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Now That We Don't Talk

Part I

Now That We Don’t Talk - Azriel x Reader

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of your mate’s betrayal.

Warnings: major angst, mentions of grief and loss, mention of infidelity 

a/n: this has a happy ending, I promise! I’d also like to mention that I never usually blame the woman when a man cheats, but in this case, both parties knew of the existing relationship and bond so *death to all of them* lol jk…for now…I hope this lives up to your expectations!

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“That’s it, Y/n,” Madja said, taking a step backwards as she carefully monitored you between two support beams. “Go slow.”

Your shoulders and arms were straining as you held yourself up using the two beams, slowly raising your foot to take another step forward. You groaned at the pain, feeling flustered and embarrassed that walking was taking you so much effort. 

Cassian and Nesta had turned one of the larger chambers in the House of Wind into a physical remedial room. You had sessions in here every day with Madja, Cassian almost always there with you and in times he couldn’t be, Rhys would fly up to be with you during these. 

You didn’t have the heart to tell your brother that you preferred when Rhys was here instead of him, only because he always magicked his wings away so you didn’t have to see them. Cassian’s were just a reminder of what you had lost. 

Relearning to walk has been one of the hardest parts of losing your wings.

Even now it was a struggle to simply stand. You were too used to the weight of having wings on your back and using them to balance. You felt their absence in more ways than one.

But this one was easier to deal with—the physical part. It was the mental and emotional part that still kept you up at night. The loss of freedom, having to know you’d never be able to fly again. The nightmares. The embarrassment. The shame. 

You had never been a particularly proud Illyrian, never agreeing with the way your people were raised and the culture they lived in. But still, having those wings made you a part of something bigger than yourself—a community, a tribe, a family. 

You weren’t like Rhys, not a half-breed like him. You didn’t have the pointy ears to make you fit in with the wingless High Fae. You’d always be other to them. And now you’d be other to your people as well. 

You tried to blink away the tears forming in your eyes but it didn’t matter. Your brother seemed to sense the change in your mood and rose from his chair in the corner where he had been monitoring the session.

“You’re doing great, kiddo,” Cassian said, trying to encourage you to keep trying. “One step at a time.”

“I can’t,” you choked out, your muscles straining from the effort to keep you upright. “I-I can’t.”

“You can and you will,” Cassian said, sternly. “Come on, I know you can do it.” 

“I can’t.”

You wobbled, letting out a long exhale. You had only made it halfway to the other side of the mat. Pain pierced through your still healing back, serving as another reminder of what you had lost. Your fractured hip had healed already but the bones still felt like they were being grinded together every time you moved your legs. 

“Thank you for your help today, Madja,” Cassian said, sharing a look with the older healer. “I can take it from here.”

Madja, as if also sensing the shift in the atmosphere, took her leave without argument to give you some privacy with your brother. 

“Just make sure she eats something after this. Her body needs more nourishment,” Madja said on her way out. The noise of the door shutting behind her was all it took for the hold on your emotions to completely crumble. 

You felt your legs give out as a cry escape from your throat. Cassian darted forward, catching you only just before you hit the ground. He slowly lowered you the rest of the way, going with you to hold you in a tight embrace as sobs racked your body. 

“I-I can’t do this, Cass,” you cried over and over again. “I can’t do this.”

He knew you weren’t just talking about walking.

Every intake of breath reminded you of the heavy weight of your heart in your chest. It was unbearable, all consuming. The heartache, the pain, the feeling of the mating bond still lingering in the background of it all. You wanted to rip your heart out, wanted to scream and scream but all that came out were inaudible words and sobs. 

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,” Cassian murmured, petting your hair on the back of your head. “I promise you.” 

“My wings, Cass, m-my wings are gone,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face.

Cassian cradled your head in his neck, pulling you tighter against him. His own body was tense and you knew he was holding back his own emotions, trying to be strong for you. “I know, kiddo, I know.” 

“M-my wings,” you cried. “My wings. I-I want them back, Cass. P-please, I want them back!”

“I would cut off my own wings and give them to you if I could, sweetheart,” Cassian whispered, his voice filled with despair. “I’m so sorry.”

He couldn’t understand this feeling, would never unless he too lost his wings. You remembered when he almost had after protecting Azriel in Hybern from the blast of the Cauldron. Azriel…Just thinking of his name was making you spiral further, choking on your own sobs. 

There had once been a time when Azriel had been the one to save your wings. And now he was part of the reason why you lost them. You weren’t even sure which hurt more at this point. His betrayal or the loss of your wings. 

Both felt so violating. 

A piece of you, of your body, ripped away along with your trust and heart. Your mate sleeping with another female and coming home to you. Looking you in the eyes and keeping that secret from you each and every day. Making love to you knowing he was sharing himself with another behind your back. How were you supposed to move on? 

It didn’t help that you weren’t fully rid of Azriel. The bond was still an unwelcomed presence inside of you, still sang his name–called for him–despite the hurt he had caused you. You wanted to tear it to shreds. 

“Why?” You cried, wrapping your arms around Cassian’s neck to fall into him further. Your brother held you as tight as he could, stroking your hair, whispering words of support in your ear. “Why wasn’t I g-good enough, Cass? W-why wasn’t I enough for him? What is wrong with m-me?”

The guttural wails that came from you caused Cassian to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to keep his own tears at bay. Your chest heaved as you struggled to even breath under the crushing anguish that was consuming you. He held you as you shook, held you as your tears soaked through his shirt, held you as he restrained himself from shooting off to go find Azriel and kill him. 

“There is nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. Nothing,” Cassian growled. “Azriel is a fool for losing you. He’s the fuck-up. Not you.”

“He is my mate, Cass, my mate. And he–he did this to me. Why?”

“Because he’s a miserable bastard who doesn’t know how to love,” Cassian growled. 

You couldn’t even register his words over the pounding of your own wailing heart. “What did I do to deserve this?”

You felt so violated, so vulnerable, so completely and utterly shattered. The pain of your broken heart seemed to echo in the depths of your very soul. Why hadn’t you been enough for him?

Was Elain just that much better? Was she prettier, smarter, a better female? Could she give him something you couldn’t?

“You didn’t deserve this. You did nothing wrong,” Cassian murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “You are so much better than them, sweetheart.” 

“B-but then why wasn’t I enough?” Your cries met their crescendo, your hands shaking as you clung onto Cassian’s shirt with tight fists. “Why wasn’t I enough, Cass? Why?” 

Your voice was hoarse, your words cracking as you spoke. But there was nothing left to say. 

Nothing left to say at all. 

You weren’t good enough for Azriel, for your own mate. You weren’t good enough to keep his attention. Not good enough to keep his love. 

You were just simply not enough. 

Cassian held you there as you cried and cried, held you as the weight of everything you lost engulfed you. Held you through the raw grief that surged like a tempest within you. Held you until you had cried yourself into a fitful sleep, only then rising to carry you back to your room. 

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As soon as Mor had gotten word about what had happened, she immediately started her journey home from the continent. She had gone to you the minute she landed in Velaris, but Cassian had turned her away because he didn’t want to interrupt your sleep, something you hadn’t gotten much of since the attack.

But that was okay because she had a few things she needed to take care of. 

“Where is she!”

Mor’s shout rang through the entire house, the ground quaking underneath her as she stormed into the dining room where a very morose dinner seemed to be taking place with Rhys, Feyre, Elain and Amren at the table. Rhys shot up from his seat. “Y/n is at the House of Wind with—”

“Not her,” Mor snarled before pointing a finger at Elain, who stared at her wide-eyed. “You.” 

Before anyone could stop her, Mor launched herself forward, grabbing Elain by the hair on the back of her head and slamming her face down on the wooden table she was sitting at. Rhys cursed while Feyre jumped up from her seat, thanking the Gods that Nesta wasn’t here for this. 

Rhys grabbed Feyre by the arm, shaking his head at her. “Some things need to be fought the fae way. Let her learn.” 

Amren leaned back in her chair, not so much as flinching at the display. 

Mor kept her fist wrapped in Elain’s hair, pressing her face against the hardwood as the other girl cried out, blood dripping down her nose.

“That was for Y/n because she’s up there learning how to fucking walk again because of you,” Mor hissed before yanking Elain up by her hair until she was standing. 

Elain cried out for Feyre but her sister just pressed her lips into a thin line, Rhys’s hand still around her arm. Feyre was disappointed in her sister for what she had done but she still bristled as Rhys’s amusement at the scene traveled down their bond.

Mor decked Elain in the face, the sound audible, causing Feyre to flinch. Elain’s head whipped to the side as she dropped to the floor with a loud sob. “And that was for Cassian because he would never lay his hands on a weak, pathetic female but I will. Remember that.” 

Elain’s cries rung out in the room, blood dripping from her now broken nose and a bruise already forming on her cheek. Mor ignored her as she looked to Rhysand.

“Where is the other one?” Her voice was full of anger. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” 

“I don’t know,” Rhys sighed, finally letting go of Feyre. She rushed to Elain’s side, helping her off the floor and out of the room, giving Mor a remorseful look, feeling guilty over what her sister had caused. 

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“He disappeared once Y/n woke up and made it very clear she didn’t wish to see him. I have no idea where he went.”

“That fucking coward,” Mor grumbled. “Why is Elain still here? This is Y/n’s home, not hers. She shouldn’t have to be the one who leaves and you know she will if those two are still around. Cassian would leave with her too—I’m sure of it.”

“I know he would,” Rhys said, sitting back down and putting his head in his hands. “I don’t know what to do, Mor. If Elain wasn’t Feyre’s sister I would’ve had her banished in a second and Azriel…Gods, he’s my brother. I can’t believe he would do something like this. He loves Y/n. I don’t know why he would hurt her like this.” 

“Azriel has always been his worst enemy,” Mor sighed, sitting next to Rhys. “We’ve all tried to help him as much as we could but this just isn’t something we can help him with. Y/n is going to need our support. This could destroy her.” 

“It already has,” Rhys replied. “She might leave our court regardless of whether or not we send Azriel and Elain away. I wouldn’t blame her. I’ve already let her know that if she wants out, I’ll have everything set-up for her.” 

“What of the girl’s mate? The redhead,” Amren piped up, crossing her arms. “Does he know yet? You know how males are. He might call for a blood duel against Azriel.” 

“Lucien has already been informed about what happened,” Rhys spoke. “Cassian has been on a warpath and was all too eager to tell Lucien. I think part of him hoped he would duel Azriel. But Lucien wouldn’t.” 

“So what happens now?” Mor asked. 

Rhys looked at her and she took note of the heavy bags under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping. Neither had she. She was certain none of them had. Azriel had caused a giant rift in this family—one felt by them all. 

Rhys held back his tears, clearing his throat.

“I know what was to be done,” he breathed out. “But it’s going to be hard. He was…He was my brother for over five hundred years. Regardless of what he’s done, it’s going to be hard to say goodbye.” 

Mor rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know, Rhys. Nothing about this is going to be easy.”

“He cannot be trusted anymore,” Amren added. “Anyone who could cheat on their mate cannot be trusted. He might as well have spit on the Mother’s face for what he did.”

“I just want to know why. Why would he do this?” 

Mor let out a long breath. “I’m not sure you’ll ever get an answer. I think Azriel, himself, can’t even answer that question.” 

“I failed her, Mor. I knew how dangerous that mission was. I should’ve never given it to her,” the quiet cry shook Rhys’s body. 

“Azriel was supposed to be with her, Rhys,” Mor said. “It’s not your fault. He failed her. This was his doing.” 

But Rhys just shook his head, the tears finally slipping free from both of their eyes. 

“Get it out now, Mor, before you see her,” Rhys choked out. “It’s…hard to see her in the state she’s in. Prepare yourself. We have to be strong for her.” 

“I know,” Mor whispered, wiping at her tears. “I know.” 

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“Hey, kiddo,” Cassian’s voice pulled you from your sleep.

You blinked awake, groaning at the pounding in your head. It took you a second to realize you were in your room. Cassian must’ve carried you here after your breakdown yesterday. 

Cassian was sitting beside you, stroking your hair. “I brought you some breakfast and someone is here to see you.”

It was only then you noticed the other person sitting at the end of your bed. 

“Mor?” Your voice was hoarse, the word barely escaping. “You’re here?”

“I came back as soon as I heard,” Mor said, leaning forward to clutch your hand in hers. “How are you doing, babygirl?” 

Mor had always felt like an older sister to you. Her friendship with your brother had made the two of you close. 

“I’m…I’m not doing good,” you replied, honestly. “I can’t…I don’t know what to do, Mor. I don’t know how to move on from here. Part of me wishes I died in that alleyway. I wish I died the minute my wings were cut off.” 

“I know,” she said, sadly. “I wish I had an answer for you but I don’t. It’s going to be hard, but we’re going to be with you every step of the way.” 

“Come on, why don’t you sit up so you can eat,” Cassian murmured, putting a hand on your back to help you up. 

“I’m not hungry,” you protested.

“You have to eat something, sweetheart,” Cass said gently. “Madja’s orders.”

But you shook your head. You didn’t have an appetite. Everything still hurt so much. 

“Just give her a second, Cass,” Mor murmured. 

Cassian frowned but nodded. He brushed some of your hair away from your face again and the soothing motion started another round of tears. 

“Hey, hey,” Cassian whispered. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Cass! How will I ever be able to show my face again?” you cried. “I will be shamed, spit on, shunned because I lost my wings—because I couldn’t fight for them. I can never return to Illyria. I won’t be able to help train with the girls anymore.” 

“Emerie told me the girls are already awaiting your return. They miss you,” Mor reassured. “Who cares about what the stupid males are going to think? Most of those females have had their freedom of flight taken from them. They would never shun you for what happened.” 

Your eyes fell on the many bouquets of flowers and get well cards on your nightstand. Cassian had been bringing them to you. Your heart ached at the sight. 

“But I failed them, Mor,” you sobbed. “I failed them. I’m supposed to be strong. I’m supposed to be a warrior and all it took was one male to completely destroy me. I’m worthless to them now. How can I teach them to fight for themselves if I cannot even do that?” 

“You are not worthless,” Cassian said, sternly. “You are more of a fighter than half of those Illyrian males. You continue to fight each day knowing you have to live with the loss of your wings. Most of the males would’ve given up already, sweetheart. You are stronger than you think.” 

“I-I’m not. I’m weak and a failure,” you cried. “I couldn’t protect my wings. Couldn’t keep my mate’s love. Couldn’t…couldn’t–”

Your sobs overtook your words, your entire body shaking. 

“Listen to me, Y/n.” Mor demanded. “You are not weak. You are not a failure. You are a million times better than the two assholes who hurt you. You will survive this. You will survive him. I promise you, Y/n, I promise you.” 

She embraced you, holding you as you broke down into gut-wrenching sobs once again. 

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The air was tense to say the least. Rhys was standing behind his desk, palms pressed flat against the surface as he stared at the two people sitting in front of him. Feyre stood next to him as both a pillar of support and the High Lady. 

Azriel’s eyes were downcast. He hadn’t even looked at Elain since he had been dragged into this office by Mor—a new black eye and a bruised jaw decorating his face. Elain stared and stared at him, her eyes pleading with him to look at her but he ignored her presence. 

Azriel looked rough. He hadn’t shaved, his eyes were bloodshot, but the most surprising thing was his lack of shadows swarming him. 

“Where are you shadows?” Rhys asked. “I swear, Azriel, if you sent them after Y/n, I will bring Cassian down here to do with you as he pleases.” 

Azriel looked up, shaking his head. “They won’t sing to me anymore. Not since…Not since the accident.” 

It was true. His shadows had hissed at him, recoiled in his presence before they dissipated as if they too had felt his betrayal. They had wailed in agony at the loss of Y/n. They had always skittered away in Elain’s presence, probably the only reason they never yelled at him when he was with her…but it seems this time, they had left for good. 

Despite his curiosity, Rhys decided to drop the subject. This was not the time or place for that discussion. 

“Feyre and I have come to a decision about what must happen due to the results of your actions,” Rhys said, his voice full of authority and resignation. 

“What? But we’ve done nothing wrong!” Elain exclaimed. “I know we shouldn’t have gone behind Y/n’s back but we’re in love!”

“I don’t care,” Rhys snarled, baring his teeth. “I don’t care how much you two claim to be in love! Azriel has caused irreparable damage to his own mate—a member of my court, of my family. And you were complicit in that.” 

“Are we not your family too? Feyre is my sister!”

“And Y/n is mine,” Rhys retorted. “And Cassian’s.”

Elain crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “So we’re being punished for falling in love? It’s not our fault the Cauldron decided to make someone else our mates. It was never our choice.” 

“You’re not being punished for falling in love, if that’s even what we can call this,” Feyre spat out, staring at her sister with disappointment. “You’re being punished for how you handled a sensitive situation. You’re being punished for lying to our whole family and for causing it to be torn apart.”

“You’re not being punished at all,” Rhys snapped. “If you were, both of you would be in a cell in Hewn City and I’d let Cassian decide what your punishment would be considering Y/n would never have the heart to hurt either of you. This is simply the consequence of your own stupid actions.” 

Azriel’s head shot up at the mention of your name. “How is Y/n? Is she doing okay?” 

Feyre went to answer but Rhys shook his head at her. 

“You don’t get the privilege of knowing anything about her at this point, Azriel,” he huffed. 

Azriel stood from his chair in anger. “She is my mate, Rhys.”

“Sit down,” Rhys commanded, his voice rising for the first time since the meeting started. “Funny how now you acknowledge her as a mate but not when you had your tongue down Elain’s throat.” 

“Fuck you, Rhys,” Azriel growled, but sat, unable to fight the power of a High Lord’s order. 

“No fuck you, Azriel! I thought you were my brother! How could you do this to Y/n? To our family? Both of you should be ashamed. You are already getting off easy, don’t make me rethink my choice. Lucien has every right to storm in right now and demand a blood duel against you. And even though it’s not a practice in my court, I’d even let Y/n declare one against Elain.”

Elain’s face paled but Azriel only scoffed in indignation. “As if Feyre would ever let anyone kill one of her sisters.” 

Feyre stepped forward, glaring at the shadowsinger and Elain. “I’m done protecting her. Nesta is done protecting her. We have spent our whole lives taking care of her thinking she was just too soft for this world—too naive and innocent. But I think we’re finally seeing the real you, Elain. And it is time for you to face the consequences of your own actions, make your own way in life.” 

“So what are you going to do? Are you going to force me to live in the House of Wind like you did Nesta?”

“No,” Feyre said, stone faced before looking at Rhys. They had decided together how they would handle this situation.

“You are both hereby banished from the Night Court,” Rhys declared. “I will not tolerate Y/n having to lose her own home after she just lost her wings and we are going to do what's best for her. Lucien has made it clear that you both will not be welcomed in Day either and Helion is standing by his son’s decision. Beyond that, we cannot help you. You will pack your things and leave immediately. If you step one foot in this court after you leave, I will be notified and you will face worse repercussions.” 

“What?” Elain exclaimed. “Feyre, you can’t be serious! Look, I’ll move out of the Riverhouse. We can live in Azriel’s apartment and avoid Y/n.”

“That apartment belongs to Y/n too, you know,” Feyre snapped. “We have already made our decision. We will not be negotiating any terms.” 

“Rhys, come on,” Azriel said. “I will leave but you don’t need to banish Elain too. She did nothing wrong.”

“Elain knew you were a mated male, knew you were together with Y/n. While I agree that what you have done is worse, she still knew what she was doing wasn’t right.” 

“Where are we supposed to go?” Elain cried. “I don’t have any money. I don’t have anywhere to go, Feyre. You can’t just toss me out like this.” 

“Azriel has money,” Feyre shrugged. “I guess you’re his problem now.” 

“You know none of the other High Lord’s will want me in their courts, Rhys,” Azriel snarled. “Not after the things I’ve done for you.” 

“Should of thought of that before you betrayed our whole family.” 

“I hear the old Manor is still abandoned in the human lands,” Feyre remarked. “Since Vassa had reclaimed her territory with Jurian at her side and Lucien had moved to Day to be with his father.” 

“We can’t survive there,” Elain sobbed. “Humans hate faeries.” 

“Not my problem, Elain,” Feyre said. “You’re not my problem anymore.” 

“Azriel, do something!” Elain cried, looking at the shadowsinger. 

“What do you expect him to do?” Rhys laughed humorlessly. “He no longer has his title, his place in my court. He has no sway here. You both don’t. You will not change our minds.” 

“Nesta won’t allow this!”

“Nesta,” Feyre said, “is packing up your things as we speak.” 

Elain fell back in her chair, crying. 

“I’d say I wish you two the best, but I don’t,” Rhys said. “You have two hours to sort out whatever you have to before I expect you both to be out of my court. Two hours. Do you understand?” 

“Please,” Elain begged. “Please don’t do this, Feyre.”

But Feyre only shook her head at her sister. “There’s no going back for either of you. Say your goodbyes, sort out your affairs, but you will leave in two hours.” 

Rhys took his leave after that, giving Azriel one last look that was full of disgust, guilt, regret, sadness. One last look at his brother before striding out of that room, never to see or speak to him again. 

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Mor had just left when you heard the flapping of wings approaching your balcony. Thinking it was your brother, you pushed yourself to stand and hobbled over to the balcony doors using the walls of your room for support. You opened the door, expecting to see your brother, but your heart stopped when you came face to face with Azriel. 

Your eyes narrowed and you went to slam the door, but he grabbed it before you could. 

“Please, please just hear me out,” he pleaded. “I will leave, I promise, I just…I just—please.” 

“There is nothing you can say that will make me forgive you, Azriel.”

“I know, baby–”

“Don’t you dare call me that!”

Azriel looked down at his feet. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m not here to try to earn your forgiveness, Y/n. I know I fucked up beyond repair. I know I failed you, failed us. Words will never be able to convey how much I regret everything.” 

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe as your legs threatened to give out. You were debating screaming out for Cassian. 

Azriel reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stone that looked to be enchanted. He held it out towards you. 

“I can’t…I can’t hear the shadows anymore,” he murmured. “But I can’t just leave you without some way to contact me. In case you ever change your mind, in case there is ever a chance that we can be together again. You’ll be able to call for me with this.”

“That is never going to happen.”

“Please, just take it,” Azriel begged. “Even if you don’t want me, please. If you’re ever in danger again and need help, you can use it for that too. Just please, take it.” 

When you said nothing, didn’t so much as open your palm so he could place the stone in it, he knelt down and placed it at your feet instead. You stared at him, emotionless. You didn’t want to give him anything. He didn’t deserve your tears or your sadness. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m so sorry for the way things ended,” Azriel said. “You deserve a better mate than me. If I never…If I never get to see you again after this, I promise I will find you in the next life and the one after that. I will do right by you. I will give us another chance.”

He stared at you, pleading with you to say anything. Anything. Even if you screamed at him, beat him, cried—anything was better than this utter silence. But you didn’t. You merely looked at him like he was nothing to you. Like he was a stranger. 

“Goodbye, Azriel,” you said. “I hope you find happiness in your life. Truly.”

And then you slammed the door shut and walked away. 

And he knew then that your words would haunt him for the rest of his life because he knew he had lost the one real thing that had brought him true happiness forever.

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One Year Later ~ Winter Solstice 

“Get up, you lazy cow!”

The sheets were yanked off your sleeping body, exposing you to the cold morning air. You let out a shriek, cursing at your brother and trying to grab the sheets back.

“What the hell, Cassian!”

“It’s Winter Solstice!”

“It’s also six in the morning,” you retorted, falling back down on your bed. 

“Nope, you’re not going back to sleep,” Cassian said. “It’s time to get up!” 

Before you could even respond, Cassian grabbed you by the ankle and yanked you to the end of the bed. You squealed as he tossed you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, pounding on his back as he raced out of the room.

“Cassian! Let me down, you big brute!” 

But he only laughed at you, carrying you all the way to the kitchen where Nesta was sitting at the counter with a steaming cup of tea. She didn’t so much as blink as he dropped you into the chair next to her, already used to her mate’s antics. 

“Goodmorning, Y/n,” Nesta said, pushing an already prepared cup of tea your way.

“Oh, you are an absolute goddess,” you groaned, greedily accepting the mug. You curled your ice cold fingers around it, relishing in the warmth. 

“Hey! What about me?” Cassian yelled, swinging a wash cloth over his shoulder as he started to make breakfast for the two of you. “I’m the one making you guys food!”

“You’re also the one who woke us up, dingbat,” you scoffed, causing Nesta to snort.

It wasn’t long before Cassian was sliding a plate of pancakes your way. “Eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him but accepted the food, scarfing it down. It was almost hilarious how out of the three of you it was Cassian who cooked the best. 

After breakfast, you retired to your room to get ready to go down to the River House for the real celebrations. Cassian had cryptically told you to wear pants, so you did. You had no idea why until hours later, when you were all lounging in the sitting room after lunch. 

A knock on the front door had you jumping up from your seat. “I’ll get it!” 

No one batted an eye as you raced for the door, pulling it open to see Lucien standing on the doorstep. You let out a noise of excitement, grabbing him in a hug.

“Lucien!” you exclaimed. “You’re here early!” 

A few weeks after the incident, Lucien had sent you a letter asking how you were faring and offering you support. He became a lifeline while you had dealt with the aftermath of saying goodbye to your mate and healing. You both leaned on each other during that time because you were simply the only two who understood the pain of having a mate who fell in love with another. 

“Happy Winter Solstice,” he said as you pulled away and opened the door wider so he could enter. “I’m actually here to retrieve you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Is everything ready?” 

Your brother’s voice came from behind you and you whipped your head around to stare at him. He was wearing his flying leathers now only confusing you further. 

“Yes,” Lucien nodded. 

“What’s going on?” you asked, suspiciously. 

No one else followed Cassian out. Not even Nesta. You frowned as he shook Lucien’s hand, giving him a friendly whack on the back. 

“You’ll see,” your brother said with a grin. “Lucien is going to winnow us somewhere, kiddo, to your solstice gift.”

You looked between them with narrowed eyes but accepted Lucien’s outstretched hand. His grin was the last thing you saw before you were pulled away in a flurry of wind. A second later, you appeared in the middle of a clearing. 

The tall green grass, the slightly warm breeze, the lack of snow, told you that you were in the Spring Court. You whirled to face your brother who let out a sneeze as soon as he got his bearings. 

“What are we doing here?” 

“So, you know how when Feyre was brought back she was given a drop of power from every High Lord?” Cassian asked. 

You nodded, not understanding where this was going. Your hand slipped into your pocket, around a stone that was always kept there. The one Azriel had left you. You had never used it but for some reason, had never parted with it either. At some point, you had started holding it whenever you felt nervous or fell back into the heartache you had experienced last year. 

“Well, of course she inherited part of Tamlin’s shapeshifting powers. And we thought maybe she could shapeshift others the way he does, but after numerous tries, unfortunately it seems as though the sliver of power she received only allows her to transform herself.” 

“It was not fun being the guinea pig for those test runs,” Lucien laughed. “When Feyre was unable to do it, we had to turn to someone else.” 

“Okay, but what does that have to do with me? Or my solstice gift?” 

Before either of them could respond, a noise came from the shrubbery in the distance. Tamlin’s beast form pounced out from it, striding towards you. You gasped and backed away, right into your brother’s chest. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “He’s here as a favor to Lucien.”

“And Feyre and Rhys approved this?” you whispered up to him. 

He nodded his assurance.

You let out another gasp as Tamlin shifted back into his fae form. He looked well, better than the last time you had seen him at least. He seemed to have regained some weight and gotten a haircut. You knew he was still in the process of recovering his court. You wondered what sort of strings Lucien had to pull to get him to willingly let you and Cassian come here considering his history with your rulers.

He gave you and Cassian a polite, but bland, greeting which you reciprocated.

“Are any of you going to tell me what’s going on?” 

“Tam is going to help you shapeshift,” Lucien explained. “If you will allow him.”

“Shapeshift? But why would I–”

It clicked in your head, what they were implying, why they had brought you to this large clearing. You whipped around to look up at your brother who seemed to be holding back tears. He gave you a nod, already knowing what you were asking.

“W-wings,” you choked out. “He can give me wings.” 

“It won’t last forever,” Lucien said. “But yes, he can give you wings.”

Tears started slipping down your cheeks and you lurched towards Lucien, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. You…you were going to have wings. You were going to be able to fly!

You didn’t care that it wouldn’t last forever. Just the chance to fly once more was a gift in itself.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his ear. “Thank you.” 

Lucien laughed, hugging you back before you slowly pulled away from him. You looked over your shoulder at your brother. “This was your idea?”

Cassian shook his head. “As much as I wish I could claim this, it was actually Lucien who thought of this first. I’m just here to supervise–and to offer you a flying partner if you’ll have me.” 

You smiled up at Lucien, unbelievably touched at the thoughtfulness. Lucien wiped your tears from your face, gently, before placing his hands on your shoulders. “Are you ready?”

You nodded with enthusiasm.

Lucien gestured at Tamlin to come closer.

“Thank you for doing this,” you said to him with a small bow of the head. 

“I once watched a faerie die after losing his wings,” Tamlin murmured. “Its…Its a horrific crime. One my family has a history with. I’d like this to be my first step towards making amends for their mistakes.” 

You weren’t sure what to say, so you just gave him a grateful nod of the head. He focused intently on you and you felt his magic surround you. It felt nice, like a crisp Spring breeze. And then you felt a familiar weight on your back. You stumbled for a second, readjusting to how it used to feel having wings. But it surprisingly came back to you quite easily.  

You looked at them over your shoulder, stretching them out and flapping them a few times. They looked just like your brother’s and you realized Tamlin must’ve used him as a guide. You grinned, facing Cassian. 

“Race you towards the end of the clearing,” you shouted before taking off into the sky. 

Your brother’s laughter followed after you as he too launched into the sky. 

+++

Hours after night had fallen, you found yourself behind the River House, leaning on the railing to watch the slow moving river. Your wings had since dissipated, but you hadn’t felt this light in a long time. Being able to fly today had healed you in some way.

You had spent a lot of time thinking while you flew amongst the clouds. Thinking of who you used to be. Sometimes you missed that girl, sometimes you wished more than anything to be her again. 

But you hadn’t felt that today…

Today, you had felt like a new person. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. And perhaps in a way, you were. 

Life had never been predictable. Your whole life had been filled with tragedy and sorrow, challenges and hard work, happiness and joy, regret and insecurities. You had gone through so much, so much, but somehow, you were always able to come out on the other side.

It wasn’t easy. It involved many days of despair, awful thoughts, and soulless recovery. You had to fight to get up sometimes, had to fight just to feel something. Sometimes it seemed like you’d conquer one mountain only to be faced with another. 

If it wasn’t for your brother, you were certain you would’ve fallen back a dozen times. But he had been your pillar of strength, your rock to rest against when things got too hard. And Mor and Rhys had been there to help lift you back up. 

You had gained new friends, found a new life for yourself. Metamorphosed into a new person. 

That girl from a year ago? 

Well, you were finally going to let her die. 

You reached into your pocket and pulled out the stone Azriel had left you. You ran your thumb over its smooth surface. It didn’t hurt as much to look at it now, not like it had before. Before it had represented so many things.

The loss of love, the grief of losing your wings, the reminder that he had betrayed you. 

But now…now it just looked like a rock. 

You gripped it in your fist and tossed it into the Sidra, watching as it hit the water’s surface with a small thud before sinking down into the black water. Down and down, until it would find its way to the bottom. Perhaps then it would drift out into the sea. 

You heard the backdoor to the house open.

“Hey, Y/n, come on!” Mor shouted out to you. “We’re going to Ritas!” 

You took one last look at where the rock had disappeared in the water, letting out a long breath. 

“Goodbye,” you whispered into the cold air. “I’ll see you in our next lifetime. Maybe then you’ll deserve me.” 

With a new weight lifted off your shoulders, you turned and marched back to your new beginning. 

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Favors in exchange for kisses

warnings: kisses, English its not my first language, small mention of blood. f!reader

You don't know exactly how you got into this situation with Jason. But you're not complaining.

It started months ago, when your long-time friend Dick Grayson heard you complaining about not having a place to live and mentioned that he knew someone you could trust to share an apartment with, with his brother, Jason Todd.

You were hesitant to accept, after all, you didn't know Jason Todd, but this was Gotham, and finding someone you could trust to share an apartment with was almost impossible. And it would only be for a while.So you went to live with Dick Grayson's brother.

Jason was kind of quiet, mysterious, and his blue eyes left you a little confused and breathless. It took you a while to be able to have meaningful conversations with him, it was hard to learn more about him, but little by little you won a small space in his life.You discovered his favorite books, learned his schedule, understood how sometimes he didn't want to talk, other times he was more open, and you learned to appreciate those moments when you both talked, laughed and smiled softly.

Then came the biggest problem.

Jason was too helpful.

You simply didn't know how to deal with someone who did so many acts of service. When he found out that banana pancakes were your favorite, he woke up early and cooked them. When you complained about that wood that was making noise in the living room, he fixed it immediately. Even when carrying your bag down the street, he would magically appear and hold it. Your coffee was always with those three drops of milk, just the way you liked it.

And when you tried to reciprocate, he seemed almost offended. Like the time you made a big meal, he was offended, you seemed tired from the effort and he didn't like that. Even when you cleaned his things he seemed irritated, you weren't supposed to do things for him.

After months of looking for ways to thank him for his helpfulness, you discovered it in an unusual way. Your room wasn't fully furnished, even months after moving in you were still buying furniture and needing to assemble it. Jason dismissed all the delivery people from the store and said he would assemble it himself, using the excuse that he didn't like strangers in his space.

"You spoil me," you joked with him, sitting on the floor as you watched Jason working on your new vanity. It wasn't a bad sight, Jason's large hands proving skillful and efficient, his t-shirt revealing his biceps that made you a little dizzy.

"I find doing manual labor relaxing." He replied, glancing at you and smiling slightly. You hummed in response, resting your chin on your knees and admiring Jason. You wanted so badly to find something to thank him for, something to show him that you were grateful for him.

When he finally finished the job, he stood up and held out his hand to help you. After gaining momentum, your hands instinctively went to his arm and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you so much, Jay."

He was silent, you were silent. It seemed too intimate a touch, you were nervous, afraid he wouldn't like it, that he would ask you to never touch him again, which would be a shame because your hands could feel the heat of his skin. Then he smiled. He smiled, a dimple in his cheek.

"Nothing, princess."

After that, the touches became more frequent. Every time he did something adorable, you would touch his arms or his hand. Like the time he carried all your college books for meters and you held his hand in thanks (you stayed like that for longer than usual).

Another big step was when you arrived tired, from a horrible day, and you found Jason smiling shyly at you, the apartment smelling of your favorite food. As you washed dishes side by side, your hips touching, you lifted your feet and kissed his cheek, whispering a thank you. His reaction was adorable, his neck slightly red, his eyes blinking at you in a silly way that made you smile back.

So you continued, becoming a little bolder every time he did something to please you. It seemed impossible now to go back to the time when you didn't touch him, and you could swear he liked it. There were times when you could almost feel him sigh when your kiss on his cheek went all the way to his jaw.

When he came back from patrol, bruised and bleeding, he wouldn't let you help him. He would never dirty your soft hands with his blood. But he enjoyed it when you sat next to him, stroking his hair and talking to him in that calm tone, trying to make him relax with more pleasant conversations. A routine was established.

Jason was a little quiet sometimes. At first you thought he was grumpy and moody, but you soon discovered that he was just someone with poor social skills, and you managed to establish a way to show that you cared about each other.

"Hum, I stopped by the pharmacy, but your order had already been picked up." You jumped, startled by Jason's sudden arrival. For such a big guy, he had an impressive ability to be silent. Damn Batman training.

"Jay, hi." You greeted, as you leaned on the kitchen counter, casually scrolling through your phone. "Dick got it for me, he was just passing by."

He fell silent, making you look up from your phone to look at him. Jason's eyebrows were furrowed, his lips forming a frown.

"Why?" You blinked slowly.

"Why what?"

"Why Dick got it for you. I was going to get it for you." He looked almost... annoyed, frustrated that he hadn't gotten the product for you.

You blinked slowly again, tilting your head.

"He...was closer. I didn't mean to bother you."

He let out a huff, looking annoyed, like when a dog sees his owner reading a newspaper another dog brought.

"Jay?" You called out to him, almost shivering when his blue orbs stared at you.

"I'm the one who does your things. Why is that idiot Dick getting involved?"

"I don't want you to feel like you're my employee, that's all."

He huffed again, looking indignant. Another problem with Jason Todd: he didn't say what he was feeling, it was like trying to win the lottery with blurry numbers. Then he approached you, his posture looking like he was preparing to interrogate a criminal, his hands resting on the counter.

"Did you kiss him?"It certainly wasn't what you expected to hear. Your mouth fell open, your eyes wide.

"What?"

It was the only intelligent thing your lips formed.Jason still had that indignant look on his face, his blue eyes half-closed. He was too close and you felt a little cornered, the kitchen seemed small, the air harder to breathe. You stared back at him.

"Why do you think I kissed Dick?" You repeated, still that confused expression. You would be offended if your brain was working perfectly.

"You kiss me when I do favors for you!" He murmurs.

Oh. That was it.

You let out a breath, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"Jason. Do you think I kiss the mailman every time he brings letters?"

"God, I hope not."

You both stay silent, your hands going to the hem of his shirt, unable to control yourself, squeezing it between your fingers, the weight of the unspoken words.

"Jay. You know...you don't have to do me favors to receive my affection, right?" You whispered, your eyes roaming all over his face, his beautiful features, his slightly crooked nose, his lips that looked so kissable.

"But I like it. I like taking care of you. Fuck, I want to take care of you always."

He himself seemed shocked by the intensity of the words, his eyes widening, his heart beating out of control, just like yours.

"Jay." You let out a breath, your hands rising to his face, caressing his cheekbones. You shivered when his hands held your hips, keeping you firmly against the counter. You didn't know what it would be like to kiss Jason, of course, you had already thought about it a lot, more than was healthy.

And when you finally pulled his face to you, pressing your lips, slightly chapped but still soft, against his. You dominated the kiss for a few seconds, being gentle as you held his face, but then something seemed to snap in Jason, he held you with impressive ease, pressing your hips against the counter and thrusting his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your soft moan. His hands were all over your body, hungry, as if he couldn't lose you.

"Only I can take care of you," he growled against your lips, his breathing heavy.

"Yes. yes," you said, caught in the haze of Jason's kisses, your eyes almost closing again.

"Good," he whispered, before kissing you again, fiercely, his hands gripping the back of your neck.

You were fine with this deal of favors in exchange for kisses.

Inspired by a post I saw about Jason's love languages headcanon. Jaybean is just a guy who doesn't know how to show love in a normal way!!! But we love him anyway. I hope you liked it! I'm very happy to start posting things here, slowly gaining courage.

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Pomegranates (Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader x Sukuna)

Words: 15.7k // mdni 18+

Tw: porn with plot, Yakuza au, Daddy kink, dom/sub, corruption kink, purity obsession, virgin reader, age gap, rough stuff, oral (both), choking (with a belt), oral fixation, spit, soft!toji, soft!sukuna, public sex (there is a brief scene in a cafe), poly relationship, reader is seen as an asset by family, weed consumption, toys, punishment, squirting, reader gets into a car crash, gojo is a real psycho, violence. The ending is rushed but it needed to end. Good for her. This is so long if I forgot anything lmk. Unedited mostly.

Teaser: “In this business… When someone cares about another as much as I do about you– it never ends well.” Sukuna sighs deeply. “I should kill you… you are a weakness. It was never meant to be like this."

Note: holy shit

You hate your family.

You hate that you are candy for the eye to soothe the tension. It's revolting. It's hypocrisy because when you even as much as smile at a guy they blow a fuse. You can't be both. Pure and innocent and this desirable distraction to disgusting middle aged men with blood stained hands.

You hate feeling like this, all dolled up, an asset.

These men are sleazy. Think they can have anything. Have you.

You sigh with annoyance. But you can't escape this.

You tap the pink gloss on your lips, checking yourself over in the mirror. There's not a hair out of place. You look cute, sexy – nice.

You hear your father's voice and make it downstairs just in time for the convoy of black SUVs to pull into the drive-by. You notice how all the bodyguards are armed and how Nanami stands extra close, this is serious stuff today. You will function. You have to.

You are just an asset. A pretty one. You know it… this will be over quickly.

Just smile.

You hear Nanami's familiar tone, lacking all and every emotion. He pats the visitors down, explains the house rules. Then he steps aside and the guests step in.

Your father greets a pink haired man with exuberant grandeur. He must be 2 metres tall, maybe even 2 metres broad. He has to be the boss… there is no way he isn't. He has tattoos all across his skin, face too, shapes that make no sense to you and look like some satanic markings. One side of his face is torn up in deep scars and one eye is hidden by an eye patch. It makes him look like a monster, almost. He is mesmerising.

Your father then moves on and your eyebrows nearly fall out of place. Beside the pink haired man a black haired guy stands. He is not as tall but just as packed up, a scar traces across his lips. His eyes are a serpentine green and the grin on his face is all levels of dangerous but you can't deny he's hot. The air around him is all cool and calculated, the way he holds himself is just so unbothered. Pink haired guy must be the brains and black haired guy is the muscles. That's the vibe you are getting.

Your father introduces you to them and Sukuna must see your confusion as your father tells you his name.

"Just Sukuna, doll," he smiles.

You nod and bow. "Nice to meet you, Sukuna-sama." You turn to the black haired guy. Toji. "Nice to meet you too, Fushiguro-sama."

He grins from the corner of his lip but doesn't say anything. Maybe he is the boss? They both must be right? At least this is interesting.

They brought their entourage of course so soon the conference room is packed. You and the maids start to serve drinks and snacks. Just like you always do. Smiling and being polite like a pup. Almost always. There was of course the Zenin incident.

You put the glass with some fancy whiskey down by Sukuna's side.

"Thank you, dear."

You smile. You move on to Fushiguro and when you lean over to put the glass down his hand comes in contact with the back of your thigh, dangerously close to your ass. There's a little squeeze, a brush of his thumb. Your eyes snap to him. He isn't even looking at you, engaged in the conversation, paying no mind to you, and it makes you feel… fuzzy. A spark flies through your body and that is a first for sure. Middle aged, sleazy… disgusting men… but this time… hot and interesting too.

The evening moves along. You have learned to not listen to the actual talk, the less details that stick with you the better. You don't care.

You find a quiet moment to slip outside, avoiding Nanami's eagle eyes for the split second he is preoccupied.

You light yourself the pre rolled joint you packed. You need to sedate yourself because when business is done the mingling is so much worse. Everyone wants a piece of pretty meat… it's so vile. This isn't your first or last rodeo.

You sigh deeply, tapping your thumb against your forehead as you hold the smoke in and close your eyes. Your moment of peace doesn't even last 2 minutes as fingers brush against yours taking the joint from you.

Your eyes tear open.

"Are we so insufferable?" Sukuna asked.

Fushiguro takes a drag. "Can only stand us high, dollface?"

"No. No! I sincerely apologize–”

“Relax,” Sukuna's warm voice rumbles. “We are not gonna hurt ya.”

“Or snitch to your daddy,” Toji says.

You believe them. “Not you–," you say curtly. "Are the problem." They caught you like this so what was the point in trying to lie. They seem… chill?

"Ah… and here I thought you're daddy's perfect little girl," Fushiguro says, taking another drag. He is looking at you through lidded eyes, still grinning in a way that makes you jumpy. He blows the smoke into your face.

You understand, you're not stupid. "Depends on who you ask," you smile, giving him his energy right back.

Fushiguro and Sukuna chuckle. "I told you," Toji says and Sukuna taps his head acknowledging whatever Toji was correct about.

"Come here," Fushiguro tilts his head and like under a spell you step closer. His free hand slides from your hip to your ass as he shotguns the smoke into your mouth. You keep his eye contact, counting layers upon layers to the green shades in them.

Toji holds the joint to your lips and you take a drag then he nods toward Sukuna. You understand. You turn, Toji's hand slides across your ass unwilling to let go just yet.

Sukuna grins, pleased by all this, especially your willingness to follow orders. He leans down to make it easier for you. You steady yourself, putting your hands on his chest. You blow the smoke into his mouth, keeping your eyes on him too. Sukuna's hand comes up and two fingers cup your chin. Even just his digits are so much larger. He drags his thumb over your faded lip gloss, pushing your bottom lip from one side to the other before slipping his thumb into your mouth and pressing against your tongue. Fushiguro's hands find you again and you jump at the sudden contact. He roams up the sides of your body, cupping your tits and taking in your scent. You are terrified he hears– feels how heavy your heart is beating.

What is happening? You hate when– we'll usually--but–

"Aren't ya something," Fushiguro rasps into your shoulder.

Sukuna pulls his thumb from your mouth, pressing it flat against your lips and you run the tip of your tongue down on it.

"Ha," he grins, so amused. His eye is scary, so feral and fixed on you.

You kinda like being their prey.

And then they go back inside and this is just a thing that happened. You feel cold and you are shaking. But… You feel accelerated too. Maybe because they are actually hot. Or maybe because they actually got to you. Usually Nanami is right there to protect you. Just looking, no touching. Probably the latter. Forbidden things are always full of thrill, right?

You go back inside too and sit in the room. The mood is much lighter now, the tension that could kill if snapped, gone. Their business agreement is arranged.

"(Y/N)," your father calls and you make your way over to the smaller table where he is sitting with Sukuna and Toji.

"Yes," you stand next to him but Sukuna pulls out the chair beside him for you and you can't really decline so you sit.

"Can you tell me anything about this, sweetcheeks?" Toji pushes over a tablet with pictures.

You keep his eyelevel for a moment then see what requires your expertise of all people. But you know immediately.

"Wow," you slip up, tugging your hair away and picking up the tablet to zoom in. "Oh– wow. That's experimental. They used military grade stuff– but their wiring looks sloppy even just from the picture. Where is this?"

"Doesn't matter," Sukuna says. "Can you–" he is looking for a word.

"Yeah," you shrug, nonchalantly and the three men look at you bewildered. "I-I– I can prepare a code that injects through this port and disables the whole thing, Sukuna-sama. I will need some time to write and troubleshoot it…. Some more information would be good too, if that is not too much trouble."

"Whatever you need," Sukuna nods. "Get it done by next week."

You try hard to not grimace. It's a tight schedule. "I'll do my best, sir."

He crooks his eyebrow, eyes shifting menacingly. It sends shivers across your body. He didn't ask… it was an order.

"It's done by next week," you nod, saying it quieter. Your heart thumps hard.

》》》》

Your digits are flying across the keyboard. The satisfying clicking bounces off the walls. You've been working all night, losing yourself in the task at hand and not realizing that it's morning already. Nanami brought you breakfast at some point, reminding you to take breaks too but it falls on deaf ears. You remember Sukuna's eye. You have to get it done. And it has to work.

You sigh and tie your hair up again, sipping on your drink and losing yourself right back to work until you are shocked out of it.

"Hhhhh!" You spin in your chair to face whoever just help an ice cold can to the back of your neck.

"Hi, dollface."

You have to blink to make sure you're not hallucinating. "Fushiguro."

Toji puts the can down and turns to Nanami who is standing in the room, obviously tense. "You can go."

Nanami looks at you. "It's okay," you nod. And you can see the hesitation in his step but he leaves.

"I expected something else," Toji laughs. The chair you sit in is pink, the keyboard is pink, cutesy decor all around you. "Hardly believable you sent the whole Zenin clan into a frenzy from here." He chuckles.

"You don't like pink?" You smile. "What brings you here?"

"Sukuna wanted me to give this to you and check if you're on schedule."

You frown at the envelope he hands you. "I?" You open it and recognize the intel. "He could have uploaded the file to the link I emailed? I didn't need it printed."

"We are old, honey. We don't know shit about that."

"Right," you turn back to the screen.

"So what can ya do with that?" He leans closer.

"Not much I can't do."

"Saw that. Was pretty dumb tho. How much did daddy have to pay to lift the bounty? No one fucks with the Zenins."

"Pff," you tap on your keyboard and your screen flips to another page. He recognizes himself, old pictures, mugshots, sensitive information. "So progressive of you to take your wife's name, Fushiguro-sama."

He laughs, that sly grin hanging off his lips. "Ex wife. Found anything interesting?"

You pull up a picture of a security camera. Toji remembers the day even though it's quite in the past. The wild old days before him and Sukuna took over the gang. He is covered in blood from multiple wounds on his face and chest. "Yeah."

He laughs.

"Everyone leaves traces behind… but I can't find anything on Sukuna-sama," you say. "It's eerie. You on the other hand…”

He doesn't say anything. Sukuna is… well… Sukuna.

"Anyway, I went ahead and erased some traces you left online that could potentially give you up if authorities really dug in. Now that you're allies with my father…"

He gets up. One hand reaches for the rest of the chair next to your head as he leans closer. "Are we not allies? You and I?"

"I– uh– no- I mean, yes," you can feel your face heat up. "I– I apologize, Fushiguro-sama."

"Hm," he licks his lips. "I'd hoped we could be… something else. Maybe friends even."

The true nature of his unnecessary visit suddenly becomes clear to you and your throat tightens. You don't know what to say, do. Your eyes flicker to the door. It is closed. You'd never be allowed with a boy alone in your room, but Fushiguro isn't on the radar. He's not a boy. Not someone who you'd ever allow to soil you. He wouldn't dare. You feel a spark swirl in your stomach.

Toji retreats and you kinda miss his aura washing you down, holding you hostage without even trying. He moves to the door and silently clicks the lock in place. You hold your breath.

"You're working so hard, baby doll," he coos. "It's time for a relaxing break. What do ya say?" He gets on his knees in front of you and when his lips touch your bare thigh, you shiver all over. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whisper, stiff. You keep looking at him but your vision gets more and more hazy.

He hooks his fingers in your shorts and pulls them down your legs. One of your fuzzy socks slips off your heel but Toji puts it back on. "These look so damn adorable they stay on." He kisses your calves, then spreads your legs. You allow him, watching him. "Put them over the arm rests, doll." You do, legs dangling off the side of your gaming chair. "Good. Look at you."

You look away. Your core is completely exposed to him now. You are sprawled out for him and it leaves you feeling embarrassed until his breath hits your slick folds.

He chuckles. "So wet for me already? You spoil me."

Your hands grip your shirt, eyes moving to the ceiling before they roll back when he presses his tongue flat to your entrance and licks up to your clit. You huff.

"I knew you'd taste so sweet," his voice is low and raspy. He grips your thighs tighter and suckles on the sensitive nub. Your eyes spring open as you mouth gapes. The breath gets stuck, coming out like a whine. His tongue zigzags across your folds, lapping at your entrance. Your back arches slightly and you're about to reach for his head but stop yourself. You feel him smile.

"S'okay," he humms, kissing your swelling clit.

You can't hold back this moan, fingers brushing between his dark roots and tugging. Your head lolls back, brows tugged together.

"Look at me," he says. "Yeah, look at me with those pretty eyes. You gotta keep quiet, yeah?”

Your hands fall from his head as he pulls back. He brings his hand to your core and his middle finger rubs pressured circles on your clit that make your toes curl and your breath hitches. Your eyes roll back.

"Nah uh."

You look at him again, lidded eyes, spilling with a feeling you don't know. Not induced by another person.

"No one ever took proper care of you, hmm?" He husks and his fingers starts to invade you.

Your body twists and you whimper. "Fushiguro-sama– I… I never–."

It is insane how much a single word can change the man's demeanor. He gribs your thigh tighter. "Oh," he laughs huskily– hungry, entirely feral. His finger inserts and he curls it. You gasp, gripping the side of the chair with the foreign feeling overtaking you entirely.

"Oh, baby. You allow me to break you? Little old me? Allow me to corrupt and soil you, sweetheart? Fuck. Really?"

You nod, "y-yes." You feel your eyes tingle with tears. “Please.”

"How lucky I am," he kisses the inside of your thigh.

"I am scared– oh!" He pushes another finger in and moves them in and out, rubbing them against your hidden spots. "Hfffmm," your legs snap shut for a moment before you open them again without him needing to tell you.

He grins. "Atta girl. I'll be so gentle with you. I promise. Nothing to be scared about." Your hips buck against his touch, desperate. "What do you want?"

You look at him so innocently and cute. His cock is already making his briefs taunt. "What is it?"

"Please," you swallow, your cheeks fill with bright red embarrassment. "T-touch me there again," your fingers ghost over your own clit.

"There?" He grins like a menace. Your body jolts. You nod.

But instead of giving you what you asked so nicely for he pulls back. "Get up."

You do and somehow along the way your shirt gets torn off. His rough hands roam your body again. "I had to have you," he says against your neck, leaving soft and mean kisses there in incoherent patterns. "Never thought I'd be this lucky to be your first."

"Fushiguro–"

"Say Toji."

"Toji," you moan softly.

"So damn pretty," he sweeps you up and carries you to your bed. "So damn perfect."

He lays you down and plops down beside you. "Don't be shy now, sweetheart," he whispers against your lips before finally kissing you.

Your hands are sly and shaky, roaming his toned body timidly but with growing desperation. You tug on his shirt and it comes off. You hate that his lips had to separate from yours for that. Your fingertips feel every dip and curve of his muscles, his skin is hot and littered with scars, rough and worn. You open your mouth wider, inviting his tongue in and he doesn't pass it up.

Toji takes your hand and guides it toward his boner. You're so shy but understand the assignment anyway, coyly massaging against his cock.

The rest of his clothes get taken off too and you try so hard to not stare at him. "Can I… Can I touch it?" You chew on your lip, avoiding to meet his gaze like the plague.

He nods, watching you with so much amusement. Your fingertips ghost down his shaft, back up and over his leaky tip, testing the feel of his precum. You wrap one hand around the base and apply pressure, the other moves softly up, circling on his tip.

Toji bites his lip and lets his head fall back. Then looks down at you and nearly busts his nut right then. You look up at him with so many questions and hunger for reassurance, all innocent, all fresh and plump.

"Keep going," he nods. "Done your research, huh?" Oh, you have. And while yes you are so shy and timid and scared too, you are eager and maybe even desperate to try… to please. He loves it.

Toji groans. He can't possibly get harder. Fucking the gang leader's virgin daughter in his own house, probably her damn childhood room. And she's such a damn doll? What could beat that?

"Lay down," he says through teeth.

You do, compliant like a puppy, and melt into him when he lays on top of you, kissing you again and every inch of skin he can reach.

"Won't lie to you, sweetheart. It will hurt," he kneels between your legs. "But you're so wet… for me…fuck–" his thought trails off when his hot cockhead comes in contact with your vulva, sliding up and down in your arousal.

You reach for his hand, it's resting on your thigh and lace your fingers with it. Your other hand is at your face as you nervously chew on your finger.

"You gotta be quiet for me, can you do that?"

You nod. "Please." You feel this unbearable longing in the pit of your stomach. "Please, Toji."

He chuckles. It takes every ounce of self control to not just plunge into you, rip your cherry and see you cry about it until you can't handle the pleasure. But of course he promised to be nice. He's not evil.

He watches with so much intensity, eyes flickering from your virgin cunt to your pretty face. His tip forces into your sweet, untouched hole and he can feel you hold your breath. Your eyes are big and your mouth hangs open. He pushes further and your fingers clutch his tighter.

"Doing so well, sweetheart," he hisses. You suck in a shaky breath when he pushes further, you are clenching.

"F-fuck," Toji shudders. "Relax. Fucking relax. You have no idea how hard I am trying to not just slam into you. Don't make it harder." He leans down to kiss your cheek. "You're doing so well."

You whimper, keeping your eyes glued to him. Toji enjoys every second of the eye contact. The absolute shock in your sweet eyes paired with the underlying lust, he can't get enough.

He thrusts forward, bottoming out. Your face grimaces and for a second he thinks you will scream but you stay silent. Nothing but heaving breaths making it past your lips. Your back is arched slightly and he gropes at your tits.

"Atta girl. How does it feel?"

"S-so f-full," you look at him again, breathing quicker. You push your hair back. "S-so… d-deep," your brows tug together. "Feel you so deep. So close," you fall back onto the mattress, heaving, hands tangled in your own hair. "H-hurts… it hurts."

Toji grunts. He gets his phone. Sukuna won't fucking believe him. He takes a video of your perfect body, how he pulls back, revealing a blood covered cock. He laughs breathlessly. "Now you're officially a big girl. Big girls can handle some pain, right?"

"Hm," you whine. "To–ahh-" He pushes back in and you see stars. "W-wait– da– s-slower–"

"Faster is better," he lies. "Won't hurt as much." He tosses the phone and moves over you, kissing your trembling lips before putting his palm over your mouth. "Atta girl. Atta girl. So good for me," he shushes. "So proud of you."

He starts to thrust in a regular pattern, long strokes of his cock against your untouched walls, sneaking harder pounds in as he is losing his self control in your vice. You cry out against his palm but if your rolling and crossing eyes are any indication, you are enjoying it.

He takes his hand off and kisses you sloppily. Your bodies are mingled up in sweat, sticky and melting.

"M-more," you whisper. He nearly misses it.

"You fucking slut," he chuckles. He wants to flip you over, fuck you into the mattress from behind like a damn bitch but he can't miss your sweet face twisting once you cum on his cock.

"T-toji," you moan. "Toji."

It is the damn most rotting sweet sound he has ever heard. "Say it more." He pounds into you deeper, moulding you to his shape, to his liking. You are his. No one will ever be as special as him because he picked your sweet cherry.

"To-ji!" You hiccup, almost too loud but he lets it slide. Your nails dig into his shoulders, scratch down his back. "Yes. Yes. Please. Toji! Da– hm!"

"I know you wanna say it," he smiles and kisses your cheek. "S'okay… say it. Want you to say it, baby girl."

You whine, blinking at him with glossy eyes. Is he sure? Your eyes roll. "Daddy–" Tears slip. "Daddy, please." Your face says it all. Eyes searching for answers, unable to handle the feeling building in the pit of your stomach.

"You're such a good girl for daddy." He groans into the crook of your neck. His hand grabs a hold of your hair. "All fucking mine," he bites, marking you with his teeth. "All mine. Your fucking cunt has my shape now, doesn't it? Has daddy's shape. Huh?"

You nod and whimper. Your fucking little whimpers.

"Sweet baby, I'm gonna breed you. I fucking have to."

"Daddy," you whine softly and hold him tighter. Your eyes are desperate.

"Cum for me," he smiles. He bullies his throbbing length into you harder, shushing you with his mouth. "Cum for me, sweetheart."

You take his hand and guide it to your face. Toji understands, pressing his palm to your lips. He catches your loud moans and near shouts. Your eyes are begging him for relief.

And then, it floods you. Your body twists and shakes. He has to hold you in place. You shutter and tremble, eyes crossing and rolling. Your fingers softly hold onto his skin, holding him as close as he follows.

The sight is divinity, he altered time and space for you, in this very moment and it makes Toji shoot ropes of his cum deep inside of you, sealing the deal in its entirety. You whimper feeling the warmth spill inside of you, hearing the grunt and gasp coming from him, feeling him shake. It's amazing.

"Toji," you breathe heavily.

He pushes himself up and looks down at you. The satisfaction on his face is flashy. Like he just won a price. And really he did. It's you.

"Feel any different," he kisses your lips, then your temple. "Y'been such a good girl for me. So proud of you."

You blink at him then crook your neck up, capturing his lips again. "You are?"

He chuckles, "hm. You took me so well."

You smile, catching your breath.

He pulls out and you whine. You feel sore and sticky, exhausted. You wanna curl up and sleep. It's a lot of feelings. Toji keeps rubbing your skin, kissing you fleetingly.

"Cmon, clean yourself up." He tells you, mentioning to the bathroom adjoining your room.

"Y-yeah," you amble to it. Your legs feel so exhausted. You feel so exhausted.

You stand in the bathroom and can't help the curiosity. You reach between your legs and when you look at your hand it's stained in Toji's semen and the faint remainers of blood and your arousal. You breathe deeply and a smile spreads on your lips. You've done it. You clean up, get dressed and when you're back Toji is dressed too.

"You should get back to work," he winks, putting his gun back where it belongs tugged in his belt. You didn't even realize it had slipped to the floor earlier. "I come by tomorrow to see your progress, yeah?"

"Only if you don't distract me again," you narrow your eyes, cross your arms over your chest as he walks closer.

He puts a single finger under your chin and kisses you again; sloppy and breathtakingly. He bites down onto your bottom lip, tugging on it before it snaps back. "That's the only reason I show up, princess."

He waves his finger and is out the door.

You feel so powerful.

》》》》

Your leg is bouncing. Bounce bounce bounce. Who thought it was a good idea to let the guys wear body cams while raiding the estate and live stream it. What sane person does a watch party of some revenge heist?!

No one in this room is sane.

Neither are you… or you would stay away from Toji.

Toji man spreads further until his knee touches your thigh. You suck in a sharp breath. So many snippets of the last couple of days shoot into your brain. It feels absolutely insane to just sit next to him with no one knowing. You bite your lip. And your leg stills.

You don't look at him, you can't justify it. Your thighs now squeeze together, remembering how he sat in your gaming chair yesterday, making you sit on his hard length until you were brain dead. Or just earlier today when he found a quiet moment to teach you how to give a blow job.

He made you get on your knees, his big, rough band resting on the back of your skull as he guided you. He tasted so good.

Your eyes focus on the screen again as the men now approach the control panel. You hold your breath until you hear the soft beep of the reboot starting and only open your eyes when the locks click open one after another.

"Fuck yeah," you whisper and it is meant to be heard by nobody but Sukuna chuckles.

"Good work, (Y/N)-san," he says, smiling. "I knew I could count on your competence."

You suck in your bottom lip and nod, a smile growing on your lips.

The rest of the evening is light and you slip away pretty early. You are exhausted and now you have a whole week of work to catch up on too.

You get ready for bed, laying there with your eyes fixed on the free half of the bed. It's like an echo in time. Toji laying there smoking a cigarette as you weren't even able to move. He looked like a God or something close to it; forbidden and divine. You want him, always.

You let yourself sleep in, have the slowest morning and worked from your desk until the ceiling was collapsing.

"Nanami-san, heading to the Cafe on main Street," you announce, packing your bag. "I'll call you to pick me up?"

"Are you sure? Let me see if someone is free to accompany you," his face is unreadable as always.

"It's the middle of the day and it's not on my routine. It's fine to go."

"Alright, but keep your location on."

"Like always. See you later–" you open the door and look back at Nanami yet move forward. You see the body standing in your path but it's too late now.

Toji grabs your arm and steadies you. "Watch out, sweetheart."

"To– Fushiguro-sama! I am so sorry. I apologize," you bow instantly.

"I'm just dropping something off," he looks at Nanami who then takes the envelope. "Where are you going?"

"Downtown."

"I can drive ya."

"Thank you."

You nod at Nanami who seems to miss the moment to protest and Toji opens the passenger door for you.

"What ya doing downtown?" He asks as you pull out of the estate.

"Working from home can get kinda dooming. I like to sit in a Cafe sometimes," you say and he frowns.

"You work? Work what?"

You laugh, "you thought I was just living off my dad's money, hm? No. I have a good income. Coding websites and stuff, sometimes I take hacking jobs… getting commissioned to test a company's security. Not even illegal."

"Oh," he nods. "Then why are you still living with them?"

"Because I fucked around and found out," you look at him. "The Zenin's still have a bounty on my head, they never lifted it. It's safer."

"What a shame… could visit you whenever if ya had your own place, princess," he mumbles, hand reaching over and finding your thigh. It just rests there, thumb rubbing soft strokes.

"Yeah," you swallow. You hate you feel all giddy. Because you're not dumb, this is just fun… nothing to get giddy about.

He parks the car and gets out with you. "Here. Thought you would like this," he hands you a neatly wrapped bag.

You look at him suspiciously and open it. It is a beautiful, classy, goes with everything, gold necklace. It is perfect. Too perfect and too classy for Toji. "Toji… Sukuna-sama picked this out. Give me the card," you hold your hand out watching with amusement how he pouts. He reaches into his suit and gets the envelope.

"How'd you–?! I can make you gifts like that," he grumbles.

You open the sealed card and your heart stops a second at the kind words Sukuna put down. His hand writing is so sophisticated.

"What does it say?" Toji tries to peek but you don't let him.

"Why?"

"He flirtin' with you? That bastard," Toji snarls.

You raise your eyebrow at him. "You almost sound a little jealous?" You know it's not true. It's probably some weird rivalry thing between them you couldn't possibly understand. You put the necklace on. "How does it look?"

"Can't wait to see it dangle as you ride me for sure," Toji grins and it's so cute how your cheeks heat up.

"Shut up." You feel heat surge all around your veins. "I'll see you?"

"Of course you will," Toji gets in his car and rolls the window down. "Can't fucking stay away from you, princess." He waves and drives off, dialling Sukuna immediately.

"What's up? She liked the gift? You gave her the card too, right? You did, you moron?!"

"I wasn't going to… but she called it."

"Ha… can't fool this one."

"The Zenins have a bounty on her head? You know anything about that?" Toji taps the steering wheel.

"In that case," Toji can hear how Sukuna moves, and hears the sound of guns being loaded. "Let's meet at the Zenin estate in an hour?"

"We always think the same things, Kuna."

》》》》

You look up when the door of the cafe opens again. You do it every time. It's unconsciously, just a quick glance to register the person. Just that this time you see pink hair and black hair.

You sit back, watching how Toji and Sukuna make it over to where you sit in the corner.

Toji plops down beside you and Sukuna takes the spot in front of you. Toji's arm finds its way around your waist.

You look at them both and you notice the blood platters on their white shirts. "W-what is–" Your eyes go huge when you feel Sukuna's rough fingertips on your neck, picking up the necklace.

"We visited the Zenins," Toji says. His hand now brushes up your thighs with a mission. "Just to talk."

"They won't bother you anymore," Sukuna says, dropping the necklace on your neck again. He smiles, sweetly, too sweet. "Beautiful."

"Eh–"

"They now know you're off limits," Toji says against your ear. His hand pushes your skirt up just a little. He nibbles at your earlobe, husking, "all mine."

"Toji," you try to push him off. You can't look at Sukuna, your heart beats fast with embarrassment. Your eyes dance around the cafe and you praise yourself for sitting tugged away in the back.

"You know, all that's mine is also Sukuna's," Toji says. "And I told him about how pretty you look when you cum f'me. Won't you show him?"

You swallow hard and your eyes now finally dare to meet Sukuna's. There is fire in his gaze, smouldering softly, tame. It makes a shiver run down your spine, cold and chaotic. You give into Toji's touch, opening your legs for him.

It is only fair, right? If they just went to the Zenins and settled your beef with them for you. That is the least you can give them in return… if that is what they want. It does turn you on.

"Atta girl," Toji chuckles softly. "You gotta do nothing but look pretty. That's so easy."

"And be quiet," you whisper, eyes flickering around the Cafe.

"Not for our sake," Toji grins. He pushes your panties aside and the pad of his middle finger finds your clit, massaging tight circles into the sensitive nub.

You suck in a sharp breath and sink further against him. Your eyes fall shut for a moment before looking back at Sukuna.

"T-thank y-you for the g-gift," you say. "Sukuna-sama."

A grin spreads on his lip and he chuckles.

》》》》

With the Zenins leaving you alone finally, so much has changed. You can move so much more freely. When your father found out the bounty was lifted, you could see Nanami sigh and his face for the first time ever showed relief.

The most pleasant change however has been that you are free to visit Toji whenever. You moved into your own place, finally leaving that god awful mansion.

"To– Toji?" You whimper. He has just flipped you on your back, staring at you with so much fire in his venom eyes. "I think I love you," you whisper.

He chuckles, "of course you do. How couldn't ya? When I fuck you so good." He bullies his cock into your squelching cunt relentlessly and you arch your back, mouth falling open in a silent scream, clawing at his shoulders. You clench your teeth together, mind melting with every stroke of his cock.

"Open," he grunts and you do. You always do. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out eagerly. He grabs your cheeks and spits into your mouth. Like you love, like he loves. You swallow it so happily.

Usually you would say thank you. That's what he taught you to do. "I love you, daddy," you say instead. You are tangled up so tightly tonight, you can't keep it locked up. He brings out the worst in you, the hidden and dirty and it's so freeing. It's so raw and intense. No politeness and no masks. You are his to enjoy and you enjoy that.

These last couple of weeks you have finally lived your life, away from your father, away from all the expectations.

He smiles, eyes flashing. "Again, you fucking whore." He squeezes your cheeks tighter, making it so hard to speak but you still do.

You moan and mumble out I love you's like he's yours. Like you're his. He lets go and his head drops to the crook of your neck.

"You dumb girl," he says breathlessly. “I– too.” He has shaped you so perfectly. Its not that you are actually dumb, quite the opposite– you are hella smart. But for him, on his cock, you go braindead willingly and Toji knows no drug that is more exhilarating. God, you are so stupid. "Don't bring it up again, you hear me."

Your eyes shoot open, you gasp for air and hold him close. Before you can say anything you are coming undone, mind wiped clean entirely as your body gets overwritten and rewired.

He drops to the bed beside you, out of breath and half asleep. His hand is resting on your stomach, thumb rubbing soft circles. He can't look at you, face twisted with satisfaction, fulfilment and perhaps his eyes shaped like hearts. You could read him… read that he'd say it back if he could.

"I don't think I can leave," your voice barely breaks through the silence. It is what you agreed on when the sex became a regular thing. No staying over. It is too risky.

"Then don't," he pulls your sweaty form into his, holding you there. "Little brat."

"Did nothing," you say in a pout and nuzzle your face against his heated skin, sinking right against him.

Sleeping in Toji's arms is amazing. It's warm and safe and suffocating. Or maybe it's just that you've never slept in someone's arms before. You want to tell yourself that it's simply that… Toji is not the factor that makes any of this so special… you hope. You don't actually love him- it was the heat of the moment. It's not like you're exclusive, he makes it abundantly clear that you aren't but… You wish. Sometimes… you wish.

You get up and gather your stuff. You have worked yourself up too much with all the thinking to sleep and slither to the bathroom. Not that Toji would wake up. He sleeps like a stone.

There has not been a single night where light doesn't spill from Sukuna's study.

You clean up and get dressed then sneak past the slightly ajar wooden door, just that this time you feel an urge. A little jolt. An impulse. Maybe it is spite… maybe it is utter delusion.

You knock and peek your head in. Sukuna is sitting on the couch by the window, typing on his laptop. He looks utterly surprised.

It's not like he doesn't know you're Toji's newest toy, he does because Toji tells him, you on the other hand handle it discreetly enough. You just never approached him if it isn't necessary or forced.

"Sukuna-sama?"

"(Y/N)?" He says, eyebrows twitching.

"I just wondered, you know, do you sleep at all?" You close the door and lean against it. "You look tired."

He chuckles. "Work has to get done and we cannot all enjoy the nights like Toji, can we?"

You can feel your face heat up at the jab. "What is it?" You mention to the laptop but then just walk over and sit on the floor beside Sukuna. "Data entry? I can automate that for you?"

He is looking down at you, confused. "Okay?"

You kneel before the coffee table and take the laptop from him, starting to type on it and opening things he has never seen before. And then, he watches in horror how all the data just fills in automatically.

"What kind of magic is this?" He sighs and lights himself a cigarette, sinking back into the leather couch. You shrug and look over your shoulder then label everything correctly and shut down the laptop.

You turn to him. "Well then, go to bed," you order.

"Watch your tone, little lady," he scoffs, chuckling softly. You just kneel there, looking up at him so innocently and beautiful. The necklace he got you months ago is still embellishing your pretty neck too. Sukuna feels his pulse rising a little. He's way too old for thoughts like this. But why does only Toji get to have fun? That does not seem fair at all, does it? "Take off my rings."

Your eyes fall to his hand resting on his dress pants. His hands. You've never stopped thinking about his hands since the first meeting– the first incident. He is always wearing these silver, chunky rings that just look too good on him. You imagine they do double damage when he throws a punch. Maybe they are heirlooms or something like that. Or maybe he just likes the look of them.

You reach out but he scolds you.

"Not like that," he says and his hand moves toward your face.

Oh. You feel dazed and like an obedient puppy would, you open your mouth. Something tells you you're about to find out if it is only Toji who can make you feel so high.

You hook your teeth on his rings and slide them off with your lips softly gliding past his knuckles, collecting them all one by one. Ever since the first meeting you've been craving tasting his fingers again. It is such an urge.

You spit out the rings and put them safely on the table then turn back to him. Sukuna is smiling contently.

He takes a gentle hold of your chin and pulls you on his lap, your eyes never break apart. He shoves two fingers back into your mouth, exploring and pushing them down your throat until you gag. You suck in air sharply when he pulls away. Your spit pulls threads.

"Good girl," he hums and rubs the saliva all over your face before bringing you into a hungry kiss. Finally.

His lips are rougher. You feel like he is eating you whole, tongues and lips wildly colliding.

You grind down on his hardened dick, moaning softly at the relieving friction. You want him so badly. You need him. Your whole body is burning.

"Did I allow you to do that?" His voice is so gentle and it makes you melt into a puddle.

"'M sorry," you pout and kiss his cheek, tongue sliding across the tattoos on his face. "Please," you pant. "Please, need you."

"So greedy," Sukuna grins. You are too cute. Your clothes discard. Sukuna wraps his hand around your throat and your face tingles. You can't help but smile as he restricts your airflow.

"You gonna do as I say, every last word, won't you, darling?" He growls into your ear, teeth tracing your cheek.

"Y-yes, sir," you choke out.

"Good. I am not as lenient as Toji may be. Learn that quickly."

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth and your eyes go all hazy. He lets go of your throat and you gasp for air, whimpering too as you squeeze your thighs together. You miss his grasp immediately.

"Get on your knees."

You slip off his lap and onto the luxurious carpet. You look up at him with doe eyes, awaiting your next orders. Your heart is beating steadily, even calm as you have fallen under Sukuna’s spell.

You watch how he takes off his belt, unzips his slacks and then leans forward. Your breath hitches in your throat when the leather wraps around your throat. Your lip shakes and your thighs squeeze tightly with fizzing adrenaline running through your veins.

He pulls and the belt tightens, you move with it until you hover over his crotch. The buckle loosens again. You can hardly breathe from excitement.

“Go on, little girl.”

Your eyes are hearts, nodding. You slowly peel off his slacks and briefs. While Toji shaves, Sukuna trims. His cock is thicker and his balls heavier. Your mouth waters. and you really are shocked. He looks like one of these marbled statues. He's beefy, not like Toji, Sukuna has a good layer of pudge sitting above his muscles. The perfect dad bod. His cock is just so thick… looks so delicious too. Everything about him makes you seethe with want.

You start by softly, endearingly, kissing his tip and up his shaft. You meet his eyes, opening your mouth widely and sticking out your tongue, slapping his tip on your muscle.

"Stop teasing," he chuckles, lovingly, and tugs on the belt.

You want to choke on him. You want to cry on his dick so badly. You want spit to cover your whole face. Sukuna hisses when you deep throat his length.

"Fuck–"

Your eyes flutter with tears but you only come up when you run out of air completely. You suck on his balls then go right back to taking him down your throat. His hot tip hits the back of your throat, tightening with every gag but you don't stop. You wish he'd pull harder on the belt. You don't need air. You just need cock.

Sukuna does tug on the belt but guides you away. You look at him, heaving and drooling like crazy. His big hand reaches for your chin, picking up a big glob of saliva and he smears it across your pretty face again. He is making a mess out of you, ruining you just more. You moan and whine.

"What a messy slut."

Your tongue lolls out and your eyes fall from Sukuna's to his cock. You need more of his taste. You are so greedy for it.

He laughs, "go on."

Oh, but it's a set up.

He is still tightly holding you back by the belt, you cannot move forward without choking yourself.

You still do exactly that, gurgling as you desperately try to get his cock between your lips again. The belt tightens and tightens as you move against the resistance, tongue hanging out of your mouth lewdly.

Sukuna grins, eyes going wide like those of manic predators. He sighs, sitting back and relaxing his muscles as well as the grip on the leather. You sigh, relieved, and go right back to sucking him off.

You love how vocal Sukuna-sama gets. Toji keeps it in but Sukuna doesn't try too hard. It is so intoxicating hearing this big man before you moan and take shaking breaths.

"Cm’here," Sukuna gasps and grabs your arms pulling you to his lap.

But he doesn’t stop there. His hands hook around your thighs and he lifts you up to his face. Your knees rest on the top of the couch and you are so glad there is a wall to hold onto.

You giggle but quickly your brows tug together as the pleasure surges through your body. You are sitting on his face and his tongue is relentless. One of your hands tugs at his pink hair and you roll your hips making the both of you groan and hiss.

You tug on his hair so much you accidentally pull his blindfold off. It falls behind the couch where it will be forgotten.

Sukuna then makes you fall back into his lap and you pout. He kisses your pursed lips, biting down hard on your lush bottom lip.

You cup his exposed face, fingers tracing the roughed up side of it. His eye is grey, dead, slashed up entirely. “You're so handsome, sir.”

He chuckles.

Sukuna takes the belt off your throat and showers your neck in kisses. You squirm and tug on his hair, feeling unbearably fizzy. You can't take it a second longer. Every cell in your body needs him. You would trade air for it.

"Sukuna-sama, please," you heave. "Please."

He looks at you with a satisfied grin and you kiss the scarred side of his face before nipping at his earlobe. "Please, fuck me."

He lays you down and his whole body engulfs you, his warmth washes over you entirely. He slaps his cock against your swollen cunt a few times, leaking tip stroking through your wet folds.

"Keep your eyes on me."

Oh you didn't think it would be so hard.

You whimper and dig your nails into the back of his hand with every inch he invades. He is so thick.

"Sukuna," you sigh.

"I know… I know. You're doing so good." He bottoms out. "Ahh… look at you."

You want to close your eyes so badly and lose yourself in the feeling. Your eyes roll and cross but you do your best. For him.

You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out and guiding his hand to your mouth. He cups your cheek and his thumb slips past your swollen lips.

“Shhh,” he hums, smiling so satisfied. “Good girl. My good girl.” He replaces his thumb with his tongue, swallowing up your desperate moans.

Toji wants to break you. He wants to gnar the meat off your bones, wants to take it all and then some with every snap of his hips. Toji wants to ravage you.

But Sukuna? Sukuna wants to combine with you. He wants to melt into you with every thrust. He wants to enjoy you, give you all in the process, sustain you. It's so divine. So passionate and chemical. He wants to touch your soul.

His thumb drags over your lips and he kisses you again. Your head is spinning. It is so passionate. All of it. You feel him everywhere.

"May I cum, sir,? May I cum?" You gasp. "Please!" It's a desperate squeal. You can't hold back.

"Cum for me, little lady." He kisses your cheek, gasping and moaning. His hips stutter.

Your nails claw at his back. You want him even closer. "Sukuna," you whimper desperately. “Sukuna-sama!”

He grunts. One last, hard, plogh tipping both of you over the edge. He's so loud. You love it so much. Your body won't stop shaking. The current doesn't die down between you. You keep cumming on his cock until you see white.

》》》》

You hear a knock and you realize that you're laying in luxurious sheets that smell nice too. They are not Fushiguro's. You have no idea how you got here. You think Sukuna fucked you within an inch of your life last night.

He wasn't even overly rough or mean, you are used to Toji's sadistic schemes, but Sukuna was so, so, intense.

"You dead?" Toji says. "You never sleep in–"

You raise yourself, Sukuna's hand slipping from your frame as you crawl to the edge of the bed, wrapping your arms around Toji. "Shhh. Let him sleep." You nuzzle your face against his shirt. "He's exhausted." You realize after a moment that Toji isn't reciprocating and turn your head to look up at him. His eyes are twitching.

Things changed that night.

For you and Sukuna. Not for you and Toji. Toji and you keep the rules up. Just fucking. While Sukuna and you figure out your own. You're at their place so much that your own apartment is starting to collect dust.

"I think Toji is mad," you say, but don't look up from your laptop, fingers flying over the keys.

Sukuna looks up from his papers. "Pardon?"

"He's brooding," you shrug. "You think he has a problem with…–"

"Us?" Sukuna leans back and taps his leg.

You put the laptop on the coffee table and walk over, straddling Sukuna's lap and sliding your hands over his shoulders. You place a kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah."

"I can't imagine."

Sukuna rubs your back softly. He is a gentle giant really. He is so tender with you and you really wonder why he is so feared. He isn't evil at all. Not to you.

You are not a couple or anything, you just enjoy each other. It's good like this. There is an us but it's a loose us. An us where you sit in the same room doing different tasks, cook together, all that stuff. It's good the way it is.

"I'll talk to him," you sigh and get up.

"I wouldn't do that now," Sukuna says. His hands slip across your body like he doesn't want to let go. "He got in trouble today."

Your eyebrows quirk and then you hear the door and cursing, followed by things falling over. "Did he get hurt?"

You look at Sukuna and he sighs, shaking his head but he knows you pretty well by now. “He will tell you to piss off.”

“I know.” You hurry out of the study, navigating the dark penthouse easily. Warm light spills from the big bathroom by the entrance.

Toji is trying to open the first air kit and his blood is spilling all over the floor. One arm is slung around his waist, he is hunched and cursing under heaving breaths.

"Let me help–"

"Piss off, brat," he snaps, not even turning around. That's how he's been acting toward you lately. You hate it.

You don't care. You walk in and close the door, taking the box from him. "What happened?"

"Tch!"

You help him out of his shirt. You have practice with that. He sits on the marble bench in the shower as you look at his injury. His blood clings to his skin so beautifully.

"You're slacking," you say and put on gloves. "Was something else on your mind?"

He lights a cigarette. "Not at all."

Liar.

"You a nurse now too?" He spits as you start to clean the wound.

"I'm the daughter of a crime boss… duh."

"Pff. Hacker. Slut. Pain in the ass. Nurse. What else?" He sighs, his head lolls back.

Ha. You got him. "Pain in the ass? What did I do? I stay out of your business like you want." You poke the curved needle in and start sewing him up. "We fuck and I leave."

"But you don't leave! You're with Sukuna like all the fucking time!?" He looks at you. His green eyes spit venom, wide and menacingly – so bothered.

"Why does it bother you? Are you jealous? I thought you share everything?"

"No, it's not that!" He groans, running a hand through his hair and swearing blood on his face accidentally. He sounds like a toddler throwing a tantrum because you don't understand his abstract feelings or don't care to. "I don't care if you are with him."

Ah. You tie the wound up and search for a fitting bandage to put over. You look up at him, feeling his eyes stare holes into you. His face goes soft immediately when you look at each other.

"But you are bothered that I am not with you? The same way?"

Toji groans and covers his face, going slack. Defeated. "I'm a grown man. I just killed a guy. This is so ridiculous."

"And grown men don't have feelings?" You laugh. "Damn."

"You like him more–"

"No." You say quickly. "I like you both." You shrug. You get up and clean up. "It's complicated for me too, you know. But… I see myself with both of you. I like you… and I like him. You always made it clear you don't want more… so… I never– like I don't wanna lose you. You really hated when I said–" You trail off, wetting a cloth.

"That you loved me?" He quirks an eyebrow. You walk back into the big shower and kneel before him, cleaning him up gently. "Yeah. That I love you."

"I didn't hate it," he sighs. "I just don't know what to do with it. I've never been loved by anyone… I'm not… lovable. Cmon, dollface, be honest with yourself."

You lay your head against his knee and look up at him, giggling. "Loveable?"

You can see him blush but before you can truly enjoy it he shoves your face away. "I can't offer as much as Sukuna, I can fuck you right but that's about it. I… can't make you nice gifts like him, am not as polite or considerate and I'm not smart–"

"Toji, shut up." You get up and get on his lap. He hisses in pain but grabbing your ass is good pain management. "Look," you hum and play with his hair. "Did it ever cross your mind that I like you because you are you and I like Sukuna because he is Sukuna. I like you both… I really do. I don't favor him or you. I like dumb men and I like smart men.”

“Pfff”

“He just made it clear he wants me around and you made up different rules."

He sighs. "Are you saying this is just a communication issue? That we just needed to… talk?"

"Yes," you smile. "And besides, you're the only man I call daddy."

"Heh," he looks at you, eyes going soft. "Really?"

"You don't even have competition, daddy," you kiss his cheek. "No need to be jealous."

"Am not jealous."

"Nooo not at all," you coo and shift, pressing your knee into his crotch. Toji's eyes widen and he hisses softly. "Next time just say something instead of being all bitchy and acting like a manchild, kay? How was I supposed to know?"

"Sure thing, mama. I apologize," he chuckles and crooks his neck up to kiss you hard. "Help me up, please."

You nod, supporting him as best as you can. Your heart aches when he groans and tenses in pain. This will render him homebound for a while. "I hate seeing you hurt, Toji." It's not like you aren't used to all his scars… it Just breaks your heart.

"Yeah… sorry, lil' brat."

You get him to his room on the second floor and lay him down in his bed after stripping him of the rest of his clothes and making him drink some water. You turn away and he hold your hand.

"Stay."

You bite your smile away knowing if you look too happy he will crawl back into his shell. "Let me just get you some painkillers, okay?" You kiss the top of his head and he nods.

You hurry downstairs, back into the study. Sukuna looks at you with curiosity. You turn your laptop off then walk to him. Your hand side over his silky shirt as you lean down to hug him from behind.

"He was jealous."

Sukuna starts to laugh. It's a rumble. It's endearing and loving. Your stomach turns upside down at the sound.

"Goodnight, sir. Don't stay up too long," you kiss the scarred side of his face a couple of times before finally slipping away.

"Goodnight, darling."

The next few days you stay with Toji constantly. The doc came by and ordered bed rest… As well as no vigorous activities. That really posed a challenge. Toji tries and tries again.

“Why you gotta be like that,” he whines.

“Me? You wanna rip open your stitches?” You push his head away.

“We don't have to go crazy–”

You shoot him a look and he retreats, nodding with a pout. “I realized as soon as I said it… we always go crazy.” Toji thinks and a devilish grin spreads on his face as he grabs his phone.

“Are you going to watch porn now?” You giggle and cuddle into his lap. “You are as horny as a college boy.”

“Will you roll a joint f'me, lil brat?” He strokes through your hair tenderly.

“No.”

“Cmon… pretty please. For daddy.”

“You do it better than me… why?” You sit up and kiss his cheek, standing and stretching out your arms.

“I'm so sick… I can't even fuck,” he pouts, looking up at you through his lashes. His green eyes are twinkling but you miss the mischievous glint.

“Heh,” you breathe softly and walk downstairs to the kitchen. It takes you a moment. You know he will laugh if you do a bad job. Doesn't help that ever since being with Toji you didn't have to do it yourself… He's done it for you whenever you were in the mood to smoke.

“But don't crit–” Your words fade out slowly when you see Sukuna sitting in the big armchair in the corner across from the bed. The first two buttons of his white shirt are unbuttoned and you know that look on his face. Your stomach twists. You look at Toji and Toji grins.

“What's goi–”

“Has anyone allowed you to speak, little one?” Sukuna says calmly.

Toji chuckles. “No.”

Your heartbeat picks up.

“Don't you have something for me?” Toji says.

You move to the bed and place the joint between his lips then take a lighter and fire it up for him. Your hands are nearly shaking.

“Come here,” Sukuna says and you do, settling on his lap like a puppy searching for shelter by the side of a beast. “I hear you're not nice to Toji? Hm?” His hand slides between your hair and pulls, exposing your neck. You wince softly. “That calls for discipline, does it not?”

Your breath hitches. Your mind is already so hazy. You shake your head. “Doctor said–”

Slap.

“Toji-kun, did you give her permission to speak?” Sukuna wonders exuberantly. Your tongue lolls out as you savour the soft sting.

“Nah.”

“Neither did I. And yet…” Two of his fingers push into your mouth until his knuckles hit your lips and you gag on them. “...This little mouth talks.”

Your hands fly up to his wrists, just resting there softly. You know trying to push him away would only make this worse.

He pulls back, rubbing the saliva that collected all over your face, making a mess out of you. You gasp and gurgle for air, pleading with your eyes. You can't even ask if you're allowed to kiss him.

Sukuna grabs something and hands you a plug. He mentions to the power outlet. You get off and plug it in then look back at Sukuna, now realizing it is one of those Hitachi wands. Your thighs immediately clench together. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

“What's taking you so long to get back here?” Sukuna grins sheepishly. “Cmon, little lady.”

You get back on his lap, hugging him tightly to perhaps make him soft but he grabs your hips and turns you around. “Put your feet on my knees.”

You prop yourself up by your heels and Sukuna wraps an arm around you to hold you in place. He kisses your cheek softly, nipping at your earlobe. He surely can feel your heart beat.

You are still wearing all your clothes… But you would not dare say something right now. They want to punish you and if you give them more reasons it will be worse.

Sukuna didn't forbid you from touching him so you softly ghost your fingertips over his arms, feeling his knuckles that rest on your tummy.

You nearly yell out feeling the strong vibrations at your tits. They travel into every fiber of your body, settling deep within your bones. Your nails dig into Sukuna's wrist.

They both chuckle.

“You can make noise,” Toji says.

“Make all the noise for Toji,” Sukuna husks into your ear. “Just don't say a word.”

You sigh out shakily when he travels the wand down your body. The vibrations tickle even through your clothes. Your breaths come in more quickly the closer he gets to your core. This is so cruel. So utterly cruel.

You squeal when he presses the rounded tip into your clothed cunt. Your back arches softly.

“I wonder if she can cum like this?”

“That would be really pathetic.”

“So pathetic.”

You whine.

“Too bad she's not allowed to cum at all.”

Your eyes snap open. You shake your head and rock your hips into the vibrator.

They both snicker so rudely.

“This is punishment after all,” Sukuna whispers against your ear then licks at your shell. You flinch.

“Should have just sucked my cock, brat,” Toji chuckles.

It is getting so hot. You want to rip your clothes off… Need to. You can't take it. You–

The wand clicks and the vibrations crank up. You let out a series of gasps and heavy breaths. Your nails dig into Sukuna's arm.

Your hips rock and rock. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

The wand suddenly turns off and Sukuna cups your core with his big hand. You squeal and your hips never stop rocking, craving the friction.

“Slutty Girl!” Sukuna laughs.

“I can see her soak through those shorts from over here,” Toji chuckles. “Hey, Kuna, think she really wants to cum, does she not?”

You moan out and nod frantically.

“How about we change up the punishment?”

“I understand.”

You don't. You can't think. Especially when suddenly Sukuna's hand slips into your pants and attacks your clit. You cry out and your legs snap shut as you cum instantly.

“Open them.”

You do, knowing better than to ignore his orders. You don't get to catch your breath, you scream when the vibrations are back.

Sukuna needs to hold you in place as you squirm and arch.

You understand. Your punishment just changed from not cumming at all to cumming too much. Oh god. This may be worse.

“Ahhhh,” your mouth hangs open and you feel like the entire city must hear you.

“Little stupid girl,” Toji chuckles. “Didn't you want to cum?” He coos.

The vibrations are violent. His words so sweetly condescending. You can't even imagine what it would be like without the layers of fabric. Your brain will melt out of your ears by the end of this.

“Cum again now,” Toji orders.

And gosh, you can't even consider, your body does. You do as daddy says… always. Your moans turn more desperate and painful. Your eyes open to look at him. This is usually the part where he tells you you're a good girl but he just grins.

You sob but it turns into a cry as Sukuna turns the vibrations up a bit. He laughs and grips you. “Nah uh. Don't try to get away, little lady.”

“Words!” You choke out. “Words!”

“Hmm… Toji?” Sukuna kisses your neck, soaking up your scent.

“Nah.”

You shake your head. No. No. No. No. No. Your legs start to tremble. Your body is melting and pooling deep inside of your core.

“Wo-rds,” you sob.

But it's too late now. You can't hold back and you don't want to. It will feel so good to release. So warm.

“Shit,” Toji shifts on the bed, seeing how your pants soak through with your squirt. “Damn… You were gonna warn us? So polite.”

Sukuna kisses your temple.

“Gimme!”

“You heard him,” Sukuna says and turns off the wand encouraging you to get up.

You can hardly stand… Tumbling and wobbling in your soaked shorts. It's humiliating.

You peel off your shorts and panties, giving them to Toji. “Thank you, babydoll. Now right back to it.”

You wanna tell him he's disgusting. Wanna sneer at him. You wanna punch him. Want him to hold you down and kiss your temple smiling like he does now.

You love this so much.

》》》》

You are sitting on the counter in the kitchen, barely alive. Sukuna is next to you cooking some eggs while Toji is at the kitchen island peeling a pomegranate for you. After last night you get even better princess treatment.

“Couldn't you pick a normal fruit?” Toji mumbles. He doesn't mind doing it for you. Especially after last night. You were a damn trooper. It's just so sticky.

“Shall I make you another tea, darling?” Sukuna asks.

“Am good,” you smile at him. “Hey… are we ever gonna have a threesome? I'm confused neither of you brought it up yet.”

They both halt what they are doing and look at each other. Their faces grimace. “No.”

“What?” You are utterly confused. “What do you mean? No?”

“We would have to be naked in front of each other,” Toji says with disgust.

“You sent Sukuna a video how you took my virginity?!” You shriek. “What are you talking about?”

“That's different,” Sukuna says.

“I am shocked and confused,” you look between the two of them. “Damn. Crushed even. You know how often I think about taking the both of you.” You grin.

They look at each other again and you can see their silent conversation. Maybe? Nah.

“Sirs?” Shiu walks in.

“Hey, Shiu!” You beam.

“Hello, Ms. You may want to hide. Nanami is at the door.”

Your smile drops and you look at Sukuna. You can literally not walk. He picks you up and carries you up the stairs. “I don't know what he wants here. Be nice,” you kiss Sukuna's cheek.

He has already headed down the stairs when you realize you fucked up.

“Sukuna-sama, Fushiguro-sama,” Nanami nods. “I was sent over to invite you to the (L/N)’s spring festival. The Gojos will attend too. You are expected to be there.” He hands Toji and Sukuna the invitations.

“Did we sign that when we made a deal with you guys?” Toji jokes.

“Thank you,” Sukuna nods. “We will be there, of course.”

Nanami nods and turns around, seeing the pomegranate. His gaze lingers for a moment.

“Is there something else?” Sukuna asks.

Nanami looks back at him and Sukuna has been in the business too long to not notice the shift in his expression. It's suspicion, it's concern– Nanami should be better at hiding it– no, he is better at it but this is about his Achilles Heel; you.

“Weapons of any kind will not be permitted,” Nanami says and turns away to leave. The front door closes and you wait a few more minutes before calling from upstairs.

“He saw the pomegranate. He knows. He knows for sure.” You feel doomed.

It's a few hours later and you are trying to do work in Sukuna's office. Sukuna is trying to work too, Toji is just messing around on his phone. He really needs to recover and get back out there.

The pit in your stomach never really left. Will Nanami tell his suspicions to your father? Oh god. No. Why would you even think that? Nanami is like an older brother to you. He would never do anything to possibly get you in trouble.

Your phone rings. Toji and Sukuna look at you. Your phone never rings. You hate taking calls, you always say that emails are more than enough.

“It's Nanami–” You want to get up.

“Take it here on speaker,” Sukuna demands. It's that voice. The tone you don't want to disobey. You take a deep breath.

“Hey, Nanamin!” You beam. “What's up?”

“Where are you, Miss? I'm at your apartment.”

You should have considered that but you practically live with Sukuna and Toji… You haven't been home in weeks.

“Oh, sorry. I'm staying with a friend at the beach. It was spontaneous,” you lie and you are so sure he can tell. “Is it important?”

“The spring festival. You are coming?”

“Oh… well, not really–”

“Your father demands your presence, Miss. I am afraid it is non-negotiable. The Gojos will attend.”

You bite your tongue. “I see. When will you take me shopping?”

“Next week.”

“Alright. I'll clear my schedule.”

Silence.

You look at Toji then Sukuna. Should you say something– lie some more?

“Miss? Are you safe?” His voice sounds even more serious than it usually does. The question sends chills up your spin.

Are you safe? You look at Toji again, then Sukuna. “I am the safest I've ever been, Nanamin. Don't worry about me,” you say softly with a genuine smile on your lips.

“Good. Until next week.”

The call ends.

Sukuna just nods and goes back to his papers. Toji rolls his eyes. “Corny.”

“Bet you have butterflies in your tummy.”

“Were you not going to attend the party?” Sukuna asks but doesn't look up.

“Of course not.”

Now his eyes meet yours. “Explain yourself?”

“Do you really not know? it's the same reason I was there when you and my father made the deal… My only purpose is to be eye candy for the disgusting old men to be distracted by. It's annoying.”

Toji's face pinches into a frown. “Was I also just a disgusting old man when we met?”

You cuddle into his side, “hot… disgusting old man.”

He grins, grabbing a handful of your ass. “That's what I thought.”

“I don't want you to go,” Sukuna says and it shocks both you and Toji. It seems rather irrational, almost uncharacteristically so. “Say you are sick.” Sukuna gets up and walks to the couch. “Or I'll break your leg or give you a minor injury– you will not go.” His strong fingers cradle your chin gently, his thumb taps at your lips once. “That is an order.”

You will disobey him. You have to.

His demeanour is somewhat darker than before… You are confused. Sukuna turns away, walking to his desk. You look at Toji. “What was that about?” Sukuna isn't possessive? He's never been before? He is reasonable… secure.

It is scary but more worrisome. Does Sukuna have… doubts… about your loyalty? If it comes to it you would always choose them over your father. It may sound crazy… but you know where you are wanted and where you are used.

“Sukuna-sama?” You step into his office later more reluctantly than usually.

He is sitting at his large desk, leaning back when he sees you. He takes off his pair of reading classes and watches your every move.

“Can we talk for a second?”

“Of course.”

You walk over and lean against the desk in front of him. His hands come up to reassuringly stroke up and down the sides of your thighs. You are sure he can sense you worry.

“Was that jealousy earlier?” You try to read his face.

“No.”

“Good… You're the only man in my life,” you grin and he pinches your hip making you quirm. “What was it then?”

“Worry. I fear your father may be playing with your safety.”

You frown. “He is awful butm.. he'd never do that, Kuna. Nanami always makes sure it doesn't go far.”

“He let you work with me… that's as much danger as he could put you in, darking. You will not attend. That is my final word.”

》》》》

You feel like there is an impending doom looming around. Sukuna and Toji walk in and you are no stranger to how Sukuna ignores you. He is mad.

What were you supposed to do? Your father doesn't take no for an answer. You are standing by the bar sipping on a drink when a white haired guy suddenly appears. He is wearing shades.

“Hey,” he says, grinning.

“Hi,” you smile politely. It's like you can feel Sukuna's gaze burn a hole into you.

“You must ne (Y/N)?”

“Yes?” You frown. “And you are?”

“Satoru.”

“Ah… Nice to meet you,” you shake his stretched out hand.

“Kinda boring with all these old people, huh?”

“It's okay.”

“I thought we can get to know each other… you know… since we are getting married.”

You look at him like he just said the most insane thing you have ever heard. And he did. Truly.

“Oh… you didn't know it was me. It's so archaic, isn't it? But I suppose it does make sense. Your family gives you into custody of the Gojos and you birth the next Gojo Heir. It does bind the families forever. I mean, my old man only agreed because you're such a pure cookie… except for the Zenin debacle but I think that was kinda hot. Means you are fun, right?” He grins and winks behind his glasses.

You see Nanami waving you over. “Excuse me… I need to… go,” you point to the door and walk away. You can't hear a thing, can't see a thing either– just the door. Sukuna was right. You have to leave… right now or you will never leave again.

“You know?” Nanami asks.

“I can't believe–”

He pulls you into the hallway, away from everyone else. “Listen, closely. A car is parked near the old bridge. There is a bag with your things, a plane ticket, a passport and some money. Take the plane, find my associate and dissappear. That's all I can do for you, kid,” Nanami forces a soft smile on his stoic lips and you can't get words out. You look to the door, hesitating.

“They won't help you. When they realize this is a set up and they have been betrayed… Sukuna will kill you.”

Your eyes widen and tears sting in your eyes. No. Please. No.

“Go.” Nanami pushes you.

“Nanami, I–”

“I know,” he sighs and reaches for the gun on his belt.

You start running down the overgrown path, dialing Sukuna over and over. Then you hear the gunshots. You stop and look back to the house. You… Just abandoned them? You cover your mouth and your body starts to rumble. No. No. You have to trust them. Sukuna knew something was wrong… He was prepared. And he will know you haven't betrayed them. He knows you wouldn't.

You find the car and start speeding down the dirt road but then there is a car blocking the road. The white haired guy gets out and walks to your window, knocking. He is grinning. A roll down the window just a little bit.

“Your dad said you are obedient but I wasn't going to take the chance… I'm looking forward to teaching you to be a good puppy though.”

“You are crazy,” you whisper.

“You haven't even see it, baby.”

You put the car in reverse and speed up the path again. Toji showed you how to drive like a gangster one time. You hated every second of it. But look at you. You get the car to spin and drive over the neatly kept lawn in the backyard. Some shots hit your back window but Nanami wouldn't give you a car that can't stand some fire.

You make it to the main road, speeding up so much that you break through the barrier and down the driveway until you are on the highway. The airport isn't far. Maybe 20 minutes. But it will be easy to catch up to you on the highway. They know the car.

Maybe it's best to ditch it and take the subway, blend in with the people? You can do that. Park the car near a station and run. You can–

You hold your breath when your car servers and then rolls over. It happens so fast. Everything hurts and you hang upside down in your seat. You look out the passenger window, glass is everywhere, blood drips– and you shiny dress shoes walk past the car.

You have to move. You have to move right now. You unbuckle the seatbelt and the fall makes you feel lightheaded. Everything hurts. You grab the bag from the passenger side and crawl through the shattered window. You tumble, dragging your body over to a set of stairs leading down the highway.

“This is fun!” You hear him chuckle. “Cat and mouse… what will happen when the mouse gets caught?”

You look up, seeing him point a gun at you. He is smiling from ear to ear. He won't shoot. He can't. He spelled it out. You are the basis of the deal and he is having fun.

You see the doors to a bus open and you run for it. The driver sees you and waits up.

“Thank you,” you rasp, your hair falls into your face, concealing the injuries.

You sit down, hugging yourself. You are shaking like crazy. You look at your blood stained hand and swallow.

There is no way you can get on a plane like this…

》》》》

“Call her again,” Toji says, driving down the same highway.

Sukuna is covered in blood, injured himself. There is a moment of silence. Thick, unpleasant silence changed with burtal anger.

"He fucking betrayed us!!" Sukuna barks.

“But she didn't. Call her again.”

“How'd you know that?!” Sukuna spits and gets his phone out. He dials your number.

“Don't be ridiculous,” Toji rolls his eyes. They have to slow down as a car is being transported off the highway after an accident. They both look at each other when the ringing of your phone faintly sounds from the worker loading up the demolished car.

Toji points his gun. “Give me the phone,” he says. “What happened here?”

The worker gives the phone. “Mystery Accident… no driver was found.”

Toji keeps driving. He looks at Sukuna. “What do you think?”

“The Zenins got her.”

“She's smart.”

“Tsk.” Sukuna is chewing on his lip. “I'll kill her.”

Toji takes the exist and they look around the area for a bit. He squads near the stairs finding some blood, Sukuna finds more blood near the bus stop.

“Could be,” Toji says as they are thinking the same.

Sukuna stays silent. The look on his face is feral, horrible–

“She will run if she sees you look like that,” Toji sighs.

“Shut up.”

They manage to track your steps. Knowing you as well as they do, it is almost easy. But then your eyes finally meet Sukuna's in a sea of people you run from him instead of too him.

The anger in his chest bursts. “I'll kill her.”

“Sukuna!” Toji didn't know his friend could run so fast. Toji takes a different entrance to the ally and when he steps out you are only a few meters away from him.

You stop immediately, wheezing and heaving. “T-Toji--I–” You cry out when Sukuna grabs you by your hair, yanking you back. His hand wraps around your throat and you find nothing but rage in his eyes. You have never seen him like this. It is why you ran. You are scared. You are so scared.

Sukuna's nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath and sighs out through gritted teeth. His other hand crushes your hair away, gently, then grabs your cheeks, making your lips purse.

"I didn't know," you whisper, holding onto his wrist, your voice is a meek whisper. He squeezes. "Sukuna-sama, I didn't know. I would never betray you…" It is true. It is the absolute truth. He is gentle and kind to those in his favour, he is calculated and calm and violent and crazy only if he has to be… like right now. And you respect that. Sukuna is terrifying but you never had to be afraid of him. “I am sorry,” you faintly rasp.

His eyes flicker to your neck, the necklace he gifted you all this time ago, peaks out from where his hand grabs you. You wore it today… and there is meaning in that.

He let's go but only your throat, still squishing your cheeks. "Then why did you just run? Hm?"

"I… I I wanted to get to you– but– Nanami said I needed to run– and then when I saw you–" You stumble over your words, each letter behind on your thoughts.

"Did I scare you, hm?"

"Yes," you nod, tears welling in your eyes. "I got so scared… I already… I already ran from— all night– I saw you and–"

"Oh, poor poor, thing," he caresses your skin, eyes glowing in the darkness. "Whatever do I do with you now. How can I trust a fucking word you say, little lady.”

“Please.” The tears now roll down your cheeks, getting caught by his fingers.

You feel Toji come up behind you and you lean into him. You can't hold yourself on your legs a second longer.

"I am sorry, sir," you whisper. "I am really sorr-ry, sir."

"Sukuna," Toji sighs, taking pity with you. “Enough.”

"You gotten soft, Toji-kun? In the old days we would have killed her and sent her head with a pretty bow attached back to her father," he says with a menacing smile. His teeth are shining and hungry for blood. “No. No. No. Don't cry. I'll make it quick… you were always a fun to keep around, weren't you,” he looks at you with gleaming eyes. “Aren't I merciful?”

"Stop the act now.” Toji says.

Sukuna pulls you close to his face. You wince and tremble with fear. He is choking on words, trying to find the meaning behind his overwhelming emotions. Anger. Worry. So much worry.

“Tch!” Toji sighs. “You wanted to find her because you were worried… stop torturing her like this," Toji rolls his eyes. His partner can't fool him. "Back off! Girlie is bleeding all over you."

"Ah," he lets go of you finally and Toji catches you as you fall back into his arms. You start sobbing instantly.

"Why are you bleeding?" Sukuna didn't even realize in his worried fury.

"The Gojos–"

"What do the Gojos have to do with this? We got attacked by the Zenins and your father," Toji and Sukuna snap at the same time. Toji picks you up and walks to the running car. He gets into the backseat with you, starting to rip up bandages to put on your cuts as Sukuna drives.

"You two are dumb," you whisper. "My dad would only betray you when he has other allies… better ones. And I was part of the deal… does it click?"

Their faces go pale. "Oh."

"They still do that?" Toji grimaces. “Crazy.”

Sukuna growls. "You're not theirs. They can't take what's mine."

You gasp when Toji applies pressure to the wound on your thigh. It's fairly deep. "Sorry, princess. You know… I hate to see you like this," he smiles and mocks and you huff out a breath at him.

You turn your head to Sukuna, his shoulders are rising and falling heavily. "I wanted to go to you when it happened, Sukuna. I really did. I called to warn you. Nanami pulled me aside and told me to leave now, to get to the airport and just run. I swear I–"

"Yeah, he was right," Sukuna spits. "You would have been caught in the crossfire or the Gojos would have taken you," he sighs. "You did the right thing to survive. Good girl."

"You're not mad?" You reach over to touch his neck. He scoffs. He is mad. "Are you hurt? Are you?" You look at Toji.

"No," Sukuna snaps acutely.

"They need more than that," Toji laughs. "Don't yer worry."

"I always worry about you," you smile at him and your hand drops from your side. "Both of you… I always worry," you heave and then everything just turns black.

When you wake up again you're laying on some poorly spread blankets on a hardwood floor. The apartment is run down, smells like blood and smoke and mould and you are freezing. You slowly sit up, realizing that Sukuna's suit jacket has been put over you as a blanket substitute. You put it on and slowly get up, following the light down the hallway until you can hear Toji and Sukuna.

"We should kill them," Sukuna rumbles. "That they think they can do this with us… I can't stand for it."

"They should suffer more than that," Toji mumbles.

The two men turn their heads when the floorboard creaks under your weight and their faces soften out.

Sukuna gets up immediately and picks you up, settling you on the couch. He kisses your temple and you cuddle against Toji, who lifts his arm to take you in. Your legs spread out on Sukuna's lap, who rubs soft patterns into your knee.

"I feel like shit," you whisper.

"Scare me like that again and I kill you," Sukuna says.

"Brat.” Toji agrees.

“I love you,” you whisper. You do. All of this just proved it. “I'm so relieved you're okay.”

Sukuna squeezes your call and Toji kisses the top of your head. They are too.

"I think I wanna go home and speak to my father."

It is like a bomb being dropped. They stay quiet for a moment then Sukuna lights a cigarette.

"Think she lost too much blood, Toji-kun?"

"For sure."

"No." You want to sit up but Toji holds you in place. "I need to–"

"Why do you think Nanami told you to run?" Sukuna says sternly.

You sigh. “But–”

"Too risky," Toji shuts you down and reaches for the fast food back dropping it into your lap. "Eat."

"So we just hide?"

"For now," Sukuna gently rubs your feet and lets his head drop on the backrest of the couch.

It doesn't sit right with you and while you shove the burger and fries into you you run out all possible options. "Wait. I am kinda valuable now, right?" You realize. "Without me the deal might be off?"

Toji and Sukuna look at you, frowning.

"So, I'm sure they don't know I'm like your favorite person– we can use that. You have an advantage."

They both scoff.

“You can pretend that you kidnapped me? Use that as leverage against my dad?"

"Fair point," Toji realizes.

“Absolutely not.”

You climb on Sukuna's lap and wrap your arms around his neck. “Stop being salty.”

You rise as his chest does, taking a deep breath. He looks at you, hands move to your butt. He gets up, carrying you like nothing to the other room where he sets you on the windowsill. His arms cage you in. His hair is a mess, falling in his face– you tig it behind his ears.

He looks at you with stern eyes. It's not harsh, it's coming from a place of care. You know it's not the time for jokes now.

“In this business… When someone cares about another as much as I do about you– it never ends well.” Sukuna sighs deeply. “I should kill you… you are a weakness. It was never meant to be like this. You saw what not knowing where you are– If you are safe– what that did to me. The one thing I will not do is treat you like an asset.” He looks you dead in the eyes, defeated and tired and worried and most of all loving.

You cup his face, your thumb feels the deep ridges of the scarred side of his face. “I understand,” you say with softness.

He hugs you. It's a hug that should combine your souls, melt the two of you together. You understand him better now. You get his fear. And yet…

“Can't you go any faster!” Sukuna yells at Toji.

“You were supposed to look out for her!” Toji yells back.

“This is not the time!” Sukuna snarls and loads his gun.

Their car breaks through the gate to your family home and Sukuna shoots at everything that moves. Toji covers him as Sukuna makes it up the stairs to the front door. Yeah. They are so desperately dumb they burst in from the front door. Sukuna kicks it in and is surprised to find nothing. Not a single guard. But then gunfire coming from upstairs.

Toji bolts forward. His movements are quick yet calculated. He won't lose you. He swears it when he opens the door the scene is not quite what he expected.

You are holding his spare gun, your father is on the ground in a puddle of blood. Nanami is pointing his gun at another guard and with Toji and Sukuna fixing down the other guards the odds are even.

You hold the gun to your mother's head, “make a choice.”

“You ungrateful–”

You pull the trigger. No mercy. No second thoughts. You are as cold as Sukuna, as determined as Toji. You then point the gun at the guards. “Does anyone have a problem with me taking over?”

They all lower their guns immediately. “No ma'am!”

You look at Nanami, the softness returns, “will you take care of this?”

“Of course, boss,” he bows and nods at Toji and Sukuna as he walks out of the room to grab the body bags.

You give Toji his gun back and pat his chest, then walk past him and Sukuna down the hallway. You act like this isn't crazy– you act like this is so normal.

“Uh? Hello?” Toji says. He is right behind you.

You walk into your childhood bedroom and fall onto the bed, sighing deeply as you look at the ceiling.

“What did you tell her last night?” Toji looks at Sukuna. He gives him a judging look. Like all of this is Sukuna's fault.

They were so sure you would get in trouble and now… you are the trouble?

“Nothing! (Y/N)... what? What happened?! You can't just run off without… what?!”

“You said that in this business when you care about someone it never ends well. And I care so much about you two. So… if we are the business we should be fine for a while, right? If we control it all… it can be just us.”

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “I can't believe you.” You may have grown up this way but Sukuna knows how hard you tried to stay out of crime… out of the things you just did. “You are crazy.”

“You enabled her,” Toji says with an accusatory undertone.

“I did not!”

“You guys better come up with a plan to get rid of the Zenins and Gojos… I need to nap.”

They look at each other.

You feel the bed shift and when you open your eyes Sukuna is at one side and Toji at the other. You can't help but smile at them. There is so much adrenaline still lingering.

“Still wanna have that threesome, darling?”

[thedesperatewriter]

10/10 THIS FIC MADE MY DAYYYY

[thedesperatewriter]

Please, someone needs to tell my husbands that they need to LEAVE Shibuya😭 Satoru, Nanami, Choso - if you're seeing this, our kids MISS YOU! They need their dads for real😭

[d0youc0py]

“Her and Soap would make a good couple, no?” Alejandro smirked, watching as you and the Scot took turns drowning each other in the pool.

“No they wouldn’t.” Ghost said quickly. A little too quick. Price chuckled knowing exactly what was running through his head.

“Why not? I don’t think I’ve seen Soap laugh so much and they seem pretty affectionate with each other.” Alejandro continued. It’s true, you and Soap were a bit touchy touchy but in a headlock and kick each other type of way.

“They’re friends- nothin’ more.” Ghost was growing annoyed of this conversation. He couldn’t blame Alejandro though. From outside eyes you and Soap could be seen as a good pair. Simon hated the thought of anyone thinking you were with anyone but him- yet he did almost nothing to make it seem like you were with him. Only the most observant people- such as Price- noticed the little things Ghost did for you. The way he always carried extra of your ammo in case you ran out. The way he always made extra of his breakfast for you to have some too. The way he would put up a fight when Price wanted to send you on a mission without him.

“I’d have to agree with Ghost on this one.” Captain sighed, standing up from his chair. He patted Ghost on the shoulder. “I’m gonna get started on lunch.”

“I’ll go with you!” Alejandro and Rudy were quick to stand up.

“What you don’t trust me?” Price raised a brow.

“Well I don’t know if you brits are very well known for you food.” Alejandro chuckled, wrapping an arm around Prices shoulder.

“You kiddin’? You know how many cooking show take place in England?”

Ghost sunk down in his seat and tugged at his balaclava. The heat was getting to him. Plus the way you, Soap and Gaz splashed around in the pool looked so refreshing.

“Hey Lieu?” You swam up to the side of the pool, resting your arms on the hot surface. “You sure you don’t want to come in the pool? I could use some back up in here.” God how he loved your smile. It was almost enough for him to rip his clothes off and hop in. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen his face before. You were a jack of all trades- one of the trades being medicine. You had treated him for a head injury a while back and the way you accidentally called him handsome made it easy for him to take his mask off in front of you. It was the rest of him he was worried about. The bullet wounds on his abdomen. The burn mark across his chest. The deep angry scars all over his back- and all over him really. He wasn’t ready for you to know how fucked up he really was. He didn’t- couldn’t scare you off. So here he was. Sitting in a lawn chair, drinking a bourbon, in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt.

“Lieu?” You repeated. He knocked himself out of his trance.

“No, I’m alright.” He took another swig of his drink trying to drown out your pouty lip.

“Alright.” You sighed. “I was hoping we could’ve formed an alliance. I’m getting tired of Bubble Boy and his attitude!” You yelled the last part, causing Soap to shoot you in the head with a water gun.

“You’re just mad cause I’m winning!” Soap yelled.

“She’s kicking your arse.” Ghost shouted. His comment caused a whole new wave of competitiveness between you and the Scot- so much so that Gaz stepped out not wanting to get a black eye.

“I feel like we should be filming this.” Gaz chuckled, pulling out his phone. It was quite entertaining watching two highly trained soldier go after each other with water guns.

About an hour later Alejandro announced lunch.

“Thank god! I’m starving!” You groaned, pulling yourself out of the pool. Ghost suddenly decided the sky was much more interesting to look at than your dripping body. When he looked back down, he had to stop a groan from leaving his lips. There you were- wearing his shirt. His shirt. It was plain black- but had L.T Ghost printed on the back. His insides were swarming, and he barley had any time to process as you ran inside to start eating. He needed to stay there for a moment. He needed to calm down. He wasn’t use to this. Such little things completely throwing him off. He looked down, noticing how his bag and your bag were so close, that’s when he noticed another black clothing item. He grabbed it, holding it up. It was another entirely too big for you black shirt. The one that was probably suppose to be your cover up. So it was a mistake. You meant to grab yours but instead you grabbed his extra shirt. That helped ease the tension in his eyes. He should’ve known you were too good of a girl to be such a tease.

••••••••

The sun had finally started to set. All of you were still coming out of your food coma, and spread all over the house to digest. Times like this were your favorite. Eating delicious food. Hearing and sharing stories with your almost chosen family. Now here you were sprawled out on the tile, your feet dangling in the water as you stared at the pink sky.

“You against company?” Simon asked. You lifted your head to see him sticking his head out the door. You quickly shook your head, giving him a smile. He grabbed a chair and sat down next to you. He followed your gaze and looked up at the sky. Your eyes left the sky in favor of his jawline. He had taken off his mask to eat and couldn’t be bothered to put it back on.

Feeling your eyes on him he looked down to meet your gaze. The mask wasn’t able to hide his emotions anymore- not that you caught the obvious adoration across his face. Your eyes traced over the scar that extended from his cheekbone down to the corner of his lip. He watched you watch him- knowing exactly what you were looking at. Yet he didn’t feel insecure. You had a glint in your eye, it wasn’t judgement or pity. The closest thing he could compare it to was understanding. You didn’t feel sorry for him. You didn’t look at him with any disgust. You just admired it. Like people would a painting that they couldn’t quite understand but enjoyed the feeling it gave them nonetheless. You enjoyed the feelings he gave you. The security you felt with him. You knew instinctually that he would always be there. Guiding you. Watching you. Protecting you. Making your day better- even in the smallest ways. His scars were assurance of that. He’d always fight his way out to be there.

The look in your eyes made it possible for him to say something he’d wanted to all day.

“Wanna go for a swim?” He asked.

[thedesperatewriter]

Soft Simon Riley is what I live for🤌

[thedesperatewriter]

If you have a girlfriend and are attached to her boobs 24/7, you better wish her a Happy Mothersday.

[thedesperatewriter]

Being a Sith is literally just having the force and being mentally ill. Like you wanna go slaughter the younglings cause fuck them kids? Go forth, spicy queen.

[wri0thesley]

Diluc being obsessed with being between reader's thighs. Spending the longest time alternating to see what gets the sweetest sounds out of them, a little clumsy from inexperience. Every so often he'll reluctantly emerge, lips glossy and hair mussed, asking "there?"

of course he is. at heart, diluc is a giver; he wants you to feel good and he will do anything to ensure you do. his palms wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place as lips and tongue work through the slickness of your folds, drinking you in like dandelion wine. uncaring of your wetness smearing his chin and cheeks and running down his face, too hazy in his enjoyment to think of anything but your soft little whimpers and the cant of your hips and the way your hands come to tug on locks of flaming crimson hair. it is not even that he’s desperate for you to come; he is simply enjoying the act of eating you out. of devouring you. his tongue darting into your little fluttering hole, his lips wrapping around your puffy pulsing clit - pulling back looking utterly drugged with how delicious you are, his cheeks flushed red and glistening, his lips glossy as he licks up every drop of you from his mouth, with the softest questioning noise of if he should carry on.

of course he should. he needs only the barest acquiescence from you before his head is buried between your thighs once more.

[thedesperatewriter]

Just realized something VERY important - I'm a Marc Spector kinda gal🌙

[pearliegates]

this whole situation is very funny

credit to @cryptvokeeper for the idea!

[thedesperatewriter]

Pretty much the state of affairs on Tumblr summed up right now

[the-darklings]

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader

a cursed mortal, a lonesome Dream Lord, and a story spanning one thousand years.

content warnings: angst, slowburn/slowbuild, mutual pining, dream being dream.

⏳ playlist | corinthian & wanderer playlist | pinterest board | inspo tag & asks | ao3 |

🌙  CHAPTER INDEX

YEAR 0-200

YEAR 200-300

YEAR 304

YEAR 304-521

YEAR 522

YEAR 522-619

YEAR 619-850

YEAR 916-994

YEAR 1021 I

YEAR 1021 II [coming soon]

BEYOND.

➥ BONUS CONTENT:

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ONE SHOTS:

inside of you, in spite of you ⋅⋆ ── [the corinthian-centric one shot, coming soon]

midas touch ⋅⋆ ── [dream & wanderer smut, coming soon]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ DRABBLES/BLURBS:

"I wonder what I look like in your eyes."

"I broke my rules for you."

“My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”

“You were worth the wait.”

when wanderer met destruction

goodbye, stardust.

s t a y.

currently accepting headcanon/drabble requests and discussions for this series, feel free to send something in!

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[thedesperatewriter]

I'm in love with this fic. When I die pls read this as my eulogy 😭

[sugar--baby-deactivated20230204]

hi ml <3 just wondering if you will ever be reuploading the lake house au with jjk men to your new blog, no rush at all :)

I don’t plan on reposting anything from my old blog. But I have been planning to re-write it :3 with the the gang and reader already at the lakehouse. With it start off like this :3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ very suggestive, reader attempts to go skinny dipping, the gang get handsy and foul mouthed real quick, hints at outdoor sex, light degradation, lake house au

Sitting on a lounge chair overlooking the sparkling lake. While underneath the large umbrella that is blocking out the sun. Glancing over at Satoru sitting on his lounge chair, rubbing sun block onto Suguru’s back.

You ask, “There are no neighbors right? No one else living around the lake?” The thought of taking your bath suit off and relaxing naked in the clear clean waters of the lake is too tempting.

Satoru answers with a, “Yeah, the lake came with the lake house along with the surround woods. So it’s just the five of us five of us out here.” Smiling while figuring that none of the guys would look at you in that way anyway. Since you’ve known them since childhood and they have never made a pass.

Only occasionally intimidating and questioning your crushes when they found out they didn’t have good intentions. So you figured you were strictly friend zone and since all of them have seen a naked women before why could you relax naked around the lakehouse, if the didn’t mind.

Asking loudly, “Would anyone have any objections if I walk around naked then. Understandable if so, but I just want to be free and relax.” There is a spilt second silence before Toji is the first to speak by say,

“Be naked all you want but don’t be surprised if my cock gets hard looking at you princess.” It has been years since you heard that nickname. Since when he started dating his partner’s would get annoyed with it, rightfully so.

Rolling your eyes and laughing in disbelief, before saying, “Yeah sure you’re going to get turned on by me. It’s not like you to try and flatter me. Anyone else have an objection before I take my bathing suit off?” Looking around at Suguru, Satoru and your gaze lingers on Sukuna. While he spreads lotion on his thick, tattooed arms.

Catching your state he grins and winks. While your cheeks burn and you quickly look at the lake. Reaching back and grabbing the string of your bikini top.

Suguru says, “You’re a beautiful women, and seeing you naked for the first time dripping wet from swimming the lake. It’s going to be hard for the four of us to keep our cocks from throbbing at the sight of you.” A part of you feels like if you give into their words they might say they were just messing with you. It wasn’t uncommon for the gang to pull pranks.

Crossing your arms, and say, “It’s sweet that you guys brought me out here for the summer to get away because my bf left me. But none of you have to try and flatter me I know how you guys see me. Don’t tease me. This is a mean joke.” Sukuna sits on the edge of your lounge chair blocking your view of the sun. While Toji stands on the open left side of you.

Looking over to see Toji’s hard cock straining against his swimming trunks. He says, “I’ve been half hard at the sight of you in that little bikini. We aren’t tryin to be mean, trust me if we were the four of us would surround you and rip your little bathing suit off before groping you. We are just letting you know that if you get naked and see us all pitching a tent don’t be surprised.” Biting into your bottom lip taking in the outline of his cock. Then glancing up at Toji and saying,

“Then show me mean.” Toji grabs your hair and pulls you off the lounge chair and onto your feet. Making you stumble while Sukuna roughly smacks your ass. Before you can even gain your balance your surrounded by four of your friends.

Their large bulky builds and height making you feel small. While Toji grabs the front of your bikini top and Sukuna grabs the back. Both of them ripping it off.

Satoru grabs one side of your bathing suit bottoms while Suguru grabs the other side. They pull the fabric in two different directions leaving you naked between the four of them.

Satoru says, “Our dumb little slut can’t make up her mind one minute telling us not to tease her and then asking us to bully her.”

⇝ read more?

[thedesperatewriter]

IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

[thedesperatewriter]

Gege Akutami needs to personally pay for my therapy.

[nkogneatho]

I feel like if Gojo does die in the manga (if gege plans to be a bitch and break our hearts into a million pieces), it would never be a pathetic death.

He'll never wear his negative expression on his face. He wouldn't show that he is vulnerable and he doesn't have much time left during the fight. Instead, he'll fight til' the last breath with a cocky expression, making sarcastic remarks about how weak the enemy is even though he knows he is having a hard time to take them down. He won't let his heart accept that he's weak. He'll take the enemy down. He'll give them a flashy death.

He'll lie in a corner, his body wounded, covered in blood. His white hair stained red. But he'll still laugh. And then it will slowly fade and tears will gather at the end of his eyes. And at the moment he will think of his students, his friends that have died and then atlast, his bestfriend. And then he'll say,

"I finally have your answer, Suguru. I am Gojo Satoru because I am the strongest," he smiles. "Now let me show my true feelings as I take my last breath," the tear in the corner of his eye finally falls as his heart stops forever. Gojo Satoru, the strongest has gone for eternity.

[thedesperatewriter]

Please I think I might just die along with Satoru then

[demxnscous]

pretty thing

Itadori has been having difficulty controlling Sukuna. Desperate, Gojo comes to you for your help; he has already tried to quell the situation, but to no avail. When Sukuna does not cooperate, you are left in a dangerous situation as he threatens your life in hopes of gaining a leverage to use against Gojo: the woman he longs to love.

pairings: f!reader x gojo / f!reader x sukuna

contains: protective gojo, angst, friends to pining lovers (reader/gojo), possessive sukuna (reader/sukuna), pining sukuna (reader/sukuna), hurt/comfort (reader/gojo), captor/captive (sukuna/reader), slow burn but fast (reader/gojo), eventual smut (reader/gojo), NO SPOILERS, NON-CANON EVENTS, its so worth it i promise

warnings: provided for each chapter respectively: threats of rape/non-con (sukuna), slight dub-con (sukuna)

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv (to be announced !)

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[nkogneatho]

If multiverse is real, I want Satosugu to live happily ever after.

[thedesperatewriter]

THOSE LITTLE BABIES DESERVE THE WORLD😭😭