i was bitten by a radioactive spider and iโve been the one and only spider-man. twenty one year old latina (๐จ๐ด+๐ธ๐ป) swinging through the streets. daily bugle last reports having seen spidey-jade with her cult wife, suguru geto and toji fushiguro. angst enthusiast and the marรญas enjoyer.
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geto suguru swallowed malicious beings, forced himself to accommodate to humanityโs evil desires in spite of the awful taste that lingered on his tongue. what he would not allow, however, was for his daughter to go through the same thing.
PAIRING: suguru geto x fem reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: SFW but iโd prefer minors donโt interact with my account. existence of curses/canon divergence. angst. hurt with some comfort. main character death. suguru geto being a girl dad.
jujutsu society is cruel and unjust.
children are reduced to being worth what technique they had the fortune of being born with, of how much cursed energy flowed through their veins. their innocence, empathy, and kindness were often times stripped away throughout the years, experiencing how cruel humanity and curses alike could be. they were left jadedโonly the husk of what once was remaining in place.
itโs only then that theyโre shaped into the perfect weapon, contributing to a system that treats them like a cog in a machine. irrelevant and replaceable. into savoring every last minute of youth, squeezing years worth of memories and relationships into small pockets of time before theyโre gone. before theyโre only left with a bitter feeling of regret upon their last breath.
suguru could never see his daughter as a weapon, as something to hone and train to fight against a useless, meritless cause.
loud wails shook the otherwise empty halls of the temple, tiny body covered in vernix caseosa, waxy underneath his fingertips. she trembled against his chest, eyes wide and alert as she looked up at him. suguru felt the weight of the universe in that little stare, felt.. complete in a way he hadnโt before.
โnothing short of perfection. just like her mother,โ he murmured, walking over to your bedside. a few nurses stepped in through the doors, gazes stuck to the floor as they went over to clean you up. suguru placed your daughter in your tired arms, recognition immediately settling on her face. she didnโt cry, didnโt fuss. simply looked at you like you were her whole world.
you cleared your throat, voice hoarse as you spoke, โsheโs beautiful.โ as gently as he could, suguru slowly dragged a rag across your forehead. wiping away the sweat that dribbled down your face. the quiet shuffling of the nurses moving around quickly becomes background noise, your focus on the angel in your arms.
wide, violet eyes, much like the ones youโd fallen in love with oh so long ago, ones that youโd looked into while promising to be there in sickness and in health, stare back. you swear you fall in love all over again while staring at your daughter. she doesnโt latch onto her nipple easily, but when she does, sheโs quite greedy.
tiny razor sharp nails dig into your skin as her eyes flutter shut, suckling as if sheโd been starved. exhaustion settles deep within your bones, a good exhaustion upon seeing that your daughter was well, that she was healthyโbut one that leaves you tired and worn out nonetheless.
suguru doesnโt hesitate in taking the baby in his arms, seeing just how close you were to falling asleep. how utterly exhausted you were, melting into the sheets below. โrest. you deserve it,โ he whispered, pressing a small kiss on your forehead.
heโd take care of herโhe hadnโt dealt with nearly as much as you had in these last few months. hadnโt been as sleep deprived. you deserved the world and more for bringing his world to light, and if all you needed was time to sleep? well, heโd gladly comply.
suguru geto untied his robes with nimble fingers, neatly folding them and placing them on a plastic chair next to the couch. he stripped away his shirt, revealing yearsโ worth of scars littered throughout his body. some new, the flesh still raised and puffy, and some old: faded into silver, flattened marks across his skin.
however, the one he was most self conscious about was the x on his chest. a cruel reminder of a time heโd been too vulnerable, too simple minded to understand true danger, too weak. suguru didnโt take his shirt off often, didnโt want to have to face the gruesome mark. but, he let his daughter settle against his chest, warmth wrapping around her small body like a blanket.
โyouโre good with her,โ you noted through your exhaustion, a fond expression taking place as you watched them. how comfortable your daughter seemed against him, her tiny fingers wrapping around one of his. her breaths slowly began to even out with each rock, a yawn bigger than her leaving her lips. it didnโt take long for her to fall asleep, curled up against the scar on his chest.
what was once a cruel reminder was now a place of comfort for his newborn.
and while instinct had kicked in almost immediately, suguru was still afraid. afraid of not being there to protect his daughter when she needed, afraid of messing up and having her resent him. but somehow, just looking down at her, everything slowly started to make sense. โshe makes it easy to want to be good.โ
the words fell into a quiet room. you and your daughter had fallen asleep, peacefully resting after the eventful afternoon that youโd shared. from your strain to bringing her out into the world to her struggling to get out, needless to sayโthe two of you were exhausted. suguru didnโt fall asleep just yet, alert in case either of you needed anything.
hands that once massacred a village in cold blood for the sake of protecting two little girls, that unleashed cursed spirit after cursed spirit to wreak havoc amongst the townsfolk were nothing short of gentle in the way that he treated his little family.
jujutsu society spread the news quickly four years ago: painting him as the worst curse user in existence upon the villageโs extermination. demanding that he be killed if he were ever to be encountered. he was cold and precise in the way that he handled meetingsโin the way that he treated his members. giving them just enough hope and enough of a glimpse of salvation that they were begging at his feet with bills in hand for the following scraps.
he was a different man when he came back home.
overbearing, perhaps. but nothing short of devotedโmaking sure that you and your daughter were satisfied at the cost of draining his membersโ pockets. you mentioned something was bothering you? heโd have it fixed before you would have to deal with that issue again. your daughter wanted a new bike? she got it by the end of the day.
it wasnโt just the material stuff, either. you werenโt useless, much less after child birth of all thingsโimmediately pushing yourself into working after youโd been cleared by the nurses. while suguru knew he couldnโt stop you, that didnโt mean he was there to see you overexert yourself. โtake a rest, my love,โ heโd say, hands gently rubbing against your shoulder blades. he wouldnโt stop until you finally relented, taking a what he believed was a well deserved break.
and with your daughter, great things were welcomed and encouraged, but they were never expected. there was never the expectation that sheโd become a sorcerer when the age hit, that sheโd have to fight against spirits she didnโt want to. suguru still took the time to train with her whenever a meeting didnโt run too long, teaching her how to defend herselfโhow to throw a punch without injuring her fist, how to throw someone to the ground.
โhowโd i do?โ sheโd come up to him with a toothy grin, sweat dripping down her forehead. suguru would pass her a bottle of ice cold water, easing her into taking small sips of it before responding, โyou did great. youโre gonna beat your old man in no time.โ that got a little giggle in response, his daughter shaking her head.
โmy dadโs the strongest there is,โ sheโd say with a grin, self assured that alone was fact.
the first time that suguru getoโs daughter had absorbed a cursed spirit, she was six. barely aware of her own technique, but slowly starting to become conscious of it. techniques were often as simple as breathing, simply being able to do the act, but she quite hadnโt gotten the hand of how to manage it just yet.
itโd been a simple walk, the little girl curiously strolling through temple grounds, autumn leaves crushing beneath her feet. a wind blew past, rattling trees in its wake. it wasnโt the first time sheโd felt a malevolent spirit anchored towards her body, but it was the first time that sheโd been alone to deal with it. they usually never dared to approach when suguru was around.
the orb landed like acid against her tastebuds, warm tears streaking her cheeks. it burned upon going down her throat, tasted wretched and disgusting. her body wretched and curled, wanting to reject the foreign object and spit it back out. still, no matter how much her body didnโt want to, her mind wouldnโt let goโforcing her to swallow it down.
he wished he could tell her that it got better as time went on. it didnโt. the taste of shit and vomit never eased, no matter how many curses were absorbed. no matter how many times he tried desperately to scrape his tongue clean, how many times heโs tried to mask the taste with a bag of overly salted chips. the rancid taste remains long after, the sense of dread clinging on just as stubbornly.
so instead, suguru geto knelt down and gently placed a hand on her cheek. โlook at me,โ his voice was nothing but a lulling whisper, soothing your daughterโs distraught and wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. โyou are not a weapon and i am not expecting you to act like one. thereโs nothing you have to do that you donโt want to do.โ
she nodded her head once, leaning into his touch. her tiny hands wrapped around his stomach, head pressed against his chest. โthen why do you do it?โ she whispered through choked tears. a simple, innocent question. suguruโs hand rubbed against her back, thinking of his answer. itโd never been much of a decision at first. wanting to help humankind in whatever way he could, saving those who couldnโt save themselves.
then, it became an obligation to destroy the very thing heโd once sworn to protect. stocking up his arsenal with special grades, grade ones, grade twos when the time came for his attack against jujutsu high. to ensure that this burden, the disgust that he had to stomach, would be his and his alone.
โitโs something i need to do. to ensure you donโt have to, or that your mother doesnโt need to put herself in danger.โ the memory of youโattacked by a special grade cursed spirit still plagued his nightmares. blood dripped from a gash on your stomach, pooling around the ground around you. it was a simple missionโnothing more than a third grade yaga had said.
he never wanted to see you again in that conditionโdesperately clinging on to stay alive, your breathing ragged, your hands cold to the touch. he knew you were capableโknew that even though the special grade put up a good fight, you managed to put it down. still, he didnโt want to see you planning on the end of your life in your mid twenties again.
โand sometimes you get cool stuff like this.โ a large portal stretches out behind his back, white scales gleaming against sunlight as rainbow dragonโs summoned upon command. it stretches out behind him, long (maybe 20 feet) and majestic. she approaches him slowly, holding her hand out the way she would a stray dog.
rainbow dragon tentatively sniffs at her hand, leaning his head up against her touch. the rancid taste of the curse is quickly forgotten, soft giggles leaving her lips as she runs her fingers through the glimmering scales. โyou can ride him, if you wish.โ suguru hoists her up against the dragonโs back, long wings spanning across before taking flight.
loud laughter echoes throughout the skies as rainbow dragon takes her higher and higher, its body languid as it follows her commands. it glides between trees seamlessly, moving against the wind as if it were a delicate dance. whatever fear sheโd had quickly dwindled downโhandling the dragon as if sheโd had years of experience.
โthank you, mr. dragon.โ she places a small kiss on top of its head upon being put on the ground, running back up to her father. โdid you see me? i was like wayyyy up there!โ she pointed up to the sun before continuing to ramble, โit was so much fun, my heart was like racing!โ it reminded him of the times youโd ramble about something youโd enjoyedโhow animated youโd get.
suguru took her out to get crepes from takeshita street before the shops closed for the day in an attempt to cheer her up even further, navigating through the alleyways with ease. a golden bell dings overhead, announcing their presence to the employee at the front. โwhat would you guys like today?โ
he lets her order the sweetest item on the menu without complaint. something to ease whatever taste lingered on her tongue. suguru took something simple, taking a seat across from her on a table. it was a quiet for a minute, peaceful. the few stragglers that were around the shop left as closing time quickly approached.
then she broke the silence. โwhoโs the white haired guy with the blindfold?โ she questioned between bites, powdered sugar sticking to the corners of his mouth with each word. โi saw him in some of the pictures you stored away.โ
โhe isโโ suguru awkwardly cleared his throat, โโwas my best friend. the one and only friend iโve really had. heโs the strongest.โ
โooo, can i meet him someday?โ she chimes with a smile, taking a large bite out a juicy strawberry. suguru takes a napkin, lightly wiping away at the juice dribbling down her chin before uttering, โwe donโt talk much anymore.โ
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warโs declared against jujutsu high in the following daysโset for december 24th. the night parade of a hundred demons. thereโs no way to keep track of how many cursed spirits roam the streets of shinjuku, each one more threatening than the last. everyone had a job to do, someone to deal with and defeat.
except.. it doesnโt work out. you feel the shift in the air as soon as it happens, as soon as you canโt feel suguruโs energy. the plan had been crazy at best, a suicide mission at worst. but you, in spite of yourself, you believed that your husbandโs conviction was enough to pull this off. spirits are exorcised, members that once vowed their lives to the cause quickly run away, and you canโt bring yourself to move.
canโt bring yourself to accept the fact that your husbandโs deadโthat all the plans youโd made about welcoming another baby into the family were now ruined. that youโd have to continue living without him, that the smell of the incense he liked to burn and the smell of his cologne would fade away from your bedsheets sooner rather than later. even when satoru gojo confirms the news, you still canโt bring yourself to accept it.
the second time that suguru getoโs daughter absorbed a cursed spirit? he wasnโt there to protect her, to tell her that the duty of the world didnโt fall onto her shoulders.
the cold december wind was relentless, brutal as it hit through the sleeves of your sweater. your husbandโs lifeless body was slowly put down into the ground, your grip around your daughterโs hand tightening. suguru geto had failed in his mission and it was up to her to take the mantle despite how hard heโd tried otherwise.
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hi can i please ask what happened to your daredevil higuruma fic?
hi nonnie! i have it up under a (dare)devilโs advocate but itโs still the same content :p if youโre referring to a part two iโve mentioned, i unfortunately havenโt gotten around to it yet
after getting back home from serving in the marine corps, toji hopes to return to a normal life with his family where heโs mowing the lawn at ten am, having dinners and listening to his kids scream and giggle on the playground. not having to bury them after a trip goes wrong.
CASE 01: THE PUNISHER
PAIRING: punisher! toji fushiguro x defense attorney! fem reader
CONTENT WARNING: 18+ content, MDNI. angst. neglect from the zenโin clan/family trauma. mentions of murder and war. family loss. follows some of the canon lore. mentions of sleeping around. pretty much toji backstory.
NOTE: posting this before colombia wins tonight ๐ in all seriousness, this projectโs so near and dear to me and i hope you all enjoy the read <3 a big special kiss on the forehead to @suguruss1ut and @sextier for listening to me talk about this/proofreading it MWAH
what is the value of human life?
some argue that value lies within how much an individual brings to a society, assessing what the cost would be of removing them as an asset. others say that every human has the same value as the person standing next to them simply for being a creature capable of cognitive thought and complex language.
and if you were to ask someone in the black market, theyโd give a definite price on the overall health and sustainability of each organ. a heart for a million. a liver for half and some change. an eye for 1.5 grand. the value of a statistical life holds a life at the value of seven through ten million when analyzing risk and benefits of safety regulations.
nevertheless, toji zenโin never thought of his life having much value. heโs been an inconvenience since the day he was birthed onto this earth.
december 31st.
the zenโin clan never hesitated to go out with the food they set out for ลmisoka, large steel tokikoshi soba pots prepared almost two weeks in advance to symbolize the long, fruitful lives they wished to pursue with the coming of the new year. the temple was cleaned to perfection from top to bottom, each surface shimmering clean and purified before the dinner began at 11:00 pm exactly.
brass bells would be polished and wiped down to perfection, gleaming underneath the pale moonlight. they're tested months before december comes, assuring that they're only the best quality money can buy.
the first contractions happen at exactly 7:00 pm, his mother wishing he'd at least wait another day before he comes out. it starts off as a light cramp, something that could easily be dismissed under the guise of being a stomachache. but still, she does everything in her power to prolong his birthโfrom taking an hour long warm bath in hopes that her muscles would relax and the contractions would come to a stop to gulping down glass after glass of water.
none of these methods work.
streets are shut down in anticipation of the crowds coming from all over to count down the new year in shibuya, making traffic at this hour nearly impossible. while his parents should be at home, cleansing themselves in anticipation of the new year coming, they find themselves stuck at the same red light for nearly twenty minutes before moving up an inch.
his mother's nails dig into the leather of the car, pained groans leaving her lips with each wave that racked her body. the contractions were much quicker, much more often and much more intense. his father tried, really did try to hurry, honking at others, slinking into empty gaps people forgot to fill, all while whispering empty reassurances they'd be at the hospital soon.
they enter the hospital at around 10:15 pm, finding the emergency room full of people sitting around waiting for their name to be called. his father quickly takes care of the sign-in, easing his wife onto a chair.
the sound of the bells ring in the distance, rung 108 times, an earthly desire being removed with each one.
even if they don't get to celebrate the new year as was tradition, there's a brief moment of relief when he does come into the world. despite just being born, he's a boyโalready marking him up higher in the line of hierarchy than most in the clan.
that sense of relief is nothing if not short lived.
he's reminded of how much of an inconvenience is throughout his childhood, how much of a failure he is when the lack of a cursed technique can't be excused with age or lack of experience. money was poured into his training, into honing him into the perfect weaponโฆonly for it to be all for naught.
many of his cousins, uncles, and distant relatives have long since developed a cursed technique. his older brother, jinichi, didn't talk to him much either, making up some excuse about training with the hei, about being needed by their mother, something, anything to avoid being seen with the black sheep of the zen'in.
he tries, at first. he tries to impress his cousins with shiny new toys he manages to come acrossโwhether that be a new ball or some flashy toy car. all he wanted was to get the chance to be included, to play the same as every other kid did. but toji doesn't manage to come too close before the group of children rushed away, scrambling to go play somewhere else like he was nothing but a deadly plague.
his aunts whisper. words cling behind the privacy of closed doors, words like โmistake,โ โdisappointment,โ and โbetter off deadโ leaving their tightly pursed lips. if the opportunity arises, they don't miss the chance to tell his mother, to whisper such venomous thoughts in her ear. toji sees the day when she stops seeing him as her son, when she starts seeing him the same as everyone else.
as the very thing that cursed her to a life of shame.
the scraps of food she'd sneak to his room out of obligation? out of some twisted form of love? don't come again, leaving him scavenging for a meal, starving most of the time. his aunts continue to whisper in her ear, offers about how their husbands could easily rid the burden that smudged and dirtied the zen'in name.
there's not so much as a hint of shame on their faces when they catch him pressing his ear against the wall, listening in to every horrible word that left their lips. better for him to know early on what was thought of him.
"toji. follow me," his father calls out one day before leading him through a dark hallway, dimly lit by a couple lanterns hung up on the wall. his smaller footsteps pitter patter against cold concrete, struggling to catch up to much larger footsteps. footsteps he couldn't fill no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many hours he spent training in vain to make up for his own shortcomings.
they're greeted by a pair of large wooden doors, a dark aura emanating from the room before it's even open. it reeks of humanity's evil, of all the things that should be discarded and exhumed. toji hesitates before following after his father, welcomed into an empty room.
large rows line up the granite walls of the room, each one holding spirits toji can't see. he doesn't need to see them to feel them, though. to feel how starved theyโve been throughout their incarceration in this room.
"they're calm for now, only while i'm here, his father speaks, calmly, "when i leave, they'll come out to attack. do yourself and do us a favor, stop being a disappointment for once."
stop being a disappointment.
wooden doors shut behind him, sealing his punishment in stone. slowly but surely, the creatures start making their way out of their hiding spot upon catching a whiff of toji. upon catching a whiff of a mere mortal, of the perfect prey.
toji scrambles off his feet, stumbling as he makes his way over to the wooden doors. they won't open. there's no handle on the inside, almost as if they're meant to keep whoever dares to step inside, well inside. his fingers pry at the door, trying to get it open, to get them to budge even just an inch. they don't. they stubbornly remain shut.
"open up," he stubbornly calls out. it's not begging, but it is a rather desperate plea, "please, i'll try harder! just let me out!" his hands bleed with each claw he gives the door, with each second that his cries go unheard. his throat hurts, his hands hurt, everything hurts.
"please." his skin crawls over with goosebumps, the monsters circling around his body. a lamb to the slaughter. he hears their shrill whispers echoing through his skullโabout how easy his flesh would be to rip through, how long theyโve waited for meal like this.
toji knows no one is coming, but still, foolishly, he waits to hear footsteps echoing across the hall. for his mother to open the doors, to envelop him into a hug he hasnโt felt in years. the first spirit lunges directly, fangs beared out and claws outstretched in front of its body. he glides through air at the speed of light, punching through the spirit before it even realizes itโs been hit.
purple goo hits concrete with a loud splat that resounds throughout the vast pit, the other curses immediately rushing into a battle. an army against a boy. every single one of his senses is finely attuned to each of their movementsโsmelling their putrid breath every step they take closer, listening in to claws scratching against concrete, feeling goosebumps crawl up his skin they prepared to attack.
none of the spirits managed to survive toji zenโinโs wrath. one of them managed to get a good scratch in, driving their claw through the corner of his right lip. crimson stained the floors then, creatures momentarily distracted by the taste of iron before he managed to get his final attacks in. his fist slid through thick layers of flesh as if it were nothing more than just sandpaper, leaving nothing but a trail of goo behind him.
fear sparked throughout the clan when he stepped out of the room with only a scar across his lipโhe was supposed to be dead. those spirits were supposed to be troublesome, were supposed to be the finest arsenal that the clan had at their disposal. who was to say he couldn't massacre them the same way if he chose to do so? no one dared to face him anymore, trembling in their spots if he so much as came near before rushing in the other direction.
there were talks. about eliminating him now before he became a threat they possibly couldn't handle. "kill him while he's asleep," naobito suggested, words slurring while he spoke but filled with meaning all the same. the rest of them nodded, deliberating his life the way one would choose what to eat for dinner. his mom hesitated before speaking up, "is that really necessary?"
a pregnant pause befell the room before boisterous cackles burst through the walls, naobito near stumbling and falling from his spot. he took a few steps forward, the scent of beer on his lips while jabbing a wrinkled, crooked finger in her chest. "you want us to risk our safety over what you cursed this family with? we're already being treated like a joke by the other clans because of you, that boy was supposed to be the heir!"
she shrunk down underneath his gaze, shaking her head. "no, of course not. i don't think the clan should suffer over myโฆ incompetence." naobito let out a scoff but didn't push further, walking back over to the front of the room. despite their words, no sorcerer alike was willing to go up against the man who managed to survive the pit. he went ignored.
the first time that toji zenโin kills a human being, a grade one sorcerer, he throws up. bile raises up his throat, burning as it drops onto a filthy hotel toilet. he's not sure how long he scrubs his hands for after, his skin dried up and yet, he's not able to rid himself of the blood that clings under his fingernails with a vengeance.
his eyes flutter closedโthe image being imprinted in his mind so clearly. the sign of the man clinging onto the last bits of life, trying to desperately heal themselves to no avail. he remembers watching the life fade away from his eyes, watching the color shift to a ghoulish grey and the light dim down until there's nothing left.
nothing but residuals and a husk of a body to show for the life that he's lived for. but toji does what needs to do to survive. there's only one thought that courses through his mindโ leaving the zenโin clan behind.
the second time that toji zenโin kills a human being is in the midst of a war, joining the military after turning eighteen and moving overseas with no money to his name or anywhere else to go. he doesnโt flinch when he pulls the trigger, when the man begs to see his family one last time. heโs been stripped away from compassion, from weakness into the perfect weapon. his commanders label the killing as a necessary measure to survive. he doesnโt question it.
his only focus is on survival. thereโs not a day that threats donโt land on the baseโs doorstep, locals telling them to get the hell out. humanity slips away from his comrades with each grenade thrown, with each member of the troop they have to bury. he hears things not meant for his earsโtalks between the japanese and us government about allowing military entry into japan.
โadmiralโs been talking. says that some sorcerer kenjakuโs trying to convince the president into intervening in japan. something about a new energy source,โ one of his lieutenants speaks in a hushed whisper, the rest of the troop gone to bed for the night. toji inches forward to the carp, staying in the shadows. they donโt notice his presence.
โhow many soldiers you think weโre gonna need?โ the other responds, looking the carp at the slightest sway of the wind. โmaybe ten to twenty thousand.โ they continue to have their conversation under the guise of being private, sharing sensitive information about nuclear weapons, about how many soldiers were likely to die. toji doesnโt tell anyone what heโs heard.
he sees things he shouldnโt see, how his superiors donโt hesitate in killing a soldier as soon as they step out of line, as soon as they reveal information meant to be kept top secret. itโs not just at the top: thereโs deals between soldiers and the localsโa couple thousand dropped in exchange for a new drug and weaponry trade.
the sound of missiles rushing through the atmosphere and the boom of artillery becomes the lullaby that toji zenโin closes his eyes to. he doesnโt dare to fall asleep for more than five minutes at a time, running off spite and caffeine more often than not. he saw what happened to the troops that got too comfortableโeither killed by the enemy or by the higher ups themselves.
most of his comrades spend their time missing their family back homeโspending each spare second they had available calling their wives and whispering promises theyโre not even sure they can keep. every day blends into one: the same routine of being woken up by a loud blare at four in the morning, training until their bones felt like a glob of gelatin holding them together, addressing any threats, and eating dinner before going off to bed at nine.
itโs all the same to him.
thereโs nothing for toji when his contract comes to an end. no home awaiting his return with excitement, no warm meals on his plate. just hotel rooms with paint splitting across the walls, toilets that havenโt worked properly in half a decade, and beds that leave him struggling to get up in the morning.
the money that he does end up earning from the tour ends up going into an expensive arsenal of weaponry and horse races. , often leaving him scrambling to count his pennies for the next meal heโd have. sometimes heโd get a woman to pay to sleep with him, pounding her through a squeaky mattress without so much as knowing her name.
toji didnโt hesitate on agreeing to another tour when his commander reached out.
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light comes to him in the form of fushiguro-san.
itโs not long after he overhears the conversation between his lieutenants that his squadron is sent over to japan to investigate cursed energy and the special grade sorcerer: satoru gojo. toji sees the mission for what it isโa suicide mission commanded by his superiors.
no matter how many grenades, how many guns, how many rounds they have under their belt, none of that matters if they canโt penetrate through to attack the strongest. toji doesnโt mention anything though, simply keeps his head down under the guise of doing his work.
the streets of tokyo light up under fluorescent lights, shops open until late in the night for any stragglers refusing to go home just yet. laughter bubbles around him from the few people passing by, huddled up into small drunken groups. he steps into a small restaurant tucked away between two larger buildings, the warm scent of broth welcoming him as he stepped foot inside.
a young woman walks over, greeting him with a forced smile plastered across her face. โhi. what can i get for started for you twenty minutes before closing?โ she questioned as she passed over a menu, her eye twitching at the last part. ah, heโd ruined any chance of her leaving early tonight. whoops.
toji merely meets her gaze with an amused grin on his face, raising a brow. he doesnโt so much as look at the menu before he questions, โwhat do you got?โ
the woman in front of him shoots him a deadly glare, an exasperated scoff leaving her lips before she retorts, โif you look at the menu right in front of you, youโd see what we have.โ
he shrugs. โiโm aware. i want to see what you recommend for me.โ
the woman takes the menu, grumbling under her breath at the notion of having to work after hours all the way back to the kitchen. she comes back with a steaming plate of takoyaki, bonito flakes and mayonnaise coating the top of the octopus balls.
the first bite of his food is near heavenlyโthe tempura, octopus, and picked ginger filling formed the perfect symphony when landing on his tongue, the flavors complimenting each other spectacularly. scarfing down the food in less than five minutes straight, his plateโs licked clean and even the woman looks appalled by his gluttony.
she quickly clears her throat, imputing that order into the register. โthatโll be 800 yen.โ
he digs through his pockets for a few coins, scattering them across the counter in front of him. โkeep the change,โ he tells her before heading out, pushing his hood back over his head.
counting the coins in her hand, she lets out a disbelieving scoff. โyouโre three hundred and twenty yen short!โ she yells after him, a few street goers turning to look at her, โasshole!โ
โsee you tomorrow!โ
toji starts ditching the canned beans and near expired ground beef they had the disgrace of calling food at base to walk the three miles over to the restaurant she worked, coming over near closing time once everyoneโs dispersed. he pulls his hood over his head, padding through near-empty streets like a ghost. a little bell chimes when he steps into the restaurant, fushiguro-san looking up from the teriyaki stain she was diligently trying to remove.
โi thought you wouldnโt show up,โ she spoke up with a smile he could only describe as fond, setting her rag down on the table. toji pushed his hood down, slowly stepping inside (as if heโs waiting for the moment sheโll reject his presence) and plops down on one of the counter stools.
โcouldnโt have you miss me too much.โ she doesnโt dignify him with a verbal response, merely letting out a quiet scoff before moving into the kitchen. she reappears with a brown paper bag in her hand, grease staining the bottom of it and sticking to her fingers.
for a man who once didnโt have much to live for, who didnโt have anything to look forward to, he started to find meaning in every little meeting he shared with fushiguro-san. in every little thing he learned about herโin what she likes to do (โgardening, sometimes. iโm not that good at it but i still like to grow my own veggies when i can,โ sheโd shared over a warm cup of coffee), in what kind of food she liked to cook, in what she wanted to do outside of waitressing (โmaybe iโd open up a small business, not really sure what iโd sell though.โ)
toji wanted to be a better man, a man that was deserving to be in her life as anything other than the one she held pity towards. it wasnโt a change that happened overnight, none of his habits gone at the snap of a finger. stacks of lottery tickets were traded in for one per week, before eventually dwindling out.
where takeout boxes once scattered every corner of whatever hotel he happened to be staying in, they were now replaced by cutting boards, by pots and pans, by home cooked meals that practically tasted like love at the first bite. he had someone to come to when this tour was over, a home that they built together throughout the years.
toji saved up every last coin he had available to buy an expensive diamond ring upon his contract coming to an end, promising to stay by her side in sickness and in health throughout the rest of his days. it was a promise he intended to keep, sheโd brought meaning into a life he deemed miserable and unfulfilling. he went from simply surviving to wanting to live, spending his time browsing through school districts, apartments, and nurseries as their little family of two grew to three with little tsumiki.
his commander reached out with another contract in exchange for a few years. โone tour and iโll come home to you,โ heโd whispered before his plane took off, placing the most gentle of kisses upon her forehead.
โweโll be waiting for you,โ she assured, a hand splayed across her stomach. โme, tsumiki, and megumi when he decides to come out.โ
โ
red.
that was the only thing toji could see when he turned around. his fingers trembled against the ice cream cones in hand, three scoops splattered across the floor as if mimicking the pools of blood dribbling and pouring out of his familyโs bodies. he shouldโve been the one dead, not them. if only he hadnโt turned his back around.
if only he hadnโt come back home from the marines.
if only he hadnโt stepped into that restaurant and ruined her future that afternoon.
it was all his fault and there was nothing he could do about it now.
there wasnโt anyone around, scrambling up to their feet to take off running before toji managed to catch up to them. the ice cream truck behind him pulled out of their spot in a rush, tires squealing against pavement. thereโs just three bullet shells and the ghost of where his children had once been laughing amongst themselves.
it was too precise to be a coincidenceโthere were no other parents around, no one who wouldโve simply targeted a group of strangers at a playground.
โdad, make sure to get me strawberry!โ tsumiki had called out with a large grin, pushing her little brother in his swing. the little boy, in spite of often not sharing much emotion, giggled and clapped his chubby little hands each time she pushed him up higher.
โyeah, yeah, will do,โ toji muttered, walking over to where his wife was sitting comfortably on a picnic blanket with a book on her lap. he pressed a small kiss against her cheek, her expression softening up at the contact almost immediately. she met his lips in the gentlest of kisses, one of her hands coming up to rest on his cheek.
tsumiki and megumi turned to look at the two, retching and pretending to throw up at the scene. pointing at the scene with scrunched noses and giggling as they shouted, โewwww, gross!โ
his wife let out a quiet laugh against his lips, the sound bubbly and airy and all too perfect after months of not hearing her. โget me vanilla too, please,โ she whispered, pressing a small kiss on his cheek before he walked off.
toji walked over to the ice cream truck parked on the street, expecting to find an eager line of children in front of him with dollar bills clutched in hand. thereโs no one there but him. maybe that shouldโve been the first warning sign. โhey, what can i get you man?โ the window opens, a relatively old looking guy looking out at him.
โone vanilla scoop, one strawberry, and one rocky road.โ he passed over a ten dollar bill, the window in front of him shutting once more. toji turned around to see his wife smiling back over at him, giving a small wave. the next time that he happened to turn around, he wasnโt so lucky to be met with the same smile.
it was supposed to be a innocent trip to the park. where his children could enjoy a day in the fresh outdoors on a warm sunny day and run around, feel the grass underneath their feet. toji had just arrived from tourโbasking in all the late mornings sleeping with his wife, waking up to seeing her smile at him, listening to megumi call him โdada!โ in person instead of a static phone line, and tsumiki paint all over his face like her personal canvas.
it wasnโt enough time. it would never be enough time.
he dropped down to the floor, fingers pressing against the gaping wound on his wifeโs chest. he couldnโt feel a pulse beneath his palms, blood streaming through his fingers despite his attempts to put pressure on the wound. โstay with me,โ his voice cracked, vision blurring at the edges, โstay with me, come on.โ
her expression was frozen into one of shock, fingers stretched out by her side like she was about to run after the kids. his head dropped, holding her against his chest. blood smeared onto his fingers, face, and clothes but that was the least of his concerns. โambulanceโs almost here, just hang on.โ deep down, he knows that she died the moment the bullet entered her body.
toji brushed away a couple strands that fell onto her forehead, touch as gentle as could be. heโd been given a little slice of meaning just to have it be coldly ripped away from his hands. red, white, and blue lights melted into a blur as police and emergency services rushed to the scene, asking him questions that he didnโt know the answer to.
โdid you see who the culprit was?โ no.
โdo you have any reason to believe someone was targeting you or your family?โ they were met with a deadly cold glare in response.
โsir, do you need one of us to give you funeral service pamphlets?โ he was supposed to be thinking of their next trip as a family, maybe off to the beach. he didnโt dignify that with a response.
while today heโd be mourning his wife and children, burying their body in the ground while wishing it was him instead, heโd be out for blood tomorrow.
as always, iโd love to hear your thots and thank you for reading up to this point :3
CONTENT WARNING: 18+ content, MDNI. unplanned pregnancy. baby gumiโs teething. toji the relationship expert. reader and sukuna are lwk awkward.
NOTE: hi everyone ^.^ sorry about the delay on this part, i hope you enjoy and as always, iโd love to hear your thoughts
ryomen sukuna truly did not believe that he could stoop any further than he already had by resorting to begging.
unfortunately, he was coming to learn that was just scraping the tip of what he believed rock bottom could be.
while youโd agreed to giving him a second chance, you also seemed determined in keeping as much distance from him. only messaging when he missed an appointment (โhey, babyโs fine. grew to 12.5 inches.โ) or when yuuji stole his phone to send a barrage of emojis to you on your fifteen minute break.
you didnโt want to be disappointed when he inevitably got tired of this again.
sukuna found out how desperate he was willing to get when he knocked on tojiโs door at midnight, much to mrs. fushiguroโs annoyance. โtoji. thereโs someone at the door for you,โ she called out, rubbing a hand over her exhausted features. probably wondering if it was time to change addresses.
he wipes his feet off on the welcome mat, taking all of two steps inside the apartment when a finger jabs itself into his chest. โif you wake up megumi, iโm cutting your balls off and making you put him back to bed.โ he felt a shiver go up his spine at the threat. he had no doubt the 5โ2 woman standing in front of him was more than capable. instead of arguing, he merely nodded and took a seat on the couch.
toji comes out the bedroom equally exhausted, hair sticking up in every direction and a yawn leaving his scarred lips. his eyes narrow at the sight of sukuna, shirt lifted a sliver as he scratches his stomach. โbetter have a good reason for coming here at ass-oโclock in the morning.โ
โyour wifeโs scary, man,โ sukuna whispers once sheโs retreated into the bedroom, the door shutting carefully behind her. heโs not one to be terrified from much, not from horror movies or from haunted houses, but a sleep-deprived woman was more than enough to leave him unsettled.
โyou try dealing with a teething baby,โ the other man countered, letting out a quiet scoff. the mere thought of that in a few months fills sukuna with dread, of sleepless nights and an inconsolable baby. โneither of us have slept in three days. now what do you want?โ
if there was any moment for sukuna to feel a semblance of guilt, it wouldโve been now. instead, he decides to continue, โi need your help figuring out to ask someone on a date.โ
the scowl toji sent his way couldโve killed him ten times over. โthis couldโve been a text, you idiot.โ
sukuna merely shrugged, folding his arms across his chest. โi needed you to see how serious i was about this,โ he tried to justify, barely avoiding the cushion toji sent flying at full speed towards his face. he canโt even remember the last time he went out on date if it wasnโt for the intention to fuck them afterwards.
with an exasperated sigh, toji leans back against the couch cushions and decides to entertain his stupid dilemma, โyouโre asking your baby mama out on a date? or someone else?โ
โthere is no one else,โ sukuna retorted, shaking his head. โjust her. she agreed to give me a second chance but she keeps treating me like iโm a stranger or something.โ
โwell, you could just aโโ tires screech against asphalt when a car speeds by the quiet neighborhood, bass nearly making the house rattle from how loud it was and engine roaring at full force once they speed up even further. for a split second, none of them dares to make a sound. hoping that somehow, some way that wasnโt enough to wake up the sleeping baby.
it was a foolish notion.
a loud wail rips from the bedroom all the way to the living room, the lights flipping on a short moment afterward. โshh. itโs okay, sweetheart. youโre okay,โ he can hear mamaguro whispering to him, humming a quiet melody that usually works wonders on her son.
mrs. fushiguro steps out into the living room with a fussy megumi in her arms, passing him over to sukuna without warning. โi told you what would happen if megumi woke up. youโre lucky iโm too tired to castrate you right now.โ
โwasnโt even my fault the brat woke up,โ he hissed underneath his teeth, passing megumi back over like a hot potato. the baby lets out a small giggle, clapping his little hands at the โgameโ between the two of them.
miss fushiguro passes him back over, a deadly glare on her face despite megumiโs giggles. โi donโt care. youโre putting him back to sleep, itโll be good practice for when you have your own in a few months,โ she hissed out, arms folded across her chest.
sukuna glances over at toji for help, offering the wailing baby over. maybe itโs out of slight fear of his wife (and sleeping on the uncomfortable couch), but he doesnโt dare meet sukunaโs gaze. he only shrugs before speaking up, โwhat my wife says goes.โ
instead of protesting further, he decides to put into practice what heโs learned from him with yuuji, sliding one hand up to support megumiโs neck while the other moves to rest against the back of his legs, baby resting his head against the crook of his elbow. once megumiโs comfortable enough, he slowly begins to sway the baby side to side to soothe him.
it does nothing to soothe him. at the sight of the strange man suddenly holding him, megumi kicks and wails even louder against his arms. โsee? your kid doesnโt like me,โ sukuna protests, passing the kid over. mrs. fushiguro wasnโt having much of itโleaving the room almost immediately.
that only makes megumi cry even harder, thick drops of tears dribbling down his chubby cheeks. โpass me the teething ring,โ he grumbles out, each wail piercing through his already thin patience. no wonder mrs. fushiguro was so grumpy. getting up from his spot on the couch, toji quietly pads over to the fridge where thereโs an assortment of teething rings decorating the bottom shelf.
โhereโs some gel too, supposed to cool down his gums.โ toji passes over the bright orange ring, which megumi doesnโt hesitate in snatching out his fingers, and a small tube of ointment. sukuna dabs on a little bit onto the pad of his fingers, awkwardly holding megumiโs mouth open as he starts to lather it on in quick motions.
โow, fuck!โ megumi bit down on his pointer the second his finger grazed against a sensitive spot on his hardened gums, the man immediately pulling his finger out the babyโs mouth. megumi let out a laugh, clearly basking in the manโs pain, before going back to blissfully chewing on his toy.
the baby finally seems to settle down once heโs comfortably resting against sukunaโs chest, green eyes finally shutting and drool spilling from the corner of his lips. with a grimace on his face, sukuna wipes it off before adjusting his neck to a more comfortable position. โso what were you gonna say?โ
toji seems to consider the question for a moment, before opening his mouth again, โjust ask her out on a date to a nice restaurant. donโt cheap out on โer.โ wise words from the expert cheapskate. โdonโt make her feel like thereโs any expectations to it either. just treat her to a good time.โ
โโฆyouโre right. this couldโve been a text, you dick.โ
toji let out a quiet scoff, โtold you, man. simpleโs better, though. donโt do too much.โ he lets the words settle in the comfort of the living room, though it does give sukuna the final push he needed to make the first move. only when megumi manages to doze off for the night is that he finally moves, setting him down in his fatherโs arms.
โthanks man,โ he whispers, making his way out of the apartment as stealthy as a mouse. his nose scrunched up when the door creaked against its rusty hinges, but megumi was none the wiser. better for all three of them.
now was the time to figure out how heโd ask you. over text? no, seemed too lazy. even for him. knocking on your apartment and refusing to leave until you said yes? no, that seemed like an invasion of privacy. maybe approaching you after one of your classes? youโd be tired probably, but it was the one he figured would best work out.
with that, he set it into motion. heโd buy some overly expensive tea from the cafรฉ on the corner of campus (something without caffeine, preferably) before making his way over to your building before your class came to an end. โalright, class, thatโll be it for todayโs lecture. all modules are fully updated on canvas before tomorrowโs quiz.โ
the doors swung open at exactly twelve, your classmates making their way out of the room in small crowds amongst themselves. youโre the last one to make your way out of the door, hand resting on your swollen stomach. โsukuna? what are you doing here?โ you barely register him until heโs right in front of you, blinking in surprise.
he passes over the cup of tea, gesturing to a bench nearby. the two of you take a seat, a few people passing by to head across the building in a rush while some decided to take a seat at the cafeteria. โi wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me. on a date.โ
the sight of a man like sukuna being nervous is not one youโll ever get used to, but one youโre growing accustomed to whenever he approaches you. โsure, iโd like that.โ
sukuna only nods, โgood. iโll pick you up at seven tomorrow then.โ
โ
you donโt expect the date to go well at all.
you expect sukuna to ghost you a couple days prior, to text an excuse about how he canโt make it anymore due to something frat-related. something that squashes any hope before it fully takes the opportunity to bloom, before you fully convince yourself he actually cares.
> sukuna: you feeling okay for our date tonight?
the message makes something akin toโฆ hope flicker in your chest despite your best judgement.
> you: yeah, me and baby are good. canโt wait to see you tonight :)
throwing your phone against your mattress, you make your way into the bathroom to take a cool, soothing shower. the water runs down your body, but your mind runs through overdrive underneath the stream. youโre not sure what to expect from this date with sukuna, if his idea of a date is a box of chicken nuggets and a view.
youโre not even sure what you should wear, rummaging through your closet to try to pick out something semi-decent. not too fancy, you donโt want to make a fool of yourself (any more than youโve already done in front of him) but nothing too simple. settling for a cotton dress, you take a hold of a pair of sandals that feel relatively nice to walk in.
shoko gets up from her spot on the bed, padding over to you. her fingers reached out, adjusting the necklace you were struggling with. โsatoru fucked up,โ she started off, fingers grazing against your neck as she adjusts the clasp, โand i know i canโt force you to do anything, but i think you should speak to him. if you can forgive sukuna, you should extend that to him.โ
you want to argue that he made you feel like a burden, in spite of knowing everything youโd been going through. but you swallowed down whatever argument was in the back of your throat, taking into consideration how kind heโd been without getting much back. you understood why he felt disappointed, but you canโt help but feel as if he took advantage of the situation.
โiโll think about it,โ you murmur underneath your breath, glancing over at shoko. her expression reveals nothing but quiet focus before she pulls away, fixing the small charm on your neck.
โthatโs all i can ask you to do,โ she responded after a while, handing your purse over. โi hope you have fun, but if thereโs anything, anything at all, just call me.โ
thereโs a knock on the door just as you finish getting ready. sukuna stands at your door with a bouquet of flowers in hand, much nicer than the ones you ended up throwing out a few months back. his eyes widen a visible fraction, โyou look incredible.โ
โthank you. you clean up nice too.โ heโs dressed in a white button down, the material straining against his biceps every time he so much as moved his finger. a little bit of drool spills from your lips (youโd deny it if he asked). you take hold of the bouquet, bringing the peonies up to your face.
โshouldโve probably asked you, but i hope you like them.โ he almost seemed to shrink underneath your gaze, if that was somehow even possible. you shook your head, going over to put them in a cup of water at least. โtheyโre lovely, donโt worry,โ you reassure, setting them on your bed stand.
the drive over to the date destination was a bit of a long one, but you found that it wasnโt necessarily that bad. neither of you were rushing to fill the silence that lingered between you with pointless conversation. your gaze went out the window towards the various places you were passing by, each bright fluorescent light becoming a blur. eventually, though, you arrive. to a restaurant.
โare you taking me out to eat because you think iโm hungry all the time?โ you question upon your arrival, raising a brow. a thin trail of sweat drips down his spineโpractically sweating bullets underneath his button downโbecause yes, he assumed you were hungry. exactly what he got for listening to toji, though.
he tries to deflect anyways, feigning a confused look on his face, โno? just thought itโd beโฆ a less awkward situation.โ good save, ryomen.
โoh,โ you murmur, unbuckling your seatbelt once the car switches gears over to park. โwell, even if that was the reason, you wouldโve been right. iโm starving right now.โ
you barely hear him let out a relieved sigh upon sliding out of the driverโs seat.
โ
sukunaโs nothing but the perfect gentleman when you arrive at the restaurant. one large hand splayed across the small of your back, slowly guiding your waddling body over to a booth with soft lighting flickering above and an air conditioner blowing at full speed right next to your table.
neither of you say anything for the first five minutes of the date. your fingers tap against your sides, calling over a waiter with sheer hypnosis, while his gaze flickers from your face over to the very interesting ceiling tiles above. you could practically see the cogs running full speed through his head, trying to figure out what to say to break the silence. it doesnโt feel like the calm silence from the car.
yet again, what do you really expect from a man whoโs first words to you had been, โyou wanna fuck with a brother?โ before leading you up to his bed. the scrape of your chair against the floor when you move back cuts through the silence like a knife, screeching throughout the booth.
clearing your throat, you finally meet sukunaโs questioning gaze. โlook, i appreciate you trying to pull this date together, but i just donโt think this was a good idea. we donโt know each other and now weโre trying to pretend like we get along.โ were you running away? maybe. but it sounded better than sitting through this awkward dinner for more than another five minutes.
you donโt get two steps out the booth. his hand reaches out, fingers wrapped around your wrist. โletโs get to know each other. my nameโs ryomen, you?โ turning around to face him, you blink slowly, trying to gauge how serious he is. thereโs no trace of the careless man youโve seen throughout your previous interactions, just one that seems to be trying to make it right.
you take your seat across from him, giving your name and shaking his hand. โiโm majoring in finance, what about you?โ he decides to question, propping his chin up in his hand.
โa finance bro? yikes.โ that tease earns you a quiet chuckle from him. โiโm a biology major, though. trying to figure out what i want to do postgrad. maybe med school or a masterโs program. and you?โ
the two of you keep talking for a few minutes, getting to know more about each other, even if theyโre just the basic things youโd discuss during a class icebreaker session. a waiter approaches your table with a notepad in hand, โwhat would the two of you like to drink?โ
โiโll take a water, please. extra ice,โ you order, scanning through the food menu next.
โcoke for me.โ the waiter walks off once heโs finished writing it down, leaving the two of you alone once more. his gaze flickers down to his own menu, browsing through the different options. you almost hate yourself to admit it, but heโs not quite bad to spend an afternoon with.
they come back with your drinks in tow, setting them down on the table. โare the two of you ready to order the main course or do you still need some time?โ you look over at sukuna and the two of you share a nod. you settle for chicken alfredo and he decides to go for a $90 piece of lobster and steak.
gluttonous through and through.
โyou think about having kids beforeโฆall this happened?โ he questions once the waiter leaves again, gesturing over to your swollen stomach.
you raise a brow, taking a slow sip of the water in front of you. โbefore you knocked me up, you mean,โ you deadpan before taking a moment to consider the question. having kids wasnโt something youโd given much thought to before, especially this early on in your career.
โnot this early,โ you finally answer after a few moments of silence, mindlessly stirring a couple ice cubes around. anything so you donโt have to look up just yet. โthought iโd be an academic weapon, getting into the best internships, studying until sunrise.โ
now you could barely get out of bed on swollen ankles to walk your way over to campus on most days. instead of keeping your nose buried in a textbook, you had a napkin wiping off drops of blood dribbling down your nostrils while googling if that was supposed to be normal. (spoiler alert: it was. something about excess blood flow to mucous membranes.)
nothing at all how youโd imagined your life to be going. โbut itโs been a nice surprise so far. wouldโve liked to wait until i was financially stable and had my own place, but i donโt regret it. did you expect to be a daddy in college?โ
sukuna let out a small whistle, folding his arms as he debated his own answer. โi think you know how i felt about kids,โ he let out a small chuckle at his own joke, though it landed flat. you raised an unimpressed brow and he awkwardly cleared his throat. โright, not the time, my bad. wasnโt looking to having kids yet, or at all, really. kinda just pictured myself as yuujiโs cool uncle or something.
โbut i want to try with you. i know i wasnโt the best support (or any kind, really) and i was a dick, but i want to be there for you,โ he responds, taking a large sip from the coke in front of him.
โgive me your phone.โ he doesnโt protest as he hands over the device, nothing but texts from jin asking when he could babysit yuuji again or something regarding the frat. you sign him in to your medical chart before passing it back over, โyou should have access to see when the ultrasound dates are now. if you want to come.โ
he scans through the list of them coming up, memorizing them all to memory. it wasnโt much, but it was an olive branch heโd gladly take right about now. you were trusting him and now heโd have to make sure he didnโt miss any of the appointments, to prove himself to you.
โhowโs calculus treating you, by the way?โ you ask, shifting the subject away from the talk of kids just as your waiter comes by with your plates. steam wafts up from your plate of alfredo, the strong scent of melted butter and toasted garlic nearly making you drool.
sukuna shrugs, tucking a couple napkins at the front of his shirt like a bib. โtutor ghosted me so iโve been struggling a bit,โ he responds easily, โhard when youโre not getting rewarded with snacks anymore.โ
โmaybe if you ask nicely enough, your tutor might be willing to take you back,โ you retort, a teasing smile on your face as you twirl fettuccine onto your fork.
โmore concerned about not fucking up my chances for a second date,โ sukuna counters, cracking open the lobsterโs leg. heโs delicate as he takes out the meat, taking his patience to extract every piece. you stay quiet, though you know a part of you wants the same too.
โ
the start of the dinner had been rocky, you know that much, but it vastly improved the more you got to know about sukuna outside of the frat bro that you once had a fleeting crush on. the more you learned how to actually talk to him, to joke around with him.
your fingers donโt so much as touch the edge of a doorโs handle when you get back to the dorms, the nightโs cool breeze soothing against your warm skin. his steps falling into place with yours, one hand resting on your back while he guides you up the stairs. โyou didnโt have to walk me up here,โ you speak up once your door comes into view. you donโt make the move to step inside just yet.
โwanted to,โ he responded, pushing his hands into his pockets. a part of you debates inviting him in the dormโshokoโs probably gone off to be with utahime by now. butโฆ that wouldnโt exactly be the smartest choice, would it?
instead, you lean forward and press a small kiss on his cheek. โiโll be looking forward to our next date.โ
เญง synopsis it's not easy, falling in love with someone who is still getting over someone else. sukuna learned to be patient for you, but as his affection for you grows, so does his hatred for the man who made you so scared of love in the first place.
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เญง content mdni, angst, smut, some fluff too, hurt/comfort, sukuna pov, falling in love, very anxious reader, jealousy, post reader and gojo breakup, sex on the first night, protected piv sex, overstimulation, making out, biting, a little bit of a breeding kink, crying after sex, and a lot of crying in general, aftercare, moving on, posesssive sukuna
เญง a/n this is sukuna's pov of the story, you can find the other parts in this collection! this can be read as part 3 or as a oneshot too. art by @/riyalise & divider by @/diviniyae
"Who is that?"
Sukuna himself was surprised to hear the words leave his lips, but he couldn't help the curiosity.
He found himself sitting on an uncomfortable stool in someone's house party he somehow got convinced to attend, surrounded by the same boring faces as always โ until he noticed a new one.
A new girl, sitting on a sofa far ahead, involved in the party butโฆ not really. You had a tight hold on your phone, and you glanced at the screen every few seconds like you were waiting for a message that never came.
It made Sukuna anxious just watching it.
And right now watching was exactly what he was doing.
It wasn't just the fact your face had made his heart skip an awkward beat inside his chest when you walked past, not even noticing him. Nor was it the fact you seemed to prefer sitting alone rather than engaging with the rest of the party, something he could relate to well enough.
No, there was something else about you too. You just seemed soโฆ sad.
Smiling a pleasant smile whenever anyone approached, nodding your head and making conversation as you were expected to, sure โ but that odd veil never seemed to lift from behind your eyes.
Sukuna wondered how none of the other idiots here had noticed.
"My friend" Yuki answered his question with a raised eyebrow, in a tone that said she was shocked Sukuna had even noticed anyone else's presence in the room apart from his own.
He was well aware of other people's assumptions of him, so he didn't bother replying to her taunt. "Is she alright?" Sukuna asked instead, after he watched you check your phone for what had to be the tenth time in a single minute.
Yuki sighed, turning to take a look at you with a solemn expression herself. "She's going through a tough time" was all she said.
Sukuna didn't like the sound of that at all.
So he decided he wanted to change that.
He lifted himself up and walked right past Yuki, picking up a fresh bottle of beer on the table while he was at it. The blonde seemed curious but let him be, turning to rejoin the party as Sukuna strode far away from everyone, and towards you.
"This seat taken?"
His voice took your eyes away from your phone, tilting your head up to blink at him in surprise. Your eyebrows scrunched together, and he watched you quickly scan your surroundings, trying to figure out if there was anyone else he could be speaking to.
"No" you replied, almost like a question, but you moved to the side so he could take the seat next to you on the small sofa.
Sukuna sat down awkwardly, his broad frame taking up most of the seat, but you didn't seem to mind. "Here" he grunted, passing you the fresh bottle while bringing his own to his lips.
You were surprised at the gesture, but had no choice in accepting. Not with the way Sukuna was practically shoving the cold glass into your hands and forcing you to drop your phone onto your lap.
"Is that for me?" you asked, as if it wasn't obvious.
"Who else would it be for?" he asked, instantly regretting how sharp he sounded.
But you didn't scoff, or roll your eyes, or call him an asshole like most people seemed to do. Instead, you laughed โ only a small chuckle, but some tension finally seemed to ease from your shoulders.
Naturally, his own shoulders dropped as well.
"Thank you" you muttered, hands closing around the bottle, phone now forgotten to your side.
Sukuna didn't know why you were so attached to that thing, but he seemed to understand it was a good thing you had finally let go of it. "Let me" he said, searching for his keys inside his pocket to remove the bottle cap for you.
It was only a favour, something that had no business feeling this intimate. But Sukuna was far too aware of how his thigh brushed against yours when he leaned in, of how close you allowed him to move into your space even if just for a second.
The sound of air escaping the freshly opened bottle matched how his own finally leaving his lungs, he realised.
"Thank you again" you smiled kindly. And then, to his surprise, it was your turn to lean into him โ you extended your hand, clinking your bottles together. "Cheers" you said, completely unaware of how you had surprised him.
Sukuna nodded, reciprocating the gesture. He watched you tilt your head back as you drank, followed the curve of your neck and noted the beautiful angle it made with your shoulders. He hid his crimson gaze behind his own drink, but anyone else around would have noticed โ Sukuna was fucking hypnotised.
You finally lowered your hand with a satisfied hum, opening the first real smile he had seen the whole evening. "I needed that" you sighed.
Both your hands closed around the cold glass, phone still forgotten.
"Not having fun?" Sukuna asked, tilting his head to meet your gaze. You were close, very close, but you didn't seem intimidated by him like everyone else.
How intriguing, he thought.
"I am" you replied, looking away โ maybe because you were nervous, Sukuna hoped, or maybe because you were lying.
"Are you?" he questioned, keeping his eyes locked on your face. You struggled to hold his gaze, blinking towards him and then away, until you finally sighed and understood you couldn't lie to him that easily.
"It's been a long week" you confessed, looking down at your hands.
Sukuna let that hang in the air for a moment, letting the weight of what you said sit with both of you instead of you alone.
"Yeah?" was all he managed to say. He wasn't good with things like that, but fuck if this pretty girl at the party didn't make him want to try.
You only nodded, looking down at your hands. He saw your eyes blink down, then to your phone by your side, then down again, and finallyโฆ to him.
You opened a little smirk, more self pitying than anything โย and it was right then that Sukuna decided he wasn't giving up until he saw that real smile again.
"Let's change that" he said.
Three hours later, Sukuna had you crying for a completely different reason than whoever the fuck had gotten you that upset in the first place.
"Kuna, fuckโ I can'tโ" you moaned as your legs only pulled him closer, your hands clawing at his shoulders in desperate need, face all scrunched in a mess of delicious tears that he was enjoying kissing away.
"You can" he groaned against your skin, slamming his hips into yours again, earning a loud whimper that sounded like music to his ears. "Taking it so fucking well for me"
You brought your hands to his face again, chasing his lips desperately. He had one hand rubbing small circles against your clit, determined to get a second orgasm out of you before he had even had one himself.
When he had suggested leaving the party together, Sukuna hadn't necessarily expected this was where the two of you would end up. But hell, he wasn't mad about it.
As it turned out, you looked even more beautiful crying from pleasure.
"I'm gonnaโ" you whined as your back arched, body trembling slightly as Sukuna kept slamming into you through your high, enjoying the way your eyes rolled back and you completely let go, suspended in bliss and relief.
"There you go" he smiled, biting the side of your neck. "Knew you had it in you" he teased, and you let out an elated laugh, bringing him closer.
"You feel so good" you hummed, and Sukuna decided he wanted to push himself up just to see your euphoric face. He brought his two hands to close around yours, pushing both above your head as he interlaced your fingers together, hovering just above you as he admired you like a painting.
"Good" he replied with a sly smile, a particularly harsh thrust punctuating the sentiment. "You're fucking gorgeous"
Too gorgeous, he thought.
"You think so?" you asked, and he hated how surprising that was to you.
He kissed you again, as if to prove a point. Your mouth parted and your tongues danced, with all the excitement of an unexpected night, but far too intimate for a one night stand. "Gorgeous" he repeated, biting your lower lip.
"Th-thank you" you tried to say, and Sukuna laughed against your lips. Who the fuck thanks someone during sex for just stating a fact?
Why would he be sleeping with you if he didn't think you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, after all?
"Kuna" you moaned, that stupid nickname you had given him after your first orgasm, but he was beginning to like it. He enjoyed thinking he made you feel so good that his full name was just too much effort.
"Go on, say it again" he rasped to your ear, hips rolling deliciously into you.
"Kunaโ" you whimpered, legs closing around him, and your voice was the thing that finally tipped him over the edge.
Your nails dug into the back of his hands but Sukuna didn't let up, pining you with all his weight as you happily took everything he was giving you. Spilling everything inside the protection he was wearing, but he caught himself wishing there was no barrier between you.
Maybe next time, he thought, letting hope slip out in his blissful state.
Sukuna's hips stilled finally, face coming to the crook of your neck. He left a kiss there, followed with one to your jaw, tasting the sweaty mess he had made of you, and then one to your cheek โ your salty tears prickled his lips, but when he noticed your chest move up and down far too quickly, he started to worry they weren't from pleasure this time.
Sukuna pulled away from you fast, scrunching his forehead as he watched tears pour out of your eyes; slowly, not dramatic, like you simply couldn't stop them from escaping.
His breathing completely stopped, everything about him going very still.
"Did I hurt you?"
"N-no" you said as fast as you could, shaking your head sideways and attempting a smile. But Sukuna was not happy with your response still.
"Are you sure?" he prodded, not meaning to sound so stern, but everything in him was in high alert. His crimson eyes didn't leave yours, but his hands started roaming the curves of your body, caressing in slow circles to soothe whatever it was that had you crying like that under him.
Was he too rough? Was it too much?
Were you scared of him like everyone else?
To his surprise though, you let out a little wet laugh. "You're sweet" you said, opening a beautiful smile that completely undid him, despite the wetness all over your face.
Fuck, he thought.
Sukuna hoped you couldn't see it, but he was almost certain he was blushing.
"Tch" he grunted, rolling around to settle next to you and pull you into him. "No one else would say that"
"You are" you replied while Sukuna turned you to him without any struggle, resting your head right on his broad chest. He was so warm, you thought, letting yourself sink into him.
"Then why are you crying?" he asked again, unwilling to let it go. Sukuna tangled a large palm on your hair, softly caressing the back of your head, trying to figure out what the hell he could do to help.
"I didn't expect to, Iโ" you tried to explain, but those crimson eyes were back on you, and his other hand around your waist had you somehow trusting you could just be honest with him.
"I'm scared you'll leave" you admitted finally, voice too small.
Sukuna pulled away from you just slightly, just so he could see your face. "Why would I leave?" he asked, like the notion alone was ridiculous.
You swallowed thickly, struggling to meet his eyes. "You won't?" you asked pitifully, looking anywhere but him.
He wanted to kiss you to prove it. Wanted to hold you all night and fuck you again and again so you'd finally get in your head how much he wanted you.
But he could tell this went far deeper than just insecurities.
"Who made you think like that?"
Sukuna hadn't expected his question would bring more tears to your eyes, and it was almost like he could see you shut him away in real time. Your eyes fell downwards, and your hands played with your own nails instead of gripping him like he wanted โย clearly something still too painful hiding just under the surface.
So he didn't let you. "Hey" he called, bringing his hand to your chin now, to force your eyes up. "I'm not going anywhere" he reassured.
It sounded like the right thing to say, and he knew he fucking meant it, but why the hell did he feel like it only made you pull away even more?
"You don't have to do that" you shook your head, hiding into his side and attempting to sound more composed. "Sorry, I'm sure the last thing you want is a one night stand cryiโ"
"Stop" he interrupted then, stern. In one swift move, Sukuna was on top of you, taking on the role of cleaning your face with his gruff finger tips, trying very hard to be gentle.
He could see it in your face how surprised you were. How you expected to mean nothing to him. Sukuna was used to people assuming he slept around, but truth was, he didn't โ Sukuna didn't really do one night stands. Today had been as an anomaly for you, as it was for him.
So the fact you were crying, thinking he would just dispose of you like that? That pissed him off more than anything.
"I'll get you some water" he announced, leaving a gruff kiss to your forehead. "Then we can have a bath, and then you can tell me. If you want" he completed, far too aware of how serious he was sounding.
The last thing he wanted was to scare you.
But you smiled, surprising him again with a shy nod. "That sounds nice" you murmured.
He could have sworn your hand tried to cling to him as he stood up, but he wasn't even sure you were aware of it.
Sukuna did as he promised, taking care of you for the rest of the night. He cleaned you up, dressed you in his old oversized shirt that looked much better on you than it ever had on him, and held you tight for the whole night.
You didn't want to tell him why you were crying then, but you had time. This wasn't the only night you spend together, after all.
Sukuna hated to admit it, but ever since then, you barely left his mind. What started on that unexpected night turned into something more meaningful, day after day, kiss after kiss โ but still, you struggled to tell him what made you so scared.
He tried to figure it out himself, piercing together little bits of information you had given him, mind always conjuring up the worse case scenario.
He just had to understand why it never mattered how often you spoke or how nice your day was โ when it was time to say goodbye, he could see the silent fear creep up all over your beautiful face.
You tried your best to hide it, but he didn't want you to.
Sukuna didn't mind reassuring you, not really. Sometimes just an extra hug when you needed. A kiss to your forehead. A promise that he'd call later. He understood you just needed confirmation he wouldn't leave. Needed confirmation that you meant something.
Why the hell did you think you didn't?
That was the part that drove him mad.
And the day you finally decided to tell him, he understood.
It was a grim story about some asshole called Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo. The name alone made him sick.
He didn't even know the guy, but every time you opened up more, his hatred only grew.
It wasn't nice to be falling for someone who was still getting over someone else, but Sukuna learned to be patient for you.
Sometimes you pulled away, talked down on yourself, expected nothing but pain from the unavoidable feelings that were starting to grow; but Sukuna was always there to pull you back. He didn't blame you for it, after all, it wasn't your fault โ it was his.
The man who had taken your heart only to step on it with no care for how it left you to take up the pieces.
Satoru Gojo.
Sukuna looked up the asshole everywhere online, like a predator stalking his prey. He had to know. Everything in him was consumed by how much he despised the man that made you believe you were cursed.
He found his profiles easily enough, clearly the idiot enjoyed showing off. He had to admit he was good looking โ white hair and blue eyes and a confident smile. Rich too, it seemed. The type of guy who felt entitled to use people, Sukuna rolled his eyes with a scoff.
It wasn't nice to imagine there were probably pictures of him out there that you were in too. With that easy smile of yours โ the one Sukuna only saw rarely, only at times you let yourself truly relax.
You probably smiled like that more often before him, didn't you?
He hated imagining the two of you together, but Sukuna wasn't jealous โ he couldn't be, when he was the one you turned to. The one you were slowly letting into your heart; and Sukuna was in no rush.
Not jealousy, he reassured himself, heart hammering into his chest as he held you tight in the night, your nails digging into his bicep like you were trying to cling on even in sleep.
Definitely not jealous, he thought again, when your gorgeous smile returned one day and Sukuna caught himself wondering how anyone could have it in them to hurt you.
Not jealous โ angry, Sukuna settled on, fantasizing about punching that smug grin right out of Satoru Gojo's face, on a night you had cried when telling him about how you felt disposable.
Who knew opportunity would actually present itself.
That one fateful day, Sukuna had been waiting too long where you were supposed to meet before he decided to walk back and look for you.
What was probably only five minutes had felt like a life time. You were never late. Sukuna was fucking worried.
So he walked back, fast, turning a street corner and then another, until he finally saw you from across the street.
Oh. Maybe he was jealous, he realised.
Because standing on the other side was you, clearly upset, clearly holding back tears โ and across from you, the man he had only ever seen in pictures.
With his hand holding yours.
Sukuna's owns instinctively curled into fists as he rushed to your side, vision turning red.
"Hey" he yelled, crossing the street. "The fuck is going on here?"
Your eyes immediately snapped to him, managing to relax him the tiniest bit. You rushed to him, pressing two palms to his chest, pleading with him with your teary eyes. "Kuna, it's ok" you said, and he went over every little detail of your face to reassure himself that you really were ok.
And then, his crimson eyes shifted up.
Now that he was this close, Sukuna could see it clearly. That truth he could only have assumed before.
This Satoru Gojo was pathetic.
With his stupid mouth slightly agape, brows furrowing together like he was confused at what was happening.
Yeah, asshole, Sukuna thought. She's with me.
"Who the fuck do you think you are" he snarled, pulling you into his chest. "Putting your hands on my girl?"
The way the other man's face fell gave him all the satisfaction he needed, that smug face contorting like the words had physically pained him.
Good, Sukuna thought, not a sliver of sympathy.
You had completely hidden your face into his chest now, knowing exactly where safe was. Sukuna could feel how your breathing had changed, could feel the wetness in his shirt. "Please don't yell" you sobbed, and his heart hurt hearing you like that.
"He made you cry?" Sukuna asked, all focus back on you. His beautiful girl. His.
Crying because of this idiot.
His hatred towards Satoru was only outweighed by his love for you; Sukuna was fully focused on wiping each tear away, tenderly brushing his finger tips over your cheeks.
"I'm sorry I was late" you murmured to him, leaning into his touch. It was unfair how you could undo him like this โ this was meant to be the big stand off he had been dreaming about. His chance to beat up the guy who had made you so scared of love.
But now, he found himself wanting nothing more than to make you smile again.
"Don't" he replied with a kiss to the top of your head. "Got me worried sick, and then I find you upset and this asshole with his hands on youโ"
"We just ran into each other" you shook your head, hands balling into his shirt. The nice one he had bought for your date specifically. "It's ok"
Hell. You sounded so apologetic. As if you had done something wrong by happening to run into the guy.
You looked at Sukuna with those pleading eyes that begged him to forgive you for whatever crime you thought you had committed. Even in this moment, so scared he'd just leave.
Sukuna hated this.
And right there โ the man who made you think like that.
So close. So fucking close.
And he had the audacity to try and hold your hand.
Everything in Sukuna wanted to confront Satoru, but all his focus was on you.
Making sure you were ok.
Making sure you were safe.
Making sure you were away from him.
"He the one you told me about?" Sukuna asked you, even though he already knew the answer. He held you right where you were, your back to the white haired man, refusing to let him have another fucking look at you. "Let me get you out of here" he said kindly, helping you walk away.
You followed, standing by Sukuna's side, leaning into him for comfort as you continued forwards with your eyes glued to the floor.
And as you both walked away from him, Sukuna couldn't help another look back.
At his challenger. His rival. The man whose ghost still clung on to you in your darkest moments.
Satoru Gojo.
A man he hated so much, but right now looked nothing but pitiful.
Sukuna wasn't moved by his desperate tears. He was convinced Satoru Gojo didn't care for anyone but himself, anyway.
Part of him did regret not throwing that punch he so desperately wanted.
And as much as he hoped with everything in him that you'd never run into Gojo again โ Sukuna hoped he would.
Your roommate grew up on a ranch before moving to the City and now she INSISTS that you come along with her to one of the biggest rodeos around. Having moved in not too long ago, you reluctantly agree even though dusty, wide open spaces are a foreign concept to your polished City girl demeanor. By chance, you meet one of the biggest names in pro-rodeo complete with a belt buckle as big as his ego. A cowboy through and through, he hates the City and the people that reside it. Little does he know that lasting eight seconds on a bull is easy compared to fighting feelings for a girl heโs supposed to hate.
Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: slight enemies to lovers, eventual smut, Sukuna is a rodeo cowboy, reader is a city girl, slight mentions of blood/injury from rodeo activities, happy ending, kissing
AN: Extra credit if you know what real life rodeo this is based on lol. Dividers by @/saradika-graphics.
The carnival was about as lame as you had suspected, but you were making the most of it by having a good time with your friends. The people watching was top notch. Children scampered around, amped up on sugar from the plentiful cotton candy and funnel cake vendors much to the chagrin of their poor parents. Groups of teenagers cackled loudly, clearly enjoying their freedom away from their guardians and the adults werenโt much different. Beer and wine was available at almost every other cart so while the kids were going buckwild, the adults werenโt far off.
The heat of the day had subsided substantially, the jean shirts and skirts now replaced with full length jeans as a light breeze helped to circulate the stale air. The dusty paths had ladened your shoes with a sheen of brown as you and your friends trudged through the crowds, laughing and giggling at the scenes all around you.
After an afternoon break at Shokoโs place to cool off, the three of you were fully refreshed to take on the carnival together. While resting, Shoko had been grilling you on how your time with Sukuna had gone. Youโd shied away from getting into details as much as possible knowing she was desperate for signs of him being interested in you.ย
Sure heโd said some borderline questionable things that had made your heartbeat soar and caused your stomach to get all fluttery. But, the fact of the matter was that he was a country boy through and through and your worlds just didnโt overlap save for this one random weekend.ย
He was the entertainment and you were just a fan paying to watch himโฆone of thousands.ย
Who were you but one girl who seemed to pique his interest when there was a damn army whoโd drop everything at a chance to garner a second of his attention. You werenโt special, and quite frankly, you didnโt want to be. Surely this was just him being bored and lonely on the road, probably just wanting someone interesting to warm his bed.
Holding onto your dignity was more important than being used and humiliated by a man who damn near wasnโt going to respect you and likely you would just become the butt of his jokes to his other stupid cowboy friends.ย
Another notch on his obnoxiously large belt.
Geto had met back up with you all again giving Nanami another guy to shoot the shit with while you and Shoko pranced around in your tipsy states. What you were learning about being in the middle of nowhere was that drinking was one of the standard activities, not that you were complaining.
After multiple bottles of beer and way too many rides on the rickety carnival rides, your group had settled at some tables on the outskirts to โhydrateโ.
โSo whoโs gonna win a prize tonight?โ Nanami asks, pointing at the array of games on the edge of the seating area.
โFuck that! Shit is a scam,โ you bark back, making the whole group laugh.
โSounds like a skill issue,โ Geto shakes his head, โIโll win something no problem.โ
โSame,โ Nanami echos.
โOkay boys, quit having a dick measuring competition,โ Shoko slaps the table between them, making you burst into laughter.
Upon opening your eyes, you do a triple take as a flash of pink catches your eye across the seating area.ย
Pink accompanied by white.ย
Gojo and Sukuna taking a picture with a group of giddy looking girls.
You feel your face get hot, quickly averting your gaze. Suddenly the wooden table under your hands is the most interesting thing youโve ever laid eyes on. You donโt even know why you want to hide away.
Surely they wonโt notice your group of nobodies.ย
โOpe, the fan girls are in full force,โ Geto and Shoko chuckle as itโs clear the famous cowboys have drawn more attention. Oh well, better for you if they distract the pink haired menace.
Wait, why are you even flattering yourself with the thought that heโd even want to come talk to you?ย
โGojo is hamming it up as usual,โ Shoko giggles, making you look up again.ย
As she said, Gojo is clearly egging on the attention while Sukuna seems to be simply tolerating it, jaw tight as he smiles.
Then your breath hitches as you make contact with those dark crimson eyes, causing you to jerk your own away to focus on anything else.
โUh oh,โ Nanami mutters, noticing how Sukuna had honed in on you.ย
โOh god, is heโฆโ
โMhmm, coming straight over here,โ he cuts you off. โI can tell him to leave you alone if you want?โ Nanami murmurs, looking concerned.
Your roommate is sweet. Earlier heโd been a little more cautious than Shoko when listening to your account of hanging out with Sukuna, ensuring he didnโt do anything inappropriate.ย
โItโs okay,โ you answer quickly, painfully aware of the duo now just a few paces away.
The bench you are sitting on suddenly creaks under the weight of Sukuna throwing himself down. His blue jeans brush against your leg as he wedges himself onto what little space is left.
The scent of his cologne is familiar after being around him earlier, reducing you to a nervous mess as it attempts to awaken something within your brain. The static in your ears finally ceases when you hear Sukuna snap at the posse standing next to him.
โIโm busy, go away,โ he waves his hand, long sleeved shirt tight against his muscular arm.
โSave me,โ his voice is deep as his hot breath tickles your ear. You realize heโs dipped his face down so only you can hear him.
You giggle at his admission.
โAnd what do you expect me to do about this?โ you move closer to him, making him huff in response.
โWhatever you want,โ he grunts, sliding his sleeves up to reveal his tatted forearms.ย
Your skin suddenly feels hot as his simple words cause a reaction in your blood, like heโs daring you to take the bait. With the beers making you brave, you ponder doing something reckless.ย
โPretend to be your girl?โ you whisper.ย
He just gives you a smirk, shrugging his broad shoulders as he glances at you with lidded eyes.ย
Whatever the hell is going on here, you kinda like it. A million possibilities race through your mind in the mere seconds that pass, forgetting how your friends are all sitting right there.
You drop your hand to the bench, building up the courage before you place it on his thigh. It almost takes your breath away feeling his muscles tense against the fabric, Sukunaโs own breath hitching in your ear.
โCareful,โ he mutters, voice raspier than it was just moments before.ย
Psh, like he means that with the way heโs spreading his legs, forcing your fingers to slide to his inner thigh.ย
โTch, sure arenโt acting careful,โ you strain up to his ear, lips barely brushing his skin. Sparks rush through your veins and it's like you have tunnel vision, forgetting everything happening around youโฆeveryone around you.
Sukunaโs face flushes, ears turning a slight pink like his hair as he pulls off his hat and sets it in his lap.ย
Is heโฆno way, youโre thinking too much into it.ย
You were onto something though, all your actions were causing the manโs jeans to get way too damn tight on his dick as he tried to fight it to no avail.ย
โHowโs your side feeling?โ you ask him, trying to help distract yourself from the heat coursing through your body.
โMmm, it still hurts. But it didnโt open up today so if I can get some decent sleep tonight, I should be in good shape tomorrow,โ he answers.
โOh is that from earlier today?โ Shoko asks, looking puzzled at your hand in his lap. Youโre sure youโll get an earful later.
โYeah, she walked in right as it was getting tended to earlier,โ Sukuna responds, still holding his hat in his lap while raking one hand through his hair.ย
โIโm glad itโs feeling a little better,โ you smile up at him, tracing small circles with your thumb on the fabric of his jeans, enjoying the way he stiffens again. Youโre enjoying toying with him, unsure if youโre going to get some backlash from him later.
Eventually the crowd that was at his side disperses, so you figure your job is done.ย
โCoast looks clear,โ you announce to him, moving your hand back up to rest on the table in front of you.ย
He hums in response, shifting on the bench so his legs are closer together again. If he gives you any shit again, you are one hundred percent bringing up the boner he surely just had.ย
โGood to see you survived your time with this brute,โ Gojo teases, now sitting next to Shoko.
โFuck off, why do you gotta be like this?โ Sukuna snaps.
You start giggling with Shoko, watching Gojoโs lips curl into a grin as Sukuna gives him exactly the reaction that he wanted.ย
โLike what Sukuna? Also didnโt know you were such a gentleman taking your hat off at the table even if itโs outside,โ he says boldly, making you almost choke on your spit in surprise.
Sukuna meanwhile turns beet red, fists clenched as tight as his jaw. He slams his hat back on his head in response, glaring daggers across the table at Gojo.
โShall we go check out the games now?โ Geto jumps in.
โYes!โ you say quickly. โYou wanna come with? Or do you have to go be important somewhere else?โ you turn to Sukuna with a grin.
โIโll go. I already said this morning Iโm gonna win you something,โ he grunts, swinging his legs around to stand up.ย
Oh yeah you had forgotten that heโd mentioned that. You truly donโt believe he can pull it off because those games are designed to be impossible to win, taking money from schmucks like your group.
Sukuna stretches his arms towards the sky after standing up, shirt riding up just enough to reveal another massive belt buckle.
โWhy do you wear those?โ you point at it, earning a laugh out of the man.
โThese belt things help your pants stay fitted you know,โ he chides, earning a smack on the side from youโฆhis good side, you weren't that cruel.
โHa-ha, so fucking funny,โ you roll your eyes, he seems way more relaxed now that he wasnโt in โworkโ mode. โThe belt buckle, itโs massive.โ
He lifts his shirt, revealing the silver piece thatโs almost as big as your palm.
โTheyโre buckles given to rodeo winners, look closer,โ he explains. You feel a little odd staring at his waist, but you do as he says, noticing the buckle is actually quite intricate, similar to a high school class ring. Itโs engraved with a bucking bull and says โ2023 National Finals Champion - Houston Texasโ.
โWow, I had no idea,โ you say, standing back up, catching Shokoโs eye again. With no context, it mustโve looked like you were staring at his crotch.
โI was looking at the belt buckle, I didnโt know they actually meant something,โ you are quick to speak, making her laugh in return.
โWell, you can buy them in western wear stores, so not all of them mean you won something,โ Sukuna adds.
That makes sense, thereโs no way every man at this event was some kind of rodeo winner. Maybe there were some male cowboy cosplayers just like the women that got flamed for the same thing.
You continue talking as your group begins to walk, Sukuna falling in step with you. His brown boots are worn and dusty next to your white sneakers, you surely look wildly different standing next to him.
โSo how many do you have? Belt buckles I mean?โ you ask.
โUhhh, I reckon a lot. Iโve placed in probably like 50 competitions at least over the years since I was younger, but I donโt wear all of them. Some are sentimental, so I keep them locked away. Iโm vain though and like to wear the big competition ones,โ he chuckles.ย
You are surprised at how successful he is, feeling a little star struck. As you look around, the way people stop and stare cements it. The man draws eyes from all ages, even down to the children who excitedly wave at him. Sukuna must be used to it though because he doesn't even bat an eye, ignoring everything and focusing on you.
โThatโs actually pretty cool. To be honest I thought they were like lifted trucks. Public displays of overcompensation,โ you giggle, making him burst out laughing in return.
โI mean, it could be for some, not me though.โ
โUmmmm, what exactly are you saying Sukuna?โ you tease.
โBrat, thatโs not what I meant. But if youโre dying to know, no, Iโm confident in what Iโm packing,โ he mutters, making your breath catch in your throat.ย
โYeah, yeah, okay,โ you laugh nervously.
Is it the heat making your inner thighs sweaty? And your heartbeat slamming in your ears? Yes, thatโs definitely it. Certainly not the image of him pinning you against the concrete building you are walking past, feeling every inch of him pressed against your panties. Heโs so muscular and strong, thereโs no way youโd be able to move from his grasp, especially if he had your legs locked around his waist, driving himself into you, showing you just how that large belt buckle wasnโt an exaggeration.
More like itโs a warning, one that hints at how youโd probably have to stretch to accommodate him, feeling every vein on your snug walls as he finds spots inside you didnโt even know existed.
A loose rock beneath your feet lurches you from the vision, causing you to stumble. Sukunaโs strong arm is quick to react, catching you before you can humiliate yourself in front of all these people.
โGod you city girls canโt fucking walk once the concrete ends,โ he laughs, helping you steady yourself.ย
You donโt even respond, you canโt. Why the hell were you thinking about that?? Okay it had been a minute since youโd gotten laid, and you might be experiencing the effects of a dry spell.ย
โI need to go to the bathroom,โ you quickly turn towards the building, glancing at the outside wall one more time that was the setting for your nighttime daydream. โYou donโt need to wait for me,โ you call over your shoulder, not bothering to wait for his response.
You practically stumble to the sink, turning on the cold water to splash it in your face. The shock of the icy droplets makes you gasp, distracting you momentarily to try and pull yourself together. Staring into the mirror, you drag your fingers down your face, huffing back at the flusteredt reflection.
Is it really so bad to flirt with a hot guy? Maybe you were putting too much pressure on yourself. You were never going to see him again after this weekend. Youโd go back to your life and heโd find another you to hang out with at his next event. All of this was temporary, it didnโt need to be this serious.
After your internal pep talk, you decide to go back outside. The screams of kids on rides blasts you in the face when you open the door and the flow of people going by reminds you of where you are.
Sukuna is leaning against a railing, chewing on his lip and playing on his phone. Your friend group is a little ways away, playing some game that involves throwing a baseball to knock down some pins.
You swallow down your apprehension and march back towards him.
โI said you didnโt need to wait,โ you announce your presence once more.
โI wanted to,โ Sukuna shrugs, quickly locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket.
You lead the way towards the booth just as Geto knocks down one of the pins. He looks frustrated, staring at the next ball as if trying to imbue it with some spell to magically make it do what he wants.
โHas anybody won yet?โ you ask Nanami.
โGeto technically got the lowest level prize, but heโs been trying to improve it. I think he should just cut his losses,โ Nanami explains as you both watch the ball whiz past the upright pins, earning a loud scoff from Geto.
โYou playing?โ Gojo appears and nudges Sukuna.
โAre you challenging me?โ he answers, his lips curling into a smirk.
โMaybe. Gotta win the ladies something ya know,โ he says with a huge grin.
Sukuna scowls immediately, pushing past him to shove money into the attendant's hands. Gojo scampers up to join him, leaving you, Nanami, and Shoko to watch.
The attendant sets up three pins and explains that you have three throws to knock them all off the table. Sukuna rolls up his sleeve past his elbows, winds up, and nails a pin with his first throw.
โOh damn,โ Shoko says, equally as surprised as you. Maybe he will win something after all.ย
Gojo misses his first throw, pouting as Sukuna taunts him. You canโt hear them, but the two are bickering at each other. As much as Sukuna was hating on Gojo, deep down they really do seem to be good friends.
Sukuna winds up and knocks down another one as Gojo hits his second pin. One more to go! You donโt want to jinx him, but you really do feel like he can win it all. Is there anything the man canโt do?
You predicted correctly because you and Shoko squeal in delight when Sukuna effortlessly knocks down the final pin. Gojo shakes his hand in defeat, clapping Sukuna on the back as he pulls him in and whispers something.ย
Sukuna throws his head back in laughter as he turns around, pointing directly at you.
โMe?โ you mouth at him, looking around to make sure it was indeed you he was intending to point at.
He nods, pointing to the stuffed animals hanging from the roof of the booth.
You feel a little embarrassed because everyone is staring at you now. Thereโs no way anyone can miss this, usually guys winning stuffed animals for girls is labeled as some kind of love interestโฆat least it's that way in all the movies.
You hop to his side, holding out your hand to give him a high five.
โNice job Kuna!โ you smile as his large hand connects with yours, lifting an eyebrow at the way you shortened his name.
โKuna? Whatโs up with that shit?โ he smirks, standing up straighter like itโs a badge of honor to have won the game for you.
โJust thought it was funny. So youโre sure you want me to pick? You did all the work,โ you laugh, eyes darting between the numerous stuffed animals.
โYes brat, pick you one. I have no need for stuffed animals,โ he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
You end up picking a neon pink dolphin, carrying it in your arms proudly as your group continues to wander about. Eventually it gets annoying to hold and you decide you want to bring it to the car.
โItโs parked so far away though, are you sure?โ Shoko asks, reminding you that you all had parked in the furthest lot.
โLetโs bring it to mine, Iโm able to park pretty close,โ Sukuna interrupts.
โHow will I get it back though?โ you ask, assuming that this was surely the last time that youโd be seeing him. Tomorrow heโd be competing and doing some kind of after party for the contestants, and then the next day youโd be heading back home.
โIโll make sure you get it, donโt worry about it,โ he narrows his eyes at what you are suggesting.ย
You and Shoko look at each other before you shrug, just accepting his words at this point.
โOkay,โ you say finally, following Sukuna through the maze of vendors and rides towards the entrance.
Once itโs finally quiet, you slow down, hugging the dolphin to your chest as he leads the way towards a parking lot tucked away near the main entrance.
โI guess if you forget, you can just keep it. You won it technically-โ
โIโm not going to forget, why do you keep insinuating that Iโm not going to see you any more?โ he sounds irritated, confusing you.
โUhhh, cuz youโre competing tomorrow and I am but a lowly spectator?โ you snap back, unsure of why this is so difficult to understand.ย
Sukuna just stays quiet, the gravel crackling and shifting under each heavy step he takes while you struggle to keep up. Heโs walking fast now, keeping a few paces ahead of you. Now he just seems frustrated and you just become more and more confused. You swear there is some underlying message heโs trying to convey, but you just canโt fathom that itโs what your mind keeps wandering to.
The air is dead quiet now that you are away from the crowds. Street lights buzz overhead and the occasional sound of a car engine revving up to leave are the only sounds cutting through the night.
Sukuna stops at a red truck that looks like it could be pretty pricey, and likely it is given his success in the rodeo business.ย
โSukuna, what's wrong?โ you blurt out, making the man come to a dead stop just as heโs unlocking the door. He pulls the key from the door, slowly turning to where you stand, piercing red eyes cutting through you like a dagger.
โNothingโs wrong,โ he grunts, pinching the bridge of his nose.
โYouโre giving me the cold shoulder and seem mad. Use your words like an adult,โ you counter, refusing to put up with his antics.
โTch, smart ass mouth,โ he mutters, turning to open the truck again. The lighting is dim where heโs parked on the edge of the lot, partway in the grass.
You walk past him to peer into the bed of the truck since it wasnโt every day you were up close to one. It's large and imposing, just like him. The sharp black interior catches your eye as it lights up.
โGive me the dolphin,โ he holds his hand out to you.
One more forlorn look at the stuffed animal, you hand it off to him, silently apologizing to the dolphin for needing to be trapped in this grumpy manโs truck. The tension in the air was thick, unsure of what the hell was going through his head. It didnโt feel fair that you were at his mercy, like he was controlling how much information he was willing to share.
Sukuna slams the door closed and instead of turning back towards the carnival, he leans against the truck instead, blocking the way. His large stature looks intimidating in the low light and for a moment you feel scared.
โIโm not mad,โ he finally sighs, shuffling his feet in the grass beneath him. โI justโฆI donโt want this to be the last time I see you,โ he says so softly you swear you misheard him.
Itโs dead silent and you wonder if he can hear the way your heart is hammering in your chest.
โSukuna, if this is just you trying to sleep with a fan or something, I think you have the wrong idea,โ you answer, fighting the quiver in your voice. โYouโre single right? Like I get it, you have every right to not commit and just have a good time-โ
โWhat the fuck are you talking about?โ he snarls, interrupting you. โThis isnโt me just trying to fuck you, itโs not like thatโฆIโm not like that.โ
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out what to say next. Never in a million years did you think youโd be having this conversation this weekendโฆwith a rodeo cowboy nonetheless.
โIโm sorry, I assumed, you know, youโre famous and well, thatโs what famous people usually do,โ you murmur, ashamed to look him in the eyes.
โIโve had girlfriends, you know. Iโm not some huge slut like Gojo,โ his mouth is tight as he forces out the words.
You remember the articles online about his messy breakup with his model girlfriend, but youโre not sure what that has to do with anything right now.ย
โI know you did, I saw it online,โ you gulp, not wanting to upset him any further.
โHmph, the tabloids definitely were all about publishing how she wanted to spin it,โ he growls, fists clenching. Sukuna walks towards you, passing by you and dropping the tailgate. He hops up, legs dangling as he sits on the edge.
โSit,โ he pats the spot next to him. After a questionable look, you join him, leaving a comfortable gap between the two of you.
โOkay, you want the truth? Well here it is, Iโm trying really hard to not be interested in you. Ever since the other night actually. I swore, never again would I fuck with a girl from the city. Not after her. But youโre really attractive, and fun to talk to, and you donโt fucking put me on a pedestal like every one else. In fact, the way you donโt seem to care about me makes me want you more,โ his voice is raspier now, like some of the gravel from the ground got kicked up into his throat.ย
Your pounding heart feels like itโs stopped, all the stars above you blurring in the night sky as your vision tunnels. The tailgate below you is shaking, realizing you are trembling as you process his words. Is heโฆconfessing? All this time you felt there was no way heโd want someone like you, and technically he was trying to not want you based on what he said.
But deep down, you know you wanted him. It was the same for you, you hated guys like him. Country losers with no sophistication have no place in your life.
And here you were sitting on a damn tailgate being a massive hypocrite yourself.
You canโt help but feel jealous of this stranger too. Does he still love her? Pine after her? Trying to emulate her with you?
โDo you still love her?โ you ask.
โFuck no, I donโt think I ever really did. I was young and stupid. I was starting to accrue a lot of money and becoming famous in this world. Well what I didnโt know was that cowboys and country guys are like a fun toy to those Hollywood elites. All I saw was a hot model giving me attention and my dumb boy brain just had one thing on its mind. Well come to find out, while I thought it was real, I was just something on the side, and she was just making fun of me when she was back in LA. I mean, I bought a place out there, thinking if I was around sheโd pay attention to me, that Iโd be able to carve out a place for myself in that world. But it wasnโt real, and I got humiliated in the public eye as just some stupid hick that her and her world never took seriously,โ he explains, running a hand through his hair.
Your stomach lurches, how could you possibly ever compete with a model? Heโd probably always be comparing you to the pinnacle of beauty if you were to give into him. You werenโt exactly insecure, but normal women usually just need to worry about other average women, not A list celebrities.
โDo you still talk to her?โ your insecurities have you wanting to ask a million questions, that being one of the more tame ones.
โI donโt want to talk about her any more. Not right now, not when Iโm here sitting with you. Donโt wanna think about her, hear about her, nothing. She doesnโt matter and I want nothing to do with it. Especially not now when I want everything to do with you, the only person whoโs been occupying my mind the last two damn days,โ he says, turning to you. His eyes are serious, baring it all right here and now, seeming to hang on to every moment of silence while awaiting your response.
Your worries start to melt away as the rugged cowboy spills his feelings to you. Feelings that youโre sure are painful and downright scary to reveal given his traumatic past. You donโt want to hurt him, but you are honestly caught so off guard by it all that you are unable to speak.ย
For the second time tonight, your hand finds his thigh, realizing actions are easier than words right now. And maybe it was for him too, because his strong hand grasps your chin, pulling you closer to him. Time stands still as his lips hover over yours, like heโs waiting for you to decide, the faint scent of beer and something minty drawing you in.
Your breath hitches, lips brushing as you try to inhale deeply one more time. You donโt get that chance however because all you feel is him, his lips pressing hard against yours, hand moving to cup your cheek as all the tension from the last two days breaks free as you drown in his heat.
Itโs rough and intense, just like him. You werenโt sure what you thought itโd be like, but it was nothing you expected and everything you needed as his teeth tug at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open.
And then youโre tasting him, that grumpy, sharp tongue now dominating yours as he claims every square inch, sloppy but determined, like heโs trying to take everything he can before you both change your minds. Your instincts are outrunning the rational thought churning through your brain, hands untucking his shirt from his pants to then slide beneath the fabric.
Your fingers trace the outlines of the muscles youโd seen this morning, navigating the hard ridges and valleys of his abs, earning a deep groan from the man that vibrates through your mouth. The kiss becomes more fervent the more you wander until he flinches, realizing youโd squeezed the bandaged area on his side.
You quickly pull away, his movements almost being the wake up call you needed.
โIโm sorry!โ you squeal, jerking your hands back into your lap.ย
โWhyโd you stop? Iโm fine,โ he grumbles, licking his lips of the excess saliva that ended up coating them. He doesnโt even wait for you to respond, gripping your cheek and leaning back in.
The sound of kids laughing and running distracts you however, pulling your eyes to the edge of the parking lot where groups of people seem to be leaving for tonight. A steady flow of attendees seems to be behind them. The carnival must be shutting down for tonight and you need to go find your friends.
Sukunaโs red eyes widen, fingers digging into the metal of the tailgate as he realizes heโs losing his chance.
โCome back to my hotel with me,โ he utters in your ear, lips barely brushing your skin in a way that makes your thighs clench.
Part of you wants to get up and jump in the truck, desperate to get a few more moments with him. The sounds of the people around you however are clearing your mind from the lust filled haze that had settled in, making you think about whatโs the best move here.
He said he doesn't want you, well, shouldnโt want you, and you should be saying the same. Would you both look up when you were done, disgusted at your actions? Post nut clarity hitting you both like a truck and filling you both with regret?
Maybe it's a sign to stop while you are ahead, go back and find your friends. Save yourself from the inevitable fallout of sleeping with a famous rodeo star.
โI donโt think thatโs a good idea,โ you finally answer, scooting away as you slowly raise your eyes to meet his.ย
The hurt in his eyes is obvious and the way his jaw clenches shows that heโs holding himself back from responding in the way he wants to.
โWhy?โ his voice is so low.
โWe both said we donโt want this, now is our chance to stop-โ
โI said I wish I didnโt want this. I wish I didnโt want a lot of things, but I enjoy them anyways and will continue to do so,โ he doubles down, eyes blazing to match the conviction in his voice.
โI wish I didnโt decide to ride fucking bulls for a living. I know itโs bad for me and dangerous, but itโs fucking fun and I love it all the same.โ
โAre you comparing me to a bull?โ you giggle, making him tch in annoyance.
โFuck no. Well, not literally I guess,โ he lowers his gaze, deep in thought before he speaks again.
โLoving you, er, fuck. I mean, liking you is dangerous. It could be painful and leave a hole in my chest if I canโt hold on, but the benefits outweigh the risks if I could tame it,โ his voice is steady, grabbing your hand with his.
You just stare back at him, unsure of how to respond to that. Everything seems so heavy and intense, like the weight of the world is teetering on its axis and the stars above you will fall if you say the wrong thing.
โWe should sleep on it. This is a lot Sukuna,โ you say softly, gently pulling your hand away from him. His grip is tight, but he lets you go, feeling every callous in his palm as you slip away.
He sighs deeply, looking out into the field in front of where you both sit.
โFine. Justโฆjust please donโt leave without saying something. Youโre here tomorrow right?โ
You nod, waiting for him to continue.
โKay. Iโm gonna win this shit tomorrow, so you better be there to watch,โ his face morphs into a smirk, regaining his cocky demeanor.
You chuckle at his words, feeling emboldened in the moment now that things have settled down.
โIf you win, Iโll blow you. Howโs that sound?โ you give him your own cheeky grin.
It must sound divine because his face flushes profusely and his eyes widen. The man coughs loudly before giving you a devilish smile.
โFuck, Iโve got no choice now,โ he chuckles.
With that, you hop off the tailgate to stand between his legs. You get on your toes, planting one more soft kiss on his cheek before pulling away.ย
โYou forgot the dolphin,โ he gestures at the stuffed toy in the backseat.
โIf you wanna give it back to me, youโll have to win tomorrow,โ you answer, noticing the way his brow cocks at your response just as you turn around and start walking back towards the carnival.
content: MDNI, praise, smut (p in v), multiple positions, creampie
art by @/hunnismokah - divider by @/pixopix
Your husband's rough hands were on your hips as he pounded into you from behind, your cries muffled by the sheets you were currently clawing at.
โYouโre so fucking tight,โ his voice was a low growl, his teeth gritted as he watched his cock slide in and out of you, the sight was his every wet dream come true.
โOh- Ken,โ your voice came out choked as he continued slamming into you, his hands pulling you back harder on his thick cock, practically splitting you open as pleasure engulfed you.
โYouโre taking me so well, darling,โ he leaned over you forcing your back to arch even further as he dropped his mouth near your ear.ย
You moaned loudly, shoving your hips back against him as he grabbed a handful of your hair with a rough grip. Every drag of his cock against your most sensitive spots was intoxicating.
โSo good,โ he grunted in your ear, pulling his hips back and slamming back in with even more force. โTaking me so fucking good.โ
โHarder,โ you breathed.
Suddenly your body was moving, your husbandโs strong arms flipping you both over and putting you into a mean full nelson, โThis what you want pretty?โ
โYes- oh fuck- yes-โ your words caught in your throat as he began to pound into you even harder, this angle allowing him to hit the very back of you as strangled sounds left your lips.
โThatโs my fucking girl,โ he grunted as he began to fuck you like you wanted, harder. His strong arms kept your legs in place as he pulled back and slammed into you, your head falling back against his chest helplessly. โFuck you sound so pretty when youโre moaning around my cock.โ
โKen-โ you whined, feeling your orgasm creeping up. โDonโt stop-โ
โCum on my cock baby,โ his voice was rough in your ear, sending warmth flooding your pussy as you clenched around him.ย
โDonโt stop-โ you moaned.
โCum on my cock like a good girl,โ his voice gruff as he felt your walls clench around him at his words. His hands drifted towards your breasts as he began to tease your nipples, swirling his fingers around the stiffened buds.
When he finally pinched them, rolling your nipples through his fingers, you felt your orgasm fast approaching, โIโm gonna-โย
โThatโs it, my good girl,โ his voice was like gravel in your ear.ย
It was the final push that had your mouth falling open with a cry, your orgasm rushing through your body and sending out shockwaves of pure ecstasy. Your cries filled the room as his hands continued working your nipples, his cock working you through every wave of pleasure.
โKen- you feel amazing-โ you moaned.ย
โFuck baby- so tight-โ he grunted as you came around him, your slick rushing out as you gripped him tightly. โFuck-โ he hissed.
โCum in me,โ you breathed. โFill me up,โ you begged.ย
โFuck- youโre such a good fucking girl-โ his pace stuttered as you felt his cock twitch inside you. He grunted in your ear as you felt his thick spurts of cum fill you up, both of your slick mixing and creating a lewd squelching sound.
You were both breathless as he let your legs down, placing a soft kiss to your temple as you relaxed back into him.
โCan we do that again?โ You asked, angling your head to look up at your sweet husband.ย
โAs many times as you want, my darling,โ he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your nose.
Tropes~ One sided love, she fell first, he fell harder, forced relationship?
Synopsis~ The Honoured One crashes into the Pacific, Satoru is captured. Day and night he is tormented. The line between reality is blurred as he dreams of a girl and the stars of home. As the War ends he is sent back but home isn't quite home anymore. But there is you.
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Tw/Cw~ War, WW2, period typical attitudes, dark themes, death, Pow camp, sexism, internalized misogyny.
Author's Note~ Gojo fights for the allies.
Divider by @/saradika-graphics
ย ย ย Mableโs officer died in the last few months of the war. It made her a widow, giving her a natural respect. In stores her purchases are already paid for, mysteriously, by the time she makes it to the counter. Old men and little boys trip over themselves to open doors for her. They had done it before, but now they did it with a frantic zeal. Itโs disgusting really, what has Mable done but sit prettily at home?ย
For years you have worked in a factory but what credit do you - You stopped yourself. There was no use going down that route. You owed everything to Mableโs family.ย
Your aunt said your name, her accent dripping with honey. โMable isnโt feeling well. Could you make her some chicken and dumplings?โ Her cherry red lips were stretched into a smile that didnโt touch her eyes. You gave her the little girl smile she liked you to wear, all gums and wide eyes. And you nodded saying, โYes maโam.โย
You had been at the factory since four in the morning, you got off at six, took the bus and walked part of the way, only to get home at six-forty. But Mable, beautiful Mable came first. The chicken and dumplings would just be for her. Your auntโs supper consisted of a bowl of broth and a cigarette unless there was company. There rarely was since Mableโs husbandโs death. Heavy black drapery covered the windows and the furniture in the company parlor. You made your way to the kitchen, every step heavier than the last.
ย ย You made the dough for the dumplings first, rolling it out, and cutting it in thick strips. Then you made the broth. There was no actual chicken left, but you did have some bones and canned stock. You chopped celery, each movement of the knife landing with a satisfying thwack. Your feet ached and you longed for a bath. To sink into the hot water, to wash away the grime and sweat of the day.ย ย
When it was done, you put it in a bowl on a tray to carry up to Mable. Your knees ached as you went up the winding staircase to Mableโs room on the second floor. You found her curled up in bed. She sat up when you reached the edge of her bed. She blinked, the whites of her eyes were a horrible reddish colour.ย
โJust set it on the vanity,โ she drawled out, her voice slightly hoarse.ย
ย ย โAlright.โ You didnโt look at her. You saw the perfume bottles and makeup canisters lined up on her vanity, the vases overflowing with flowers. If I sat home all day and entertained bored soldiers, Iโd have that too. But you had never been called beautiful, or graceful, or stunning, like Mable had been since girlhood. Only pretty. Pretty is common, slightly above average, comfortable. Pretty isnโt the face men think of before they die or go off to war. Pretty is the girl men marry when they canโt achieve beautiful. Pretty is in the eyes of the beholder, while beautiful will always be universal.ย
She says your name. Something about the way she says your name feels like boney white hands around your neck. โWhy do you hate me?โย
You stopped, the tray clenched in your fingers. โWhy would you say that?โ You donโt recognize the voice leaving your body.ย
She laughs, false and beautiful. โThe way you look at me.โ She pauses and you can hear her shifting in the sheets. โLike you want to wear my skin.โ
โNot everything is about you, Mable.โย
You placed the tray on the vanity with a heavy thud. You walked to the door, still not looking at perfect Mable.ย
That night you sank into a bath that you had made, Amelia, the maid, had already gone home, so you had to pump the water and carry it upstairs yourself. You had rinsed and wiped off the visible dirt downstairs, so the bath would just clean what that hadnโt gotten. The water was warm. It would have been wise to use cold water, but you have never been able to do that. The day the city finally got air conditioning would be a relief. But the war had paused the manufacturing of air conditioners.ย
ย The water felt good. The soap you had made a few months before scented the air like magnolias. Combined with the scent of the old house and the damp city air, it brought you back to your younger days. You could remember being a teenager, in Mableโs hand me downs, following just outside the group while Mable and Satoru Gojo mesmerized the group of teenagers.ย
Satoru Gojo. You thought of him, his shockingly white hair, as white as snow. You had only seen snow once, when your uncle took the family skiing up North. Eyes as blue as a clear sky. He lived in your memory like a wintery northern god. You hoped he was still alive. But if he had been captured, you hoped he had died quickly. You had heard what they had done to those captured pilots. You winced. You couldnโt believe that he was alive. He burned too brightly to live a long life. Surely Satoru Gojo was dead at the bottom of the ocean.ย
A few months before, somewhere in the Pacific.ย
ย It had been a day like any other, the day Satoru Gojo crashed. He had been briefed with the other pilots and he was ready to engage the enemy. He remembered Gunny, his air gunner, a buck-toothed kid from the footheels of the Tennessee mountains, swaggering over to him. โYou ready to take our lady dancing?โ He said grinning. His accent always reminded Satoru of peanut brittle, sweet, bumpy, with a touch of coarseness.ย
ย ย โSheโs been getting a lot of dancing,โ Gojo responds, glancing up at his girl. The Honoured One, in all her caustic beauty glared down at him. God, she was beautiful. Painted on her side was a leggy woman sitting seductively. The woman looked suspiciously like the female version of Gojo. When the ground crew showed him the painting, grinning and snickering, he had laughed. He rather liked the rendition of himself on The Honoured One.ย
ย ย ย They take flight and he can feel his blood pumping. Earth passes away as he enters the heavens. He always feels alone until they fulfill the mission, even though he knows his crew is around him. Alone on earth, alone in the sky. But when has he not been alone? Even since he was a child, he has known he was different, that he wasnโt like the others.ย That heaven had mandated him a separate path.
It doesnโt take long before the enemy swarms upon him. Then the first engine goes out, then his tail is shot off. He can hear Gunny, he can hear the cussing, the roar of his engine. Then he is falling and all he can think about is Lucifer falling from Heaven. How did it go?ย Like lightning from heaven? Why couldnโt he remember it? Why did it matter? He was going to die -ย he was going to die?ย
The water cuts into his bones. He hears screaming - no, he is screaming. Something is wrong, his legs he thinks, they must be broken. Artillery hits the water. The bastards are still shooting at them, he realizes. A few minutes later, the shooting stops. The other airmen must have chased away the enemy fighter pilots. But then water is on fire - no, it's the spilled engine oil. And he hears more screaming, except this time it's not coming from him.
Only three of them are alive. Gunny died. Gunny is dead, he thinks numbly. The kid was heading back home in June. Happy goodnatured Gunny is dead. Gunny who had never looked at him differently because of his race. Gunny who had looked up to him. Three out of ten men are alive.ย
The inflatable boat they rest on does little to keep the water out. But itโs better than being in the water. They can see the sharks circling, feasting on their dead crewmates. They blister in the sun, dying of thirst. Hakari breaks down sobbing and drinks the salt water, Satoru and Whit try to stop him. He died two days later. Then it was only Whit and Satoru.ย
He does not remember what happened in the ensuing days. Maybe he cannot or will not face it. But he does remember her - the girl who gave him the stars. She sits at the edge of the boat too, so really there is three of them still.
When the enemy navy picks them up, it almost seems like heaven had sent them. It hadn't.
For a year he is formed again. His captors molding and breaking parts of Satoru he didnโt know existed. They were going to kill him two days after the war ended for an escape attempt. But by grace he is saved by the war ending.ย
It takes a few months for him to get home. He is about to leave the bus, when the driver, an older soldier (probably reserves) stops him. He stands ramrod straight, raising his hand in a sharp salute. Gojo copies his motion and salutes.ย
The old soldier breathes in smiling. โWelcome home, airman,โ he says.ย
Something wet presses at the corner of Gojo's eyes. He nods. The lump in his throat won't allow him to speak.ย
He walks the streets, passing reuniting couples and families. The city is celebrating together. He distantly thinks of his great uncle. But he moves through the city alone. He stops at a few bars, his drinks are paid for, girls grin up at him. But he doesn't care. Nothing matters. Even if Star Girl herself walked up to him he wouldn't care.ย
Star Girl. That was her. He recognized her moving through the crowd. He pushes through the bodies until he reaches her.ย
He grins down at her. He couldn't let her see the man he's become. He has to be the hero she expects him to be.ย
โLong time no see.โย
She gapes up at him. Good. He sees it now. He wonโt be alone. Heโll have her. Satoru doesnโt care if sheโs married or doesnโt remember him. Sheโs his.ย
The air smells like victory or piss and heady perfume the day you see Satoru Gojo alive. You had crept out of the house alone. Your aunt was too busy consoling Mable, and Mable was too grief stricken to join the city's celebration, and your uncle was all the way up North on a business trip. So you stand alone as you face him.Heโs thinner but just as handsome as he had been before.ย
He says your name. โItโs me, Iโm Satoru, Iโve come home.โย
You give him a shy smile.ย What are you supposed to do? You arenโt Mable, you donโt know what to do with men. Satoru smiles back, but something in his smile makes you back away.ย Something in his eyes changes and you see a different man standing before you.
