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sukunas-wife · 4 months

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Sealed 3

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“Lady Y/n please settle down. You’ll make yourself sick if you-” Mori paused hearing the lullaby playing throughout the sound of the Hospital. You turned to Wasuke he didn’t look to please, he sat arms crossed over his chest staring blankly at the floor, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.

“Well, he’s alive.”

You waited eagerly until a nurse came to guide you all in, over time you wormed your way into the Itadori’s life making a point to become good friends with Kaori and Jin in the brief time before her due date. You know one thing you’d never trust her, Kenjaku to be exact, which is why it surprised you when she asked Jin if they could assign you as a God Mother if anything happened. Jin suggested maybe after Wasuke, you didn’t have a problem saying you were a neighbor if they ever needed you, you were next door.

Walking in the room you rushed over to Kaori seeing your son, except in this life he lacked the little marking on his forehead that matched his dad perfectly, but he was crying painfully loud. “Oh Kaori he’s precious, a little crying prince.” You tried to laugh it off before you squeezed her in a hug and she smiled “My little Yuji.” She tried to rock him Your heart skipped when he let out a loud cry hands shaking face reddening, you smiled at her with a loss of air “Yuji?”

She nodded at your question explaining it was a decision made for them. It didn’t feel right to name him anything else, you smiled and looked at his little round face, “hold him, you’ll be in his life as long as your around. Maybe he’ll calm down.”

She tried to offer Yuji, you hesitated looking at Wasuke and Jin, they were talking. You looked at Kaori, she smiled weakly and you nodded, as soon as you placed his head on your chest he feel into place the way he had once. Your teary eyes mixed with how quiet and calm he became when his little fist took hold of your shirt called attention. “Look at that.” Wasuke say elbowing Jin.

You smiled at Yuji’s little scrunched up face before turning to smile at Kaori, she smiled at you while trying to move around in the hospital bed, “He’ll be lucky to have you in his life, it seems like he likes you already.”

You spent the day with Kaori in the hospital when Jin and Wasuke left to bring her some take out and get a few things ready. You were sat by her bed holding Yuji who took hold of your finger, he was holding for life, you moved him around seeing that star mark of your binding vow. You looked over at Kaori, she was smiling but looked tired, “Take care of him y/n, if anything happens make sure he knows what it’s like to have a loving mother.” With a soft laugh you nodded, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’re going to both be fine. You’ll get up, take him home and have a happy little family.” Your smile would’ve been reassuring if it actually reached your eyes, but your eyes held the trace of faint tears. Tears of the memory when Yuji was Born screaming, when Sukuna was so proud to see his boy being held up to show he was the first heir. The tight grip he held on Sukuna’s finger, the way Yuji was quick to nuzzle into your chest and not let go. How Sukuna didn’t leave your side for weeks wanting to take the first few weeks to admire his wife and first born son. Back when Sukuna had a sense of Humanity still. Now you could feel it, the evil that was slowly seeping into the world as the seals that held Sukuna captive weakened. Kaori had fallen asleep when you kissed Yuji’s forehead, running your thumb over his cheek when he yawned.

“Sleep little prince, I’ll be here always.” Nuzzling your forehead against his he cooed before he briefly opened his eyes, his little brown eyes were golden in the light of the afternoon soon. You held onto him while he slept until Jin and Wasuke returned. Mori stood to the side, watching it all. Wondering how different you were before you picked him up out of the scum he slept in every night. How could the tyrant he learned to be Sukuna have been your husband? Was he not the cruel King of Curses everyone had logged and preached him to be? Were you as cruel of a monster before the sun set on the Golden Age?

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“My condolences” was all you said as you bowed to Wasuke before entering the shrine room to pay your respects. It hadn’t been long after Kaori and Jin came home, they found her dead, details hadn’t been shared but seeing the split on her skull at the mortuary you had known well enough what it was. Jin followed soon after leaving Wasuke with his grandson. Kaori had made it know that she trusted you completely with Yuji, which lead to you signing the legal documents for becoming a Godmother. That was one decision Wasuke agreed with entirely.

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There you sat on the floor of Wasuke’s living room, cooing and playing with Yuji not to long before his first birthday. Pressing on the bottom of his feet while he kicked back, “Look at you little baby” you wiggled his legs and he giggled, “Getting all ready to walk! You’re growing up so fast!” Yuji cooed before sitting up with a baby grunt and staring up at you, you let him crawl into your lap and sit there before you squeezed, “Aw my little Yuji.” Kissing his head and squeezing him in one more hug you let him sit in your lap, clapping along to whatever was on the tv. “Mm your grandpa’s taking a while longer than expected, wanna eat and get ready for bed?” Yuji cooed mindlessly watching the tv until you pulled him up with you, he squirmed turning to look at you, his little chubby hands on your cheeks trying to squish your face, “baaba.” “Mhmm, Baaba, Bottle.” He kept cooing until you gave him a warm bottle.

“Well, has a cold so it you and I.” Yuji was still drinking out of his bottle laying his head on your shoulder. The other hand squished between both your chests, his eyes looking up at you. “You still look so much like your daddy… speaking of him, his presence is stronger I wonder if something really is changing…”

Yuji had fallen asleep against your shoulder, soft breaths as he barely held onto the bottle. Slipping it out of his hand you made your way to your room, Morí was finishing setting up a bassinet cushion on your bed.

“Everything’s ready Lady Y/n” you smiled “Thank you Morinozuka.” He bowed before leaving and you laid Yuji down, tucking him in with a blanket. Running your fingers over his little fists to uncurl his fingers, leaning down you kissed his forehead and he whined, “Good night little prince.”

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Soon you were walking a young Yuji to school and back. Watching how he ran and jumped on playground before you got to the school. He purposely woke up early to be able to play, “mommy!” Your eyes snapping to Yuji when he cried sitting on the stairs to a slide. Rushing over to him you knelt to see him cradling his knee. “What’s wrong did you get hurt?” He sniffled little cheeks getting red as he puffed them out.

“my knee.” You pouted with him when he moved his hand, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fix it right up.” Pulling Yuji’s back pack off your shoulder you opened a little tin, it had bandaids you’d infused with cursed energy. Pulling out a bigger bandaid with a smiling chibi tigger your laid it over his knee, and he sniffled flinching, “Don’t worry, when you take it off you’ll be okay again.” Taking his face in your hands you kissed his forehead and he tried to hug you “thank chu.” He placed a wet kiss on your cheek that you wiped off when he wasn’t looking because you didn’t wanna hurt his little feelings.

“Alright! Let’s get you to school, I gotta buy some groceries for later.” You took his hands and he swung them back and forth, “Can we have noodles?”

He looked up at you starry eyed with a little bit of drool, you nodded, “Noddles with rice and fried egg?” He nodded excitedly “yeah!”

“Alright Yuji’s specialty to Start off the week it is.” You swung your hand with his and smiled looking ahead, stopping outside the schools gate where a teacher was waiting, “Bye mommy!” He hugged your side before rushing in, you waved at him when he turned back, “you didn’t say bye!” He screamed running back, “Bye Yuji,” he nodded running back before stopping again, “You didn’t tell me have a good day!” The teacher giggled when you smiled at her “Have a good day Yuji!” He nodded before you called him to come back, he was walking back and started running when he saw you kneel with open arms, when he ran into your hug you shook him side to side and he giggled. He leaned back from your hug “I love you Yuji, be good ,play nice and have a good day okay?” He gave a single nod, “Okay!” “Bye mommy love you!” He took off running, waving back at you with a closed eye smile.

“He’s very cute, everyone loves him and he’s very easy to make friends with.” The teacher smiled at you, “Yeah? That’s good, at least I know I don’t have to worry about him. Thank you.” You bowed your head to the teacher who brushed you off, “Please the pleasure is ours, Yuji is a little ray of sun on rainy days honestly.”

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“Wasuke.” Was all you could say when he told you what he knew, “Yuji’s mother Kaori was a curse. It wasn’t hard to tell but I knew my son couldn’t handle it. I’m old in age and you might think I’m crazy, a loony old man. I failed to save my own son, I let him get taken by a curse, I could have saved him. But I was a coward, I saw that woman with her skull split open, she was dead and she should’ve stayed dead. But that thing living inside her…” you placed a hand on his.

“I understand what you mean Wasuke, I couldn’t save someone precious to me long ago to a curse. I could see them as long as I’ve been alive. That’s a world so cruel I wouldn’t wish for anyone to have to live through it…” your blank stare on his hand as he turned his hand over, “Who did you lose y/n?” His stare was fixed on you.

“I should tell you, it’s the only parting gift I have to give. Yuji was my son in what would be his previous life, his Father was a powerful man. One day a group sorcerer’s turned on him, sealing him away. His presence is strong in this world still, he’s alive. Yuji was our only son, and they took him from us dealing him in time to be reborn in a time distant from our. It was a mistake on their part. I was locked in a box called the Prison Realm, a place where Time stands still and you’ll lose your sanity before you die. A man following an ancient tale found that Box where our capturer’s died. I haven’t the slightest idea how he did it but he set me free in exchange I bless his wife with a healthy pregnancy, I did and for years I built a following. Before that, on the day of the attack Yuji and I made a binding Vow that I would find him again, it’s why he has that star shaped mark on his forearm. When I tell him this same story and he understands completely the Vow will be completed, and they’ll disappear.”

Wasuke looked at you, thinking over your words while staring at your arm where you had rolled up your sleeve, it was the same mark as Yuji. He started laughing head thrown back into his pillow “They could say I’m crazy. But they would label you insane, but at least we’d both have middle ground on the truth here.” He squeezed your hand weakly and you squeezed back, “Take care of Yuji, your son, my only grandson.” You nodded, “I will, I’ll do anything to make sure i never lose him or see him get hurt again. For what felt like endless nights I relived the same memory of him crying, screaming and reaching out, and I’ll be damned if I ever let that happen again.”

Wasuke nodded before patting your hand, “He’ll be getting home soon, you should be there for him, especially today.” You felt his words deeply, the ache in your chest, he was predicting his own death. You nodded before bowing at his bed side, “Thank you for everything Wasuke Itadori, I pray you find peace in the afterlife.”

He snorted waving you off, “find peace in this life or you’ll never have it. Now go.”

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You were at home, it was quiet, the sound of boiling brother, the window cracked open letting the sound of crickets and bird coo’s fill the kitchen. Yuji had moved in with you when Wasuke was moved into the Hospital. Morí was at the table filling out a book from your old shrine. You had started shrine work here while Yuji was at school making sure to keep it private.

The sound of scribbling and your slicing of vegetables stopped when you looked out the window. It was setting, the sun, everything was quiet when you felt a sense of dread and a wave of cold wash over you. Scribbling stopped when the phone line began to ring, you knew what it was. “Hello, am I speaking with l/n y/n?”

“Yes, this is her.” A shaky breath, “Wasuke Itadori has passed away, I offer my condolences. Yuji Itadori is here and filling out the necessary paper work. We’ll give you a call when all the necessary preparations have been made.”

Thanking the nurse you hung up, trembling slightly as you tried to keep slicing vegetables. “Wasuke..” it didn’t take long for your noodles and rice to finish.

“Where’s Yuji? He should be home by no-” your entire body shook as you gasped, your heart thrumming in your chest, “ Ryomen…”

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suguruplsr · 4 months

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random jjk men thots bc why not <3

— smut with the mentions of, unprotected sex , degrading , cum eating/play , spanking , overstimulation , tiny clit play , face fucking , choking kink , cock warming , fingering , recordings/pictures , breeding kink? , kenjaku and sukuna are their own warning (if you’re bothered ig) , also a section abt whimpering audios + gojo slander <3 + voice kink + masturbation , idk what else but yea, s’ nasty

- all stuff mentioned is consensual. + not proof read

w/ suguru , satoru , toji , choso , shiu , sukuna , kenjaku , kento

suguru n’ toji are definitely the type to make you beg. really mean with it too. mocking you n’ cooing in a sickly sweet voice. toji’s more mean, giving you a few spanks, even spanking that needy pussy of yours. while sugu would copy your little pout, wiping your tears with the same thumb he uses to mess with your clit. don’t get too happy, it’ll take you a while before they actually let you cum.

satoru whines when his dick enters you pussy. sometimes he falls asleep if you take a bit to adjust to him. don’t worry, it’s simply because of how comfortable it is to be inside you. other times, it eggs him on, and he ends overstimulating both of you after about an hour. he can’t help it :( his fav pussy clenches so tight, and it takes his cum so good! five star rating!

kento can be just as rough as he is soft, in sex. it actually kinda turned him on when you asked for him to be more mean in bed, despite his reluctancy to follow in your request. but of course, you had to break that tiny little barrier, acting all bratty and pissing him off. but, whose to say he put you in your place that day? face fucking you and telling you how dirty that mouth of yours is, making you swallow his hot and warm cum all down that little throat of your before he’d finally fuck that cunny of yours.

suguru has a hidden kink for choking. he likes it when you choke him but fuck you’re just so gorgeous with his big hand around your neck. your eyes rolled back with incoherent moans leaving your mouth. it just makes him fuck you faster. even those deep thrusts has you gasping for air, clawing his chest and biceps. you’re so adorable.

toji is sleazy and lazy until you tell him a joke about needing to “renew your dick subscription” because his ass is getting old. he’ll remind you how good his “old ass” dick is by fucking you till the tears leaving your eyes match your soaking pussy. ass red, thighs aching, and body jiggling with each hard thrust his gives. he’ll fill you up with his seed, keeping you locked in with this old ass man of yours.

choso might cry without your pussy wrapped around his dick. after the first everything with you, he needs all of you. and he definitely needs you to cockwarm him at night. just like satoru, he’ll either sleep peacefully like that, or he’ll start humping eagerly inside you, feeling your walls constrict around him as you wake up from the tiny daze of sleep you were in. he’d whine in your ear from behind you, cupping your breasts and biting your neck.

sukuna has so many arms for a reason. no way he doesn’t use them to overstimulate you and prepare you for his cocks. one hand is focused on making you cum on it, stretching you to take 3 fingers at least, while the rest of his hands are all around your body, groping you, pinching your nipples, and sometimes going down to pinch that clit of yours. all while he watches with a sly smirk on his face, mocking you for falling apart so easily.

satoru has a big ass ego in bed. so when you tease him a bit for cumming so quickly, he flips you over. what? you think just because he came so fast, he can’t show you just how much stamina he has? he cums everywhere on your body, taking pictures of you being all filled up with his baby batter. and when you’re cryin’ n’ trying to get away from him. he laughs, giving you a harsh slap on your ass and pulling you back on his cock.

when satoru n’ suguru gang up on you, its something you’ll remember for months. they’ll break you down nice and sweet before helping you see your true personality, a whore for their cocks. there’s no “mean and nice” once one of them gets an idea, the other follows through. satoru would mess with the good plump of cum pooling out your pussy. and then collect it on his fingers, showing suguru with a sly grin on his face. the said man would lick it off his friends digits before deciding to eat it out your cunny himself.

shiu loves it when you ride him. he’ll be smoking a nice thick cigar, watching you take his dick like the good girl you are. and when you start slowing down, he’ll tease you, flicking your clit and kissing your nipples. murmuring about having to do everything himself the second little tears seep out your eyes. you just can’t take it. so he makes it up to you by fucking you on his cock and letting you cum on it.

kenjaku would try to play with you how he likes, but feeling the force of resistance in his body. suguru let him take his life, but his woman? you poor oblivious thing. so kenjaku give the body what it wants, getting on his knees and eating out your pussy, but he gets sloppy with it, teasing you and immediately finding the places in your body that his remembers. he’ll play along for now though, it won’t be long until he’s doing experiments of his own and remind you that he’ll never be him.

choso sends whimpering audios, flustered by the request but slowly jerking off with his recording button on. it goes from him saying how ridiculous it is, shy about it, to him rambling and cumming when you send a nude or two. you didn’t know he was actually fulfilling what you wanted, thinking he needed a bit of encouragement.. at least it was put to good use with that 7 minute audio and a face time call that was given to you.

suguru asks for your whimpering audios. at first, you sent one to him after joking about the whole aspect of it. but he ended up getting pretty bricked up. and then asked if it was okay for you send more. he listens to them regularly if anything, he already loves listening to those 20 minute voice messages you send before you get busy. so hearing you whine his name, the tiny squelching sounds of you playing with his pussy, makes him reach under those sweats of his.

toji records yours as he’s fucking you. feeling embarrassment for getting off to them like some virgin boy when he’s alone. but that goes away when he sends you pictures of his cum stained pants, videos of him grunting and ranting about how he needs to feel you and hearing your flustered voice when you call him.

satoru sends but instead of you getting turned on, you start feel like he’s entering his alpha sigma phase with the cringey shit he says. “ ‘yea? you’re daddy’s girl huh?..’ is what you said toru. please don’t ever repeat that. you don’t even say it in bed!” “oh c’mon baby, you and i both know if i did, you’d be all over me?!” “that’s not the point!”

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satoruhour · 7 months

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omg I’d love to hear more about baby fever + gojo 🥹 just watching him match a babies babbles like he can actually understand them is killing me!!

a/n: omg stop anon this is so CUTE?? and ik i posted like three things today but posts will be slower this week since i still have work to do technically even if i have a school break ! / one sex joke lol

gojo always had a knack for caregiving — whether it was defending yuta against the higher-ups and advocating for yuji’s life (even if it had to be delayed) and making sure that one kid had gotten home safely after getting trapped in an abandoned home. but you realised you’ve never really seen your boyfriend around babies. it wasn’t a good idea in the first place, to mix babies and sorcerers — part of why nanami had waited so long before starting a family with his partner, or how utahime turned in her resignation for good after getting pregnant.

but now that you’re past terrible things in the world like sukuna and kenjaku and you both have properly buried your best friend’s body, you’re looking ahead to better things. you’re not too keen on kids, but you do sometimes spiral into what your kid with satoru would look like, probably taking the bulk of his features while some of yours are fighting to take first place. that sentiment is changed more and more when you see how gojo interacts with kids.

it’s when nanami first invites everyone to their (long overdue) baby shower, only wanting to introduce his partner and kid only a year after they’ve been safe. nanami is the happiest he’s ever been but so is gojo, dancing so foolishly in front of the kid to get her to like him that all she does is scrunch her face and hide back in her mother’s neck (“yeah, that’s nanami’s kid alright.”). soon, she’s let go to interact with the students, playing around with megumi’s dogs, running around the house from yuji and inumaki, doing silly battle poses with the girls. her laughter is like beauty to all the grown-ups in the room, something meant to be protected and cherished.

gojo tries to win her back, sitting on the floor so his height wouldn’t be too imposing and she almost runs into him. his infinity stops her and her head cocks to the side in confusion — she continues to run into gojo’s shield again and again, giggles at being constantly pushed back with a silly sound gojo makes with his mouth; it convinces her enough that she’s running into a bubble of some jelly.

it’s some time later where you’re mingling with nanami’s partner, talking to shoko and utahime while your boyfriend chats with nanami (weirdly normal, you note) about everything. but you’re broken out of conversation when you hear gojo quietly squeal to his junior who only sighs. it’s all a facade; you know he’s actually glad his daughter succumbs to gojo’s charms soon enough, letting him carry the small toddler who’s already oh so tired from the day. she melts into satoru’s arms, mumbling something incoherent that he replies just as incoherently and bounces.

satoru strokes her hair, speaking in a hushed tone now, something that rarely happens in your home and it convinces nanami just a little to make him her godfather. he’s still considering it.

the next time it happens is when he meets utahime’s baby boy for the first time, coming over to provide some gifts and to just see your old friends. it’s a little hilarious how the first two people to have children are the people who are not particularly fond of gojo but both nanami and utahime are surprisingly tame when it comes to the strongest handling their kid. she’s giving him her baby carefully with a clear threat behind her eyes but he knows not to fuck anything up. the baby is clueless enough to not know who he was even being handed to, babbling mindlessly while drool leaves his mouth.

“babba boo-boo,” it’s gibberish, but satoru matches it perfectly, making stupid sounds back at the baby that you can’t help but grin. “wahbaba boo!” gojo continues to coo and mumble insults with a pointed finger to hime, “your mom is too uptight, can you tell her to calm down a little?” which gets a little hey! from the retired sorcerer and the baby attempts to copy his pointing. “mambama!” utahime’s and her partner’s soft gasp is all you need to know that they haven’t heard their baby call any of them, yet.

the baby continues his babbles and blows a raspberry, face lighting up at the bubbles he manages to make with saliva and gojo just has to laugh at how easily entertained children are. you’re stood there, heart melting with the gentleness in which he treats kids, because once the little one is handed back to utahime and you’re saying your goodbyes, you can’t even look at your lover without feeling lightheaded.

“you’re good with kids, y’know.” you’re saying as you remove your coat while satoru toes off his shoes in your home, your shared space. it feels unreal.

gojo pfts, “of course, baby!” he does a cute pose with thumb pointing toward him, “i’m just that good at everything.”

you laugh, “’course you are…” pulling him down, you have to kiss him or else you’d be overflowing with all the love you have for him and it’ll spill everywhere. gojo eases you into the kiss, humming and sighing in contentment.

“i’m just wondering…” you mumble, a little nervous. you’ve never thought of kids that much even but you think it might be due time even if you didn’t have a ring on your finger. “if you ever thought of having a kid with me?”

satoru’s face softens and you can hear his smile, “of course i do, princess. every time.” his voice is soft when he says it and the way it flips your heart makes you dizzy. “but only when you’re ready. and only when i’ve put a big fat rock on your fourth, although if you’re interested in a shotgun…”

you have to shoot him the finger before you’re nodding to yourself just to remind that everything depends on you. even if it takes 5, 10 years, or even if you didn’t want any children at all, gojo is enamoured with you too much to let it be a dealbreaker.

“i want it… soon.” gojo laughs softly at that, taking you into his arms right at your doorstep and kisses you deeply once again. you brace yourself against his toned chest, clutching at his coat with tippy toes. in classic gojo satoru fashion, he has to pull away to make a dirty joke.

“i’m surprised that you aren’t knocked up already with how much i c—”

“gojo satoru. if you finish that sentence—!”

“—um in you…”

you pull a face, resorting to smacking him on the arm and he surrenders with loud laughter and an apology filled with pecks and kisses. standing at the doorway, you’d never think it would happen so soon.

two months later, satoru is getting down on one knee and asking you to marry him.

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nanaslutt · 6 months

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sigh i see no one writing this so i’ll do it myself

Kenjaku as Kaori x Jin Itadori

MDNI smut under the cut<3

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It was all for kenjaku’s plan,

Even when jin itadori had kenjaku in the meanest fucking arch, grabbing her hips and fucking her back onto his cock while he hooked both hands fingers into her mouth,

“Take-my-fucking-dick.” he groaned between thrusts, hot breath against kenjaku’s ear.

Kenjaku’s smaller hands coming down to grab Jin’s cock and slide is back into her pussy when it slid out, wining when he immediately continued his harsh thrusts against her cervix, “Yeahhhh, so fucking needy for my dick,” Jin groaned.

Jin would make kenjaku put his cock in herself, straddling his hips while he sat there waiting for her to slide it in. Kenjaku’s eyes rolling back as he relished in the feeling of how good this body felt taking cock

The curses mind completely fucked out when jin sucked on her clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy, slamming straight into her gspot,

“You like when I eat ur fucking pussy? huh?”

Kenjaku was having so much fun with this body, and he just happened to get stuck with a husband who gave his wife (kenjaku) the best dick of her life, and who was he to refuse?

Kenjaku had no real reason to have sex with the pink haired man, but the feeling of jin choking him out while he fucked into her walls was reason enough.

The curse even took pleasure in getting throat fucked by her husband, soft hands coming down to play with her clit while he straddled her face on the bed, bringing his hips back completely before fucking his thick cock all the way down kenjaku’s throat.

Kenjaku especially loved when jin would fill up her pussy. His breeding kink showing through whenever he had his mind set on cuming inside.

“Want me to fill you up, huh? Make you a mommy?” kenjaku just whined, taking his mean fucking thrusts as Jin worked himself up to his orgasm, barely recognizing the woman’s voice as kenjaku’s own when she babbled out, “p-please fuckkk, give it to me give it to me.”

“Gonna take all my fucking cum like a good girl?” Jin groaned, folding kenjaku into a painful mating press, basically fucking into her womb, “Gonna give you my fucking babies,” he would tip he head back, Jin’s jaw dropping; and kenjaku squeezed her pussy around him at the sight combined with his filthy words.

Finally releasing his seed into his wife’s pussy, hot ropes flooding out around him as he gave her deep fucking strokes

Kenjaku feeling absolute bliss when Jin pulled out, collecting his cum on his fingers and stuffing it back into her full pussy, “Keep all my cum inside you, gotta make sure you get pregnant.”

But of course kenjaku had everything under control, it was all apart of her plan.

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Evil Queen

paring: Good King Gojo x Evil Queen reader

For @blvckryx

Words: 8,9k

Warnings: deaths, NSFW (Sub Gojo, dom reader, tied to a chair, begging, creampie, tied cock, oversensitive)

Summary: All your fiancés died because you didn't want them as husband. You didn't want that much. After your father died, you were forced into marriage. At your wedding, your hands were handcuffed. You wanted to kill your husband - Gojo Satoru. But you couldn't do it, he's not dying. He let you try it. He's not the same as the others... You don't want to kill him...

"(y/n), you can't keep killing your husbands…"

You looked at your father as you looked at the silver bracelet you got from your prospective husband.

"He was not my husband. And I didn't kill him." You said calmly, watching the white diamonds on the silver.

"Zenin is not someone to play with. Honey, understand that you must have a husband." He said as he sat in his chair across the table in front of you.

"How many times do I have to tell you I didn't do it? He killed himself…" you snapped as you threw the expensive jewelry on the table.

Your father was a little afraid of you. And you were perfectly aware of it.

He didn't have much time left in this world, so he tried to leave his kingdom in good hands. Of course he trusted you.

You were relentless. You were so smart. However, you had no mercy even for the smallest thieves.

The good citizens of your kingdom lived peacefully, avoiding poverty.

You didn't want them to want you dead.

You punished all criminals.

Execution, imprisonment, or simply confiscation of property. Or sometimes irreversible disability.

That's what your father used to do.

Thieves had their hands cut off so that they could no longer steal. Prison escapees or those who were fleeing from justice had their legs cut off.

Adulterers were castrated.

You didn't mind. You gave orders to your hired people and they did it.

You didn't mind seeing death.

Not after you saw your future husband, the son of a scholar who was believed to be a sorcerer, kill your friend who has served you since you were little.

As you entered his chamber, you saw a passage to another room below. And when you went in there, you saw Kenjaku cutting the top of the skull off from the rest, and he started looking for something in your friend's brain.

Were you ever going to marry a murderer like him?

You've seen your father convict someone many times.

Your mother accidentally killed your little brother. However, you know what the truth was. She just miscarried. Your father decided that she didn't want to give him any more children, and that she defied him. She was his wife from an arranged marriage. He had her killed as punishment.

You loved your mother more than your father.

And you were afraid you'd die like her because something your father didn't like.

You tried to obey everything he told you to do. You were the perfect princess. That's why you were supposed to be the future queen.

But you wanted your Father not to have the power over you that he has now.

This is why…

That's why you did everything to be cruel.

You had no mercy for anyone who was like him.

Until it finally became your nature.

You weren't nice. But you tried to be good to your subjects.

In other realms they thought of you as a monster. Even if you weren't that cruel.

You were like that to people you didn't like.

You didn't like your husband candidates, so you did everything you could to annul your wedding.

They were either dying or trying to get rid of you.

Kenjaku died because when you were teenagers he started saying something to you that scared you.

He was a little older than you, and he said he'd like to create the perfect baby with you to help him carry out his plan.

You never wanted to marry him.

He died because he fell under the table and the heaviest knife he ever used to split skulls fell on his forehead.

It was as if you murdered him.

Soon after, your second husband appeared…

Naoya Zenin who died during a fight you practically arranged.

Let's just say, a lot of people didn't like him, so finding a candidate wasn't difficult.

But you still had clean hands.

Your third candidate for a husband is a man almost twice your age who has a teenage son.

Well, your Father seeks power and wealth.

He has almost only power.

This man killed the previous ruler and seized the throne.

Fushiguro Toji ruled over a large army. But he wasn't that rich.

You hated him for being such a terrible womanizer. He had a son, two wives if not more.

You were supposed to be his next wife. Even at a meeting with him, there was a woman next to him!

A direct guy who was too brave.

You want someone direct, but not someone like him who shows he can have anyone and does it right away.

As soon as he started approaching you like it wasn't the first time you'd met, you wanted to do something to him.

You did not want to deprive the child of his father, but you even learned that his son does not live in his kingdom!

When he was too insistent, two months ago you gave him a wound running through his mouth. And now there was a scar in that place.

And it's not like he gave up.

You still had to be his wife…

And he was killed fighting a prince of another kingdom.

You were on your way home at the time. Fight and death have passed you by.

You brazenly led Toji out of the house so he couldn't hide. Even though he was strong, there was no way he could win with that power.

Or so you thought.

And you weren't wrong. You received news some time later that your fiancé, Fushiguro Toji, was killed during the fight between his kingdom and the kingdom ruled by Prince Gojo.

Gojo…

Did you know that name…

Didn't this happen to be on your father's lists once?

Soon after, the same man became a king instead of a prince.

His image was in your father's eyes because he didn't want to get in trouble with the strongest kingdom.

He was a good king. Smiling and cheerful. But also deadly.

You weren't that selfish, but without your father, you would have ruled better.

Could there have been no deaths?

Be that as it may, you are involved in all of them.

Your father's chief servants wanted to drag you by force to the next husband candidate, but they mysteriously disappeared.

And only you knew what happened to them.

You knocked them unconscious with an efficient blow to the head with a rock, and left them in the woods. Where it was most dangerous.

And they never came back.

You have blood on your hands.

Your father thinks you'll be the evil queen.

But you don't want to rule by fear.

You hated being ordered around.

Because you wanted to choose your own path.

You have often thought about killing your father.

To dispel his fear of you.

He was the most feared of all these people.

You planned his death.

You didn't want to get married. Not for someone he chose for you!

You were forcibly dragged to the next candidate by the guards.

Ryomen Sukuna… King - monster. Self-proclaimed king of "curses", because when he cursed a people, they died at his hands.

A man who rules over people with fear…

Was this thing supposed to be just for you?

One thing was for sure, you didn't want to be his wife.

A man who drinks blood mixed with wine because he likes it?

No thanks.

But you agreed to your father's game.

You could have shown him that you wouldn't be as nice as you've always been.

You'll be soulless.

You can kill a monster like him.

Someone who with his bare hands, for fun, rips off women their children, babies, and rips off their heads?

Sick bastard…

Even you winced at the sight.

You could have been a mother once.

But there's no way you're having a baby with that thing…

Out of the candidates you had, Kenjaku would be the quickest to pick… He at least tried to be nice somehow…

But it wasn't ideal anyway…

You could kill as you wanted.

You can even be the evil queen. But you won't be blind to what's going on around you.

You were supposed to stay with Sukuna for a month and then get married…

You were always on guard.

You were like a pet to him.

And when he saw you stabbed one of his servants when they were about to put a collar on you like a dog, he smiled instead of being angry.

"You should get used to it sometime. I have so many. So go ahead and have fun." He said and waved his hand. "My woman has to get used to what she will see in wars and everywhere."

You wanted to go up to him and slit his throat.

You were like a puppy to him.

For him to stroke. You were supposed to be just like them to others.

You don't want innocent people to think you're such a monster.

You've killed some people, but never someone who didn't do anything to you.

You spent a lot of your days throwing knives at the wall. You've learned to always hit with the tip.

When you were told to prepare meals for your "husband" (even if he wasn't that and never would have been…), you put old blood of sick animals into his "wine".

Hoping that pig would eventually die.

You threw a knife at him once, and he pulled it out and threw it at you like it was a ball.

You're okay, but you've had enough.

You won't be with a sick bastard like him!

People will hate you when you become his wife against your will.

He had many enemies.

And you were one of them.

You were angry enough to play with him now.

Pretending to seduce him, you locked him in your bedroom.

A fool sees no trick.

Or is he just a sadist who loves to splash in blood?

You don't like it.

But since you have no choice, you will murder anyone who orders you to do anything.

You will kill every candidate for your husband until the choice is finally over.

You will be king on your own.

Even if your past was covered in blood.

You killed your penultimate candidate in bed.

You never wanted him to touch you.

That's why before he thought you two could have sex, you stabbed him in the throat.

To wait for his red eyes to close.

To his subjects, you came out of there a hero who made their lives easier.

No more monthly human sacrifices.

There will be no annual virgin sacrifice.

Nothing will threaten them anymore.

The bloody city has been abandoned. And people came to your kingdom.

More people meant more money for your father. More workers.

However, when you told him that you were the cause of your fiancé's death, he froze.

You showed him your dress which was bright with huge blood stains.

Blood that belongs to the king - Ryomen Sukuna's.

You never regretted killing someone who was mean.

His people were terrified, but they regarded you as their savior.

You gave them freedom.

you helped them.

But your father didn't like it.

No wonder one time, during your frequent look at what you managed to do as a princess, you were pushed off the balcony by your father.

As someone who cannot rule without killing.

Your reflexes were quick.

You instinctively grabbed whatever you could.

At the bottom of the square stood people who watched what was happening there with screams.

The guards started running up the stairs nearby to help you.

You grabbed your father's collar making him lose his balance.

As you grabbed the balcony wall, you pulled him forward.

And you saw your Father slowly approaching down the square. Until he finally fell.

A pool of blood you've seen more than once.

Were you a regicide?

No…

Rather, it was your Father who tried to kill you.

Your closest servant and friend - Utahime, helped you return to safe land with fear.

The guards dragged your body up as fast as they could, then took you to the medic.

You were not found guilty of killing the king.

Because he wanted to kill you.

And the people, when asked if they wished to convict you, refused.

You were the evil queen.

But you weren't the one for them…

You were the new queen.

However, according to your father's death decree, you must have a husband to rule.

Old boor…

He did it specifically for you to have a problem…

You received your father's letters with someone from the Gojo kingdom…

Even their letters were rich…

What if you get married and then become a widow?

You don't want someone to rule over you…

You want to live the way you want, and provide what is good to everyone who believes in you.

You don't want to marry someone like he probably is…

But you have no choice…

You will become his wife, and you will kill him.

Or maybe you'll at least have a baby so you won't be lonely…

So that no one will accuse you of not having a descendant and successor…

You haven't met your future husband.

The advisers and nobles who were your father's faithful servants prepared you for the wedding.

Your dress was beautiful, as befits a royal wedding.

Your only wish was that it be fast.

They all knew that you killed the kings of other kingdoms.

You didn't look at the face of the tall man who was standing in front of you as the ceremony began.

Your hands were handcuffed in front of your body with white gold handcuffs. They didn't look bad and they also held you back.

You've been searched first.

It was hard for you to take your marriage vows with your hands cuffed.

But your prayers for a quick end have been heard by the gods.

Now just a kiss and it'll be over…

The fabric on your face was pulled back, and you looked up a little higher, still not meeting your now husband.

Now just a sealing kiss.

Feel the disgusting lips of someone you don't even want to know…

You stared at one point, over his shoulder as his finger lifted your chin slightly higher as he bent down lower.

He was really tall.

Your lips were slightly parted, and shiny under the influence of natural, glossy lipstick.

"I know you don't want this…"

You heard him say softly.

You widened your eyes and he placed his lips barely on the corner of yours.

Did he just…

Didn't he just make you do something?

Your kingdoms are now connected.

You have become queen and your husband is Gojo Satoru…

You should be happy like the people.

People were happy when they heard the news that your kingdom will be merged with Gojo's kingdom.

It is said that justice, security and prosperity reign at a very high level in that kingdom.

All thanks to the new king. "Son of the Gods".

According to the priests, he was a prophecy of greatness. And eyes like blue crystals, created by miracles in distant lands, showed wealth.

Apparently, no one was disappointed, because all this happened.

They were more powerful than your kingdom. So much…

Much richer.

Even though your country was also prosperous. There were no neighborhoods where people died every day.

But it was even better there.

You used to live in the capital.

The capital was a royal city in the territory of his kingdom.

His close friends will take care of the new lands because he doesn't have much time to go there.

While your people were delighted, the people of his country were not.

How does a wonder child, a wonder king marry an evil Queen?

A queen who killed the kings of other countries who were her betrothed…

You were their queen now.

You want to fulfill your plan.

You will kill him.

But…

"You want to kill me, don't you?" he asked as he lay on his stomach on your bed, lazily eating some dessert.

Your hands trembled.

He knew you could kill him anytime.

However, he didn't seem to care at all…

How?

"Go ahead. You can try. However, I have promised some people that I will not die so soon." He said calmly.

Is he serious?

You can't listen to him!

You must do it!

You will not listen to someone who will probably hurt you!

Suddenly he looked at you from behind his black glasses.

"Let's play your game. Try to kill me. I will not attack you. You attack me and I won't do anything about it. When you kill me, you win."

"Are you serious-"

He interrupted you.

"I'm serious. I want to prove something to someone. What my wife is like."

Before you could somehow embarrass yourself by his words, you decided to give him back.

It sounded weird when he referred to you as "wife".

He was handsome.

And you even liked him.

But…

But you don't want him to hurt you.

You are the Evil Queen. And everyone hates you…

He also…

He can't prove otherwise.

He married you because he had to.

You were the cruelest queen ever.

And you couldn't change it…

you were like that.

What was he trying to prove?

You walked over to him and smiled slightly.

"It's a shame a man with eyes like that has to cover them with those stupid glasses." You chuckled softly.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He said with a smile.

You sat next to him.

You've been married for a month…

He looked at you scanningly.

You had no desire to kill.

You placed your hand on his back, then ran your finger over his palpable muscles under his white shirt.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I spend time with my husband…?" You asked, wanting to ignore it.

"It's weird… You want to seduce me?" He smiled at you.

"Do you want it?" You gave him a mischievous smile.

"If I remember correctly what I heard, you killed Sukuna during sex. What if it happens to me?? This is not a clean game. That's not how I agreed. Only traps and fair attack." He turned to you, laying on his back.

"That's not true… I killed him before he could touch me."

"I thought evil queens used someone before they killed them. So maybe you're not the Evil Queen?"

"Shut up." You muttered, sitting on his stomach. "Just fair game. I don't have any weapons on me…"

"That's good. Because I'd love to be closer to my wife as long as I'm alive."

You leaned in to kiss him.

And for the first time you felt that his lips were soft. Not horrible and disgusting.

You didn't know what to do anymore.

Kill him?

Live with him?

You didn't want a husband. But the longer you're with him, the more you think you're okay with him.

He treats you so well…

He took your people and you too. The killer. Evil Queen…

And now he's telling you that you can try to kill him?

What's wrong with him?

For some moments you didn't want to kill him.

But you decided you'd do it before you changed your mind.

In order not to be hurt by him…

Was your relationship just sex?

You noticed that despite being so powerful, he could be a good boy and let you take control.

But never mind the sex…

You've already tried to kill him twice.

You gave him two poisonous plant decoctions to drink.

For the first time, it turned out that he does not drink wine.

The second time he sniffed his juice, and smelled it…

He just smiled at you and spilled it on the floor saying, "Failed try."

You were even able to pour something in his bath which, when poured over an object, burned the surface.

You're not sure what it is, but you hoped you wouldn't see him die.

The longer you're with him, the more you feel sorry for him…

When he dies, then you can cry.

The more you stick to it…

He got into another tub then…

And he directly told you later that he smelled sulfur in the bathhouse when he went in there.

Sulfuric acid in the water… Would that have any effect on him at all?

It failed with the poison, trying to kill him in the water.

The next time you tried to drown him when you offered to wash his back.

He knew something would happen.

You tried to push his head under the water, but you failed. You didn't even move it.

He just laughed.

Is this man really not afraid of death?

After all, you are the Evil Queen!

You really didn't want to see him die…

Did you notice that…

You don't want him to die in front of your eyes. Because you will feel sorry for him…

You tied the ax to the rope you had attached to the door.

The ax was heavy, but you managed to make the trap work.

When he opens the door, the ax will fall on him.

He entered the room, and then heavy weapons began to fly at him on a rope.

He jumped up, grabbing onto the rope, then landed on the metal embedded in the wall.

"Nice move, baby." He laughed.

"What the fuck…?!" his friend shouted.

"It's just our little game. Mine with my wife!"

Have you had enough of this…

You tried to push him down the stairs, but it came out like you were hugging him…

You're running out of ideas…

You felt worse and worse trying to kill him…

He kept smiling at you and letting you do it.

You have not been convicted of trying to kill the king not once…

There were no consequences for you.

You were lying in bed under the covers when he entered the room with a smile.

"Are you okay? You didn't leave today." He said as he closed the door.

You threw a knife at him.

He only tilted his head slightly as the knife pierced the door next to his head.

The incredible reflexes he had amazed you.

But he wasn't afraid of death at all…

"Leave me… Or else… What do you want, Satoru?" You asked turning away from him.

You felt worse and worse at the thought of killing him.

Was he the same as those?

He cared for you after all…

Is it worth killing him?

That's why you were in bed, sad.

"You know… I thought about our bath last night, and I got a little horny…" he murmured.

You looked at the bulge in his pants.

Admittedly, you've thought about it too, and you're sure you can take that big cock right away. After all, you must have gotten a little wet…

You pulled back the covers to signal him.

He walked over quickly, already pulling the length out of his pants.

You pulled up your nightgown and took off your panties, quickly wrapping your legs around his hips and letting him slide right into you.

You've had enough of this… You've failed…

The longer you look at that smile, your heart tells you that you love that look on his face…

Have you had enough of this…

The last time you try…

You will have blood on your hands…

His blood…

When he came into your bedroom in the evening, you kicked him in the back of his knees, causing him to lose his balance.

He knelt on the floor and looked at you.

Little tears flowed from your eyes.

You were supposed to kill those who hurt you…

And he…

And he never hurt you once…

But you'll kill him anyway…

And you'll probably regret it for the rest of your life.

You expected him to be furious.

But he looked at you with the same eyes as always.

And he smiled very slightly.

You held the knife tighter in your hand.

You were shaking a bit.

You've killed so many times.

He can't be your weakness…

He was supposed to be just like everyone else…

He was supposed to do what you don't want!

…But he didn't…

You walked over to him and tapped his shoulder with your foot.

He fell to the floor, lying on his back.

But he didn't even protest.

You put your foot on his chest and then sat on top of him, pointing the blade of the knife at his throat.

You breathed for the tears to disappear.

But looking at that scene below you, you couldn't stop crying.

The last light of the sun was reflecting off the knife today. It lightly illuminated the room.

You saw his gentle eyes and kind smile.

He didn't even move. Even if he could break free now and throw you off him, call the guards to take you to the dungeon.

But he doesn't…

"Why do you always have to smile like an idiot?!" you shouted. "Do you really want to die?!"

"You're beautiful even now." He said.

"Shut up! Why?!"

"From the beginning, I wanted to prove to you that you are not a cruel person. You don't want to get hurt. I wanted to show you that you can get love too."

You shivered as your heart pounded.

But with tears you brought the knife closer to his throat.

"Shut up! For everyone I'm just a queen that kills! I-"

"You're not an evil queen. You're the perfect queen who wants to take care of those she cares about. I know you may think differently of me than I do. If you think I'm like them, kill me. But I never meant to hurt you. What you do depends on you. I will accept what you give me. That's what you do out of love, right?"

"Y-You–!"

Your hands were shaking.

He still didn't move. He wasn't nervous at all.

"You won our game. Now I won't run away. I can't avoid it. I give you my life. I give it to my wife. Who is not an evil queen."

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Just one hand movement, and it's done.

You moved the blade.

You threw the knife on the floor, jumping off it.

You were kneeling on the floor, covering your face with your hands.

Two meters from him.

You can not do it…

You can't…

You felt something on your shoulder.

You looked over there.

"It's okay… Don't cry…" he said calmly and wrapped his arms around you very gently as he knelt behind you.

"I just wanted to kill you… so why are you now–"

"I love you. Isn't that reason enough? You are my wife. I swore allegiance to you. So I wanted to be true to what I said. I wanted to prove something to someone. What my wife is like. I wanted to prove to you that you have a good heart. If it wasn't, I would have been dead six months ago."

You moved.

He thought you would run away from him.

But you turned away, pressing your head against his chest.

He didn't do anything to you…

You couldn't kill him…

Because he was one of the few people who treated you differently.

Better.

Your husband was a good king…

You were supposed to be the evil queen…

You are not.

To him, you are the most wonderful woman.

He may have been against being with you at first, but he saw you walking around in dark dresses, making no secret of the fact that you were the cause of the deaths of so many important people.

You were nice. You cared about people.

And you didn't care what a cruel, bloody portrait you had in people's eyes.

Those who have listened to you believe that you are a good queen.

Those who don't know you think you're just a heartless murderer who out of selfishness and greed craves power.

However, you did not kill their wonderful king, who is not much different from this portrait.

His smile is on his face, but he has even more terrible scenes than you had.

Killing, torturing. Leaving to fate. Psychological and physical torture.

Cruel deaths.

He, the good king, hid this side from people.

But everyone knew the power in his hands.

You didn't hide the truth about yourself.

And the world shows you that sometimes a sweet lie is better than a bitter truth.

But what was supposed to connect you was never going to lie anymore.

It will be the sweet truth.

He promised you that people would recognize you.

And despite the fact that you have no heart and no mercy for criminals, you are actually a nice person.

As long as no one bothers you.

He got a chance from you. And you let him get as close as you've never been to anyone before.

You failed to kill him, and you no longer wanted to.

Not after everything he's done for you.

He himself could kill you and get rid of you.

But he didn't. He's not afraid that you might kill him in his sleep.

Because he trusts you.

Especially after you let him get so close to your body and heart that he'll never be able to leave again.

The first person you chose to be your husband, and you liked him, was him. Satoru.

Someone who thinks about you and not just about himself.

Even if he didn't want an arranged marriage, he somehow accepted you.

He liked the fact that you had emotions and your own opinion.

That you don't just live by what people think of you.

He only allowed you to try to kill him to prove to you that you are not what people tell you.

You're not cruel.

Even though you have no mercy, you are a loved one for those who are close to you.

Even though there aren't many people in your life who are so nice to you who love you, he was one of those people.

He deserved a place in your heart…

The only man you could love because he didn't see you as just killing anyone who was mean.

He was like that because he killed someone himself. That's the role of the king. Sentence to death, kill in combat.

He wasn't sure if he happened to be more murderous than you.

But your roles were made anyway.

Evil Queen and Good King.

Even if you're on a similar level at murder.

You will be Good, Beautiful Queen by his side.

And people can't say you'll be the same as you were.

Because you are his wife.

And what you decide, you do.

Because you are beautiful, strong and independent.

His great queen.

"It's okay if you still want to kill me." He said, stroking your head reassuringly. "I don't forbid you from trying your best. It was even fun…" he laughed.

You clenched your hands on his sides.

"You can still try to kill me–."

"I don't want to kill you…" you interrupted him, and suddenly you looked at him with a smile. "But don't think I'm going to be a gentle wife."

"And that's something I love." He smiled and placed his lips on your cheek.

"… I thought you didn't want to kill me anymore…" he moaned, feeling the ropes tighten on his body. "So what is it supposed to be?"

You wrapped a red rope around his chest.

He laughed as sweat slowly ran down his face.

He was trying so hard to be calm, but any human can start to panic the moment he can't move.

It was the same with him now.

If you wanted to kill him, you will surely succeed now.

You called him to your chamber. He came.

But then he realized it was quite dark there.

The windows are covered with thick curtains, and the lighting is provided by candles evenly distributed around the room.

There was a chair in the middle.

He called your name several times.

And he expected something perverted from you.

After all, when was it such a climate in the room? Warm light, alluring atmosphere. so good. So perfect for you.

As he walked over to the heavy chair, he wondered where you got it from.

It was definitely from here. Or did you have a carpenter do it?

It was tall and heavy.

Dimples on the legs, at the height of the ankles, and a specific shape of the back. Like it was perfectly made for his body.

It sure was comfortable.

And he could say it right away.

Besides, this height also showed that it was perfect for Him.

The red fabric covering in the middle and back contrasted with the dark wood.

Is this a gift for him from you?

If so, he'll be glad to lean you against the back of that chair and fuck you into oblivion.

But he knew it wasn't that kind of gift.

You are planning something.

As he ran his fingers along the smooth wood of the backrest, he felt someone pushing him.

When he turned around, he saw it was you. You stepped out from behind a large curtain, pushing him into a chair.

"(y/n)–."

"Don't move." You said grabbing his wrists tightly and pulling them back.

If he had tried to break free from your grip, he would have succeeded.

Because he is strong. But curiosity overcame him. He wanted to see what you would do to him.

But when he felt you wrap the string around his wrists, it was different.

He was curious what you would do to him. And there was also a dangerous excitement.

You've wrapped his big wrists many times as you've been training to keep him from breaking free.

His hands were tightly bound and the constriction in the lower part of the chair prevented him from getting up from the chair because his hands were behind his back and the chair was wider at the top of his back.

Even if he tried, his bound hands wouldn't let him get up.

It took some time to plan what this chair should look like…

And the king's carpenter agreed to do it.

As he leaned forward, you grabbed his head, catching his hair lightly, and pulled his head back, tugging on the white strands.

"No, my king. You can't move yet." You whispered in his ear.

As he listened to you with his pupils dilated to catch the light, you saw his ears blush…

You reached around him, passing the red rope from one hand to the other.

You wrapped his chest around it, leaving space where his tits were.

Something like this could be useful.

Later, you also bound his arms, making the bound hands immobile, and tied to the back of the chair.

You tied it with a strong knot, but you didn't tighten it on him so tight that it left marks. You don't want it to take away his blood supply.

"… I thought you didn't want to kill me anymore…" he moaned, feeling the ropes tighten on his body. "So what is it supposed to be?"

"I will not kill you, my king ~. You just said you wanted to play. Besides, I told you I wouldn't be a gentle queen." You laughed and knelt with him, spreading his legs, then tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Rope fit perfectly into the cut narrowings.

So that's why it's there…

After you finished, he started to move a little. Struggling. But he couldn't move his body.

It wasn't like he was fighting to get out.

It's as if he's only looking at how powerful the ropes are.

And the sight of you in front of him in a dark red dress with lace was wonderful.

You were so different from other princesses and queens.

They all wore bright, clean dresses.

And you often wore darker colors.

Maybe it's also because the light ones get dirty very quickly?

Especially if the dress is long and touches the floor.

He almost completely calmed down.

Only his heart pounded in his chest.

His breathing was heavier.

You are his dangerous pleasure.

You did something unexpected.

And he liked it.

The dangerous excitement he felt now.

The direction of his blood was clearly directed to his crotch, and he slowly felt it begin to harden in his pants.

"A gentle queen would never do such a thing, huh… And my queen finally caught me, heh." He smiled conceitedly.

"That pretty smile won't be there when you beg me, baby." You said and quickly untied the back of your dress,

Taking it off as you tossed the expensive fabric aside onto the floor, leaving your red petticoat with stockings on you.

You were walking on a soft carpet with a heavy chair on it.

You wanted it to be so heavy that he couldn't knock it over very easily.

Two people brought it here, and it was really hard for them to do it, but they made it.

You also had other surprises for him today.

"Beg? What should I beg for, baby?" He asked with the same smile.

You stood up and grabbed his cheeks to make him look up.

"We both know you can moan and beg like a whore. So be a good boy 'cause I make you beg for touch." you kissed his lips before pulling away and knelt down again, resting your cheek against his inner thigh.

You reached your hand to his increasingly visible cock.

"You like it." You smiled harder.

"I like giving attention from my wife. Will you touch me?" His grin appeared.

At what he said you snapped your fingers at his increasing length, causing him to hiss softly.

"Such a big, nice dick… However, if you still think you're driving now, your dick will be in your pants all the time. So cramped and uncomfortable. Without anything to touch." You said. "So be a good boy. Agreement?"

He looked at you with a blush on his cheeks.

He liked it…

"… Yeah… My queen." he said with a small smile and blush.

"Good boy~."

Suddenly you took out a knife.

He looked at you questioningly.

"You didn't say you were going to cut me." He grunted dissatisfied.

"If I didn't say so, then I won't." You laughed and cut the threads holding the buttons on his shirt.

To finally pull both sides of his shirt hard, revealing his chest.

You wanted to laugh softly as his nipples hardened at the feeling of cold around him.

His pants were getting very uncomfortably tight…

Seeing his displeasure, you reached down to his crotch and unzipped his pants.

He lifted his hips slightly to help you take it off him.

And now his pants and underwear were at his ankles, further restricting his movements when he was bound.

Now he won't do anything. He won't run away.

His pink tip rested on his thigh.

His hands were moving because he wanted so much to start massaging his cock.

Seeing you in front of him just made his skin tingle.

But he couldn't do it.

Only you could touch him because his body was immobile.

You threw the knife to the floor with a loud clatter.

You took off your petticoat, leaving you in only stockings in front of him.

"Without underwear? Be brave, baby." He smiled at the sight of your perky nipples and sweet, soft pussy for him to look at now.

You placed your finger on his lips, silencing him.

"Shh… Do not say anything. If you're a good boy who listens, I'll give you a reward."

"What reward?" he smiled.

"If you don't listen, I won't touch you. And you won't be able to touch either."

"Hard Punishment…"

"I know. That's why you promise to be a good boy?" You stroked his cheek.

He nodded at you, looking away with a blush.

"Perfect." You patted his head. "Good boys always get rewards. And if you promise to be a good boy, why shouldn't I reward you?"

He looked at you curiously as you knelt in front of him, stepping between his spread legs.

Kneeling on his pants that gathered at his ankles.

That's the height you were after.

His cock was perfectly level with your tits.

You reached for his semi-hard cock, licking the tip lightly.

He sighed softly, wanting more…

You licked the bottom of his cock then pulled away.

He looked at you questioningly as you spat on your chest and then down his length, smearing your saliva all over him.

And you moved closer, placing his shaft between your breasts, smearing saliva on your skin.

And when it fit perfectly, you cupped your tits with your hands, making you rub his cock.

He made low grunts as the soft mounds brushed hard against him. Because it was so enjoyable.

You smiled as you watched his flushed cheeks as his flushed cock brushed the tip against your skin until his warm, an oblong and large piece of his body gave hot drops of precum onto your skin.

Much to his displeasure, your touch left his cock, leaving him standing at attention in your direction.

Before he could say anything, he stopped himself, remembering that when he's a good boy, you'll give him a reward.

He carefully watched your wet breasts and how you reached into your hair, untying the black ribbon that held your hair.

You kissed his head, and suddenly wrapped a thin ribbon around its base.

You wrapped the fabric strap around it, pulling it tighter before tying a bow over his balls.

You tweaked it a bit to get a nice view.

His cock, standing and shining, hard. A black bow over his balls. And on its base a tightened strip of material that oppresses it.

You sat on his lap, kissing his chest that wasn't covered with rope until you moved your mouth to his nipple, sucking lightly.

His muscles tensed as you bit down slightly.

Pinching his sensitive bumps with your fingers, you stood over his hips, rubbing your clit lightly against the tip of his, giving both you and him pleasure.

While you're kissing.

His tongue swirled in your mouth before you dominated the kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth, causing him to purr.

But as his cock slid lower, touching your entrance, you pulled away from him completely.

You got off his lap and sat on the bed that was five feet in front of him.

"(y/n)~." he murmured. You could feel his plea for touch in his voice.

"You're such a good boy. But I have to punish you for breaking out in the beginning." You said with a winning smile.

You looked at his cock which turned from bright pink to red through the material that was tightened around it.

He looked so cute with that bow.

A big, pretty dick wrapped in a ribbon that swells and throbs.

He will moan so nicely when you sit on him~.

"When you don't complain, it will be faster for you ~."

You lay down suddenly on your back, dipping your fingers into your soft, wet folds.

Spreading out to show him your pussy.

You knew so well that his hungry eyes stared at your dripping folds.

You like the way he looks fucked up and flushed.

He will be very sensitive when you touch him.

With a small smile, you run your fingers over your clit quickly, widening your legs wide for him so he can watch and drool. What is he definitely doing.

It might be a little embarrassing to lie so open to someone, but it's worth your time. To see his fucked up face later when he wants to come.

To show him more, you inserted two fingers of your other hand into you, still moving quickly over your clit.

God, how he wanted to replace your fingers with his.

How he wanted to replace your fingers with his cock.

But he had to be a good boy because he won't get it at all.

Even if he tries to look away to stop feeling the throbbing in his swollen cock, your wet sounds and grunts will still make him stare at the beautiful scene before him.

Your pussy has always been so soft. He loved hiding inside of you so much. Hitting your soft body.

And now he also couldn't miss how your smaller hands are satisfying you.

He loved to dig his fingers and face into your pussy fat. Feeling soft. Feeling the taste. To feel your soft pussy sucking his hard cock inside.

If just looking could bring him to orgasm, he would have shot thick strings of cum long ago.

Not only was nothing touching him, but the bow on it would probably prevent him from coming. As befits a cock-clamping posture.

His breath quivered as your thighs trembled as well, and your fingers stopped as you came with a hollow groan.

He looked at his cock, red and begging for attention.

Drops of precum flowed from its tip, down its side.

If only he could somehow make anything touch his length…

He wanted so much to touch…

With a red face and hazy eyes, he looked at you as you sat on the mattress of the high bed, adjusting your stockings with labored breathing.

Seeing his almost teary eyes, you smiled slightly.

"what's wrong?"

You gave him a stronger smile.

He looked at you, then at his cock, then at you again.

A silent signal that he wants you to touch him.

"Sorry, I don't know what you mean."

"Come here…" he moaned.

"That's not how you should talk. A good boy doesn't talk like that." You waved your finger at him.

He sighed heavily.

He couldn't stand it…

Tears stung his eyes. He was so sensitive and the material on his penis wasn't helping.

"So? What should you say?" You walked over to him, sitting on his lap but being careful not to touch his cock.

His cock was crying with precum.

"Touch me." he murmured.

"I did not hear."

"Touch me." he said sharper.

"That's not how you should call me." You laughed. "I already told you that you would beg me. Show me your sweet face when you beg me."

Flushing, he watched as your hands massaged his thighs, close to his length, but you still hadn't touched him.

"So?"

"touch me please?"

"Better now. But say it louder."

Your fingers untied the bow, but instead of taking it off, you tightened the fabric a little tighter around his thickness.

He opened his mouth, letting out a trembling groan. His eyes released solitary tears as did his cock, which cried with more precum when squeezed.

"P-please…" he groaned, looking at you with glassy eyes.

Taking advantage of the drops of precum running down his cock, you tugged at the fabric, sliding it lightly over his cock. He hissed as he felt the pressure go higher up his length.

It pulsed. You've seen it so much.

His hips jumped as he tried to pull back, but he couldn't.

His legs moved, but he couldn't move them because of the ropes around his ankles.

"I can't hear you, honey~."

As you said, his smile disappeared from his face. And so red and desperate he looked so cute.

You felt your excitement run down your thigh at the mere sight.

"Please…"

"Say it louder and you'll get it." You ran your fingers across his chest.

"Fuck me… Touch me…"

"What are you saying?"

"Fuck me please!" he said out loud and you laughed.

You slowly removed the slightly wet ribbon from it, tossing it aside.

And to his relief, you grabbed his cock, smearing what was oozing from its tip down its impressive length.

So red and pulsating.

It's so begging to put it inside you, and feel all those veins on it.

When you petted him, he felt like he was about to explode.

He's coming really fast…

He doesn't care… He just wants to be in your pussy.

"Good boy."

You moved closer, aligning his weeping length below you, in straight line.

He was swollen. He was a little bigger than he would have been if you hadn't put that ribbon on him.

Which also makes him very sensitive.

He moaned loudly almost immediately as your entrance widened to accommodate the top of him.

After such torture, he finally got around to receiving your attention.

And it was such a great feeling. Almost overwhelming.

His eyes were still glassy and watery.

In one motion, you pushed it all the way in, waiting for you to get used to it.

But for him, the inside of your pussy was too good…

He had his hands on the ropes.

His eyebrows furrowed.

You wiggled your hips a bit, feeling swollen cock dilate you so much.

You looked at his face and smiled.

His arms were shaking. You felt him pulsating inside you.

It felt so good to have him inside.

So big…

You smiled as you sat motionless on his cock.

You kissed his neck.

"You can come. I know you're sensitive."

You jumped on his thighs, making your tight walls stroke him. he was moaning.

"I'm letting you come. Then do it, my king." You pulled his hair up slightly. "I want your sperm."

At your dirty words, he shuddered.

"Use my permission while you can. You don't want me to stop touching you again, do you?" You kissed his jaw to kiss him later.

You move your hips back and forth.

After no more than a moment, he moaned into your mouth, and you felt large amounts of cum filling you intensely.

You pulled it half way out and then sat on it again. Letting him end up completely inside you.

The feeling of his hot cum filling you inside was very pleasant.

Placing your hands on his lap, you arched your back back, watching as his cum flowed out of you with your movement. Even though his softening length acts like a plug for you to keep his seed from flowing out.

He was sensitive to the heat inside you.

But he knew it would make him hard again.

And ready to let your pussy milk him to the last drop again.

"Why are you still throwing a knife at me?" He asked as he tilted his head to the side as a knife landed next to his head.

"Habit… I'm just more irritable…" you said sitting on the bed.

"The blade never hits, so I know you're not trying to kill me." He laughed.

He walked closer to you and offered you his hand.

"People are waiting. Do you have the strength to get up?" He asked protectively. "Would you like to go there?"

"If the people want it, as their queen, I guess I must." You grabbed his hand and stood next to him. "Maybe they finally want to burn me at the stake as a witch."

"Don't joke like that. They would never want to do that to you."

"That's right. I didn't do anything wrong to them."

"You are a great queen to them. Besides, we have to share this information with them sometime."

"You're right… I'm just not used to that kind of thing. But I wouldn't be surprised if they still hate me."

"It's been so long. After all, everything is so perfect. Nobody's going to want to do that to you." He smiled, placing his hand on your lower back. "Besides, in audiences people asked if you were well, because they hadn't seen you outside for a long time."

"Really?"

"You are a great queen to them. How could it be otherwise. Besides, there are lots of people waiting to see us. Did you know that the ill health of a king or queen makes people sad? When they feel devoted to the ruler like those here, they don't play or anything until the ruler recovers. So everyone wants to know what's going on with you. So many times they asked Shoko when she went to visit you what was going on."

"Even as a medic, she didn't tell anyone?" You asked, grabbing his hand as you walked beside him.

"A secret is a secret. But it's best to finally talk about it." He chuckled softly. "If they ever find out anyway, better sooner than later. To avoid controversy among people. After all, not everyone can accept a secret that is still hidden."

"You won…" You smiled at him.

Your dark blue dress was picked up by him as you walk down the stairs next to him.

"Or maybe they want to burn me at the stake?" You asked laughing as you heard people clapping and shouting as the man said you were leaving.

"Does it sound like they want to do this? I hope you'll eventually get used to this kind of love people show."

You went out with him to the low terrace in front of the courtyard where the people had gathered.

When they saw you, they cheered.

Especially when your husband stood behind you, placing his hands on your belly visible under the dress.

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Please hear me out!

i’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I wanted to write it myself but I can’t write for shit 😭 Here’s my idea, reader (she/her) is close friends with Satoru and Suguru. She takes Suguru’s place instead, and Suguru ends up not going insane, and decides to stick around in Jujutsu High. But because the reader takes his place in this story, she spirals and abandons the idea of being morally good. (She’s a sensitive softie at heart 🥹 the cruel reality of being a sorcerer really took a toll on her). She commits so many crimes that the higher ups urge the strongest duo to finally execute her after dismissing her for nearly a decade. She dies in their hands, and doesn’t get a proper burial. Kenjaku takes her body and uses it as vessel. When Shibuya arc finally unfolds, she shows up right in front of Satoru and Suguru, alive and well. Soon reveals that it’s Kenjaku who has full control of her body. Of course their guilts eats them alive, and the reader (more like kenjaku) rubs salt on their wounds by taunting them about how she’s a great vessel and also a waste that she had to die so soon.

LOST CAUSE — F. READER x GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU, but there’s no romance whatsoever, guest appearance of Kenjaku

cw: an au where SatoSugu have another close friend; spoilers for Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arc and the very beginning of Shibuya arc, so much angst and the usual that comes with JJK – blood, hurt, tears and depression : D also, possibly inaccurate references to the original plot, reader's death — 5,5k words

a/n: I’m hearing you out dear! Thank you for the conception, it certainly fulfilled my need to write long and angsty <3

It was stupid. All of it was stupid. Why? Which decisions led you to where you now stood, all of your mind and body filled with devastation as you stilled in time – above the piles of little corpses, disfigured and permanently contorted in a grimace of dread and suffering. A stench of blood and burned bodies irritated your nostrils, your eyes were teary from all the smoke that still was filling the air and as you looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood and purple goo. Sticky. Repulsive. And the screams. In the dead silence of your surroundings, your head was still filled with an echo of those, who were now dead at your feet. Those, who you were unable to save. The imagery of them running, begging, dying carved itself into your mind. Why were you here, again?

* * *

“Hey, y/n, you’ve lost some weight. Are you alright?”, Satoru asked, playing with pencil that just a moment ago he asked you to throw at him. A showcase of his new skills, the techniques he’s been perfecting for the last year after encountering Toji Fushiguro. You forced a smile, squinting from the blinding sun of the summer at its peak.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, patting Suguru’s shoulder, because his attentive eyes were scanning you already for any sign of disorder; you could hear his analytic brain cranking up, his golden pupils drilling holes in your head. “I’m good, it’s just too hot you know?”

“Wanna go grab some ice cream later?”

“Always.” No, you didn’t wanna go grab ice cream with them. You didn’t wanna grab anything with anyone for that matter and already you had come up with some half-baked excuse to sell later to your two best friends.

You, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were all in the same year in Jujutsu high. You joined them a little late, but quickly found yourself inside the love triangle with the two boys. You called it love, but it truly was nothing more than just a bonding friendship that you wished will last forever; a really close one and you couldn’t imagine your world without their chaos. They were like brothers to you, the ones you’ve never had and Ieiri was like a sister, but she was smart enough to keep her distance from the mess of SatoSugu. You were not as bright in that matter, but for two years, you couldn’t appreciate enough the yin and yang that they created, the casual bickers and deep talks late at night, the cuddles and pinches, the pats and smacks, the tears and laughs, sleepovers, sleepless nights and everything between. You loved them, you couldn’t think of your future without them.

That’s until not that long ago. Few months, maybe. You felt like you’ve been spiraling slowly into something that could only be named depression, because if not that, then what else? Why would you randomly tear up nowadays, zoning out completely in the midst of sentences. Why would you spend nights, blankly staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, isolating yourself from your friends more and more? And why would you still hear that? The screams, the pleads of hysteric, the soul-tearing sounds of pain and frighten that you’ve been carrying inside your brain since that one mission.

Everything went wrong then, and you were alone. Shoko stayed at the campus, working her way towards becoming a doctor and you, Satoru and Suguru were assigned only to solo missions since the plasma vessel failure. You were strong, it was stated that your year was exceptional, that all of you have a chance to become special grades soon, but you hated that. Being strong came with a burden that you were not ready to take, and when you realized that, most of it was already heaving on your shoulders.

When you got to that school, it was already too late and it wasn’t your fault. You rushed there as soon as you were assigned with the job, but when you dropped the curtain and looked at the building, there was already smoke coming from the window holes, that some time earlier had glass in them. And when you kicked your way inside the little indoor sports arena, the view struck you in ways you couldn’t possibly prepare yourself for and certainly, you couldn’t process it as well. The school was primary, those people were just kids, but the curses pay no mind to age of their victims. This one was particularly playful – or rather, eagerly violent – spreading hellfire around, burning these children alive one by one, causing chaos, suffering and bloodshed. When you finished exorcising it, it was over. For the curse, for your job and for the lives of all of those children. None survived. Not even one.

Not always we can save everyone, Suguru always told you, rationalizing the sacrifices sorcerers have to make and you tried to repeat that in your head when you got out. You tried to play it over the screams, but eventually, the soft tone of your friend’s voice got lost in the catastrophic cacophony of sorrow, sizzling skin and burning death. And that, maybe wouldn’t be enough for you to lose your mind. Maybe you could recover from that, but soon after the incident you witnessed the group of people that stood behind the assault. A band of grown humans, men and women, who were convinced some of those children were possessed by devils or some other shit, so in all hypocrisy known to race, they hired a curse user to fight fire with fire. Quite literally. Those people were so blinded by their fear of unknown that they sacrificed lives of dozens of little children, they shattered so many innocent lives only because they believed in something absurd. And then, they tried to push the blame on you, on sorcerers despite the fact they hired one to do the dirty job. And then, they killed the user, fearing him too. When you’ve got to see the body of a sorcerer that you’ve never got to meet, or at least you thought so, you realized that probably, you wouldn’t recognize him anyway. You’ve seen corpses barely reminiscing of humans, twisted and broken as curses often chose the most petrifying, violent ways of killing, but this? This was something you’ve never seen before – a cruel, ruthless exhibition of pure hate, evidence of deliberate torture, the picture painted in stabs, burns and bruises. All of which, caused by people, who frankly, showed no remorse nor regret as their faces were painted in pride, origin of which you failed to notice.

Those humans. Used jujutsu to commit mass murder only to blame it on your people and kill them. Animals. No. Worse. Much worse.

“Y/n, please, let’s talk it through,” Suguru tried to reason, as you stood up against the two of your friends, in the middle of Shibuya’s scramble crossing. People were passing next to the three of you, unbothered by the way your worlds were colliding right here, in the busiest part of Tokyo. People didn’t care of others, they wouldn’t react if someone next to them would get stabbed to death, only caring about their own shoes to not get them stained in the dirt of blood.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s not who you are,” Satoru raised his tone, but all you felt was nothing. The emotions you’ve seen on his face were real, you knew it. Satoru wears his heart on his shoulder, he pours everything he feels into the words he aims at people that are close to his soul, and you were no exception, but at this moment, you felt nothing. “I know you couldn’t do that.”

“Couldn’t I?”, you asked, thinking back on the last Friday, during which you executed those same people that used jujutsu sorcerers to wipe the floors of that primary school. To wipe the blood and burned bodies. You remember how they knelt before you, how the women cried begging for their lives, yelping that they have children, families and yet, those same children and families were nowhere in their mind when they ordered a mass murder in the primary school. “And why would that be exactly? Because you two think so?”

“Y/n, I get it,” Geto stepped forward, but stopped as you glanced at him. “I really do. You know me, we talked about it. It was hard for me too after Riko, I know what you’re going through.”

“I know Suguru.”

“I thought you keep his side, y/n,” Gojo threw his hands in the air, helplessly trying to find the words to dress his mind with. “I thought you believe in doing good with your powers. That people won’t understand so we shouldn’t look at them and just do what we do. Wasn’t that what you’ve told me?”

“I did, yes,” you gave it a nod and exhaled. “But it changed. Yes, they won’t understand. Anything that they can’t comprehend is pure evil for them and yet they believe in such absurd like gods. They will use us to do their dirty works and then blame us for it, because they cannot understand a single thing. And then, they will kill us, one by one and we, the strongest, cannot do nothing about it. We’ll have to go through life through the corpses of our friends. People don’t deserve what we do for them.”

“Y/n, please, let’s talk about it. Let’s get back to school-“ Geto tried, but you cut him off.

“You two, get back to school. I know I have a sentence already, there’s no point for me to get back there only to get executed. And frankly, I don’t want to get back there, to take part in what they teach us is right when we die for those people. We give our lives for them and they have no idea,” you said, taking a step back. You could tell the lights will soon switch. “Look around, Satoru, Suguru. They crawl around us unaware of our sacrifice and yet, even if they are so fragile a single blow can kill them, they think we deserve to be killed. I’m not gonna take part in this anymore. I’m sorry.”

“We can’t let you go, you know that, we-“

“Then attack me. I’m sure any of you can take me down. I’d rather die by your hands, than on a job of protecting them.”

You turned your back on them, and Satoru raised his hand, pointing at your silhouette, blue already on his mind as his cursed energy gathered in front of his fingers. Suguru’s curses sprawled out of their dimension, but none of them pursued with the attack, unable to do that. They couldn’t kill you. You were too dear to them. They loved you too much to take your life like this. So they let you go, and soon enough, they lost the sight of you in the crowd.

* * *

Nine years. It's been almost a decade and many things changed. You changed your ways completely, making a point of protecting sorcerers from people, even if that meant killing them, but care for humans was something you’ve lost many years ago, having it slowly replaced by disgust. Your once soft heart turned hard and dark and all the good in you vanished as you time after time solidified your beliefs that humans are simply not worth saving, therefore there was no need to keep them alive the moment they became useless. Over those years, you used those people to your benefit, raising money and gathering intel and then, the second their use to you has become nonexistent, so were them. Blood burned permanent stains on your hands but screams of hurt didn’t phase you at all. Have you become a monster? You might have. But for the lives of sorcerers, it was worth it.

It’s been almost a decade since you’ve been dismissed from jujutsu community for crimes, that over those years piled up rapidly and during this time, both Satoru and Suguru tried to stay out of this, whilst Yaga turned a blind eye to the corrupted path one of his students went down by. The now principal felt responsible for not doing enough, for not saying enough, for not noticing soon enough and though the rest of his students, now teachers in Jujutsu high told him that some things were inevitable, it wasn’t that easy to switch off the thinking. Same went for both the strongest, but for years, they waited in hopes for something to change.

That was until you killed someone seemingly important. A politician of sorts, high government pawn that you learned was funding a unit of so-called sorcerer killers, ones that modelled after Toji Fushiguro in cold blood were meant to take down a menace that jujutsu users were, as if it was them who were the ones to fear. Opposite to little no-one’s deaths, this one was loud, this one was medial and this one, Yaga couldn’t let slip. So, an order was given.

Kill on sight.

Almost ten years, and yet Satoru still couldn’t believe what happened. Whilst young, the three of you were almost inseparable and you, out of the whole group, were the most sensitive person he knew. You were soft and full of smiles, kind above all else and yet, you were strong enough to hold back the tears he knew were threatening to roll down your cheeks on many occasions. You were soothing, an oasis that was easily able to turn any darkness into light, and what Satoru couldn’t forgive himself was that once that same darkness started devouring you, he didn’t notice. Too focused on his own missions, on lighthearted shenanigans, on perfecting his usage of limitless and six eyes, he had no idea about your state of mind and when he realized, you have already been sentenced. Suguru didn’t notice either. Or maybe didn’t want to notice, because you talked through many nights about the doubts you both had. He knew about the utter devastation that was slowly consuming your soul but hoped you’ll overcome it, because you always were a sunshine, and a sunshine couldn’t die down to shadows. Turned out, this shadow was pitch black and no light made its way through it.

“Y/n,” they called you and the beautiful music that their voices created brought back memories of your youth. Ten years, almost, had passed since you’ve seen your best friends the last time, and with curiosity sparkling through your system, you turned to face them.

“Satoru, Suguru,” addressing them, your lips curved up slightly in a manner of soft joy. Your heart fluttered at the sight; your pulse raised just as it would for person who’s just seen the love of their life. “Long time no see.”

“It’s not as pleasurable as we would like it to be, y/n,” Suguru sighed and you took a moment to absorb the view.

Both of them changed. Suguru, still tall and broad, seemingly even buffier than he was before stood there with his hair now longer and partially knotted and partially left loose on his back. His facial features sharpened, jaw got more edge to it, eyes turned more narrow and focused, but still, some softness remained from what you remembered and probably he would seem even more familiar if not for the tough expression he had going on. Satoru, right next to him, became even taller. His white hair was now pointing up, kept by a white wrap that completely covered his eyes – something that he probably adapted during the time of usage of his six eyes. Not much of his face you could see, but with ease you noticed his features matured. Both were dressed in uniforms that you could only tie to their unbreakable bond with Jujutsu high.

“You’re now teachers, the two of you, huh?”, you asked, smiling softly, but keeping their moves in mind. “I’ve heard this year’s students are exceptional, now it makes sense. Good they have such amazing senseis.”

“You could have been one of the teachers too,” Gojo snapped.

“How could I teach anyone something I don’t believe in?” a chuckle rumbled deep in your chest as you thought of the image. Abstraction of it made you amused. “How’s Shoko? Is she a doctor now?

“She is,” Geto muttered, unsure why is he answering your questions. “Yaga is the principal.”

“Oh, is he? Look at him, climbing up that ladder,” you laughed, “so, it’s on his orders that you two are here?”

“You killed a fucking politician, y/n,” Satoru spoke, sounding calm but you could tell his blood was boiling. Both of his hands hidden in his pockets were visibly clenched in fists and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew his brows were furrowed. “Almost a decade we allowed you to do whatever you tried to do, but this time, higher ups stepped in. The sentence is decided, we cannot let you pursue your goals further.”

“And why are you both here? I’m sure just one amazing special grade would be enough,” there was a certain amount of poison in your words, though it wasn’t directed at your friends and both of them knew it. “Are the higher ups so desperate to get me off the board because it’s them who give green lights to those assholes that kill us? Did you know that that pathetic politician I’ve killed was in midst of creating an army of little Toji Fushiguros? How do you think he even knew about the dude, huh?”

“An army of Toji?”

“Yeah, remember that guy, that cut both of you into slices? Yea, that one. And who’s giving away the cursed tools to said army? Well, it’s not me and I assume not any of you as well.”

“Y/n,” Suguru made his way to the side in what seemed like an attempt on surrounding you, because in that same moment, Satoru began shifting to the other side. “I agree with you. People don’t deserve what we do. But no one else can do it. You’re killing those whom we swore to protect.”

“Tell me, Suguru… how many bodies of our friends did Shoko cut open?” you asked and the question made the dark-haired man tsk. It was the truth that hurt the most, he hated how precisely it hit the spot. “How many of our allies were spread across her metal table after Haibara was there? Well, half of Haibara?”

“That’s not the point,” Satoru scoffed and with an exhale, he raised his hand up to loosen up the bandages around his eyes. “We die just as people die. Sorcerers are not above death. You know that, right?”

“We’re not above that, but we are above people and we risk our lives, which we just like them have only one of, for them. And they fuckingstep on it. If I have to pick who’s gonna die from a curse, why would I pick a sorcerer, when a loss of a mere human will be much less tangible than the loss of one of us?”

“Because they cannot protect themselves from curses, and we can.” Geto replied and in a whiff, you felt the appearance of his curses around him. Both him and Gojo were getting ready for a fight, so you had to get ready as well.

“But can we really protect ourselves from them?”, you glared back at him; your tone calm but laced with icicles that pierced through Suguru’s mind as he struggled to see you inside of you.

All of the softness he had always equated you with dissolved into something he couldn’t quite place. Image of you killing someone just for the sake of killing somehow couldn’t materialize inside his mind and it pained him, breaking his heart to think that he will be the reason of your death. And it’s true that probably, just one of them would be enough for that fight, but there was no way they would be able to chose and no one else could do it. You were the strongest, you grew into a special grade quickly after leaving and your technique proved to have no flaws or holes. You were a threat above abilities of others, stepping down only to the two of your friends, if not being equal to them.

“Let’s do it quickly, Suguru,” Satoru sighed, tucking his wraps into one of his pockets.

“Oh, where’s your playful attitude, Satoru?”, you teased, but somehow it hurt you as well. It was your friend you were talking to. Both of them, that came here to kill you and only way for you to get out of it was to kill them.

And killing them, turned out, you couldn’t do. Even hurting them came with difficulty not physically, but mentally. But you fought them both at the same time, keeping a defensive stance, searching for an opening to vanish. From them, you wished to run away, to not make them take the burden of your death because you could see it in their eyes, you were just as dear to them still, as they were to you. But they left you no opening to run away, so you fought. Using everything you’ve got to immobilize them, because instead of taking their lives, that would give you more time.

The way you stood against them, with your cursed technique of energy manipulation, it gave them the hardest time since Toji, and considering they were both taking part in the fight now, ten years after and significantly stronger, just showed how much work you’ve put into your own development. And with pride you noticed, how strong both of your friends became as well. You countered all of their attacks, slashed away the curses and blocked the blues and reds, albeit it really was a matter of time and you knew that. And so, you pushed through, materializing in your hands weapons made from pure, solidified cursed energy, using swords and needles and creating armor around your body that effectively, shielded you from any attack. Your weapon was different from cursed tools. It was made only from energy, strong and unbendable, changing shapes and forms as you deemed it necessary, allowing you to use it in close combat and on long distances. Any curses Suguru summoned stood no chance against what you wielded, but the sheer amount of them was just short of overwhelming you. On top of that, Satoru’s constant offensive, his fists saturated in limitless abilities, the sheer strength of both bodies that were attacking you, slowly rendered you weaker. And it didn’t surprise you.

The end has come when one of the curses stopped you mid-way, engaging in a fight that distracted you enough for a hollow purple to reach your body. The blast threw you away as your body pierced through three buildings straight, through thick concrete bocks and hard steel reinforcements like it was tearing through wet paper and it’s only thanks to the full body coverage of your cursed technique, that it didn’t kill you on the spot. But it hurt. All of your body felt broken once you finally stopped, back pressed against the wall that still cracked underneath the impact of your frame hitting it. Blood covered your vision and a cough shook your body with painful wave overtaking your entire nervous system.

“So that’s the infamous hollow purple, huh?”, you muttered, leaning your head back against the cold solid behind you. There wasn’t much in your body that wouldn’t be fractured at least, you could tell without a mistake that your heart was still beating only because of the cursed energy that still circled throughout your frame.

Both men appeared in front of you, jumping from above – Suguru coming from one of his flying curses and Satoru, probably just teleported here.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Gojo whispered, squatting in front of you and Geto followed his motion to level his vision with yours.

“’ts alright, ‘toru,” you muttered, feeling the dizziness taking the best of you. After the hit you took, you were certain not even a genius like Shoko could save you. “Sugu… both so strong.”

Exchanging a quick glance, both sorcerers sat down, on your sides, paying no mind to the puddle of blood underneath you. They took your hands, so small in comparison to theirs, now red and wounded severely, but the pain you couldn’t feel much of anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take this mission for you. Back in our days. It was meant to be mine, but I was training,” Satoru confessed, squeezing lightly the fractured bones in your palm, reminiscing of the day that was the beginning of your end. The elementary. That day engraved itself in his memory as one of many days that seemingly mattered nothing. Yaga told him about the issue, the curse and fire in school for the youngest, but he brushed it off, focusing all of his mind on perfecting the last touches of his technique. He still remembers how sensei was mumbling profanities, but couldn’t care less because he was that close from teleporting.

“’ts okay, ‘toru.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there either,” Suguru added, his voice barely a whisper as you leaned your head against his shoulder, desperate to ease the heaviness. What Geto remembered from the day in question was that he had an issue with his own technique. Little difficulty, as he was absorbing one of the special grade curses he just caught. It wasn’t severe, it wasn’t even that important, he could have fix this on another time and take the god damn mission, but instead, he declined. “I thought if I don’t take the job, Satoru will, but turned out, it got to you.”

“Sugu, ‘ts ok.”

“Remember how we used to sneak out the dorms to get ice cream in the middle of the night?”, Satoru changed the topic completely – a defensive mechanism to lighten up the mood, to prevent him from crying. And you hummed in response, lowering your heavy lids.

“And how Satoru got drunk after three sips of a beer? That’s when we all knew he’s the lightest head in the history,” Suguru added and faded images of how Gojo discovered that he cannot drink to save his life rushed to the front of your mind.

You had no idea how long it took, was it few minutes or merely few seconds, but you listened to both men rambling above your head, reminiscing of your school days and everything that you did together. Of every prank you witnessed that they took on poor first years, of every little mischief and menace they performed, following Satoru’s lead, because it’s always him who stood tall in the name of chaos. You were humming softer and softer, quieter and quieter.

Until you were not.

“And then we put those cupcakes in Nanami’s bed and-“

“Satoru,” Geto cut him softly, looking down at your stilled frame. At your frozen chest and softened features, sensing no more heartbeat. And Gojo turned his eyes towards you as well, taking in the last picture of you, who he loved as his little sister, even though there was no age gap between you and him. And then they both cried in silence, spending another hour with your dead body before gathering you and taking home.

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October 31, 2018

21:18

Only word that could describe what was happening in Shibuya at this moment would be chaos. Pure disorder, people frightened and running, some unconscious on the ground and some other hiding from what was happening in the Shibuya station. Most of them couldn’t see it but felt the terror, saw the blood, smelled the death in the middle of which, two men were standing.

Both Satoru and Suguru, when they came down here to fight whatever the hell was attacking people, couldn’t move; their heads void of any logical thoughts as memories rushed to the fronts of their minds. Stunned to the core and frozen, they looked into the eyes of the person in front of them, distrusting their own vision. The person that wore the familiar look of you, the energy of you and what seemed like – the same cursed technique, and voice, and face, and hair, and everything. Not one thing betrayed trickery or deception as there you stood, facing them both with a smile on your face – one of those soft ones that had melted their hearts on the spot a decade before. Your features relaxed, genuine, borderline joyous as you breathed the air around them once again.

“What…?”, Suguru snapped first, forcing his own body to move and smacking his friend’s shoulder. “How?”

“Who the hell are you…?”, Satoru whispered, voice stuck in his throat as all of the information that his senses were receiving contradicted with what his soul was telling him.

“Aah? It’s been few months, but do you not recognize me anymore?”, your voice flew through your mouth, the very same gentle and bright tone they used to fall asleep to. “It’s hurting my feelings.”

“Cut it,” Gojo snapped, now putting more pressure on his vocal cords, a groan escaping his throat in effect. “Cut the bullshit, you’re not her. You cannot be her. Y/n is-“

“Dead? Yeah, that purple really messed me up,” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders slightly and stepping forward. “I have to admit, restoring the body wasn’t the easiest of all.”

“Reveal yourself,” Geto took the defensive stance, ready to pursue with attack if needed and his curses floating behind him on standby. “You’re not fooling us.”

“Ah, how stubborn,” another laugh brightened your face, only now more menacing, more teasing as your dainty fingers reached up to gather the lose hair out of your forehead, revealing a line of thin stitches across your skin there. “See, you really did me a favor by burying her body oh-so traditionally. Isn’t that the procedure to burn every deceased sorcerer?” your mouth was moving, spilling the words interlaced with taunt as the, what looked like, thread was pulled out of the horizontal line above your eyebrows and soon after, grabbed by the hair, the top of your head was lifted, revealing the terrifying image of a brain. With mouth of its own.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Oh, I just took what you two threw away,” you replied, slowly putting the upper skull part down on its place, matching the lines as the thread went through the holes by itself, securing the head together. “And I have to thank you for your little sentiment. If not for that, I wouldn’t have my perfect vessel. Ah, but it’s sad, isn’t it? Such a young, pretty girl had to die so early, and more so, killed by her own best friends. What a waste to jujutsu community, don’t you think?”

Both the boys stood there in shock, guilt eating them alive as the salt and acid was being rubbed into the wounds that just opened. The scabs of the past were ripped away, revealing the gushing pain and Satoru growled in anger, realizing that once again, he might have been responsible for what happened to you. This time, Suguru kept up with him in terms of fury, feeling his own blood boiling in his veins, unable to watch your body being possessed like this, used like a toy.

“Y/n, I know you’re there-“ Gojo called, but got stopped quickly by another pilfering laugh.

“Oh, but she’s not. Her soul is long gone and dead. You made sure to have her soul dead, and you have to know I nearly teared up reviewing her memories when I took the body. Such a poignant story, oh, so heartbreaking.” The teasing had no end as more and more poisonous venom spilled through your mouth, contradicting the carefree and joyful tone of your voice.

“What makes you believe that even if you take her body, you can win here? We’ve defeated her already,” Suguru narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, you’ve won but that’s because she let you two won. Wasn’t that surprising how easily you finished her? A special grade? How she didn’t even try to dodge the hollow purple, like the little curse that she was fighting with was really that much of a struggle? Oh, don’t be silly, you two. It wouldn’t be that easy if she tried.”

“We won’t let you-“

“You must understand your situation. What you’re standing in is a special grade cursed object. A prison realm, and to say it simply, you’ve already lost,” you pointed at the floor, from where the four corners of a cube stretched into a mass of flesh, with an eye – giant and bleeding, staring at its target, as the next stage of sealing began before either of sorcerers reacted. “And what’s more interesting, the prison realm can seal only one person at the time, but with the incredible technique of my current host, I was able to fuel its capacity to two occupants, by manipulating the cursed energy it used. Marvelous!”

The cursed object began enveloping both men, rendering them helpless and immobile, as their cursed energy became unavailable for their use.

“We’ll save you, y/n, you hear me?”, Satoru yelled in unison with his friend and the lone tear rolled down your face, before your hand reached up wiping it in amusement.

“Gate close.”

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cheonstapes · 6 months

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geto suguru stars in... 'CHOKE ME OUT' (☆_@)

a/n ~ thinkin about when kenjaku was drooling as he choked himself...yeaaaaaaaa

summary; play fighting with your man leads to some...interesting discoveries.

wc; 700+

pairing; geto suguru x reader

cw; SMUT!!, m!masturbation, choking kink, switch!geto, switch!reader, thigh kink, cumplay, they tussle a lil, geto wants reader to suffocate him basically, nawt proofread - surprise!!

you knew your boyfriend was 100 times stronger than you, but that didn’t stop you from trying.

he always went easy on you anyway, he sees you as his delicate little princess - he doesn’t want to hurt you — but he still always won. that is what made you wanna take him down even more. you were standing on opposite sides of the room, circling each other all predator like. “c’mon baby, you scared?” fuck no. in fact, he didn’t know that you’d been training for this - you were gonna take. him. down.

“shut up, ‘guru.” you murmured, dipping behind the couch as you crawled on the floor to sneak up on him. “huh? the fuck are you doing?” he couldn’t help but laugh at how serious you were taking this, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around for you. ok, now he was a bit lost. it’s like you no clipped through the floor, he couldn’t see you at all. “baby? where’d you-“

you suddenly sprung up from behind, jumping on his back. he let out a little gasp, gripping your thighs as they wrapped around his waist. “what-!” both of you fell onto the couch, his body shuffling down to try and get out of your grip. his hands pushed and prodded your thighs, trying to pry them from around his neck but they wouldn’t budge. you tightened them, grabbing his wrist in your smaller hands to restrain him further. “looks like you’re in a bit of a predicament, babe. you gonna give up?”

you knew you won, finally. his body relaxing slightly as he let out a small groan. snickering quietly as you let go of his wrist and peered over at his face. seeing him like that, was the last thing you expected. his face was flushed, eyes rolled back as drool slipped from his lips. the more you looked, the more desperate he got - his bulge fat and aching, twitching under the weight of your gaze. “fuck…stop- stop lookin’ at me like that.”

he’s never felt so turned on in his life. having his girl wrap her beautiful thighs around him, choking him out within a inch of his life was his biggest dreams — if he died in between your thighs, he would die a happy man. your smile was downright sinful as you realised what got your boyfriend so worked up - wrapping your legs even tighter around his thick neck. “oh-ho, you like this?” he nodded as best as he could, a hand slipping under his waistband to fish out his cock whilst the other roamed your thigh.

“harder, baby. need you to choke me with those sexy thighs of y’rs.” his large hand worked his cock, lips coming down to bite your flesh, sucking little red marks along them. he couldn’t believe this was happening. he could practically taste your slick pouring outta your cunt, you clearly liked it as much as he did or else you wouldn’t be so fucking wet. “harder? god, you’re such a masochist.”

his hips chased his fist like a madman, body trembling as he could feel himself getting lightheaded. the way you panted above him, your hips now starting to grind softly — searching for some kind of friction. you were just so cute, if he wasn’t about to pass out — he would eat you out like it was his last meal. “bout to cum, angel. s-shit, gonna bust ‘cause of your pretty fuckin’ thighs.”

his whines were so pretty. his hair tickled your skin as he writhed under you, veins in his hands bulging as he fucked his hand to completion. “fuuuck me! i love you, baby, so — so perfect f’r me.” thick ropes of gooey cum jetted out of his red tip, his thighs trembling and mouth salivating. the dopey grin he had when he looked at you melted your heart, and made your clit throb — you so badly wanted to suffocate him with your cunt till he was begged you to stop. he was too cocky for a guy who was just begging his girlfriend to choke him out.

he shuffled out of your grip as it loosened around his neck, raising a cum soaked hand in between your thighs — spreading his cum on the crotch of your panties.

“want me to choke you with my thighs now?”

“not a chance, suguru.”

-cmere ill let you choke me

#cheonstapes #cheonsshowreals 🤍#geto smut #geto x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #jjk smut #jjk x reader #cheonstapes films!🪷

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blankwashed · 29 days

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“daddy..daddy stop..”

he slides his fingers into your wet abyss. playing with the folds, gathering the wetness you have. all you wanted to do was sleep. after being intoxicated, he had different plans.

“please daddy, not now…I—sleep, please…”

daddy doesn’t care. all he wants is your sweet & juicy pussy to be wrapped around his fingers and cock. you weren’t being obedient, which made him upset.

“school..tomorrow—please daddy not tonight—“

he grunted and licked a stripe from your pulled apart panties.

“d’you think i’d care? you were so disrespectful during dinner. eying up my subordinate? you’d think i won’t notice, you slut?” he spat on your face, with the lingering scent of cigarettes & alcohol.

“daddy i wasn’t— i just thought he was as good looking as—“ you yelped. your ass was stinging red from his slap.

he then held your hair up into a ponytail close to his neck, making you yelp.

“i would gauge your eyes out next time if you’d dare to think another man is handsome. mark my words princess, you’re still just a piece of used meat” and again he spat, but not anywhere but on your pussy.

you struggled but the pull on your hair tightened. he was not going to let you go.

he gritted his teeth before saying loudly, “who’s fucking pussy is this?” his piercing stare at you made you more afraid than turn on.

“yours daddy, only yours” your words were shaky as you trembled when you spoke them. his firm grip on your hair didn’t loosen.

you knew what he wanted at this point but you were so tired. you went to school today; including curriculum activities—band practice, seminars—

the silence prolongs but the grip has not loosened. you knew what you had to do- every time daddy’s upset he only needs one thing.

mustering up all the strength you had, you opened your lips, the deep cavern, to take him in. still holding on to your head, he jerked his body hitting the back of your throat.

you felt alive again, mostly from the pain that his fat cock was causing. but you just loved the taste of it. like a good girl, your mouth played musical instruments on his shaft. your tongue on the other hand was getting in between his glans.

he moaned as you were skilled at making him feel like he was on cloud nine. to prolong him from blasting in your mouth, he would take his cock out, slap it on your cheek and push it back in, hitting the back of your throat again.

“s—say my n—name, you know how to make me cum, bitch. if you keep teasing you know what’s coming for you…”

“daddy cum for me…”

as he heard your praise, he released his sweet cum in your mouth and you gulped down the delicious treat.

he always says, a good daddy’s little girl is one that cleans up all daddy’s mess.

“naughty girls don’t deserve anything in return, sleep. i’ll take you to school tomorrow,”

Sukuna, Gojo, Kento, Toji, Suguru, Kenjaku, whoever you want lol

think of whoever you want, i was thinking of Diluc tbh (LOL his figurine was staring at me)

daddy’s just really not pleased with you

#Satoru gojo #Gojo Satoru #satoru smut #kenjaku smut #Kento smut #Suguru smut #Toji smut #smut #yes daddy i’ll please you #Geto smut #fics

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kenjakusbrainstem · 6 months

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Too Much (Kenjaku x Reader x Mahito)

Contains: Double penetration in one hole, manhandling, cunnilingus, m/f/m threesome.

Hello! Day 16 of Kinktober: Double penetration in one hole! This was fun as I just love writing Kenjaku and Mahito together. No real thoughts on this one other than how nice it was to write them having a consensual threeway for once! Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain! Comment or rb if you like <3

Over the decades of devotedly following Kenjaku, you’d met a lot of eccentric people. From strange sorcerers, to power hungry humans, you really felt like there was no way anything could surprise you anymore. However, with Kenjaku’s curiosity and love for chaos, he always managed to keep you on your toes.

His latest group was no exception, though they did treat you a little differently. While Kenjaku was playing the role of Suguru Geto, you found yourself in a role not too far from your true identity: a devout follower, someone that would do any and everything they were told. While you had more autonomy than that, it did amuse you to be so open about your dedication. To the group of curses he was working with, you were sure they thought of you as some mindless curse user, regardless of how much work you did for their cause.

The only one that seemed interested in you was Mahito, ironically the one parading as a human. You felt that he understood you in some way, the same way Kenjaku did. While you never explained too much about your technique or identity to the curse, his curiosity showed you that he saw through your mindless devotee mask. Though you did choose to humor him on the occasion you saw each other, Mahito’s near ignorance was integral to Kenjaku’s plan.

You never minded helping either of them though, so when Kenjaku approached you with an odd proposition, you were inclined to agree. His interest in breeding and creating ideal offspring to be vessels had waned over the years, but you knew how much fun he had when experimenting. You’d aided him when he inhabited the body of Noritoshi Kamo, so you were intimately aware of what he was capable of. You weren’t sure how much of this proposal was about procreation, or if he was genuinely interested in exposing Mahito to new human experiences.

Kenjaku had asked you to aid him in teaching Mahito about sex. You knew he’d fucked the curse before, so it wasn’t too far fetched for him to include you. Something about being able to get the full experience, he’d said. Apparently it was harder for him to properly guide Mahito when he was buried inside the curse, which made sense to you. The vessel he currently inhabited was more sensitive than others he’d used.

That was how you ended up in your current situation, fully nude on Kenjaku’s bed with Mahito in between your thighs. The curse’s tongue was something you’d never experienced in all your years. It had split in two and was lazily pumping inside of you while circling your clit at the same time. You convulsed in pleasure, not expecting to feel so much from a curse that needed to be taught.

The only thing grounding you was the body pressed up against you. Kenjaku lay at your side, head resting on your chest as his hand was in Mahito’s hair, making sure the curse kept up the pace and didn’t stop until you were ready. The way Mahito’s tongue wrapped around your clit, flicking at the sensitive bud made your thighs quiver.

“Make sure she’s ready to take you, Mahito. I showed you just how important stretching is, now give her the same courtesy I gave you,” Kenjaku ordered, his voice gentle as he pressed Mahito’s face against your pussy. You knew Kenjaku wasn’t speaking to you but you still felt the need to do as he said, there was just something about his tone that made you want to please him.

Shifting your hips, you ground your pussy into Mahito’s face, his tongue pressing deeper inside of you with each thrust. As if he too wanted to do what Kenjaku said, you felt the tongue inside you become thicker, pressing against your walls instead of teasing them. Before you knew it, Mahito’s tongue was almost too big to fit inside of you.

Each thrust of his tongue made you feel impossibly full, it was more than you’d ever had inside of you at once before. You could feel how wet you were, a mix of your juices and Mahito’s saliva coating your thighs. It was hard to tell because of how wet you were, but you hadn’t even hit your peak yet. The curse was making you feel so good, but it just hadn’t been enough to push you over the edge.

Mahito’s tongue increased in pace, fucking inside of you just a little faster. The speed change made you clench around his tongue, he was so close to getting you off you could almost taste it.

Suddenly, the fullness was gone along with the hot tongue wrapped around your clit. You whined, clenching your aching pussy around nothing. Opening your eyes you noticed Kenjaku wasn’t at your side anymore either, he had pulled Mahito up and was kissing him feverishly. You were accustomed to Kenjaku’s more eager, violent kisses, but it was more than arousing to watch him suck your juices off of Mahito’s tongue.

Mahito’s eyes rolled back as Kenjaku held him by the hair still, forcing his head back in a deep kiss. You enjoyed the view, being able to watch Kenjaku take control of someone like this, watching his body and tongue move when you knew how they felt made you want him even more.

“Switch places with her Mahito, I think I know just what you both need,” Kenjaku said, his suggestive voice adding even more fuel to the lustful fire inside of you. You watched as he let go of Mahito, reaching out to you.

You grasped at his hand with both of yours, allowing him to help you pull yourself up. Forgetting Mahito’s presence for a moment, you pressed your face into Kenjaku’s broad chest, loving the feeling of your bare skin pressed together. He places a soft kiss to the top of your head before he turned you around, your back pressing against his torso.

Looking down at the patchwork curse’s nude body, you had to admit he was the most attractive looking curse you’d ever seen. His features were similar to Kenjaku’s but body was much more lithe than sturdily built. His cock was hard and leaking against his pelvis, not too big to intimidate you. Though knowing he could manipulate his body at will did make you a little nervous.

Kenjaku’s hands went to your hips, urging you forward. You followed his lead, putting your knees on either side of the curse’s hips. When you were in position on top of Mahito, you felt Kenjaku’s hand on your back, pushing you down onto the curse. Leaning forward you felt Kenjaku’s hand slip in between your bodies, grabbing Mahito’s cock and rubbing the tip up against your entrance.

You moaned, unable to keep your sounds in any longer as you felt Kenjaku press the head of Mahito’s cock inside of you. Kenjaku’s hands moved out from between you and grabbed your hips, pushing you down and forcing the curse’s cock inside of you. You watched Mahito’s face contort in pleasure as he throbbed inside of you. According to Kenjaku, he’d not let Mahito fuck him yet, only sucked him off, so this was likely the first time he’d been buried inside someone else.

A little more manhandling from Kenjaku and you were full of Mahito’s cock, he pulled you up, your back flush with his chest once more. Kenjaku’s hands didn’t leave your hips, he wanted full control over both of you and it seemed you were both eager to give it to him.

As Kenjaku started to bounce you on Mahito’s cock, you let yourself get lost in the way he felt inside of you. Mahito was average size, so you wondered why Kenjaku had been so insistent on stretching, but you were barely able to even think about that with the way he moved your body. Being on top was always fun to you, but now it felt so good, Mahito’s cock bumping into your spot with ease as Kenjaku controlled the pace.

Mahito’s hands reached out, sliding up your body and grabbing onto your breasts as they bounced in front of them. He squeezed the flesh harshly, making your pussy squeeze around him. It was like he wanted to touch you, but didn’t know what to do exactly, the curse’s inexperience showing.

Kenjaku slowly bent your body forward, your sensitive breasts rubbing up against Mahito’s chest with every bounce of your hips. You were now face to face with the curse, both of you moaning messes. With your open mouths so close, you couldn’t help but kiss Mahito. The kisses were sloppy and both of you moaned into each other's mouths, pleasure too much to keep inside.

Trailing kisses down your spine, Kenjaku sat himself upright, leaving you to focus on kissing Mahito for a moment while he got into position. The whole point to this, the guise of teaching Mahito how to properly fuck someone, was so that he could enjoy you both together. You likely would have agreed even without that, but it was fun for him to have another layer of motivation.

One of his hands left your hip, the other continuing to guide you up and down Mahito’s cock. You wondered what he was doing, but it didn’t take long for you to figure out. Kenjaku’s movements paused, the hand that was bouncing you was now holding you both still with Mahito still buried inside of you.

Before you had a chance to ask what he was doing, you felt the head of his cock prodding up against your entrance alongside Mahito’s. Your eyes snapped open, lips still pressed up against Mahito’s so you were unable to speak. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Kenjaku, you were just worried Mahito hadn’t stretched you enough.

“Both of you hold still. It’s my turn to join the fun now,” Kenjaku said, voice an almost whisper as he tried to press the head of his cock into your already full pussy. If Mahito was average, Kenjaku’s cock was large, his vessel was more well endowed than nearly all of the ones you’d been intimate with in the past.

It wasn’t long before his insistent rubbing against your wet entrance allowed the head of his cock to slip inside. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, it burned but didn’t exactly hurt. The feeling was indescribable, you could feel your pussy clenching around them but tried to relax your muscles. You knew it would be harder for Kenjaku to fuck you like this if your pussy was trying to push him out.

Kenjaku’s hands both returned to your hips, thumbs massaging circles into your flesh as he slowly pressed further into you. Your kiss with Mahito had turned into you trying to focus on breathing while he kissed around your lips, tongue cleaning up evidence of the sloppy kiss you’d shared. His little moans told you that he was also enjoying the way Kenjaku’s cock felt beside his.

Once Kenjaku was fully inside of you, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out, the stretch and feeling of his cock so much further inside of you than Mahito’s made your legs tremble.

“You’re so tight like this, it shouldn’t take long now just hold on,” Kenjaku said, voice barely composed as he slowly started thrusting in and out of you. Being so full, you felt so much more. Each thrust, no matter how slow you could feel every vein, every twitch of Kenjaku’s cock inside of you.

Even Mahito’s cock felt like too much, Kenjaku’s cock forcing it to stay pressed up against your spot. With every one of Kenjaku’s thrusts it rubbed up against it and filled you with even more pleasure.

After a few thrusts, Kenjaku picked up the pace and began to fuck into you in earnest. You hadn’t known it was possible to feel this full, or that it could feel this good to have your pussy stuffed with two different cocks. The sounds leaving your mouth were pitiful, each thrust left you whining, only able to stop moaning when Mahito’s tongue entered your mouth. The curse kept trying to kiss you, as if he was unsure what to do with himself.

You could see that he was enjoying this too, his moans blending in with your own to make a lewd chorus of praise for the way Kenjaku used you both. The only other sound you could register was the slick squelching noise of Kenjaku fucking into you. It was almost embarrassing to know that such a sound was coming from you, but you were far too lost in pleasure to care about that.

Kenjaku’s fingers moved to spread you open more, making it so he could look down and watch his cock disappear into your messy pussy. You felt so tight even though you had never been more open for him. The sight made him pump his cock into you faster, harder than he had been. The gentle edge to his thrusts gone as he fucked into you, chasing his own pleasure.

It was too much for you, from the stretch of the cocks inside you, to Kenjaku’s rough thrusting, even Mahito’s insistent sloppy kisses were pushing you over the edge. You felt yourself release, pussy spasming around the cocks inside of you. The intensity of your orgasm was so much more than you had expected, you weren’t sure if you had blacked out for a moment or if your eyes had rolled back into your head too far. Everything around you felt dizzying.

At the feeling of your pussy spasming, Mahito also was forced over the edge. His cock throbbing as he spilled inside of you. The pleasure being too much for him, he bit down on your lip, adding the taste of blood to your kiss.

Through both of your orgasms Kenjaku just kept thrusting, it was hard for him to not get off immediately when your pussy was trying to milk him dry with each twitch of its walls. He was close though, leaning down he rested his forehead on your back, body bending at a strange angle to give him more leverage. Fucking into you as hard as he could, not caring about keeping rhythm or how violent his thrusts were.

It was easier for him to move inside of you with Mahito’s cock now soft, each thrust felt different than the last and that was what finally pushed Kenjaku to join you both in bliss. Pressing in as deep as he could, Kenjaku emptied himself, hot release filling you up. You could even feel it leaking out around his cock.

The three of you stayed like that for a moment, Kenjaku being the first to move when Mahito started whining about being sensitive. After he pulled himself out of you, he lifted you up off of the curse’s cock. You’d hoped he was going to let you rest but when your back hit the mattress you felt him lift your trembling legs into the air.

Kenjaku kissed at your thighs, not caring that Mahito was watching the strange display of affection. Gently, he spread your folds open to look at the effect he’d had on your pussy. It was puffy and leaking, you wanted to close your legs at the thought of him looking into your gaping entrance. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, pulling a high pitched whine from your throat.

“You did so good, once you rest a little more we can show Mahito even more fun he could have,” Kenjaku said, grinning up at you like he had more in mind. His words were teasing and threatening at the same time. You were, as always, excited and aroused at what he meant.

#kenjaku #mahito #getomahi #jjk x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #jjk smut #mahito smut #kenjaku x reader #kenjaku x mahito #kenjaku x mahito x reader

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ickadori · 4 months

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Cough cough- I’m gonna need some more yandere Geto- (thank you your fics have kept me alive😭)

[cws] yandere. gn reader -> reader was turned into a curse. mahito being his usual self. took some creative liberties w/getou’s absorbing technique thingamajig.

[an] let’s pretend that kenjaku never possessed getou’s body, okay? okay!

“Why is Getou the only one with a pet?”

“Because you always end up killing yours the moment you get bored.”

Your skin prickles as the attention in the room shifts to you, and you hug your knees tighter to your chest, eyes gazing out at the crashing waves of the beach. Impossible. This should all be impossible - this apartment, these people, these creatures.

It didn’t make any sense, but you had learned to overlook it, somewhat. You had been in Getou’s grasp for years now, and when he had slaughtered the people of your village, that’s when you had first been given a look of the once thought impossible. Monsters —curses, he always corrected— had run rampant through the village, some big and some small, some with razor sharp teeth and some with gums that were coated in some vile acid, some with humanoid bodies and others with bodies so deformed it didn’t seem right to call it a body in the first place.

Your parents and younger siblings had been killed in front of you. Their pained and horrified screams had nearly burst your eardrums, and the way they had reached out for you in their last moments had broken your heart, and then you had died right alongside them.

A curse had sunken its teeth into your throat, and the pain had been like you had never felt before. It had been hot, searing, throbbing, agonizing, and you hadn’t even been able to make a sound besides a bloody gurgle. You had died full of fear, despair, terror, and that’s all you had felt since you had been born again.

Getou called you a ‘curse’, explained the basics to you with a patient smile on his face and an oddly admiring gleam in his eye. He had killed you that night, and the whirlwind of negative emotions you had felt at the moment of your death had regretfully brought you back.

The sound of footsteps approaching you makes your head lift, and you suck in a low breath when you see Mahito’s mismatch eyes peering into your own.

“Hello~” He sings, one hand reaching out to pat the top of your head, and when he gets a giddy look on his face, you know that he’s thinking about using his technique on you, the same technique that you had seen mutilate countless humans. “Getou won’t be back for a while…do you want to have a little fun with me while we wait?”

“Knock it off, Mahito.” A burning hot sphere flies inches from your nose, and you jerk back with a yelp, hand immediately raising to rub to where it had singed your skin. “It’s off limits.” You don’t bristle at the way Jogo refers to you, you had grown used to it over the years. Besides, you preferred a dehumanizing ‘it’ (but you weren’t human anymore, were you?) rather than the pet names that Getou called you. Those are what still got a reaction out of you; a grimace when it was tossed your way in greeting, a shudder when it was accompanied with a touch of his fingers against your skin, and a choked sob when it was breathed into your ear in the dead of night.

“I’m not gonna kill it,” Mahito rolls his eyes, and a pathetic sound leaves you when his fingers curl into your hair and shake your head around. “I’m just gonna play with it — I’m bored, Jogo.”

You find yourself wishing that Getou would come back, despite his suffocating presence whenever he was near, and if the world was finally in your favor, the creak of the front door is heard.

The tight grip that Mahito had on you loosens, and you wince as he pats at your sore scalp, his eyes going over your shoulder. “Getou. You’re back.”

“You sound disappointed, Mahito.” Getou nears, and despite yourself, a wave of relief washes over you, your body slowly inching away from Mahito. You’d prefer Getou over the kill-hungry curse any day, choosing the softer evil over the crueler one. “Were you planning to do something to them in my absence?”

“Nothing permanent.” He giggles, and you finally stand up, half of your body shielded behind Getou as you grip at his robes with shaking hands. You notice that his hair smells nice, as if freshly washed, and your brows furrow when you recognize the scent as one you used to frequently use on yourself. “Just something to entertain me. It’s so boring in here, Getou. Jogo is such a stiff, and Choso only ever talks about his weird brothers.”

Mahito’s voice is whining as he complains, and you watch him with weary eyes, silently urging Getou to hurry and brush him off. The curse was unsettling, always making his interest to cause you harm blatantly clear. You were aware that Getou was the only thing keeping him from you, and as much as it made you sick to do so, you desperately clung onto him whenever Mahito was in the vicinity.

Seeking protection in the man that had slaughtered your entire village, your family. How ironic.

“And this one isn’t boring to you?” Getou’s hand closes around your wrist and then he’s tugging you in front of him, his other hand splaying itself over your stomach as he keeps you still.

“Quite the opposite,” Mahito grins, and you cower back into Getou’s chest when he leans in closer. “I think they’re the cutest, funniest thing—aha, look at their face!” His finger pushes into your cheek.

“Getou,” you’re on the verge of sobbing, and you feel his chest vibrate against your back as he lowly chuckles.

“Getou?” He questions, and when Mahito starts ‘walking’ his fingers down the slope of your neck, his eyes trained on the way your chest rises and falls with your frenzied breaths, your hands fly to where Getou is touching your stomach through your clothing.

“Suguru, please.”

“Such a sweet, powerless thing.” He coos, and then darkness is enveloping your vision as he hunches over you, ink black hair cascading around you and blocking out Mahito. His hand leaves you next, and you tilt your head up, Getou’s eyes meeting your own as he smiles.

His arms tighten around you, the solid muscles hidden behind baggy clothing keeping you pinned against him, and you don’t struggle as he pulls you into him. The process of merging with Getou isn’t a pleasant one, but you find yourself pushing harder against him, Mahito’s voice a distant echo as you become one with the origin of all your griefs.

“I’ll shield you for as long as you need me to.”

#getou x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk

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vampyrsm · 2 months

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‣‣ COR UNUM: CHAPTER TWENTY | AMANOZAKO

‣‣ Synopsis: Our tale continues with wandering souls in the middle of the night, joining together to discuss the name of one who has the gift of immortality. Another comes knocking at the door of the King and Queen, and a chance of redemption is offered to the one who started it all.

‣‣ Main Masterlist | AO3 ‣‣ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader ‣‣ Word Count: est. 10.5k ‣‣ Warnings: Blank blogs & Minors DNI. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Set in the Early-Heian Period, trueform!Sukuna, female reader, violence, blood, cannibalism, suggestive at the end.

Grasping hands and goading words, all muffled by the water that rushes over your head. It burns at your nose, and pools at the back of your throat until you’re forced to cough in an attempt to breathe. Their hands don’t relent and the water never stops, you can feel your lungs tightening and tightening—

You find yourself sitting up in the darkness of your bedroom, the futon beneath you crumpled by your restless sleep. You can feel the warmth of Sukuna at your side, a reassurance that you know he’s real and there. You weren’t locked away in a cell to rot until they came and played with you, tortured you for information they didn’t truly need.

A glance at Sukuna confirms that he wasn’t roused by your nightmare, only his chest rising and falling steadily. It should comfort you, but instead, you can only focus on the phantom hold of hands on your ankles, the pressure of fingertips against your shoulders to hold you down to the table.

You slip from the safety of your bed, careful again to not disturb Sukuna. It was no surprise he was as exhausted as you were, he most likely didn’t sleep in the time you were away.

The room you had been moved into was in a different wing of the estate, the other bedrooms had only doors that led to the outside with small slatted holes in the wall to serve as windows—all to keep the wind from the mountains out as best it could. But this room had a beautifully made window, rounded and covered with only a sliding shoji door-like cover.

Your fingers move the cover just slightly, enough for you to peer outwards. You find yourself looking directly into the courtyard you had walked by a handful of times, the pebbled floor is coated in snow as it always was and a number of snowflakes have started to drift onto the wooden walkways.

It looked serene in the moonlight, with no trees to block the moon from stroking its fingers along the snow. It was enough to drown out the nightmare blaring in the back of your mind, enough to ignore the feeling of ghastly fingers still wrapped around your limbs. You were free, no longer tethered and powerless in a cell that smelled like stale air and piss.

A chilling curl of wind brushes against your cheek, biting at the blood that nestled beneath your skin. It would be enough to have someone retreating into the warmth of their bed, to wrap themselves up in the arms of the one who would protect them against the harshness of the outside world. Instead, it has you relishing in the feeling. The cold has your skin dappled with gooseflesh, your lungs tightening at the frigidity of it as it rolls along the exposed flesh of your neck.

Something crunching has your eyes opening once again, glancing out into the courtyard to search for the source of the sound. Immediately, you’re met with glossier silk wrapped around a feminine body. Their hair as dark as the night sky above spills down their back, unbound and unattended. Smoke billows around her face, her lips unpainted and parted to breathe the grey cloud into the sky.

Beneath the smoke, you meet eyes of green. Kenjaku.

Her head tilts when you maintain eye contact, the silver Kiseru in her hand glints in the moonlight with the movement of her wrist. It burns brightly at the tip before it dims once again, and that same breath of ghastly grey leaves her lips—and this time you can see her lips curl into a feline smile. Her body shifts slightly, and then with slow and deliberate steps, she begins to traverse along the wooden engawa, protected by the roof above.

She grows closer and closer with each step, the next gust of wind has the smoke travelling your way and it stings at the back of your throat. Her cursed energy is no better, it batters against your skin and demands entry. It strokes along your features, along the length of your jaw and the scar barely hidden by the dishevelled haori you were drowning in. It makes your lip curl.

Without a glance backwards to Sukuna, you shift the window to be closed once again before leaving the bedroom. The hallways are deserted and silent, not even a flicker of a flame to guide you towards the beacon of cursed energy that continues to stroke at your own even through the walls surrounding you.

It reminded you of a serpent, curling and curling before it tightens—constricting until its prey gives in. Until there was no hope left. Kenjaku was something worse than a snake, however, she was intelligent. Conniving. A strategist who could have the world in the palm of her hand if she so wished it. And that alone has the hairs on the back of your neck rising in warning; she was not to be trusted. Ever.

The door leading to the courtyard opens with a muted slide of wood on wood, the bristling cold latches onto your exposed ankles and tightens around your throat.

“Little lamb.” A honeyed voice comes from the right of the door, with Kenjaku leaning against the wooden beam supporting the roof above. “Or should I now also call you the Queen of Curses? Do you demand the same level of respect as that of your beloved?”

Her eyes glint with mirth at the glare you send her way, opting to not speak—you step out into the cold. The frozen wood beneath the soles of your feet is enough to finally force you to draw in a deep breath to try and temper the shocking chill that shoots through your body. Kenjaku thankfully says nothing at the fact you were no doubt exposing yourself to frostbite just to speak with her.

Moving along the wooden walkway, Kenjaku finds herself next to you easily enough. Each of her steps in time with your own, one arm crossed over her chest whilst the other continues to hold the Kiseru just inches from her face when she takes another long deep drag of the tobacco.

“What keeps your mind awake so late at night?” Kenjaku asks, her head turned just enough for you to catch the green of her eyes when she side-eyes you. Her words are probing, an underlying question of ‘What weakness have you procured in your time away?’

“My father’s death.” You half-lie. It’s not the truth of what had woken you up in the first place but it certainly plays at the back of your mind. The smell of his broken and rotten flesh would forever be imprinted on your mind, and the final moments you shared with him before he died—it didn’t fill you with the sense of relief you were longing for.

You can see Kenjaku’s lips turn upwards out of the corner of your eye, no doubt finding joy in the fact you were once again speaking with her on the matter of your father. After all, she’s the reason why you had fought Sukuna so closely to death and why everything had happened afterwards.

“Hm, and why does it still bother you? He was never alive to begin with.” Her words have you sharply looking towards her; she knew your father was kept as a cursed spirit. “Oh, don’t look so scandalised. When you’re as old as I am, you’ll understand the importance of having eyes on the most important people in the world.”

Kenjaku’s words take the tone of a condescending manner as if she were a mother speaking to a child who had no idea how the world worked. Perhaps that was partly true, you had no idea just how vast and intense the world was beyond your enclosed childhood. You’d appreciate her advice if it weren’t for the smirk on her lips and the air of superiority that follows when she tilts her chin just slightly upwards.

“His death doesn’t bother me. I have no feelings about it.” You direct your gaze out into the courtyard, the flurry of snow beginning to pick up once again with darker clouds starting to blow over to hide the moon. “I feel nothing for any of the people I killed.”

“Why should you feel something? People should be seen as stepping stones, a way to advance your own power.” Kenjaku shrugs with her words, eyes closing with another inhale of the smoking pipe in her hand. “Consider it a good thing you feel nothing. No doubt you would’ve driven yourself to madness with the guilt that comes with killing another.”

“The lack of emotion is maddening.” You murmur. You didn’t want to feel guilty, or sad, you just didn’t have anything to process following the death of your uncle and father. There should be something there, and yet it’s as if the dark void in the centre of your soul had opened wider to absorb everything and anything you could feel.

Kenjaku laughs at your words, a melodious laugh. “You don’t lack emotion, you’re simply processing it differently. Sukuna notices it too, why else do you think he was so quick to shoo me away last night?”

When you offer nothing but a glance towards Kenjaku, she comes to a stop at the edge of the Engawa, looking at the grand seat that would house Sukuna if he were ever to hold court.

“He sees the same chaos within you as I do. You had entered that place a lamb, and emerged not a wolf—but a beast that would cause children to wet their beds at night. It’s not that you have no emotions anymore, it’s rather you have only one way of processing those emotions. When you take the life of another.”

The tobacco crackles in the pipe when she takes another drag, her eyes set on the scene before her. “It’s why the ghosts of your tormentors haunt even your dreams.”

“How did you know about that?” You furrow your eyebrows, and Kenjaku only grins at your words.

“I know more than you ever could about the human mind. Consider it my speciality. I know the look of someone plagued by nightmares, you’re not going to be able to keep those hidden from Sukuna by the way.” She turns to face you finally, “The only way forward now is bloodshed.”

“The Emperor, you want him dead also.” Kenjaku smiles a little more wryly this time, reaching a hand forward to brush the cold tips of her fingers along your cheek. You don’t flinch away.

“Not the Emperor, but the one who whispers in his ear.” Your eyebrows furrow at her words—the one who whispers in his ear? An advisor perhaps? His wife? You knew the Empress had a say in some matters, but it was rare for a woman to have any say in what a man was to do with his country. “Worry not about the specifics, we’ll fight that battle when we get there.”

Her hand curves along your jaw, brushing the collar of your haori to the side just enough to peek at the marred flesh of your shoulder. “Tell me about the fight with Sugawara, the Six Eyes.” Her hand drops after her words, eyes reawakened with interest at what was to be said.

“...I didn’t kill him.” You admit, waiting to see the surprise written across Kenjaku’s face but instead, her impassive smile remains in place.

“I know.” She turns to face the courtyard, standing next to you at the edge of the wooden walkway. “A user of the Six Eyes simply doesn’t die, the natural scales of power would’ve tipped over.”

Your eyebrows come together in contemplation of her words; she knew a lot more about Sugawara than you assumed she would. As far as you knew, no one knew much about Six Eyes or even the clan he came from—only that they did exist and lived somewhere in Japan, hidden away. No wonder Sukuna kept her around, she wasn’t just strong with her technique but she was a wealth of information.

When you don’t speak, Kenjaku continues. “But even with his… immortality. How did you get close enough to crush his eyes?”

“Our cursed energy isn't compatible. Whatever he uses to protect himself, isn’t really a shield. It slows down time or has a similar effect. And with my own cursed energy being similar…”

“They cancel each other out.” Kenjaku finishes for you before she grins. “I see, that’s quite something. I’ve had my own issues with Sugawara in the past, each time he was the one who won. His strength is something that only the Gods possess… and yet you could touch him, crush his power.”

Her voice grows breathy as if she was relishing in the fact Sugawara had been vanquished—or at the very least, incapacitated. Her history with Sugawara was no doubt deep, deeper than you could ever realise. She had her own issues with Sugawara, meaning she had fought Sugawara in the past… and lost. Repeatedly. Perhaps that’s why she was so surprised to see someone who came from nothing, who is nothing, defeat him.

“Sugawara was only the start. The Emperor still lives.” And that grin on Kenjaku’s face grows malicious at your words.

“Yes. An Emperor who has been stroked by the brush of heavenly principles, and at his side is a woman older than any of us combined. An old croon who will be quite upset with you putting a timer on her impending death.”

What? You didn’t know you did such a thing, you’ve never met an older woman, never mind someone who was close enough to Sugawara that his disappearance would lead to her death. “But I didn’t—”

“Of course, you didn’t know. It’s actually a good thing, it forces her out of hiding. A perfect opportunity for us to take her.” Kenjaku turns to face you, her eyes drifting momentarily to the side before she meets your gaze. “Our next target is not the Emperor. It’s Tengen.”

You open your mouth to speak before a cold chill brushes against your back. “Kenjaku. I hope you’re not whispering your nonsensical ideas to Master Sukuna’s wife.”

“Uraume. What a pleasure it is to be in your presence. How’s the dog?”

You turn to glance at Uraume, their features are deepened into a frown that sends another frosty chill to race down your spine. You hadn’t even heard them arrive, or even the approach of their cursed energy—was it being masked? Hidden away? …and what dog?

“Alive.” Uraume glares at Kenjaku when she laughs in return before their gaze flicks to you. “You shouldn’t be out here.”

“I can go where I please.” Your words come out clippier than you’d like, and Uraume only narrows their gaze at you.

“Of course. But it’s against Master Sukuna’s orders.”

Their words spark an immediate flame in your chest. Orders. Orders to be kept within the confines of your own room, to be locked away when you had regained your freedom. Your nostrils flare and you feel the prickle of a surge of cursed energy just beneath your skin—squirming, wanting to lash out.

It makes Kenjaku huff out a laugh, even if she takes several paces away from the growing frost at Uraume’s feet in retaliation.

“I don’t take orders. Not from Sukuna, and certainly not from you.”

Uraume’s jaw ticks in annoyance, and their hands that were hidden within the confines of their attire drop down to reveal individual patches of ice forming in sheets along their skin. “You will respect—”

“Uraume, that’s enough.” His words are deep, a barely there snarl that has Uraume’s face dropping from the frown into mortification. You hadn’t even heard him approach, hadn’t even noticed Kenjaku had vanished entirely from sight. “And here I thought you were on strict orders to deal with an issue on the other side of the temple.”

“Yes, Master Sukuna. However, I didn’t think it was wise to allow Kenjaku to speak with your wife unaccompanied.” Uraume at this point was already in a deep bow, an apology for disobeying his direct orders. You almost want to laugh.

Sukuna is quiet for a moment, a heartbeat of a second that has you itching to glance over your shoulder at him— “Leave us.” comes his command instead, and it’s hardly passed by his lips before Uraume disappears in a flush of chilled air.

As soon as they’re out of range, you notice they fall back into that murky almost-hidden state of hiding their cursed energy. Whatever was on the other side of the temple was to be kept secret.

“Sneaking out again?” Sukuna’s voice isn’t accusatory, yet his words still twist your stomach. When you turn to look up at him, his face is like stone. Cold and unforgiving, eyes narrowed and sharp despite having only just woken up in the middle of the night.

“No, I couldn’t sleep.” You admit, and it feels like defeat. You half expect Sukuna to turn his nose up at the idea of you falling victim to something as trivial as nightmares. But when warm hands curl long fingers around your arms, you’re victim to the gentle pull that Sukuna gives you until you fall into his chest. He breathes you in then, his nose buried into the top of your head.

His chest is warm against your cheek, the bareness of it such a stark difference to the icy background of the outside world. It’s only natural for your arms to find their place beneath his, your fingertips pressing desperately into the skin of his back. You can hardly reach around him, and yet you try. You try to lose yourself in the feeling that is Sukuna holding you; as it was as rare as it was unusual.

“It’ll only fester if you keep it to yourself.” His words rumble against your ear, and he presses his cheek to the top of your head once he continues, “I would say I don’t care about trivial things, I don’t—but your mind clouds my own.”

“And you need your mind clear.” You move to dislodge yourself from his chest, to push away and allow him the clarity he’s asking for—

“Did you become stupid in your time away?” This time, his words are a growl and his eyes meet your own when you snap your head up. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m telling you that your nightmares, your thoughts, they are as if they’re my own—and they anger me. Until I can’t tell what is my anger and what is your own.”

A hand comes up to grasp at your jaw, unforgiving fingers sinking into your cheeks to hold you in place when he meets your gaze head-on. “What I’m trying to tell you is that you need not run to the shadows and find solace in people like Kenjaku—I will listen to you.”

In any other normal circumstance, you would ask why. Why would someone care for another so deeply that they’d listen to their burdens and shoulder them as if they were their own? But you have no need to ask when it comes to Sukuna, you can feel his reason. It curls delightfully in your stomach, strokes its dark claws along your heart and tugs at the strings of your soul.

So instead, you gently wrap your hand around the wrist attached to the hand still holding your face. It’s such a minuscule touch, a minor brush of your fingers against the band of black ink there and it has Sukuna visibly softening—which was more of just the red in his eye turning from molten rock to the same shade of red that paints the trees red in autumn.

He comes to you like a moth to a flame; his lips find yours as if they were meant to be forever joined. It’s not as hungry as the kisses you had shared in the past, a simple press of the lips that oozes an intimacy shared between two souls. And when he breaks away, Sukuna is wearing a smile that spells nothing but trouble.

“You upset Uraume enough to almost destroy this half of the temple.” His forehead presses against your own, a bump that causes a smile to break out on your own face.

“I didn’t mean to. They’re just under the impression that you order me about.”

“Oh? And I don’t?” His smile grows into a grin.

“No. And you never will.” Your words push a chuckle from his mouth before he lays another kiss against your lips, then your cheek before he stands back up to his full height.

“Perhaps I made a mistake giving you all this power. It’s clearly gone to your head.” His eyebrow raises when your smile turns dangerous. “After all, you’ve never won a fight against me.”

“Ah, does that determine who wears the crown and has servants kissing their feet?” You muse, “I see no crown and I see no servants. Perhaps I was the one who made a mistake in thinking you were the King of Curses.”

Sukuna’s nostrils flare in amusement, the glint of his canines in the moonlight makes him look truly like the monster they portray him as. Yet you see beneath it all, you can see the playful gleam in his eye and can feel the care in the way he still holds you close to him. He may be a monster, but he was no monster to you—this was a man who would rip and tear the world apart if it meant to protect his own.

“You’ve grown bolder. I hope you haven’t forgotten that I like it when my women fight back—”

“It makes the skin saltier. Oh, I know.”

Sukuna laughs, loud and mesmerising to listen to—and to watch. The way his face lights up with delight at meeting his own match, how it exposes the wrinkles of his forehead and creases the tattoos that mark his face. He looked so human when he laughed, so alive.

“As much as I would love to put you into your place, I think it can wait for another time.” His arms move you easily enough, tucking you into his side and pushing you alongside. “You cannot avoid sleeping by picking fights with Uraume and Kenjaku.”

“Kenjaku surprisingly had much insight to offer. She told me more about Sugawara and another. One she wishes to capture.” You sneak a glance at Sukuna, but he spares you no glance at your words. “Tengen. Do you know who that is?”

“Of course I do. Tengen is well known for her barriers, they’re near-impossible to break—and they say she’s immortal.”

“Truly?” Immortality. You’ve never heard of such a thing being actually achievable, it was something sought after, as it’s human nature to simply wish to put a stop to the inevitable end that comes for everyone.

“So they say. I’ve heard whispers of the ritual she undergoes to secure her immortality; she absorbs vessels suited for her needs.” Sukuna pauses at the entryway into the building, glancing over your head towards the snowy courtyard with an expression you could only pin as contemplation. “Kenjaku must have a reason for wanting her.”

“Perhaps she’s looking for the secret to immortality too.” It would make sense, you reason with yourself, Kenjaku is a woman who no doubt wants to be the one at the end of it all—alive, and at the top of the food chain.

“Kenjaku doesn’t have a need for immortality, she can achieve that all on her own.” Sukuna shakes his head before glancing down at you. “Don’t listen to what she might be whispering in your ear, it’ll never be for your benefit. Only her own. Do not play into her hands.”

His words are serious. Scorning almost. As if he’s already disappointed that you went out of your way to speak to her without anyone there to monitor the words that may come from Kenjaku’s mouth. So all you can do is nod, and it’s enough to satisfy the man before you as he turns to open the door. You follow after him through the dark hallways, only guided by Sukuna who finds his way back to the bedroom easily enough.

The door slides open, and naturally it would be you following after Sukuna once he steps foot inside. Instead, he holds it open for you, and you stop in your tracks. He wasn’t planning on returning to bed tonight.

As if sensing your train of thought, Sukuna glances your way. “I have something I need to deal with.” It’s a flimsy excuse, one that holds far too many unanswered questions and it must show on your face because Sukuna quickly begins to scowl. “Rest.”

With no room to argue against the hissed tone he takes with you, you’re forced to step into the confines of the bedroom. You turn to glare at him, a look he hasn’t had his way in some time. “And why can’t I come with you?”

“Because you need to rest.” His fingers curl around the door as if to close it in your face. “Tomorrow. I’ll explain tomorrow.”

And with that, the door finally does slide closed in your face. Sukuna doesn’t linger on the other side of the door, trusting you enough to abide by his request to rest, as his heavy footfall takes him further and further away until you’re left in the usual silence that comes with the dead of night. Your fingers twitch at your side, yearning to rip open the door and follow after Sukuna despite his wishes.

But the last time you didn’t listen to his words of staying put, you put yourself in immediate danger. Your body still aches in places from the torture you endured, even with the injuries and scars that had faded with the help of Sukuna, you found no desire to endanger yourself. So instead you find yourself wandering to the futon, the bed was a mess from where Sukuna had no doubt ripped off the covers in realisation you had slipped away in the night again.

Your heart squeezes at the thought, the thought that he may have been worried you were gone. Again. He hadn’t spoken much about what it felt like to lose you, only that he knew he wouldn’t ever leave you in the hands of your enemy. His actions, however, were a different story. It was as if he was making up for the time away, his hands wandered and squeezed—and he held you more.

A sigh is forced from your lungs, eyes closing momentarily. You find yourself naturally seeking out the other half of your soul, the part of you that was shrouded in the darkest part of a man whom you found yourself entirely too fond of. But instead, you’re met with that same murky feeling that washes over his energy, and the more you prod at it, the quicker you realise it was a barrier.

Someone had put up a barrier to protect, or hide, whatever was within the barrier. Your nose scrunches at that, just what could they be hiding from you? Kenjaku had seemed to know about it too, with the comment she had offhandedly given to Uraume. A dog. That’s what Kenjaku had said, but Sukuna wasn’t the type to keep pets… at least, not animal ones.

Something sinister slithers up your spine, and your stomach drops at the thought of Sukuna finding his fun with another woman; a human pet. It makes your blood burn, bubbling and boiling until you can hear it bashing against your ears with each thrum of your heart. You’d never felt jealousy in your life, at least not of this magnitude. You never felt jealous when your first husband had found concubines to satisfy his ‘male needs’. You had only felt jealousy in the form of envy; you wanted to be strong like your father, to rule over an army… to be respected.

You overlook the futon, deciding to step away and rest beside the unlit Irori. The wood and charcoal are long since cold, no warmth to curl around your frozen toes. Your hand rises, and there in the centre of your palm cradled by your flesh is a flame; it flickers and grows brighter the more you focus on it. It no longer seeks to consume you whole, instead, it sits there, waiting for instruction.

It leaps from your hand and into the sunken hearth, relighting the wood until there’s a growing fire in front of you. It flickers, shadows dancing until the flame bursts upwards — much too high for a hearth fire, the flames hiss and spit, shifting from orange to blue. The heat laps at your exposed flesh, ash spitting from the hearth stings against your still outstretched hand.

Your mind is clouded with too many thoughts; thoughts of replacement. It conflicts with that bound part of your soul, two voices whispering two different things—one demands you trust Sukuna and the other hisses that you can’t trust anyone. The second voice sounds much too like your father, that it has you blinking away the darkness that shrouded your eyes only to find your hand blistering before you.

Pulling back your hand from the bright flame, the fire immediately dies back down until it is nothing more than a gentle flame. Your hand sizzles still, flesh bubbling and popping before your very eyes—but you find yourself unable to feel the pain, a numbness immediately washing over. Skin regrows over exposed bone and singed nerves knot back together as if nothing had happened.

Instead of following the orders of resting, you sit there by the hearth for the remainder of the night—thinking, prodding at the barrier that at times pushes back against you.

Morning came quickly, the rising sun washing away the settled snow and brushing away the icy clouds of wind. Sukuna did not return at any point during the night, nor did anyone come to the bedroom with intentions of keeping you there—so you left.

Dressed in a black long-sleeved Furisode that must’ve been procured at some point in your absence, you assume by Uraume, you wander the halls. You still feel the barrier along the east side of the building, barring you from seeing inside. You wonder if the creator of said barrier knows you’re aware of its existence, you’ve never encountered a barrier before and whilst Sukuna had an extensive library; barriers weren’t often the topic.

You’re unsure of how long you meander through the halls, not until you find yourself standing at a junction. One direction leads towards the throne room, and the other leads to the entrance. You still can’t pinpoint Sukuna’s location, no doubt he’s still behind the barrier that had been created to keep you out. His throne room would be empty—did it now also count as your own? Could you sit on the seat made up of bones and belong there?

There’s no denying the thought is appealing, the power that comes with sitting atop a throne composed of human bones… and so you turn your attention towards the throne room, set on pushing the limits of your newfound position at Sukuna's side.

Except you freeze in place. There’s a knocking behind you, on the large wooden entrance doors. You remain silent, waiting to see if it was just the wind—and there’s another knock. Light, almost non-existent, and you’d otherwise ignore it if you didn’t feel an odd amount of cursed energy beyond the door.

With tentative steps, you grow closer and closer to the entrance until you tug on the heavy wood. It opens with a gust of wind, a creak of wood and you have to squint at the brightness of the outside world… standing before you is something you had thought was nothing but a terrible nightmare.

In the direct sunlight, standing before you is something born from your own fear, from the darkness and loneliness of being locked in a closet all those months ago. Its skin is still twisted and waterlogged, and sunken eyes that stare back at you in what might just be intrigue. Your fingers twitch at the door, urging you to slam the door closed in the face of the cursed spirit that seemed to follow you all the way into the mountains.

But you stop when its hand comes up to its own face, pushing away flesh with a wet shlick sound, you wait to see your own face staring back at you. However, you’re met with odd-matched eyes, blinking and widening alongside your own. The cursed spirit continues to transform before you, shifting out of the nightmare you had thought up until it—she stands before you.

Her hair is silvery in the sunlight, glinting with a bluish hue that wouldn’t be found on anyone other than a curse. She’s shorter than yourself, completely naked, and you make quick notes of the various scars across her body—they were more like very faint lines of stitching, so unnoticeable in comparison to Kenjaku’s forehead stitch.

Then her mouth splits into a wide grin, all white teeth and it’s unnerving. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Who are you?” You’ve only encountered a few curses in the past, and only one of them was capable of complete human speech. The one before you speaks as if she were the same as you—a human.

Her grin drops, lips coming together in a pout that looks far too friendly for someone whose cursed energy is enough to have sweat gathering on the back of your neck. You watch as she tilts her head to the side, long silver hair falling from her shoulders.

“I don’t know—I have no name.” She then shrugs, unperturbed by the fact she’s nameless, seemingly born into a world with no idea of who she is or what she can do. “You should name me. You’re the one who created me, after all.”

You blink in surprise, eyebrows raising at the way her eyes snap to your own with a glint that further unnerves you. “I didn’t—”

“Oh, but you did!” She steps closer, and you’re forced to remain in place when she invades your space. Her hand raises just to the side of your face, fingers brushing against the edge of your furisode. “You were so scared. You were terrified of people, of the ones who trapped you and fed you nothing but scraps. You feared men and monsters. You made me.”

“What are you? You’re not like the others—”

“You.” She grins once again, her fingers twitch out of your peripheral vision before she drops it and takes a step backwards. “Or whatever part of your soul shattered that day. So, my name?”

Your soul. You were unaware a part of it had already broken so early on. Shattered and torn away in the darkness of a closet fit for supplies—and this curse, a woman, born from that hatred and fear that you had accumulated for those women… for Sukuna. That would make her the part of your soul that was untouched by Sukuna, unbound and free to do whatever it may like—a true soul.

“Masato.” You watch the name register with the curse, her eyebrows drawn together before she begins to smile. “Your name is Masato.” Masato laughs surprisingly, a jingle bell of a laugh and her eyes close momentarily. “You have a sense of humour. Masato—a true person, you know I’m not human, right?”

You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at the curse in front of you, her words are goading—like a child wanting to make fun of someone. So instead, you step to the side. “Come inside. Do you not feel the cold?”

Masato doesn’t hesitate to step inside, shaking her head at your question with a curious look on her face as she looks over the barren halls. They were sparsely decorated, no doubt a choice made by Sukuna—he kept his most prized pieces of art in the library, hidden and protected.

“I have no feeling in my body. It’s just a husk.” Masato comments absentmindedly, fiddling with the frayed ends of a rope that once connected to a bell somewhere deeper in the temple. “Is that why you wear clothes? To stop yourself from getting cold?”

“Among other reasons.” You can’t deny that this curse before you is no different than that of a child, with questions of the simplest of things. It was smart enough to understand human speech, and it was quick to adapt to its surroundings—did others like Masato exist? Created from other human’s fears? “One of those reasons is that you can’t run around naked. So, come with me.”

Masato follows behind you when you retreat the way you had come, finding your way back to the bedroom. Sukuna was still absent, and you wondered if he could pick up on the sudden spike of cursed energy that was following you around the temple. It was so vastly different from your own, Masato’s cursed energy was cruel and cold… like death itself.

You watch as Masato invades your personal space, eyes darting back and forth as if she is seeing a bedroom for the first time—and you realise, she is. She doesn’t touch anything however, her hand always just inches away from touching the surface of something. Determining she’s not a threat, not yet anyway, you make your way towards the chest that had been filled with fabrics and silks at some point in your absence.

“It smells of fear in here.” Masato comments from somewhere behind you, and you glance over your shoulder to see her standing at the end of your shared bed. You spare a glance at the ruffled sheets, still ruined from Sukuna waking up to find you ‘missing’. Did it smell of his fear?

You didn’t want to know, nor did you want to inform Masato about Sukuna’s possible fear. So instead, you pull a spare pair of Hakama trousers you had previously worn for training as well as a wide-sleeved kimono. You turn to hand them to Masato when your blood runs cold, her fingers are hovering just above your blade.

“Don’t!” Your raised voice is enough to have Masato staring at you with wide eyes, her hand retracting out of instinct. “Do not touch that sword. It’ll kill you.”

Despite the warning, that seemed to draw Masato’s attention even more. Her mismatched eyes of blue and grey darted back to the sword, widening as if she could see the amount of cursed energy stored within—and what it was capable of doing.

“It’s yours?” Masato questions, her fingers twitching at her sides. You move towards her, thrusting the clothing in front of her in hopes of drawing her attention away from the sword.

“Yes. Now please, get dressed.” You watch as Masato glances down at the clothes, a second passes where she just scrunches up her nose in distaste—and then glances back at the sword. So you shove them against her front, enough to startle her into taking a few steps back and taking the clothes from your hand. “Now.”

Masato looks at you for a moment, truly looks at you. You no longer see the facade of a curse pretending to be a living human there, only empty eyes and a bottomless pit of a heart. There’s no humanity there, nothing but a creature who thrives off of fear and hate—and then she grins, a deathly grin. She says nothing when she turns away, seemingly busying herself with figuring out how to appropriately dress herself in the garments you’ve given her.

You exhale the breath you were holding, shoulders relaxing just enough for you to release the tension in your back. Your own eyes find themselves resting on your sword, it seemed to draw Masato’s attention a little too much. Was it because she could see it had the ability to slice deeper than flesh and bone? That it could slice at the very soul itself? You have no idea, maybe she herself could resonate with something to do with the soul.

Like calls to like.

It buzzes at your touch, and the tips of your fingers glide along the unsharpened edge of the blade until you find the tuft of black hair at the hilt. It fits in the palm of your hand as if it were born there, your fingers mould around the woven hilt easily enough that you don’t quite realise you’ve lifted it free from the stand and holding it in front of yourself.

Not until Masato appears next to you.

“Do you know what the soul looks like in order to cut it?” Her words are no longer tinged with dripping sarcasm, instead, it’s genuine curiosity that paints her. You can’t draw your gaze away from the sword however, its steel blade glinting in the stream of sunlight that brushes the room in a gentle warmth.

“Of course.” You admit, your eyes blink once and it’s like a candle flickering into existence; everything around you buzzes to life. “You must know the shape of your own soul in order to see others.”

Masato goes quiet at your words, quiet enough that you finally drag your gaze over to her. And instead of looking at the blade, she’s staring directly at you with what could only be described as wonder. Her lips are slightly parted and pupils wide, it’s a little unsettling—even more so when her face splits into a smile.

“I can see yours too.” Her head tilts, eyes drifting downwards until they settle at your heart. “It’s so twisted and broken, and yet it’s perfect. As it was meant to be.”

Her hand rises from beneath the sleeves of her kimono, and you can’t help but notice she seems lost in thought; staring directly at you, at your soul. The air thrums with her cursed energy, barbed and twisted as if it were to touch you then you’d be snagged along and turned inside out. Even without the physical contact, you can feel the pull on your own soul, her cursed energy curls and fluxes before it pools at the tips of her fingers—just centimetres away from your chest.

Your hand wraps around her wrist, snatching her hand away just in time. Masato startles at the touch, her eyes darting to where you hold her wrist hostage. “Never touch my soul. Ever.”

Masato looks more like a rabbit in the maw of a wolf than a curse being held by her creator, her eyes are wide and lips turned downwards in a shocked frown. Her skin is cold beneath your fingers, like ice, and her pulse doesn’t quicken where your thumb presses into her wrist—not human. Lesser than.

You release her wrist when she blinks away the surprise in her eyes, instead her features start to twist in what might be her first experience of anger. You don’t spare her a second glance, instead turning and walking out of the room with only a call of her name over your shoulder; a command for her to follow.

She does.

She follows you through the corridors, blending into your shadow; unseen and unheard. You follow the path you had set out for yourself just earlier, turning right instead of left—towards the throne room. The doors open with a shove, and it’s unsurprising to find the room completely empty of any people.

The pools of blood are unmoving, their screams absent without the presence of their tormentor. You pay no mind to Masato when you make your way towards the steps, traversing up them until you reach the top of the dais. The throne is much larger up close, each of the bones had been melded together with an intense amount of heat. Sukuna’s own fire.

It’s cold beneath your touch, seeping through the thick layers of your furisode. Even the throne itself buzzes to life under your touch, the residuals of the souls tied to it reeling in surprise. You cast your gaze over the quiet throne room, it was much larger than your typical throne room. The Emperor himself didn’t have something so grand as this, and it definitely wasn’t as grotesque.

Your gaze drifts to Masato finally, she lingers at the bottom of the stairs. Knowing she shouldn’t take a step closer to you, or the throne you sit upon. Good. You can’t imagine Sukuna’s reaction if he were to find a cursed spirit lingering around his seat of power.

Speaking of. Your eyes cast towards the far wall, there’s a standalone door there that leads to the east side of the temple. You can no longer sense the barrier, its murkiness evaporated and you’re met with signatures belonging to four different people. You account for Uraume, Kenjaku, Sukuna and finally…

You can’t keep the frown off of your face. Yorozu. Maybe this time you’ll finally bring your imagination to life; rip her asunder and listen to her scream for days on end. The sword in your lap grows heavy with anticipation, would she scream for mercy or beg for death? You’ll find out. You’re certain of that much.

A tug at your own soul has your spine straightening, shoulders squaring—Sukuna pushes through the doors first, his eyes snap to you first with what might be thinly veiled amusement before his face twists in disgust at the lingering cursed energy. All four of his eyes are suddenly aimed at Masato, and you can see her freeze under Sukuna’s scrutiny.

He doesn’t move a muscle, leaving Kenjaku to step around his hulking figure and her face breaks out into a wide grin with a muffled laugh that she tries to suppress in the sleeve of her kimono. Her eyes are latched onto you, watching you sit on a throne much too large for yourself.

“It would seem the lamb has found her backbone.” Kenjaku chides, earning a sharp-eyed glare from Uraume who lingers just in the shadow of Sukuna. You, however, don’t take your eyes off Sukuna—waiting, watching.

“It would also seem that she’s captured a stray.” Sukuna finally moves, taking strides forward until he’s just a foot away from Masato. The curse visibly shrinks in his presence, or perhaps that was her cursed energy—it bubbles beneath her skin before she actually grows smaller. How strange.

Sukuna just sneers at the curse, deeming it unworthy of his attention for any longer before he sets his sights back on you. He prowls up the steps of the dais slowly, a predator approaching the throne of another. Your eyes track his movements flawlessly, even catching when he glimpses downwards to the blade sitting idly in your lap.

“If you wanted a throne, I would’ve had one made for you too.” His eyebrows raise in amusement once he’s just a step away, even when he’s on lower ground he still looks down at you. “This one is too big for you.”

“It fits fine.” You reply, perhaps a little too snippy as Sukuna’s amused smile drops instantly. “Bring her here.”

Sukuna stares down at you for a long moment, his nostrils flaring and the top set of his arms crossed over his chest. The whole situation must be new to him; to have someone ordering him around… and to find himself wanting to obey that command. He glances over his shoulder, nodding to Uraume who vanishes before anyone can blink.

You can see Kenjaku slinking around the room with an air of mirth, her eyes are locked onto Sukuna until finally she’s within reaching distance of Masato. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed, inspecting the cursed spirit in front of her. “And who are you?”

“Masato.” She replies, eyes hesitantly glancing up towards you and you almost want to wince at the wolfish grin that spreads across Kenjaku’s face in realisation at the fact Masato seems to look to you for guidance.

“Oh, how wonderful. I’m sure great things will come from this partnership.” Kenjaku steps away from Masato with that, her eyes drifting up to you with a clear look in her eye that she’ll be wanting to hear more of how Masato came to be.

There’s a chill that rolls through the room, and everyone shifts their attention towards the door once again. Uraume stands quietly, their fingers curled into the matted mess of hair belonging to none other than Yorozu—her clothes are tattered and torn, bloodied and barely hiding the new wounds covering her body. Even from here, you can tell that it’s Sukuna’s handiwork.

Her hands slap against the cold stone floor when Uraume forces her forward. Sukuna shifts at your side, standing with all of his arms crossed across his chest and head turned towards Yorozu. You had expected him to force you from his throne, to have you perched in his lap or even kneel at his feet for daring to sit upon it without his permission—

Yorozu lifts her head finally, eyes dragging along the stairs until she finds you sitting there instead of Sukuna. Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise and her bloodied lips part in shock—it seems even she can see how odd it was for Sukuna to not demand his seat of power back. Instead, giving it over to someone else. An equal; his wife. It would seem Yorozu finally realises Sukuna had meant it when he called you his wife, someone whom he shared his space with willingly… as her shocked expression morphs into a neutral look.

A look of acceptance.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” Sukuna sneers, upper lip turned up in disgust when he sees Yorozu shift her gaze to him instead. “After all that pitiful yapping like the mutt you are… you’re awfully quiet now.”

Yorozu doesn’t give Sukuna the satisfaction of showing her hurt at his words, instead, her eyes shift back towards you and there’s distaste in her eye; maybe even a little regret, for she was the one who dug her own grave with her insatiable jealousy. Your fingers trace along the hilt pattern of the sword in your lap, it calls for you to lift it and cut true.

However…

“Why did you do it?” You ask instead, relaxing against the spinal column of the throne behind you. Your question seems to catch everyone’s attention, even Kenjaku raises her eyebrows before schooling her expression once again.

“What?” Her voice is harsh, a forced whisper to help her voice carry up the steps and to your ears. You wonder if the barrier was also there to keep her screams quiet.

“Why did you inform the Shogun of my whereabouts?” You can feel bile in your throat at the mere mention of his title, a title he did not deserve—one you had stripped away from him. “Was it all because of envy? Because of love?”

Yorozu’s mask crumbles at your hissed words, a poison that strikes exactly where you want it; her heart. You can’t help the smile that lifts your lips momentarily before you temper it. Love, of course, she thought she did it for something as fickle as love—for something she would’ve never received from a man like Sukuna.

Sukuna himself seems amused at the expression on Yorozu’s face, his head tilted in condescension yet he doesn’t speak, he waits to see if you’ll strike. After all, she was your welcome-home gift. Kenjaku on the other hand can’t seem to hold in her amusement, as she hides her laughter behind the sleeve of her kimono, fox-like eyes gleaming with terrible intentions.

“Oh my, what a sweet thing. To sell out another woman in hopes of warming the bed for the King of Curses.” Kenjaku goads, earning a mean-spirited grin from Sukuna in return. “I do wonder what’s to come for the would-be usurper.”

What’s to come, indeed. The thought has your mind drifting, that darkness that coils so tightly in your chest unspooling itself to slither along your bones and settle at your shoulders; whispering obscenities and punishments it thought fitting for Yorozu. Flashes of red, sticky and dark, blood that sticks to your hands and body matter that finds itself under your nails.

It wanted you to claw her apart, piece by piece, whilst she screamed at the top of her lungs for mercy. It wanted her to suffer, just as you did. If not more. It wanted you to paint your skin in her crimson blood, it wanted you to feast on her bones and wear her fingers as souvenirs. It wanted you to break her, to shatter her heart and force her to endure that heartbreak in perpetuity.

But you find it’s your own soul that yearns to have your teeth sinking into the fleshy muscle of her heart, to have the very thing she thought would beat solely for Sukuna in what she thought was love… A smile spreads across your lips at the thought, eyes flitting to Sukuna momentarily to find him already looking directly at you.

His eyebrow arches, a silent question; what will you do?

“I’ll give you one shot.” The room freezes at your words. Sukuna’s eyebrows furrowed together and you can see the protest building on his tongue. “You have one chance to kill me, and take my place.”

Yorozu seems speechless at your command, even more so when Uraume steps away to allow Yorozu the room she may need to hit her target. She watches as you stand up from the throne, katana in one hand and only the fabric of your Furisode there to offer a weak armour.

But that seems to be all the time Yorozu needs to make her choice, she’s pushing herself up onto her feet with new blood dripping from her wounds and staining her skin further. Her hand is out at her side in an instant, the pull of cursed energy pooling in the palm of her hand and you can only watch in feigned surprise at how strong she actually was; you had an idea of her power.

No doubt if she was weak, Sukuna would’ve killed her in an instant.

A black mass of something liquid starts to form in the air just beside her palm before a short dagger takes form. Her fingers are wrapped around it in an instant and you think you see Sukuna shift out of your peripheral when Yorozu raises the arm up to bend over her shoulder before throwing the dagger directly at you. It soars through the air before anyone can blink, and you stagger a step back.

The black liquid of a blade sits snug in your chest, buried against the torn muscles of your heart.

You’ve never experienced a pain quite like it; a pain that was there but also absent. A type of pain that was so overwhelming, that your brain was trying to rapidly recover and numb you to the spreading feeling of your heart tearing with each attempt to beat around the blade lodged in the thick muscles. You can taste the copper on your tongue, can feel it wetting the roof of your mouth and choking up the back of your throat until you inevitably cough.

Surprisingly, it’s Kenjaku who takes the first step up the raised dais in an attempt to reach you first. Her face looks aged almost in her worry, the line on her forehead is more prominent when her eyebrows draw together in concern, but she stops before she can take another step up towards you.

“It’s always the heart people go for.” You splutter with a wet laugh, your fingers wrap around the inky liquid of the blade handle. It pulses under your fingers, Yorozu’s own cursed energy fighting against yours before you pull the blade free from your chest.

Blood spurts from the gaping hole, drenching the black material of the silk on your body. You watch the realisation draw across Yorozu’s face, she didn’t know you could heal your own body. The skin and muscle pull together quickly, remodelled before she can so much as blink—and when she does blink, you’re gone from the spot at the top of the dais.

“It’s the brain you need to aim for.” Your words are warm against her ear, and she visibly flinches at the proximity. “Remember that for your next life.”

Her words, if they were to be her final ones, are garbled with a wet choking sound. The blade she used in an attempt to kill you slides easily along her throat, deep enough that she had only a few agonising seconds before she bled out. Her hands come up fruitlessly to her throat, eyes wide and searching the room but all she finds are malicious grins beaming down upon her.

With a crack of her knees on the floor, Yorozu crumbles under the loss of blood and you take your time to step around her. Standing before her when her head tilts back lazily, uncaring for the deep throat laceration that continues to pour blood with each languid beat of her heart. You smile at her when she meets your eyes, you can see her fighting to see if you’d curse her into the next life but your grin only grows brighter.

And then finally, her eyes dull and the light leaves. Her body falls unceremoniously at your feet, blood pooling beneath your bare feet and soaking the ends of your heavy kimono. You don’t turn at the heavy footfall of Sukuna as he takes his steps down the dais until he’s just behind you, the warmth he emanates wraps around you instantly.

“Uraume.” You address the otherwise silent monk, their head snapping up to meet your gaze. There’s no longer a look of contempt, instead, you can see respect there. “Keep her heart. Flay the rest.”

You wait to see if Uraume flicks their eyes up to Sukuna for confirmation, but instead, they just bow their head deeply before leaning down to grasp at Yorozu’s still-warm body, then disappearing in a gust of icy wind. There’s a clipping of wooden shoes on stone that has your gaze drifting to the side to see Kenjaku approaching you with a smile.

Her gaze sweeps the bloody floor quickly before she then raises her eyes to yours, “Bodies always make quite a mess. Yet you make it look like an art, you’re fascinating.”

“Leave us.” Sukuna commands, his voice is a deep rich tone that has the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. “And take the curse with you. I don’t care what you do with her.”

“Don’t kill Masato.” You say as quickly as Kenjaku’s face lights up with ideas no doubt that would lead to Masato’s demise. “Figure out her technique. Maybe make use of it.”

Kenjaku bows her body in a short dip, her smile hidden by the shadow of her hair. “As you wish.” And then she’s turning, herding Masato out of the room with hushed whispers of something about a village of people not too far away.

And then the throne room was empty once again, except for the rightful King of the throne sitting just a few feet behind you. Sukuna says nothing when you turn to face him, yet you can’t help the soft smile that takes over your face at the shining pride in his eye when he looks down at you. One hand smooths up along your arm, rubbing the soft silk between his battle-worn fingers before he rests his hand on the side of your neck.

Another hand smooths up your front until it rests over your heart, your blood soaks his skin and yet he shows no discomfort—only a relief that your heart still beats in your chest, healthy and alive.

“I felt that knife in your chest as if it were my own.” He admits, an odd look on his face. “It was… strange. I could feel the pain blooming, the beat of my own heart was painful.”

Your own hand skirts up along the bare expanse of his stomach, smile broadening momentarily when the mouth there grins at the contact. Then your hand finds its place over his heart, nestled between the thick muscles of his pectorals.

“I hope I didn’t scare you too much.” You grin when he rolls his eyes, using his available hands to tug you closer until you are pressed to his front.

“I’ve never known fear.” His hand is gentle when it strokes along your scalp, careful to not disturb your hair too much. “Not until you appeared. You’ve ruined me.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes and laugh, and you feel a warmth in your stomach at the salacious grin Sukuna throws your way. He doesn’t mean ruin in a terrible way—he means you have ruined him for life, you have changed something inside of him forever and no doubt that will come to bite him in the future.

But for now, you can see he doesn’t care for the possible repercussions of allowing himself to feel fear for another human being. The hand carding through your hair drifts back down towards your throat, his thumb pressing daringly against the column of it to feel you swallow weakly against the pressure.

“Now, what did I tell you about putting yourself into idiotic situations?” Sukuna growls, the low purr of his words has blossoming heat curling in your gut.

“I don’t think I remember.” Your words earn you a smirk, and Sukuna leans in closer until his nose bumps against your own.

“No?”

“No.” You whisper when he tilts his chin just enough to let his lips brush along your own teasingly.

“Perhaps a reminder is in order.” The hand at your throat tightens slightly, his hand large enough to nearly wrap around the entirety of your throat.

“I think I’ll need a little more than that.”

And Sukuna laughs lowly, a type of laugh that would scare anyone who it was aimed at. Instead, it has you smiling along with him, his canines flashing dimly in the waning firelight of the various lanterns littered around the room.

It only takes another nudge of your nose against his to have him leaning in, the kiss he gives you is all-consuming. It’s like breathing fresh air for the first time in a while. The impact of your decision to let Yorozu have a chance at cutting your life short had hit Sukuna hard. His lips move with a ferociousness that has you struggling to keep up, his tongue already pressing in and invading your mouth.

His hand slips from your throat and up to your jaw, pressing thick fingers into your cheeks until you’re forced to open your mouth when he pulls away. He smiles at the look on your face, no doubt quite the mess from just a kiss—

“On your knees.”

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