I Love This Sadistic Man So Much, Why Do I Always Like The Ones Whose Fics Are Always Far And In Between.

I love this sadistic man so much, why do I always like the ones whose fics are always far and in between. I’m so happy to have seen this one.

YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!

TOUCH

⚠️ This is a work of fiction with content I do not condone in reality. This is not meant to encourage or represent any type or sort of conduct. This is merely just fantasy ⚠️

MDNI•18+

Trigger warnings!

This work contains: Yandere content/intentions•NSFW•Kidnapping•Holding against will (darling)•Cursing•Mentions of abuse/torture•Stockholm Syndrome•General depravity•Obsessive tendencies•Sexual acts (consensual but darling is psychologically not sound of mind to be consenting, so somewhat dubcon)•Oral•fem darling•Somnophilia

You have been properly warned and notified of what this work contains. If anything above offends or triggers you, please do not continue reading. Don’t make me waste my time writing all this out only for someone to read and get offended when all the warning literally tell them what is in this. You reading this confirms you are 18+ years of age, meaning a consenting adult agreeing to proceed and consume this content, do not come after me or report me because you aren’t capable of managing yourself.

I appreciate support and love from anyone viewing and enjoying my content. Thank you♥️ I freakin’ love this 1999 anime artwork of Feitan!

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Time suddenly seemed to become irrelevant.

The days passed in a mundane blur, and at some point, everything seemed worthless.

He mentioned in passing that it was November now, though you’d stopped asking the date a few months after your imprisonment. You stopped talking nearly all together these last few months. You couldn’t be entirely sure the last you’d spoken more than a word or two in response to his questions. His own speech minimal, though occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of his chattier side. Even that still couldn’t be considered talkative, more of a normal amount of speech when in a conversation. You haven’t seen that in a while either, maybe it disappeared when you’d stopped your own blubbering and whining. You didn’t ask questions at all anymore. It was pointless and had little meaning.

He sat in his usual spot.

Perched in the corner of the room, eyes sharply trained on your form as always.

His eyes used to unnerve you, riddle you with anxiety and fear of what he was planning. What he might do. What he will do.

It mattered hardly at all at this point.

You’d senselessly begged once, for it all to stop and for him to just kill you already. That’s what he must’ve had planned in the end, for what else did he want with you? An object to admire?

It seemed mad in it’s own way, that thought. Your questions of something or anything personal went unanswered and occasionally punished with weeks of isolation. It was better not to pry.

Asking for mercy and a faster death only brought a wrath you didn’t know lay inside him down upon you.

It was the first time he became physical with you, touched you more than was the bare minimum of necessity. He was surprisingly warm. Except his touch at that time was anything but the usual gentleness you now realized he used with you. His unforgiving grip on your face as he dragged you to your knees, the absolute agony of having your jaw fractured. The pain was unbearable, and even now left phantom pains radiating down your body. He’d dragged you out the front door, for the first time in what seemed to be forever.

Outside was duller than your mind remembered.

You’d been thrown into a vehicle and taken somewhere new.

You’d never wished to take back words more than you did that day. He’d dragged you to some sort of… torture facility. Chained you in a corner and left you there for hours on end. Nervous and frightened, you waited and waited. When he did return, it wasn’t alone. Someone you’d never met was dragged in, strapped down to a table.

Feitan had never really demonstrated anything so frightening before. He’d been somewhat volatile and brash, but the sadistic side never revealed itself like it did that day.

A day turned into several, and for nearly a week you were made to watch his sessions as he called them. Where he’d laugh like a maniac as he turned living humans into creatures you pitied more than yourself. He’d wipe their blood on you, smile as you trembled and begged for it to stop.

When he finally heeded your pleas, he asked a question that left you numb.

“Still want to die?”

You didn’t want to die anymore, at least not by his hand. He knew no mercy. He had no grievance tearing someone apart and from the inside out. The events that followed spanned longer than you bothered to keep track of anymore. He brought you back to your “home” where you were kept locked away. You had a bed, blankets and pillows, clothes and food, clean water and hygiene products. You’d never appreciated a bed like you did that first night back before. The softness and warmth you felt made tears roll down your cheeks and you had thanked him for returning you. It was the first genuine gratitude you’d ever shown to him.

You glanced up from the TV running a show you barely processed to catch his gaze. Those grey orbs holding emotion you couldn’t name or had never seen. He was always so still, and his porcelain features gave him the feel of a doll. For a moment, you merely held his gaze, feeling oddly calm and panicked all at once. Why you felt panicked didn’t make sense, nor why you’d feel calm in the presence of what seemed to be the Grim Reaper himself. The only movement he made to acknowledge your attention was a slight quirk to his brow. His usually ignored but always open book in his hand closing. His face mostly covered left you little to go off to how he felt. You’d gotten somewhat good at interpreting even the tiniest hint of emotion from him, but currently with your own frazzled feelings, figuring out his wasn’t working.

Your legs were pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you settled into a protected fleshy ball. The blanket on your shoulders helping ground you slightly.

Only a little.

“What?” His voice was raspy, his own lack of use evident.

It didn’t sound annoyed, though you could just be misinterpreting this entire interaction.

It felt odd to speak, your mouth slightly cottony and dry, but the urge in your chest felt strangely compelled to say his name.

“Fei” You’d judged his voice, but your own was just as bad.

His eyes widened slightly, though aside from somewhat visible surprise, you were in the dark on how he’d feel about a nickname. You’d given your captor a nickname long ago, though never voiced it aloud. Feitan… Fei felt less threatening.

Feitan is darkness and fear. Feitan tore your life away from you, terrorized you, imprisoned and controlled nearly every little aspect of your life down to your very diet. Feitan is the infamous torturer of the Phantom Troupe.

Fei… well, in your own mind, Fei had become a fictional sort of character. Fei was gentle, Fei listened when you spoke or rambled, and in your dreams Fei would touch you. You hadn’t felt much of any contact in so long, and the last time had left a physically and psychologically painful memory behind. In your dreams, Fei would hold you, touch and caress, Fei was quiet but powerful. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but nothing happening to you or around you was healthy. The mental sickness and insanity most certainly was tickling around your mind.

You’d tested boundaries early with Feitan.

Screaming, kicking, fighting, escape attempts, refusal to eat or comply… were all met with isolation and revoking of privileges. Asking for death was met with nightmares and aching pain that still bothered you when it was too cold.

You’d tried manipulation and coercion, neither you excelled in though. Feitan may be quiet, and occasionally his grammar is less than exemplary, but he is no fool. All attempts ended in… nothing. He did absolutely nothing. He was like a stone wall, impenetrable. Even now, you knew nothing of his intentions. Your only guess at this point, as out of place and ridiculous as it may sound, is companionship. He likely saw you as a pet of sorts, like one might “rescue” a cat off the street. The treatment you receive is rather similar too. In his eyes, maybe you were just like a cat to him. A weak kitty he plucked off the cold streets and gave a warm home. It used to be a thought which invoked fury, but now…

You wished he’d commit to all acts of a pet owner. This included giving affection. You craved it. Missed it. Needed it. Something. A weird and warbled voice in your mind said you’d even accept the negative attention if it meant he’d put his hands on you again. It’s a suicidal thought, but even as his gaze narrowed, you couldn’t stop your body.

He’s silent as always, as you uncurl from your position you’d taken as your usual way to cope. Holding yourself helped, but it’s be better if someone else did it. He didn’t make any indication your nickname offended him.

Shaking, you stood on weak legs and began a pursuit of something you’d never thought you’d even entertain. He was across the room, and while he was by no means a big man, his presence could be suffocating when up close. Gracelessly and with little tact in your actions, you approached until you could smell him. He always smelled like mint and something metallic. For once, the thought of the underlying scent being blood didn’t bother you. He smelled nice, and while his entire body language was closed off and reserved, he still hadn’t even twitched.

He just kept observing you.

Even as you sank down to your knees in front of where he sat.

Those sharp eyes followed you the entire way. When the realization of what you wanted to do came, you weren’t bombarded with the expected humiliation or shame. There wasn’t guilt or disgust like you used to feel when these feelings would arise.

Maybe it signaled you were too far gone to save anymore.

“Fei” his name left your lips again, and for the first time, his rapt attention felt good. It felt good to have him so focused on you. You watched as his head tilted slightly, his face hidden but you could somewhat fantasize about a soft smile playing on his lips behind the fabric of his collar. His favorite jacket always a staple in his clothing collection.

“What?” The way he asked proved he wasn’t revolted at your proximity. He didn’t seem to be asking what you were doing, but rather why you called his name.

“Touch me?” Though you’d phrased it like a question, it bordered precariously on being a demand. You probably looked ridiculous, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him like a sick puppy looking for even the smallest amount of attention. You should be avoiding him, trying to get away, doing anything but this. The only thing you felt though was fear of rejection. That he’d cackle like he does on the phone occasionally, with someone named Shalnark or Phinks, or like he did when he removed the hands of an artist and found humor in the irony. He didn’t answer immediately like he normally would with a direct question. This couldn’t possibly be considered a personal question that he enjoys avoiding, it has only to do with you.

“Please…” you sounded pathetic, even to yourself. The way your bottom lip pouted out and wobbled, the way your eyes watered a little as if you’d cry at any moment, the way you trembled. You didn’t want to grab onto his pant leg, still mindful that a kick from him could easily be your undoing. You’d have to wait till given permission. A pet is what he wants, right?

You could finally be hitting that special point of breaking.

This could be another delusion you’d conjured up and you’re moments away from a lot of pain or isolation again. It’s impossible to tell. No power rested in your hands, and that small realization had tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the man who’d reduced you to this mess.

Begging him for measly scraps of what should be your right. Humans needed the physical contact for their health, and while he was clearly the devil, you needed it. Needed him. Needed anything.

“Fei please… I’ll be good, whatever you want, please… I need- hck!” Your sobs were cut short as your body moved faster than your mind could process. You’d nearly bitten into your tongue as you choked for breath, unable to fully comprehend exactly what happened.

The leggings and sweater you wore weren’t warm at all to you. Even blankets seemed to have a chill that seeped through them. Right now though, warmth was creeping through your clothes as mint and copper flooded your senses. He’d pulled you into his lap. The realization was shocking, but the next thought was thrown away when thin strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Oh” words died on your lips as a sensation you couldn’t name overcame you. You’d never realized how stiff you were until your body began to relax. Fully relax. “Oh…” it came out breathy and nearly excited, as you foolishly wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.

This was insanity.

He was all muscle unsurprisingly, but it didn’t deter you from trying to mold yourself to him. Your much softer figure held in his arms so gently it made a new wave of tears threaten to spill for all new reasons. You straddled him, front flush against his own, as you struggled to accept that you were being held right now.

“This?” His voice so close to your ear had a strange tingling sensation move from your neck down your spine. The shiver didn’t go unnoticed, as his hold tightened and pressed you further against him. It wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to be held, but it was many times better than nothing. You nodded against him, mumbling out a soft good as you basked in a moment of joy you hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. It felt good to be held.

It felt even better when his hand moved and brushed through your hair. His touch light and careful, and you could imagine how he was noting every little detail of your reactions. The shivers and little sighs you released as he continued to just pet, touch, and hold you.

For once, you dreaded him stopping.

Even as your eyes grew heavy and body went limp in his arms, you dreaded when this would end. If you could just figure a way to keep him like this, you could envision your life being bearable.

“Fei” you didn’t make any effort to move.

“Hmm” his chest vibrated a little with his hum.

“Can I sleep with you?” It didn’t take a genius to realize your question caused him to tense. His muscles tightening up and panic seeping into your system as you worry this took it too far. You both slept separately unless absolutely necessary, something you used to be grateful for and now hated. It was always freezing when you slept, no matter how warm it actually was.

You might’ve ruined his grace, overstepped if anything, but you needed to stay close to him physically. It wasn’t a want anymore but a necessity.

“Yes” his word both shocked and elated you, and with a few more gentle pats in his arms, you were asleep.

Your cunt throbbed and ached, your lower belly pulled tight inside like a string about to snap. You tried closing your legs, whining as the hot wet sensation continued despite the light struggle you began to put up. It felt good, whatever dream you were having, even as the scent of mint and soap surrounded you.

Small whimpers and gasps became heavy panting as you felt raw heavy pleasure blossom in your core. Something prodded your entrance, wiggling bit by bit till you were penetrated and stretched on something long and hard. It moved and rubbed inside you. The warm pressure on your clit only pulling you further.

It was heaven, even as a slight burn inside had you back to whining and arching your back as your cunt stretched to allow something else inside. Fingers?

The thought was gone as the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body.

It wouldn’t be the first wet dream you’d had, but it was the most realistic. The hot breath on your sensitive clit and twitching insides felt real, and the pleasure was so crisp. Your hands curled into the sheets, struggling between sleep and the impending orgasm threatening to take you.

Your eyes popped open as you came, body twisting as a sharp moan punctuated the air.

You were awake and finally realizing this wasn’t a delusion or dream. Someone was lapping at your cunt, your thighs held open and pinned by two pale hands. The sensitivity and slight bewilderment of the situation had you struggling to form a coherent thought.

“Fei-Feitan…?” If there was one thing you knew with perfect certainty, it was that he’d never leave you alone long enough for someone to find you and do this. It couldn’t be anyone else. Though the fact he was doing this was even more incomprehensible. He seemed so disgusted by touch, so detached from human emotions, it really never occurred to you that he’d have normal human urges. He was still lapping at your cunt, even as your eyes locked with his own, even darker in the barely lit room you realized was his own. You were in his bed, with his head buried between your legs, and his eyes locked on you.

“Fei!” A weaker orgasm than the first was torn from you as you came again, sensitivity skyrocketing when he still continued to lick and suck on your clit. The room was spinning slightly, and your naked body began to cool a little as you sweat. He’d stripped you. He must’ve, but things weren’t really connecting in your mind as white hot pleasure was turning mildly painful.

“Too much!” You gasped and you had to force your hands to stay tangled in the sheet to not touch him. Your eyes watered and you made a pitiful sight with your darkening cheeks and open panting mouth. As your back arched to avoid his mouth, a sharp slap to your outer thigh had you yelping in pain.

His eyes narrowed, and it wasn’t hard to see he became annoyed with your squirming.

“Shut up.” His tone was low, no room for arguing or protest as you bit your lip to do as you were told. Trembling under him as he raised up to stare down at you between your spread legs. He looked gorgeous, something you hated to admit. His dark hair mildly tussled and pale skin a little flushed, his signature jacket gone. This wasn’t the first you’d seen his naked chest, but it was certainly a rare occasion. His pants were still on but unbuttoned. His lips were the most sinful aspect, still glossy from your release. It was agonizing to be silent.

You should cry and beg for him to stop.

Instead you found your legs spreading just a bit wider as you looked up at him like he was your personal deity.

Debauched.

His slow and condescending smirk only made your breathing harder, chest tightening with anticipation and lust. He snorted, hand moving to spread your cunt open as he spit on it. You were panting now, barely following his order to stay quiet. It was difficult when you wanted to beg, for more, for him, to be touched.

“This what you wanted? Whore.” His crude words didn’t make this any less arousing, especially as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He was larger than you’d have ever expected, though it hardly mattered as he lined himself up and began pushing into your unused hole. Despite the wetness and prep, it was slightly painful as he filled you. The heaviness inside coupled with the burn was delicious as your hips moved to take more of him, deeper. You couldn’t help the moan, the way your body shook and hands finally moved to touch him.

He was fast in securing both your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, his hips finally kissing the back of your thighs. You felt him twitch inside you, and it drove you wild.

“Please Fei, oh-!” His hand came down on your thigh again, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you. Your head goes back as you arch into him and moan louder, as he begins a brutal pace that has your chest moving in rhythm with his thrusts. His tip kissing your cervix has you unwinding into a submissive mess of whining and pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.

You either annoyed or aroused him further when he sneered and used his free hand to grip your jaw, thankfully not roughly as it ached nonetheless, forcing you to open wide before spitting into your mouth. He laughed when you clenched down harder, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again as the pleasure increased.

“Pretty slut likes being my bitch.” He hardly seemed out of breath despite how hard you were panting. You felt a bit unfair at how unfazed he seemed, but similarly proud at how he gazed down at you. Like you made him pleased. His gaze wasn’t sharp, even bordering on warm despite how roughly he was fucking into you. All you could do was moan his name and beg.

Like a good little pet.

You could feel your orgasm coming again, and you’d meant to tell him, but his lips against yours shocked you silly. You didn’t even bother closing your mouth, Feitan easily slipping his tongue inside and kissing you so sensually it had you coming on his cock. You could only whine into his mouth as his speed picked up and you became overwhelmed.

He pulled away as a string of saliva connected you two for a moment before breaking. He licked his lips before focusing on where the two of you were joined. Watching his cock disappear in your sopping wet little cunt. It was filthy and erotic.

“Pathetic” his words were cruel but he looked beyond pleased as he looked at your fucked out expression. Unable to even form words as he continued to bully your poor pussy. It was laughable to him, how sweet you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve finally become. All that fight and control gone, and in its place you lay now.

He’d never tell you out loud how perfect you are. How absolutely precious he finds your attempts to run away from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

His training has been worth while, making you everything he wants and more. Though he’d hated the power you held over him, having you now, moaning as he drills your cunt and begging for more, takes away the shame. You were his weren’t you? Then anything he wanted to do was fine, it wasn’t shameful to fuck his toy. Especially when she whined and arched her back up to take him in even deeper, when she cried and came again around him.

Feitan saw you as much more than a measly pet. Those were replaceable. No, you were just his, whatever he wants you to be, but still his. That’s why when he wraps his hand around your pretty neck and squeezes, he’s beyond thrilled at how you relax. You throw caution to the wind and give him everything. He’s not cutting off oxygen, but enough blood flow and air to keep you light headed and disoriented.

“Who do you belong to?” He knows you can hardly tell up from down right now. He knows how good he’s fucking you. Reducing you to this beautiful mess of feeling only. He’s still him though, and it brings him only pleasure to add in another few painful smacks to your bruising thighs. “Answer slut” he asks again, being thrown for a power trip as you choke out, “You!” to him.

His balls tightening signal he’s close, and the thought alone is enough to amuse him.

“Going to cum inside.” His words don’t register immediately to you, he can tell, but it seems all reality isn’t gone from you when your eyes widen.

“I-I- pregnant! I’ll get-“ he cuts you off with a chuckle, hand squeezing your throat enough to shut you up as he savors the sounds of wet squelching echoing in tune with his thrusts.

“My personal cock sleeve doesn’t get to talk.” The struggle you put up is worthless, but entertaining as he really does cum inside you, a soft grunt his only indication of release and overwhelming pleasure. Emptying himself inside and filling you with him. Marking you, painting you inside, signally you belong to him in every way now.

You lay exhausted and sore in his bed, cold as the various liquids dry on your skin and Feitan leaves.

Where he goes it doesn’t matter. You let yourself lay for a little longer before deciding it’s best not to anger him by staying in his space. You move to sit up, wincing as your intimate areas ache, but pushing forward nonetheless to get cleaned up and change his sheets and any mess left behind.

You hate the hollow ache in your chest the most. You look at your thighs to see his cum leaking out of you, and a sliver of dread echoes in your mind that you truly could become pregnant. The possibilities too much for you to handle right now, as you shakily slide off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. He could be back any moment, and it’s best you get to work early. You work on removing the sheets, just as the bedroom door opens to reveal a fresh Feitan, his signature jacket in place as he holds a glass of water.

“What are you doing?” His question is asked in a slightly lower tone that usual, and you quickly freeze in place.

“I-I’m cleaning up…?” You don’t mean to sound hesitant, but this situation is new and will require months of careful inquisition to avoid punishment under his hand. You knew better than to continue any task without his go ahead though.

You stand in silence as he observes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Come here” his order is curt, and while it terrifies you, you are quick to stumble over to him despite still being naked and filthy. You hate how badly you must look, barely able to walk while he is up and about his usual day as if nothing even happened. To him maybe nothing did happen, this being just the same as making a sandwich, and you wished the thought didn’t hurt. Maybe this would just be a new pain to live with, and the sooner you accepted that, the better your pathetic existence would be.

You stand just before him, fingers twisting around each other as you stay with your head bowed to stare at his feet while you concentrated on staying upright despite how difficult it felt for your hips and legs to support you.

“Not hard enough?” His words confused you, as you peaked up beneath your lashes to look at him curiously.

“I-I don’t understand…”

“Didn’t fuck you hard enough?” You froze in shock and slight fear, because what did that mean? He fucked you too hard in your personal opinion, and your poor slit agreed.

“Y-you did though…?” You were unsure of what was happening, his gaze not giving anything away.

“Get back on the bed. I didn’t say I was done with you.” Your eyes widened, taking a moment too long to register what he said before his foot took a step closer to you and you scrambled back onto the sheet-less bed in a panic. He paused, observing you again, before tilting his head.

“Next time I’m done with you, don’t move” he’s undoing his pants again, and moving towards you.

“I’ll fuck you good this time.” His words menacing and mean, and you’re left with little wiggle room as he closes in.

It’s his job after all to clean you up and piece you back together, and if you can fix yourself when he’s done, he clearly didn’t a good job the first round.

Damn…. This man is quite obsessed and I want him irl anyways idc

Dangerous Desires (iii) - Captain

had to dial it back cause my last post got struck. mad lame. 

Pt. one    Pt. Two

Summary: You get called into the Hokage’s quarters terrified of whats to come. You should be, it’s Kakashi’s supervision. 

18+ MDNI !!!!!!!

Warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!! AFAB reader x Kakashi, Stalker!Kakashi, Dark!Kakashi, Perv!Kakashi, pet names, angst, cream pie (DONT.BE.STUPID), unprotected PiV (dont.be.stupid), improper use of a shadow clone, MFM threeway, oral (M recieving), canon typical violence/small mention of blood, dubcon, power dynamics, little proofreading (Im very tired) lmk if I missed anything! 

Word Count: 7.8K 

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Oh my were those aphrodisiac chocolates?

did anyone see the 20 min poll i put up lol

i can’t help myself (geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: SMUT, everyone is an ADULT, minors DNI, penetration, sex whilst YOU are under the influence of smthg, dubcon, i die a little inside everytime i write porn, but ppl seem to like me more when i do, buddha i am not your strongest soldier, do i count as a writer with lots of variation yet

“Mm, see?” Gojo grinned as he hand-fed you the chocolates gifted to you by Ieiri, watching as you chewed on them, even daringly giving a cute kitten lick to the remnants of it on his fingers.

“Good, right? I went to this shop before during one of my missions. Should’ve brought back more if I knew you liked them this much.” He placed another on his tongue, leaning in to kiss you as he transferred the slightly melted treat into your mouth, his lips pressing closer to yours, tongue twirling with yours and tasting the sweet with you.

You moaned, your hands on his chest as he came closer. All of a sudden, a hot, pink haze settled over you, searing your body.

Your body felt hot, burning, ablaze with want. Your desire was wanton, lust coursing through your very veins as you suddenly clung onto the sleeves of Satoru’s shirt.

“Satoru…” You practically moan, the thought of him naked and pounding into your willing cunt flashing through your brain, the thought making you clench your thighs as you felt a gush of liquid leak from your core.

“Help-“ You feel your knees wobble, collapsing forward into Gojo’s waiting arms. “Please…”

His grin never got so wide.

——

Geto and Gojo are a pair. A pair that craved, wanted and lusted after you. A pair that had chased after the unknowing, oblivious you since your highschool days.

You can’t say that you haven’t fallen for their charms.

Now, as Satoru’s head buried itself into you, tongue deep inside of you as Suguru began to strip.

Suguru was so hard, you swear you saw his cock throb with desire as soon as he pulled his pants down, before your eyes were averted, mind focusing back on the white-haired man between your thighs.

Because with the way Satoru is practically making out with your pussy and combined with Suguru’s saccharine words, your resolve was slowly crumbling, your mind threatening to crumble under the pleasure.

“Satoru’s happily eating your cunt, won’t you suck my cock? Please?” Suguru pleads, his black eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

You need to be filled. Your lips obediently parting to slip the mushroom tip of his cock inside you as you begin to suckle and taste his deliciously thick cock.

“Mmm, good girl.” Suguru kneels over your head, his balls pressed against your closed eyelids as he pushed his cock down your throat.

You can’t see. It feels so hot, so heavy on your face. You don’t get time to think before you feel him shove deeper into your mouth, your jaw aching as it struggled to accommodate him.

Down below, you weren’t faring any better, your thighs squirming around as you began to reach your high, Satoru sucking and licking at your clit as his fingers increased his pace inside, one hand holding down your thigh to keep you in place as he gave and gave and gave, leading you to burst just as Suguru came down your throat, his heavy balls twitching on your eyelids as you swallowed every last drop.

——

“C-condom…!” You cried out as Gojo held your thighs down, his thick, bare cock already halfway inside you before he heard you.

He grunted, pulling out of you briefly as hurriedly tugs out a condom packet from Suguru’s wallet that was tossed onto the bedside drawer, rolling it on haphazardly before plunging back inside you as you whined at the sudden sensation.

His pace was merciless from the beginning, drool making its way out of the corner of your lips as your arms wrapped around him, feeling the inches slide in and out of your used cunt.

“Shit, this pussy feels sooo fucking good.” A hard thrust inside of you causes you to scream, your nails digging into his back, legs in the air and dangling uselessly.

“Yeah? You’re a good girl who likes taking my cock, right?”

You cry as you feel him sink that cock of his impossibly deeper into you, balls pressed right against your ass, your legs up in the air as the warm, sticky sensation of his cum began to seep out, thank goodness that the condom was thankfully catching his voluminous spend.

Right?

You don’t think condoms felt so… thick and hot inside of you. You try to urge him to pull out, shaking and punching at his shoulders as he held you down, to urge him out of his bliss as he continued to drain his semen inside of you. Finally getting his attention, he pouted as he began to take his time to slowly slide out, ensuring that you felt every ridge of his dick.

Milky white dripped out of you, running down one of your thighs as you began to panic. His seed, thick, viscous was trailing from your labia and wetting the very tip of his cock where he had just pulled out.

There the condom was, broken and ruptured as the remainder of it seemed to cling painfully tight to his base, which you expected to be limp and satisfied after coming so much.

That’s when you noticed. He was hovering over your abused entrance, tip still red, angry and wanting. He was waiting for your approval to plunge back inside.

“It’s fine because I already came inside once right?” You heard Satoru utter into your ear, releasing the remains of the broken condom around his cock. “What’s a few more from me and Suguru?”

Suguru strokes your head. “They make pills for this, don’t worry.” A timed kiss to swallow any more of your skepticism.

It’s definitely okay, right? They assured you so. They’ll take care of you. It’s totally fine, right?

You can’t even protest as Satoru pushes himself back in for an immediate round 2, your legs wrapping around his waist this time as you felt Suguru’s fingers prod at your ass.

——

“Why do you get her pussy again?” Satoru whined as he held you up in a full nelson, his arms wrapped up underneath your knees and holding your legs wide open, his cock buried deep inside your wet asshole.

“Cause,” Suguru began, his cockhead swiping up and down your cum-filled cunt, teasing you, making you whine as you begged for him to fill you. “You came inside her three times in a row. It’s my turn.” He pushes in, grinning as you cried out.

The sensation of having both men inside of you was too much, their thrusts just simply too much. You were crying, your tears starting to fill up your eyes as you began to beg, but what for? You’re too turned on, your womb was so full of semen, your ass felt like it was going to end up in the same state after Suguru had gone multiple rounds there. You’re so, so exhausted.

But you can’t stop. Don’t want them to stop.

“No, no- Mmm! I- I can’t-! Mmngh! So good!” Your words were broken, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as jumbled nonsense continued spilling from your lips.

“Look at her, all fucked out. So cute.”

“She’s not at her limit yet, look at how she’s still clenching around our cocks like a whore.”

“Let’s change that then.”

——

“Mmm, your drenched asshole feels so fucking good.” Your hips were clenched tight by Satoru’s hands as your fingers gripped the sheets, your cunt absolutely filled up by Suguru who laid beneath you, your head buried into the crook of his neck.

You feel then thrust powerfully up and down into you, their thrusts reaching an intensity in strength and in speed.

Their thrusts in tandem with each other, as one goes in, the other out, in perfect synchronization. You can’t help but moan helplessly in their arms as their heavy cocks plunge into you, body accepting each thrust as their penises master your holes.

“God, you’re the fucking best.”

Satoru throws his head back as he groans at Suguru’s lustful voice, burying his cock deep inside your asshole, his balls throbbing against you as you feel wet gushes of sperm spurt eagerly into your ass, soon feeling another wet spurt deep into your womb.

You were too full.

Their massive balls are full of seed, them choosing to keep their thick cocks sheathed deep within your warm, inviting holes as they press tight against you, sending every drop deep into your vagina.

——

Suguru grabs your bottom with both hands, thrusting his hips forward hard. It swiped against your pussy lips, just missing its mark before he groans, readjusting himself before he angles himself just right to plunge back in.

His chest presses your back against the wall, bus erection thrusting steadily into you as he slides his full length inside.

You draw his head down to yours, kissing along his jawline as each hard, rough thrust of his drives moans and moans out of you, leaving you incoherent and wanton.

“You like this, yeah?” A hard thrust into you. “Gonna take all of my load inside this slutty hole, aren’t you?”

“C-cummm inswideee…” You’re losing yourself; your brain turning to mush as he begins to churn up your insides with that wonderful cock of his. You can’t get enough.

You’re about to orgasm for the nth time tonight. Your body thrashes in wild abandon, hips bucking frantically against him, back arching your back against the wall as you clutch at him.

“C-cumming..!”

You hear him laugh, a hand reaching up to grope at one of your lonely breasts. “Already? I just put it in, sweetheart.”

“Too good too good too good-!”

You hear him chuckle again just as the door opens to reveal Satoru coming back with bottles of water.

——

Gojo Satoru ungraciously crashes onto the wet sheets, heaving with his arm across his eyes. He’s exhausted. Tuckered out.

You scream as Suguru holds your hips up from behind, cumming deep inside of your cunt yet again as your body remains limp and pliant for him.

As he pulls out, you whine and cry at the loss, at the painful emptiness of your body.

It’s not enough.

“Nwoo, Sugu-“ You babble, hand threading itself into his own as you pull him close, kissing and licking at his jaw. “Wan’ more! Need it!”

Suguru is running a hand through his hair as he shakes his head, his body shaking slightly as he carries you, settling you on his lap as he leans back against the headboard. He watches, awestruck, entranced as you drag yourself to his lying Satoru, cum seeping out of both of your used holes, climbing onto his lap and bouncing yourself vigorously up and down his significant other’s half hard cock.

“B-babe, I’m alr-already shooting bl-blanks-!” Satoru’s hands come up to your hips, helping to support you as you whine, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“S’not en-enough! P-please!” You were sobbing as he helped you maneuver your hips, your body screaming in exhaustion as your pussy whined for more.

Satoru was practically immobile at this point, only just conscious enough to help you a little, his groans sounding almost pained as his tired eyes continued to watch you. up down up down up down up-

You were going to break him. He doesn’t think he minds. As your oversensitive hole clenches hard around his painfully sensitive cock, he sees you reach your arms out for Suguru, begging him to come closer before your lips press hungrily to his, your hand tugging at his long black locks as your drool smears all over his mouth.

Your hole clenches tight around him, a whine of painful pleasure leaving you as you cum hard on his cock, feeling the familiar twitch that signaled he was reaching his end too, you can stay awake a little more, a little more to feel his hot liquid burst up deep insi-

You pass out. Your body physically can’t go on anymore even as your holes beg for more.

It’s over.

The duo don’t know whether to feel relieved or worried as you faint in Satoru’s embrace, finally able to sleep off the exhaustion you were facing.

I literally just was like this ⬆️. During that kiss scene I swear, I just turned notifications on for you cuz I keep missing the upload for theses and I love them😭💕

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 05)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 4k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 05

This could be perfection. A venom dripping in your mouth. Singing like a siren. Love me while your wrists are bound. (Siren by Kailee Morgue)

Breakfast doesn't go the way Sukuna imagined it would. The brat sits across from him in a white shirt and grey sweatpants, looking uncomfortable and tense.

Sukuna watches him over the rim of his tea cup. What is the problem? He thought they had a good start to the day. The boy was literally drooling on him and checking him out, and his body unmistakably reacted in all the right ways to Sukuna's closeness. Hell, the brat had even cuddled him! So why is he acting so tense now?

Sukuna narrows his eyes. Itadori isn't even looking at him! A fact that makes anger surge through Sukuna. He follows the boy's gaze only to realize that, once again, his attention is on Uraume, who is standing next to the table, watching the brat with a stoic expression.

What is going on? Sukuna already explained who Uraume is and what their position is in this household. Why are they still so fascinating to the brat?

At that moment, Itadori sighs and gets up from his chair to walk to the large fridge. But before he can open it, Uraume steps in the way.

"Please sit down again, Master Yuuji. It's my job to serve you breakfast."

The boy blinks,

"Huh? I just want to check what we have in the fridge."

"Just tell me what you like to have, and I will get it for you. No need to do it yourself."

"Um, but... I don't even know what I want. I just want to have a look."

Uraume shakes their head, refusing to step out of the way.

"I can tell you what is in the fridge and then prepare a meal for you."

But the brat doesn't budge, either.

"But that's not what I mean! I just want to see what we have and see if I crave something! Get out of my way, please. Is it forbidden to open the fridge in my own house?!"

Sukuna watches in amusement. Oh, the brat is growing truly frustrated now. He stares Uraume down, towering over them, tall and strong. That stubborn fire is in his golden eyes again. It makes desire stir in Sukuna's stomach. He always likes when the brat gets angry.

Before his servant can retort anything, the boy quickly steps past them, too fast for Uraume to stop him, and yanks open the fridge.

Sukuna grins into his tea as he watches Uraume glare at the boy while Itadori grabs a container with strawberry milk.

The brat hoists himself up on the kitchen counter, sending Uraume a triumphant gaze. He tilts his head back and starts drinking the strawberry milk right out of the container while his feet dangle carelessly against the counter. But he still seems uneasy, constantly casting glances in Uraume's direction.

Sukuna can practically feel the tension in the room. He cannot have that. He cannot let Uraume ruin all of Sukuna's progress with the brat!

"Uraume, Master Yuuji and I are fine now. You can retire to your quarters. If we need anything, we will summon you."

Sukuna dismisses his servant with a wave of his hand. Uraume bows deeply, following Sukuna's order, their stoic expression not giving away if they are irritated by their Master's words.

Sukuna waits until Uraume has left before he gets up and strolls over to where Itadori is sitting on the kitchen counter.

He stops in front of the boy and grins at him while he points at the strawberry milk in his hand,

"Is it good?"

Itadori smiles at him and nods,

"Yeah, it's great."

He scrunches his nose and cocks his head, adding softly,

"Thank you for sending Uraume away. Is it horrible when I say I feel like I can finally breathe again when they aren't here?"

Sukuna laughs softly and shakes his head,

"It's fine. I noticed that you seem a bit tense when Uraume is around."

"Yeah, I don't like that they always stare at me. It's a bit creepy. Makes me wonder, did we get along before my accident? I feel like they don't like me very much."

Sukuna has to give the brat this. As dumb as he seems, he has a certain intelligence when it comes to reading people. Except for him, of course. The brat has no clue what is going on in Sukuna's head. But he is definitely right regarding his judgment of Uraume's feelings toward him. Sukuna has noticed the same.

Uraume's stance towards Itadori seems hostile. It's not surprising, though. Sukuna has seen the same thing happen in his former life. Uraume acted like that anytime someone tried to get close to Sukuna. His loyal servant never liked having other people try to invade Sukuna's life.

Maybe it is a form of jealousy. Uraume seems to be rather possessive of their Master. It's ridiculous, of course. As if they could ever be worthy of claiming Sukuna as their own.

But in the past, Sukuna chose to ignore that behavior. He liked Uraume's cooking and how devoted they were to serving him, so he let them stay without addressing their behavior. Maybe now things will have to change, though. Uraume will have to get used to Itadori staying with them. Maybe it's time that Sukuna puts them in their place.

He runs a hand through his hair and smiles at the brat,

"Uraume has been with me for many years. They can be quite overprotective. It's hard for them to accept someone by my side. It got worse when you had your accident. I was very distraught, obviously, and that affected Uraume too. But I will talk to them. Don't worry, darling."

The tension still hasn't left the brat's posture, though. Sukuna feels inclined to do more. He wants to erase those bad vibes from the kitchen. He wants to fix what Uraume ruined. He can't let the brat slip through his fingers again. And so he leans closer to the boy, cupping his cheek and stroking it with his thumb. His voice is low, almost a whisper,

"You are the man by my side, Yuuji. The most important person to me. I will do anything to make you feel comfortable again here in your home. Tell me if something isn't to your liking, and I will change it. Anything to let my darling feel at home again."

He has to suppress a laugh. He sounds like the main love interest in one of the brat's tv dramas. It feels weird to hear those words coming out of his mouth. But he can see that it's working. Itadori's gaze softens, and he leans into Sukuna's touch, smiling gratefully at him.

"Thank you."

The brat's gaze meets his. His eyes look shiny from tears gathering there, overcome by emotions. Sukuna can't help but smile, filled with pride that his little speech had the desired effect.

"Sukuna?"

"Yes?"

The boy lets out a shaky sigh. His golden eyes look deeply into Sukuna's while he continues softly,

"I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for taking care of me. I don't remember you or our relationship, and that makes me feel very bad, but I'm really glad that I am dating someone who stayed with me through all of this. Through the accident and the memory loss. It must be so hard for you to see me like this without any memory of you or our time together. Thank you for not giving up on me."

He reaches out, and his fingers twist in the front of Sukuna's shirt. And then he tugs on it, catching Sukuna off guard.

Sukuna gets pulled closer until he is standing between Itadori's thighs. So close that their faces are only inches apart, gazes still locked. He watches the brat cautiously, surprised by his sudden boldness. What is he up to? Is this the boy's way of saying thank you?

Sukuna's heart rate has increased. Excitement flows through his veins, warm and wild, as he waits for Itadori to take the next step. It's hard to hold back, even for someone as controlled as Sukuna. He wants to close the remaining distance between them, wants to stake his claim, wants to bite and bruise.

The brat is such a big temptation. But Sukuna knows it will be worth it if he waits and lets Itadori come to him. The thought of seeing the brat willingly give himself to Sukuna is even sweeter than taking him by force. And so he waits, breath coming out in excited huffs.

Itadori's eyes close slowly, long black eyelashes fanning out sensually over his tan cheeks. He grabs Sukuna's shirt even tighter, making his fingers dance over Sukuna's pecs through the thin fabric. And then the brat leans closer.

Soft, warm lips brush over Sukuna's.

It's a tentative kiss, shy, tasting like strawberry milk and innocence. But it stirs a raging fire deep inside Sukuna, setting it ablaze in a mere second, burning hot and all-consuming.

There is no holding back anymore. Sukuna's hands dart out to cup the brat's jaw, his fingernails digging into Itadori's neck as Sukuna presses himself against him and opens his mouth to claim what's his.

Sukuna kisses him savagely, hard, as if trying to devour the brat. He pries Itadori's lips open with his tongue and licks into the warm wet softness of his mouth like a starving man.

Maybe he really is starved. Maybe that is what being locked away for a thousand years does to you. A thousand years in which he could only experience secondhand emotions through his vessel but never the real thing.

Or maybe it is because this is the brat. Sukuna's former vessel. The cage that held him captive. And this kiss proves that their roles are reversed now. Sukuna is the captor, and the brat unknowingly signs his demise with this kiss.

Itadori is taken by surprise by Sukuna's passion. A gasp escapes his lips, which gets lost on Sukuna's tongue. But the brat is brave. There is only the slightest hesitation before he moves his lips more firmly against Sukuna's.

His tongue licks clumsily into Sukuna's mouth, too fast and out of sync. A pathetic attempt at matching Sukuna's skillful kiss. Almost as if the brat never did this before.

Because he really never did this before.

Sukuna bites the brat's bottom lip as a low growl escapes his mouth.

He wants to laugh at the sudden realization. He wants to throw his head back and laugh in the brat's face and taunt him. This is the brat's first kiss! It's so pathetic!

But he should have known. He has been with Itadori for years. He has watched his every move. He has seen the brat and Fushiguro tip-toeing around each other. Obviously, both wanting more than friendship, but neither acting upon it. He has seen random girls in the street chat the brat up, obviously attracted to him, eying his tall, muscular figure and handsome face, batting their eyelashes at him, and trying to get his number. But he had turned them all down with a polite excuse and a sweet smile.

Sukuna had called him an idiot for not taking his chance to fuck. Had made fun of him about being too scared to get laid.

But he had known the real explanation. He had known that he was the reason. And it had filled him with the utmost gleeful delight.

All this time, the brat held back and denied himself all the joys of carnal desire because of him. Because he was always worried about being a danger to others. Because Sukuna was in his soul, in his body, always just one loss of control away from taking over and wreaking destruction on the world.

And that's why the brat never tried to date or find a casual fuck.

Because ever since that fateful day when he swallowed that first finger, he never was his own person again. He always came as a packaged deal which included Sukuna. And the brat didn't want to expose anyone to this potential danger. It was all because of Sukuna!

But Sukuna hadn't been aware that even before they shared a body, the brat hadn't kissed anyone.

This makes things even more erotic. Sukuna sighs into the brat's mouth, filled with satisfaction and pride.

He can see it now. It was always meant to be like this. That the brat would give his first kiss to Sukuna and no one else. That the only one to touch him would be the one he was made for.

It feels right in every way.

The brat makes a soft noise in the back of his throat as he tilts his head back and opens his mouth further to let Sukuna deepen the kiss. Such a sweet little thing. So eager to get claimed by his rightful owner.

Itadori's hands twist in Sukuna's shirt, so much that Sukuna thinks he will rip the fabric, clinging tightly to him while his lips and tongue move against Sukuna's.

Sukuna smirks into the kiss. This is what he wanted. To ravish the boy. To take everything from him and make him his little plaything. And the brat is so easy to manipulate. He kisses Sukuna back with growing urgency.

Sukuna groans softly. He doesn't know whether it's the thrill of finding out he's currently taking Itadori's first kiss or if it is the way the brat is kissing him. But something about this kiss makes his head spin. The brat is caressing Sukuna's tongue with his, hungry, needy, full of desire. He is a fast learner, already getting good at it. So eager to please and so starved for affection.

Cute.

When they part, the brat's lips are red and swollen, eyes glazed over, and an excited blush makes his cheeks glow. He looks sinful. Debauched. Like an angel that got corrupted by the devil.

Sukuna brims with pride.

He caresses the boy's cheeks, smiling at him. Golden eyes meet his gaze, and a matching smile spreads over the brat's face. "Wow... is it always like that between us?"

He sounds dazed, astounded. Making Sukuna laugh softly and lean closer to kiss the brat's cheek right next to his ear. He lets his lips linger there and whispers in a low, seductive voice,

"Why don't you find out, baby?"

After the kiss in the kitchen, Sukuna finds that the brat is more relaxed around him. He is almost a bit clingy with how he follows Sukuna around like a lost little puppy for the rest of the day, bombarding him with a thousand questions.

"How have we met?"

"You ate something that belonged to me."

"Huh? Did they mix up our orders at a restaurant?"

"Yes, something like that."

"Why do I have no tattoos?"

"You can have one, too, if you want."

"Where is my phone?"

"It got destroyed during the accident."

"Do we have friends?"

"My job doesn't allow it."

"What are my hobbies? Do we do stuff together?"

"Watching movies, working out, and cooking. We do everything together, darling."

"Which pet names do I use for you?"

That question makes Sukuna falter for a second. No one has ever called him by a pet name. It would have been an insult to him. No one would have dared. But he catches himself quickly and grins at the boy,

"Just try what feels right. I'm sure you'll find something again."

The brat cocks his head thoughtfully, watching him with those big golden eyes.

"Ok, Sukuna...um... I mean... Kuna, maybe? Oh, that sounds cute! I'll call you that!"

Sukuna cringes inwardly, but his lips lift in a benevolent smile and he nods. The blush staining the brat's cheeks is worth getting called pathetic endearments.

The brat is almost too at ease around him. They barely settled into their bed for the night when the boy rolls over onto his side and scoots closer to Sukuna until his back is pressed against Sukuna's chest, wordlessly asking for more body contact.

But Sukuna won't complain. These are the fruits of his labor. His plan is working perfectly. And so he wraps his arms around the brat and presses a soft kiss to his neck, wishing him a good night, reveling in the knowledge that the brat trusts him. That this stupid boy will happily sleep in his arms, unaware of the true nature of the man holding him.

"Did the doctors say anything about sports? I kinda feel trapped inside here. I know I'm supposed to rest, but I feel fine, really! Can we maybe go down to the park and go for a run? Or at least a walk? Please, Sukuna?"

Big golden eyes blink at Sukuna. The brat looks pathetic when he is pouting like that, begging Sukuna to please take him outside, like a dog. Ridiculous!

But Sukuna can see why that pouty expression worked on everyone else the brat used it on. On that blond guy in the business suit, Nanami. And, of course, on Fushiguro, who would have done anything for Itadori anyways. It even worked on that annoying white-haired teacher. They all ate out of Itadori's hand when he got all big-eyed and whiny. Admittedly, he looks pretty cute like that. Submissive and sweet. No wonder he had them all wrapped around his little finger in no time at all.

If you are prone to fall for things like that. Sukuna isn't one of those fools. But he thinks it's better to give in and take the brat to the park before he gets suspicious. And, after all, the prospect of going outside sounds tempting to Sukuna too. He, too, feels like a tiger trapped in a cage.

And so he smiles and ruffles soft pink hair,

"Get your jacket, darling. We're going for a stroll in the park."

It feels good to feel the soft breeze on his skin and smell the fragrance of the city. The small park is well-kept and relatively quiet. The few people they encounter all keep their distance. Maybe they subconsciously notice that something isn't quite right with the two pink-haired men coming their way. Or maybe they are scared by the tattoos on Sukuna's face. Regardless of what it is, they step to the side as if making room for the King to walk. Just like everyone did in Sukuna's past life.

Sukuna smirks contentedly. Some things never change. He is used to inspiring awe and making people and curses crawl at his feet.

One of the rare exceptions used to be Itadori. He was always rebelling against him, always being an unruly brat. But things have changed. The boy doesn't fight him anymore. Instead, he giggles as he looks at Sukuna,

"Aww, wait a moment, Kuna! You have something there..."

He leans closer and reaches out to brush some cherry blossoms off Sukuna's hair, chuckling softly as his golden eyes meet Sukuna's. His cheeks are flushed from the fresh breeze or maybe from being so close to Sukuna.

His fingers are gentle when they run through Sukuna's hair. Strong hands that are blessed with superhuman strength, and yet their touch is so careful.

It's a gesture so tender and intimate that it makes Sukuna frown. It's beyond him how naive the brat is. How can he be this casually intimate with someone he can't remember? How can he let his guard down like that and just give himself to someone? How can he show such honest affection toward someone he practically doesn't know?

It baffles Sukuna. But of course, he plays his role and thanks the brat, smiling at him and reaching out to trail a hand down the boy's back, steering him along as they continue their walk through the small park.

The brat's hand brushes against Sukuna's, and he interlaces their fingers, unknowingly holding hands with the King of Curses.

Little fool.

But Itadori doesn't pull away again. Instead, he tugs on Sukuna's hand and pulls him along, accelerating his steps as they near the small shrine, which is standing prettily on a small hill surrounded by cherry trees in full bloom.

It makes Sukuna think of a time long gone. He is hit by a sudden rush of memories. He can almost smell the incense Uraume used to burn. Can almost hear the soft murmur of the young monks who studied in Sukuna's temple before his enemies came to drive them all away.

For a moment, Sukuna feels almost nostalgic for this time before things got out of hand. A time when he was still human. A time when he was just the Master of a Buddhist temple, trying to spread this new religion in his country and practicing his powerful sorcery in an attempt to make his region prosper. A time before he had to constantly fight. A time before he was forced to die so he could be reborn more powerful again as the monster that would be known as Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses.

He hears Itadori's bright laughter and turns his head to see the boy standing amidst a rain of cherry blossoms blowing in the light breeze flowing through the trees. They drift down almost in slow motion, almost as if they are made of magic. Pink petals land on cherry-blossom-colored hair before a pastel blue sky and a red shrine.

And just like that, reality shifts for a moment, fantasy mixing with memories. And Sukuna sees Itadori dressed in a kimono, kneeling on the floor of Sukuna's temple, golden eyes wide with wonder as he listens fascinatedly to Sukuna's sermon while participating in an ancient prayer ritual.

Sukuna has to blink several times to make the image disappear again. He stares at the boy, thrown off balance for a moment. Unbidden, a series of questions floods his mind.

What would things have been like if fate had brought Sukuna and Itadori together in another way? Would there have been a life in which they met without Kenjaku deciding to make a vessel for Sukuna? And what would that life have looked like?

Would Itadori have come to Sukuna's temple as a young monk? Would they have met in peace? Would they have gotten along? Would they have lived side by side? Would Itadori have been loyal to Sukuna until the end? Something tells Sukuna that the boy wouldn't have run when the attacks came. He would have fought by Sukuna's side. Would he have died by his side, too? Would he have risen again with him? Would they have been the King and the Prince of Curses?

Sukuna huffs at the thought. Where do these foolish ideas come from? It's ridiculous!

He never wished for someone by his side. He never minded the solitude he experienced. He never looked for companionship or foolish things like friendship or, even worse, love. A great power like his always came with inevitable loneliness, and he accepted that without any second thought. He would always choose power over love.

"Are you ok, Sukuna?"

Itadori looks at him with big worried eyes. His hair is crowned by so many cherry blossoms that Sukuna feels the need to reach out and brush them off, letting his fingers glide through the soft pink strands of the brat's hair.

He schools his face into an amused expression.

"Of course, darling. Come on, let's visit the shrine."

They enter the small Shinto shrine a few minutes later, side by side.

The brat stops in front of the shelf with a vast selection of wooden plaques in different shapes and sizes that people can buy to make a wish. He takes one ema with a drawing of a tiger on it and turns to Sukuna,

"Do you have money with you? I want to make a wish."

Sukuna nods and proceeds to pay for the ema before he watches Itadori scribble his message to the deity of this shrine in his typical messy handwriting.

"What do you wish for?"

The brat shrugs and grins a bit sheepishly at him,

"To get all my memories back, of course."

He takes the finished ema and adds it to the long row of wishes already hanging in the shrine.

Some are asking for good grades, others are wishing for health or love. And amidst them is now Itadori's wish to remember who he is and what his life was like before he lost his memories.

A solemn smile spreads over the boy's face as he looks at the small tiger plaque, naively thinking the fulfillment of his wish will bring him peace.

The corners of Sukuna's lips lift in a smug smirk as his long fingers wrap around the boy's hand again to lead him out of the shrine and back toward his golden cage.

Be careful what you wish for, brat.

THEY KISSED!!! This kiss was one of the first scenes I wrote for this story, and I always see that scene so clearly in my mind. It makes me so happy to finally publish it!

But there is another scene in this chapter, which I added much later, that makes me cry anytime I read it. Can you guess which one it is? I will say it: The scene where Sukuna imagines that alternate life where he meets Yuuji without Kenjaku's involvement. It makes me so emotional. Maybe it's that little display of vulnerability that Sukuna shows here. I am always very soft for him when I think about his loneliness.

But our dear King of Curses is still very much in denial. Big bad Sukuna doesn't need anyone! He would always choose power over love. Yeah, Kuna... sure, darling. Let's talk again in a few months ;)

Thank you so much for reading this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

This is really sweet and cute, I found Sukuna with his attitude especially funny

𝗛𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗘 *+:｡.｡

summary. jjk men falling for single moms. | wc. 2k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, parenthood, oc, domestic fluff, mild amount of angst, friends to lovers, co-parenting, pining, slight suggestiveness with nanami's, pet names (ex. dove, sweetheart)

featuring. gojo, yuuji, sukuna, nanami

an. I'm really telling on myself rn, but I've been binging ghibli movies so I'm feeling soft, okay? also, this is a minstrel of what this fic used to be, but I rewrote it and it's basically a whole new thing and I never thought I'd put the words 'fluff' and 'sukuna' in the same post lmao, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 ༊*·˚

Being a single mom has its ups and downs, especially when it comes to dating. You can easily recount the times you sat across from a date who looked like they ate something sour after the mention of your daughter, how they paused, spine going stiff—never keen on the type of baggage that comes in small packages.

So it’s only natural to expect the same with Gojo when you tell him on the first date in the back of a coffee shop, wincing internally with a tight grip around your cup. You wait for the awkward laugh, the promise to call you later, even though they never do. 

But then he surprises you.

He smiles—that same one that filled your belly with butterflies the first time you ran into him in the elevator at work—gaze unexpectedly soft, and answers, “What’s her name?”

You take a sip of your coffee to distract yourself from that fluttery feeling in your chest. “Mai.”

Your heartbeat doesn’t slow for hours after that date; you admit you hadn’t expected him to take it in full stride.

Almost two years later, sometimes you still can’t believe it—how he fits so effortlessly in your life, that he’s shown you time and time again that he has no problem treating your daughter like his own.

He calls her princess; treats her like one, too. One day, you walk into the living room to find Mai putting clips in Satoru's hair and unicorn stickers on his face, letting her ramble about her day at daycare (because the afternoon reading circle is apparently very eventful for a bunch of four-year-olds).

On the days that he’s off work, you have to keep the fridge stocked with food, or else they’ll eat nothing but sweets all day. And when he does cook, he'll have a chair pushed up to the counter for Mai to see and help—though your kitchen is often left a total mess afterward.

It’s after dinner, Mai tucked into bed, his arms tucked around your waist while you scrub a pot, a thumb tracing your abdomen—sweetheart, what if we had another?—and you let yourself think about it. Can’t help it.

This time you won’t be alone in a delivery room, Satoru’s large hands comfortingly wrapped around yours before holding his newborn for the first time, one with Satoru’s smile and maybe your eyes. Another set of small feet running down the hall for cuddles in the morning… 

You reach down and cup his hand, despite it being covered in sudsy dishwater, though he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think…I think I’d like that.”

𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗝𝗜 ༊*·˚

He’s always been your best friend: since the day you fell off the swingset when you were six and after you found out you were pregnant and never heard anything back from the father. 

It's possibly the best and worst thing that could have happened to you. 

The best because he’s there for you until the twins come screaming into the world; it’s no surprise they’re just as drawn to his sunny personality as everyone else. Yuuji becomes a shadow at your side in the weeks after, becoming somewhat of a quasi-parent even though you never asked him to, which is why it’s the worst.

Those easy smiles are slowly replaced by the feeling of your heart trembling in your chest whenever you catch him hastily tripping up the stairs to the nursery to wake the twins from their nap. Or when he takes the three of you to the park for a picnic and spends the entire time staring at one of the sleeping little boys on your chest as if they’re doing cartwheels.

You try not to think about it too much unless you want to risk losing Yuuji, to crumble whatever solid foundation your friendship sits on. Plus, why would he want to settle with a single mom anyway?

You’ve seen the girls he’s dated, and none of them walk out of the house wearing a sweater covered in baby food stains, pretty, willowy girls who put a little more effort into their appearance than you have in months. 

And the sadder, more obvious answer is that there’s no way he feels the same about you—sweet, whole-hearted Yuuji who’s friendly to strangers and always willing to help wherever he’s needed. 

You’re not the exception.

There’s some truth to that, which rapidly disintegrates as the months go on. You can no longer ignore how Yuuji lights up whenever someone accidentally mistakes him for the twin’s father or mention how cute your family is.

It’s easy to imagine until you’re so wrapped up in thoughts that make you bite back a smile—of coming home to Yuuji napping with the twins on the couch, quiet evenings snuggled up under soft blankets on the couch, kissing him when he leaves for work in the morning—that you nearly miss what he says to the sweet old man who’s been giving Yuuji unsolicited parenting advice, “Maybe she’ll actually say yes when I ask her to marry me someday.”

He’s not looking at you when he says it, but you see how his smile reaches his eyes (soft as if he’s inserted himself into the same future you thought of), and for a moment, you allow yourself to hope.

𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 ༊*·˚

He’s never been the type to want kids of his own, and yet he couldn’t turn a blind eye when you call him nearly two months since that night at his brother’s birthday party—hazily remembering you telling him you’re one of Yuuj’s friends before he took you back to his place—to tell him you’re pregnant.

“You don’t have to be there. I just thought you should know,” you say wetly.

“Jesus—” he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. He doesn’t think the employee breakroom at the gym is the right place to have this conversation. “Listen, don’t cry. I’ll be there, alright?”

Sukuna at least thought he’d actually be with the person he has a kid with. Over the next four years, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

There’s a lot that’s undesirable about the situation, like the fact that every time he leaves his room, he always ends up stepping on Legos because you insist on buying Hana more and leave them at his place, or that he can't eat anything these days without a small hand reaching out for his food.

But the one thing that really makes his blood curdle is whenever he has Hana for the weekend, and she rambles through a mouthful of mac n’ cheese about how you and Yuuji took her to the park, with more stories about Yuuji this and Yuuji that.

He should be grateful his brother is such a doting uncle, yet he grinds his teeth the longer his daughter prattles on.

Out of everything, this is the one thing he chooses to find an issue with: high-school sweetheart Yuuji, pictures of him found in frames all over your house; helpful and supportive, perfectly polite, always-nice-to-be-around-Yuuji who everyone gravitated towards, even you, it seems.  

He tells himself it’ll go away eventually, that strange pit of jealousy festering in his chest like an open wound. It doesn’t.

Sukuna spends so much time thinking about it that he’s thoroughly annoyed by the time you stop by to pick up Hana for the week. 

“Did you guys have a nice weekend? You seem…” Of course, you’d pick up on his shitty mood. “Upset.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, hoping you’ll leave it alone.

You don’t.

“Listen, if this is about Friday, I told you Yuuji’s okay dropping her off.”

“I bet he is,” Sukuna sneers, shoving the last of Hana’s Legos into her bag.

You huff. “What is your problem?”

“Nothing, but I bet you’ll run back to Yuuji and tell him about it anyway.”

“Are you seriously jealous of your brother?”

He scoffs but doesn’t answer.

“If you want to be with me so badly, just say it.” You put your hands on your hips. “Go on, say it.”

In the end, he breaks first. Wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, he presses his mouth to yours, fingers flexing at your little gasp. When he breaks the kiss, panting a little, he says, “I want to be with you, and I want to raise my fucking kid with you. Happy?”

There’s a scandalized gasp, and he looks down to find Hana standing there with her sandals on the wrong feet, blinking up at him with round eyes. 

“Daddy, that’s a bad word.”

“Listen here, brat—ow.”

𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜 ༊*·˚

The first time he meets you, one of the associates for his company introduces you as his wife—a fresh-eyed college student who’s more concerned about staring at other women at the business function than the beautiful one on his arm—and he kindly shakes your hand, watching you give such devoted attention to a man undeserving of it.

What would it be like to be loved like that?

A few years have gone by when he sees you again, except this time, there’s no ring on your finger, and you’re in the middle of walking into his office for an interview with a little boy balanced on your hip.

“Sorry, my babysitter called in sick, and I couldn’t find a replacement in time—Oh.” It’s in that small moment between closing the door and hauling a diaper bug up your shoulder that you recognize him, too. “I didn’t realize you were the one doing the interview.”

He arches a brow. “No?”

“Sorry…again. I didn’t mean it like that, and I’m usually not this unprepared.” You set the toddler down on the floor and straighten out your skirt, giving him a shy, pretty smile.

Nanami swallows and gestures to the seat in front of his desk. “He can stay.”

While he asks you questions, your son—Haru, he learns—keeps busy with a coloring book that you give him, and before you leave after the interview, he silently proffers Nanami a sheet of paper filled with yellow and green crayon squiggles. 

He tacks it to the corkboard wall next to his desk.

When you start working as his office assistant, he never brings up the topic of your ex-husband. It’s obvious the man doesn’t care about his family, anyway—not when you show up most days looking worn out. 

It starts to burn in his chest, the way your eyes drop sometimes, the little reassuring nod he’ll catch you giving yourself after what must’ve been a rough morning. 

Nanami knows he’s in way over his head when he asks you out for coffee; how he’s surprised you say yes, which leads to more dates until he slowly finds that smile of warm devotion aimed in his direction.

Eventually, your things fill the empty spaces in his home, and the spare room in his house becomes a nursery. His once quiet mornings of reading the paper are now pleasantly disrupted by the smell of pancakes and Haru trying to climb into his lap to read with him. 

The first time Haru asks for Nanami after a nightmare—rubbing his wet eyes while standing near Nanami's side of the bed in his shark pajamas, sans one sock, until Nanami scoops him up and deposits him between you—he winces (because he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s taking something away from you) before he notices the soft smile curling your mouth. 

He can’t pretend to fully understand why you ever agreed to that first date when the odds weren’t terribly in his favor, but he has a long time to learn, and right now, he’s focused on other things.

"Quiet, dove,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “You're going to wake the baby..." 

thank you for reading <3

Literally if you didn’t say that this was your first time writing smut I would not have noticed its really good

are you tired?

pairing: gojo Satoru x fem!reader / husband x wife

warning: smut, unprotected sex

wc: 1.3k

summary: your husband comes home after a long day at work, it is your duty as a wife to help him relax

"Welcome home, Satoru" You greet your husband at the door as he took off his shoes "You're home early" he walks towards you kissing your cheek "Hi baby" taking off his uniform and revealing a white button-up underneath. "you hungry? I made us dinner I'm almost done" he hums walking to the laundry room putting his jacket on the basket walking back to the kitchen "What are you making?" leaning on the counter "Grilled chicken" "It smells good" he compliments "of course it does, I'm the chef" smiling at your husband. once you're done you plate the meal while Gojo brings a jug of water and two cups to set on the dinner table.

"Satoru, are you tired?" glancing up from the food, you wait for him to finish his chewing "Why?" he asked "I'm just asking, do you want me to fill up the bath with hot water?" "yeah sure" "Okay" you get up from your seat "Wait you can set the bath later, finish your food first" Satoru held your wrist when you walk past him "Oh, don't worry about it I'm just gonna turn on the tap. will be back shortly" Gojo notices your pajamas a simple button-up and shorts pajamas set in pink.

so cute smiling to himself

after eating dinner satoru picks up the plates "No no no no, let me" taking the dishes from his hands "You go take a bath" you shoosh him. chuckling Satoru says his thank you and goes upstairs to the bathroom.

knock knock

satoru hums responding to the knocks on the bathroom door "can I come in?" you said from the other side of the door "Yeah" he answers

opening the door you see Satoru in the bathtub enjoying the hot bath you prepared him. you walk toward the bathtub putting your hands on his shoulder "Are you tired?" starting to move your fingers massaging his shoulder blades and neck "Why do you keep asking that?" feeling suspicious of his wife repeatedly asking "I don't know I'm just curious" massaging the knots on his body

"this is nice. why are you suddenly being nice to me?" he teases "what do you mean?" you ask tilting your head "you're never this nice to me! massaging me without me asking? what have you done to my wife" he jokes "Satoru! I don't know what you're talking about! I'm always nice!" sounds of laughter echoes throughout the bathroom. five minutes pass you stop massaging his shoulders

leaning to his ear and whispering "Can I join you?" Satoru just grins nodding his head and sitting up fixing his posture

he watches you as you turn around taking your pajamas off he admires your body as you fold the clothes neatly. you walk back towards the bathtub taking his hands as he helps you get in the tub.

straddling him under the water he rubs his finger on your thigh "Hi" Looking into his gorgeous eyes "Hi" You put your hands on his jaw caressing it softly watching him close his eyes in comfort.

tilting your head to the side you lean in closer to him chest to chest putting your face on his neck. he moves his hands up to your back dancing his fingers on the skin. kissing his neck he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding moving up to his jaw

"Is this okay?" you whisper to his ear

"It's more than okay"

You move down back to his neck going lower to his collar bones making a mark "y/n..." he moans

you start you move your hips feeling his cock growing harder you move your hands down his chest to his abs letting out a moan he put his fingers under your chin "Look at me, baby" he leans in putting your lips on his he pulls you in closer grinding your pussy on his dick you let out moan out his name "satoru- ungh..." he squeezes you ass pulling you impossibly closer he bites your lips and sucking on it "satoruu" "what's wrong baby?" he moves his lips you your cheeks "hmm?" he teases moving onto your jaw whispering "come on baby, use your words he lift you up slightly so your tits are over the water his mouth going lower and lower sucking on your chest one of his hand supporting you on your lower back while the other is moving up to one of your tits holding it in the palm of his hand

" so perfect, just for me" his mouth found your nipple sucking on it "satoruuu" you moan out his name louder moving your hands onto his hair holding him closer to your chest

he pulls back staring at you in awe "all this for me?" he ask rubbing circles on your hips "hm?" waiting for your response, you cant help but feel shy under his gaze so, you just nods "words, y/n" he said sternly "yes, just for you, 'toru" you lean into him giving him a peck on his lips "touch yourself for me" one of your hands is holding onto his shoulder for support while the other one moving down to your body. you rub your clit tilting your head back letting out short breaths while he watches you. "eyes on me" you move your head leaning and he puts his forehead against yours. you feel yourself feel closer moaning out his name "stop" he pulls your hand away from your cunt resting it on his shoulder "enjoying yourself?" he chuckles when you fall onto his chest "please just fuck me already" you whine "as you wish" kissing you once more

you both stays connected for a while "are you tired?" he ask repeating the questions you've been asking him since he got home you slaps his chest lightly smiling at the man before you he pulls out his dick from your cunt letting out a hiss

he lines up his cock with your entrance "Ready?" you nod against his neck you both let out a sigh of relief. he moves your hips up and down slowly with you like a mess moaning his name in his ears. feeling impatient you start to move your body faster "Hmmph.. so full" you whimpers sounding like music to his ears "Yeah?" his hands start moving to your cunt rubbing his thumbs on your clit "So tight" he praise

"My baby so perfect just for me" hearing his praise make you reach your orgasm faster "you close baby?" you nod

"I'm gonna cum" you warn him "cum on me baby, cum on my cock" you moan out his name as you reach your climax "satoruuu" your body went limp on top of him "it's okay baby, I got you" you feel him moving his cock inside you you squeeze his cock "fuck, don't squeeze me like that" trying your best to move with him "so tight, made just for me" nodding on his neck agreeing to his statement. you feel him pulling out, and you let out a whine "Don't, just cum in me please" Seeing you like that pleading for his cum was the last straw for him. "fuck, baby I'm close. just a little longer, yeah?"

feeling overstimulated by his cock you feel getting yourself closer to another orgasm

" one more baby, do you have one more for me?" you squeeze his cock with your pussy you can only nod "Hmm? Answer me." moving more roughly "yes! Satoru! so deep!" he squeeze your hips you feel yourself reach your orgasm screaming his name. he stops his movement as he reached his peaking painting your walls white with his cum calling our your name.

he slaps your ass "Let's get up and get ready for bed" Standing up and getting out of the tub gets a towel to dry himself off. he looks at you still sitting on the tub with your arms in the air waiting for him to lift you up "I'm tired" you pout he chuckles "what a baby" lifting you up from the bathtub and giving you another towel.

this is the first time I've ever written smut lol