I Liked This It Was A Pretty Dark And The Inclusion Of Y/n Being From Kurta Clan Was Interesting. It

I liked this it was a pretty dark and the inclusion of y/n being from Kurta clan was interesting. It be more interesting to see it expanded upon with her life with the spiders and interactions with Kurapika. But as is I enjoy this one

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬, ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔰

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱: chrollo x pregnant!kurta reader + prompts 12. “haven’t you realized your situation? your life is completely in my hands now.” and 16. "i'll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us."

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰:  a one-night stand between you and chrollo ends up becoming much more, something that you never would have thought could cost you the cozy life you had made in your village alongside your clan.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: yandere chrollo x reader, manipulation/deception, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of nsfw, kidnapping, blood/murder (aka the kurta massacre). this story is a little more morbid than my other work, you have been warned. i will add a cut for when things become more intense :)

You didn't even know it yourself. It was another clan member’s nen ability that informed you of the life growing inside of you–just as theirs ended. The feeling of their bruising grip on your hand letting up ever so slowly as their soul faded away, their last words being something so heavy and bearing so much that you had no choice but to believe them. You knew that you had made a mistake. 

Hiding your face in an attempt to cover up your ever-deepening blush, you turned away from the dark-haired man on his back beside you and sat up, reaching down to pull your cloak off of the floor and begin dressing back up. You felt so embarrassed even after the act was done, this having been your first time–not to mention doing it with a man so charming and seemingly infatuated with you, it was something that you didn’t think you could ever get over. Perhaps you were in a state of shock, did this really just happen? Based on the pleasant but sore sensation between your legs, you didn’t have to pretend. 

It happened on a whim, you had been sent into town by the Clan Elder to buy some extra food from the markets, as this gardening season was off to a slow start and there weren’t enough vegetables to sustain everyone. While at the market you were scanning over various fruits, trying to gauge which ones were new and which were beginning to rot so you could pick the right ones to last you all longer. 

He approached quietly, sneaking up from behind and asking for your opinion on the produce he had selected since you looked like you knew what you were doing. With a smile and an apology (since his sudden voice by your ear had caught you off guard, making you physically jump which then startled him), you were more than happy to help. Somehow, in a whirlwind, one thing led to another and you were following him back to his apartment rather quickly after your meeting, groceries long forgotten. 

“When will I be seeing you again?” he asked, voice husky as he sat up behind you and reached for your hand. He peppered soft kisses along your knuckles, raising chills upon your skin when his lips worked all the way up your arm and to your bare shoulder. You shivered, leaning into him as he pressed against your neck. 

“I don’t know…” your sentence tapered off, a bit too overwhelmed by his warm affections and the clarity of your actions now that they were finished and you had time to reminisce with a clearer mind.

You had somewhat of a lover back in the village, someone you would exchange coy glances with and speak a handful of sweet conversations when the timing was appropriate, away from peeking eyes that would immediately declare your marriage if they caught a glimpse of anything. You knew that you wanted to save yourself for him, but there was just something so irresistible about this stranger, it almost felt like you didn’t have any control of your body when you consented to his advances. You couldn’t even give a definite yes or no to coming back and seeing him again, you were just so confused. Had you just committed adultery? And enjoyed it? Were you going to come back?!

The idea of that put a bitter taste in your mouth. How sickening, how morally unacceptable. With a wince you stood up from beneath the sheets and pulled your clothes back on quickly, ignoring the sticky sensation starting to drip down your thighs even as you pulled your panties back on, moving the substance back up your leg once more. 

“What’s the rush?” he asked, leaning back on his hands and watching you casually, even though you were sure that your urgency was obvious, and there was clearly nothing to be so casual about. You turned to look at him and noticed that the sheet covering his lower half had lowered even further since you stood, making you whip your head right back around with a more crimson complexion than the one you had moments ago.

“I… have to go take care of something at home. They’ll be worried about me, I said I wouldn’t take long in the city” pushing the last button through your shirt and pulling your cloak on once and for all, you brushed yourself off and rushed to the door. 

“Just a minute,” he requested, sitting up a little taller and readjusting the sheet to cover a little more of himself. Thank god. You stopped and spun around with hesitance, waiting for whatever he was about to say with shaky hands that were just itching to pry the door open so you could run out of there. 

“If you’re willing to take a longer route, there’s a path that runs on the edge of the city right by the stall where we met. It’s likely to lead you back home, and there’s a beautiful view there that you cannot miss out on. It should be on the left, you’ll know it when you see it.” 

Your lips twitched upward and he mirrored it, the anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit. You thanked him, and without another moment to spare you dashed away from that room and out of the apartment building as fast as your legs could carry you. 

What had you just done?! You and that boy from the village were not yet tied together by marriage, but you had a definite emotional connection that would have certainly made it feel like cheating if you were to flirt with another man, let alone sleep with one. Your skin felt itchy and dirty, and the way that your underwear was keeping physical evidence of your copulation filled you with pure guilt. You tried to calm yourself down, walking fast so you could get home as soon as possible and wash your body until your skin was rubbed raw. And how would you explain the lack of groceries you were bringing back?!

One thing after another, it continued to get worse. You were now an adulterer who couldn’t even do one thing right and actually bring home the food you were assigned to get. You couldn’t fulfill the only purpose of this trip because you had to act upon a selfish impulse that came over you out of nowhere. One that was sudden and out of your control, but felt that if you did not act upon it you would simply explode, and how perfect that such an attractive stranger was there to care for your needs.

You shook your head when that thought crept in, shaming yourself and looking up to the landscape before you for a distraction. Your eyes scanned around eagerly, and after a brief few seconds of strenuous searching, you noticed a small, rocky path near the fruit stall. The one that the man had mentioned to you.

The anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit.

Ah, perfect. That would be sure to calm you down if he was being honest about the view, and wasn’t just saying that to mess with you in an attempt to delay your trip so you would spend more time with him. You knew your way back home very well since you travelled to the city a lot, you knew that even if this path did not lead back to the village you could easily find your way back so long as you continued walking north. Your mind was set.

Trekking down the road, you began to take deep breaths as all of the unease bubbling up inside of you was becoming unbearable, alongside another nervous feeling that you couldn’t place. You felt entirely unnerved, not quite like you were being watched, but like something very bad was about to happen and take the cake for being the worst part of this already awful day. Perhaps it was just caused by the unfamiliar route home. At the very least, this route may have been longer but was definitely more scenic and a lot quieter than your regular one. You had faith that it would pleasantly surprise you too if there was a hidden and scenic view as that man said. 

That man. You had to try harder to get him out of your head. You tried shaking it, rubbing your eyes and temples as if you could physically wash him away if not will him away. You didn’t know how much more anxiety you could take before your heart simply gave up.

You stopped walking, eyelids closing and hands balling into tight fists. Your heart was pattering harshly within your ribcage, pushing achingly against it, so fast. 

Calm down.

Allowing your eyes to open again, you inhaled deeply and observed the spot where you chose to halt. Blinking, you followed the back-and-forth blowing of elegant green leaves and swirly plants with their sturdy vines. You happened to look over your left shoulder, and to your surprise, a beautiful display of the sky was visible through a patch in the trees, as if its branches had been carved out for it to be seen. As ethereal as the twinkling stars looked against the deepening blue yonder, you had a hard time enjoying it because of that angsty feeling that was clawing at you.

If you wanted to feel better, you had to stop wasting time and get home. Perhaps finally being back to some familiarity would provide comfort, allow you to reset your mind, and pretend that nothing peculiar even happened today. Soaking in the view one final time, you committed it to memory to act as a soother while you continued on. You started to speedwalk, and the more you did continue on, the more the environment around you changed. 

The first thing you noticed was how it was oddly quiet. You knew that you were nearing home because the number of swirly plants had increased, and typically by this point you could hear the distant bustling and soft chatter of your elders. But there was no bustling. There was only pure and utter silence aside from the clop of your shoes against the stones under your feet, and the crunching of the fallen leaves trapped between them. 

Something wasn’t right, now you knew that for certain.

Your walk became a run, you didn’t stop and didn’t care about how many bushes or plants you ripped out of the way until you were back to your territory. 

You nearly tripped from how quickly you had to stop yourself from continuing on at lightning speed, lest you get too close to the scene before you.

It was all red. 

Your eyes started to turn the same colour once they took in and fully analyzed what exactly they were looking at, your limbs became numb, your breath hitched, and bile rose to your throat as you saw the multitude of corpses littered all over your village grounds. 

The deceased bodies of the villagers, of your clan members.

“I tried to delay your arrival…what a shame, I really didn’t want you to see this.” 

This voice was familiar. You had just heard it not long ago.

Having never moved this fast before, you nearly gave yourself whiplash spinning around to see who was behind you. Any uneducated onlooker would notice your scarlet eyes and assume that they must have been burning, or at the very least were starting to burn, considering just how intense your gaze was and how much that deep red glowed. You were expressionless but your teeth were grit and your jaw was tightly clenched. Who dared to speak to you this way after you had just been witness to such a lachrymose sight?!

“I–you…” you sputtered, eyes widening impossibly and muscles seizing in shock when you realized just who dared. 

“Me.” It was spoken softly and quietly, yet it was so loud to you even as the only sound in your ears was the intense thumping of your heart–which felt like it was in your throat.  

The man you had just met with. And a silhouette further behind him, a diversely sized clump that was certainly a hidden group of people. A short trail of blood followed their location, starting thick and narrowing off into smaller drips the closer it got to them.

Why was he here, and who were those people?! You had no doubt that they were the cause of this, what was his connection to them? What else did he know if he had “tried to delay your arrival?”

“Y/N…” a frail voice came from your side, far and low and your head lashed down immediately to see the Clan Elder reaching a trembling hand in your direction. 

He was still alive. 

You wasted no time in scurrying to his side, dropping to your knees, and holding his hand with both of yours. The bloodied, empty sockets where his eyes once were made your blood run cold, and the sight of him shaking his head from side to side as if trying to look for you despite being blinded made you want to cry. 

You couldn’t help but think if you had been home sooner… could you have stopped this from happening? Or would you have fallen victim to the massacre as well?

The Elder’s grip on your arm intensified suddenly, making you gasp and wince in pain as he must have been exerting every last bit of life he had into that grasp. A shimmering white aura surrounded his body, flowing through to his hands and lighting up your skin where he was touching. You began to shake from the strength of it all, watching how suddenly he leaned closer to place his mouth by your ear so he could whisper;

“You’re pregnant.” 

Then he was gone. You could feel and see it all; the way his nails lifted back out of your skin, fingers unravelling from around your wrist as his limbs slid back down to his sides, lifeless. That surrounding glow was gone too, dimming out slowly until there was nothing left.

It didn’t feel real. 

You found yourself leaping away from the sudden hand on your back, scowling at the man from a newly created distance, watching him stand up straight after kneeling down to be at your previous level. Seeing him in such close proximity to your deceased clan made your gut churn, you felt sick. He couldn’t just let you mourn, was he not planning to just rip the bandaid off and admit that he was planning this, that he did this?! 

“Haven’t you realized your situation?” He wasn’t looking at you, his gaze was trained intently on the Clan Elder as his hands reached for his pockets. You watched him sharply, none of his movements going unnoticed as you were overwhelmed with the urge to protect everyone around you despite being too late. 

“Watch what you say to me next,” you warned. You did not have any formal combat experience, and any threat of violence was empty, but you didn’t doubt what could be granted to you by adrenaline. Your words must have intrigued the man though, he looked over at you with a grin and rotated his body so he was facing you completely.

“Y/N…” he whispered, using your name for the first time since your meeting which made your skin crawl, and he lifted his hands with upward-facing palms as he began to approach.

Backing away from him was instinctive, but you weren’t careful about your steps and lost your footing, falling backward. Landing on your back, the instant cushioning of your fall made you choke because that fall should have hurt and been solid–you should have landed on a cement path, you knew where you had been standing despite the heavy carmine liquid that was soaking into and staining the rock. 

You were stuck in your landing place for a moment, the sound of your racing pulse booming through your ears once more as you swallowed dryly and looked to your side, head twitching at a turtle’s pace. You didn’t want to see more of it, you already knew what you landed on and what you would be met with if you looked, but it was too late.

The eyeless, deeply frowning face of your husband-to-be. Dead.

Releasing a shrill cry, you could now feel your entire world crashing down. Despair replaced what was once burning anger inside of you. You couldn’t even fight the man off as he walked over and crouched down, lifting you up to a seated position, embracing you, and twisting your head into his chest to shield your eyes. He shushed you, caressed your hair, and rubbed your back, telling you that it was okay, that you were okay. 

He was so, so wrong, he certainly knew it too. The sweetness in his voice sounded false, much too tender in such a horrible situation that it may as well have just been full-on laughter at you. 

You heaved and gasped for air, your entire body shaking as you felt so helpless, trapped in the arms of your clan’s definite killer and embracing him atop the mound of dead bodies, bodies that belonged to those who were like family to you. It was blasphemous, but nobody else was here to help you now.

Everyone was gone. 

But did you deserve help anyway? You allowed this man to seduce you, to have you in his bed, and take you away from that family for so much time; enough for him to plan a killing spree of them all. This was your fault.

You felt his mouth on your cheek, giving a slow and tender kiss, and his hand came up as he pulled away to drag his thumb along where his lips once were. His voice was by your ear shortly after, and he whispered his next words for only you to hear. 

“Your life is completely in my hands now. I’ll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us. What a powerful family we’ll make together, I’m absolutely thrilled to meet our child."

Another kiss. And another. And one more, on your jaw this time. He was showering you in affection, effectively distracting you as he continued on with kissing, caressing, and embracing you while he stood and held you firmly against him, turning you both back to the path you arrived here on. He was essentially dragging you along like a body bag, you had been paralyzed moments ago once the sight of your deceased lover engrained itself into your memory forever–staying there, looking right at you every time you dared to blink. Your feet picked up remnants of blood as he hauled you along, creating clean lines in the excessive puddles of it where your shoes once were. 

What more could you have done? If you had never obeyed your Elder’s wishes and gone to the market, you would not have met this man whose name you still did not know. Your meeting seemed fated; as if he spared you on purpose, and this slaughter was already planned with the intention of leaving you out of it. But why? Would you ever know? 

All you could do was accept your fate, any future with the clan was finished, because they were not with you anymore. Your life would have no path without them, so you didn’t mind allowing your clan’s killer to be the dictator of your new life. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he was the father of your child after all, and you were a Kurta. Not all hope was lost.

© meyousing 2023. do not share/export my work on to any other platforms. do not translate my work. 

I’m gonna be on the outlook for this one, I’m ready for it💕

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑨𝒈𝒆

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑴𝒐𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑨 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

𝑾𝑪: 1.6𝑲

𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆✯ (𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛).

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

It all started with a simple iced caramel macchiato. A drink he had specially made for you himself the moment he took over the cafe that his father owned that was located in the private housing estate that his father also owned. 

Maybe it was just a simple crush on his side, he thought that over time it would have faded away, but it never did. It just kept growing, and growing until finally he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

He thought maybe something just had to be wrong with him. How can he, a twenty-one year old third year university student have a crush on a woman who was six years older than him. Not only were you older, but you were married and on top of that you also had a newborn child. 

It was wrong for him to be so infatuated with a married woman, but there was just something about you. Something that he just had to take for himself. He sighed heavily as he watched as you sat next to the window inside the cafe, your hand against your cheek while the other arm held your baby close to your chest. He watched as you tilt your head down a bit to gaze at your son, a beautiful smile curving only those lips as you did so. 

The first true smile, a smile he’d never seen before. He wondered if he would be able to make you smile like that for him. An adoring smile grew on his lips as well, but it faded as soon as it came the moment he saw your lips turn into a frown. 

He too frowned when he saw him, that man you called your husband Mr. Haru Hiroshima walked up to you and placed a kiss upon your cheek. He chuckled when he saw you used the back of your arm to wipe the kiss away from your cheek as you stared up at him. 

He hated seeing you like this, that beautiful smile now fading into an angry pout. Though you're just as beautiful with an angry pout, a smile suited you the best. He could tell how uncomfortable you felt being in the own presence of the man you married. The slight twitch on your lips and the jittering in your leg gave it away. 

He noticed the way you rolled your eyes when your husband paid you a compliment, shrugged his hand from your shoulder as he tried to rub your shoulder with those HANDS.

Your eyes twitched and burned with hatred, he could tell from where he stood behind the counter with an apron wrapped around his waist, that you hated your husband. If he didn’t know who you were or who your husband was then he would have wanted to know the reason why you stared up at your husband with such disdainful eyes. But oh he knew, he knew the reason why you hated the man you had a baby with, he knew the reason why you hated the man you married. 

The many late nights spent inside his car parked outside the cafe, never went unnoticed by the youngster. Oh he knew the many nights your husband would sit inside this very cafe with another woman perched against him, laughing at the ridiculous joke, playing with the ends of their hair while they batted their overly dramatic eyelashes at him, before leaving to fuck in that car that was parked outside the cafe. 

And the next day, you’ll be here in that spot that you’re currently seated in, wiping the tears from your eyes as you sipped on an iced caramel macchiato that he’d make for you. Yes, Gojo Satoru had to bear witness of your husband's infidelities and watched as you cried your eyes out the next morning. 

At this point he was more than infatuated with you, but let’s not deviate into the past just yet, you know to that time when he first laid eyes on you all those months ago when you were still pregnant with the baby that you’re holding in your arms now. How beautiful you looked with your tummy all round and swollen. The thoughts he had in his young mind were sinful. He was ashamed of himself to think of you in such an inappropriate way when he saw that baby bump. 

Anyways, he bit his lips resting his hand against the counter while exchanging words with his best friend as he continued to watch on. He chuckled a bit when he saw you jerked your head away and rolled your eyes when your husband tried to brush his thumb against those round cheeks.

“That woman is way out of your league Satoru,” Geto said as he observed his best friend’s eyes as Gojo continued to stare at you.

“What do you mean out of my league? If you’re talking about wealth class, then she’s definitely up there and if you’re talking about beauty, I personally think that we make a perfect match,” Gojo responded as he turned his back towards Geto to attend to the Macchiato that he was suppose to make you a long time ago. 

“Well for starters, she’s way older than you,” Geto said, pointing out something that was already obvious to him. Of course Gojo knew that you’re twenty-seven years old.

“Yeah and so what if she’s six years older than me. I mean she’s still young compared to that old man she calls husband. He’s, what 48 or 50?” Gojo responded with a roll of his eyes.

“Please, put that aside. How can ever compete with Mr. Hiroshima?” Geto asked. 

Gojo scoffed, “I’m much better than that old hag. Just look at me, I’m young, hot, handsome, smart and I got a big dick.” Geto shook his head in disbelief. Gojo really didn’t just say that. “I can take his wife and treat her much better than he can. I’m Gojo fucking Satoru and who is he? A fucking joke that is.” 

“Unbelievable,” Geto said, sighing in disbelief as he watched as Gojo added extra pumps of caramel in your drink along with crushed chocolate bits. 

Gojo rolled his eyes before taking off his apron, placed your macchiato on a platter and slowly made his way towards you. 

“You need to act like a proper wife, you just threw yourself away the moment you got pregnant,” your husband whispered bitterly at you. “Look at you, you haven’t even made the effort to wear a bit of makeup or even lose that fucking weight. You’re not getting any younger.”

“And you are? You know what? Fuck you,” you whispered back at him as you tried to hold back the tears that were treating to spill. “Don’t you have somewhere to be.” 

“Don’t talk to me this way, remember who took you in when you had nothing. Don’t be ungrateful and be thankful that I haven’t divorced you as yet,” your husband yet to you. 

You so badly wanted to take the ring from your finger and tossed it in his face and yelled, “FUCK YOU AND THIS FUCKING MARRIAGE.”

But if you did, then you knew that you’d have nowhere to go. You’d have no funds to take care of yourself and your baby. You’ll be useless without him. So like a good little wife, you sat there while staring at him, hatred for him running through your veins, even though a bit of love still pumped through them. 

“I’ll be gone for the month. Don’t expect me to call you or anything. If it’s not an emergency then you don’t need to call or text me. I’ll be tracking your spending too. Don’t fucking waste my money.” You said nothing. Gojo on the other hand gritted his teeth, trying his hardest to compose himself as he continued to listen on to your husband. 

“I’ll be leaving now,” and with that said, Mr Hiroshima got up kissed your cheek, made an attempt to kiss your lips, but inside was met with the side of your cheek yet again then left without even acknowledging the baby. Gojo watched as the tear that was threatening to spill rolled down your cheek, before you quickly wiped it away and smiled down at your baby.

He knew you didn't deserve this, he knew you deserve a man that is willing to treat you better, to show you how much you're worth. He knew that he could treat you way better than your husband. You just had to present him with that opportunity.

"Hello Mrs. Hiroshima," he greeted you with a smile as he placed the macchiato before you and offered you a smile.

"Hello young Gojo," you said as you forced a smile on your lips.

"I made your usual and don't worry this one is on the house," he said to you.

"That's very kind of you Gojo, thank you," you said as you took a sip from your macchiato and smiled. "It's very delicious. The drinks are becoming more delicious now that you’ve taken over the place."

“What can I say, I guess I have a thing for sweet drinks,” he responded and you giggled and offered up a genuine smile and smiled back.

He stared at you for a while, and as he watched on, all he could think about was how perfect you’d be for him. And the next thing he knew before he could he stop himself, he spoke, "You know Mrs. Hiroshima, your husband doesn't deserve you. I see how he treats you Mrs. Hiroshima and you don't deserve that."

You gasped as you stared up at him, to see that he was already looking at you, "You deserve someone that is going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated Mrs. Hiroshima. Wouldn’t you want that?" And without waiting for you to respond, he left and went to sit beside his friend. Yeah something was wrong with him. He wanted you, a married twenty seven year old woman with a newborn baby.

✯𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑨𝒈𝒆 - 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝑶3

@getosbigballsack 2023

Friendship at it’s peak lmao~ If your friends don’t wanna have fun at ur expense are they really your friends???

These guys are so cruel to each other 🤣

Source: Mamoru’s Our Pre-Nuptial Nightmare Epilogue

Kitsune Nagito is now one of my new favorite things

the devil's tango

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: smut, breeding, eating out

Summary: Kitsune Komaeda fucks you on the temple floor.

They tell you, don't visit the forest while it's dark out.

You? You don't care.

Or... you don't care enough to listen.

It's the quickest way home, and the moon is completely out. It won't be that dangerous. 

The shrine looks heavenly at night, the moon cascading a halo of white on the torii, causing it to look lighter than normal. The wind tickles your skin, causing you to pause and look up. It's a full moon.

Ghosts come out on full moons or something.

A black cat rubs itself on your calf, and you stare down at it.

You pick up your pace and tread through the temple quicker.

The leaves snap under your shoes, and the wind blows a little harder. Arms of green, brown, and red seem to loom over you, grasping you, reaching for you, trying to pry you to them and never see the morning again. The leaves under your feet turn black with the mud leftover from rain, staining the path dark with muck. As if you weren't borderline running already, you run faster.

The temperature was dropping rapidly.

You can't risk it tonight. Not when tomorrow there's another day; Not when your family's at home waiting for you to bring them something. Not when there's some creepy connotation about muddy stones and windy weather. Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to hear the second pair of footsteps behind you. By the time you do, it's a little late.

"Ah, a human? At the shrine? On a day like this?" The voice is breathy; scratchy, almost.

You whip your head around, horrified at a voice.

It's a fox... wait, no, that's not a fox. That's a Kitsune. A human... kitsune? Wait, this could be a furry. Is he a furry? You don't care actually. He's hot.

The male is pale, and he stares at you, curious as to why you were still out at this hour.

"Do you not know that the full moon brings out demons?"

Upon first notice, his hair is white, the tips blushed red. His ears are the same, white fading into red, and you take note of the seven tails coming out of him. He's in a white kimono, and he almost looks like a female had it not been for his voice. He's pretty. Like really pretty. In fact, he's so pretty that the only thing you can think about is how pretty he is. How is this random fox-looking guy in a shrine so gorgeous? What the hell? How dare he? Ah, was he a Kitsune?

"I haven't gone weary from exhaustion, have I?" You squint at the male.

"No," He smiles. "You haven't."

"Right," you smile. "I'm trying to get home through the temple. There's a shortcut here."

"I see," The male's ears perk at the information. "Shall I walk you home? It's dangerous for someone as pretty as you to be alone."

"How do I know you're not the same as them?" You raise a brow and keep walking.

"Well," He follows you. "If you didn't let trash like me help, you'd end up devoured."

"By the demons?"

"By the demons," He walks next to you, and you take a look at him again. He's fucking gorgeous.

He stares back at you, unsure about what to feel. "I'm so sorry... having to have someone as awful as me lead you to the exit... how horrible that must be..."

"Huh? Trash?" You raise a brow at the male. "You?"

"Yes... there are so many better kitsunes to help..."

It's strange. You had thought Kitsunes were confident people. Well, it's not like it matters. You glance at him, blinking in curiosity. You wonder why he lacks so much confidence in himself. He's among the prettier Kitsunes met by people, yet at some point, you wonder why he's like this. You think he's cute.

"Um... if it helps, I'm glad you're the one helping me," You smile at him shyly.

He stares at you, eyes wide in fascination. "Ah... wow... thank you! You know, it's incredible that someone as plain as you could even thank me, but thank you! You seem like a nice darling. What are you doing out here again? What if someone jumps you?"

You scratch your cheek. "That won't happen."

"And you're so sure because?" Komaeda glances at the forest.

"The village is kind," you smile. "Thank you for escorting me, kitsune."

Komaeda smiles at you. "I do hope I get to see you again some day."

"We'll see," you rush back into your estate, calling for your family. You brought them dinner.

The village snakes catch wind of you out with a man at night. How scandalous! How vile. Whoring around before you even got married or engaged? Who did you think you were? How disgusting. A demon especially? You weren't walking around with any other man; you were walking around with the devil! The village spreads the news quickly, and even your parents start to shun you. Ah. How cruel.

You stay home, shunned by everyone alike. You wonder what you did. Maybe you shouldn't have asked for the fox's help. Was it your fault for that? You wonder yourself. Well, it's not like you'd ever have the chance to find out. Your parents would probably wed you off to a nearby village since you were caught escorted by a demon.

The news trickles in slowly at first.

There's been a murder in the village.

You aren't part of it, so you sit back in your room and have dinner alone.

Then, a second.

A third.

A fourth.

It's a serial murder case.

The village curses and yells at each other, screaming about how someone of their own blood could betray them. The hostility that swirls around each villager's family at the sight of another is enough to make your stomach lurch with disgust. You suppose it was sooner or later that the village would create its downfall. You just hope you don't end up in the house if anyone tries to burn you alive.

You wonder what's going on when the entire village goes silent after a meeting.

"They're telling us to quarantine," Your older sister tells you, sliding you your lunch. "So that the murderer can't get to us."

"Mm," You mumble weakly. "Will I be let out in our yard?"

"Kaa-san and tou-san said no," She sighs. "Eat well."

"Thank you."

The murderer can enter houses apparently. First, the local farmer's house dies in a massacre. The village screams and cries when the food supply is cut off. Then, the local woodsman dies. You stopped caring after the sixth family died. The village is terrified for their life. There's something about how they're convinced it's your fault or something. You've been locked in your room, but the spirits are looking to devour you or such. You think it's hysterical, but to the paranoid villagers, it isn't so much so.

Then, the local priest receives an oracle from the heavens... or something like that. You're not sure. You're being dragged and pulled around to bathe and get ready for something. No one's telling you anything. You sit there in silence as they dress you, the clothes feeling heavy after months of wearing rags.

"Am I being sacrificed?" You stare at your mother, and she turns to the side. "I'll take that as a yes."

Your sister places her necklace on you, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. You're not sure how to feel anymore. You suppose that the detachment of living alone and having meals sent to you has detached you from your family. Would you be saved? You wonder how that spirit was doing. Perhaps you'd get saved. What pointless thoughts.

The villagers parade you down the road in your wedding kimono. You don't look at anyone, but stare at the woods instead. You wonder if you could make a run for it. Probably not. You haven't left your room in months. It'd be impossible to outrun people who were working in the fields every day.

The stop is the same temple you passed that night.

You stare at the red of the torii, and you stand in the center of the temple. The village throws flowers around the space, and you sit down on the floor. 

Day turns to night, and the sun sets to rest. The village leaves at sunset.

The moon rises to start its night.

It's cold in the temple. 

It's another full moon again.

You wonder if the demons will really eat you this time.

You hear leaves rustle behind you, and you stare at the animal. It's a fox.

"Hey," You susurrate at the fox. The animal steps over and rubs against you. You hum gently, petting it.

"It's just the two of us, huh?" You rub its fur, the fox chirping happily. "I wonder what I did wrong."

"Nothing, really," The fox on your lap glows, and the weight changes. You lean back, shielding your eyes, and you stare at the male leaning forward. "Humans are selfish creatures just as we are vengeful ones."

You blink at the male. "You're... the kitsune I met that day."

"Yep," He grins. "Oh, for your information, the oracle wasn't wrong. I just need... some way to remove the curse from you and then you'll be fine. Really only spirits and demons can do that."

You blink at him. "I'm cursed?"

"You know the black cat on the first day?" Komaeda's tail tickles your wrist.

"Mm?"

"Demon," He rubs himself against you. "I really only wanted to escort you back but... you're really pretty."

Komaeda rests his ear on your chest, and he purrs. You lift a hand to pet his hair, and he hums happily.

"And how do I get rid of the curse?"

"Ah..." Komaeda's cheeks burn red. "Um... blessings."

"Huh?"

Komaeda blinks innocently at you, hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers dance up to your stomach, and he presses gently. You blink at him curiously, and he lowers his mouth to your shoulder. Sliding the fabric off gently, he whispers again. "Blessings." And he bites on your shoulder.

You yelp, squirming from the way his canines dug into your skin.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles against your skin. "You have to have a spirit as awful as me break your curse but... I just can't help but..."

"H-huh?" You feel your back pressed to the temple floor. And Komaeda cages you in with his arms.

"F-forgive me for... violating you like this," Komaeda whimpers, sliding his hand up your chest. Pulling at the fabric roughly, the wedding kimono is ripped, not without a weak apology from the kitsune. You're not even sure what his name is, but as he presses his lips to yours, your mind spaces out. Your lips part for his tongue almost naturally, and he kisses you feverishly. He grips your shoulders, licking at you.

Your eyes glaze over, and Komaeda's lips trickle down your face to your chest. 

"N-name," You gasp as he pinches your nipple. 

"Hm?" He peeks at you, eyes wide with interest.

"Y-your name," You whimper as a tail tickles you.

"Nagito," He blows on your ear. "Hm? Darling?"

Your lips part as he moves back to your chest, twisting and sucking at your nipples. The skin turns red from his pinching, and he bites curiously at the nubs. You make such pretty noises when he does. He peeks down at you curiously, taking in the sounds that slip past your lips. He's lost count of how many sacrifices he's taken and killed on the spot, yet you make him want to keep you alive. Maybe he'd actually take a sacrifice back home for once. It wouldn't hurt.

He presses a hand to your stomach, and the other pries your legs open. 

"To think they went so far this time..." He mumbles, sliding a finger into you. He stares at the liquid that trickles out, and he smiles cheekily. They seem to get better every time.

You shift from the new feeling, and Komaeda blinks as he moves his finger. Wow. You're really wet.

He slides a second finger in and hums in amusement as you try to move your legs. There's a thin sheen of sweat on your body, and Komaeda lowers his mouth to his fingers, curious about how you'll taste. 

"N-NO!" You yelp, trying to push his head away. "Th-that's dirty!"

Komaeda ignores you taking out his finger to hold your wrists to your stomach. He lowers his mouth and licks. You squeak and try to kick him away, but he just presses his tongue into you instead. Your thighs tighten around his head, and he looks up at you, half curious to see what you looked like.

You look heavenly. 

Komaeda stares at your lips parted and head thrown back. His ears flutter amusedly, and he starts sucking. He uses his free hand to keep your legs apart, and he hums. The vibrations shoot up your core, and you gasp. You struggle against his hold, and Komaeda continues eating you out. Ah, you taste so much better than the previous sacrifices. He's almost glad he got you caught on purpose. Well, not that he would tell you.

You struggle against his grip even harder, and he feels you tighten around his tongue. He moves his hand from your thigh to help his tongue, and you strain against him, whimpering and crying. It feels weird. You feel weird. Komaeda ignores your whines, and he speeds up instead. Your kicking eventually turns to thrashing, and with a final thrust of his fingers, you come undone on his face. 

Your cum soaks him, and his ears flick to get the fluid off while he licks to clean you up a little. He tests you out with his fingers, and he grimaces. You're not stretched well enough. Before you can register what's going on, Komaeda's eating you out again. This time, he cares not for your comfort, but he's trying to get you as wet as possible. You cry and shake, pawing at his head to try and get him off of you because you're sensitive from the last orgasm, but he pays your ministrations no mind. 

Your second orgasm hits harder than the first. Your legs tighten around his head, and you cry from how hard it hits you. Your cum squirts all over his face. The bottom of his ears are drenched, and he gets back to licking you clean. He's a little gentler this time, making sure you're somewhat clean.

He finally detaches himself from you, and he stares at the strand of fluid that connects his lips to you.

"Ready for the actual curse-breaking now?" He smiles cheekily, almost mockingly.

"H-huh?"

"That was to make sure," Komaeda licks his lips, pulling you to his chest, finally letting you sit up. "That you'd be able to fit..." He tugs the bottom of his kimono apart. "This." Your eyes widen at his cock.

"That won't fit," You whine as he lifts you gently and hushes you.

"It will if you stop squirming," He bites on your shoulder and spreads your hole, slamming you down. You choke on a broken moan, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Komaeda licks the wound on your shoulder. "See?"

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and Komaeda purrs in your ear. Your mind is somewhere else as you sit in his lap. Komaeda laps at your neck while he waits for you to adjust. You hear him ramble about how pretty you are between the licks, and you sigh in exhaustion. The tears on your cheeks are dry at this point. Komaeda's ears twitch at the sigh, and he presses a kiss under your eyes.

"Can I move?"

"Is this really going to break the curse?" You exhale sharply as he thrusts into you. You yelp.

"It's never not worked," He hums. "Humans are cruel, you know?"

You whimper as he bounces you on his lap.

"When I heard the priest," He presses a kiss to your lips. He tastes like you. "I thought your family would surely resist. They didn't, and they sent you here instead. Now you're my bride."

Your grip on his shoulders loosens a little, and Komaeda hums gently, pressing a hand to your stomach.

"See? I can feel myself thrusting into you," He hums. "I'm so glad trash like me received someone as angelic as you for my bride. You're going to look lovely living with me." He babbles, and you pant as he continues bouncing you. You can feel another orgasm coming. Clawing at his chest gently, Komaeda presses a kiss to your neck. 

"Cum for me, angel," He slams you down harshly, and you arch. Your lips part, and Komaeda stares at you come undone on him. His pupils dilate, and he stares at the cum seep out of you. Ah. He had cum as well. A ring of white forms at the base of his cock, and he glances at your tired form. He wants more.

Without warning, Komaeda pushes you back onto the ground. Your eyes widen, and you yelp, but Komaeda makes no motion to stop. You feel him grow hard in you again, and he thrusts back into you. The tile scratches against your back, creating marks over you, and you cry as Komaeda bites down on the nape of your neck. You hear something briefly about how that way the others would know you're his, but you're too fucked out to pay attention.

Komaeda breeds you like he has no tomorrow. His thrusts are sharp, bumping your cervix, desperate to make sure that you're full, filled, guaranteed to have his pretty little pups. The idea of you all pretty and round with his kits, his kits. Komaeda hikes your leg further up his shoulder, pressing your knees to your chest to make sure his cum stays. He's never been one to hope for good luck but fuck; the things he would do to see you running around with you two's kits had him weak.

"N-Nagi," You gasp, whimpering at how rough he was. "'s too much."

"You can take it." He hisses, nestling his cock deeper into you. "You've lasted until now; you can take another one."

You sob as Komaeda peppers kisses over your face and chest. His claws dig into your waist, forcing you impossibly closer to him. The tears streaming down your face are replaced with a set of new ones, and Komaeda whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You got this. You're his good girl, aren't you? His sweet little angel? His pretty little thing.

His tail fans around you, and all you can see is the white of his tail and the pink at the tips. He's really pretty. His tails are really pretty. You brush your finger against it gently, and Komaeda moans. Ah. He sounds really pretty. You whimper as he thrusts into you particularly sharply. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and you cum again. His kimono is wet beyond repair by now.

He hisses as he fills you up again. The white fills you up, painting your walls and forming a new ring at the base of his cock. Komaeda licks his lips at the white and nibbles on your earlobe. You heave, breathing heavily, and he licks up your cheek to taste your tears.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders with what little strength you have, and he lets your leg down from his shoulder. For a moment, you think he's going to let you breathe. He doesn't. Instead, he sits up, forcing you up with him, keeping you plugged. "Last one, I promise."

You don't even have the strength to argue against him now.

His thrusts start slow, his cum trickling out of you, making a mess of the temple floor. You let out a broken moan, and he takes it as a sign to continue.

"I'll fill you up again, I promise," Komaeda pants. "I'll make sure that you're bred and full by the end of tonight. Ah, I can't wait to see what kind of hope the two of us create. I'd be thrilled if they took after you. They'd look so pretty if they looked like you."

You tighten your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your back instinctively. He lifts you from the ground as he continues thrusting. The fur on his tail wraps you protectively, and it's soft. "hah..., I love you so much, angel. You were so kind to me when I helped you out. You didn't complain when the village threw you out to me... You deserve the world... I'll give it to you if you ask. I'll even turn you into a spirit if you want. Anything for you... you're so... dazzling... darling... angel... hah..."

Weakly, you cum on Komaeda again, and you feel his cum fill you up again. You blink tiredly as he licks at you, and your eyes close. Softly, you hear Komaeda tell you to rest.

The morning sun kisses you awake gently, and you wake up to the soft fur of the kitsune wrapped around you. You blink awake slowly, and Komaeda grins down at you.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Where... am I?"

"My residence," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead before pushing back. "Ah, I'm sorry. I should've asked for permission. Trash like me really doesn't deserve to be touching someone like you so lightly-"

"No," You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. "Good morning, Nagito."

His eyes widen, and a dazzling smile makes it onto his face. Komaeda wraps his arms around your waist and presses a hand to your stomach. He looks fondly at you, and you sigh.

"I love you a lot," Komaeda hums. "Angel."

"I know," You hum back. "Thank you for saving me."

"Anything for you."

WORTH ┃ featuring the verdant strider! tighnari

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, professor! tighnari, teacher-student relationship, modern-ish au (he teaches in a university), manipulation/coercion, gaslighting, drugging (use of aphrodisiac), clothed sex, oral (m & f), teasing, unprotected sex, implications of breeding and pregnancy, marking, undertones of yandere tighnari (?), ending’s kinda meh, roughly 4k words (tighnari made me do it)

AN. okay, i was a vv hardcore tighnari simp (you could say i main him) when he was released and he just, well, made me do it. also, reposted from that one ACC :)

you weren’t the brightest one in the group.

you always have to work harder than others, to dedicate more of your time to study in advance once exam season comes. it doesn’t matter when you felt left out when your friends are partying the night, there isn’t a minute to lose in order to submit proposals and papers within the week. nothing could stand in your way of studying—books here, consultations there, meetings left and right.

it’s lonely, sure, seeing how those who you treat as close friends slowly untie the string keeping you together but this had gotten you so far to where you stood, close to graduating, close to moving forward in your life. everything is worth it, you have found your meaning amidst the judgment thrown at you by people.

so where did it all went wrong?

“this is the final time i’d be consulting with you f/n. if you can’t propose a more feasible concept for your research, you might end up taking these units next year.”

your hands felt cold, shaking even, as you tried grasping each word he said. no, you can’t afford to postpone your graduation just because of one class. with each millisecond that passed, your mind started threading through each step you did which resulted in this issue. one by one, problems start to pile up inside your brain, rendering you deep in thought as you can’t seem to find any mistakes in your output.

“you are aware that you’re falling behind in class, right?”

tighnari looks up from his desk, taking in the image of you, cowering in your troubles, slowly descending into madness as he prods on the things he knew you felt insecure about. on each consultation he had with you, he notices the subtle changes in your demeanor, taking note on how you react to see where he should focus on just to make sure you lose all that confidence in yourself.

it was utterly repulsive to him, wanting to see his dedicated and outstanding student lose their shine just because he has the power to do so.

but he loves it, he loves it, he loves it.

it wasn’t like him, this isn’t like him but he can’t help it when you’ve always looked beautiful crying. he had seen it once in the library at night, your hardworking self crumbling under pressure. what a poor thing, he thought before he made his way towards your seat and offered you help on the material you find hard to understand. you found his presence calming, appreciating to even spend time for you.

tighnari who had a dab hand at guiding even the dullest of pupils, a young graduate who was already scouted to be a part of the reknown akademiya but had opted to teach students in this university, a man with a kind soul who you often see guiding his students—of course, there’s no reason to not trust your professor, right?

tighnari didn’t mean any harm, really. all he wants is the best for you but with whatever state you’re currently in, he has the need to work his way in your life and had him influence you on what’s suitable for a sweet, pliant, and dumb girl like you.

“i am aware sir, thank you for still considering with all these consultations. maybe my efforts aren’t really enough, should i take this again next year,” you replied but you whispered the last part of your sentence out of pure disappointment. the thing is, tighnari heard each word full of uncertainty, grinning before he lays a hand on top of your shoulders.

“if this can work in your favor, i can help you with your paper after office hours,” he suggested, waiting to see your eyes sparkle and you did. you looked up at him with hope obviously plastered on your face.

“you would, professor?” he can see the small smile forming on your lips, waiting for his reply.

seeing that tighnari smiles back with a soft nod from his head had you slowly pulling away from the sudden burst of adrenaline, gazing at the side to ground yourself before shyly peering up back at him. “i’d do anything to pass this subject and your guidance will really help a lot.”

tighnari shudders, imagining how he can take you right at that very moment. you’d do anything? he asks himself before he takes one more look at you. “you’ve always been so diligent, it’s the least that i can do for a hard-working student like you.”

“it is really appreciated professor, thank you.”

“then meet me at my office around 7 in the evening every wednesday and friday. i’d be free by then.” you nod in reply, gathering all the documents you have presented before bidding him a sweet goodbye. oh so sweet and gentle, that’s what he’d always loved about you. he can’t wait to have you all for himself.

and only if the poor you knew where this would lead you.

“be reminded that the algorithm that you have presented goes against ethical practices. we can’t simply restore back memories on empty shells representing humans. cloning is still subjected in harsh criticisms,” he sighs, looking at the way your shoulders slumped down with your eyes casting a downward look.

just as planned.

“what a pity, i can already deduce that your topic can’t even suffice to work on its own without being undermined by such principles.” he can hear the way you winced at his words, observing how you react. just a little more, tighnari thought as he wait for more of your reactions.

“are you sure you’re really doing your best, f/n?”

“i am!” you exclaimed, quickly feeling embarrassed by your outburst, opting to follow it with a meek “i am, professor. i am doing my best.”

“do you think it’s enough?”

you were so close to breaking, not knowing where to go. there are only two months left for this semester and restarting your work given the time constraint could only lead you to a failing grade. withdrawing the subject may be your best option but that also poses a problem where your graduation is to be delayed.

the help that tighnari offered was your last ray of hope yet you’re not getting anywhere. are you really that dense that you can’t move forward in something so simple?

“let’s call it a day and continue tomorrow. rest first and let’s try to talk out what we could make out of it without removing most of what you’ve already started for its body.” in reality, tighnari already has a plan in mind, of course, as someone who used to take elective courses on biology had him an advantage and he so hopes that you wouldn’t catch on his schemes.

“but professor, i’m already lagging behind everyone,” you argued. you are desperate at this point, holding tightly to whatever will you have left within yourself. “i still have other subjects i need to focus on, it would only hinder on my plans in submitting my other outputs and i can’t risk losing more points.”

“as much as i want to help you but it’s already too late f/n. the gates might close soon if we would still continue working here.”

“we can work somewhere else. i’m really sorry professor but i really want to pass this subject,” you pleaded, he likes that, smiling at unyielding determination you have right now that would crumble soon.

“would you prefer to work at my place? or would you rather invite me in yours?” he waits for your answer, eyes piercing down at your form.

he can see how you hesitated, cheeks hinting a dark hue as you felt your blood boil from the fact that you either invite yourself to his house or you’d invite him in the apartment you currently share with your friend.

and your answer would be obvious by now.

“please let’s work at your house, professor. my friend might be at home and wouldn’t want to be disturbed by any noise as we get there.”

“okay then. let’s head straight to the parking area and hope that the gates are still open.”

you never would’ve thought that you’d be inside someone’s house, let alone your professor’s.

“so, shall we start?” you heard him ask as you are both sat on his living room. you nodded, quickly pulling out your laptop and your organizer.

it was quite peaceful, during the hours that followed your discussion with tighnari. he was really good in explaining you the areas that you need to work on and criticizes some points you have added. so far, you were producing some result but you have spent so much energy for this research that you can’t stop the occasional yawns escaping your lips throughout the whole talk.

“are you somewhat tired? i can make the two of us some coffee,” tighnari offers and you can’t resist the mention of the drink.

“that’d be really appreciated, thank you.”

and that’s when you’ve finally made your huge mistake.

tighnari yet again smiles, standing up and went to fix you two some coffee. he was graceful in his steps, not wanting to express any excitement on what’s bound for the two of you tonight. he can ever hear you humm in delight when the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air.

as he puts in some cream and sugar, he quickly pulls out a vial from one of the drawers of his kitchen and dropped a few of its contents on your mug. perfect.

“here, drink up first and rest for a few minutes.” tighnari can see the smile on your face, eyes squinting in happiness as you take small sips of your hot coffee, mind obviously unsuspecting of anything because you just trust your professor so much after all the troubles he’d been through with you.

“this taste so good,” you uttered, striking up tighnari’s interest.

“the beans was sent to me by a friend. he often travels on different nations. i’m glad that you like it as well.” you can see tighnari smiling underneath the soft glow of light, emphasizing the caring gaze he has and you can’t help but feel your heart beat fast.

tighnari had always been adored by many, loved even. he is really good in the field yet that hasn’t been the reason for him to belittle or stomp down on others. he is as kind as he is humble and would often be ready to aid those who are in need. if your circumstances are different, you would gladly pursue him and express this underlying feelings you harbored from the past weeks of spending time with him.

but would he want to be with someone like you?

these insecurities had slowly soured your mood. it even baffles you how an outstanding man like him had gone through lengths just to have you pass this subject. and you can’t even offer anything in return besides the unsatisfactory outputs you kept submitting.

“let’s continue?”

and you two did, well, while your mind still can.

right after finishing what remains of your drink, there’s this sudden click of heat radiating from the pit of your stomach, stimulating your senses to be more sensitive to any type of stimulus. at first, you tried ignoring the annoying feeling and focused on the burning anger you felt in yourself that just wants to get this over with.

but it grew more unbearable, your hands itching to rub on the sensitive spots of your body that begs for any sort of sensation. the ache between your legs sent shivers up your spine, causing you to slightly buckle from your seat. your thighs had started to rub on each other to give you some sort of friction down there, to give you some sort of relief.

peering from his side, tighnari can see how you shift on your seat, beads of sweat starting to litter your skin. he grins before he turns to look at you with concern beaming on his face.

“f/n?” before you could reply, a sudden wave of heat engulfed your core and had you stumbling out of your seat, eyes trained to the man who’s now in front of you.

“are you okay? f/n?” your mind can barely coherent such thoughts when the heat spreads so fast in your blood, a tingling sensation calls for attention on the pit of your loins. it gradually grows harder for you to concentrate, hands shaking when tighnari assisted you to a more comfortable position in his couch.

“professor, i feel weird. it’s like something is burning inside of me,” you almost slurred as the sensation from the pit of your stomach aches that tears started pooling in your eyes. with what remains of your clear thoughts, you looked around to know the source of such discomfort and the coffee that you’d recently could be the only reason why—

“what did you put in m—.” you slowly feel like jelly on the sofa, squinting to keep your eyes open as you tried managing the ache between your legs. “did you put something in my coffee?”

“coffee? what are you talking about? why would i even do that?” you can see the worry in his eyes, hands moving close to your forehead. you feel bad doubting him, frowning and looking down on yourself. “first, tell me what are you feeling?”

“i…” you can’t even answer back when the burn feels more unbearable within, hands gripping the armrest as you try to sit up only to fail and fall back in a lying position. 

“it hurts professor,” you softly cried out while failing to even glance up on tighnari. you can feel him shift you to a lying position, gentle arms surrounding you with warmth, the faint scent of flora radiating off of him had your senses acting up. you want to be embraced by him, be surrounded by him, to have him soothe this ache. desperation evident when your arms wrapped around his torso and didn’t let go.

“what hurts f/n?” with the barely existing distance between you two, his whispered words had you shivering, your hands digging on the broadness of his shoulder. in seconds, you heard a low growl coming from him, flickering more desire to ran rampant in your body and mind.

“f/n, we need to sort out what you’re feeling first.” he warns you, attempting to peel away from your hold but you won’t even let him go, not when he’s already right on top of you.

“it hurts here professor.” you reached out a hand to grab his free one, directing it right between your legs. tighnari wasn’t even surprised, barely hiding the smile forming on his lips when he felt you using his hand to rub on your crotch. “it hurts so much.”

“here?” tighnari asked in a teasing tone, not that you’d notice when you moaned in response.

“yes,” you whimpered when he started to move two of his fingers and slowly rub your clothed cunt. tighnari can feel just how wet you are, the tips of his fingers getting smothered with your arousal.

long had forgotten your suspicions with that coffee when you started to grind yourself on his steady hand, your underwear and thin pants ruined from how much slick had already pooled between your legs. it feels good, so good to be touched like this.

“f/n, you do know what this implies,” tighnari suggests, still holding up this worried façade of his. and it worked, it worked on making you lenient towards what the hell he wants. 

“i know. ‘ want you to do something ‘bout it, please,” you cried when tighnari quickly uses two of his fingers to slide up and down the slit of your messy, clothed cunt.

“is this really what you want?” tighnari asked. to stimulate further your already feverish state, tighnari used his other hand to knead on your chest, the poor shirt you wore can barely stop how your nipples protrude upon contact.

his question went past your head when his thumb forms a grudgingly slow circular stroke on your nipples. his other hand, however, wormed its way inside your pants, feeling you through your panties, begrudgingly sliding up and down the valley of your pussy, barely missing the part where you’d want it to run to but the sensitivity you were feeling intensified the pleasure you were getting.

it felt so good, too good, having both his hands move against your body. but the bliss soon stopped when tighnari paused. you can hear him laugh softly, amused when he saw your eyes widen and lips forming a small pout.

“hm… you haven’t answered my question f/n. can you specifically tell me what is it that you want?“ the hotness from his breath immediately sent triggers down your body, legs trembling when the sensation of his fingers gently prodding on your crotch made your back arch closer to his body.

"i want you to touch me,” you begged. your eyes were watering from how unbearable the heat was in your body and the gentle strokes that tighnari gave on your aching cunt made the feeling even worse.

“touch you? but i already am,” he replies while watching you writhe and whine. with the faraway look in your eyes, tighnari knew that the aphrodisiac had fully taken effect. “see? i can just feel how wet you are right now.”

“kiss me, please. also wan’ you to use your fingers more.”

just a simple wish coming from your lips, desperate yet sweet, had tighnari fastening his pace in rubbing you, lips then latched on the sensitive skin of your neck. the sensations from your core and the pleasure on your neck, on your breasts quickly build up the spike of your orgasm, your hands searching for something to get a grip on but only to find the soft locks of tighnari.

he groans, almost leaving a bite on your skin as you tugged on his hair. this had urged him to harshly rub his fingers, the soft tips roughly digging through your underwear and had reached to prod on your clit.

“based on how your body is reacting, you’re close,” he uttered after pulling away from your neck, eyeing how you shake and moan out his name. “go on, come.”

you were far out because of the pleasure but tighnari’s command had gone through your head and you’d finally feel the tightness in your core to snap, legs closing from the intensity as you gush out because of tighnari’s touch. and he kept you spread open as he rides you through your orgasm.

“coming from simply being touched.” tighnari hushes you afterward, scooping you in his arms. you were panting heavily, trying to calm down but the heat that had subsided after your orgasm was fast to being unbearable. he felt you tugging on his sleeves and he smiles. “you’re just so good, aren’t you f/n?”

“i am… good for you.” a breathless whisper then followed your reply. tighnari hums, pulling you closer before he lifts you up and carried you to his room. you were beyond intoxicated, gripping him closer, nose buried in his neck, feeling all that you can touch before you’re laid down on the softness of his bed.

with droopy eyes, you reached out for him to have him closer once more, savoring the comfort he brings you as the heat continues to engulf you in an unrelenting need. tighnari complies, pretty much occupied by the thought that he finally has you, that you’re finally his.

“please, do anything as you wish.” it was a hasty reply that tighnari lets out a sigh before he pulls you up and lets you sit in front of him. he looms over your body, preying eyes focusing on your thighs rubbing against each other. he bends a little, pulling you from your chin just to have you looking at his face but your eyes quickly move down between his legs.

“now, now, don’t be too greedy f/n,” he says before he lets you go and stands firm. “if you really want me to fuck you then you should do something more to deserve it.”

whining underneath his intense gaze, you were too intoxicated to complain so you quickly shifted down the edge of the bed and have him sit in front. clumsy hands had made their way on the locks of his belt, fingers swiftly pulling the leather from the pin before it even leaves a soft tug on the floor as you have successfully removed it.

tighnari continues to watch how adorable you are being so desperate like this. he lifts up a hand before he brushes on your hair after you make a quick tug on his pants, aimlessly tugging it down his hips before you can finally see the prominent bulge strained behind the thin cloth of his underwear.

“go on,” tighnari encourages you while you eye how big he looks beneath, mouth drooling at just the mere thought of how it’ll make you feel good later. “i’m waiting.”

nimble fingers make quick movements on the bands of his underwear, soon revealing his hard length that slapped against his stomach. you can hear him hiss at the sudden contact of your other hand, making quick pumps on his shaft before you used your thumb to rub circles on the tip. you want to hear more of tighnari, hear him moan, groan, say your name with such want. the heat had gotten the best of your head, all messed up from the insatiable desire to please both him and yourself.

and tighnari observes, relishing on how your hand clumsily works more on getting him off but—"don’t you think this is enough f/n?“

this triggered something inside you, the fear of disappointment, of failing, of not reaching the end that you want, alerting this side of you that tighnari easily prods with ease. looking up with soft eyes, you close your lips on the pinkish tip of his cock, smearing your lips with his precum. you can hear tighnari moan, smiling down at you, letting you know that you are doing good.

”yeah, just like that f/n. you sure know what to do,“ he coos, brushing your hair as he guides your head to have him slowly push past your lips, indicating to you what to do next.

after how you messily covered your lips with his pre, you used your hand to smother what you have gathered earlier from the tip and pump him with fervor, adjusting how tight and how fast you’d go based on how he groans and tugs at your hair. but it wasn’t enough for him, even if it feels good to have your hands do something so sinful like this. "didn’t i tell you tha—.”

before he finishes his sentence, your lips had pushed past the head before you have the whole tip inside your warm mouth, slowly pushing more and more that you can take. you can hear him groan out your name, blown-out eyes lovingly looking at you in satisfaction.

pleased with what reactions he’s giving but still wanting more, you used your tongue to lap around the length, feeling how some of the veins pop up from the sensation. tighnari groans, close to growling, and this spiked up the heat that you were feeling. you were so drunk from the haze that this had given you that it pushed more of your desires to please him more.

“f-fuck,” he curses, one you barely hear, and by god how much that turned you on more if that’s still impossible in the sorry state that you were in. more, you thought as you continued by sucking him in, close to having most of his dick fully inside your mouth.

“keep doing that and i might,” he stops as he lets go of a whine, feeling how you have finally had the tip reach the depths of your throat, your fingers digging on his thighs, your nose touching his abdomen.

you have finally earned it, you really are worth everything there is that he can offer and he will not let anything stop him from having you.

“fuck, come here.” tighnari pulls you away from his cock, grinning as he hears you whine. “hush now, i’m finally giving you what you want f/n,” he adds before you’re laid down on the bed.

a whisper was all you could let go as tighnari started to work on your clothes. he was quick to remove every piece of article on your body, relishing the sight of you naked, legs open and your cunt covered with the slick of your arousal. he can smell you, can feel you from the tips of his nerves, and he’s so fucking excited to finally have you all for himself.

“i want you.” that was the last thing you’d utter out of the pure emotions pouring out of your heart—not because of what your body screams or how your mind thinks but because this is what you want, feeling this close, so intimate with the person who you want to hear approval from, to hear his declaration of love. and you did, yes, you did hear him say those words before you were long consumed by the carnal desire that had been eating away at your thoughts.

tighnari knew that the aphrodisiacs would wear off soon but hearing you say that a tone different compared to the lust-induced and heavy whispers you’ve said confirms more of what he had known from the moment you stepped inside his house.

“i want you so badly too,” he declares before he shifts closer to give you a kiss. “you’ve always been on my mind.” the electricity when his lips met yours shocked you through the core, eyes tearing up but it barely makes sense when the kiss quickly turned heated, devouring your body whole with pleasure.

tighnari had removed his shirt and completely pulled off his pants in a haste, similarly reeling in the drunk daze you were feeling before he goes back in kissing you. his tongue had invaded your mouth, the fervor of how he moved against you while his hands are busy caressing your body, memorizing every curve, the pads of his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes—it was truly addicting.

“i need you ready to take me so stay still, won’t you?” tighnari whispers as two of his fingers travel down to your sopping pussy. you were beyond wet, hole gaping, waiting for him to just shove his whole cock inside. but he doesn’t want you hurt so he’s just going to spend his precious time preparing you.

it was torture but at the same time phenomenal when you finally feel his fingers sliding up and down your cunt, the tip of his thumb rubbing against your clit. you moan so heavenly against his ears, groaning when he feels your walls immediately clamping down on him as soon as he pushes his digits inside you.

“look at you,” he coos, listening to how you begged for more when he used his thumb to simultaneously rub on your throbbing clit. “getting close again?”

and you are, especially when tighnari leaves kisses on your neck, fastening his pace on your sopping pussy, thumb busy stroking on your sensitive nub. the tightness on your loins felt too much that you wrapped your arm around his body, helping you steady yourself as you finally came around his fingers.

he can feel you gushing so much slick, your body trembling below him. “are you ready to take me now, f/n?”

you mindlessly hummed in approval, a whimper following after as he removes his fingers inside you. tighnari grins, hooking his arms on your legs as he spreads you apart. you can feel the head of tighnari’s cock prod at your entrance, then he slides his whole length up and down your messy cunt, the head rubbing so gingerly on your clit.

“here’s your reward for being good to me, f/n.”

tighnari could almost feel his heart melt when he slowly pushes himself inside you, your walls squeezing him tightly.

the man on top of you can’t stop groaning as he slowly pushes back and forth, reeling in the sensation of finally being inside your tight pussy. and you keep sucking him in, already accustomed to his size at how aroused you were.

he was slow with his movements, each sensual stroke of his hips pushes himself further inside and it hits the right spots. your fingers digged on his skin, making him groan before he reaches out to the column of your neck, the ghost of his lips sliding up and down the sensitive skin before he take a bite down on your flesh.

you writhe with a scream, back arching closer to tighnari’s body as he pulled an orgasm out of you just because of one bite.

“hm? didn’t know you like being marked f/n.” he pulls away a little, lips close to your ears as he whispers “i know other ways to mark you mine, would you want that?”

before you could reply, he moves back and drags your body until he has your hips up and you’re face down the mattress. he stills for a moment, adjusting your hips before you could once more feel the tip of his cock moving up and down your clit. “be good and take all of it, okay?”

“hmm, okay.” as soon as his ears picked up your mindless mumble, tighnari pushes back in and continued with his ruthless pace. he has you seeing stars, feeling him go deeper than he was going earlier, his precise thrusts hitting all the right spots.

you can feel your essence drip down the middle of your thighs while it intensifies the filthy noise produced by your sexes as tighnari rams himself in and out of you. his fingers held your hips higher, pushing himself deeper until the tip of his cock pokes at your cervix.

he was too deep, your velvety walls engulfing him in warmth, he almost released his load but he wants to feel you come undone around him.

“do you want me to cum inside you f/n?” he asks, bending his body down. you were panting, lust clouding up your head that you’d moaned at his words.

“i do.”

“bet you’d look pretty all swollen up because of me.” hearing him say that sparked images running through your head, having his kits, getting knocked up by the man who you looked up to and had adored with your heart.

it wouldn’t be bad, right?

“hm~ yes. would look so pretty for you,” you said and it’s followed by your cries when tighnari pounds harder, his thrust never faltering to make you reach your peak.

“then t-take all of it, f/n.” tighnari follows suit, his dick twitching inside of you before you can feel him shoot his warm load deep inside you. you stilled, the warmth felt so good.

tighnari can hear the gentle hum from your body, alerting him of your post-state bliss. his hands are quick to wrap themselves around your hips, adjusting both your tired bodies so that you both lay on your sides. he was still seethed inside you, his cock far from softening but he hushes you for a while, rubbing circles on your skin.

“you’ve always been such an outstanding student of mine, f/n.” tighnari mumbled, lips placing gentle kisses on your neck, occasionally biting down the flesh leading up to him sucking down the skin. “breaks me a little whenever i see you lingering around those imbeciles who doesn’t know what’s good for you.”

as much as he wants to hear what you have to say about his sudden confession, he didn’t give you any time to reply as he pulled out and shifts his body to settle between your legs. he pumps his still-erect cock, your eyes feasting on how it glistens from both your cum.

“will you be mine? only mine?” he reaches down to give you kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your lips while he rubs the tip on your awaiting hole. “i vow to give you what you deserve. so won’t you be good for me once more?”

helpless against the pleasure that tighnari easily does on you, he receives a nod.

“don’t worry about that paper. i’ll make sure you pass because you’re worth all these things i did f/n.”

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Yuuji is so cute and lovable and Sukuna is so cool and sensual I love this story

Devils roll the dice. Angels roll their eyes (Chapter 1)

Of course, you always knew that the angel and devil on people's shoulders can manifest into a physical form. But you didn't expect it to happen to you. And most of all, you didn't think they'd be so sexy.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: Urban Fantasy AU, fluff, smut Word Count: 7k Playlist: Angel and Devil Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, poly, oral, fingering, creampie, anal. Mentions of a car accident in the past. Religious themes, sacrilege. Yuuji is an angel, and Sukuna is a demon. They will have a romantic and sexual relationship with reader and each other. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Thank you so much to my sweet friend @tinymaru for giving Yuuji and Sukuna their angel and devil look in the header! Love you!

This story is my contribution to the Heaven and Hell collab. Thank you so much to the lovely @semisgroupie for hosting this amazing collab! Also: Happy Birthday to you, Venus!!

They appear at your table without warning.

One moment you're wallowing in self-pity, wiping away some tears while taking a sip from the comfort-milkshake you ordered for yourself here in the slightly shabby diner you always go to after work when you're close to breaking down. And the next moment, you become aware of two tall figures stopping in front of your table.

You look up in confusion and slight alarm. What the fuck is it now? Not enough that you had a stressful day at work with two customers yelling at you on the phone while you had to stay friendly and professional, your shitty coworker ratting you out to your boss about a mistake you made, and that boss telling you that you have to take one more shift because your department is horribly understaffed. And now it looks like you're gonna get robbed or something in this shitty diner. Just great!

You're too done to even be scared as your gaze lands on the two strangers who dare to add even more problems to your already stressful day.

You blink in confusion. They look so much alike that they are probably twins, definitely brothers. Pastel pink hair, almost identical haircut, tall, buff body, very attractive. But as much as they look alike, they also give off very different vibes.

One of them is wearing all white. The other all black. One of them is smiling brightly. The other is glaring at you menacingly and has black tattoos lining his handsome face. One of them has honey-colored eyes that look golden somehow, and the other has maroon-colored eyes that seem to glow red.

It doesn't make sense. One of them appears bathed in a golden light while the other is standing enveloped in shadows. How is this possible? Is it a trick of the light? But the rest of the diner looks just like always.

Maybe you are finally losing your mind.

The smiley one in white lifts a tan hand in a little wave, and his smile grows even brighter. He looks like some college jock or something. Very handsome, dressed in sporty clothes, a soft-looking white hoodie, skinny white jeans, and matching white sneakers with gold-colored shoelaces. It suits him and accentuates his athletic build.

"Heyy, (y/n)! Did you have a rough day at work again, sweetheart? Can we join you, please? We're here to help!"

His voice is warm and pretty.

Pictures appear before your mind's eye: Honey and sunshine, gold wrappers around caramel chocolate, soft candlelight on a romantic date.

You furrow your brow in confusion. Why do you describe a stranger's voice in such a poetic way? Where is this coming from? And why does he act like he knows you?

You look directly into his eyes, realizing that he really has golden eyes. Are those contact lenses? And what does he mean, they are here to help you?

"Um...who are you?"

You hear an annoyed-sounding huff, and your gaze snaps to the guy in the elegant tailored black suit. His glowing red eyes bore into yours, making you feel strangely naked as if he can not only see through your clothes but also through your skin and flesh and see right into your heart and soul. It's a creepy feeling. You shiver slightly, unconsciously hugging yourself.

But you can't look away from him, as scary as he is. You imagine this is what it feels like to be trapped in a Venus flytrap. Knowing you will get devoured but still being attracted to the seductive scent of nectar that lured you in with the temptation of the most delicious meal you ever laid your eyes upon.

His muscular arms are crossed in front of his broad chest while he musters you as if you really are a mere fly. His voice is low and velvety, sounding somehow inappropriately erotic even though his reply isn't sexual in any way.

"What does it look like? We are your angel and your devil."

The same thing that happened when the guy in white talked to you happens again: Pictures appear in your mind. Dark red silk sheets, red neon lights, lovers entangled in a passionate embrace, a fire crackling in a fireplace, a juicy red apple offered on a plush velvet pillow. Temptation incarnate.

You realize that you moved closer to the edge of the bench. Closer to him. Your eyes widen in shock, and you grab the table tightly to stop yourself from moving.

His words slowly begin to register. Your eyes widen, and your mouth falls open in a surprised gasp.

"What? But..how? Why? How come I never saw you before? I...I thought I didn't have an angel and devil..."

The guy in black, your devil, you assume, clicks his tongue, raising his eyebrows while he lifts one elegant hand and inspects his slightly pointy black nails, looking so arrogant and annoyed but also sexy as hell. Literally.

A hysterical-sounding chuckle escapes your lips. But you fall silent when your devil speaks up again in his low, seductive voice:

"There was no use to show ourselves. Trust me, I didn't ask for this. I'm pretty busy ruling my circle of hell. I don't even know why I had to be bothered with something mundane like looking after a human anyways."

His little rant gets interrupted by the one with the golden glow around him. Your angel. He laughs softly, sounding sweet like cotton candy at Disney Land on a beautiful summer day.

His hand lands on the devil's arm, smacking it lightly. Tan, golden skin on black fabric, casting a warm glow over the shadows that seem to gather around your devil.

"Oh, please, don't act so almighty. I bet you are pretty bored down there on your lonely throne. I heard there's not much going on in the seventh hell circle apart from that river of blood."

He turns to you with a cute smile on his pretty face:

"I'm glad to finally meet you again, (y/n)! I've been watching over you for several years now. Can you recall your 18'th birthday when you got into that car accident? Maybe you remember me."

A memory comes to you. Lying in the wrecked car, waiting for help to come or for death. And suddenly, a soft glow. A feeling of peacefulness and safety washing over you. A warm hand holding yours, soothing words whispered to you, comforting golden light in the middle of the night.

A reassuring smile, pink hair, and a golden halo on top, something feathery soft brushing against your arms. A sensation of being wrapped in love and hopefulness.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Help is on the way. They'll be here any minute now. I'll stay with you until then. You'll be ok, I promise you. I got you. Just look at me. You're doing great. You want to live, right, sweetie? And you will. I love you so much, don't forget me, ok? Maybe we'll meet again."

You thought it had just been your delirious mind, high on adrenalin, confused from the shock.

"Wait.. so that was real? Are you...what? My guardian angel?"

"Yep, that's me! Yuuji, your guardian angel! I mean, it's my second job. We have a bit of a staff shortage since the world population has been increasing so much. So you only get one angel for all your needs and not several ones. I'm also the angel to guide your conscience. That little guy on your shoulder."

He looks at you with his big golden eyes, nodding and smiling, looking as if what he just told you isn't the craziest thing you have ever heard. Staff shortage in heaven, huh?

And describing himself as the little guy on your shoulder when nothing about him is little. He is tall and muscular, the glow surrounding him making him look ethereal, so powerful that it should be terrifying but instead makes you feel safe and protected.

Your mind is still struggling to accept that you met the angel and devil on your shoulder in the flesh. They really exist! Of course, you know that supposedly everyone has them, and some people meet the manifestations of them. You have even seen people accompanied by their angel and devil, but somehow they never looked so...so beautiful! They just looked like regular humans. Maybe only the people they belong to can see their true form?

Your angel, Yuuji, takes a step towards you. You can feel his aura. It's like feeling the sun coming out and warming you after shivering in the cold. It's like that sudden spark of hope you get when you receive good news. It feels like comfort and safety and love, and you almost start crying because it's so beautiful.

Your hands twitch and move forward out of their own accord. Before you can stop yourself, you tentatively touch Yuuji's hand with your fingertips, giving in to the need to touch this comforting aura. You feel warm and soft skin under your fingertips.

The angel laughs, a lovely sound like sunlight and diamonds glittering on wedding rings made of pure gold.

He turns his hand, so his palm is looking upwards, and he can take your hand in his and intertwine your fingers. His touch is gentle and reassuring. You remember it. It helped you in the darkest and loneliest moments of your life when you were lying in that car, so sure, there was no hope left until he appeared and wrapped you in his love.

A choked sob escapes your lips as tears gather in your eyes, and you tighten your hold on Yuuji's hand.

He squeezes your hand gently.

"Aww, I'm sorry, this must be a lot for you right now, sweetheart."

You are barely able to nod while staring at your hand in Yuuji's bigger one. You are holding hands with an angel!

"Y..yes.. this is kinda crazy."

A mocking-sounding laugh makes you turn your head towards your devil who's watching you with a rude look in his pretty eyes, which sparkle like rubies.

"Are you always this slow, princess?"

What is his problem? What did you do to piss him off that much? Your initial fear is forgotten, and you glare back at him.

"Are you always this grumpy?"

His red eyes flicker suddenly. They already looked devilish a moment ago, but now they are blazing with neon red fire. Your hand tightens its hold on Yuuji's. Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision to argue with a Lord of Hell. You are really grateful that your guardian angel is here too!

But to your utter astonishment, all the devil does is laugh softly before sliding into the booth and sitting down on the bench across from you. He places his elbows on the sticky table, resting his chiseled chin on one hand as he smirks smugly at you, eying you so intensely that it makes your skin crawl. He looks at you like a cat looks at a new plaything, a little mouse or bird it can toy with before it eats it.

His low voice is a sexy purr, seductive, making you lean towards him despite the fear you feel.

"I am Sukuna, your devil, and the one you should always listen to. I'll explain this only once, so you better listen closely, my dear:

I assume you are at least familiar with the concept of every human getting assigned a personal angel and demon, right? Our job is to guide your conscience. Some people never meet their angel and devil in the flesh because there's no need for it. They just go on about their boring everyday lives without much ado. Others meet their angel and demon at some point in their lives because a situation calls for it. And that's the case with you."

Somehow he's so close to you now, and one of his large hands reaches out to cup your chin with his thumb and index finger. You are mesmerized by his glittering red eyes, the black lines adorning his pretty face, his seductive voice, and the arrogant, sexy smirk on his pink lips.

The lips which are so close to yours now that you can feel his warm breath caress your skin when he continues to talk:

"There's only so long we can sit something out. But your constant worrying and obsessing over your job situation made it necessary for us to manifest in the mortal world. So now we're here at your disposal, unfortunately."

The last part is breathed against your lips, almost sounding like a moan, making you press your thighs together as your lips part in a soft groan, causing them to touch your devil's sinfully soft lips, sharing an accidental, almost-kiss that sends sparks through your body.

He pulls away with an evil grin on his handsome features, leaning back against the backrest of the bench, looking so conceited that it's infuriating.

You lick your lips and clear your throat feeling a bit dizzy. But Yuuji's strong warm hand squeezes yours gently, and it helps you focus again. Your angel joins you on the bench now, sitting next to you, sliding so close that you can feel his body heat next to you, warm and comforting.

You give him a grateful smile before looking at your devil again.

"Ok, thanks for the explanation. But um, look, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but why exactly are you here, Sukuna? Wouldn't it be better to only have an angel who guides us, humans? So we would make the righteous decisions?"

"That's not how it works, princess. What would hell be like if everyone made the right decisions and behaved themselves? We need souls down there too."

"Oh, that sounds extremely trustworthy, of course. Yep, I'll definitely listen to your advice now."

He sighs at your sarcastic reply, but you see the amusement in his ruby eyes. The devil seems to enjoy this situation a lot more than he claims to do. Maybe it's really boring in his circle of hell.

"Trust me, I'm not planning to drag you into hell with me. You already sound like a real brat. I wouldn't want that around me all the time! And my advice is useful. An angel will tell you to put others first, but a devil like me will help you fight for your own goals."

Next to you, Yuuji laughs softly, but his laugh sounds happy, genuinely amused, and good-natured.

"Sukuna is right. You can benefit from your devil's conviction. That's what this is about, after all. There are always two sides to everything. And we help you find the way that's best for you. Hey, can we order something now? Those milkshakes and burgers look delicious! I always miss human food when I'm not here!"

His pretty face is alight with excitement, golden eyes sparkling happily, sunshine smile making him look so beautiful that you can only stare at him with a warm feeling spreading through your chest and butterflies beginning to set flight in your belly.

"Of course, I'll order all the milkshakes and burgers you want, my sweet angel. You can have anything you want."

You blink in confusion. Why did you say that? Sukuna's laughter carries to your ear, and his amused, sexy drawl:

"And you thought only the demon would be dangerous, hm? Well, darling, your angel boy here is a hazard too."

At the same time, Yuuji exclaims loudly:

"Oh good Lord, I am sorry! Did I use some angel power? I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry, sweetheart! You don't have to buy anything for me! I have my own money!"

Angel power? Making you want to buy things for him and kneel in front of him to worship him and offer all your belongings to get a bit of his heavenly love? Wow.

Your life will definitely be a lot more interesting from now on, with your angel and devil by your side.

But Yuuji and Sukuna manifested here to help you, right? And you really could use some advice when it comes to your problems at work.

Also, they look really cute when they both sip on their milkshakes, vanilla for Yuuji, and maraschino cherry for Sukuna. And very pretty. And so sexy. You can't stop staring at them.

Whoever is in charge of assigning an angel and devil to a human did a fantastic job when deciding you'd get such gorgeous messengers of heaven and hell!

"So, are you gonna be here all the time? My apartment isn't that big, you know?"

It's a strange feeling walking down the street to your apartment flanked by those two tall pink-haired guys, knowing they are your personal angel and devil. The weird thing is not that they are here, but that it feels so natural as if they belong here by your side.

You just worry a bit as you near your home because you don't have enough space to have them both staying over. The couch is the only space besides your bed that can function as a sleeping place, but it only has enough room for one person. Or angel. Or devil. Do angels and devils even sleep?

Sukuna's deep chuckle lets you see more images in your head. A dark red velvet blanket and silk pillows, red candle wax dripping onto naked skin, crystal glasses with red wine standing on a nightstand, two figures entangled on a richly decorated bed, passionate kisses, rhythmic thrusts, and cries of pleasure.

"Oh princess, don't worry about that. I can just sleep on top of you. And angel boy here can sleep on the floor. Just use your wings as cushions, sweetheart."

"Oh heavens! I won't let you molest (y/n)!"

"It's not molesting if she wants me in her bed, and let's face it. All three of us know that she does."

The smirk on his face is so insufferable that your fingers twitch with the need to punch him. But Yuuji's warm touch on your arm makes you take a deep breath and instead just reply:

"Oh, is that so? Maybe I want Yuuji in my bed!"

"Look, there's no need to fight! We don't have to be here all the time. We will always be in your soul, yes. Watching you and your surroundings, but we don't have to be here in the flesh all the time. Only when we want to communicate with you."

Yuuji smiles reassuringly at you, solving the problem with that useful piece of information that your devil decided to withhold from you. But the relief is short-lived because Sukuna's velvety voice drawls:

"Well, then leave, little angel brat. I sure as hell won't."

Smug satisfaction is spreading over his handsome face. Yuuji's eyes turn so golden that they are blinding to look at here on the dark street. He sends your devil an indignant look.

"If you're not leaving, I'm not leaving either!"

An hour later, you have managed to shower and get ready for bed and are now lying on your side with a nervously fluttering heart as you watch your angel getting undressed in front of you.

Since Yuuji and Sukuna decided to bless you with their presence all night, you chose to let your angel join you in bed and banish your devil onto the couch. After all, sharing a bed with an angel sounds pretty safe.

But doubts are creeping into your mind as you watch an already shirtless Yuuji pulling down his white pants.

He is gorgeous. Tan skin with a golden glow, buff muscles everywhere. Broad shoulders, firm biceps, deliciously toned pecs with very lickable pink nipples, defined abs, a v-line that makes you want to get on your knees and worship him all night. Strong muscular thighs and a big bulge in those tight white boxer briefs that lets you know exactly how big your sweet angel is down there.

He looks at you with a pretty smile on his handsome face, truly looking angelic. So breathtakingly beautiful that it almost hurts to look at him.

Maybe it was a stupid idea to say you want him to sleep in your bed.

But he's already lifting the blanket, slipping underneath it to join you with a big smile on his soft pink lips and a pretty sparkle in his golden eyes, and how could you say no? And after all, he is also your guardian angel. You feel safe with him. You know he will protect you, will take care of you.

It's not yourself who you fear for. It's him.

Because it's so hard to stop yourself from touching him, from running your hands over that sun-kissed skin, caressing those big pecs and everything else, hoping that you can make your sweet angel boy moan because he probably makes the most heavenly sounds!

You gulp hard, tensing up because you feel so guilty about having those impure thoughts about a messenger of heaven.

But then Yuuji is there right in front of you with his cute smile and comforting presence. One of his large warm hands cups your cheek gently.

"Hey, please don't be scared, my love. I promise you are safe with me. You can just go to sleep. I will protect you."

"It's not me I am worried about!"

Your eyes widen as you realize what you just blurted out. Why did you do that? And why is your mouth opening again to add more?

"You are so beautiful, and I feel this...this urge to get closer...I am so sorry, Yuuji!"

His thumb caresses your cheek with so much tenderness that it makes your heart overflow with warmth.

"Aww, hey, it's ok, sweetheart. I get it. You want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Well, you can. Don't hold back, sweetie. It's fine! I am in love with love and affection. I love sharing it with you. And I love you. I love you very, very much."

God, he is perfect!

Before you can stop yourself, your hands are running over his buff biceps, marveling at how firm his muscles feel and how soft his skin is.

And then you get a taste of heaven when Yuuji's warm lips find yours in a tender, slow kiss that tastes like cotton candy and sweet strawberries and clouds and sunshine and everything pastel pink and sweet.

This must be how the kiss of true love mentioned in fairytales feels like. Because Yuuji is the embodiment of love and comfort and everything good in this world. You find yourself sighing happily into his mouth when his soft tongue slips between your lips.

He keeps kissing you, slow and deep, so loving and sweet. Your heart clenches at the realization that Yuuji won't pull away unless you do. He won't take the comfort of his heavenly kiss away from you. It's your decision when you are ok with ending the kiss.

He's so good to you, truly your angel.

You pull away with a happy smile, and there's a matching cute grin on Yuuji's pretty face too.

"Do you want to sleep, cutie? It's already late, and I want you to get some good rest."

You nod, unable to say anything because you fear that if you do, you will end up crying. The last months have been rough for you, always stressing about so many things, always too much work, too much overthinking, too much bullshit to deal with.

You had wished for someone to hug you, to listen to you, to just let you fall into their arms and forget about the craziness of the world out there for a little while. And now your wish has come true so unexpectedly in the form of this beautiful and sweet angel who's currently lying half-naked in your bed after blessing you with the best kisses of your life.

Finally, you open your mouth to whisper in a voice thick with emotion:

"Thank you, Yuuji. For everything. For being there for me in the night of the accident. And for today. You're making me feel a lot better."

"Aww, please don't thank me, sweetheart. You're very welcome. I love taking care of you."

His smile is like your personal sun right here in your bed.

Yuuji snuggles closer to you, his strong arms wrapping you in a loving embrace. He rests his head on your chest and makes a cute noise that makes you reach out and run a hand through his soft pink hair that feels like you imagine a fluffy cloud to feel like.

You close your eyes while cuddling your angel boy. He is warm and heavy, but not in a suffocating way but in a way that makes you feel safe and comfortable and bursting from happiness.

You sigh happily, realizing that you haven't been this at ease for months. Usually, you lie awake for hours at night obsessing over the things your coworkers did or the piles of work waiting on your desk. But tonight, you feel happy and relaxed, wrapped in your angel's strong arms. Enveloped in love and affection, cuddling your personal piece of heaven as you drift off to a peaceful slumber filled with nothing but sweet dreams about pastel pink clouds and golden eyes.

You wake up the next morning feeling more rested than you did in a long time, stretching carefully so as not to wake your pretty angel, who's still snoring softly against your chest, feeling so comforting on top of you.

Just as you finish that thought, he stirs, and his eyes open, pure gold blinking sleepily at you through long black lashes. He's so pretty! It's like you have your personal sunrise here in your bed.

"Good morning, my sweet angel."

You can't help but coo at him and pet his soft pink hair as a happy smile spreads over your face. Yuuji blesses you with one of his angelic smiles as he leans into your touch.

"Aww, good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?"

"Better than in months! Thank you."

He laughs softly, a happy, joyful sound, so delighted that he could help you. Slowly he untangles himself from you and braces himself on his strong arms to lean over you, buff body covering yours completely. Soft skin and firm muscles. And to your pleasant surprise, even angels seem to have morning wood, rubbing against your thigh big and hard, heaven's sweetest treat.

Yuuji leans down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I'm glad about that! Is it ok if I take a bath? Us angels are always clean, but bathing is one of the things I really enjoy so much when I'm on earth! Bubble baths are so amazing! I don't understand why we don't have them! So, can I please?"

Your chest feels so warm. He's so sweet, so pure and genuine, so lovely and good down to his very core. How could you say no to his every wish? If your sweet angel wants to take a bubble bath, he should definitely do that.

Even though you would very much want him to stay here in your bed, on top of you, where you can run your hands over his muscular back and feel the big hard bulge in his boxer briefs press against you.

You wonder how it would feel to get fucked by him, by an angel. Your panties feel wet all of a sudden, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back a bit, making your panty-clad pussy rub against him.

There's only the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers separating you, and you can feel his hot erection throbbing through it. And he can probably feel your wet heat too.

"Yuuji..."

The guilt you felt last night is gone. He told you it's ok to touch him. You're just not sure how much touching is allowed. Do angels indulge in carnal desire?

Yuuji's breathing heavily when you look up at him, his eyes shining even more golden, making them look like two little suns.

"Yes, sweetie?"

He rolls his hips slowly against you, letting you feel more of him, and elicits a soft gasp from you when his large cock glides so heavenly over your swollen clit. His glowing golden eyes never leave yours as he repeats the motion, watching you closely for your reaction.

"Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to give you anything."

"I...I want...Um, can we? Is it ok if we... Oh gosh. Do angels have sex?"

Your angel boy's laugh is beautiful and sweet like the chiming of a hundred little bells. And the way he's rutting against you should already be answer enough, but his low soothing voice spells it out for you, sounding warm like honey, a sensual, comforting caress:

"Yes, we do. We make love. Do you want that? Do you want me to make love to you?"

You can't help but moan at his words, and your fingers tighten on his muscular back, fingernails digging gently into his warm skin as your hips buck up against him.

"Yes, please. Make love to me, my angel."

You spend the next half an hour learning just how heavenly sex with your angel is. He's taking you to several highs, making you feel like you are on cloud nine when his large hands cup your tits and his soft lips spoil your nipples with tender kisses, making you moan and cream so much that you almost cum from just this.

But Yuuji still has a lot more to bless you with, and his sweet kisses wander down your body. His hands and mouth make love to every inch of your skin they find on their way.

You welcome him eagerly between your spread thighs, so wet for him like you've never been for anyone else before. And beautiful Yuuji pulls down your panties and smiles up at you with his sweet sunshine smile, so loving and tender in everything he does.

"So pretty my love. Everything about you is so pretty. I want to taste your sweetness on my tongue."

He eats you out with his sweet soft angel mouth, kissing and licking and sucking your clit until you are lost to sweet heavenly bliss and yank on his soft pink hair as your thighs shake uncontrollably. Your back arches, and you cry out his name as you cum and cum and cum.

A series of gasps and moans tumbles out of your mouth, followed by an "Oh sweet heaven!" when you see his beautiful thick cock for the first time, so hard for you, so big and strong and pretty.

A loud, needy cry of his name when he pushes inside you, and you wrap your legs around his waist as Yuuji folds you in half, making sweet love to you with deep gentle thrusts that make you feel like floating through heaven.

"Is that good, sweetie? Does it feel good? I love you so much, sweetheart ah! Ah! I love how tight you are and how warm, so wet, oh sweetie! This is heaven on earth!"

His moans and whines sound so cute, so pretty, making your head spin. You look up at your beautiful sexy angel through half-lidded eyes, which are blurry with tears because his cock hits the right spot over and over again.

His strong body presses you down in the perfect way that makes you feel taken care of and fucked so good that you can't stop crying and moaning and begging for more.

And your sweet angel boy gives you more. He gives you anything you need without any hesitation. Strong snaps of his hips, deep, slow thrusts, perfect cock, and perfect body fucking you to paradise.

Your orgasm on your angel's cock is the sweetest bliss you have ever felt. You're cumming so hard, body spasming with wave after wave of pure heavenly ecstasy, as your pussy clenches around Yuuji's thick cock, and you cry out loudly, unable to hold back.

You're still a mewling crying mess when you feel your angel pump you full with his thick hot ropes of seed.

He stays inside you, heavy body pressing you down exactly how you need it, making you feel so protected and full and loved, as Yuuji kisses you tenderly, moaning softly into your mouth.

You caress his muscular back and his biceps, marveling at how good he feels. You could spend forever like this, wrapped in your angel's arms, his wonderful cock inside you, his strong, buff body on top of you. Basking in the exhilarating, joyous feeling of afterglow after he blessed you with the sweetest fuck of your life.

Or lovemaking, as he calls it. And that's truly what it is. You have never felt so loved before. So filled with love, surrounded by it, wrapped in it.

He pulls out slowly when your alarm goes off, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and smiling this sweet smile at you.

"I guess it's time for you to get ready for work, sweetheart. You know what? I'll run a bath for you and me."

And he disappears into the bathroom, giving you a lovely view of his gorgeous naked body, the divine sight of his back muscles and toned thighs, and that firm round ass.

You moan and let your head fall back on the pillow. Meeting your angel in the flesh is definitely the best thing that ever happened to you.

When you get up a few minutes later, you find out that Yuuji's cum is just as pretty as the rest of him. Milky white trails run down your thighs, thick and glittering so prettily, like vanilla milkshake laced with gold dust.

You follow your sexy angel into the bathroom with wobbly legs and a racing heart.

You're glad you always set your alarm early because this way, you have enough time to enjoy your bath with Yuuji. He's sitting behind you in the tub, laughing happily because he loves the bubble bath so much. Blowing white foam off his large tan hands and chuckling in delight.

But his hands also do other things. They wash you with gentle caresses, making you so horny once again that you spread your legs needily for your angel. And he smiles and kisses you and rubs slow, tender circles around your swollen clit until you cum again, slumping bonelessly against his muscular body afterwards.

When you walk into the living room a while later, dressed and ready to make some breakfast, you catch yourself smiling. Something which usually doesn't happen when you're about to go to work. Your guardian angel is already doing a fantastic job! The prospect of going to work doesn't seem that bad after this blissful morning.

You are so deep in thought that you don't see the devil sitting on your couch until his velvety low voice purrs mockingly:

"Good morning to you too, princess. Yes, I slept great on your ratty couch. Thank you for asking. Your hospitality really knows no bounds."

You gasp and stop in your tracks, head whipping around to look at the impressive sight in front of you.

Sukuna is sitting on the couch, long legs spread slightly, mustering you with his glowing red eyes, which are glittering like red diamonds in the dimly lit room. The smug smirk on his handsome face makes him look arrogant. But also incredibly sexy. He looks like a king sitting on his throne.

And you feel so small all of a sudden, like a mere peasant who has to crawl in the dirt before the king's throne, begging him for forgiveness for not treating him like the powerful and perfect being that he is.

Without realizing it, you walk towards Sukuna. The grin on his beautiful face grows bigger. One long finger brushes over his lips. You watch, mesmerized as his forked tongue darts out to lick over the pointy tip of his black fingernail. His tongue is tattoed too, you realize, and it makes you groan helplessly.

Somehow the living room is much darker than it should be at this time of day. Wrapped in shadows and a red glow, making it appear like the insides of a nightclub. The air is thick, seductive, luring you to get even closer to the enticing demon dressed in his elegant black suit with the black dress shirt and dark red tie.

You reach your devil and open your mouth to say something, but Sukuna's large hands land on your hips before you can do anything else. He pushes you down with ease, strong hands making you kneel between his long, toned legs.

Your chest is heaving heavily in a mix of fear and desire as you look up at your beautiful devil. An elegant hand lands on your head, strong fingers petting your hair like one would pet a dog.

The smirk on the demon lord's beautiful face grows even more devilish.

"Yeah, that's much better. See, this is where you belong. At my feet, crawling before my throne."

Suddenly a light tinkle is heard, the sweet chiming of bells, and Yuuji appears in a puff of pastel pink clouds and glittering gold dust, manifesting directly behind Sukuna. He puts a tan hand on the demon's shoulder.

"Not so fast, my sweet devil. I think you forgot that you and I are supposed to serve her and not the other way around."

Your devil groans and his hold on your hair loosens.

"You're so annoying, angel brat! Always spoiling all the fun I have. I'm finally here in the human world with all its vice and sin, but instead of having the time of my life, I get kept in check by some pathetic virgin?"

The spell Sukuna had over you breaks, and you can finally breathe again, taking a deep lungful of air. The room seems lighter, too, now. You get up, and the first thing you say is:

"He isn't a virgin, trust me."

At the same time as Yuuji says:

"Why do you think I'm a virgin? Just because I'm an angel? You know we have fun in heaven too! We live for love! And that includes physical love. We cherish it. We admire and love each other's bodies. So maybe you are the real virgin here because I don't think there's much love down in your hellhole!"

"Let me tell you that I have a whole castle full of succubi and incubi at my beck and call."

"Oh wow, great, a demon joy house. It must be so amazing to know they only share their bodies with you because you order them to or because they want to get something out of it. Don't you want to feel loved? It's so much nicer when someone comes to you willingly and wants to show you how much they love you! When someone wants to please you and make you happy without a selfish reason!"

You see a bellicose twinkle in both their eyes. It makes you gulp hard as it is a reminder that they are both extremely powerful beings who once fought in a war on different sides. A war which Yuuji's side won, and that resulted in Sukuna and his companions getting cast from heaven. So it's no wonder that they are so quickly at each other's throats. The angel and the fallen angel.

"Boys, could you stop, please! I think we all get it. No one in this room is a virgin anymore, and that's perfectly fine. It would be fine too, though, if one of us was still a virgin. Ok? Please calm down, both of you."

Yuuji's gaze meets yours, and his golden eyes soften visibly.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll be nice."

His sunshine smile is back on his handsome face as his hand wanders from Sukuna's shoulder up to his jaw, cupping your devil's chin and tilting his head back, so the demon looks up at the angel standing behind the couch.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch the scene before you. They look so beautiful together. Your angel and your devil. Light and dark, love and desire, heaven and hell.

The air becomes charged with tension. Sukuna and Yuuji are caught in their very own little dance. A game of power. You realize at that moment that dominance and submission aren't a defined line between them. Because as much as you feel that Sukuna is the dominant one, the one who takes, and Yuuji is the one who gives, you can't quite say who is in the lead here.

Your sweet angel seems to be able to deal with the shady devil pretty well. Which is a good thing, considering that they are here to help you make the best decisions.

You watch in fascination as the smirk on Sukuna's face turns into an amused smile as he stays in the same position, head tilted back, the angel's hand cupping his chin. And Yuuji leans down until his lips brush against the demon's ear.

"Doesn't it feel nice when someone touches you tenderly?"

His thumb brushes over Sukuna's lower lip, caressing it gently. And the angel breaths a soft kiss on the demon's ear.

"Don't you want to know what it's like when someone makes love to you instead of just letting you take them?"

By now, his hand has tilted Sukuna's face to the side, and Yuuji is leaning over him, closer and closer until his lips touch Sukuna's forehead in a slow, tender kiss.

Your devil laughs at that, and one of his hands darts up in lightspeed to wrap around the back of Yuuji's neck. His pointy black nails dig into the soft tan skin, holding the angel boy in place.

Sukuna's forked and tattooed tongue licks a wet trail over Yuuji's throat, flicking against his adam's apple teasingly and then further up over his chin and the corner of his lips. He stops when he reaches the angel's earlobe, which he takes lightly between his canines.

Like a cat that has your hand in its mouth, not yet biting but warning you to stop what you've been doing before it will be forced to hurt you.

He growls against Yuuji's skin:

"No thanks, angel brat. Making love sounds boring to me. I'd rather fuck you and our little human senseless."

His words make desire throb in your deepest core, and you think you hear a soft moan coming from Yuuji. But then the devil chuckles and lets go of the angel before adding:

"You better hurry up, brats. The little human has to be at work in half an hour, and as much as we hate that workplace, we always have to ensure to be there punctually, so the people in charge have nothing to use against us. The devil is an excellent businessman, my darling. So you better learn to listen to me."

Your devil sounds arrogant and commanding, but you think his voice has a softer tone now, and somehow you feel that your angel knows all too well how to handle his counterpart.

It makes you smile to yourself as you make your way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before leaving for work. And today, you know that you have your personal angel and devil at your proposal anytime you need them. So maybe it will finally be a good day at work.

Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my contribution to the Heaven and Hell collab! I had so much fun writing for the angel and devil theme! Yuuji is such a perfect (guardian) angel to me! I got so emotional and had so many butterflies while writing about him awww. And Sukuna is a very sexy devil who might be a bit softer for reader and Yuuji than he lets on at first :) He's from the seventh circle of hell, the circle of violence. I picked that because it suited Sukuna, in my opinion, and that circle has a blood river, which reminds me of Sukuna's domain.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please let me know your thoughts! Comments and reblogs make me very happy!

CHAPTER 2