
“Sweetie~ Make them show off their amazing skills they learnt from me!” he cooed, floating over to the three and smiling happily.
Itadori’s eyes glew in excitement at his old sensei’s request, while the other two bit their lip and looked away.
“Sensei… Can you please, tell ‘IT’ to go away?” Kugisaki muttered, Fushiguro nodding slowly.
Satoru suddenly frowned, his eye dimmed and he let out a puff of steam. His feet now touching the ground, arms crossed. His head tilting and his hair of white strands sway gently in the wind. His lips twitched and tried to force his well known toothy smile.
Only for it to drip black blood along his lower lip and chin.
“Gumiii.. C’mon, don’t say such cruel things to your amazing Sensei.” Satoru tried to tease.
Fushiguro only flinches at the old nickname. He looks away and grit his teeth.
You gave a sad look to your students, walking over to the two and giving a gentle pat to the shoulder
“Just ignore him. I know it’s hard…” You whisper.
The two only nodded slowly.
Itadori beamed as he conversed with his old Sensei. His eyes gleaming and his body bouncing as he discussed his new techniques. His pink tufts waving crazily with every movement he made in one place. Satoru smiled genuinely while listening to him. He could always count on Itadori to cheer him up, ever since he became this way.
You looked at Itadori and Satoru.
Shifting in your spot before Fushiguro called out to Itadori.
“Yuji. Time for our sparring.”
Itadori grinned and basically appeared infront of Fushiguro. His smile showed off the faint freckles along his cheek bones. He was like a hyper puppy. It made you feel at ease with all the tension.
Satoru stood next to you now, his hand poked at your side and you yelped. Smacking him in the side–only to feel the exposed ribcage with mangled flesh. You gag and quickly wipe the blood onto his ripped uniform. He laughed and looked down at you. His dimples appeared on the sides of his cheeks, deepening the sides and the scars bending.
“This’ll be a fun year.” he cooed.
Notes: Agggh!! First time showing off my writings </3 be gentle with me lovelys^^☆
Android!Geto, but is a recreation of your deceased husband. Built exactly like him, sounds like him, hair like his, hands like his, eyes like his. Down to the same personality.
Android!Geto, who slowly begins to grow his own conscious. His own mind, his own personality. Flexible to reality.
Android!Geto, who wants to be exactly like your deceased husband. He wants to replace and become your husband.
Android!Geto, who is willing to destroy parts of himself for you to fix him. To watch you scold him while fixing his arm. The titanium bone poke out his rubber skin.
Android!Geto, but hates Gojo. The original him, the human him, loved his best friend. But him? He doesn't want anything to do with the annoying prick. He's getting in his way. He has to dispose of him.
Android!Geto, who takes care of the girls with parental care. Loves them like they were his own. But would kill them without hesitation if they dared to ruin his plans. Or if you asked.
Android!Geto, that wants you to love him, with how he is. Not who he's based on.
Android!Geto, who is willing to kill and destroy anything in his way. Willing to burn down cities, kill children if you so asked.
Summary: You were burned for loving a monster, now you owe Him.
You stared at Sukuna as he stood above you, only a few feet away. His red ruby eyes of wrath staring deeply into your fading ones.
His grin twitched while your own lips dipped into a straight line from the smile before.
The aching pain of something piercing the under part of your ribcage. A burning sensation at your feet slowly moving up your calves.
Your body bound against hard wood, the splinters digging into your back. Your head lolling to the side as hot tears drip down your cheeks.
Sukuna stood there for a long moment, his brain processing what is happening.
He had just gotten back from destroying a village a bit yonder of the Kominka. Planning to come see you and gift you the unique flower of the mountains to you. But now...
You're burning at the stake.
His eyes slowly widen and his grin drops an inch. Body reacting on instinct, his hand swatting in the air and everyone who cheered and crowded around the burning of you--was chopped to bits. Blooded splattered and so did their organs and brain matter.
His legs heavy and loud as he moved quickly towards you. His lower arms clapped together and water rained at the burning fire eating at your body. His feet squishing into the blood soaked earth.
His nails tear through the rope with ease that binded you. His lower arms held you, upper ones caressing your face and forcing RCT within your blood-flow.
He watched as the light fades from your teary eyes. The color rolling back to behind your upper lids.
He hissed in distaste. Forcing more of his cursed technique within you. Grunting in anger as your limp body doesn't warm within his arms.
"Damnnit woman! Open yer eyes!" He demanded, brows furrowing in.
His teeth gritting and caused a slight spark.
The minutes pass, he sat there for a good hour. Forcing his cursed energy into a dead corpse. His eyes growing hot and the air of ash and bloodied fog stinging them.
Sukuna gave up. His upper arms going limp and the lower pair pull your corpse to his chest. Closing his eyes and cursing.
"You are cruel. To yer husband. Making him windowed. The audacity of yer departure!" He roared. The village began to shake, the empty winds picking up.
His body folding over as he held the corpse to his body.
He won't cry, he won't sob, he won't shed a single tear.
But he will eat you. Slowly consuming your body into his, his lower mouth chewing and tearing apart the tendons and flesh of you. The bones snapping and making him flinch.
Ryomen Sukuna, flinching?
He cursed into your flesh of your neck, teeth Sinking in and tearing your neck apart. Both mouths consuming you, the taste of your blood and meat made him gag. He had to take a moment before he can eat anymore. His eyes closing and brows scrunched.
When he ate your arms and legs, eating up from your abdomen to your chest. Stopping at where your heart used to be.
Taking the small thing in the palms of his hand. Staring at it.
He couldn't eat anymore. He couldn't bring himself too.
He stared at the hole he dug himself. All the body pieces and bits of flesh of the villagers in within it. A pond of blood and chunks.
He held your head, staring into your dead eyes. He tsked, lifting it up and gently as a monster could--kissing your pale lips. And tearing them off.
He chewed and swallowed. Staring at you one last time before tossing you into the pit.
His right lower hand held your heart. It bleeds still.
Sukuna inhaled deeply. Rubbing his temples before turning on his feet.
His walk back to the Kominka was long. His feet dragged and his body slightly slumped.
The moment he walked within he home of your both shared room. He looked to your side, the antique dresser. Your mirror, your fans your comb. He bit his lip and grunted.
Taking a white kimono of yours, folding it neatly and taking it out to the garden.
He bent infront of the pond of koi you, oh, so loved. He loathed it. He hated it.
But it was your favorite place to wait for him when he came home.
This place is no longer home.
It's long lost its meaning.
He placed the kimono on the grass, before placing your heart upon it.
Staring for a long bit before he snapped his fingers.
Uraume appeared.
Their own face solemn and faded of color.
The held a class covering, and placed it in his hand.
Sukuna placed it on top of the kimono and heart. Staring at it before standing.
His eyes of ruby red, turned to a deep maroon. He clicked his tongue.
The rain began to pour, as if it was crying for him. So he didn't have to. Nor did he want to.
The drops trickle down his cheeks and face piece. The water drops like his eyes were leaking. His teeth grit and his hands clenched. His right hand lifting and he liked at the dried blood from where he held the heart.
Uraume stared at the make-shift shrine of your heart. The foot slight tapped and freezed the glass and the heart within. To store it, to keep it from rotting.
"I despise you. You're the most ungrateful human to ever walk this earth..."
"You swore to me your life. For all eternity..."
"Humans are truly the cruelest."
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Cotains: Bloodied sex, Gore, somno, yandere themes, kidnapping, and many more♡
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Cursed Corpse Gojo (Prologue)
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Summary: You're cursed with being binded to the ma
