#sounds penis . see you in hell .

[nicepersondisorder]

narc crash time o7

#☆.txt #sounds penis see you in hell

[kyletogaz]

simon fucking the attitude out of you

cw: penis in vagina sex, spanking, mean!simon (a lil bit), calling simon daddy, fingering

"i told you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble, love, but you didn’t listen. you never do.” simon was starting to think you were doing that shit on purpose.

all you can do is whine and moan loudly into the mattress as you grip the sheets tight in your fists, your body jerking with every smack of simon’s hips against your ass, as the lewd sounds of your dripping cunt getting drilled fills your ears. simon’s fucking the attitude right out of you. you thought you could talk slick, but he snatched your ass right on up and dragged you back to his room. as soon as he closed the door, he had you face down with your ass up and pussy stuffed with his cock in no time.

you try to convince simon that you’re sorry for talking back. you sweeten your voice a little, as the words i’m sorry, daddy spills from your lips in between moans. it’s all lies though. you love making simon lose his composure. seeing him snap gets your pussy real wet.

“you’re not sorry, sweetheart.” the but you will be is left unsaid.

you almost cry when simon pulls his cock out of you, leaving you empty and leaking. you open your mouth to argue, but he delivers a hard smack to your ass. you cry out when he does it again. tears spring to your eyes when he smacks your ass a little harder a third and fourth time.

“please! i’m sorry simon,” you sob into the sheets as you prop yourself up on one elbow so you can reach back to rub at your sore ass. you’ve learned your lesson.

simon slaps your hand away so can he rub a soothing hand across your ass, before dipping his fingers in your sopping cunt. he asks you if you’re really sorry, or are you just saying it because you know that’s what he wants to hear. he has one hand on your back, trapping your body against the mattress. your ass is still up in the air while he’s knuckles deep in your cunt, just lazily stroking at your spongy walls, slowing driving you mad.

“i’m sorry for being a brat,” you moan, a pout forming on your lips. your ass still hurts a bit.

simon doesn’t say anything, as his fingers repeatedly brush up against that spot inside of you. a high pitched moan pours out of your mouth when he speeds up the movement of his fingers. simon just watches in amusement as you start fucking yourself on his fingers.

“si–simon!” it was too much. you were so close to cumming on his fingers. “i’m gonna—”

you’re so deep in your pleasure-induced haze, you don’t even hear simon when he chuckles lowly and says, “no you’re not.”

but you do feel the moment when his fingers leave your cunt. you let out a sob, you were so close and the bastard removed his fingers before you could even cum. seething, you roll over onto your back with a glare directed at simon. and he’s just sitting there watching you with those stupid honey brown eyes of his that you love so much.

“i said i was sorry!”

“are you really?” he coos as he strokes up your thigh, his fingers getting dangerously close to your cunt.

“yes,” you whine as you try not to press up into the hand tracing patterns across your pubic mound.

simon hums softly as he gently knocks your sticky thighs apart and teases your glistening cunt with his cock. you gasp when the tip brushes against your clit, sending a jolt through your body.

“fuckin’ hell, princess,” he groans as he feeds his cock into you, stretching you out. “cunt’s still so tight….and so wet.”

and then simon’s fucking you dumb with a snap of his hips. every jolt of pleasure you feel has you arching off the bed like you’re being possessed. he’s pulling you on his cock, telling you how pretty you look and how you’re taking him so well. you’re nothing more than a whimpering mess as you meet his thrusts.

“please,” you wail as simon’s cock continues to brush against that bundle of nerves within your body. you’re being fucked so good you don’t even know what you’re begging for.

you can feel the way simon’s fingers spreads your puffy lips apart. he’s watching himself fuck you, watching the way his cock disappears in your dripping cunt, before it reappears, glistening with your juices.

“fuck,” he moans loudly, as he shifts forward to bury his head in the crook of your neck.

you soft cries fill simon’s ears as you claw at his back, your sharp nails dragging across his skin, leaving red marks that makes him groan loudly. both of you are so far gone. simon’s moaning like a whore and saying the filthiest shit in your ears. you’re so close to teetering over the edge from his cock dragging against your slick walls. you start to beg, huffing out please please please and simon thinks it’s so funny, if the bark of laughter in your ear is anything to go by. he lets out a broken moan when your cunt squeezes him so tight it makes his hips stutter. simon catches his rhythm again, never stopping the roll of his hips as he presses even closer to you, so you’re both chest to chest. simon’s cock is buried so deep in you in this position, you feel full. you can’t stop writhing and moaning beneath him.

simon ducks his head down to press a kiss to your lips. he drags his tongue along your bottom lip, silently asking you to open up. he licks right into your mouth the second you do. you gently yank him closer by his hair, before tightening your legs around him, the heels of your feet digging into his back as you moan in his mouth. the drag of simon’s cock against your walls will surely drive you insane.

“oh, fuck,” you choke out when simon shoves one hand between you two and rubs at your clit. you start to thrash a little when the pleasure becomes overwhelming. “please let me cum, i’ll be good.”

you want simon to nut in you like he always does. you want him to fill you to the brim, so when his cum slips out, he can shove it back in your hole with his fingers.

“yeah?” simon pants in your ear. “you gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”

“please, i need it,” you beg breathlessly, almost desperately.

simon’s thrusts suddenly become more frenzied at your pleas. he loves hearing you beg. he gets off on it, really. you let out a choked cry as he grinds into you, your cunt spasming around his cock as he pushes you over the edge. you and simon both moan in unison as he spills his seed in your fucked out cunt.

when you both come down from your highs, simon warns you that the next time you pull some shit like that, he won’t let you cum at all.

“i’ll bring you close to the edge every time, then pull out. you’ll never get what you want, sweetheart.”

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a/n: was gonna add some pussy licking but i forgot 😅

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x black reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #kyletogazwrites #this stressed me out a lil

[sirfrogsworth]

These folks watched a whole ass movie not realizing the main character was transgender and it was a 2 second kiss between men that made them lose their ever-loving minds.

It's amazing to me that if it weren't for those 2 seconds, many of these folks would have given this movie a 4 or 5 star review. But two seconds of the most vanilla, non-sexy, yet genuine and loving kiss somehow ruined every moment of enjoyment the previous 90 minutes brought them.

Imagine if they realized the trans allegory. I wish I had a way to tell them. I wish I had a way to make them realize they related to a trans character. That they rooted for them. That they accidentally empathized with a trans story.

This was a beautiful movie. In every sense. I really hope between this and Spider-Verse, we can have a moratorium on every 3D animated movie using this style of character design.

It's time to let go of the rubber toy look.

I love Toy Story, but its success kind of doomed 3D animation to never take any risks. I thought maybe it was just a limitation of the medium, and perhaps it was for a time... but after seeing Love Death + Robots and Arcane...

I realized they can make 3D animation look however the hell they want now.

The rubber people were just risk avoidance.

"That's what people are used to and so we're sticking with it."

But the real beauty of Nimona was the story. I won't spoil it but the plot is pretty much, "If you get to know a trans person, you probably won't hate them anymore."

Not knowing any trans people is one of the biggest factors in anti-trans bigotry. And so this movie uses allegory to let an audience get to know a trans person. And you get to experience someone slowly start to understand what it is to be trans from an outside perspective.

It's sad that will probably be lost on those folks above because all they will remember is the kiss. Seriously, it was such a harmless, mundane, blink-and-you-miss-it kiss. But I'm hoping that others will take the lesson of this movie to heart. That you should get to know people before you judge them.

Part of me does wish we could tell trans stories without allegory. That we could just have overt trans characters. But I think this is the best representation possible right now.

It's crazy that Supergirl was one of the bravest shows as far as modern trans representation. It wasn't an edgy HBO drama trying to push boundaries. It was a family-friendly superhero show and they were just like, "Here is a transgender woman with superpowers and it's fine." And I loved that it was part of the character but it wasn't all the character was. Though I think they just missed the manufactured "moral panic" window where that choice would have been extremely controversial causing boycotts of Warner Bros. and whatnot.

My only complaint about Nimona was a small penis joke. It went by very quickly and many may even miss it. But I was surprised to see it in this movie in particular. Especially since those jokes can have collateral damage toward trans folks. With all of the positive messages, wasting a joke on body shaming was a tad disappointing. I mean, it was a fairly lighthearted "Is it cold in here?" joke. I don't want to make it sound worse than it was. But it still registered on my Richter scale of things that bother me.

Anyway, I wholeheartedly give Nimona a 5 out of 5. It helped me understand my friends on a deeper level and it was warm and funny and entertaining. There was a scene at the end that was so beautiful and heart-wrenching and I was crying my eyes out. The animation and the symbolism and the acting were just so perfect.

It's a shame Disney tried to kill this movie. But I am so glad it was allowed to exist despite that.

#long post #nimona #homophobia

[adams-angels]

Can you do one where Adam sees you as a place holder for his wives and doesn’t respect you ever but when you want to leave him he realizes just how much he truly cares about you and then like over course of a period of time (your choice) we forgive him :)

Thank you for listening ❤️

This was a fun one! I love a bit of angst. Can't get enough of the stuff!!

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Reader POV because I got a similar ask which I'll write as Adams POV

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It's all I ever asked for. To be respected. To be loved. It wasn't fair. Why did I have to be alone and wait for him while he was out galavanting around the heavens! How was it fair? He'd only ever sees me for sex. He wouldn't reply to my texts but god fucking forbid I miss one of his texts.

Or in this case ignore. I've had enough. I'm not being second choice anymore! So I texted him "we're done." I know it's cowardly to "break up" via text but it's not even like we were dating! I placed my phone down on my side table. I should of put it on silent. Why didn't I put it on silent.

Curling up on my bed, tears flowing from my eyes as I hear the vibration on my phone. He's either calling or text bombing me. I pick up my phone to see several missed called and about 20 texts already.

You think you're better than me?!

You're nothing!

I'm Adam!! I can get ANYONE I FUCKING WANT

YOU THINK I NEED YOU?!

I sob.

I must of fallen asleep during my crying of self pity. I stretch out my arms as I sit up only to see Adam at the doorway. I scream in surprise, falling off my bed hitting my phone off the nightstand in the process. "Adam?! What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" I yell at him.

He stands there, looming over me. "You want to leave me?" He asked, never had I heard him so emotionless. I tut as I stand up. "You say that like you cared." I retort, picking my phone up from the floor. "Don't look at that." He took a step towards me, reaching out but I pulled away. "Why? You next me nasty shit? Telling me I'm worthless? That I was lucky to -" he interrupted, "y/n, I'm sorry. I just want to know what I did wrong."

I can't help but sigh, collapsing on my bed, hair covering my face. "I just... I can't... I don't want to be a place holder for you." I can hear Adam moving closer, his wings dragging across the floor. "What are you talking about?" One of his hands land on mine. "I don't want to be someone you just use until you find someone better." His fingers interlace with mine as his other hand brushes my hair from my face revealing my teary eyes. "I just want to be... I don't know, Adam."

His hand cups my face and I just can't help but melt into his touch. "Be mine?" I shrug in response. Clearing his throat he clarifies, "no, I'm asking. Be mine." I can't help but look at him like an idiot, my heart skipping a beat. "What?" He recoiled. "I mean, maybe we could start again? Like.. properly?"

"You mean like.. date? What happened to "I don't date. I'm the first man. I have the first penis ever bla bla!"" He stares at me with a blank expression. "I don't sound like that." "You do." Adam brow furrows in what I can only assume is annoyance. "Whatever, y/n, please. I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me." Never have I seen him look so weak. So... Small? "I'll have to think about it." I can't tell if he feels relieved or worried. Maybe both. "H-how long will that take?" He asked with a hint of desperation.

"I don't know, Adam." I shrug. My words hung in the air. "I really care about you, y/n. You have to believe me, babe." He kissed my hand before releasing it. "Just.. uh... Delete those texts. I didn't mean any of it." I watch as he leaves my apartment. No through the door of course, no, he always had to leave from the balcony. I usually watch as he flies away. But not this time..

It's been about a month since I last spoke to Adam. I've seen him about. Doing his thing. It makes me laugh. When ever he notices me he freezes up. Just last week he was talking to Sera and as soon as he noticed me walk past he just stared. I swear I heard Sera say "earth to Adam."

Today I decided. I head towards his office, walking past several anxious angles. I heard yelling come from inside his office and then something smash. Before I could knock the door swung open and standing before me was a very frustrated Adam. His feathers were literally ruffled. "Y/n?" He was surprised to see me but his expression changed quickly as he remembered in was in the presence of his underlings. "Come in." He stands aside letting you in to his office. It was mess. I mean, I've seen it messy before but this was a whole new level. Documents everywhere, a smashed mug on the floor and coffee stains on the wall. "Bad day?" I commented he grumbled in response. "There are no bad days in heaven."

He slumps down on his chair, watching me as I walk over to his office window, opening it to get some of that heavenly fresh air in. "So... I thought about it." He perks up, sitting straight. "And?"

"and I'm willing to start again. Properly." I don't even get a chance to turn and face him before he's already darted from his chair wrapping me in his arms. "Fuck, thank fucking Christ. Don't do that to me again. Please." His wings surrounded us. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll treat you so much better." "Promise?" "Yes, promise."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

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[dirtyvulture]

The Inspection

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Sergeant!Reader

18+ only read at your own risk

Summary: It’s time for your first uniform inspection, and of course Natasha will not make it easy for you.

Word count: 2210

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

This is Part 2 in my Sergeant Beef series. Read Part 1 here.

“Where have you been?” Sam Wilson asks, almost knocking you down as he rushes down the hall. 

“Uh, just…Sergeant Romanoff wanted to see me,” you answer, tugging down the front of your shirt and making sure the button placket of your shirt lines up with your belt buckle and zipper.

“You spend a lot of time in her office,” Sam notes, narrowing his eyes at you. You shrug helplessly. “Well, whatever, just make sure you’re not late for inspection.”

You check your watch panickedly. You still have ten minutes, but you don’t have time to go back to your bunker and freshen up. Instead, you stop off at the bathroom, splashing your face with water and wiping off the brass name tag on your chest. You button the wrists of your sleeves, trying not to move too fast because of how tightly your biceps stretch out the fabric, but you prefer a tighter uniform because of how much bigger it makes you look. Making sure that all the creases in your uniform look extra crisp and lined up, you’re ready to head out when you suddenly double over like you’ve been punched in the stomach by an invisible man.

“Oh God,” you gasp, reaching for your belt and hastily undoing it. You pull down your pants, not even thinking about how you’re ruining the creases, and hear a low buzzing sound emanating from your boxers.

“You are not going to touch this or take this off until I say so. Do you understand?” Natasha says, pulling your cock through a tight silicone ring until it sits snugly at the base of your shaft. 

“Yes, ma’am,” you whimper, your eyes glued to her hands as they gently put your cock back in your underwear and zip your pants up. Natasha holds up a remote control.

“If you do well in your inspection today, I won’t keep it on for too long,” she says, and you gulp. “But no promises.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” you respond, standing on trembling legs. The cock ring isn’t even on yet and your head is already spinning at the thought of being completely at your staff sergeant’s mercy. 

“Good. Now get the hell out of my office.”

You feel the cock ring vibrating around you, strongly enough to make your dick swell to attention. The sensations practically take your breath away and you see a spot of wetness on your boxers already. 

How in the world are you going to get through an entire uniform inspection with this on?

You back into a stall to sit down on the toilet, barely able to stay standing, when the cock ring suddenly turns off and you breathe a huge sigh of relief. Natasha must be somewhere close by, unless the ring has unlimited range, which you don’t doubt. You pull your pants back up, doing your best to rub out the new wrinkles on your thighs, but not having the capacity to care for long. You don’t want to be late to the inspection.

You practically run down the hall to the classroom where the inspection is being held, finding many of your colleagues already waiting there.

“Where did you go off to now?” Sam asks, coming over to you. “And why are you so sweaty?”

“I…I…just don’t feel too well,” you say, which isn’t a complete lie.

“You better go lie down after this,” he responds. “Tell Sergeant Romanoff to leave you alone for five minutes,” he adds with a chuckle, but you’re not laughing. While your cock ring is off for now, you already have a feeling Natasha is going to turn it on at the worst time imaginable.

Everyone lines up and stands at attention just in time for the brass to stroll in with heavy footsteps: Captain Rogers, Staff Sergeant Romanoff, Commander Hill, and General Fury. They break up and start going after individuals, nitpicking the tiniest specks of dirt or invisible wrinkles on their uniforms. 

You stare straight ahead as General Fury approaches Sam, clenching your jaw as the general tears your friend a new one, knowing that you’re about to be next as he goes down the line. 

“Sergeant Y/N!” General Fury barks. “What are you smiling at?”

The color drains from your face. “Sir, I’m not smiling, sir!” you shout, continuing to look straight ahead.

“You think it’s funny that Wilson has dandruff that’s flaking all over his uniform?” General Fury asks.

“Sir, no, sir!”

“You better start sharing your shampoo with him, or he’s going to have a greater snowfall than the Swiss Alps!”

“Sir, yes, sir!” You think your jaw is going to crack from not laughing, but you hold it back. General Fury moves down the line and you relax, having been spared from his intense scrutiny. Suddenly, the vibrating in your pants starts again and you squeeze your legs together, trying to subtly move your cock into a position where the ring isn’t affecting it so much, but it’s a waste of effort. 

“Sergeant Y/N!” Natasha shouts, the top of her head barely coming into your field of view because she’s shorter than you. You stare over her, clenching your fists tighter by your sides. Blood rushes down between your legs at the constant stimulation and you try not to let your panicked breathing show.

“What’s wrong with your pants, Sergeant?” Natasha asks, and for a moment you wonder if she’s asking about what’s inside of them rather than what’s on the outside.

“My p-pants, ma’am?” you respond, your voice cracking when the vibrating intensifies. You’re at full hardness in seconds and your cock pokes uncomfortably against the back of your zipper, threatening to split it open. Natasha steps closer to you and you can feel her breath on your neck. 

“You look like a slob,” Natasha says. “You’re setting a very poor example for your trainees, Sergeant.”

You don’t know if you should apologize or just keep your mouth shut. Sweat pops on your forehead as arousal builds in your stomach that you can do nothing to relieve. Your cock is aching for release so badly it hurts. 

You feel Natasha touch the pant wrinkles on your thighs, and then her hand brushes across your bulge on purpose and you almost explode right there. 

“Sergeant,” you choke, trying to consider your next words carefully, but the task is much more difficult at hand when you can’t focus on anything but the sensation of the cock ring. “Please, I–”

“What?” Natasha snaps. 

You swallow, noticing that your legs are shaking. “I’m sorry for setting a poor example, Sergeant!” 

“I’m not looking for an apology,” Natasha says. “I want to see you back in my office after this.” You go light-headed at the thought. Maybe she’ll have mercy on you, or she might be more ruthless than ever. “Tsk, tsk, Sergeant. Very embarrassing to fail your first uniform inspection. This is not going to look good on your record.”

“I’m sorry, Sergeant!” you squeak, but Natasha is already walking away. 

She doesn’t turn the cock ring off, but leaves it on at a lower setting, just enough to keep you throbbing and aching. 

“Why do you look like you’re going to pass out, Sergeant?” Commander Hill asks, attacking you next.

“I…I…” you respond weakly, not sure what to say.

“Stop locking your legs.” Commander Hill nudges your boot with hers, scuffing the toe, and you bend your knees exaggeratedly, trying to relieve the pressure in your groin. She offers you no other criticism and moves on. 

You can barely listen to Captain Rogers giving the entire room a verbal lashing on the importance of grooming and appearance, feeling like you are truly on the verge of passing out. You wonder if Sam or anyone else in your vicinity can hear the buzzing of your cock ring, but the layers of your boxers and pants muffle the sound. When Captain Rogers finally dismisses the group, you’re practically pushing people out of the way as you run towards Natasha’s office. As desperate as you are, you still take the time to knock and wait for her to let you in.

“Get in here, Sergeant Y/N,” she snarls from the other side, and you don’t hesitate to help yourself. Natasha is waiting on the other side of the door and she grabs you by the collar, roughly pushing you onto her couch. 

“You are such a disappointment,” she says, her hands clawing down your uniform and popping the buttons, misaligning the ribbons on your chest. 

“Please Sergeant,” you beg, all formalities going out the window. She straddles your lap and your hands automatically go to her hips, but she swats you away roughly.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” she snaps.

“No, ma’am,” you groan with frustration, keeping your arms to the sides and holding onto handfuls of couch cushions to stop yourself from touching her again.

“You’re an embarrassment,” Natasha says, pushing off the outer layer of your uniform and then yanking the white undershirt over your head and tossing it away. “Your superiors stuck their necks out for you to get approval for your promotion, and then you go and show up to your first inspection like a day-one recruit?” 

“I…I’m sorry, ma’am,” you pant. Her hands are hot against your bare chest, and her hand wraps around the chain of your dog tags, jerking your neck up at an angle where you’re forced to look into her fierce green eyes.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” In her other hand, she holds up the remote that controls your cock ring. “I hope you know that I’ll have to punish you for your performance today.”

“I know,” you squeak, although privately you wonder if she’s humiliated you enough today. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, and you are not to cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?” Natasha says, with the same authority she uses when addressing the recruits.

“Yes, Sergeant!”

“Don’t let me down more than you already have.”

You watch while holding your breath as Natasha undresses herself, then undoes your belt and zipper, pulling your pants and boxers down to free your cock. Even you’ve never seen yourself so hard before, the tip a dark red and leaking pre-cum, the veins on the sides visibly pulsing. You hold back a moan when Natasha takes you in her hand, stroking you lightly and you bite on your lip to focus on not cumming already.  

The cock ring vibrates harder, causing your hips to jerk off the couch. You desperately try to keep still as Natasha glares at you, not speaking as she lines her entrance up with the head of your cock. You already know that the combination of the cock ring and being inside of her will be too much for you; you’ve been teased enough today and have been on edge for hours. If Natasha is going to punish you for cumming too early, you’re completely willing to accept it at this point.

“S-Sergeant,” you pant, quieting the second she sinks down on you.

“Oh fuck!” Natasha moans as you fill her, your size stretching her out pleasurably. Your thighs flex as you use every muscle in your legs to keep yourself grounded on the couch. Natasha lifts herself until only your head is inside of her before she slides down again, taking you all the way until she can directly feel the vibrations of your cock ring against the insides of her thighs.

“Sergeant, I can’t,” you beg, the coil in your stomach ready to snap at any second.

“Yes, you can,” Natasha demands, yanking on your dog tags like they’re a leash. The metal bites into your neck and the pain is just enough to keep you from tumbling off the cliff. “I get to cum first.”

“Y-Yes. Yes, ma’am.”

Natasha bounces on your waist, using you like a toy of her own, as you lay there, tensed to your breaking point trying not to cum before she says you can. Your pre-cum lubes up your own cock and the vibrations from the cock ring stimulate her as well, so all you have to do is hold on long enough for Natasha to catch up.

“Are you going to fail your next uniform inspection, Sergeant?” she asks, moving her hips sloppily. She lets go of your dog tags, digging her nails into your shoulders. 

“No, Sergeant!”

“Good.” Her walls flutter around you and you know she’s close. “Are you ready to cum?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“Go ahead. I want every drop inside of me.”

Your vision goes white as you lose control, spilling into Natasha in hard, heavy spurts. Your entire body is shaking as you empty yourself and you don’t think you’ve ever cum more in your life. You don’t even notice Natasha reach her own orgasm at the same time you do, so focused on finally getting your release, that it isn’t until you’re slumped back on her couch, your thighs coated in your combined body fluids, that you realize what happened. 

Natasha gets off your lap, removing the cock ring and patting your limp cock. 

“I can’t wait to use this again,” she smirks.

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[kentosbabes]

Forgive me Father Nanami for I have sinned.

Cw: sacrilege, priest, corruption, oral and explicit sexual content

You sit down in front of him, the confessional booth feeling tight and humid due to the heat of the summer. “Go on.” His smooth voice drawls. You look down, ashamed- your voice quiet. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I was at a sleepover with some girl friends and the topic of porn came up.” You paused to better figure out how to finish your confession without Father Nanami believing you engage in sinful behaviour regularly.

Nanami was glad you couldn’t see him, adjusting himself. He could see you biting your plush lip, deep in thought through the crisscross pattern of the screen. “Do not fear, God will forgive if you repent, so do not leave anything out.”

You nodded to yourself, “I admitted to my friends that I haven’t watched it before and they decided to watch it on my TV screen. I’m not sure what overcame me but a heat started to grow down there. We watched it for a while and I started to rub myself with a pillow that was nearby because it was too overwhelming and painful to just sit there. I don’t know what happened Father Nanami. It felt so good. I excused myself after they turned it off to go to the bathroom but when I went in I saw my panties were all wet.”

You paused again, tears welling up this time, “I don’t want to go to hell Father, this is the first time I’ve ever seen that before.” The corner of Nanami’s mouth lifted into a smirk. He quickly schooled his face, “please, kneel and repent with me. Can I ask what about it made you feel so good?” All he could think was how pretty of a picture you look, looking up at him on your knees.

You thought about it, “The man started kissing the woman, down there… He started to tell her things. Dirty things, while he was doing it. Then he pushed his penis in her, she looked and sounded like she was enjoying it.”

“What kind of dirty things did he say to her, don’t worry sweetheart this is only between me n’ you.” Nanami was palming himself over his clothes while asking, trying to even his breath to sound normal.

“Ok… he started off by saying that he was rewarding her for being such a good girl then how good she was taking him, he would call her ‘his pretty little whore’ and other pet names like ‘beautiful slut’.” Nanami didn’t know he could get harder but hearing words like slut and whore from a girl who doesn’t even know what they mean is really jarring.

He just wanted to corrupt you. “Close your eyes and pray after me,” your knees hurting slightly from the cool tile flooring you have been kneeling on. The words of prayer and repentance come easily to you. So easy in fact you couldn’t hear the door opening and closing. You felt two hands start to massage your breasts and hot breath behind your neck. You reasoned that he must have a reason for this, and if Father forgives you then god is surely going to forgive you as well.

“I’m just massaging you to get rid of the devilish thoughts that have taken hold of you.” He whispered, it felt wrong but right. He could feel your heartbeat rise. His touches being more rough, circular motions making you arch your back. Swallowing a moan. Nanami notices this, “let me hear you, unless you aren’t repenting your actions?” He asks with a raised brow.

“Ah, forgive me, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee,” you started to whine, a mantra of apologies and moans of “Father Nanami” falling from your lips.

“You don’t seem to be repenting properly, perhaps I should help you.” He unzipped his suit trousers and hooked his finger around his boxers, painfully hard cock finally free. Nanami tugged on it, gracing the tip of his cock over your moving lips. “Did I tell you to stop?” Allowing those reverent words spill over his throbbing dick.

“I d-detest all my sins,” Nanami grabs your face with his index finger and thumb, opening up your jaw. He helped himself into your warm mouth. Giving a low, appreciative noise around him, it send vibrations of pleasure down his spine, your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as if you were worshiping him, as if you were seeking repentance from him.

Groaning, blonde stands of hair fall into his eyes. Tucking them behind his ears and rolling his eyes, lolling his head back- only to see religious stained windows. Nanami bucked his hips further down your throat, unable to stop himself with how good you felt with your mouth wrapped around him.

Tears were cascading down your face, you could feel spit flooding your mouth, and still he held you down. A lewd popping sound echos the booth as he takes out his cock.

“Please,” you whisper brokenly because you just need it so bad, need something.

“Repeat after me, I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee” Nanami started to pull your skirt down along with your white lacy underwear. He laid you down flat from your kneeling position.

His tongue laps all your fluids dry, his insatiable thirst no longer concealed. He doesn’t care anymore, you are the last person in the church due to the late hours and the booth is soundproof. Hearing you whines and moans made him even harder.

Nanami whispered out, “my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love.” You repeated after him, stuttering and stumbling through the words. The words hot on your pussy. You could feel him smile on it, his nose nuzzling your clit.

He gritted out, “God.” Your tainted body needing to be soothed and caressed by his pure and holy mouth.

“God,” you croak out slowly. “Oh fuck. Okay. Fuck.”

He pried open your legs wider, pausing. “Language or I’ll punish you in the name of his Holy Spirit.” You nodded and incoherently started to babble your apologies. You could feel a knot tying up in you, this is a first for you. It feels so good but the pressure is getting too much. You tangled your hands in his blonde locks, pulling him closer to you. He put in two fingers, you started to rock back and forth in a pattern with him.

Your nipples strained against the thin material of your top as he hummed against your clit, lapping it up and suckling it as though he was a man, starved. You shuddered, “I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more.” But sinning has never felt and tasted so sweet. You came on his face but what surprised you was him licking you to clean you up, not sparing a single drop. Then licking his fingers dry, all with a dark look on his face and in his eyes.

“I still feel like you have sin in you, to remove this I must go deeper. To protect the safety of your soul.” He monologued into your ear, you were scared but curious to what he meant by going deeper. Did he mean he would do like the man in the video and fuck you? You didn’t know if it was bad to crave a man so much you would risk going to eternal damnation but if that was the cost maybe you wanted to pay it.

You nodded, “I want you to use your words sweetheart,” he replied.

“Please, Father for I have sinned, please save my soul from damnation by going deeper in me.” You said with tears welled up in your eyes. His cock twitched at your language, “I am only doing my duties.” But my God what duties they are.

Nanami placed his tip at the entrance of your pussy, rubbing you. “Please, ah,” you bite your lip, “no more teasing I can’t take it.”

He nodded solemnly, pushing himself into you, “You’re so tight, fuck.” Your body began moving in tandem with his, he slammed into you from behind, grabbing and pawing at your hips hard enough to promise tiny bruises the following morning.

“Oh my god, you're such a good little fuck, shit.” You whimper quietly, shaking so hard now, and you nod. You’re a good little fuck, only for him.

Nanami thrusted up harder, the bulge in your stomach prominent. He leaned down, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses all over it. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, such a perfect little slut, it’s like God put you down here just for me.” You could hear the echos of Father Nanami’s grunts, his voice matching yours in breath in the booth.

His cross necklace dangling over you, the cool metal touching your breasts. Pebbling your nipples. His fingers slipping out of you and into your mouth, stuffing them full.

He brought his lips to your neck and started to kiss you, causing you to clench down and convulse on top of him. “Repent daughter of the church,” he gritted out. Your moans and whines turning him on, the idea that he, a symbol of good and purity, is corrupting you makes him closer.

“M’ cumming, I’m going to cum in you, May God free you from your sin.” He groaned, his head falling back giving you a view of his prominent Adam’s apple. He bit into your shoulder as he came inside of you, drawing just enough blood to make him moan into your back as his hands swept up your stomach towards your tits. You came with him, moaning pleads to Father Nanami and God.

Your breathing matching in synchronicity, “You will be back on Sunday to continue your repentance, you don’t want to go to hell do you?”

“No Father, thank you for everything. I’ll be back on Sunday.”

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JOHN: my one friend can't stop saying-

JADE: "see you in hell!"

JOHN: -instead of, "talk to you later," and my other friend can't stop calling things-

DAVE: "penis"

JOHN: -instead of "cool" or "good", so i just unironically uttered the phrase, "sounds penis, see you in hell!" as i got off the phone.

TEREZI: OFF1C14L SOUNDS P3N1S S33 YOU 1N H3LL MOM3NT

JOHN: wow, we fucking did it, boys and ghouls! penis prime time! i only wish my dad were alive to see this.

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Chapter 6, Unattached - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, angst (Bring on the Pain!), alcohol usage, dumbass Bucky, noncon kissing that becomes con kissing, so..., arguing, jealous!Pocket, posessive!Bucky.

Word Count: 5.4k

Previously On...: After Bucky left you alone in your room, not wanting people to get 'the wrong idea' about the two of you, you came to the horrible conclusion that you were in love with your best friend. What the hell are you going to do about that?

A/N: Wow, okay! So, first off, Chapter 6 is long, and it only has the one part, so don't worry if you go looking for more and the next thing you find is Chapter 7! Second, there's a lot of progress and updates on Unwanted I wanted to share! I am already well into writing Chapter 14, and have planned out the rest of the story. We'll have a total of 25 chapters, plus an epilogue (unless something strikes me creatively that throws the entire thing for a loop, then all bets are off). This beast, as it currently sits, is already 208 Google Docs pages long and just shy of 80k words, so final product is probably going to be novel-length, which just blows my mind. I want to give a special shout out to @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for being my beta and my sounding board; your help and support has been immeasurable!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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You stood in front of the doors to the common room, the low thrum of conversation and music filtering out from inside. Taking a deep breath, you tried for the umpteenth time to calm your nerves following your unsettling realization.

You had no idea how to approach this, how to approach Bucky. Do you tell him how you felt, in the hope that he felt the same way? But what if he didn't? Could you risk losing him all together? Or do you just keep on like nothing's changed, happy with what you have together? Would that be enough for you? Could you even be happy in a real relationship?

Why couldn't your mother have just been a decent human being and let you go to school like a normal child so you could have worked through all your awkward issues at the appropriate time, instead of saddling you with years of trauma and isolation that left you an emotionally stunted adult? God, you needed a strong drink and to talk to Nat, preferably in that order. Pushing open the common room door, you stepped inside, surveying the room with one eye out for Bucky, the other out for your friend.

It should have been of no surprise, then, that instead of either, you first spotted Jade Carthage. She was situated on a couch in the center of the room, like a queen on her throne before her court, and nearly every Avenger and agent with a penis was surrounding her, jockeying for her attention, even Clint who, you knew for a fact, loved his wife Laura more than life itself.

Your stomach dropped when, after one of the agents in front of the couch shifted slightly, you saw Bucky sitting immediately to Jade's left. And while it seemed like everyone else was clamoring for Jade to pay attention to them, she only had eyes for him. Jealousy coursed through you as she leaned in close, whispering something into his ear that had him throwing his head back in laughter. It was an entirely unpleasant sensation that you would be happy to never feel again. Especially because you knew you had no real right to feel it in the first place. You may have just realized you were in love with him, but he had made no similar declaration to you.

"Careful, you glare any harder, you're liable to bore a hole straight through him," Natasha said, coming up alongside of you.

"What if I aim for her, instead?" you asked, reaching for the tumbler of alcohol she offered you and taking a sip to distract yourself. It was like she could read your mind.

Nat shrugged. "So long as I'm not the one cleaning up the mess, I say have fun. But what happened to no-strings-attached, friends who happen to fuck?" Nat asked with a smirk. "Don't tell me you've grown strings, Pocket."

You looked away from the scene in front of you. "There might be some growing of string, in theory," you mumbled to her. Nat was the only person you had confided in regarding your arrangement with Bucky. Of course, your friend had been thrilled that there had been something going on between the two of you, but she'd been more concerned about protecting your heart-- was this the safest thing for you to do? You assured her at the time you'd be fine, but now...?

Nat's eyes widened as a grin took over her face. "Honey, that's fantastic!" She leaned in to give you a hug. "I'm so happy for you!" Taking in your forlorn expression, she quickly lost her good humor. "Why do you look like you're about to throw up?"

You cast another glance over at the couch. Jade was tracing her fingers along the golden veins of Bucky's vibranium arm and you felt like snakes were crawling through your stomach. "Because I don't know what the fuck to do about it, Natty," you told her with a sigh. "I've never felt like this before in my entire life and it's fucking terrifying; what if he doesn't feel the same way? Or worse, what if he does and I mess everything up because I'm so fucking damaged inside?"

Natasha looped her arm through yours, leaning into you. "Honey, first of all, you are not damaged. You've been through hell and it left its mark on you, that's true, but you've been so strong. We're House Martell, remember?"

You sniggered, remembering how, when the entire Tower was obsessed with watching Game of Thrones together and picking what houses you'd each belong to, you and Nat had been drawn to the words of the ruling house of Dorne. And also, Pedro Pascal, obviously.

"Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken," you recited from memory, a reminder that despite the obstacles life had thrown at you, you remained standing, stronger for what you had endured.

"Atta girl," Nat nudged you with her elbow. "And second of all, you don't need to worry about Bucky's feelings. Boy's obviously mad for you. Everyone can see it."

You drew your bottom lip in between your teeth. "I don't know, Nat. He's been acting strange lately. I tried to give him head earlier and he flat out rejected it." Come to think of it, that was exceptionally weird since, in your text exchange, he'd explicitly told you he'd been waiting in your room specifically for the purpose of getting off.

"Huh. That's... not like him." Nat tilted her head and looked over at Bucky, expression curious. "Did he say why?"

"He was real eager to come up here and get in the middle of that, apparently." You waved a hand in the general direction of the couch where Jade's little reverse-harem was still going strong. "I was getting on my knees and everything."

Nat raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"And then he made a really big deal about us coming up here separately. Said he didn't want people getting 'the wrong idea' about us if we arrived together."

Letting go of your arm, Natasha spun to face you, her face a mask of anger. "He said what now?!" she practically shouted, temporarily drawing everyone's attention to you. You looked around sheepishly as you tried to dismiss their stares.

"Nat," you begged in a whisper, "keep it down."

"Okay, okay, sorry." Natasha lowered her voice to a level only you could hear. "I'm sorry, but that's just complete and utter bullshit. Look, I know you guys think you've been in super secret stealth mode about hiding it, but pretty much everyone on the team knows you've been sleeping together. Hell, most of us placed bets on it." You opened your mouth in order to protest but she cut you off.

"If anything, it's weirder if the two of you don't show up to something together, so I don't know what the hell he's thinking."

"I do," you said morosely. "He doesn't want her getting the wrong idea about us."

"Pocket, don't even let your mind go there," Nat said.

"Think about it, Nat; I've been standing here for what, fifteen minutes now? And he hasn't even looked at me. When's the last time that happened?"

Nat's brows creased, her expression clouding over into something immensely sad for you, and you knew she was realizing what you'd already seen. In the last year, you and Bucky had been attached at the hip, nearly physically joined to one another, and if you were apart, your eyes were always scanning the room in search of the other's presence, seeking them out. The fact that he hadn't even looked for you, let alone come to you since you walked in, was telling in its own heartbreaking way.

Nat let out a heavy sigh. "Oh Pocket. Honey, I'm so sorry."

You shook your head, trying to dispel the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes if you kept down this path. "Don't Natty, please. I can't fall apart, not here."

"Yeah, okay-- you're right. Now is not the time. Come on." Linking her arm through yours once again, she directed you toward the bar where Tony was standing, whiskey in hand. "If anyone can talk you to distraction," she murmured as you approached him, "it's Stark."

You let out a startled laugh and let her guide you toward the man who had already saved you more times than you could count.

"Hey, kiddo; Romanoff." Tony saluted you with his glass and you did your best to smile back at him as you stuffed your emotions down as far as they would go. "What do you think of our new recruit?" he asked Nat.

"I think 'Weasel' would be a better fitting code name for her than 'Vixen,'" Nat replied with a sly smile as she took a sip of wine.

"Ah, saw the security feed, did you?" Tony asked her. Nat nodded.

"Watched it live as it happened. Wasn't going to leave my bestie without eyes on her six." She gave your arm an affectionate squeeze.

Tony hummed and glanced over to the couch. "Wish Cap had been as discerning as you. He refused to watch the feed; said it made him uncomfortable to spy on someone when they didn't know they were being recorded." Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Always the fucking Boy Scout," she murmured.

"So, how did the interview itself go?" you asked Tony, not really sure you wanted to know the answer, but feeling the need to punish yourself with the details, anyway.

Tony leaned back against the bar, resting his elbows on the polished wooden surface. "If it were up to me, we wouldn't even be playing this charade right now," he said, motioning with his chin to indicate the meet and greet. "Girl's a first-class bullshitter."

"Talent recognizing talent?" you asked with a wry smile that almost felt genuine.

He pointed a finger and winked at you. "Exactly. She talked a good talk, but it doesn't take much to see she's suffering from Big Fish, Small Pond Syndrome. She's in for a rude awakening if she thinks she's ready to swim in the ocean with the whales and the sharks."

"So, you're not going to offer her the probationary position?" you asked, hope rising pathetically in your chest. As if you could un-ring the bell.

"Oh, I didn't say that," Tony said as you deflated. "It's not all up to me. Though, given the fact that I personally fund this entire operation, you'd think it really should be, right?" At the look on your face he moved on. "Apologies, I digress. Anyway, Cap thinks it's only fair we offer it to her, seeing as how we don't have a ton of other options knocking on our door, and Fury's not going to get off my ass until we find someone." He sighed. "I think this entire exercise is a waste of time, and we should be kicking her out on her ass for how she treated you earlier, Pocket, but I'm outvoted."

"Thanks, Boss," you said softly, grateful at least that Tony could see through Jade's facade and took how she treated you seriously. Too bad your best friend couldn't offer you the same courtesy.

The timer on Tony's watch went off. "And that's the dinner bell," he said, putting down his glass. Clapping his hands, he called out to the rest of the room. "Attention Avengers, SHIELD Agents, and... whoever else managed to sneak in off the street! Dinner is served, so if we could all head to the dining room before the food gets cold and Raul quits on me, I'd appreciate it very much."

You held back as the crowd of people noisily moved to the dining room, hoping to catch Bucky's eye, but he remained steadfastly absorbed in his conversation with Jade.

"Come on, honey," Nat said as she took your elbow. "You can talk to him during dinner. You nodded and allowed her to lead you into the dining room. You and Bucky had sat next to one another, without fail, for every meal for the last year, the only exception being when one of you was away on a mission. You'd have plenty of opportunities to talk to him while you ate.

Normally, you all ate at one large table, but since this was a special occasion that required the attendance of a lot more than just the regular 13 members of your family (14, if Parker was around), Tony had the dining room arranged more like a restaurant, with a series of smaller tables spread out throughout the space.

You and Nat followed Bucky and Jade to a six-top where Steve and Sam were already getting ready to sit down, but you froze in your tracks when Bucky pulled back a chair for Jade, pushing it in behind her as she sat down before taking the seat next to her.

The air seemed to grow heavy, as though it weighed too much for you to draw it into your lungs and your chest began to hurt. How could such a simple action be causing you so much physical pain?

Steve, who had already been sitting at Bucky's other side at the head of the table, caught your eye and moved to get up to offer you his chair, instead, as though that could make up for Bucky's dismissal of you.

You subtly shook your head, not wanting to draw attention to the awkward situation you found yourself in. Instead, you made your way over to the only two remaining seats at the table: the one next to Sam that was directly across from Jade and Bucky or the one next to Jade at the opposite end of the table from Steve. Deciding it was better to be sitting across from Steve than either of the other two, you opted for the chair at the end, and Nat slid in next to Sam.

You cast a quick glance in Jade's direction and had to stifle a sick laugh-- she was physically coming between you and Bucky, quite literally.

Jade reached a hand out to Nat across the table. "Wow! Black Widow! It is so great to meet you! My name's Vixen; I'm a huge fan! I'm so excited for us to be working together!"

Bless Nat, she just stared at the girl with arms crossed across her chest, impassive and judging, until Jade slowly and awkwardly pulled her hand back.

"I take it, then, that you've deemed the Avengers good enough to be your backup team?" Nat asked without expression.

You did your best to cover the laughter that escaped from you with a fake cough, but you didn't try very hard to be convincing.

"What's this about, now?" Steve asked, leaning forward.

"Little Vixen over here," Nat began, leaning back in her chair until she was perched on the two rear legs, "was live-streaming this morning to her social media followers. Told them it wasn't so much that the Avengers were interviewing her to see if she'd be good for the team, but she was interviewing us to see if we'd be good back up for her."

Jade had the decency to look embarrassed for a moment before she turned to face you for the first time, anger taking over her features. "So, what? Didn't much take you for a tattler. You that intimidated by me?"

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but were interrupted by the sound of the legs of Nat's chair slamming back against the floor. "Pocket didn't tell me shit. I heard it straight from your mouth on the security feed. That and a lot of other interesting things."

"You're spying on her, Nat? Really?" Bucky spoke up. "She's our guest and she deserves a modicum of privacy, don't you think?" You stared at him, open mouthed, but he didn't spare you a glance.

"It was a part of her interview, Barnes," Nat spat. "Maybe if you---"

"Okay, Nat, Bucky," Steve said, using his official Captain America voice, "let's table this conversation for later and just enjoy our meal. Raul worked really hard on tonight's menu, so let's not spoil it for him, alright?"

Both Nat and Bucky grumbled their agreement as the catering staff brought out the first course and placed them on each of your plates. Normally, you loved when Raul, Tony's personal chef, cooked meals for the team; he always made sure to throw in something with lemon in it, knowing how much you loved the flavor; but tonight, your appetite was failing you and you ended up pushing more food around on your plate than you put in your mouth.

You couldn't help but steal glances over at Bucky, who continued to be wrapped in conversation with Jade. You tried to keep up with what the others were saying, occasionally nodding your head in agreement to something, but you weren't able to pay any real attention; your mind was elsewhere until you noticed Jade looking at you.

"You know, I have to say I'm surprised to see so many non-Avengers here. I got the impression that this group was... I dunno, elite? But it seems like you just let anyone in."

Steve laughed from the other end of the table. "Being an Avenger is a team effort, Vixen. Everyone plays their part. And besides, Pocket here's just as much an Avenger as I am." The comment took you by surprise, and you gave Steve a warm, appreciative smile.

"Thanks, Cap," you said, truly touched by his words.

"Well, she's more like Avenger-adjacent," Bucky amended, and all the warmth you'd felt at Steve's compliment vanished in an instant, leaving you feeling cold and hollow. The words shouldn't have stung-- it was how you had referred to yourself hundreds of times, but you tended to reserve it for your low moments, when you were feeling unequal to Earth's mightiest heroes. Hearing the words come out of Bucky's mouth, as if he, too, shared in your belief that you were inferior to the rest of them... well, that fucking hurt.

Steve let out a surprised laugh and clapped Bucky on the shoulder. "Pocket may not have enhanced physical abilities or powers or what have you, but she's got a brilliant mind. She's got a PhD in Mechanical Engineering and Computation from MIT, three Master's degrees, she speaks seven languages, she's got a black belt in Krav Maga, and she was the youngest Chief Technology Officer in Stark Industries history; all without ever having formally graduating high school. It's no exaggeration for me to say that I'd be dead a couple of dozen times over if I hadn't had her at my six. If anything, I think it makes her even more important than the rest of us. We're here because of the physical things we can do– primarily because of things that happened to us by accident; Pocket's essential to the team because of how she thinks, and the strength and quality of the work she’s willing to put in. We're replaceable, Pocket's one-of-a-kind."

You looked at Steve as if seeing him for the very first time. You had no idea he thought so highly of you, and his praise warmed you. You offered him a soft smile, your throat tightening with emotion and leaving you unable to express your gratitude. You mouthed a silent thank you instead, hoping that conveyed how much his words meant to you. He winked back at you in acknowledgement.

Bucky glanced back and forth between the two of you, as if analyzing your silent exchange. He coughed awkwardly. "I just meant that we try to keep Pocket away from the really dangerous stuff," he backpedaled, poorly, in your opinion. "Can't risk her getting hurt." He smiled at you, but you just stared back, expression blank, until he looked away in embarrassment. Good. Let him feel an ounce of the discomfort you’d been feeling this entire time.

Small talk resumed around the table, with Sam telling Steve about some new modification he was making to Redwing, and Bucky and Jade back to being locked in their own bubble. You did your best to ignore the little glances and gestures that Jade directed to Bucky, but it felt like your eyes were drawn to them like a magnet every time she touched him. Which seemed to be happening more and more frequently. You couldn't help but notice the way he leaned toward her when she spoke. Did he ever do that when he was talking with you?

"So, Bucky," Jade said eventually, her voice low and flirty as the caterers took away the main course, "handsome super hero like you, you seeing anyone?" Your eyes snapped up to Bucky's face, watching him. Surely he was going to look to you, make eye contact, something to acknowledge what was between you, to make you feel like you were in the same room, hell, on the same fucking planet as him. But he didn't.

"Nope," he said, running his hand over the back of his neck like he always did when he was feeling self conscious or nervous. "Not seeing anyone, though I'm not opposed to the idea." You had been stabbed in the abdomen on a mission once, and that had hurt less than hearing the words that had just come out of Bucky's mouth. It took everything in you to resist getting up from the table and leaving the room at that moment.

"Really, man?" Sam asked from where he sat on the other side of Natasha, his voice hard in disbelief. The atmosphere at your table had shifted. Natasha, Steve, and Sam all stared at Bucky with looks ranging from incredulity to flat out disgust. Bucky either was oblivious to the stares or was doing a great job patently ignoring them.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him anymore. It felt like a betrayal, the way his eyes had met Jade's and not yours. How could he sit there and just completely deny you like that? Had you been deluding yourself? Had you just been some kind of fuck toy this entire time?

The caterers brought the next course, a cold raspberry soup. You sat there, staring into space as you mechanically spooned the soup into your mouth, trying your hardest to appreciate the taste, but everything seemed bitter in light of Bucky's attitude, actions, and words.

"Could you hand me the water carafe?" Bucky asked. You looked up to watch Jade hand him the bottle of water. "Thanks, doll," he said, smiling at her.

You dropped your spoon, letting it fall into your nearly empty bowl with a reverberating clang. Your companions at the table stared, eyes wide as their gazes traveled between you and Bucky. In his entire time at the tower, he had never once called another woman 'doll.' It was a moniker he'd specifically reserved for you.

Or, it used to be.

You could tell the exact moment when Bucky realized he'd fucked up. His eyes locked on yours, the color draining from his face. He opened his mouth as if he was going to speak to you, but you'd had enough. Without a word, you pushed back your chair with enough force that it practically tipped over and exited the dining room.

You made it all the way to the elevator before you heard him calling for you.

"Doll! Doll, where are you?" You stabbed repeatedly at the call button, as if it would bring the car to you faster. You could hear his footsteps drawing closer, and you really didn't want to talk to him right now.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and you slid inside, turning to press the 'Close Door' button just as you saw Bucky turn the corner to the elevator bay. You were ready to breathe a sigh of relief at evading him until Bucky's metal hand shot in the diminishing space between the closing doors. You were trapped.

"Doll, didn't you hear me callin' to you?" he asked as he slid into the car with you.

You looked around, as if searching for another person in the car. "I'm sorry, were you talking to me? Should probably be more specific with your pet names, then. A girl’s liable to get confused." You were impressed that the words came out as hard and bitter as you felt inside.

Bucky flinched. "I deserved that."

You leaned forward to press the button for your floor before crossing your arms and glaring at him. "You fucking think?"

"Look, it just slipped out, okay? I didn't mean anything by it. It's not a big thing you needed to storm out over." You rolled your eyes at him, disgusted that that was the only thing he seemed to realize he'd done to offend you all evening. "Pocket, can we just talk about this?"

"Oh, now you want to talk to me?" you asked, jutting out your hip in annoyance. "Seemed like earlier today, you couldn't wait to not be seen with me, or do you no longer care if people get the wrong idea?"

"Alright," Bucky said, slamming his fist against the elevator's emergency stop button. You stumbled as the car came to a grinding halt. Bucky tried to put his hands on you to steady you, but you pushed him away. "What is going on with you today, Pocket?"

"What's going on with me?" you asked him, incredulous. "What's going on with you? You've been an ass to me all night, that is when you weren't acting like I didn't exist."

"How am I being an ass?" he asked, voice rising. "You're the one who couldn't even hold a civil conversation with our guest! It was embarrassing!" You recoiled as if he'd slapped you, backing away from him until your back hit the elevator wall.

"Wow. Okay then." You blinked heavily, telling yourself not to cry. You'd be damned if you showed weakness in front of him now. Bury the emotions, encase them in ice. "Sorry I'm such a fucking embarrassment to you, Sergeant Barnes. Now that I know how you feel, I'll make sure to stay out of your way so you don't have to put up with me." You moved to press the button to restart the elevator, but Bucky grabbed your wrist.

"Don't do this," he growled at you. "Don't hide behind snappy quips so you can shut down and avoid having a real conversation with me." You stared between his eyes and where he held your wrist in his metal grip. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but it was tight enough to keep you from breaking free.

His gaze softened as he watched you. "I never said I was embarrassed of you, Pocket. I just don't know why you had to be so rude to Jade at dinner tonight."

"Name one thing I did that was rude to her," you challenged.

"Okay," Bucky stuck out a finger as though he were about to count off all your grievous errors. "Let's see... You said... No, that was Nat... You were... okay, Steve said that... You said... No, that was Nat again." He looked up at you sheepishly. "So, maybe you actually didn't say anything during dinner, but not talking to her was still rude."

You scoffed. "You want to talk rude and embarrassing, Bucky? Do you know how embarrassing it was to have everyone staring at me when you pulled out my chair for Jade, or when my own best friend didn't defend me when she had the audacity to call me a fucking tattler? Like I’m some kind of fucking child?" Your voice was rising and you could feel yourself getting swept up in your anger. "How about the pity looks I got when everyone heard you lie about not seeing anyone, or when you called her 'doll'? Or when you told her I was 'Avengers-adjacent'? You think I'm the embarrassing one? You made me feel like an insignificant piece of shit tonight, Barnes. God, if it hadn't been for Steve saying what he said, you would have driven me to tears."

Bucky had been staring down at his boots as you'd been speaking, as though your accusations were too much for him to face head-on, but at the mention of Steve's name, his head snapped up, blue eyes like ice on your face. "Well, if Steve's such a hero, why aren't you fucking him, then?" he asked, voice clipped and bitter.

You yanked your wrist free from his grasp. "Maybe I should start!" you shouted. "At least he's not embarrassed of me and doesn't forget I exist when another pair of tits shows up!"

Bucky's gaze darkened and in an instant, he was on you, caging your body against the elevator wall, a hand on either side of your head. "Don't you even fucking joke about that," he snarled.

You jutted out your chin, refusing to show any sign of weakness, though his actions were beginning to frighten you. "Who says I'm joking? Sounds like a good idea to me; thanks for suggesting it." You moved to duck under his arm, but he grabbed you by the shoulders, pinning you in place.

His breaths were coming hard and fast now, as though he'd just run a marathon. His gaze darted between your eyes and your lips, as though trying to make up his mind about something. In the next instant, his mouth was crashing down on yours, his tongue demanding entry.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and Bucky took that as his invitation, deepening the kiss with a primal fervor. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him. For a moment, you were stunned, unsure of what was happening. But then instincts took over – he was kissing you, really kissing you. Your stomach fluttered and your heart hammered in your chest.

One of your hands ran through his hair, while the other gripped his shoulder for support. His hands had somehow migrated beneath your shirt, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin at your sides. You returned his kiss with as much intensity as he gave. But then suddenly, as if waking from a dream, you remembered why you were angry with him. You pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss.

You were both panting, and despite your attempt to put distance between your bodies, Bucky leaned down, resting his forehead against yours as he fought to catch his breath. "Don't," he whispered hoarsely, his voice heavy with an emotion you couldn't quite place. "Don't sleep with Steve."

"You realize how incredibly infuriating you're being right now, don't you?" you asked. "You can't just treat me like that, ignore me all night in favor of someone else, then kiss me and try to tell me who I can or can't sleep with."

"I know, Sweetheart," he said, nuzzling your nose with his, "I know and I'm sorry, but please, promise me: no matter how angry you are with me, don't sleep with Steve. You wanna fuck someone else to piss me off? Go fuck Sam, Thor, Rhodes, hell, even Parker. I'll hate it, but if it's Steve, it'll fucking kill me."

"Your signals are all over the place tonight, Buck," you sighed, letting out an involuntary moan as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck and sucked at your skin. You had to pull away before he turned you into a babbling mess. "If you think you can just kiss me into oblivion and I'll forgive you for everything you've said and done tonight, you better think again, because that's not happening."

Bucky ran both his hands through his hair, sending it pointing every which way. Then he pressed the emergency stop button again, letting the elevator resume its journey. "I know I owe you an explanation, Pocket," he said. "So, can we go to your room and talk? No interruptions, no one else, just you and me, okay?"

You studied him, considering. A part of you was still so angry at him that you didn't want to hear him out, but the part of you that loved him hated the idea of leaving things in a bad place. In your line of work, you never knew when your next goodbye might be your last goodbye.

"Fine," you said, dropping your shoulders with a sigh. "We can talk, I'll hear you out, but I'm not promising forgiveness."

He smiled, his eyes bright once again. "That's all I ask, Sweets. That's all I ask."

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[abbyshands]

YESSSS, imma piggy back on what you said real quick. Most people understand the concept of sex and the basic acts of sexual intercourse by middle school/the age of 12. It’s really not that hard to grasp and whether they’ve indulged in those certain acts or not doesn’t change the fact that they most likely know what it is.

So when people try to pass it on or even justify it as “well it’s an innocent reader/mc” or even “it’s just fiction” it doesn’t matter, you’re writing about someone and/or something in a childlike connotation. Who is actually saying or responding to “oh my cunny this” or “my private parts this” 🧍🏾‍♀️ Like be actually so real please. I’m telling you dude some of them like children and don’t wanna say it.

Don’t get me started on that “corruption” shit either cause a lot of y’all (whoever this applies to) are openly admitting to wanting to “ruin someone’s innocence” in your writing and it’s not cute like yall think it is😭

tw // pedophilia, csa

for fucking real. for the “corruption” kink, to be honest, it’s bearable as long as it isn’t to the degree of an overly innocnet “adult” reader, who may as well be a baby/child. but let’s be so serious: you’ll have had sex ed classes in high school if you’re an adult, regardless of “innocence,” etc, or religion, per say, because that seems to be an excuse people use to play off a “pure” reader who’s really more childlike when it comes down to it. you can be a virgin, “pure,” think sex is immoral, blahblahblah, while knowing its core fundamentals, and the basic concept. there’s no reason in hell an adult reader shouldn’t know where their clit/hole is, where a penis is inserted into a vagina, what cumming is, how sexual intercourse works as a general consensus, etc. there’s no reason your reader or your main character should be yapping ab a “cunny,” “clitty,” “private/princess parts,” “potty,” etc. are you fucking kidding me?

and then people are seriously bending over backwards to defend it? i mean, let’s be real, you’re not earning any points here. why are you defending a phenomenon where people find sexual pleasure, sexual arousal, in behaving like a baby/child during sexual intercourse? does that not sound unbelievably repulsive, or have i lost all common sense? i mean, fucking honestly. people need to get a grip. quit playing off coquette-ified pedophilia as a kink, because as a csa survivor, as someone who has seen what it’s like to put your trust into an adult as a child, then have them violate the shit out of you sexually, you fucking repulse me. i’m sick of seeing it all over my home page and it being so goddamn normalized. it’s triggering and i find it absolutely horrific. weird isn’t even the word: people. are fucking. sick.

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[roosterforme]

Caught in the Act | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When you arrive home early to find Bradley in bed watching a dirty video, you're only a little surprised to find it's the one you made together.

Warnings: Fluff and smut

Length: 1500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order! This was written for a request!

As you drove home from Sunday brunch with your friends, the bright sunlight hit your engagement ring and made you smile. You'd only had it for a few weeks, but you loved looking at it. You loved thinking about Bradley when you looked at it. 

Last week, Bradley tried his best to make hot sauce to show his appreciation for you. You quickly followed that up by making a dirty video with him to show him your appreciation. He'd been healing nicely since his crash, and you had been using the promise of a video as motivation for him to keep up with his physical therapy exercises at home. 

So a few nights ago, right after dinner, you whispered, "Wanna make that video tonight, Roo?"

He had been practically jumping around like a golden retriever. "Hell, yes, Baby Girl!" He pulled you against him and sloppy kissed your entire face, already hard against your belly through his gym shorts. "You ready now?"

You looked down at your sweatpants and threadbare tank top, and it just made you love him even more. Because he sincerely wouldn't have cared if you wore your 'house cleaning clothes' in the video. 

You still giggled about it now as you pulled into the driveway next to the Bronco and grabbed your leftover food from brunch. You'd let Bradley finish your French toast, and then maybe take a shower together. 

When you unlocked the front door and set everything down in the kitchen, you could hear some noise coming from the bedroom. You were home a lot earlier than you usually were after brunch, so you took your shoes off and went to check on your fiancé. 

As you walked down the hallway, the sounds of people moaning greeted your ears. You almost tripped as you tried to get to the bedroom faster, only to find Bradley laying in bed naked, jerking off.

You stood in the doorway, gaping as he watched a loud video on his phone and stroked himself with his right hand. His penis was rock hard, and the tip looked red and wet as he groaned loudly.

"Are you watching porn?" you asked casually, and Bradley dropped his phone directly onto his abs as he scrambled to sit up.

"Sweetheart! You're early!" he rasped, searching around the bedding for his phone which was still playing the video.

You giggled. "It's okay if you're watching porn, Roo. I'm not going to get mad."

"I'm not!" he insisted, still searching the rumpled duvet for the phone.

You just rolled your eyes and climbed into bed with him, digging his phone out to hand it to him. And that's when you heard your own voice coming from the phone. 

"Roo! Fuck me harder!"

You looked at his phone screen to see that he had been watching the video the two of you made, and when you glanced up at his face, he was blushing a deep pink. The video played on, and it was currently a shot of Bradley's dick sliding deep into your pussy before he panned up to your bouncing boobs and then your face as you begged him for more.

He took the phone from your hand and paused the video, looking like he wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry. 

"You were jerking off to us?" you asked softly. When he just nodded in response, your eyes dipped down to see his cock was hard and twitching against his thigh. 

"It's not porn," he insisted, voice deep with conviction. "Not really."

You bit your lip and tried not to laugh again, because he still looked so stunned. Then you slowly started to crawl the rest of the way across to bed toward him. 

"It's okay, Roo," you reassured him. "You can keep touching yourself. And you can put the video back on if you want." Then you added in a soft whisper right next to his ear, "You've watched me touch myself before."

He swallowed hard and grunted. "Yeah. It's so hot."

You kissed his cheek and mustache softly. "It's hot when you touch yourself too, Roo." You took his right hand in yours and guided it back to his hard length. You helped him ease his hand up and down, your gaze catching on the pretty bead of his precum. 

"Or..." he said, and you looked him in the eyes. "We could reenact the video, Baby Girl."

You licked your lips and kissed him before dipping down to lick the tip of his cock clean, swallowing the taste of him as he moaned our name. 

"Yeah, let's do that," you told him, pulling your dress over your head and tossing it aside. You were in just your champagne colored bra with matching underwear, and Bradley was reaching for you. "Maybe we should start with the part where you called me your bratty little slut while I sucked your cock?"

Bradley hissed as he guided your head toward his dick. "Please. My bratty little slut gives the best head."

You moaned as you wrapped your lips around him and teased his tip with your tongue. Then you slid him further into your mouth until you were practically gagging, but Bradley was holding your head firmly in place. Just like he had done in the video. 

Then he released you and stroked your cheek as you withdrew him from your mouth, and a messy string of your saliva dripped onto him. Once again, he guided your mouth down around him, deep enough that you were struggling before easing up. He loved getting sloppy head; you knew this and let him have it all the time. But the video reenactment was making you so wet, you were going to need him to fuck you soon.

"Can I take another video?" he asked while you licked his balls. 

"Yes," you whispered, kissing his inner thigh as he started recording you in action. "Who am I right now?"

"My bratty little slut," he told you, his voice deep as his cock pulsed in your hand. 

"That's right. And what am I good for?" you whispered against his balls before licking up his length. 

"Taking my cum," he replied, thrusting hard into your mouth as soon as you had his tip on your tongue. Soon you were gagging and gasping as he fucked your mouth, and tears were prickling behind your eyes. Just as they were starting to water, Bradley pulled you away from his cock by your hair. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as he made your scalp sting.

"Now ride me," he demanded, and you were whimpering as you straddled his hips, pulled your lace underwear to the side, and sunk down around his length. 

"Oh!" you gasped. "I needed you." You bounced up and down on him, nearly forgetting he had his phone out; he just felt that good. 

You leaned forward to kiss him where he was laying propped against the pillows. "Am I still your bratty slut?" you asked, your lips bumping against his as you got closer and closer to what you needed.

"No, you're my Baby Girl," he reassured you, rubbing his fingers down the back of your neck and underneath your bra strap. You tipped your head back and he kissed along your neck and the tops of your breasts. "And I love you."

You rode him just like this as he told you how perfect you were. When you started to clench around him, he growled, "Now take my cum."

And you did. Of course you did. He filled you up as he bottomed out inside you, and Bradley made sure to record his cum as it dripped out of you and made a mess of your underwear and his thigh. 

"I love you, Roo," you promised him before he stopped the recording.

You eased yourself up his body so you were laying cozy against his chest, and his strong arms wrapped around you. 

"Are you glad I came home early?" you asked, and Bradley's laughter made you bounce a little bit against him. 

"I am, Sweetheart. Because now I have two videos of you to keep me warm while I'm deployed. I'm going to tuck them away and cherish them and keep them safe for the next time I'm really missing you."

"If you play your cards right, I might agree to make another one eventually," you whispered against his collarbone. 

"I'm very good at cards," he assured you. "I think you liked that it was our video I was jerking off to."

You bit your lip and looked up at him as he glared down at you. "Duh, Bradley. You make me feel like a princess."

He reached down and swatted your butt lightly. "Mostly a brat."

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Thanks for reading this! I thought it would fit nicely into their story here! Maybe they will make another video at some point...

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[urm0o0m]

"You Belong To Me"

Synopsis: You were in a cult. A cult that was led by Geto Suguru. Although some people wanted to leave and others just lived, you were die-hard. You’d do anything this man said. If he told you to jump, you’d jump and touch the clouds. Suguru noticed this and decided to reward your “good behavior” as you were also at the age where you had to get married and bear children.

Content Warning: Cult ideations, Impact play/slapping, fingering, riding, sorta brain rot, edging, Virgin reader!, begging, praise, degradation, crying, marking 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

You suck in a deep breath of air, trying to steady your hands. You stood there, in front of these two big wooden doors dressed in a version of Oiran attire. White face make-up, extravagant hairdo and accessories and your best kimono paired with the wooden sandals that boost your height. You push open the door to see your leader, Geto sitting on the ground on top of a mat. You walk into the room, the door closing behind you. You bow your head, sitting down opposite to him.

“y/n” Suguru says and your face grows hot. “Yes My Lord?” A smirk plasters itself on his face. “So you’re at the age where it’s time for you to marry and bear children for the sake of our beliefs” You swallow and a frown makes its way onto your face before returning to a smile. You couldn’t see yourself with anyone, let alone give birth to children. “I suppose so My Lord” Geto smiles at you before saying “We will be sure to find you a suitable mate” Your face cringes at the sound of being married.

“What’s the matter y/n?” Suguru asks. “Nothing My Lord” You say, head hanging low. Geto’s hand reaches for your chin before pulling your head up, his eyes locking with yours. “Do you not wish to be married? Did you not vow to give your everything including your body when you became a part of this family? Didn’t you?” You swallow again before nodding. “Is it that you believe you are too good for any of the men here? That you-” “N-no My Lord I would never-” His hand grips your jaw. 

“Do not speak out of turn again.” You nod. “I bet you believe that your body is a temple and that it belongs to you and you only. But I hate to break it to you but your body belongs to me. Am I understood?” You nod. “Speak” “Y-yes My Lord!” Suguru rises and helps you stand as well. You stand before him and you feel your kimonos bow being loosened, the clothing falling to the ground. Geto takes his clothes off and you finally realize how goddamn sexy this man is. 

Your eyes begin trailing down his body and you finally see his hard-on. You almost begin drooling at the sight of his cock. You haven’t seen a guy's penis before but you know that his size is not average. Geto looks like his erection would split you in two if he put it in. Hell, you don’t even think it would fit. Geto grabs your hand, guiding your naked body to the futon that resides on the floor. The raven-haired male lays you down, his lips finding yours.

 As you both kiss, tongues dancing a sinful dance, his hands begin to roam your body, fingers dancing upon your skin before they reach your thighs. Your thighs finally part, allowing him to reach your core. “God y/n. Your fucking soaked” You blush, looking away. “I’m going to treat you properly. I might even make you my wife for your obedient behavior” Those words go straight to your cunt. Now you have to show off and do your best for him. You wanted to be his wife after all. 

You were the only person who you thought really deserved him. But if he didn’t feel the same and married you off to someone else, you’d do it. You’d bear your husband's children. All for the sake of your esteemed leader. Before you realize it Geto’s finger slip inside of you, causing you to moan out. His free hand covers your mouth. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you moan like a slut? If someone came in here and saw this you’d be ruined. You wouldn’t be married. Imagine that disappointment to your parents” 

You swallow, nodding and he smiles, his fingers curling up and pressing into your g-spot. You groan, trying to keep your noises to a minimum. You whine before feeling your back arching up. God you felt so embarrassed with how fast you were coming undone. You never even came this fast when you touched yourself but it’s just something about his touch that made you feel like you were losing your mind. Your breathing becomes shallow and your legs start to shake when Geto pulls his fingers out of you. 

“Already going to cum? I haven’t even been fingering you for ten minutes pretty girl” You whimper before saying “P-please~ Don’t t-tease me My Lord” Suguru slaps you before saying “I’ll do whatever I please. Who are you to stop me?” You groan before saying “I-I’m sorry My Lord! You just m-make me feel so good” He smiles, his fingers going back to working your g-spot. Your eyes begin to water as you try and hold in your orgasm. “You’re not allowed to cum. Not yet. I want you to hold it, baby. Just a little longer then you can cum all over my fingers”

Your legs begin to shake and your back arches. Tears slip from your eyes as Suguru’s free hand rubs against your clit. Your nails dig into his muscular forearm, leaving small marks in the shape of little crescents from your fingernails. “I-I don’t think I can hold it anymore! Please just let me cum for you!” Suguru chuckles against your neck. “Come on, beg a little more. I like it when you beg” You groan, trying to keep your composure and try not to focus on the overwhelming pleasure ripping through your body. 

You find yourself grinding against his finger and  he slips them out of your cunt again and you whine. “Didn’t I tell you to beg for it y/n?” You swallow, nodding your head. “I mean if you don’t want to cum then-” You shake your head. “N-No! Please My Lord I…” Your voice trails off. You can’t believe you were going to say something this lewd. “P-please let- let me cum for you My Lord. Let me make a mess all o-over your fingers!” Suguru laughs before slipping his pointer and middle fingers back inside of you, his thumb adding pressure to your clit.

Your eyes widen as you feel your orgasm growing closer and closer, Geto momentarily edging you making the feeling that much more intense. You groan out, trying to stifle the noise of your moans somehow. Suguru’s hot breath tickles your ear as he whispers. “Let go. Let go and cum for me my pretty obedient whore” Your back arches off of the futon and your orgasm washes over your body. 

Geto takes a moment to absorb this moment. The look on your face. God, He could look at you forever. Your tear-stained cheeks; flushed out face; chest rising and falling. Suguru slides his fingers out of your cunt, inserts his fingers into his mouth, tasting your ecstasy. Without warning, Geto pulls your shaky thighs apart without needing to use much force and he aligns himself up with your slit, causing you to panic slightly. Suguru takes notice of the panic engraved into your face.

“What’s the matter?” He inquires softly. “I-I’m not… I don’t think it’s gonna fit” You say, rather anxiously. “I’ll go slow at first, let you get used to it. Or I might not. All depends on how tight your pretty pussy is” You shudder as Suguru’s tip pokes at your hole, causing you to pull away slightly but his grip on your waist holds you in place. “Just relax Doll. As long as you keep still and let me put it in, I’ll make you feel really good. Alright?”

 You shudder as his tip pokes at your hole. Geto slowly slides the head in, causing you to immediately tighten around him. “Relax your body, Love” Suguru says, as he stops himself from moving anymore. You relax, but that doesn't make it easier for him to push inside of you. Suguru begins to grow impatient, completely bottoming out inside of you, tearing your hymen. You scream out, body convulsing as you find yourself unable to focus on anything but the pain. Geto places his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams and whimpers.

“Shh. It’s okay baby. You wouldn’t let me in so I had to” He says, his fingers stroking the side of your face. Geto’s hand then trails down your body, reaching your clit and slightly rubbing it. The mixture of pain and pleasure causes you to see stars. “S-so good~” You whimper, as your chest rises and falls rapidly. Suguru groans, trying not to pick up his pace. Although due to the tightness of your cunt, it slowly weakens his resolve.

You find your hips slightly bucking up at the feeling of his tip slipping into your cervix with each thrust, practically knocking the wind straight out of your lungs. Both the pleasure and small hints of pain that had begun to fade from the original intrusion began to fade, leaving only pleasure in its wake. You knew his cock was ruining you. Your cunt would be stretched out to fit him and only him. Your eyes momentarily roll to the back of your head and Suguru grabs your throat, forcing your eyes to assume their normal position.

His fingers grips the sides of your throat, watching as your tits bounced with each hard thrust.  Your breathing grows heavier, paired with your quivering voice as you whimper out “P-please!~ I wanna c-cum for you Sir!” Geto releases your throat, laying down and pulling you up, allowing you to ride him. This position made you feel so full. With your hands grounding you on his chest, you found your hips moving on their own, bouncing up and down, the lewd sounds from your ass hitting his thighs.

You moan, biting down on your lip as you try to keep quiet but good God. Geto’s dick was hitting all the right places. You don’t think you’d be able to cum the same way. Not after this. Your cunt begins to squeeze around him as your orgasm begins building up again. Your fingernails begin to dig into his shoulders. Suddenly, Suguru’s hands grip your ass, holding you in place and fucking up into you. Your eyes begin to water as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you. 

“Come on slut. I want one more orgasm from you” You begin to shake your head, not being able to focus on the hedonism that has clouded your mind. Truth be told you wanted another on, hoping it would be as gratifying as the last but you couldn’t seem to focus properly. Geto hips stop, leaving you frustrated and confused. “W-why’d you stop Sir? Am I n-not doing a good enough job for you?” Suguru chuckles before saying “Didn’t I tell you I want another orgasm from you? When I want something your top priority must be what I wish for. So what’s it gonna be y/n?”

You swallow before saying “I-I can try” Geto shakes his head. “No. That isn’t what I asked for. I want one and you will give me one” You nod your head before saying “Y-yes Sir” Your hips begin moving on their own, not giving him a chance to thrust up into you. Your cunt begins to squeeze around him, as you try to focus on the orgasm beginning to form between your legs. Geto groans before saying “That’s it. Now I just need you to cum for me, pretty girl.”

You nod, legs beginning to shake as the knot starts growing tighter and tighter. Your breathing begins to grow shallow as your hips begin to grind against his pelvis area, providing you with more stimulation. Suguru groans, as he tries to keep himself from moving to give you an opportunity to focus and create your own pace and to make yourself cum on his cock. “Mmm…’m gonna cum~!” You say, gradually picking up speed. “Go ahead. Take yourself there. I want to see how pretty you face looks when you cum on my cock”

You momentarily stop, pleasure taking over your body as you convulse, having your first full body orgasm. You try to lift off of his dick but Geto holds you down, refusing to let you go as his cock begins twitching inside of you. Suguru lays you on your back, slowly fucking into you as your body writhes in ecstasy.  After a couple of slow and deep thrusts, Geto finally reaches his own climax, growling in your ear, his grip on your hips sure to leave bruises in place of his hands.

Suguru slowly pulls out of you, watching your cunt grip around nothing. He sees his cum beginning to leak out of your cunt. Geto gradually slips his fingers back inside of you, pushing his cum back inside of you. “Don’t waste it whore. I was kind enough to cum inside of you. You should be grateful” You swallow, nodding as you can’t form coherent words just yet. Suguru chuckles.

“I think I might end up marrying you Doll. I might have to fuck you again some other time to make the final decision”

Word count: 2,274

Start date: February 12, 2024 3:49 PM

End date: February 23 2024 8;25 PM

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru #geto suguru #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto smut #geto #jjk geto #kenjaku #Spotify #cult leader

[highdefhoetry]

Behind the Blindfold, ch. 4 [Gojo Satoru x reader]

tags: NSFW!!! female reader, jealousy, possessiveness, marking/biting/hickies, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (vaginal), tickle kink, creampie, finger sucking, big dick, aftercare, exhibitionism, hair pulling, doggy style, overstimulation, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, post orgasm torture, size kink, size difference, reader is short, gojo is feral af and a bit sadistic

summary: after a big argument fueled by jealousy, gojo satoru is determined to prove you wrong.

word count: ~4,477

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“Hey! (Y/N), wait!”

Heavy footsteps echo behind you as you rush through the crowded streets of Tokyo. You push your way past unassuming people, simmering quietly as you make your stormy escape. You hear someone calling for you, but the sound of his voice only serves to ignite you further. You pretend not to hear and keep going.

“I said wait, god damn it!”

You dip into a nearby alley and find yourself at a dead end. Shit. The footsteps that had been following behind you for the last several blocks pause, and you sense a foreboding presence behind you. You swing around to glare at Gojo Satoru, who’s staring back at you from behind dark tinted glasses with an uncharacteristically serious expression. He had barely broken a sweat during the chase, despite how quickly he was walking to keep up with you. Your attempt to run away had been futile.

“You’re a real piece of work. You know that?” he rubs the back of his neck, rolling his head backwards from side to side. “How many times am I going to have to chase after you like this?”

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” 

Your voice is sharp and full of venom. He shoves his hands into his pockets, the corners of his lips turned down in displeasure.

“Calm down, firecracker. Why are you so angry all of a sudden?” he whines. “You’re more worked up than usual.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” you snap back furiously.

“Okay, okay,” Gojo puts his hands up in an act of surrender, letting his sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose. His radiant blue eyes peer over them, studying you intently. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re so pissed off.”

“You know exactly why,” you spit back, trembling a bit from anger. “I should have known you’d pull something like this. I should have never gotten involved with you.”

“Huh? What on earth are you going on about?” annoyance begins to seep through his voice. “What the hell did I do?”

“I fucking saw you, Satoru. With my own two eyes.”

“Saw me what?” His volume increases, and you sense his own patience is wearing thin. “Spit it out already. I’m tired of this damn guessing game.”

“You were flirting with her! Right in front of me!” the tears you had been forcing back finally break through. You feel a few of them drip onto your burning cheeks and quickly wipe them dry. Your entire body feels hot. You hadn’t realized how agitated you had become. How he always managed to get under your skin was beyond you.

“Flirting with who? ” he pauses for a moment, tilting his head to the side with brows furrowed. “...Hold on a second. You mean the barista?”

“Yes,” you hiss. “I saw you take her number.”

You shoot daggers at his perfect face while he gawks at you, taking a moment to process your words. Then, his frown slowly starts to fade. A slow smile creeps across his face as he looks back at you with an incredible amount of satisfaction, chucking quietly in that low baritone of his. 

That goddamn smile. It made it almost impossible for you to cling onto the anger. 

Almost.

“Ah. I see what’s going on.”

He closes in on you, taking advantage of the fact that you’re up against the wall with nowhere else to run. 

“You’re jealous.”

Lacking the energy to come up with a comeback, you simply cross your arms and scowl. He lets out a bitter laugh, shakes his head a little. 

“Well, I can’t help that I’m ridiculously good looking and charming. It’s not something I can control,” he says, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin. “But she’s not my type at all. I just accepted it to be polite. You know, because somebody is always on my ass about being nice to people?”

You scoff angrily, but a few seconds later, he pulls you into his embrace. He wraps his arms around your back, pulls you into his chest. It’s such a sweet gesture. You don’t have the heart to push him away.

“You don’t need to get all grumpy about it,” his velvet baritone melts in your ear, his breath tickles your skin. “I told you, you’re the only one I’m interested in right now. That’s why I asked you out on this date, no?”

He takes your chin in one of his big hands, then pulls your face up, forcing you to return his gaze.

“Have a little more faith in me. How many times do I have to say that I only want you?”

He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips, twirling his tongue with yours. You close your eyes, allowing the last tears you’d been suppressing to drip onto your cheeks. He catches them in his thumbs and wipes them away. You’re not fighting him, but still find it difficult to get into it. He senses your hesitation and pulls away.  

“You still don’t trust me,” he furrows his brows again, looking a bit forlorn.

A tinge of remorse stings your heart, but you remain silent. He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets once more before backing away. He looks towards the sky as if contemplating something, pondering silently for a few moments, then turns back towards you with a stoic expression.

“You know, I’m a patient guy, (Y/N),” he finally speaks. His tone is darker, more embittered. “But even I have my limits.”

He narrows his eyes to glare at you intensely. The sight of him barely containing his unbridled frustration fills you with both fear and excitement. Your heart skips several beats; you recognize that look. You knew what this meant.

Those wild, insatiable eyes. 

The way he’s purposely leering over you, a quiet reminder of your height difference. 

He could ravage you as he pleased, take you whenever he wanted, as he’d done many times before.

And he was about to do it again. 

Still at a loss of words, all you manage to do is stare back at him and watch as the sweet Gojo you’ve come to know becomes something sinister.

“What do I gotta do to prove myself, huh?” he towers over you as your back presses against the wall with that same crazed look in his eyes he had whenever he was about to take something, or someone, down. “Do I have to grovel at your feet? Kiss the ground you walk on? Tear my skin off so you can see me bleed for you?”

He slams his hand on the concrete wall beside your head and stares into your soul, locking those stunning baby blues with yours. 

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

You’d seen this side of him only once or twice, when the two of you were exorcizing a particularly difficult curse during one of your assignments. It was hard enough back then to focus on combat while you watched his fingers work their magic, curling and twisting as he used his jujutsu technique, reminding you of how skilled he was with his hands and how good they felt knuckle deep inside of you. His hair had been wild and unkempt as it flowed around his head. His eyes were fierce and untamed. His smile was wide and full of malice. He snickered as he worked, full of twisted pleasure as he tore the curse apart.

And now, his attention was solely on you.

“Maybe I’ve been too nice. Maybe I need to be a real bad guy for you to finally understand.”

Before you have a chance to respond, you feel one of his big hands wrap around your neck, holding you tightly in place. His grip is firm, but not painful. Your breath becomes shallow and frantic, and there’s nowhere to look but up. Your eyes meet his and his hands start to roam, slipping between your thighs to feel the warmth between them. His fingers touch your wet mound, then start to massage your swollen hood. He grins menacingly and lets out another dark chuckle.

“You like that, baby? You want me to be mean? You’re already soaking wet.”

His thumb traces your bottom lip, admiring its softness. You part your lips, inviting him inside, and he takes advantage of this invitation by shoving his thumb into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it, marveling at the taste and feel. It’s clean, soft, and a bit chapped from the dry air. Your mouth moves forward and backwards, reminding him of the talents of your tongue. His grin grows bigger, stretching his beautiful pink lips across his face.

When he can’t wait any longer, he pulls out his thumb and picks you up in a smooth, seamless fashion. He grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you into the air, pushing your back up against the alley wall while holding your legs at both sides of his waist. It happens so fast that you don’t have time to protest, to claim that you’re too heavy or that it’s too embarrassing. It’s like he’s carrying a basket of feathers; you’re practically weightless to him. Your legs dangle in midair for a second until they wrap around his waist as his thick, strong hands rest on your ass, cradling each cheek in his wide palms. There was no sign of strain or discomfort in his expression. Only an insatiable hunger, one that only you could feed.

God. He was so fucking hot.

“You want me to fuck you in front of her?” he growls into your ear in between the frantic neck kisses he’s peppering over your skin. “I’ll bring you back there right fucking now. I’ll show her how badly I want you.”

His mouth hungrily consumes you, his lips press themselves against every inch of your face. You’re caught between breathy gasps, sultry moans, and half-giggles. The sensations almost overwhelm you. 

Your hand sneaks around to the back of his head and grips it tightly. His teeth sink into your neck, causing you to cry out and dig your nails in his skin. They wander upwards, scratching and clawing his buzzed undercut, and once again you are blessed with the sound of his sweet moans. 

“Tell me who you belong to,” you demand, grabbing fistfuls of his silk hair, drunk off the beautiful, desperate noises he’s making. 

“You,” he grunts while humping against your mound. He’s rock hard; it won’t be much longer until he forces it inside you once more. 

“Say it louder.”

“You. I belong to you.”

“That’s right,” You cup his face, pull him in towards you until his lips meet yours. You whisper loaded threats in between each stolen kiss. 

“You’re mine. All mine. I’ll fucking kill anyone who comes near you.”

It’s intense. Even you frighten yourself a bit as you voice your internal thoughts. But this is what Gojo Satoru has done to you. 

“You’re scary, (Y/N),” he teases, laughing a little. “But it’s really fucking hot.”

You are starting to grow tired of words. Feeling brave, you run both hands through his hair, then yank it softly as you pull his head to one side. There’s a momentary look of shock on his face, but his confident grin quickly returns. 

“Taking charge now?” he chirps. 

You lean forward and whisper in his ear, mimicking all the times he’d done the same to you.

“I want the whole world to know you’re mine.” 

It’s subtle, but you see him shudder as your words wash over him.

You begin to trail a path of kisses from his lips to his neck. Once you reach the smooth, blemish-free skin, you begin to suck, lick and bite ever so gently. He makes a sudden noise that’s shockingly high pitched before letting out a long moan. You hear his voice shudder as you do it again, alternating between tender kisses and aggressive bites. Each time you pull away, you look at his pale skin and see another red mark in the shape of your lips and teeth. But the other side looks bare. You gently pull his head to the left, allowing you access to the untouched. Your lips meet his skin once more, your teeth leave indents as you nibble and suck. 

The sounds coming out of his mouth are heavenly. Like a chorus of angels warbling in the air. His voice flutters with every kiss, every bite, every new mark left that claims him as your own. His beautiful blue eyes roll back in his head as he makes sweet, fluttery noises, just for you.

“(Y/N)...” he murmurs, barely able to form coherent words. There was something oddly satisfying about seeing a grown man like him turn to putty in your hands. The greatest sorcerer in the world, brought down by neck kisses and hickies. And you were the only one who could bring him here.

You lose track of how many times you mark him, but when you’re finished, you trace each one with the tip of your finger. Admiring your work. Your marking has left him in a dream-like state; the only thing that comes out of his mouth is an airy, bubbly giggle. His skin quivers as your fingers trail across his neck. He’s just as sensitive as you are, if not more.

Your lips press against his, reawakening his desire. His hands grope your thighs. His fingers press deep into your skin, wanting to leave their own mark on you. 

He can’t wait any longer. He sets you down, back on your feet. Wobbly hands grab your panties and yank them down your thighs. The hem of your skirt rides up, and you feel a rush of cool air between your legs. You suddenly remember you’re in public; your eyes dart around to see if any passersby are peeping at your lewd act. He notices this and laughs.

“Oh, are you feeling shy now?” he derides. “I forgot. You like your privacy.”

You start to talk back, but your surroundings change in an instant, and once again you find yourself in a totally new space far from the dirty, rancid alley. Gojo and his goddamn cursed technique. He just had to show it off whenever he had the chance. 

You briefly glance around, and after a few seconds it dawns on you that you’re at his place. You’d only been there once or twice, but you recognize the smell of expensive cologne and the piles of black clothes scattered around the floor. The essence of Gojo Satoru.

He carries you to the couch and plops you down, then climbs on top to straddle you. He seizes your wrists, holds them above your head, then uses his free hand to poke and prod at your sides. It happens so fast, you have no time to prepare yourself for the electrifying sensations that shock your nerves. You scream, you laugh, you thrash around wildly as he torments your sensitive body more than ever before. All while cackling maniacally like some sort of evil villain. 

“Satoru, stahahap!” is all you can manage to spit out. 

“What’s the matter? You like this, don’t you?” he taunts, tickling you even harder. “I’m just getting you warmed up, sweetheart.”

“Stop, it’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“That’s right, baby. Beg for me.”

You feel like you’re going insane. He’s tickling you to madness, digging into your worst spots and tweaking your soft skin like he’s playing an instrument. Your laughter starts to sound like a hysterical melody. You’re struggling like hell to get out of his grasp, but the tickling has weakened you and eventually you resign yourself to laughing. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and he watches your futile attempts to escape with sadistic glee. You start to babble, pleading him for mercy, but all that earns you is more wicked laughter.

“You cryin’?” he taunts, wiping a tear off your cheek and licking it. “How cute. No mercy for you, though. I’m a bad guy now, remember?”

A moment of respite. You grovel, appeal to his sense of mercy, but in the end he ignores you and resumes his torment. His fingers dance across your ribs, following your body’s movements as you twist and turn. At this point you can’t even form words, and despite how much you’re shrieking and giggling it still seems like he’s laughing even harder. 

You’re not sure how much time passes. It could have been a few minutes, or half an hour, or longer, but he finally lets up, allows you to catch your breath. You take deep gulps of air, still giggling lightly when you feel his hand rest on your stomach. 

The momentary respite ends too soon. He slides his hands down your waist, rests them on your hips, taps them with his long fingers. The feeling makes you jolt, and the sight of you quivering under his touch amuses him further. He chuckles again, staring down at you with a crazed, feral look in his eyes. Your heart is thumping so loudly you wonder if he can hear it. 

“Turn around.”

It isn’t a request. He doesn’t give you any time to decide whether or not you’re going to be obedient or defiant, quickly flipping you over so he can gain access to what he wants most. He grabs your hips again and lifts them into the air, forcing your face into the suede cushions on the sofa. You feel his soft lips press against your cheeks as they plant sloppy, wet kisses and love bites across the seldom-touched skin. You cry out softly, overcome with pleasure and just the right amount of pain. Out of nowhere, his tongue flicks your taint, making you squeal and buck your hips forward. You had not been expecting that. He simply pulls your hips back, slamming them against his own before licking the hyper-sensitive area once more. All while stroking his fingers up and down your sides, putting you in overstimulation hell. The sounds coming out of your mouth are inhumane.

Several minutes pass, and he finally decides he’s had his fill of your suffering. At least for now.  Ready to be inside you, he yanks down his pants and boxers, throws them off to the side. They must have knocked over a lamp or something, because you hear a loud crash on the other end of the room. You turn your head to look, but don’t get the chance to see what it was. His hand pushes down on your neck, forcing you down once more while the tip of his cock pushes itself against your hole. You cry out when he shoves it inside. No matter how wet you are, his dick will always take you by surprise by its sheer size and girth. It feels so fucking good. It’s driving you insane.

The palm of his hand moves from the back of your neck to the lower part of your scalp. He makes a fist and pulls, softly at first to ease you into it, then with a bit more force. It forces your head back as he pumps his dick inside you over and over. It’s different from how he’s fucked you before. This time, there is no slow buildup or loving thrusts. Just him slamming his cock deep in your hole with rapid, deep strokes. 

His other hand is gripping your waist, gently squeezing it every now and then to mess with you. Each time you feel that tickly feeling, your hole clenches around his member, coaxing more feral grunts and moans from his beautiful lips. Your back arches, your ass cheeks slam against his hips, your voice grows hoarse from the guttural moans emerging from your throat.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he croons. “Your perfect little hole is mine.”

“Satoru! Aaaah…”

“You want me to fill you up, sweetheart?”

“God, yes! Yes! ”

A few more strokes, shoved deep inside of you, and finally he comes. And he comes hard . He lets out one more loud groan before busting a load inside you, filling you once more with warmth and satisfaction. His cock twitches as it rests inside you; his moans grow softer, quieter. He stays there for a while, and you relish the full feeling his giant cock provides. When he finally pulls out after several seconds of cockwarming, you feel his seed dripping out. It soaks the cushions below. 

But he’s not done with you yet. He manhandles you again, turning you over so you’re on your back and your legs are wide open, giving him full access to your cunt. His head dips down. His lips press against your throbbing clit. His tongue dances and twirls around, then his mouth consumes you completely. You’re already soaking wet, full of his cum and yours, and the intensity of his tongue movements are pushing you over the edge. You grip the fabric of the couch and arch your back, losing yourself in the ecstasy of his touch. 

It takes quite a while for you to reach the edge, but he works you over with steadfast patience. He chuckles as he listens to you whimper and moan, and doesn’t resist when you grab his head and shove his face further down. His expert tongue and soft lips send waves of pleasure through your body, never ceasing even after you climax. Ecstasy courses through your veins. Pleasure vibrates through every nerve ending. You throw back your head and practically scream. You’ve never come this hard before, not with anyone else but him.

He’s not finished. As you’re panting and heaving, he slips one finger into your hole and slowly pumps it back and forth. Still writhing from the earth-shattering climax he just gave you, there’s little you can do but cry in frustrated pleasure. With one curl of his finger, he brings you to another climax, this one much more intense than the last. Your entire body arches upward. Colors and shapes explode in your vision. Your mind is starting to go fuzzy, but he still doesn’t stop. When the second orgasm has finished washing over you, he sticks in another finger and curls it up. Then he does it again, and again, and again…

With sweat plastered across your forehead and skin flushed so deeply it feels aflame, you whisper quiet pleas to your merciless lover.

“Satoru…” you splutter in between haggard breaths. “No more…”

He simply grins at you in response, devouring the sight of you with his voracious six eyes.

Ten long fingers rest on your hips, stroking them lightly. They crawl up your sides, then back down again. They follow your body’s movements while you thrash wildly, laughing and screaming in octaves you never knew you could reach. Every light flutter, every feathery claw feels like an electrical surge on your skin. All those successive orgasms have left you insanely sensitive. It’s the closest thing to torture you’ve ever felt. Gojo watches you with cruel satisfaction, laughs maniacally when you try to beg for respite. It’s unhinged, the way he’s giggling so cutely while making you suffer. Part of you is scared he’ll never stop. Part of you hopes he never will.

Fortunately, he does. After god knows how long he finally lets up, although he keeps his hands on your waist and his eyes focused on you. You can’t imagine how you must look; your eyes are bleary from all the tears he’s forced out, and your hair is strewn wildly about your head from all the struggling and wild movements. Your skin is warm, your throat feels dry. He damn near killed you with this little game of his.

He senses your exhaustion and stands up to grab you something to drink. He’s back in a split second, pressing the glass of cold water against your lips.

“Drink,” he commands, and you obey without protest. You finish the whole cup in a few gulps. 

He pushes some of your hair out of your face, strokes your cheeks gently before kissing each one. His lips meet yours, and once you pull away he takes you in his arms and cradles you as you lay against his chest.

“Fuck…” you finally speak once you’ve regained your strength. “You’re a goddamn monster.”

That makes him laugh. He hugs you a little tighter and plants a kiss on your head.

“Are you still upset?"

"Upset about what?"

Oh. Right. You'd forgotten all about that. He smirks victoriously, proud of himself for getting one over on you once more. Asshole. But you don’t have the energy to say much else. Instead, you close your eyes, ready for a fucking nap after all that stimulation, but something stirring on the other side of the room gets your attention. You lift your head up, scanning the place for the source of the sound before your eyes fall on the figure sitting in the corner. The same corner you had heard that crash earlier.

A look of horror crosses your face as the realization hits you. 

Someone else was in the room.

And she’d seen the entire thing. 

It’s the barista from the coffee shop. The one you had accused. The poor girl gapes back at you both in disbelief and confusion, frozen with panic.

“Satoru!” you shout. He erupts into laughter, finding great amusement in your shock.

“Don’t worry. She’ll probably think it’s some sort of dream or vision,” he says in an attempt to console you. “Anyway, give me juuuust a second…”

He stands up, walks over to the young woman, then places a hand on her shoulder. They both vanish from your sight, and a few seconds later he reappears.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you shout again, earning another chuckle in response.

“I told you I’d fuck you in front of her.”

He hovers over you, his face so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your cheeks.

“Next time, believe me when I tell you how I feel. Then we won’t have to play these silly games.”

You gawk at him for a long time, a million thoughts running through your mind. You want to scold him, tell him off, rip him a new asshole, but god. You’re so damn tired. And you can’t argue when he’s looking at you like this, with his big baby blues full of affection, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Two big hands cup your cheeks, brushing away the last of your sweat and tears. You close your eyes, and a soft pair of lips kiss your eyelids and forehead. When you open them again, his beautiful face greets you with a gentle smile full of adoration.

Gojo Satoru was a fucking enigma. The more you got to know him, the less you understood. But you were past the point of no return.

As you found yourself lost in those eyes of his once more, you knew there was no going back. 

#jjk smut #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru #minors dni #merry christmas ya filthy animals

[munsster]

hi! could u please do smut on billy hargrove where the reader and him are very close friends and she wants him to take her virginity please 🥰🫣

nightingale

A/N: sometimes all u need is a very attractive close friend to take your virginity (gif cred: @julie-thefatones) IT ENDS SO CHEESY. DONT BOTHER ME

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: Billy can’t resist when you beg him to take your virginity. 2.5k words.

Warnings: smut, mdni, 18+, billy hargrove, mild slut shaming, virginity/loss of virginity, possessiveness/jealousy, pet names (doll, babydoll), cursing, sex talk!teasing, fingers in mouths, gagging, discussion of his penis

In all honesty, Billy didn't think you were a virgin. He wouldn't have bet a cent on it. Not that he thought you were a slut or especially promiscuous or anything like that. He just figured you'd done it before. You're self-assured as Hell, and that's typically not a characteristic of someone who's never fucked or been fucked. At least, not in his experience. And Lord knows he's got plenty of it. So, in all honesty, when you beg him to take your virginity, it comes as a surprise.

"I'm sorry—what?"

So much of a surprise that it rouses a hearty laugh from the thick of his chest. It doesn't register that that 'please' was as genuine and whiny as a bitch in heat. It doesn't register that you've got your palms wrapped around his wrists and that you frown at his patronizing sense of humor.

"Well, if you don't want to, I'll find someone else to do it."

"No," and that contemptuous laughter stops hard in its tracks, "Never said I wouldn't do it." Because—and he'd die before admitting it, but—the thought of your legs wrapped around someone else's waist, your nails raking down someone else's back makes him physically ill. You're his girl. Have been since the day you pitched a dead-on fastball to the Hawkins dunk tank target just to see him flounder into the shallow pool.

Billy crosses his arms over his chest, still trying to swallow the fact that he would be the first one to ever lay hands on you like that and to that degree. He sizes you up with those steely blues just to make you feel small. But it doesn't work; it never works on you. Hence the whole virgin debacle. It's gotta be celibacy, right? There's no way you've never done it. Sure, you're a pain in the ass, but who doesn't love a good lookin' challenge?

Your eyes light up, and you're back to bouncing onto the balls of your feet—"So you'll do it? You'll fuck me?"

"Jesus Christ, sounds so vulgar comin' outta your mouth."

"Yeah, yeah, but you'll do it, right?"

"Sure, yeah, whatever. I'll do it."

"'Whatever.' You can say no—"

"Yeah, and I suggest you zip it before I leave you to some pervert with sweaty hands and a fuckin' combover," he grumbles, and you know he's joking, but you also know Billy's mean enough to mean it. You stick your tongue out at him and grin when he copies you and all is right with the world. Except for the fact that you're walking around with your virginity in tact.

"So what, you want me to take you out to dinner first or somethin'?

"Nah, nah, just... yunno... the dirty work—"

He shakes his head. "Alright—"

"Lay it on me, Billy, gimme that weak-in-the-knees treatment—"

"You're so fuckin' weird."

"I can't hear you, Billy Hargrove's gonna pop my cherry—"

"Gross." He shoves his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket, scraping his boots along the concrete towards his car, ignoring the annoyed looks from a what looks like a group of sophomore girls.

"Wait—!" You jog a few feet in front of him and stop him before he can reach for the shiny silver door handle. His cold eyes swoop across your cheek with a determined flicker in them that contests your own. "Gonna ask me when I'm free?"

He scoffs. "When are you free?"

"I dunno—"

"I don't think I've ever worked this hard for a piece of ass—"

"Shh! Just... would you play along? We're literally discussing the well-being of my sex life here," you jab, dramatic as ever leaning back against his car door with your arms crossed and your brows raised.

"Fine," he huffs, "How 'bout I swing by around... seven? The sun'll be set, and—"

"That sounds perfect. I'll see you at eight!"

You flit away with a grin, seemingly satisfied to have secured one more part of your future. Meanwhile, Billy's ducking into his car, flipping his zippo open-shut-open-shut compulsively to distract himself. Heart racing a mile a minute like he's the one with the pretty laugh and the soft hands and the virginity. How the Hell are you still a virgin?

Billy sat outside your house in his Camaro for half an hour, too stressed to smoke but too eager to go back home and take it out on some dumbbells. By the time he makes it to your front door, he's dripping sweat like he's fresh off the racetrack, and you ask him if he's okay like you care. Like he's here for anything more than a quick fuck.

He waits in his boxers for you to change in the bathroom, standing at the end of your bed and glancing over all of your posters. And the unlit candle on your desk. And the stacks of books in the corner. The trinkets and jewelry and stuffed animals and personality. The sun sinks lower and lower until the room is dark blue, the only source of indoor light a small, warm bulb plugged into the wall socket.

You come up behind him and scare him half to death with a cold hand on his shoulder. Only cold because he's overheating because he's in your bedroom because he's about to do the thing he's drooled and schemed over since the first time he saw you in a bikini.

"Don't go tellin' people about this, alright? Could be bad for business."

"Okay."

You're standing in front of him, batting your eyelashes in the dark, settling into the floor wearing little to nothing. Just a thin white bra and old panties. And for the first time, you seem small. Like you're trying to shrink in on yourself. And his nerves dissipate just enough for him to smirk to himself. He never thought he'd be able to make you nervous. That's one less bullet on his bucket list.

He can see your catty eyes flicking across the bare expanse of his chest like a bowl of warm milk. Like you'd dip your tongue in and lap at his ivory surface until the dish was clean. For the first time, he feels exposed. And he thinks he'd like to get used to it.

He also never thought your silence would fill him with such unease. You shift weight from right to left slowly, breathing deep and chewing the inside of your cheek. And your entire body goes stiff when he shuffles closer in the darkness.

"Feelin' okay?"

You nod.

"Hmm. One to ten?" he murmurs.

You mull it over and blow a puff of hot air up against your forehead.

"Considering I'm about to have mind-blowing sex, I feel like I should be at a ten."

He cocks a brow. "But?"

"But..."—you wring your palms, nervously feeling over the tendons and knuckles, like you're gauging their existence one more time—"I'm really fuckin' nervous," you huff.

He remembers that feeling. Not because he felt it at the same moment or for the same reason, but because it's the exact way you feel at the crest of a rollercoaster just before you plummet. The weightlessness of your stomach, the way your brain sort of short-circuits regardless of how great it is to fall. It's easy to forget the drop was the whole reason you got in line in the first place.

"No need to be nervous, babydoll. I'll be nice. Won't even bite," he says with a taunting shrug, "Unless you ask me to."

You cast your eyes down and drop your arms to your sides. He tilts his head, desperate for you to look back at him, for you to devour him with a look like that's all he's good for.

"What now?"

You take a deep breath.

"Thing is... I think I'd be okay if you weren't so nice this time around. If that makes sense," you sigh, shoulders slumping just a little further, "Just... treat me like one of your other hookups, you know? I mean, I'm not askin' to be slapped around or anything, but I'm not exactly made of glass."

Billy chuckles and his heart is beating so fast and all he can grumble out is: "I can work with that."

You beam up at him, catching the spark of the nightlight and reaching for his hand. It gives you a golden halo and sheds soft amber across the angles of his face. The slop of his nose and the tops of his cheeks a burnt yellow.

"Ready?" he hums.

You nod. "'M ready."

He dips down with all the sweet intentions in the world, only for you to tilt away. His lips meet your cheek, and even then, you feel the curve of a grin. He presses another to your temple, and you weave your fingers through the wild locks at the back of his head.

His nose nudges the soft shell of your ear as he whispers, "Still want me to take your virginity?"

You nod and he pulls away, curling his fingers into the back of your neck like a mother to its disobedient kitten. You coo and rest both hands on his chest, blinking hard when he grits his teeth into a smile.

"Say it."

"I—Billy," you say, shivering when his pinky brushes along the top of your spine.

"C'mon, don't go all quiet on me now. We're just gettin' started."

"Billy, please, I want—"

"Ah-ah."

"I need—I need you to fuck me, Billy, please take my virginity."

"That's my girl."

My girl, my girl, that's my girl. Billy. It’s only a whisper but it sends you both reeling; only his reeling is gritted teeth and yours is fluttering lashes. Sweet versus sour with his hand patting your hip and your fingertips ghosting over his skin.

"Knees."

"Billy—?"

"On your knees. Won't ask again."

"But I've never—"

"Shh, I know, just... trust me," he whispers. And as you lower to the floor, he realizes it's more than he's asked of anyone. It's more than anyone's offered. He's been violent and unkind—untrustworthy. And that kind of reputation makes people like you untrusting. Except, not people like you. Just people. Not you.

Admiration and lovesickness clouds the logical part of his brain, and in a panic, he slots his fingertips between your soft lips. You hold his wrist when he leers down at you like a cat. He coos softly above you when your tongue wets the pads of his fingers without a word more. If only your mouth was the problem. If only shutting you up would release your talons from his heart. No, you're locked in and you don't even know it yet.

"Billy," you cry, peeling his spit-slick fingers from your mouth and wiping at your cheek when you gag. He's ill over you, filled with thick and sugary warmth, forgetting how hard he is and how close your mouth is to his thighs.

"Sorry. 'M sorry, come to the bed." His thumb swipes across your jaw when you stand and settle into your mattress. Oh, and the way the moonlight washes over you is sinful. The way you're so close to being two bodies in baby blue. Instead of you and Billy and your virginity, you'll be together and defiled. Debauched and unwound.

You can't understand his sudden tenderness when he pushes the crotch of your panties aside and palms at himself. Why he leans down to nip at the soft and wet of your labia. Then glances up at you like heaven.

He rears back when you squeal, shocked at your awkwardness and sensitivity in his hands. And before that, it had felt natural. Like he had wanted to and was urged to. But you'd been none the wiser. And now you're tensing up at his touch simply because he couldn't keep his teeth to himself.

"Feelin' shy?" he says.

You let out a harsh breath that might've been a laugh if you hadn't gripped his shoulder and cooed. "Quit bein' mean, Billy. Skip to the good part."

He chortles and shakes his head, rubbing his thumb around your clit while shuffling out of his boxers.

"The good part, huh?" he huffs. He'd crack another joke if he could—if he wasn't distracted by the desire glistening over his fingers and your supple inner thighs. Wet and tempting especially because it's you.

He feels bad when you hiss but can't help himself from nudging deeper and closer in your tight warmth. You whine and whine about how thick and full and good it feels, and each little mewl beckons him closer until he's pressed to your chest, mindlessly drooling down your neck. If you'd let him, he'd lay this close for hours. With your hand on his neck and holding his waist while he drives his hips against yours.

The way you whisper his name against his ear makes him shudder, drill into you deeper, roll his hips wider. He'd foam at the mouth if it weren't for his ideals. Though, now, even those were slipping from him by the minute.

Love had never crossed his mind before. Maybe if his mother wasn't such a distant memory, it'd be a more prominent factor in his life. Maybe if he had someone to look after. Someone to look after him. Love was never a question of choice before, but now, while you're holding him in your careful arms and peppering kisses like freckles to his cheeks, maybe it could be. He could choose to stay this close forever and promise to be yours. His hard won reputation disintegrates when you lay your fingertips on him.

It all starts to feel a little raw. A little hotter and wetter and harder. Soft collisions turn to thuds, snaps, jolts. To keep him grounded in his ways, to keep him keen and wild. Your mouth hangs open at his cheek, your arms draped over his shoulders. You lie limp in his taut arms like he'll take care of you. Like he has any semblance of bedside manners. The rawness turns to tenderness, and you whine about the searing pain with a hand in his wet curls.

"Burns a little, Billy," you chirp, tilting your head back with a gritted smile.

"Drippin' down my leg, babydoll. Just a little longer," he grumbles. You nod. His back curls almost unnaturally. Animalistic and seemingly impervious, he cracks his hips against yours until the wet slapping fills the room and your headboard threatens to snap from the foundation. Your back arches, and you yelp when he slaps your thigh and groans in your ear.

"Atta girl," he sighs, pulling away and giving a few solid thrusts, as a makeshift goodbye kiss. Still licking his lips, but this time with the marks to show for it. He wears the hot pink from your nails down his back like armor, slowly pulling his soft cock from your cunt and rucking his boxers up to his hips.

"Jesus Christ," you huff, throwing your arms above your head. "You're fucking insane."

"And you're fucking tight. Poor guy's gonna need a couple'a days to recover."

"Oh, boohoo."

Billy slips back into his shirt and winks, "Don't worry, babydoll, he'll be ready for round two in no time.”

"Fuck you."

"Just did."

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A Through Z with Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru x Reader

can also be read here on AO3

Word Count: 32,359

Synopsis: Snippets of your life as it is turned upside down by Gojo Satoru

Warnings: AFAB reader descriptions, Smut, penis in vagina sex, vaginal penetration, cunnilingus

Annoyance

If anyone were to ask Gojo how he felt about you, his personal assistant, he would answer, “An annoyance.”

It wasn’t your anxiety talking, it was something he said out right and frequently. The man’s tone cared an edge, his disdain dripping from every word when he was forced to acknowledge your existence. He held nothing back, often spitting out his annoyance when you were just a few paces away from him. Gojo Satoru hated you and he made sure to let you know at every moment. It was a wall between the two of you, a silent fire that he stoked to keep you at an arm's length. 

You couldn’t blame him, you weren’t exactly the best assistant. Asthmatic, out of shape from your previous office job, and no ability whatsoever to fight cursed spirits. The man frequently snapped at you as you trailed behind him, wheezing and clutching whatever new cramp had developed. Even with his eyes hidden you could see the irritation that bled from them. 

“Fucking annoying.” was a phrase you were used to, the words merely making your shoulders slump.

An annoyance was the perfect way to describe you if you were being totally honest with yourself. By all rights, a person like you shouldn’t exist.

Up until your late 20’s, you had lived a normal life. The highschool to college to office job pipeline was one you fell into with ease. It had been a decision made for you and you hadn’t fought it. After all, the society you lived in was simple: go to school, get a job, get married, have kids and then die. There were no cursed spirits, no gorgeous men with nasty tempers. Just a 9 to 5 and a small apartment. It wasn’t an exciting life, but it was simple enough and you were happy.

Until one morning, on a walk to work that should have been just 17 minutes in the winter chill everything changed. It was a walk you took every day with no issue. Despite being late you had been in a good mood, fully excpecting the lecture from your boss, then a smile and an offer of coffee to start the day. But the fates had other ideas and a car slipped on a patch of ice. Later you would find out it was a curse’s doing. A true, wrong place, wrong time moment. Had you been on time, you would have read about the incident, shaken from the possibility of being injured but forgetting it within days. 

Waiting at a red light, you had been too close to the street, not really paying attention to your surroundings. Habit, being too comfortable, is what pulled you from your normal life.

You had heard the car before you saw it, the screeching whine at first confusing you. And then it hit you, literally. The side of the car swiped you with enough force to send you into the light pole you had been waiting beside. Your head had slammed into the cold metal, the odd metallic sound of bone and metal clashing ringing in your ears. 

For a moment your vision went black and in the few seconds that it took for you to regain your senses, the barrier between being a human and being a jujutsu sorcerer fell. 

You had been thrown onto your back and when you sat up, fingers shakily swiping at the blood dripping into your eyes, hell had erupted. At least that's what it looked like. 

You had blinked, head throbbing as you faintly tried to decide if you had died or if you were still unconscious. Twisted, demonic shapes filled the streets of Tokyo. Some small, others absolutely massive. A majority of the writhing forms you could see congregated on the car that had hit you. The vehicle had been stopped by another light pole, dark smoke spilling from the crumpled hood.

You couldn’t tell if the driver was alright, too many shapes writhed around the car for you to see. They whined and howled, a cacophony that drilled into your aching head. Hand pressed to the cut on your forehead, you had blinked once, then twice, hoping that clearing the blood from your eyes would perhaps make the accident look normal. 

No such luck. 

If anything it seemed to bring more of the creatures into existence. They swelled and twisted, bloated and broken bodies clamoring about like living disease. To your horror many peeled away from the crashed car, latching onto the horrified and frantic bystanders. No one reacted to them, not when twisted hands and rotten mouths touched flesh. You had watched horrified as several of the creatures latched onto passersby, invisible parasites being whisked away as their new hosts ran for help.

One of the demons had turned, perhaps it was your unwavering gaze or perhaps it was the low huffed moans you had been letting out. Broken ribs tended to do that to a person. Either way it had darted past the many other people on the street, eyes locked on your pale and sweaty face.

You had scrambled backwards, hands scraping on the cold pavement as the twisted and dark form suddenly scrambled towards you with an enraged howl.

It was like a person made of oil slicked bramble. There was no face to speak of, the creature’s body ended in a strange hook shape where the neck was. But somehow it knew where you were. Twisted and thorny, it moved with a speed that was difficult to comprehend.

You had tensed, prepared to die as one tangled mess of a hand reached out. 

And the world froze, all of the demonic creatures flickering out of existence for a few seconds before time seemed to move again. The pause confused the demon, keeping it still, warily glaring a few feet away from you. And then it darted forward again, its howl somehow more enraged.

The hand it had been reaching for you with never made it, the demon’s body obliterated as Gojo Satoru appeared before you, wild eyed and angry.

Null. 

That’s the name the higher ups had chosen for your ability. You had been dragged, still bleeding to a dank room in an archaic building in Tokyo. Dizzy and barely standing, you let the white haired man do as he please. After all, he had cleared the street of those demons. Who were you to argue with this powerful stranger?

Gojo had been practically thrumming, your existence bothering him so deeply that he didn’t bother with teasing the old heads of the council that oversaw matters within jujutsu society. He had tossed you with little regard on to the floor in front of the confused and annoyed council.

The man, with all the venom in the world, had demanded your immediate execution. Your ability hadn’t just affected the cursed spirits. It had an effect on EVERYONE. From Sendai to Kyoto, all sorcerers within that radius had suddenly lost all use of their curse energy and abilities. Even the powerful Gojo Satoru, his limitless was made useless, his six eyes gone. For just a moment the world was normal. 

Your version of normal.

It had been terrifying for all involved, only Gojo having the wherewithal to pinpoint exactly where you were the second your ability had stopped.

Thankfully, more so for you than him, you had been spared. The man had scoffed harshly at the council's denial, teeth grinding together as they barked their rational at him.

The council, as scared of your ability as they were, appointed you as Gojo’s assistant. Your ability could stop him, they had murmured. If he ever went off the rails, defied them, started a war, you alone could stop him.

The unspoken part was that if you had to, if it came to that, they expected you to kill him.

Sadly, you would also became an annoyance to the council. 

You could see all levels of spirits, feel them before they appeared to an extent, but you couldn’t fight. Placing a curtain over a fight was beyond you. And you hadn’t been able to activate the ability since that first day. So you trailed the most powerful sorcerer in Japan as the most useless sorcerer in existence.

Bathroom 

The day had been a bust. You had woken up hoping beyond hope that it would be a good day. Sure everyday meant trailing after an irritated Gojo, but that didn’t mean it had to be bad. Two months in and you had been doing better, he wasn’t as nasty as he had been in the beginning. Still not a peach, but it was an improvement.

But of course you were wrong. It was like Gojo and the universe were in horrible synch, tormenting you for existing. 

He had dragged you from mission to mission, the glare hidden behind his blindfold practically burning a hole in your skull. The man had been in a particularly bad mood today, teeth grinding as he eradicated spirit after spirit with extreme malice. 

You had done the usual, sitting a ways away from the fight, watching it nervously and dodging the odd cursed spirit part that was flung your way.

The nicest part of the day, if you could consider it as such, was the two bites you had taken of lunch. Ramen from a nice mom and pop shop that had been near the cursed site. It had tasted a bit like home, the warm noodles practically melting on your tongue. Of course, you enjoying anything was illegal.

Gojo had stormed into the shop, slapping cash down before tugging you outside. You hadn’t even had time to protest, the man teleporting the two of you to the next mission site immediately.

You stood, aching under a hot stream of water, wanting it to wash away the deep well of sadness that tugged at your chest. The best part of your days anymore was the shower after a mission. It was depressing to acknowledge, but if you were being honest with yourself, it wasn’t much different when you had worked in the office. The main difference was no one hated you in the office and now you had a 6’3” man who wanted to make sure you knew he hated you.

The after work shower was always necessary, less a treat and more so because you had to. Gojo made a point to ensure cursed spirit guts and blood hit you as he fought. You had seen him fight clean and knew he could do it with every fight if he wanted to. But the man persisted with his childish antics, allowing blood to spray your way. Honestly, you had stopped caring. For you the baths and showers were more than just getting clean. It was also using the burning water to wash away the depressing feelings Gojo left in your skin.

Jujutsu High was more than just the school it professed to be. It was a veritable labyrinth, filled with classrooms, dorms, various places to eat and your favorite part, the showers. 

You never went to the one closest to your room. There was always a student either going in or leaving and they all had bad habits of not knocking despite the very clear sign outside the private bathing stall.

So you had asked Nanami Kento where he showered. The man had shown you a shower room meant just for the teachers. Large with 3 wide shower stalls and one massive communal bath, it was incredibly different from the cramped student bathrooms. If you hadn’t been in the school, you would have assumed it was part of an onsen.

It was rarely used, Nanami had explained, most of the staff preferring to go home. But it was well stocked and more importantly, private. The tall blonde had shot you a pitying look as the realization hit you that Gojo had intentionally not told you about it.

You were already stuck living in a dorm room, certain curse users having put a bounty on your head a month into being Gojo’s assistant. And you were stuck being tormented at ‘home’ as well.

Shaking your head you chased the thoughts from your head, staring up at the shiny shower head and the steam collecting in the air above you. Grabbing your shampoo bottle, you generously began to scrub, massaging your scalp, wincing as the soap hit the few scrapes you had managed to get. Despite your best effort, you occasionally were dragged into fights, much to Gojo’s annoyance. 

‘Damsel in Distress’ was a troupe you rarely enjoyed in media and yet here you were, being carried about by your ‘hero’ half the time.

Steam filled your lungs and you sighed, letting yourself relax beneath the warm stream of water. It was peaceful after the missions. No Gojo, just you and silence. 

Of course, the moment you thought that, the peace was shattered.

“There you are.” 

You let out a high scream, heart leaping into your throat. Whirling around you let out a noise of intense frustration. Gojo stood, one hand pushing the shower curtain aside as he gave you a very irritated look. His blindfold was gone, but he still had his gross blood slicked clothing on. It dripped onto the pale tile, rivulets sliding across the floor towards your feet. You shifted to avoid it, shivering at the cool air that was pushing past the warm steam you had been enveloped in. Bright blue eyes flicked over your form, narrowing slightly as his scowl deepened.

You clasped your hands over your chest as best you could, thighs pressed as tightly together as you were able. Anger filled your chest, burning hot as you struggled with what to do. Face red and heart thundering in your head you sputtered out a small indignant noise, too shocked to form words. 

“Relax. You have the last pair of tits I ever wanted to see.” 

You tried not to be hurt by his tone and his nasty words, instead opting to snap back and ask what he needed. 

“Yaga wants us to go to a stupid dinner tonight. Some idiot bigwig is gathering some of the clans for a chat.”

“Ooookayyy.” You dragged out the world, narrowing your eyes at him as you waited for whatever catch or cruel trick he would throw at you. Gojo said nothing, silently watching you with his stupid intense blue eyes. The long forgotten shampoo in your hair ran in sudsy rivulets down your chest and you blinked as a bit dripped into your eyes.

“Is that all?” The water beat down on your back, the warm steam tickling your nose slightly. You swiped one hand across your brow, flicking the soap from your face.

“You’re in my shower.” He had the gall to look upset. Gojo Satoru who you knew for a FACT had a penthouse apartment. The man had assigned you the smallest dorm room, purposefully didn’t tell you about the staff shower room and was now scowling at you like a 10 year old. 

“It’s the school’s.” You answered tightly, brow furrowing as you let your arms fall from your chest. If he was going to act childish then so were you. He scowled at that, mouth parting to snap at you. One hand on your hip, you gestured at the pale brown tile about you.

“This. This is your shower?” You let out an irritated huff, silently satisfied as his eyes narrowed, mouth snapping shut with a click as he bit back whatever comment he had. 

“You choose the school’s communal bath over your penthouse?”

“Not your fucking business.” The man snapped back, taking a step forward. Gojo was mad, you could see it in the lines of his body. He didn’t seem to notice the water seeping into his uniform, nor how his hair flopped about his eyes. His irritation was too strong.

“Noted.” You snapped back, turning and standing under the warm water again. Ignoring him seemed the best course of action. Your own blood was boiling and you would rather not find out what happens when one smacks Gojo Satoru in the face.

He remained for a moment, cursed energy practically choking you, before he teleported away. Your knees hit the tile, hands shaking as you swept wet hair from your face. 

Gojo Satoru would be the death of you. 

Cake

Gojo liked sweets. You had found out accidentally five months into the job. On a mission with you, Megumi had made an off-handed comment about his upcoming birthday. The boy was turning 14 and had shrugged at your surprise. The age of Jujutsu sorcerers always surprised you, they seemed too young to be fighting such nasty battles.

Regardless, you had latched onto it, making a mental note for yourself. Unlike Gojo, the boy was kind to you. He had sighed when you asked him why, stating that you were just doing your job and Gojo was having a tantrum. 

So you made a cake. You wouldn’t be able to see him for his actual birthday, the kids had winter break and the boy had mentioned going home for that break. So you made it a few weeks beforehand, feeling only a little weird about it.

Fighting cursed spirits was worse in winter. Sure you were just watching, but the cold seemed to invigorate the creatures. They seemed to thrive more in the snow, bigger ones becoming more active.

Holidays Megumi had told you. He hadn’t bothered elaborating, offering you a shrug in answer when you probed. You knew he had a difficult home life. No parents, a sick sister and apparently an irresponsible guardian. What little he confided in you, the guy sounded like a massive child.

“I’m surprised you bought a cake.” Nanami stepped in front of you, pushing the door open. You thanked him as you stepped through, balancing the cake case as carefully as you could. The small dessert had come out perfectly. A small two layer vanilla cake with coconut icing and fresh strawberries. You had gone the extra step, using chocolate icing to shakily write out ‘happy birthday’ and cover the strawberries with a light drizzle. Not as pretty as what one might get from a bakery, but you were proud of it.

“I made it actually.” You smiled at the raised eyebrow, the tall blonde looking at the cake as the two of you walked the hall to the teacher’s lounge. It was unusually quiet, a distinct lack of students made the hallways seem bigger. Not that there were many students, they just always had a habit of being around. 

“And why is it a surprise? Megumi is such a mopey kid. I thought he might need a little cheering up.”  You continued, stopping before the lounge room door. Nanami stopped in his tracks, a low ‘ah’ leaving his lips.

“What?” You frowned as he pushed the door open, ushering you inside. The look he gave you was pure pity, the man gesturing to a pile of files scattered across all desks.

“The students were sent on a mission.” He paused, adjusting his glasses as he stared down at you.

“And today is December 7th.”

Nanami gave you the date as if it should mean something. You shuffled over to Gojo’s desk, setting the cake down before looking over the curse Megumi had been sent after. It was a low level that looked to be more of an annoyance than anything. 

“Ok well he can have some when he’s back.” You placed a hand on your hip, flipping through the other files. Apparently Gojo had some missions as well and had decided not to have you join. You had a feeling it would get you in trouble with the council and sighed.

Nanami stood before you, one hand on his desk. For once the stoic man had an emotion other than pity plastered across his face. He looked amused.

“Today is Gojo’s birthday.” 

You stared at him, the file in your hand slipping back onto the desk as your hands went limp.

“Really?”

Nanami offered a nod, snatching a file from his desk before turning to leave. He paused at the door, looking back at your stunned face.

“And all the students won’t be back today. Some sort of holiday get-together is planned before the break.”

You stared down at the cake, a mixture of dread and exasperation churning in your stomach. The universe really did hate you. Perhaps your real cursed technique was shit luck for you and you alone.

With a sigh, you snagged the files off of Gojo’s desk, stomping over to the small couch in the room. Some reading would do you good. If Gojo wasn’t going to teach you about cursed spirits then you would figure it out yourself.

Part of you wanted to just go home, but you knew that meant risking Gojo teleporting into your room without warning. Last time he had done so while you were on the toilet and you did NOT need a repeat of that.

Curling up with the files, you sighed as you opened the first one. You had to hand it to Ijichi, he really made an effort to make the files as neat as possible. The details were just enough, keeping the sorcerers informed without needless clutter. And he always managed to order items from most important to least, it made it easier to filter out the low grade curses Gojo typically ignored and sent the students after. Even if he didn’t find them important you still liked reading about them. 

The curses Gojo fought were sometimes too much in both power and appearance. 

Since starting this job you had been plagued by nightmares. The horrid twisting forms each appearing in your sleep, taunting and chasing you with howls that stilled the blood. While still dangerous, some of the curses the students went after were at least goofy looking. It made for an amusing read. 

You let out a small sigh, trying to shake the cold fear that was always lurking in your veins. Flipping open the top most file you scanned it with a frown.

Today Gojo had apparently gone after a special grade. That was his usual assignment. You personally hated them. Your ability allowed you to see them in full as well as feel their energy to an extent. Special grades didn’t like you just as much as Gojo as they couldn’t hide from you. 

If you had to describe it, being around a special grade was like being dunked in ice cold syrup that weighed several tons. It was hard to move around them, breathing sometimes became painful. Paralyzing. Gojo usually dispatched them quickly so the discomfort never lasted long. But even a second of the feeling was enough to make you want to run for the hills and never step foot in Tokyo again.

If only. 

You jumped slightly as the man you were thinking of suddenly blinked into existence. His blindfold in one hand, Gojo shot you a glance before turning to his desk and sitting with a huff. He tossed the blindfold aside, pausing as he noticed the cake. You focused on the files in front of you, trying not to look as he inspected the small pastry. 

As much as you wanted to find the students and give them the cake, you knew by the time you did it would be ruined. So luckily for Gojo, he was getting the treat despite your quiet dislike of him. 

You slid your gaze slowly back to the man, eyes narrowing as he leaned in and tapped the cake case with one finger nail.

Gojo’s hair was down for once, his white locks messy in a way that looked good. He was a handsome man, you weren’t blind to his good looks. The light seemed to dance in his hair no matter where he was, as if the world were extenuating his beauty. It was almost irritating how perfect he always looked, even sweat covered and bloodied. 

You watched as Gojo opened the cake case, the man giving it a suspicious sniff before letting out a noise of surprise. He opened one of the desk drawers, pulling a fork from the confines. You blinked at that, files forgotten on your lap as you watched him eat.

Up until today, Gojo had always been rough. Nasty and blunt with you to the point that you didn’t think he knew how to smile.

But as he took the first bite, you watched a stranger step into his skin. Gojo smiled to himself, blue eyes inspecting the cake as he chewed on the first bite. His eyes practically danced, the smile on his face so wide you thought it might break. The man let out a small moan, stuffing another bite in his mouth as he dragged a finger through the icing. 

Your face went red as he licked the digit, the act surprisingly sexual. He paid you no mind, the man licking a strawberry before popping it into his mouth.

You were in shock, frozen on the couch as he smiled and devoured the entire thing in one sitting. Within 5 minutes flat, the man had cleaned the plate, not a scrap of icing or chocolate left behind.

You sat, mouth partially agape as he sat back, patting his stomach with a satisfied smile. Gojo caught your eye and the smile faltered.

“Megumi brought that in?” He asked. For some reason you couldn’t speak, shock still lingering in your chest. Finally you shook your head slowly, sitting up straighter as you addressed him.

“Uh no. I made that.”

Gojo ran his tongue over his teeth, blue eyes unreadable as he looked at you and then the empty cake plate.

“Oh.”

You hummed at that, gaze shifting to your hands. The air that hung between you two was awkward. Gojo seemed to be fighting between giving into his natural hatred for you and admitting he liked the cake. You waited quietly, squirming under his gaze.

“That was good.” 

Your gaze snapped up at that, a small smile making its way onto your lips. Gojo let out a small huff, annoyance flashing across his face again before it settled into a more familiar expression. 

“I like sweets on other days as well.” He scratched his cheek, gaze shifting to one of the files you had left on his desk. You snorted that, standing and carrying the other files over to him.

“Is that your way of asking for me to bake more for you?”

Gojo narrowed his eyes as he looked up at you. Snatching the files from your hand, he tossed them to the side. You leaned against the desk, refusing to back down.

The air between you two had shifted. Somehow the small cake had changed things. It wasn’t as tense, Gojo looked more relaxed.

“Maybe.” He snatched his blindfold off the desk, slipping in over his eyes before tilting his head in your direction.

“Will you be nicer to me?” It was pushing it but you had an opportunity you couldn’t let get away.

The man considered it for a moment, swiping a hand through his hair before nodding.

“I will.”

You beamed at that, feeling as though you had finally won somehow. Gojo smiled, before waving you away.

“Take the rest of today. I’ll finish up here.”

You were happy to oblige, practically bouncing your way to the door. Pausing in the doorway you flashed another smile at Gojo.

“Happy birthday.”

For some reason he flushed, turning his head away. 

“Whatever.” 

DDR

Gojo Satoru liked the arcade. Had you been told that when you first started, you would have assumed it was a lie. But having worked with him for over nine months, you knew different. Gojo was a complex man. He held an odd grudge against you. But once it began fading, you notice that for the most part, he was a rather obnoxious individual when he was around his students. 

Being dragged to an arcade after a mission was the last thing you wanted and you knew Inumaki and Yuta were exhausted.

“Just shut up.” Gojo had laughed, swiping a credit card as the arcade employee slid three game cards across the counter. You noted that the boys each got one and you were the odd duck out. 

The teenagers trudged off, both of them looking equally defeated. No doubt much like yourself, they had been expecting to be able to go home and sleep.

“You’re with me.” Gojo crooked his finger at you, marching across the arcade with a smile on his face. The smile was suspicious, but you shoved that feeling away. Gojo seemed to be making an effort to be nicer so you would accept it with as a little suspicion as possible.

You followed him, dodging the odd child here and there. Even in the dim and over stimulating arcade, he stood out. The bright neon lights flashed, colors reflecting in his snowy hair as he passed machine after machine. You were surprised when Gojo passed all the fighting games, sports games and instead went to the brightly flashing game near the back.

“DDR?” You asked incredulously as he stepped on the metallic dance pad. The man shot you an excited smile, swiping the game card. You watched as he tugged a second card from his pocket, swiping that as well.

“Gojo we just fought a special grade.”

The man tugged you onto the metal pad, jabbing the buttons on the machine. You watched as he scrolled through songs, his free hand tugging his blindfold off and shoving it in his pocket.

“Correction, Yuta fought. You sat on your ass.”

You decided not to point out that Gojo also did nothing. The man was having a rough time. Megumi’s sister had fallen into a coma. No one could explain it and no amount of money could fix the issue. You knew Gojo felt responsible, he was the one taking care of them after all.

So you complied, waiting as he picked a song. Gojo was kind, encouraging you to start as a beginner as he selected the highest level for himself.

DDR was difficult. But it was also fun.

You found yourself, sweating and breathless after just one song. But laughing. Gojo cleared each song perfectly, the man starting another round before you could register you two had finished the final song.

Wheezing, you placed your hands on your knees, watching as he scrolled through the selection. He seemed happy, truly happy. You could tell that he wasn’t thinking about the council, Tsumiki or curses. 

Was this what he was like before? You wondered, straightening as he selected the next song. No one had bothered to fill you in on the past. It wasn’t important for your job function. But you had heard snippets. Gojo had almost died, he had somehow lost his best friend and someone had died. There was a complex web spun between all of the sorcerers you worked with that occasionally spilled over into the student’s lives. You saw it affecting how the professors each acted, all of them trying to keep their students from repeating the mistakes from the past.

As the next song began, your train of thought dissolved. Gojo was insane, out of the corner of your eye you saw how fast he was moving, the man barely winded. You on the other hand, were very winded. Despite being on the easier level, Gojo seemed to be picking songs that were difficult regardless. But it was still fun.

2 plays became 3 then 4 and then another, time blending together as you kept playing.

“I DID IT!” You clapped excitedly, the screen finally reflecting back a ‘Full Combo’. An excited laugh left your mouth as Gojo suddenly lifted you, twirling for a moment. You clung to his shoulders, breathless and beaming.

He placed you back down, bright blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he flashed you a massive grin.

“Again?”

You nodded eagerly, telling yourself the pounding of your heart was due to the dancing and not because how close he had been.

Exhaustion 

You paced the room, teeth scraping at the skin of your thumb. Anxiety churned violently in your stomach, making you nauseous. Faintly you could feel the presence of cursed energy, they were all fighting. Gojo, Yuta, that Todo kid, Nanami, all of their energy flickered in your range of awareness. There were others. Cursed spirits and curse users. A more sickly energy that felt like snot against your soul.

“Stay inside”’ Gojo looked serious, long fingers digging into your shoulders as he shook you. His eyes were locked on your face and you winced as his grip tightened. There was an intensity in his gaze that had unsettled you. His grip was painful and your own hands had come up, grasping his wrists.

“Do you understand me?”

You had nodded, shaking slightly as you promised you would stay. Gojo had turned to leave, then turned back, one hand already slipping the blindfold over his eyes.

“No matter what you feel, stay put.” 

You had known what he meant. This command was going against the council. They had demanded you stay at Gojo’s side, no matter how risky the mission might be. And for the most part you had been, save when Gojo was at home. But not now, not when he looked so serious.

At least you were stuck somewhere nice. Gojo had silently handed you the keys to this small apartment just a month ago. The man had looked annoyed when you thanked him, half heartedly snapping he’d take them back. You knew it was his way of apologizing for his earlier behavior. He had furnished it himself according to Megumi, the boy nodding when you had given him an incredulous look.

You let out a sigh, flopping onto the plush couch. Light gray and made of a soft material, it was nicer than anything you previously owned. You ran your nail along the seams, trying to ignore the cursed energy that twisted in the edges of your mind. It was like listening to music two apartments over. Loud enough to keep your attention but never loud enough to actually make out the sound. You were worried, still new to the jujutsu world and with no way to help. Practically a baby compared to even the students. All you could do was watch and hope.

There was a sudden swell and your head snapped up, eyes searching the night sky outside the large living room window. Yuta’s cursed energy was loud, drowning out the others you felt. You shivered at the intensity, frozen on the couch, barely daring to breathe.

And then the world was quiet. It was worse. So much worse than the cacophony of fighting. 

Did they all die? You wondered faintly, sliding off the couch to start pacing again. Did they win?

Time stretched on, the world silent as the minute ticked by. Minutes become hours and still you paced, fingers nervously twisting together. You were so exhausted, wanting sleep, but unable to do so until you knew that everyone was ok. A glance into the kitchen told you it was past 2am, the dull light of the microwaves digital clock blinking sleepy at you.

The familiar soft movement of air signifying that Gojo had arrived had you spinning around, wide eyes searching his face. 

He looked tired and beyond that, Gojo looked defeated.

“Are they ok?” You fought the panic welling in your throat, stepping closer to the man and grabbing one of his sleeves. Megumi and Yuta’s energy had been strong, but that final burst by Yuta had you worried. Gojo nodded once, blue eyes locked on the floor. Your chest felt tight and you stared up at his face, trying to read the sadness that lined his mouth.

“Nanami? Shoko?” Another nod, but the pit of anxiety didn’t dissolve. You swallowed thickly, trying to figure out why he looked so upset. Someone had died, but who?

Your question was answered almost as soon as you thought it, the man peeling his lips apart.

“My best friend is dead.”

You blinked, barely catching the words as they slid past his lips. Gojo had spoken so softly that at first you were sure you had heard wrong. But then a single tear welled in his eye, dangling from one long snowy lash before trickling down his cheek.

“Oh.” It was all you could get out, your arms coming up and wrapping the man in a hug. Shoko was fine, Nanami tolerated Gojo, so who had died?

A chill ran down your spine as a small almost forgotten thought swam to the forefront of your mind.

“Who is this?” You angled the photo album towards Shoko, finger tapping the dark haired man’s face. She glanced over her shoulder, clearly distracted. But then she paused, brow furrowing as she looked at the photo.

Your eyes went from her suddenly reserved expression back to the photo. It was clearly Shoko and Gojo as teens. They looked almost exactly the same if a tad younger. Gojo had an air of spoiled rich kid about him, something it seemed he had yet to grow out of. The man standing between them had a soft smile that didn’t reach his almost elegantly shaped eyes. His dark hair was loose. Thick locks spilling about his shoulders in a way you recognized not as carefree but as the lack of care that comes with depression.

“Suguru.” Shoko fished around in her coat, pulling a cigarette free and lighting it. You sat quietly, afraid to press her for further information. The album lay limp in your lap and you shifted slightly as the other woman drew close, flipping a page.

A different photo of the trio, all of them laughing. Genuine smiles that radiated from ear to ear. It was before the first photo you realized. Something had happened to them, changed the teens into the shells of the adults they would be one day.

Shoko stared at the photo for a moment, lost in thought as she looked at a snippet of the past. There was a hint of sadness in the lines around her eyes and mouth. Almost mournful as if she were looking at someone long dead.

“Don’t mention him to Gojo.” She finally stated, exhaled a long trail of smoke, leaning away and looking out the window. You nodded, glancing back at the photos, questions dancing in your mind. 

He was motionless and rigid in your embrace. A moment passed, then another. You held him, letting silence fill the apartment. Fingers digging into your sides, Gojo began to shake, silent sobs wracking his body. 

Gojo’s knees gave out and under his weight you crumpled to the carpeted floor with a small yelp. His arms slid around your waist, face pressing in the crook of your neck as he began sobbing. You lay beneath him, one hand petting his hair. It was uncomfortable, the hard floor pressing against your back and Gojo slotted between your thighs. The man was too tall you mused, gently patting his head as warm tears slid down the side of your neck.

His pain was ugly, choked sobs and half howls leaving his throat. He shook violently in your arms, chest heaving as he struggled with each breath.

You don’t know how long you lay there. All you knew was that the sun was starting to come up when his sobs eventually stopped. 

He sat up, eyes red rimmed and cheeks stained with tears. Gojo’s hair had blood in it you realized, the normally silky white a rusty brown in places.

“Can I use your shower?” The man didn’t acknowledge the crying session, the grief. You nodded quietly, showing him to the bathroom and handing him a new towel. There were no clothes you had that would fit him but you were sure he would be fine. 

And he was, the man emerging from the bathroom 20 minutes later, dressed in sweats and a fluffy sweater you could only assume he had teleported home for.

“Tired?” You asked, holding out your hand. He took it wordlessly, letting you lead him into the bedroom. Your bed was queen size and you hoped it would be enough space. It felt weird to worry about that as you tucked a man who was essentially your asshole boss into your bed. 

Gojo let you, burrowing under the covers much like a kid might.

Turning off the bedroom light, you muttered a curse and closed the blinds as well. It was past dawn now, you had been up for over 24 hours. 

Sliding under the covers, you squirmed for a moment until you were comfortably facing away from him, doing your best to give him space.

You didn’t know why he had come to you of all people. Out of everyone, you half expected Nanami or Ijichi to be above you on Gojo’s list of people he would go to for help. You supposed this was different. It was a moment of weakness to some. 

An arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer. You stiffened for a moment before allowing Gojo to spoon you. He was warm and smelled like your shampoo. 

“Is this alright?” 

You murmured that it was, trying not to squirm at the odd feeling of limitless buzzing against your skin. He let out a small sigh, warm breath tickling your neck.

Exhaustion set in quickly after. Between the stress of the day and the warmth of Gojo behind you, sleep took you in a matter of moments.

Fighting

You didn’t know why you had been tasked with watching the trio. Gojo had been dragged off on a business trip, the man telling you to accompany the kids on the next mission. You had pushed for anyone else to do so, ignoring Gojo’s teasing that you wanted to spend time with him. He was so casual about such a serious issue. 

A cursed womb was growing at the Eishu detention center. You could feel it from outside. It was a different energy than you were used to, one that slid beneath your skin and licked at your soul with a poison tongue. If Gojo was here, you would have been fine, this was a level of energy he could handle. But the trio?

Even with Sukuna woven into Yuji’s very being, you knew better than to trust the demon. He was powerful, sure. But you had a feeling he would rather watch all of you die than do anything as human as helping.

Ijichi looked as stressed as you felt. The man turned to you as the kids stumbled out of the car, fiddling with his glasses.

“Something’s off about this mission.” The small man looked pale, sweat standing out along the side of his face. You nodded, your gaze sliding over to Yuji. It wasn’t something you needed to voice out loud. Both you and Ijichi knew this mission was given to them in the hopes that the spirit would kill Yuji. A smaller and even less pleasant realization was this was a good way to also get rid of you. 

The council was never subtle. Each mission, each action taken by them so heavy handed that you wondered how any of them slept at night. What you didn’t like was the addition of Nobara and Megumi. You assumed that was the council just trying to add to Gojo’s mental anguish when this all went sideways.

“I’ll lower a curtain whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded, motioning to the trio. There was a small crowd outside the walls and as you passed, Yuji stopped suddenly, a woman grabbing his sleeve.

“Please, my son.” Tears streamed down her face, “Please his name is Tadashi.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach as Yuji reassured the woman. He was so optimistic, the boy had somehow maintained a kind soul despite Sukuna polluting his existence.

With a sigh, you nodded to Ijichi, heading inside with the trio.

Everything went wrong. Inside the jail had been twisted and changed. Despite you having made the decision to take the lead and be the adult in the situation, you had found yourself silent. There was an air inside the detention center that seemed to spread a poison to your very soul.  The prisoners were just as twisted as the building. Something had changed them, made them look no longer human. It smelled foul as well and you weren’t sure if it was the bodies or the spirit itself.

The kids had been arguing, distracted and everything had exploded into a flurry of movement. You had felt the spirit a second before it appeared. The small warning did nothing for you, the words had barely formed in your mind before one of Megumi’s demon dogs was killed.

Blood spattered the broken concrete and your warning slipped out, half formed.

“WATCH O-” 

You didn’t know what the FUCK that thing was but you wanted nothing to do with it. Nobara had gotten whisked away, you only managed to keep the boys together by grabbing their sleeves.

Almost immediately you regretted it, a part of you wished they had both been sent away and it was just you staring this creature down.

It smacked you, sending you flying across the room. Your back and ribs erupted in pain and you lay stunned, unable to breathe like a fish out of water.

The boys jumped into action, as futile as it was. They were yelling at each other, Yuji being adamant and loud over Megumi’s quieter retorts. You lay stock still, unsure what to do. Your ability had worked once, never manifesting in training despite Gojo’s many attempts to kill you. He never did of course, always stopping right before his punch or kick would land. And sure you had been shown basic combat. But while you were getting decent at it, without putting cursed energy into it, at most you could take down an average sized man. 

Not curses.

You blinked once and Yuji’s hand was lying next to you. Megumi was missing and you hoped it meant he had run.

“SENSEI RUN.” Yuji screamed, pummeling the creature with his one good hand. It pulled you back into the moment and you shuddered. Inaction clung to you, the cursed energy pressing into your skin, suffocating you. There was nothing you could do and utter despair filled you.

The curse sent Yuji flying, the boy breaking through the concrete wall behind you.

Then there was one. You dragged yourself upright, wheezing as your ribs protested. Strangely enough, the curse didn’t even spare you a glance, walking past you as if you didn’t exist.

You turned, staring after it as it headed straight for Yuji. There was a wave of curse energy, exploding out from the special grade. You were knocked back, air stolen from your lungs once again. Beneath the dull hum of energy and the ringing in your ears,  faintly you could hear Yuji screaming.

“Don’t wanna die! I DON’T WANT TO DIE.” 

The words stilled your heart and suddenly, the world was quieter. Like a hand was pressed over your ears, dulling the world. It was your ability, you weren’t sure how or why it activated and you didn’t care. 

Null was weaker this time, you could still see the curse and its energy was faintly pushing back against your own. Pushing yourself upright, you ran towards Yuji, praying Null would hold.

The boy had collapsed against one wall, his remaining hand shredded, fingers turned to broken nubs. He was shaking, panting as he threw you a bewildered look. There was a howl that resounded down the hallway, Megumi giving some sort of signal. You ignored it, hauling Yuji to his feet and tugging him past the curse.

Null was weakening and at your guess you had less than a minute.

“JUST RUN.” You snapped, pushing the boy again. Yuji opened his mouth to protest but you shoved him again.

The cursed energy was slowly growing back to its normal level. Fear and anxiety tangled in your stomach, the urge to flee overwhelming. But you were the adult in this situation. You had to buy Yuji time to flee.

“I’ve got it.” You shot him a smile that you knew didn’t reach your eyes, turning to face the curse. Yuji’s footsteps began to fade and you braced yourself as the special grade turned to face you.

It was confused. You were insignificant, barely giving any curse energy off. That’s why it had ignored you. At its glance you were nothing but a regular human, not worth a fight, not when that boy carrying the ultimate curse was around to absorb.  But there you were, suddenly sucking in all the cursed energy around you. Like a black hole.

The curse spirit was hesitant to approach you and that gave you time. You willed Null to come back, trying to recreate the panic that Yuji’s scream had created. Nothing happened.

In the moment when you did nothing, the spirit’s hesitation dissolved.

It was before you in a second, one large hand whipping out and smacking into your chest. 

There was a second where you realized you were flying into a wall and then darkness took you.

When you awoke the first thing you registered was pain. It sat heavy in your chest, burning up into your throat. You opened your eyes slowly, each lid sticking slightly as if glued together. 

The room around you was so white it was painful to look at. Sunlight streamed in, bright and cheerful in a way that made your headache.

It took a moment for you to register why you had passed out. Panic flooded you as the memories hit, the curse spirit and Yuji’s broken body. 

You bolted upright, ignoring a sudden wave of dizziness as you launched yourself out of bed. 

“Hey now.” An arm wrapped around your waist, catching you as you fell. Satoru had apparently been sitting at your bedside, the man tossing the manga he had been reading aside.

You clung to his arm, still trying to make your way to the door.

“The kids.” You rasped, throat burning with each word. Satoru sat you back in the bed, pulling the blankets from where they had fallen.

“They're fine.” He paused, the black sunglasses perched on his nose sliding down a fraction, showing you one shiny blue eye. “Well. Yuji is fine. Megumi thinks he’s dead.” 

You gave him an incredulous look, mind reeling from his admission. Gojo nudged you, sliding onto the bed with a sigh.

“Took some money to pull it off.” Satoru shrugged, “But only you, me, Yaga, Shoko, Nanami and Ijichi know.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, deciding that now was not the time to question him. A migraine was forming, mixing with the ache in your chest.

“You used your ability.” Satoru hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him. You nodded, letting him lean in and kiss you. His lips were soft against yours, Satoru kissing you as if you might break. It felt like a real possibility.

He thread his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. When he pulled away your head felt like it was swimming.

“It didn’t work like last time.” You mumbled, pressing a hand against your left eye in a futile attempt to stop the throbbing pressure that sat behind it.

“What set it off?.” Satoru shifted, slipping his arm around your waist and holding you closer. You rested your head on his chest trying to recall the moment. The hand in your hair was lulling you to sleep, the comforting action helping with the pain in your head for some reason. You thought of Yuji’s screams again, a shiver running down your spine.

“Yuji.”

Satoru was silent, one hand toying with your hair as he thought. You watched his face, noting the distant look in his eyes. Satoru glanced down at you, blue eyes barely visible behind his glasses.

“Extreme panic brings it on?” He let out a small laugh, “Incredibly unreliable.”

You weren’t sure it was panic that triggered it. But you didn’t have the energy to argue, instead lifting yourself slightly and planting a kiss on his lips. Satoru smiled, deepening the kiss with a small grunt. The room was quiet, and you sighed as you pulled away.

“Oh yeah.” Satoru had a smile on his face that spelled trouble, “I sorta freaked out when they found you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pulling away further and sitting up. He remained relaxed against the pillows. With one finger he slid his glasses down his nose, blue eyes glittering as he stared at you.

“Shoko was barely able to get you back together.” Satoru shrugged, “And I might’ve let it slip that we mess around. In front of Megumi.”

You shot him a glare, one hand coming up to prod at the tender flesh of your chest. It did feel as if you had been stapled back together. The simple slap from the special grade was enough to almost kill you.

“They did this on purpose didn’t they.” 

He knew you meant the council, giving you a nod. Satoru’s face was grim.

“I’m going to make them regret it.” 

Grin

“I have a feeling you are about to ruin my day.” You barely looked up from your desk (his desk). Satoru stood next to you, rocking on his heel, a massive grin plastered on his face. That grin meant only one thing, trouble.

The files spread before you were all half finished. If there was one thing the perfect Gojo was bad at, it was paperwork. At least you were used to taking care of files. Being able to actually complete something made you feel a little less useless.

“I need to prevent another execution.” Satoru looked so smug, the grin so wide you thought it might split his face in half. You looked up from the paperwork, brow furrowing. He didn’t need you for that and he certainly didn’t need to look so manic.

“Wha-” Your question was cut short as he teleported the two of you. Staggering, you internally groaned as you realized he had pulled you into a council meeting. The elders were equally surprised, a quiet murmur of outrage rippling through their ranks.

“I am requesting a halt on the execution of Yuji Itadori.” Gojo looked around the room, his hand still wrapped around your bicep. 

They all objected, speaking over each other. Thinly veiled threats and insults were thrown out. They were afraid you realized. So much more than when Yuta had been up for execution.

“He’s a vessel of Sukuna, we MUST eradicate him.”

“You ask for madness, Yuji Itadori is a threat to all of society.” 

“This is too far even for you.”

Satoru stood, one hand in his pocket, still grinning. You stared at him from the corner of your eye, wondering what he was planning.

“Give him the option to eat all of fingers. Then we kill him.” Satoru waited as another round of protests started up.

“If you don’t. I’ll just kill everyone here.” He shrugged and the elders erupted in an out pour of rage. You knew he could do it, you just didn’t know why you were here. Gojo could threaten a bunch of old idiots just fine by himself.

“You. You must use Null. End Gojo’s madness.” A Counsilman to your left snapped, hidden by the stupid screens they all sat behind. You stared for a moment, the pieces falling in place. Gojo had brought you here to show them that the one thing they had secretly been banking on, was useless.

“Um.” You paused, noting that the room grew quiet as you spoke up. “I’m with Gojo on this one.”

You cringed internally, half expecting to be struck down where you stood. The Counsilman who had given you the command sputtered, half formed word spilling from his lips as he struggled with your answer.

“Stop him!” Another person snapped. You felt your irritation rise. Being bossed around by Gojo was one thing. You witnessed him risking life and limb nearly every day to keep order in Japan. To some extent he had the right to be an asshole. But these old idiots sat around all day, resting on the names of their ancestors as if they shared in the accomplishments of old.

“No.” You huffed, shooting a glare at the screen. They didn’t know you actually couldn’t stop the man. Gojo had been very careful in not letting it slip that you were in fact useless. But you weren’t about to reveal that hand to them. Better for you to ride it out. A happy Gojo meant a happy you. 

In less than 5 minutes, the council relented. They were angry, telling Gojo it would be his head if anything went wrong. He had laughed it off, teleporting you away again.

“You are going to be killed if you keep it up.” You grumbled, rubbing your bicep. His grip mixed with the odd buzz of limitless made your skin feel itchy. You noted that he had taken you to his apartment rather than the teachers lounge. It would take 20 minutes to get back by train and you sighed at the prospect of not getting the files done till late. Turning to chide him, you stopped, frozen by the manic look in his eyes.

Satoru’s lips were suddenly on yours. You squeaked in surprise, hands coming up to his chest, fingers digging into his jacket. Pressed against the hallway, his thigh slipped between yours, the man caging you in with his arms. Limitless tickled your lips, his soft warmth making you lean into the sensation rather than away as you tended to.

Satoru’s kisses were fast, teeth clicking against yours as your mouth opened. He tasted sweet, tongue sliding along yours, teasingly lapping at your teeth. Your mind was reeling, small gasps making their way through the air as Satoru roughly kissed you.

The ends of his snowy hair tickled your face, the man cupping your cheek with one hand. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, swaying as you leaned into the kiss.

Satoru pulled away, licking his lips as he tugged the blindfold from his face. Your legs were like jelly, your core soaking wet from something as simple as kisses. He smirked at you, taking in the red tint to your lips and shaking breaths.

Satoru was like a god, a cocky and ambivalent god and now his attention was on you. It felt odd and in the back of your mind you knew you shouldn’t sleep with him. 

But what was the harm in one time?

Satoru tugged you down the hallway, large hands peeling layers from himself. You followed suit, leaving a trail of your clothing down the hallway until you were in his room, shivering and bare. Like the rest of his penthouse apartment, large windows showed the city below. The sun was already setting, gold light throwing shadows over your skin and the minimalist bed behind you.

Satoru paused, brilliant blue eyes raking over your form. It felt as though he were looking at your very soul. You shivered under his gaze, allowing yourself to stare at him. He was sculpted perfectly, each muscle textbook, his limbs as long as they were reminding you more of a willow tree than a spider. You flushed slightly as you took in the pale trail of hair that led from his belly button to his stiff cock.

Of course Satoru was big. The man had the ego to match and the arrogance that fit someone as well endowed as he was. You would have laughed at the realization if you didn’t feel like you were being stared down by a panther.

And then he was on you. With a gasp you fell back on the large bed, Satoru kissing you harshly, large hands tugging your thighs open. You shuddered, squirming beneath him as limitless touched you. It was too much, the buzzing along your skin overstimulating as he pressed against you. 

Satoru had been surprised when you mentioned you could feel it. Even more surprised when you explained the odd buzzing itchiness it caused.

As if he could read your thoughts he pulled back and you let out a noise of surprise as Gojo turned limitless off.

“That’s not safe!” You tried to sit up, only for the man to push you back onto the bed. Satoru had a wild look in his eyes that told you he did not care. 

“You said you don’t like how it feels.” Satoru leaned in, licking the side of your neck. His breath was warm against your ear, the man nibbling at the soft flesh, “I want you to enjoy this.”

It was a surprising statement. In the small moments that you had allowed yourself to see him as beautiful, you had mused that Satoru would be a selfish lover. It just seemed his speed, the man being so incredibly distant with everyone, putting on that childish facade.

The man above you seemed alien. Pale hair tickled your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck, biting your breast as he passed in on his way lower. You shivered as warm breath brushed against the wet juncture of your thighs. 

Satoru looked at you from beneath snowy lashes, large hands coming up and pining your thighs open.  He was teasing you, that big grin back on his face as he watched you squirm. 

His head dipped down, tongue flicking out to lick a stripe along your folds. Satoru let out a small huff, pressing his tongue flat against your clit.

You whined at his actions and then gasped as he slid two fingers within you.

“A little warning next time!” You panted you, back arching as he curled the fingers with you. Satoru’s fingers were long and the man was easily able to reach your G-spot, relentlessly pushing into you as he lapped at your folds. The man merely laughed, the sound humming against your clit as he sucked the tiny bundle of nerves. You moaned, head falling back into the pillows, hips rocking against his fingers as he pumped them into your warm heat.

Satoru nipped and sucked at your clit, relentless in his actions. Lips wrapping around the small budd, he curled his fingers just so, gently fucking into you at a steady rhythm. Your hips canted against his face, moans filling the room as you moved against his face. 

You were close, so close. The tight ribbon of pleasure drawn taught in your stomach. You hastened your hips thrusting, chasing your release.

He paused, looking at your panting and shivering form. You gave him a disappointed moan, shooting a confused look at the man. Satoru grinned. You realized what he was about to do a second before he did. Your half gasped ‘don’t’ barely left your lips as he turned Limitless back on. The odd buzz hit you from both his fingers and his tongue and you came undone.

Arching off the bed you let out a long moan, hips rutting against his hand and mouth as you came. Your walls fluttered and squeezed his fingers, thighs shaking about his head as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers.

“Yo-you ass.” You gasped, lying limp against the bed sheets. It wasn’t true irritation, more shock than anything. You didn’t think the man would ever do something like that. Hell you had never thought the technique could be used for anything but keeping him safe. 

“You like it.” Satoru laughed, shuffling up the bed and pressing a kiss to your lips. You accepted it, twining your arms around his shoulders, allowing your legs to fall open wider to accommodate his hips. His cock was stiff against your thigh, a thin trail of precum dripping onto your hip.

Limitless was off thankfully and you sighed as he lined himself up.

The grin was back and you found yourself smiling up at him. 

“Fuck.” He hissed as he pushed himself in, gritting his teeth as he bottomed out inside you. Air left you in a small whoosh and you gasped, hands moving to his biceps in an attempt to still the man. Your walls fluttered about him, struggling to accommodate the man. Satoru was large, almost painfully so. You shuddered, beneath him, inhaling quietly as you willed yourself to relax. He was surprisingly patient, blue eyes searching your face with mild concern until you gave him a small nod.

Satoru snapped his hips into yours, the man letting out a low grunt as he set a fast pace. You clung to him, feeling over-stimulated. The head of his cock dragged against your walls, mercilessly pumpling into your wet heat as Satoru chased his own end. He wasn’t concerned with your pleasure, the man let out low moans of pleasure in your ear. You hooked your legs around his back in an attempt to steady yourself, canting your hips upwards and matching his pace. 

The man was relentless, pressing into you roughly, each thrust bruising in its force. He shifted, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he gripped your hips with both hands. Satoru let out small moans, his thrusting becoming more and more erratic as he neared his release. You whined beneath him, the over stimulation becoming almost too much to bear.

“FUCK.” He snapped, hips snapping into yours a final time, his warm release flooding you.

For a moment you lay, panting, staring at the high ceiling of his apartment. 

Satoru rolled off you, trotting to the bathroom. You sat up, looking at the mess spilling from between your thighs.

“Did…Did you cum in me?” You gasped. Satoru poked his head out from around the doorway, blue eyes going from your face to your thighs.

“I’ll get you plan B.” He shrugged, “It was a one time thing, my bad.”

You sputtered at that, sitting up and gingerly rolling off the bed. Your hips ached and you winced as you took a step towards the trail of clothing you had left in his hallway.

My bad. The man was a child. You huffed angrily, pulling your clothes on and stomping from the apartment. The door slammed behind you with a satisfying noise.

It was only when you were a block away did you realize your purse was still in the office and you had no way to get home without the infuriating man.

Hungry

“I’m hungry” You sighed, pressing a hand against your stomach, leaning forward slightly. The pressure did little to help the deep ache. It had been at least 8 hours since you last ate. Looking back you regretted not having more than a bit of toast.

At your side Satoru shushed you, his gaze intently set on the phone in his hand. He was playing a stupid game, thumbs flying across the screen as he matched sets of little cute characters. You rolled your eyes, squinting up at the sliver of sky that peeked out from between the trees that surrounded you.

The pair of you were stuck on a mission. The kids were training, Shoko was busy and Gojo had gotten restless. So Yaga sent the two of you off, with the not at all subtle warning that the mission was business and not for pleasure. An embarrassing statement given to you in front of Megumi and Nobara. Both of which thankfully had the decency to pretend they didn’t hear.

“I think you being here has it hiding.” You muttered, shifting again in an attempt to ignore the pain in your stomach. 

“Curses don’t hide.” Satoru finally looked up from his phone, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. You resisted the urge to tell him that if you were a curse you would hide. Satoru was already being an ass, you didn’t want to stroke his ego.

“I know you can fight on nothing but a can of soda and bubble gum, but I need food.” You stood, wincing as your knees creaked. The two of you had been sitting for so long your joints felt ancient.

“You won’t be fighting.” Satoru pointed out, standing and shoving his phone back in his pocket. He turned without a word, marching back the way you two had come so many hours ago. You made a face at his back, stomping after him. The woods were starting to grow dark, the sun setting quietly. It was pretty, the deep shadows making the trees go soft around the edges.

The walk was silent but quick, the two of you back in civilization within 15 minutes.

“You head to our room, I’ll get takeout.” Satoru flicked his keycard at you and you caught it, gratefully hurrying towards the small hotel Yaga had booked. You paused, turning to glance as he walked towards the main street.

“Nothing too sweet!!” You yelled after him, sighing as he flipped you off over his shoulder. 

Making your way to the room, you let yourself in. Satoru should be gone for a bit and despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach, you wanted a shower. Sitting beneath the trees made you feel dusty and stiff.

Quickly stripping, you stepped into the rather large bathroom. It was plain, simple white tile and toilet with a large clear glass shower. 

“This is too much.” You muttered, turning the shower on and sighing at the THREE shower heads. You had a feeling Satoru had either booked the room or demanded Yaga find something so ridiculous. Stepping under the warm multi stream, you hummed to yourself.

“Maybe not.” The shower felt heavenly. Warm water from all sides, it made lathering soap a challenge but you didn’t get cold.

You let yourself relax

“I knew you’d like it.” Satoru was smirking as he leaned against the glass door. His figure was blurry, the steam thankful providing some cover. You glared at him, turning your back as you went for the shampoo.

“I had Yaga book the most romantic room.” 

You could hear his clothing hit the floor, the glass shower door sliding open. A brief draft of chilly air hit you and you sighed.

“You said it was a one time thing, Gojo.” You kept your voice clipped, pushing ice and sharpness into your words.

His hands slid onto your waist, chilled fingers sending a shiver down your spine.

“I know I did. But.” He paused, resting his chin on your shoulder. You could see him watching you out of the corner of your eye. Water flattened his hair, rivulets running down his face and catching on his long eyelashes. His long fingers were splayed against your hips, unmoving as he waited for you to respond.

You stared at the shampoo bottle in your hands, letting the man press against you. Satoru was warm, his much taller frame practically swallowing yours from behind.

“You hate me.” You finally allowed yourself to speak. It wasn’t true and you knew it. Gojo’s nastiness when you had initially met had been because of the council. You were just unfortunately the easiest target for his ire.

The man shifted, pressing his lips to your shoulder. It hid his bright eyes from your gaze. You waited, not wanting to press him.

“I’m sorry.” Satoru’s voice was soft as he pulled away. You turned, looking up at him in mild surprise.

“I didn’t think you knew how to apologize.” You teased, offering him the shampoo bottle. Satoru took it with a smirk. 

“You know I can be sweet.” He wiggled his eyebrows with the statement, making you laugh and smack his shoulder. Satoru lathered his hair, shooting you a quizzical look as you stared up at him.

“What happened to it just being a one time thing? To being fuck buddies.” You gestured at the large shower. “This is a bit romantic for that.” 

Satoru paused, the sudsy water running down his chest. He seemed for once, unsure what to say. You picked up the shampoo for where he had left it, scrunching your nose at the incredibly sweet smell that left the bottle. Vanilla, brown sugar and syrup all mixed together in a potent sludge. You shuddered slightly as you worked it through your hair, waiting for Satoru’s response.

“Shoko is one of the only women I am close to. She’s a good friend. Only a friend.” Satoru paused, one hand slowly massaging his scalp as he stared down at you.

“I don’t have time for dating. No interest in heirs or a wife like my family wants.”

He shrugged, tilting his head back and letting the water run over his face. You quietly continued washing yourself, not wanting to interrupt him finally opening up. Satoru sighed, shifting to look back down at you.

“I am hesitant to officially start anything because it may end with your death.”

You flinched at that, brow furrowing as you opened your mouth to question him. Satoru stopped you before you could, one hand pressing gently against your lips.

“I am the current head of the Gojo clan. Since I was born there have been countless bounties on my head.”

Satoru offered you a small shrug at your look of horror. He seemed unbothered, as if he were discussing the weather with you. 

“If I officially date or enter an arranged marriage, some of those bounties shift.”

The hand on your mouth slid down, Satoru lightly wrapping his fingers around your throat.

“You would be used to hurt me, to get me to use my powers for whoever held you.” 

You shivered at his words, one hand coming up to caress his wrist. It was sad. A man who stood on the top of the world and had no one. Even his closest friends were held at an extreme distance.

“We can keep it a secret.” You offered quietly. Satoru hummed at that, his hand dropping from your throat.

“We can try.” Was all he had to offer, a small smile on his face. You nodded once, heart fluttering in your chest slightly. 

“Food is getting cold.” He pinched your waist, tugging you from the shower and offering you a big fluffy towel. You wrapped it about yourself gratefully, sneezing once as the chill of the hotel settled against your skin.

“Please tell me you found something good.” Now out of the shower, your hunger was reinvigorated, your stomach growling loudly as you followed him back to the beds. Satoru shrugged, tightening the towel about his waist and gesturing at the spread he had laid across one bed. Udon, tacos, pasta, pizza, sushi and various pastries. All laid out in neat little containers. You almost moaned when you saw the food, mouth watering as you hurried to the bed.

“Couldn’t decide so I got a bit of everything.” Satoru tossed you a pair of chopsticks, the man immediately going for an eclair. You ignored the sweets, picking up one of the tacos and cramming it into your mouth. Flavor erupted across your tongue and you chewed quickly before snagging another. It was rude but you didn’t care, tugging one of the armchairs from the little seating area over to the bed. Your hair dripped onto your shoulders and back sending a chill down your spine. 

“Maybe the curse was hiding.” Satoru mumbled around a mouthful of pancake. You shot him a questioning look, a slice of pizza halfway to your mouth.

“It was probably afraid you’d eat it.” He chortled, gasping as you hurled a cupcake at him. Satoru caught it with ease, shooting you a wink before cramming it in his mouth. You rolled your eyes, biting into the pizza slice.

It tasted like heaven. Relaxing in the armchair you ate quietly, mulling over what Satoru had told you. 

What kind of life was it, to know you and your family would be forever hunted? 

Idiot

“He’s an idiot.” Utahime huffed. You offered the other woman a short nod, unsure of how to respond. Gojo was of course the cause of her irritation. Utahime was always upset with him and part of you wondered if she went out of her way to find a reason to be pissed. In the past year you had only seen the woman twice and each time she seemed more and more irritated not only with him but you as well. You knew it was all because you had the gall to defend Gojo, the ultimate crime, on your first meeting.

“Fucking asshole.” 

You jumped as the strange sorcerer kicked the subway wall, the woman hopping on one foot as she massaged the other. Anger radiated off her, practically filling the empty subway with her cursed energy. 

Utahime did not act at all how she presented herself. The soft garments of a shrine maiden were merely a shell over the rough edges of the sorcerer. You flinched as her cold gaze met yours, shivering as she took a step towards you. She was completely ignoring the cause of her ire, the tall man pouting next to her.

“Don’t you agree?” Her steely gaze was locked on your face, arms crossed as she waited for your answer.

Utahime was mad because per usual, Gojo ignored protocol. The simple joint school mission the pair of you had been sent on was almost immediately sidetracked by the appearance of a special grade. Of course the man couldn’t resist, making a bee-line to the curse and eradicating it. That meant he ignored all regulations, failed to inform the Kyoto school headmaster and created a mess he didn’t have to clean.

You had come here to learn about Utahime’s ability. It was as close to yours as anyone figured you would get. But now with Gojo’s actions, she was refusing to open up. It was slightly irritating and paired with her attitude towards the man, you were a bit frustrated.

Everything went back to Gojo. All the thorns in your side and headaches were usually caused by him.

But what little you had learned, he sort of had the right to act as he did. You loathed to admit it, but the man was powerful and deadly accurate. The council even begrudgingly admitted the fact.

“I mean.” You cleared your throat, looking at your shoes. Utahime’s glare burned a hole through your skull and you tensed as you continued.

“He is but, he’s earned it?” A question, not a statement and you cringed as Gojo let out a triumphant laugh. A glance upwards told you that your response had landed you squarely on Utahime’s shit list.

She was staring at you out of the corner of her eye. Suspicion was stamped across her face. You tried to ignore it, leading her to the mainroom the teachers would view the Goodwill Event from. Before you could slide the door open, a hand was on your wrist.

Utahime stepped close, eyes narrowing as she sized you up. Her eyebrows shot up and a look of pure shock and disgust crossed her face.

“He’s fucking you isn’t he?”

Your mouth dropped at that, cheeks flushing as you began sputtering. She was so blunt about it and smug. Utahime stepped back with a scoff, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

“I suppose if you want a man child as a hook up thats fine.”

Judgment dripped from every word and you could practically feel it exuding from her pores.

“Careful there.” You jumped as an arm slid around your waist, relaxing as you realized it was the idiot in question. Satoru looked incredibly happy and you sighed.

“You scarred them for life didn’t you.”

“I brought their friend back from the dead.” He protested, pinching your waist as he stepped away, flinging the door to the room open. The man let out a loud laugh, spinning into the room with a flourish. You sighed, making a face behind his back.

“See. Idiot.” Utahime hissed, stomping into the room.

She wasn’t wrong. There were times when his arrogance bordered on stupidity. But he was your idiot.

Not that you would admit that to him. Satoru was smug enough as it was, you didn’t need to add to his ego more than you already had.

Jab

You ignored the sharp jab to your side, shifting slightly to avoid the next one. Behind you, Satoru shifted closer, his knee pressing into the back of your thigh as he leaned in.

“Move it.” The words tickled your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“Shut up.” You hissed back, trying to move your lips as little as possible.

The man was bored and acting out, totally ignoring the elder who spoke before the small gathering. Yes the woman was speaking in the flattest monotone you had ever heard. And yes it was all just formality, a fancy speech that did nothing to rid the curse you could feel slithering about the old forest miles away.

But it was their village, their rituals and their village elder. Yaga had already briefed the two of you on this and despite being forewarned, Satoru was still acting like a child. Part of you wished you had been kept from the mission. That Gojo still hated you so you could avoid his child-like mask.

Another jab. You let out a small huff, sneaking your hand behind you and grabbing the offending finger. The familiar buzz of limitless hit you, running along the skin of your hand and up your elbow. Satoru shifted slightly, a noise of annoyance leaving his lips.

“We ask that you rest before going after the demon.” The village elder was now staring straight at your tormenter, her lips trembling slightly as she spoke. While she had been speaking, the sun had set, the chill of night settling over the small village.

“It is strong and has killed many.” With a trembling hand she gestured to a small cabin at the edge of the village. It stood outcast, squarely between the start of the forest and the end of the village.

“That house has been prepared for you and your wife.”

Your eyebrow twitched at that and you squeezed Satoru’s finger as hard as you could to stop him from laughing. It never ceased to amaze you just how stuck in their ways the elders of villages were. 6 missions in and you had yet to not be labeled as the white haired sorcerer’s wife. 

“Thank you for your kindness.” You quipped, quickly bowing and tugging Satoru to follow you. He did so without complaint, snickering quietly as you trudged to the small house. You were painfully aware of half the village watching as you did so. 

“Such a diligent wife.” Satoru teased, moving ahead of you to slide the door open.

“Shut up.” You grumbled, pushing past him and into the cool home. Winter’s chill bit at your skin, the small home had no fireplace to speak of. It was just an eating room and a bedroom.

“I think sacrifices used to live here.” 

You turned, throwing Satoru a questioning look. He pointed to the ceiling and you paled at the strange talismans that were carved into the moldering wood. It was old writing, barely legible, but you could still make out some of the prayers.

Good Harvest.

Boy Child.

Rain.

Full Stomach.

Anxiety twisted in your stomach and you bit your lip as you tried to recall the elder’s boring speech. Something about being sent a gift, about a brighter year to come. Words you had assumed were their hopes of having the curse eradicated.

“It's a trap.” Satoru shuffled over to the futon, flopping onto it without a care. He was too tall for it, his feet hanging off the edge. The man hadn’t bothered taking his shoes off, pointedly ignoring polite behavior. You followed suit, sitting beside him. Tucking your knees to your chest, you rested your chin, letting out a sigh.

“You can take it down right?” 

Satoru snorted, shifting his glasses to stare at you with one bright blue eye.

“All this time and you still doubt me?”  He pouted at you, reaching over and jabbing you in the side. You huffed at that, then froze as a ripple of curse energy hit you. The beastly curse was moving closer.

“It knows we’re here.” You whispered, shifting closer to the man. Satoru hummed, shifting to his elbows. His glasses had slid to the end of his nose and you shivered as his intense gaze swept around the room.

“This house might be part of it.”

“WHAT?” You clamped a hand over your mouth as the shriek left you. Horror churned in your stomach, your heart thundering in your ears as you felt the curse move even faster.

“Relax.” Satoru tugged you down next to him, one arm sliding about your waist. You opened your mouth to tell him you would NOT relax, when you felt the familiar tug of teleportation.

“FUCK!” You yelped, clinging to the arm about your waist. Satoru had pulled the two of you above the small hut. You gasped as a massive, slithering black shape slammed into the side of the house, squirming through one of the windows. A thin trail was left behind, the ooze twitching like maggots on the dry dirt.

“Weird.” Satoru sighed, tugging his glasses off and flinging them aside. You watched them disappear into the night, sighing as you knew after this, the man would have you looking for them.

A howl resounded below you and you watched in horror as the oozing mass wriggled from the house, barreling towards the village. Satoru hummed, watching it go with a look of mild disinterest.

“It’s going to kill them.” Your nails sunk deeper into the fabric of his sleeve. The curse was almost at the first house, the trail of sludge left behind slowly squirming after it.

“They were going to let us die.” Satoru had a look on his face, one you hadn’t seen before. It scared you, a look so apathetic it bordered on cruel.

“Satoru, it's going to kill them.” You snapped, squirming in his grasp. He was several feet above the ground and you knew a fall from this height could kill you. But you needed him to move, needed the look to leave his face.

There was a scream, high and faint as it was whisked away by the wind. 

“SATORU.” You yelled, pounding your fists against his arm, willing him to move. Willing null to activate for just a second. The sound of his name seemed to spur him into action and you gasped as suddenly you were on the ground.

The world spun around you and you fell backwards as you lost your fight against his teleportation. Faintly, you could hear the sounds of fighting, screaming. There were prayers as well. All of them muffled as you retched.

You didn’t know why it was affecting you so badly this time. Normally you could swallow the odd sensation. You swiped a shaking hand against your mouth, sighing as you turned to see a village in shambles.

Satoru stood in the middle of it, steely gaze sweeping over the trembling villagers who watched him in a mix of awe and terror. He had killed their strange god and destroyed half the buildings around him in the process. You noted that the little cursed hut remained intact, although it looked more aged, as if the years had finally caught up to it.

“Entertain another curse like that and it won’t be just the houses I destroy.” Satoru snapped. You shivered as he appeared before you, the man roughly pulling you to his side. As you were tugged through to the next location, you swore you saw a tear fall from his snowy lashes. 

When you returned to the school campus, Shoko had pulled you aside, asking how Satoru had seemed. You told her what happened, giving her a questioning look when she seemed to deflate. 

“It's nothing. Just the anniversary of a bad time for the both of us.” Was all she would say.

Knife

“When you activate null, use this.” Naoya Zen’in held out his hand, the large knife balanced perfectly on his palm. The blade was odd, curved in multiple places like a snake. It shone a soft silvery white, looking more like it was made from a shiny fabric than any metal. The blade stood in stark contrast with the deep burgundy hilt. The burgundy seemed to be an odd lacquer, bits of the same silver peeking out here and there. It looked a bit like a dragon’s head, sharp details sticking out here and there.

Made sense,  You thought dully. The council had told you to retrieve the ‘Dragon’s Fang’.

It had been 3 months since you entered the world of Jujutsu sorcerer. 3 months since your normal life ended and the drudgery of being Gojo’s assistant began. 

“He can still fight without his powers.” You murmured, staring at the shimmering blade. It was special, held in the large armory the Zen’in family watched over. Super secret unless of course you were a Zen’in or listened to gossip in the sorcerer world. Despite the family’s reclusive and in your opinion, incestous lifestyle, information still slithered from their estate. You had a feeling some of it was intentional, the family throwing their weight around while trying to come across as more elite than other clans. It honestly annoyed you, it was bad enough that you were looked down upon for messing with other sorcerers powers a few months back, but now with the Zen’ins? It was a whole other level of snubbing.

The council had sent you to the Zen’in estate with no notice. You weren’t sure what Gojo had done, but they were pissed, practically shaking as they demanded you follow their orders.

It wasn’t the quietly spoken “if he goes rouge, take him down”. No this time it felt like an assassination order. 

Entering the estate had only added to that feeling. The servants only had sharp looks and silent pointing as they guided you from the entrance to Naoya. He was even worse, the man flashing you a smile you knew he thought was charming and you thought was akin to a serial killer.

“Yeah but even if you die you’ve still done us a service.” He followed the chilling words with another horrible smile. You shuddered, slowly reaching up to grab the knife.

Your plan had been to avoid touching the man, but Naoya was quick. His free hand came up, quickly trapping your own hand in his grasp.

You suppressed the urge to yank your hand from his grasp, trying to offer him a polite smile.

“You know.” The man moved closed, the sleeves of his haori brushing against your arms. There was barely any space between the two of you and you winced as the position angled your wrists painfully.

“If you do survive, I’m in need of a wife.”

There was a moment of silence, the man leering down at you. 

“I uh. What?” Was all you could manage. A mixture of amusement and rage twisted in your  chest. Jujitsu sorcerers seemed to all have issues with ego, the surety with which they carried themselves borderline narcissistic. 

“Well, your ability might be useless after Gojo is gone. But having a wife who was strong enough to take down that sorry excuse for a sorcerer. Well.” 

He laughed sharply, fingers digging into your hand. The embossed hilt of the blade was sharp in places and it bit into the palm of your hand painfully.

“Let’s just say that's a good look for me.”

Silence fell after his words as you struggled to think of a response. Insulting him would only land you in hot water, but staying quiet might be taken as acceptance.

“Mr. Zen’in.” You began, flinching slightly when the man let out a huff.

“Call me Naoya.” His hands were like steel vices, pressing into your flesh with the subtle nastiness that ran through his family.

“Mr. Zen’in.” You persisted, slowly wiggling your hand out of his. The hilt of the blade hurt, scraping your palm as you worked your hand free.

“As flattering as your suggestion is. I must politely decline.” Your palm was bleeding. The cursed blade had torn two lines through your flesh, like gnarled claw marks. You curled your fingers, letting the hand drop to your side. Blood spattered from between the digits, dripping to the expensive tatami beneath. It was rude, but it was the only insult to the Zen’ins you could actually get away with.

“Think you’re too good for me, don't you?” Naoya hissed, his eyes narrowed to slits. He looked like a large snake, his fangs bared at the little mouse that had bit him.

You shook your head slowly, licking your lips as you thought how best to answer. On one hand you could lie and tell him something to stroke his ego. On the other hand.

“You wouldn’t want Satoru’s sloppy seconds would you?” It was a lie of course, the man couldn’t stand you. But Naoya didn’t know that.

You regretted the words however, almost instantly. Your head snapped to the side as Naoya slapped you. A gasp left your throat as you staggered, ears ringing from the force of the slap.

“Fucking whore.” He hissed, one hand wrapping around your bicep as he began dragging you through the halls of the estate. You stumbled after him, dazed and in pain. 

Before you knew it you were being shoved harshly, falling to the pavement in front of the Estate. Naoya stood over you for a moment, the knife clutched tightly in his hand. 

“The Zen’in don’t lend weapons to whores.” And with that, the estate doors slammed shut. 

You sat on the pavement for a moment, one hand prodding the cheek he had slapped. Had the asshole really used cursed energy to hit you? Overkill, everything about the Zen’in family was plain overkill.

There was no taxi to take you back into the city. Of course not. You were the council's dog, the thorn in Gojo’s side.

Tears welled in your eyes as you walked and you swiped a hand roughly against your cheek. It came away stained by blood, he had split your lips.

“Just what I need.” You sighed, trudging along the quiet street. The sun was nearing the end of its arch, sunset not too far away. How long would it take you to get back? A glance at your phone showed you a low battery and several missed calls. You sighed, quickly searching to see how long it would take a taxi to get to you.

Too long was the answer. It looked to you as if Naoya had done something. The closest car was a 40 minute drive from your location. You shoved your phone back in your pocket, stifling the urge to scream.

“So you ignore my calls in favor of Naoya Zen’in? Why am I not surprised?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of Gojo’s familiar tone behind you. He had found you somehow and you hoped he wasn’t irritated enough to deny you the use of his teleportation skills.

“The council sent me there.” You turned, offering a small scowl. It was met with a furrowed brow, Gojo pressing his lips into a thin line. Even though his eyes were covered you could tell he was leveling a glare at your face.

“It didn’t go well.” You mumbled, pressing your hand against the tender spot on your cheek. There was probably a hand print nicely formed on your face by now.

You flinched as Gojo took a step forward, grabbing your wrist as you withdrew it from your face.

“Ah.” Was all you could think to say as he inspected the already scabbing cuts on your palm.

“They sent you for the Dragon’s Fang?” Gojo’s tone was even as he inspected the cuts. You nodded slowly, watching his face warily. If he knew the blade’s name then no doubt he knew the reason you were told to retrieve it. 

“Naoya is an idiot.” The man scoffed as he let your hand drop, turning his attention to your cheek. You winced as his finger prodded it, limitless buzzing uncomfortably against the bruise.

“What did you say to piss him off?” Gojo’s lips were twisted in a scowl, his irritation for once not directed at you.

“Well.” You cleared your throat inhaling sharply, “He told me I'd make a good wife.”

Gojo scoffed at that, pulling away as he stared down at you. The bruise on your cheek burned as you flushed, squirming slightly under his hidden but still intense gaze.

“So I ah.” You paused again, not able to get the words from your throat. Silence stretched between the two of you for a long moment. The man was still, hands in his pockets as he waited for you to finish.

“So I told him he wouldn’t want your sloppy seconds.” It was barely a whisper that left your lips, but Gojo heard you clearly. The man let out a loud laugh, one hand patting you on the shoulder as he did so. You were surprised at how unbothered he was by it. You had expected anger or annoyance per usual. This was different.

“Oh that’s perfect.” He mimed wiping a tear from his blindfold, still chortling. “I can’t wait for the next meeting we’re in.”

You shuddered as he teleported you without warning, the dizzying lurch in your stomach almost too much to bear. The familiar halls of Jujutsu high surrounded you and you shuddered, trying to rid yourself of the after effects of being pulled through space so roughly. You realized he had set you down in front of Shoko’s office, the familiar door a welcome sight for your aching face.

“Why?” You asked, panting slightly as you straightened. The urge to vomit never got easier to swallow, his stupid ability’s side effect lingered like a bad omen.

Gojo grinned, leaning in to gently pat your stinging cheek. His breath smelled sweet, the scent of spun sugar and chocolate filling your nose.

“So I can slap the shit out of him.” The man laughed as he pulled away, the grin turning devious as he turned to knock on Shoko’s office door. 

“And to ask why he wants my sloppy seconds so bad.” 

Lie

He was lying.

“Just friend with benefits” A grunted moan, his hands tight against your hips, grip painful against your soft flesh. Satoru’s hips thrust against yours, driving his cock deeper into your warmth. His pale face and hair were drenched with sweat, the man somehow not tired 3 rounds in. You writhed beneath him, breathless and aching. He was merciless with each thrust, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with deadly precision. Between your thighs he looked like a pale god, chiseled muscles flexing with each thrust into your core.

“Won’t happen again.” His tongue was on your throat, lips sucking at you as if you were the sweetest nectar. You moaned beneath him, fingers gripping the mattress in an attempt to ground yourself. Satoru’s cock pulsed within your walls, his sloppy thrusting becoming more erratic as you let out a small cry. Each thrust dragged the fat head of his cock almost completely out of you before he slammed back in with dizzying force. You came around him, fingernails biting into his back as he spilled his own release within you. 

“Last time.” Satoru’s moan was muffled by the pillow your head was shoved into. He pounded into you from behind, fingernails biting into your hips as he chased his end. You felt as if you were made from jelly, soft moans barely escaping your throat as he slid roughly in and out. The slap of his balls against your clit and thighs echoed in the empty room. Mixed with your low moans, it made for a lewd cacophony. You clenched around him as he bit the back of your neck, a low cry leaving your throat.

“No more.” He huffed, white hair slicked to his forehead as he thrust slowly into your cunt. His lips were on yours, soft kisses swallowing your moans as he caressed your breasts. This was more gentle than usual, almost loving. Satoru was savoring you.

Satoru was addicted to you. And he was lying to you both.

Moan

You hadn’t meant to moan. The sound had slipped out as you stretched, the warm sun and sand eliciting the noise from you. Not that you cared, this was a well earned vacation, one you had practically begged for. Sure you had to go alone, everyone else having missions and no free time. Your eyes slid shut and you let out a content sigh. It was worth it just to relax under the bright sun. You had earned this, the past year had been shit and more recently had gotten confusing. Satoru hadn’t said anything about the two of you sleeping together. He hadn’t acknowledged it. And while you were fine with it being a one time thing, it did feel a bit odd to not even talk about it. A simple ‘That was great but never again’ would have been preferable to the silence.

“Geez, didn’t realize the beach was a porno set.” 

Your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice. To your right sat Gojo, wearing nothing but blue swim trunks. You pretended to not notice the trail of hair that snaked beneath the rather low waist band of his shorts. He shot you a teasing grin, pretending that he was blind to your annoyance. You propped yourself up, leveling a glare at him.

He was drawing stares with his physic. Even out here on a rather remote beach, the man stood out as a model. Long limbs and the shock of white hair made it so he was the center of attention always.

“Are you skipping out on a mission right now?” Despite it being your vacation time, your mind immediately leapt to the pile of files you knew was sitting forgotten on his desk. Satoru snorted, lying back on your beach blanket and crossing his arms behind his head.

“I finished early. Just didn’t tell Yaga yet.” 

He was responsibly slacking off. A different route than he normally took. Still, with him here, that put you in the hot seat if Yaga and the council figured it out. 

“Go away.” You huffed, lying back down and closing your eyes again. Focusing on the sound of the ocean and seagulls, you tried to ignore the feeling of the back of his hand against your thigh.

“I’m not allowed to visit my favorite assistant?” You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that he was smirking.

“I’m your only assistant.” You quipped back, nestling further into the blanket and the sand beneath. If only the sand would open up and swallow the man whole. Satoru was silent but remained beside you, his warmth somehow competing with that of the sun. 

“So what's the plan for tonight?” He asked it so casually, as if you were a couple deciding on the next step of their vacation. You propped yourself on your side with a huff, scowling down at the man.

“I am going to get wasted at the hotel bar and you are going to be at the highschool filing reports for Yaga.” 

You jabbed your finger in his chest to punctuate your point. Satoru grabbed the offending hand gently, holding it to his chest. 

“Or we could get drunk at the hotel bar.”

You scoffed at that, tugging your hand free and standing. The white haired man followed suit, stretching as he did so. You pretend to not notice the tight planes of his chest and stomach tensing as he did so. He looked good in the sun. Too good.

“You can’t hold your alcohol.” It was a fun fact that Satoru seemed to pass around like it was the most important fact about him. Any adult sorcerer working in the Tokyo area probably knew that Gojo Satoru couldn’t drink. 

“Wanna bet?”

You paused, one foot extended to start your trek back to the beachside hotel. Satoru did keep his bets. You had heard as much from both Shoko and Nanami. Usually his bets were stupid and the prize for winning involved him spending money in some way. But you wouldn’t complain about the Gojo family account being used to buy you a treat.

“What are the stakes?” You tucked your beach blanket under your arm, squinting as you stared up at the man. The sun threaded through his white hair like slivers of gold. His hair reflected the light so well it was difficult to look at him without sunglasses.

“First person to tap out loses.” Satoru looked so confident that for a moment, you wondered if he could seriously out drink you. But no, you smiled, giving him a small nod.

“And if you lose?” 

The man hummed, tapping his chin mockingly as he thought. He looked beyond amused at the thought of you winning.

“I’ll have Yaga extend your vacation and you can use my debit card for one whole day, no questions.” 

That had you pause. Extended vacation was an easy thing for him to do, but that paired with unlimited access to his money felt odd. You narrowed your eyes at him, waiting for the catch.

“And if you lose.” He paused, licking his lips as he stared down at you. Silence stretched between the two of you before he let out a laugh. 

“You’ll see.”

You didn’t like the sound of that but you didn’t think that you could lose to Mr. Lightweight. It was well worth the risk.

Or so you thought. Your mind changed when you were 10 shots in, Satoru keeping pace with you easily. This was not the man who couldn’t keep his alcohol. He sober where as you were struggling to not gag as you forced your 11th shot down. You had agreed to some expensive monstrosity. The bartender having pointed out how high the alcohol volume was per shot. Satoru had bought the bottle, setting it on the table between you. A black label and shockingly pink liquid inside, it didn’t look appetizing. You were pleasantly surprised with your first shot. It had initially been delicious. But now all you tasted was sickeningly sweet liquor that slid slowly down your throat like a nauseating honey.

The room swayed around you, low lights and loud music creating a confusing haze in your mind.

“D-did you just want me drunk?” You slurred, one shaking hand reaching for the bottle to pour your 12th shot. Satoru grabbed your hand, holding it in his. The large hand around yours was warm and you swayed slightly as you traced the veins that threaded over the back of his hand.

“I didn’t think you would go this far.” He sounded perfectly sober. If it weren’t for the light blush across his cheeks you would have assumed he hadn’t been drinking at all.

Maybe he hadn’t. You thought dully, leaning across the table to scrutinize his mouth. Maybe he’s been teleporting the alcohol out of his mouth.

It was not a logical thought, but you were well past that point. There was no way you were losing to Mr. Pretty boy. Grabbing his face with one hand, you glared at his lips.

“You’re cheatin’.” You mushed his cheeks, squinting at his plush lips. Satoru let out a small chuckle, sticking his tongue out.

“Am not.” His response was childish as were his actions, the man teleporting the two of you and the bottle from the bar to a room. For a moment it felt as if your stomach was left in the hotel bar. It took all of your willpower not to vomit, the lingering effects of his ability causing the room to sway even more.

You gawked at the large room, faintly realizing it was the penthouse suite. The very one you had joked to Yaga about booking only for the man to go pale and ask that you please don’t. It cost over 2500 dollars a night.

And you could see why. It was essentially one large and very open apartment with an immaculate view of the ocean. The large floor to ceiling windows showed off the ocean glittering beneath a full moon. You let go of Satoru’s face, swaying slightly as you walked over to the windows.

“Th-this is your room?” You glanced over your shoulder, hands pressed against the cool glass in an attempt to keep yourself steady. He nodded, joining you with a small smile.

“The school doesn’t pay for me.” 

It made sense. The man never wore generic clothing brands, he always chose the most expensive restaurants for lunch and he seemed to have a taste for wasting money on tourist trap sweets.

You watched the waves crash against the glittering shore, entranced by the dancing moonlight. It was better than anything you could have seen from your small room. You had somehow booked one of the few rooms that faced the parking lot. 

The dark waves swelled and abated, a mesmerizing repeated action that had you in a slight trance.

“Did I win?” His voice had become huskier and you turned in time to see Satoru downing another shot. That put him at 13. You let out a scoff, marching unsteadily over to him and reaching up to snatch the bottle away. He held it above your head, blue eyes glittering in amusement as you let out a noise of frustration.

“You’re cheating!” You snapped, jabbing a finger into his chest. Satoru scoffed at that, turning to place the bottle on a nearby side table.

“How so?” He crossed his arm, looking down as you jabbed at him again. With a huff you made a wild gesture at his face then around you.

“Teleporting the shots.” 

Satoru blinked at that, blue eyes widening slightly before he burst out laughing. His shoulder shook dramatically as he doubled over, cackling like a mad man.

“Y-you think I’d waste energy on teleporting shots??” The look he gave you was pure incredulity. As if he couldn’t believe how stupid you were. You felt your face flush, embarrassment swelling in your throat as you tried to think of a response. 

The alcohol made it hard to think, it dampened your mind's ability to snap a little retort at him. So instead, you doubled down.

“Yes.” You said it with as much mustered courage as you could. Internally you were beginning to doubt yourself. But you didn’t want to admit defeat. You were too proud.

Satoru let out another barking laugh, leaning in close. You could smell the sweet liquor on his breath. It radiated from him as heavily as it must’ve been radiating from you. 

Didn’t mean he drank it. You thought, leaning back as he closed in further. Satoru proved you wrong with a kiss.

He tasted as if his mouth had been drowned in the liquor. And in a way it had. You moaned as he lapped at your lips, the man slipping his tongue into your mouth. Unlike earlier, the taste didn’t make you want to gag.

No, on Satoru's tongue it was somehow sweeter. His hand gripped your waist, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss. You followed his tongue with your own, leaning into him. Letting Satoru guide you to the large bed.

You were inebriated, more so than him, but you didn’t care. The buzz in your head fueled your actions. You were ravenous, wanting to taste him. Wanting him to devour you.

You blinked and your clothes were off, his large hands parting your thighs as he lapped eagerly at your folds. The warmth of his mouth sent shudders through your core. You moaned, rutting your pussy against his face. Satoru held your hips in place, laughing as you let out a small whine. He kissed and lapped at your clit, eating you out as if it were his last meal.

You shuddered with each moan he released against your warm flesh, the vibrations adding to your mounting pleasure.

The heat in your stomach was tight, a taut rope ready to snap as Satoru sucked at your folds, his tongue laving against the soft flesh.

Satoru flicked his tongue against your clit, teeth scraping against the sensitive bud as he pushed deeper into your heat. You came as he thrust two fingers into your cunt, the simple intrusion enough to send you over the edge. Walls clenching around his long fingers, you moaned into your palm, shuddering as Satoru continued thrusting his fingers into you.

You blinked again and he was climbing on top of you, his lips sliding against yours. You drank him in hungrily, the taste of alcohol and yourself strange against your tongue. Threading your arms around his neck, you pulled him close, allowing the tall man to slot himself between your legs.

Satoru’s hands slipped beneath your lower back, tilting your hips up and letting his cock slid into your core with ease. You moaned as he bottomed out, thick cock filling you completely. He set a soft pace, each thrust almost loving as Satoru chased his own release.

You moaned against his neck, hips chasing his as you felt a second orgasm building. The rough patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock kept catching on your clit, sending small waves of pleasure through your stomach. You shuddered beneath him, walls pulsing as he dragged the head of his cock all the way out before plunging back in. 

“Satoru.” You slurred breathlessly, your tone begging. The man groaned in response, his grip tightening on your back, his pace picking up. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, your walls fluttering widely around him as he slammed back in to the hilt. 

“Cum.” Satoru rasped, his lips tickling your neck as he hastened his pace. You shuddered at his words, a small orgasm washing through you. Walls clamping down on his cock you let out a cry as he pulled back, hands grabbing your hips. Satoru slammed into you, his chest and face flushed as he chased his end. Your walls clenched around him, almost too sensitive as he slammed into you again and again.

Satoru came with a growl, his hips slamming into you a final time, hips flush against yours as his cock spilled within you. The heat made you shudder, your walls flutter lightly as his cock jerked within you.

You blinked and the blankets were tucked around you. Satoru had cleaned you up, slipping into bed beside you with a smile.

“There’s water in the bedside table if you need it.” His voice was low and tired, the man burying his head beneath the pillows. You hummed in response, moving closer to his warmth. Your pussy ached. One one had he had been rough and on the other you wanted more.

“I’m never drinkin’ again.” You giggled into the pillow, your eyes sliding shut as you tried to block out the spinning room. Satoru snorted at that, mess of white hair peeking from beneath his pillow, “Yeah right.”

You halfheartedly shoved your foot into the back of his knee, snickering as the man let out an indignant huff. 

“Next time I’ll win.” You murmured, snuggling closer to him. Satoru let out an amused noise.

“See? Already talking about more alcohol. Deviant.”

Nasty

He had stopped being nasty. Between the cake and Naoya insulting the two of you it wasn’t really a surprise. The natural progression of relationships dictated that this was the next logical step for the two of you.

It just felt wrong. You walked on eggshells around the man, afraid to do anything that would bring back his ire. In your eyes he was the unknown factor. While you were fine with moving into a less volatile work environment, Satoru was as ever, unreadable. 

So you were cautious, the mouse that followed the lion on its rounds, waiting to be eaten.Satoru noticed, of course. Nothing went unseen by the six eyes.

“Can you act normal?” It was snapped at you mid battle. Satoru had his fist lodged in a curse’s abdomen, shooting you a blindfold covered glare as he yanked his arm free. You offered the man a look of confusion, jumping out of the way as the second curse smashed its fist into the concrete beside you. A howl of frustration made you wince and you were quick to dart behind Satoru as the curse swung again.

The sorcerer was quick to dispatch it, barely looking at the howling mass and instead turning to you with a glare.

“You keep acting like you’re waiting for me to jump you.” The words were snapped, closer to what you had grown used to the past few months. And he wasn’t too far off the mark. In a way you were waiting for a version of that. Waiting for him to snap at you with the annoyance he had always reserved for you.

“You’ve gotten a lot nicer.” You murmured, side stepping the dissolving curses to follow him to the next location. Satoru huffed at that, seeming to struggle for a moment before answering.

“I’m stuck with you.” He pulled his blindfold down slightly, allowing one glittering blue eye to peek at you. In the bright sun it looked as if his eye were glowing, the glittering iris eerily bright.

“No point in putting energy into being nasty.” 

You hummed at that response, clasping your arms behind you as you trailed the sorcerer. His words were woven with something else. An emotion he was trying to keep from you. 

Silence stretched on between the two of you as you walked back to Jujutsu High. For once he didn’t teleport you away, leaving you to walk alone. It was nice, the cool breeze threading through your hair as you walked beside him.

“Is there any sweet I can make for next week's mission?” You decided to break the silence, not wanting to let it linger too long. This was an olive branch of sorts. Testing to see if things had truly changed. 

Gojo glanced over his shoulder at you, gaze hidden as always. You noted the breeze that didn’t touch him despite whipping up your hair around your face. The man walked, a sort of affront to nature. Existing as a contradiction to your old life and the rules of the world as you knew it. And he looked so human as he did so.

“Anything at all?” He asked. You nodded, pausing as he stopped walking. The tall man thought for a moment, shoving his hands deep in his pockets.

“Do you know how to make Kikufuku?”

You blinked at that, not expecting it. The dessert was a little difficult but you figured you had a week to try and perfect it. And you had a feeling he might eat any failed attempt you gave him anyways if it was sweet enough. 

“I can do that.” You offered him a small smile. Satoru smiled back, turning to continue back towards the highschool. You followed, not minding the silence that settled between the two of you.

Orgasm

“One more.” He groaned, white hair covering his brilliant eyes. You whimpered at that, shaking your head as you attempted to weakly push him away. Satoru was like a statue, his lips latched on the soft flesh of your neck. 

The two of you had been at it for what felt like hours. Your abdomen ached from cumming multiple times. His fingers that had been like silk earlier were now tormentors, dancing over your sensitive flesh. You had no idea how he was able to keep hard, the man having emptied himself within you at least 4 times now. And yet he persisted.

“He was hit with a stupid curse.” Shoko looked more exhausted than usual. The bags under her eyes were darker, intensifying the dirty look she was giving Satoru. You nodded slowly, wondering why of all people, you had been woken up in the middle of the night for this. It wasn’t like you could reverse a curse. Shoko was the best healer in Tokyo and if she couldn’t fix it, no one could.

“I can’t undo it so he’ll need to ride this one out.”

You glanced back at Gojo, taking in his blown pupils, glassy eyes and pink dusted cheeks. It was a look you had seen only during sex. He looked ravenous and slightly in pain. 

“Shoko please do not tell me what I think you’re going to tell me.” Dread swirled in your stomach. In the research you had done alone, you had come across curses of a nastier variety. Nasty in that they tended to infect humans in ways that broke down self control, caused them to attack or worse. You had read of a curse in Kyoto that had existed several years ago. It had been used by a curse user Geisha to influence her male patrons. To have them literally die without sex.

The small brunette gave you a nod as the answer.

“Please.” Satoru was begging. It was so unlike him and you knew that the curses effect was still holding strong. You let out a garbled moan as he slid two fingers into your cunt, thrusting sloppily into you.

“Just keep him busy while Nanami finishes the thing off.” Shoko shifted to the side as you pulled Satoru from his seat and towards the door. Almost immediately his hands were on you, sliding beneath your shirt as if his best friend wasn’t 4 feet away.

“And if Nanami fails?” You weren’t aware of anyone being able to keep the blonde busy and shared a look with Shoko. It was the, we don’t get paid enough for this shit look. The answer was they kept throwing sorcerers at the thing until it was taken down. That's why Gojo had gone first, it was a special grade and he should have dispatched it with ease. It was concerning that instead he was a mumbling mess groping you without shame.

“One more.” His voice was raspy in your ear. Satoru’s lips latched on your ear, his thumb roughly pressing against your clit. The two fingers within you thrust sharply against your aching heat. Your walls quivered around the long digits, too sensitive to do what he asked. You shook your head, wordlessly moaning as you threaded your fingers through his hair. Tugging at his head did nothing to deter him, the man merely moving his lips to your breast, ignoring the small whine you let out.

It wasn’t easy getting him to your apartment. The man was determined to fuck you, location be damned. A small blessing was how close your apartment was. You dropped your keys twice, each time due to Satoru’s hands being somewhere they shouldn’t. In truth you were slightly nervous as well. This felt like taking advantage of the man. Yes he was practically begging for it, but you still felt odd about it. 

“Damn you Shoko.” You muttered, tugging him inside your apartment and locking the door. This went way beyond your job duties. Way beyond the relationship you currently had with the man. 

Satoru’s blue eyes were like beacons in the dimly lit room, taking in your swollen lips and half lidded eyes. He still looked ravenous, pupils dilated as he took in your flush form.

“One more.” 

Satoru moved, almost too quickly to follow. You shuddered as his hot breath met your wet cunt, the man staring at you for a moment from between your thighs. With his snowy hair and brilliant eyes making him look almost vampiric. Demonic.

You let out a shrill moan as Satoru began lapping at your clit. His warm tongue moving in tandem with his lazily thrusting fingers. It was too much, overwhelming. It was as if electricity crackled beneath your skin, stemming from his mouth and fingers. Satoru moaned against your folds, his tongue lapping languidly at your heat. 

He seemed drunk on your taste, the man making obscene noises as he drank in your juices. It was too much and you found yourself somehow cumming again, the small orgasm ripping painfully through you. 

Every cell in your body seemed to shake, your breath catching in your throat as Satoru lifted his head. His lips parted and you whined as you waited for him to mutter ‘one more’ yet again.

And then something shifted.

Satoru blinked once, then twice. He sat up, one large hand rubbing over his face and into his sweaty hair. You waited, holding your breath as he shuddered, shaking his head as if to clear it.

To your immense relief, Satoro looked back at you with clear eyes. The odd glazed look having vanished. Nanami was successful.

“Oh thank god.” You rasped, allowing yourself to shift away from the man. On top of being immensely sore, you were becoming uncomfortably aware of how much of a mess you were. A mix of saliva, sweat and cum was drying on your thighs and the sheets beneath.

“Fuck.” Satoru was equally raspy, wincing as he stood. You noted that his raging boner had settled down, the appendage looking just as sore as you felt. 

“Shower?” You nodded at that, taking the hand he had extended you. It took immense effort, neither of you able to fully stand. Between the two of you it took nearly 10 minutes to hobble the short distance to your bathroom. Your legs felt like jelly and you knew Satoru’s hips were killing him. 

The hot water was a balm against your aching flesh, the two of you helping the other wash the dried aftermath of your coupling. Satoru looked apologetic as he did so, the man uncharacteristically quiet as he helped. You paid it no mind, grateful as he teleported you to his apartment. Neither of you had the energy to clean your bed and you refused to sleep in the mess. 

Instead the two of you collapsed in his massive bed, Satoru pulling you into his arms as you began to drift to sleep.

“ ‘M sorry.” He mumbled against your hair. His hands were warm against your skin, holding you close. You let out a small hum in response, feeling exhaustion settle into your bones.

“If I ever find out you got hit with that curse on purpose I will kill you.” It was barely a whisper, your lips pressed against his chest as you allowed sleep to take you. As you fell asleep, you almost swore he laughed.

Pain

“Hold still.” You sighed. The teen grumbled at you, wincing as you tightened the bandage. Yuji had gotten badly injured. Not his fault, you in part blamed Nanami, the adult who was supposed to be watching him. But truly the fault lay with Mahito, or whatever his name was and Gojo for allowing Yuji on this mission.

The fight had pummeled the kid so badly that you were surprised he was conscious. You held another bandage over a weeping hole in his hand, trying your best to not hurt him further. Blood and dirty tissue were strewn across the classroom around you, the makeshift attempts at stemming the bleeding creating a gorey mess.

“Don’t start.” Nanami sighed as you leveled a look at him as he entered the makeshift base. You bit your tongue, merely nodding when he offered to take over. Nanami was upset, no that wasn’t right. He was furious. 

“I'm going to find Gojo.” You stood, brushing your skirt off and grimacing at the drying stains on the gray fabric. Nanami nodded, focused on the trembling kid before him.

“Don’t kill Gojo, if you can help it.”

You laughed at that, only slightly amused. The blonde knew you and Satoru well. As you left the building, you passed a panicked Ichiji, the man stammering into his cell phone as he rushed up the stairs past you.

The train ride was uncomfortable, the dried blood on your skirt getting you many stares. But you ignored it, focusing on your anger. As an adult it was your job to keep the students safe. That line of thinking extended to all of the Jujutsu Staff. Taking risks was part of the job, yes, but recently it had felt as though they were placing the kids directly into harm's way. The council was behind it, the old idiots determined to bend the world to their whims. But the teachers could still twist the rules to keep the students safe.

It was easy enough to find Gojo. For once he wasn’t on a mission. The man was actually doing paperwork, sunglasses perched on his nose and a popsicle in his mouth. You entered the staff room with a clatter, the door slamming shut behind you noisily. 

“You are a pain in this world’s ass.” You huffed as the man looked up from a file. Satoru raised an eyebrow, pulling the popsicle from his mouth with a wet smack.

“Hello to you too princess.” The white haired man looked at you warily, his tone carrying an unspoken question.

“Yuji almost died.” You sat on the desk, purposefully covering the file he was working on. It was a move he frequently pulled on you and you figured it was about time for a taste of his own medicine. Satoru sat back, popping the popsicle back in his mouth as you continued.

“This is the second time, in only a few months.” You gestured widely, trying to keep your anger in check. In the back of your mind you kept seeing the teen’s hands, full of holes as if someone had taken a drill to his flesh. It was horrific and you knew despite his smiles and reassurances, Yuji was in pain. Not just physical either. There was a mental toll to this job and it had been made a thousand times worse with that mission.

“If you aren’t careful he might make that curse bond or whatever with Sukuna.” 

“He already did.” Sstoru tossed the bar popsicle stick into the trash can, shrugging at your incredulous look.

“WHAT?” You sat bolt upright, eyes wide as you took in his calm demeanor. Satoru ran a hand through his snow hair, shrugging again as you sputtered at him. There were rules to follow when something like this happened. Reports to file, a council to inform. None of that had happened as far as you were aware. 

“How do you know?” You tried to calm yourself, fingernails digging into your palm as you stared at him.

“Call it intuition.” Satoru stood, gently lifting you from the desk and setting you aside. You huffed at this, lips pulling down in a scowl as he went back to the file you had sat on. One hand threaded through his snowy hair, the man letting out a sigh as you stood closer to him.

“Should we talk to him about it?” Your tone was more defeated now, shoulders feeling heavy as you stared at the impassive man.

“No. It's not like he would be able to talk about it.” Satoru sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a questioning look, your anger leaving you as he answered.

“Sukuna would make sure of that.” 

It made sense. You sighed, looking down at your blood stained skirt.. The sorcerer was infuriatingly always right. A realization made you laugh out loud and you shook your head as Satoru shot you a questioning glance.

“I was just thinking. I used to annoy you and now here you are annoying me.” 

He laughed at that, offering you one of his brilliant smiles.

“You’re still a pain in my ass.” There was no venom in his words, just a light teasing that made your heart flutter slightly.

“You love it.” You muttered, bumping your hip into his chair with a small grin. Satoru nodded, gazing back down at his paperwork as he answered.

“I do.”

Queasy

He was being an idiot. You knew it, Gojo knew it and worst of all, the council had enabled it. Another child saved from an execution. Postponed was the actual verdict but you knew if Satouru had his way, Yuji Itadori would live. 

But now? This was too much. All of the school was under the impression Yuji was dead. Satoru had laughed as he told you the plan, the manic grin on his face only a little unsettling. He had Nanami and Yuji parading all around Tokyo, investigating things that at last glance, were missions assigned to Gojo.

“Fuck.” You sighed, tossing your fork back on the plate. Food had been weird lately. The stress of the job and the added Yuji secret had been making your stomach go sour. Queasiness struck you at random points of the day and you resisted the urge to vomit. 

You had thought rice and curry would be safe. When you ordered from your favorite restaurant, you had intentionally left a note asking that they make it as mild as possible and they had. But four bites in and you couldn’t finish. You stared at the nearly full plate, willing yourself to just eat a little more. 

In the past week you had barely eaten, the odd feeling making it impossible to stomach much past liquids. It was affecting what little work you did, Gojo noting that you were slower than usual. He was joking, he assured you, the man more willing to be handsy with you now that the secret of your relationship was known among the students.

Lifting another bite to your mouth, you paused, then bolted. Nausea swelled in your throat and you barely made it to the toilet in time, the little bit of food coming right back up. Heaving into the toilet, you faintly wondered if you should get a check up from Shoko. The woman was busy but you knew if you asked she would put everything down to assist.

“Ew.” 

You flinched at the familiar male voice, lifting your eyes from the white ceramic. Gojo was leaning against the doorway, a box of mochi in one hand. He popped one of the small treats in his mouth, watching you glare up at him.

“Need time off?” He asked around his mouthful. You shook your head, shakily standing and flushing the toilet. Swiping a hand across your mouth, you let out a sigh.

“It's just stress.”

Gojo hummed at that, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively, “You know what's good for that?” 

Rolling your eyes, you stepped around him, shuffling back to the kitchen. The food smelled too much. It wasn’t bad, it was just off putting. You put it away, dry heaving once and shuddering.

“Are you sure it's just stress?” Gojo had followed you, still eating the mochi. You knew that within the next 10 minutes they would be gone. The man ate enough sugar to put a normal person in a coma.

You opened your mouth to answer and then gagged again as the sickly sweet smell of the mochi finally made its way to you. Of all the flavors, strawberry had to be the strongest. You hurtled to the bathroom again, this time vomiting bile. Your stomach was empty and you let out a whimper at the tight cramping in your belly.

Satoru had followed you back, sans the mochi. He looked concerned, blue eyes roving over your form before moving off you and locking on the small wicker basket you kept next to the toilet.

“I know you consider us fuck buddies.” He started. You grimaced at that, heaving into the toilet again. He considered what you did as friends with benefit. You loved him. Not that you would admit that, it would take an eternity before you did. Gojo Satoru was a man who couldn’t love you back, not the way you wanted him to.

“So this question might be crossing the line. I don’t know.” He shrugged, gesturing to the basket beside you, “When’s the last time you had your period?”

You froze at that, eyes sliding to the unopened package of pads that sat neatly beside you. A package you had bought well over two months ago.

Stress. It's just stress. You thought faintly. There was a buzzing in your head and you swayed where you kneeled. 

It couldn’t be. You felt sweat sliding down the back of your neck, your stomach cramping and writhing in your abdomen like a feral animal. Satoru was silent, eyes widening slightly as he took in your panicked expression.

“Oh fuck.” And he teleported. 

The nausea vanished as a sudden wave of anger and sadness hit you. Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a strangled cry.

That was his reaction to finding out he potentially got someone pregnant? What else could you expect from a man who reminded you, with his cock firmly buried inside you, that this was just a ‘thing between friends.’

“Here.”

You flinched at his reappearance, mouth parting in shock as he handed you a boxed pregnancy test.

“Did you steal this?” You asked incredulously, standing and quickly pulling down your pants. Sitting on the toilet, you blushed slightly, realizing Gojo was not going to budge from his spot at the door.

“Not really.” He shrugged at your irritated huff, “I put money on the counter.”

You sighed, trying to ignore the fact that he was staring as you peed on the stick. This was the most humiliating thing he’d ever done, you decided. An invasion of privacy that you weren’t prepared for. You supposed regular couples would have no issue with this. But with Gojo, you still weren’t sure he saw you past the pleasure you provided.

“Now we wait. You gingerly balanced the stick on the edge of the sink, grimacing at the sight. Saturo hummed in response, turning and marching back to the kitchen. You moved yourself to the living room, not wanting to watch the stick. Sitting on the couch, you let out a sigh, pulling a blanket over yourself.

You were cold and tired. Just stress things right? You prayed that was the case. In three minutes time you would find the true answer and it was all you could do to keep from crying.

You had barely gotten used to this strange sorcerer world. The idea of a mini Gojo Satoru running around was terrifying. 

Shoko had once mentioned that as a child, the man had bounties on his head. The world as is was fucked up as it was, addding sorcerers to the mix had only shown you it was fucked up with supernatural powers.  

“Here.” You blinked in surprise as Satoru brought you a cup of tea. Taking it gratefully you took a tiny sip. The warm liquid slid down your throat comfortingly, settling in your stomach. Thankfully, the tea didn’t seem to trigger your nausea.

For a moment the two of you just sat, the air between you tense. And then your phone went off. You flinched, turning off the alarm and staring wide eyed at Satoru. 

“You want me to look first?” 

You nodded at that, feeling a mix of fear and relief as he got up and marched into the bathroom. Silence, then he was coming back out, the test and the box in his hands. Satoru looked from one to the other, stopping before you. 

Turning them both towards you, he stood, his expression neutral. You looked at the stick and felt your heart sink. 

Double lines, you were pregnant.

“These things aren’t always accurate.” Gojo slipped the stick back in the box, tossing them in the small waste basket you kept in the living room.

“We should schedule a blood test.”

He was surprisingly calm, sitting beside you and sliding his hand down your back in a comforting motion.

“What if it's accurate?” You stared at the wastebasket and the small corner of blue that peeked over the edge. In your chest, your heart was thundering away. A mixture of fear and an odd sense of wonder churned in your stomach. The tea you had drunk felt like too much now, sloshing in your stomach in a sickening motion. 

“Then we’ll figure it out.” Satoru pulled you closer, and you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to slip his arm around your waist.

“What if I want to keep it?” You weren’t sure what to do. Your powers were unreliable, Gojo was the most powerful sorcerer in all of Japan. Had you ever wanted kids? You didn’t think so. But there was this odd feeling in your chest, a heaviness that was twined together with your secret love for Satoru.

“Then we keep it.” His answer was soft, murmured into your hair. You nodded, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. It had taken a moment but you realized in all of his answers he kept saying ‘we’. 

“You won’t leave me?” Your voice cracked slightly and you shut your eyes, body tensing as you waited for his answer.

Satoru pressed his lips against your forehead.

“Never.” He laughed slightly, “As much as you might annoy me. I’ll always take care of you.” 

You shifted, looking into his eyes, searching for the catch. Satoru offered a soft smile, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“We’re in this together.”

Relax

“How am I supposed to relax with your damn eyes glowing in the dark?” 

You were beyond exhausted. Almost two days of no sleep, subsisting off of energy drinks and snacks from vending machines. The mission had been a bust, the curse user you had been sent after being given the heads up beforehand. Smug bastard that they were, they had dragged you and Satoru across two cities till finally you had cornered the curse user in a small village alley. 127 whole miles from the original spot you were supposed to have finished the mission. 

Despite the lack of sleep, Gojo had dispatched the curse user with ease. Hell maybe because of the lack of sleep. The man was a monster, something you were realizing more and more with each passing month. A good monster but still, you were glad you weren’t on the curse’s side of this battle.

“I’m not sleepy yet.” Satoru mumbled, eyes locked on the book in his hands. You scowled at that. It was pitch black in the hotel room, EXCEPT for the eerie glow that his eyes gave off. It let him see in the dark, see practically everything. And right now, it was making it impossible for you to sleep. Even across the room they glowed like annoying beacons. Everytime you managed to drift off, if you shifted ever so slightly, the blue glow would appear, burning through your eyelids.

You knew it was because he kept glancing at you. 

“Damn it.” You huffed. Throwing the blankets off, you slid out of bed, stomping the few feet over to him. Anger and exhaustion made you bold, turning off the normal filters that kept you polite. Now was not the time for niceties. You were tired and he needed sleep as well. Normal behavior be damned.

Satoru made a noise of surprise as you pulled the blankets from him. The book was tossed to one side as you straddled his thighs, gently pulling his member from his boxers. You ignored the grin he gave you as you bent down, gently licking the soft skin of his cock. It twitched in your hand, quickly hardening as you lapped at his skin. 

Satoru finally closed his eyes, the room truly dark as you gently sucked the tip of his cock. The room silent except for the soft lewd noises your mouth made against his skin.

You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock as you slowly slid his member further into your mouth. He wouldn’t fit in your mouth fully, the man was too large for that. But what didn’t fit in your mouth, you gently pumped with one hand. He was stiff and warm in your mouth, strangely sweet against your tongue. Not that you would ever complain. Saliva pooled from your lips, coating the rest of his length as you flattened your tongue against the head of his cock. He thrust his hips against your mouth, murmuring something you couldn’t quite hear.

Bobbing your head up and down, you hollowed your cheeks, slowly pulling against the tip of his cock. Satoru let out a muffled moan, one hand threading in your hair as he urged you further down his cock. You resisted the urge to gag, letting your throat relax as you humored the man.

“Good girl.” Satoru breathed out, the hand in your hair tightening as you took him down your throat. You scrunched your face as his pubic hair tickled your nose. It took all of your effort not to react, instead taking a deep inhale through your nose to try and fill your aching lungs. 

Satoru was too big, your throat ached as he began to gently thrust up into your mouth. You gripped his thighs to steady yourself, letting him take control. 

His thrusts were gentle, rutting against your throat with a rhythm you could take. Drool pooled from your lips, coating the base of his cock as you stifled a moan of your own. The grip on your hair tightened as you pulled all the way back, lips stopping to suck at his tip. You teased him for a moment, tongue laving at the underside of his cock. It let you breath while also teasing him a bit.

Satoru’s grip in your hair was iron, the man shaking beneath you as you slowly lowered your head again. Inch by inch you took him back, allowing him to push all the way back into your mouth.

“Fuck.” It was a small breathy moan, Satoru’s grip loosening as you took control. You took it slow, teasingly bobbing your head along his length. Just fast enough to build to his release, but not enough to send him over the edge.

This was your little revenge for him being such an ass during the mission. 

You let out a muffled yelp as his hand tightened in your hair again, pushing your face back down his length. Drool smeared across your nose and cheeks as he thrust up into your mouth, chasing his release with no regard for you anymore. 

A silent two can play this game from him.

Satoru’s low grunts and moans filled your ears as he pounded his length into your throat. It was bruising and you nearly gagged as he dragged his cock back then thrust it deep within your throat. Satoru ejaculated into the back of your throat and you swallowed instinctively. The warm liquid slid easily down your throat and you groaned as he kept cumming. His large hand massaged the back of your head as you swallowed his full load, a quiet praise falling from his lips.

With a sputter, you pulled yourself from him, coughing as you massaged your throat. On one hand you were a little pissed but on the other, you hoped he was finally tired.

“Go to bed.” You rasped, trying and failing to clear your throat. Satoru laughed at that, tugging you beside him and nuzzling your neck.

“Relax. You’re going to give yourself a stroke with how much you stress out.” His words carried a hint of sleepiness, the man’s eyes blessedly closed as you tugged the blankets over the two of you. He was being an ass again but you were too tired to fight him. Instead you allowed sleep to swiftly take you.

Sealed

“Suguru?” His voice sounded broken. Your heart ached from your hiding spot, fingers digging into the subway tile as you listened to the man you love break. Anger, incredulity and pain. They radiated from him in violent waves that painted the subway with his cursed energy. 

“You CAN’T be Suguru.” Rage had won, Satoru struggling against his bonds as he faced the imposter. You couldn’t hear the other man, his thin lips barely moving as he spoke to Satoru.

Not that it mattered. The situation was far beyond your abilities. Even if null worked now, you doubted it could do anything against the odd black prison Satoru was currently within. 

You had heard snippets on the way in. The curses who were intelligent enough to speak, Yuji who had figured it out somehow. All painted the picture that horrified you.

They meant to seal Gojo Satoru away. 

It meant destruction of the world as you knew it. And there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

So, as the reanimated Suguru moved to finalize the seal, you leapt forward. 

Your presence had been unnoticed, Your stupid ability kept you hidden from them until you stepped from behind the pillar.

And by the time they realized it, your hand was in his, and the seal was complete. 

You let out a terrified scream, fingers tightly gripping Satoru’s hand as pitch black surrounded you. It felt odd, as if all the air were being sucked from your lungs. You were being crushed and pulled apart at the same time. 

Then the black peeled away, a sea of chattering skeletons unveiling themselves to you. Beside you, Satoru sat slumped, eyes locked on the twisting black plane beneath you. He was in shock you realized. Whether from seeing his dead friend or the impossible task of sealing him, he was frozen. 

The skeleton’s hissed, swelling forward, arms posed to attack. You flinched, arms coming up in a futile attempt to push them away, to keep Satoru safe. He was the only way out, you had to keep him alive.

There might not be a way out. It was a harrowing thought and one you were quick to swallow. You would not give in, not while you could still claw and scream. 

The skeleton’s stumbled back, flattening against the dark walls of the cube. They were mushed into the sickly black, weakly fighting against null. The walls absorbed them greedily, the collection of bones clawing to be free from the darkness.

“Why now.” You laughed bitterly, the sound of your voice being absorbed quickly by the walls around you. Null was listening fully. It was like breathing, happening as you willed it with no thought involved. 

Your powers crumbled the skeleton mob, clearing the space around you with ease. But it did nothing against the cube. The walls absorbing Null like it was nothing.

A Prison just for him, You couldn’t remember where you had heard that. But it might explain why your ability did nothing to the prison itself.

“FUCK!” You kicked at a loose bone, watching as the skeleton’s slowly began putting themselves back together. They were moving at a snail's pace, bones inching across the rippling black walls, before snapping in place.

Beside you Satoru remained still, staring at the ground. His hands were limp in his lap, hair hiding his eyes from your view. You had a feeling however, that they would be dull. The brilliant blue smothered to something darker. More human.

It didn’t matter either way. You could do what you had been doing best for the past year. Buying time. However long it took, however many Eons you were trapped. You would keep going until Satoru was ready to be himself again.

Tummy

Training break is what he called it. Work interruption is what you called it. Either way you had relented, allowing Satoru to bend you over the desk with little protest.

His warm hand was on your stomach, gripping the soft flesh as he drilled into you from behind with slow precision.

“Not yet.” Satoru whispered, rocking into you slowly. You moaned in response, fingers gripping the edges of the desk. Your bare breasts were pressed against the many scattered files , the paper rustling slightly with each thrust. Satoru’s cock was like velvet, slowly pushing in then dragging out at an infuriating slow pace. Each thrust built the pleasure twisting in your abdomen, but not enough to cum. You whined, trying to push back into him. The man merely laughed, stilling within you.

“If you’re going to be a brat then I’m having my fun without you.” He pulled free, flipping you in a fluid motion. A frustrated protest left your lips as he moved you, brow furrowing as a wave of irritation threaded through your veins. Your back hit the desk with a thud and you let out a gasp. Slightly dizzy, it took you a moment to realize he had only partially meant what he said.

Satoru had been saying, ‘Just this once’ a lot since you had first fucked in his apartment. The man was adamant on not giving what you did a label but also hungrier than a starved dog. You spent half your days sore from being drilled into. He was relentless.

“Be good and maybe I’ll let you cum.” Satoru panted, holding your thighs closed as he gently nudged the head of his cock between them. You gave him a small scowl and a nod of affirmation. 

Satoru set the slow pace again, using the slick of your folds to lubricate your cock as he languidly thrust between your thighs. Each thrust had the underside of his member catching on your clit and you whined, canting your hips against his.

“Be good.” He snapped, pace picking up as he shifted, freeing one hand to smack your ass. You yelped at that, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth. As much as he liked to break the rules, you were mortified to be in the office, pants discarded on the floor and Gojo between your thighs. The absolute last thing you needed was Nanami or Yaga walking in on the two of you. As unbothered Satoru would be by that.

The lewd sound of his cock dragging through your wetness filled the room and you prayed that everyone would stay out on their missions for as long as possible.

Satoru rutted against you, teeth grit as his cock pressed against your warmth. Beneath him, you remained as still as you could, hips canting slowly against his. The warm underside of his cock nudged your clit with a lovely precision, gently coaxing you closer to orgasm. You fought the urge to spread your thighs, to beg him to fuck you. Satoru was fixated on your thighs and you knew any movement from you would have him chiding you and starting the process all over again.

“Wanna cum?” He panted out and you nodded eagerly, squirming against him. Satoru picked up his pace, pulling your thighs as flush against your abdomen as he could. He rutted against you, freeing one hand to rub against your clit. His thumb was rough, actions hurried as he swirled the pad of his finger against your clit. 

You moaned quietly begging him for more. Juices dripped down your ass and you knew some of the files beneath you were ruined. But you didn’t care, too focused on the tight heat in your stomach and how Satoru’s cock slipped, nudging against your entrance.

He pinched your clit, tugging it roughly and you came undone. Walls fluttering around nothing you whined.

“Good girl.” Satoru huffed out, still sliding his cock through your folds. He was close, his eyes half lidded, cheeks dusted pink as he rutted lazily against you. Satoru came with a small groan, his seed spilling across your stomach, warm and sticky.

He stood still, cock growing limp between your thighs. You lay on the desk bracing yourself for his stupid habitual sentence that ruined every intimate moment you had together. 

But instead of the usual ‘Just this once’ he asked.

“Wanna be fuck buddies?”

Umbra

Satoru was like a celestial being. It was something no one could deny, no matter how irritated they were with him. He was like the sun, shining down upon the common folk of earth. Bright and cocky he alone kept the world in balance.

In contrast, you were the moon, hidden in shadow. A quiet and simple celestial body with little to add.

And together you created an eclipse, your union the Umbra hiding his light from earth. 

You hadn’t meant to use your ability. Null turning on was never intentional. But in your intense anxiety and fear for the students, it was like a switch was flipped.

The curtain that had been placed around the goodwill event flickered and shattered. To your right Utahime gasped as if she had been punched, eyes going wide as she stared at you.

“Turn it OFF.” Satoru snapped, one hand grabbing you by the bicep, the man shaking you roughly. He and the rest of the world sounded like they were underwater. Null seeming to slow time down for you by a fraction of a second. You let out a squeak of pain, concentrating.

Utahime was yelling something, her face pale and sweaty. Both of them were nervous and panicked, no doubt feeling exposed.

No one liked when you used null. It stripped them of their abilities, of a core part of what made them who they were. Like a piece of me died. That’s how Gojo had described it.

You shuddered in his grasp, willing the ability to just fucking stop. And it did, a dull rush of sound started up again and the world was as it had been. Gojo was off, rushing into the woods with Utahime on his heels.

You stood alone on the pathway, useless again. The sound of distant fighting met your ears, woven beneath the rustling of tree leaves. 

Why attack the students? Why keep just Gojo out? You stared at where the curtain had been, the path untouched as if nothing had happened.

To keep him distracted from their true goal. Your head snapped around, gaze locking on the school building. It was empty save the few sorcerers who guarded the various vaults of the school. 

You turned fully, darting back towards the school. There was no reason you should have. In truth you should have called out, found someone else to alert. Hell found one of MeiMei’s crows to alert. But there was no time.

You ran, senses on high alert as you searched for cursed energy. Everything was muddled, Yuji and Todo were fighting something strong. It overpowered the area, mixing with the natural energy Gojo exuded. But there were other energies, quieter but you could still feel them.

There was one you didn’t know. Slimy and cold, itching beneath everything else. You turned a corner, concentrating on holding onto the feeling.

And you froze. An odd man stood mid step, looking equally as surprised as you. He was sickly looking, pale with many stitches woven into his skin. His arms were full, items that exuded strong energy, no doubt stolen.

Definitely stolen. You shuddered as your body recognized the dull throb that was Sukuna. It was a painful energy to be around. A finger, they had one of his fingers.

“Did you make me go wiggly?” The being asked, tilting his head to one side. You frowned at his question, body tensed to flee. There was something about him, something off beyond the fact that he was a cursed spirit.

“Wiggly?” You were hesitant to talk to it, but maybe you could stall it long enough for someone else to notice. The spirit nodded, shifting its stolen goods slightly.

“Like all the cursed energy was being sucked into one point.” He laughed, the sound high and manic. “It was hard not to give in and just disappear.” 

A patched spirit, human like with stitches. If it touches you, it changes your soul. It will kill you in the most painful way possible. 

You remembered then, Nanami’s grim report. Of the boy Junpei and the spirit that killed him. Mahito. His name was Mahito.

He took a step forward, dull gray hair falling in his face. You took a step back, legs shaking slightly. Mahito squinted at you, a grin spreading across his face.

“It WAS you wasn’t it?”

The laugh again, unpleasant against your ears. Mahito took another step, the wolfish grin plastered across his face.

“He’s not going to be happy to learn about you.”

You wanted to ask who the cursed spirit meant. But Mahito lunged forward and you kited to the right, dodging his half hearted attempt to touch you. He merely laughed, quickly disappearing over the campus wall, his limbs having twisted to awful horse like hooves.

You stood for a moment, watching where he had disappeared before turning and rushing back to the forest. 

Satoru saw you before you saw him. He was on you in second, arms wrapping around your waist. Normally you might’ve pulled away, not wanting the other teachers to see the affection. But you were terrified. Somehow, having your existence acknowledged by Mahito was the worst feeling.

“Mahito.” You panted out, wincing as Satoru’s fingers dug into your sides. 

“He took a finger.” You gasped, trying to catch your breath as you twisted in his hold, jabbing a finger over your shoulder. “Other things too.”

Satoru was silent, his hands clenched at his sides. You realized what he was waiting for and waved your hand in front of your face.

“He didn’t touch me. I promise.” 

Your words relaxed the man, but only by a fraction. Beneath his blindfold, you could see the furrow of his brow and the clench of his jaw. He was pissed, mind working double time as he thought out his next move. 

Mojito’s days are numbered, You thought faintly, turning as Utahime and Nanami caught up with the white haired sorcerer.

Void 

Volcano head was screaming something. You couldn’t hear from your spot next to Yuji, squinting as you tried and failed to follow the fight. Gojo was too fast and the curse was trying pretty well to keep pace. Beside you, Yuji was tense, leaning forward as he took in the fight. It was a learning opportunity, though you hoped he was getting more from it than you.

Satoru was showing off and you had a feeling the Curse was as well. It was angry, insulted and blood thirsty. You shifted in your spot next to Yuji, nibbling at your thumb as you thought about using null. It wasn’t like you could conjure it up at will, but if something went wrong it would be up to you to protect Yuji.

What a joke. The critical part of you was quick to quip. And it was. At most you could buy the kid a few seconds. Hell you had a feeling Sukuna would do more for the kid and not even out of the kindness of his heart. I am pathetic. You thought tiredly.

Something changed and all of a sudden Satoru was before the two of you. His demeanor was more serious and you shivered as he extended limitless to the two of you. Around you the earth changed. Suddenly fire and lava sprang up on all sides. Heat pressed against your skin, hungrily lapping at limitless as it tried to singe your flesh. You were trapped in a ball of molten earth, the Curse spirit looking triumphant at whatever he had caused.

“You know.” Satoru started, hooking one finger into his blindfold and tugging it down. “The best way to get rid of a Domain expansion, is to lay down your own.” 

Domain Expansion. It had been explained to you once in an attempt to see if it was something you could achieve. Null functioned similarly, or so they thought. But alas you had never gotten past basic combat. Still you remembered enough and you shuddered as you watched lava bubble around you. He was explaining it for Yuji’s sake, not yours. Still showing off as the teacher he was.

No one sees Infinite Void and lives. Nanami had stated once. Satoru never let them. And you could see why.

As the words left his lips, the volcanic field around you was sucked into an abyss of black. It was the night sky. Space and all its stars. It was the gap between cells, the void between atoms. The void stretched on for Eons, spirling farther than your human mind could comprehend. It was beautiful and it was terrible.

You and Yuji clung to Satoru’s waist. He hadn’t said anything to either of you, but you knew without asking. If you got separated, you would vanish, become part of the void that stretched on without end. 

He shifted and suddenly your trio was behind the Curse. Yuji was in your arms and you were tucked in the crook of Satoru’s left arm. You shared a bewildered look with the teen. In the void, there was too much. You were frozen, unable to act. And yet Satoru cut through the space as if it were nothing. 

The curse sputtered before you, gasping as if it were failing to draw air. Did curses breathe? Did the rules of the world matter in this void? 

Satoru was saying something, his free hand gripping the top of the curse’s head. You barely heard it though, mind churning as you stared at the void beneath Satoru’s feet.

Did the council truly think you could ever defeat someone like this? A mortal God. The thought almost had you laughing at the sheer absurdity. Were you watching Gojo? Or was he watching you, the one with the power to crumble the world he stood at the top of as its God?

You felt Yuji tense in your arms and you looked up in time to watch Gojo rip the curse’s head from his shoulders. The man looked terrifying, the void crumbling around him like shards of moonlight. Even murderous, he was still beautiful. 

You and Yuji sat, still clinging to each other as Gojo questioned the curse. IT didn’t work, a different curse springing into action, a field of flowers springing up around your group. The scent of the flowers made it hard to think and you and Yuji watched as Satoru chased after the two. 

“Too much or not enough?” It was hours later and you glanced up from the paperwork you were working on. Satoru had his head tilted as he looked down at you, one eyebrow raised.

“What was?” You looked back down at the report, wondering how best to put into words how the night went. Yaga wanted detailed reports when it came to Yuji, understandably so. But you were having trouble putting the night into words.

“My teaching.” Satoru rested against the desk, crumpling a few of the finished files you had set to the side. You shrugged at that, inhaling quietly as you penned a half hearted description for Yaga. Satoru watched quietly, eyes narrowed as he read each word. He hadn’t put his blindfold back on yet, the brilliant blue of his eyes unsettling as ever.

“It’s called Infinite Void.” Satoru jabbed a finger at the report. You shot him a look, nudging his finger out of the way as you finished the report. 

“I know. Yaga wants descriptions.” You gestured at what you had written. It was a lackluster description in your opinion. There was no way to put Infinite Void in writing. Anything but the domain was just a pale imitation.

“I can’t exactly accurately describe infinity with mere words.” You shoved the report in its file folder, tossing it in the complete pile. Satoru hummed, holding his hand out. You squinted at him, then took it with a sigh.

He teleported you to his apartment, walking over to the kitchen counter where bags of take out sat waiting.

“I'm not sure we’ve eaten yet today.” Satoru was right of course. Things had been too hectic the past month and not eating was starting to become a habit with the two of you. It wasn’t healthy and you grimaced as your stomach suddenly awoke, grumbling unhappily. 

Per usual, Gojo had ordered from several different restaurants. While he tackled the many sweets that had come with the order, you picked at a pasta bowl that had been in one bag. 

“Did it scare you?” You pushed the noodles around the bowl, watching Satoru’s face as he licked icing from his fingertips. “Using Infinite Void for the first time?” 

The man thought for a moment and then shook his head. “Why would I be?”

You looked back at your meal, taking a small bite as you thought. Of course he wouldn’t be. Between his other techniques and the 6 eyes, his domain expansion was just the natural next step. Still, it made you wonder. 

“What does it look like to you?” 

You blinked at his question, swallowing your bite as you carefully considered. Satoru’s eyes were locked on your face, two unblinking blue skies.

“It's like you.” Your answer was as truthful as you could get. It was the only way to even come close to accurately describing the domain. 

“Terrible, overwhelming and yet beautiful.” 

Satoru laughed at that, popping a strawberry in his mouth. “You think I’m beautiful?”

You shot him a glare. “I could be blind and still recognize your beauty.” 

He let out a small laugh at that and you rolled your eyes. Gesturing at him, you let out a small sigh. “You are a God among us are you not?” 

Satoru shrugged at that, something in his eyes changing as you spoke. There was something guarded in his expression, as if he had heard this before.

“Your looks, your powers. Everything is stacked in your favor.” 

You didn’t need much knowledge of the world of curses to know that he was at the top. Gojo Satoru was the envy of all, even those blind to the curses around them. He waded through humanity an Adonis among the masses.

“Is that why you sleep with me?” He smirked as you sputtered, “A gold digger for the Gojo clan money and power?”

Satoru dodged as you chucked your fork at him. You were part angry and part amused. Of course he would get out of an actually serious conversation using sex.

“I sleep with you because unfortunately I like you.”  The heat in your cheeks was an inferno. You could feel the blush extending down your neck. It wasn’t something you had ever admitted out loud. Not when beneath him in bed, nor bent over a desk. No matter how much you had felt during sex with the man, you had always kept it to yourself. To you, it was a girlish crush that he would brush to the side. Satoru wasn’t one for serious emotions. Not when he could hide behind his normal facade.

“The real you that you show me shards of.” You clarified, cutting him off as he opened his mouth to respond. A silence fell in the kitchen as the two of you began eating again. You felt mortified, embarrassed at the partial confession. If only null worked on me, you mused, wondering what it would take to disappear from the apartment without Gojo’s help. But alas, that wasn’t in the cards. Even if you could suddenly teleport it wasn’t like you could flee from this world and your responsibilities in it. 

“I like you too.” He murmured, so low that you almost didn’t hear it. The words shocked you to your core. He seemed incapable of such emotion and yet here he was, eyes locked on his plate. Satoru was unable to look at you as he admitted it. 

You merely hummed in response, knowing better than to push it. This was as close as you would get to love from him.

Weightless

There was nothing but air around you. The sky was to your back, the ground oh so far below. 

It had launched you. The curse had moved around Gojo and instead had wrapped one vine-like limb around your legs and flung you into the sky. 

For a moment you had spun, end over end. A dizzying ascent that had you nearly pass out. You weighed nothing, your organs were all rearranged, trying to crawl out your throat. Far far below you could see the dark speck that was the massive curse and an even smaller white speck that was Gojo. 

With a sickening lurch you reached the peak of the arch. Your body seemed to freeze, movement stopped for just a second before gravity grasped you and you plummeted to the ground. Tears streamed from your eyes as a silent scream bubbled in your throat. The ground hurtled upwards the small specs of trees becoming larger with each passing second. You could see the leaves now and your eyes slammed shut as you let out a high wail. Body tensing you waited to feel yourself crumple.

“Gotcha.” Satoru’s arms wrapped around you and your sudden descent halted. All of the air felt sucked from your lungs and you gasped as you struggled to breathe. Just feet below you was the forest floor, the green cheerfully rustling in the low breeze. Your fingers dug into his jacket and you trembled as your mind tried to come to terms with the fact that a few seconds later you would have died.

There was the odd tugging pull as Gojo teleported and you were back in the hotel room you had rented out for this mission.

“T-the curse.” You managed to sputter out, knees shaking as you sat on the bed.

“Blam.” Satoru punched one fist into the palm of his other hand, a large grin on his face. He looked beyond smug, adjusting his blindfold with one finger. You let out a small sigh of relief, feeling some sense of safety seeping back into your veins. This mission had taken too long for your liking and you knew Yaga was going to have a fit when you got back.

“You need to get used to that.” The man flopped onto the single armchair in the room, adjusting his blindfold.

“Being flung?” Your heart was still pounding, the words barely making it out of your throat. The look you threw at him was a mix of annoyance and incredulity. In the several months you had “worked” for the man, never had he brought up “Being Flung” as one of your job duties.

“Uh, yeah.” Even with the blind fold, you could read clearly the ‘are you stupid?’ look plastered on his face. You opened your mouth to tell him off and shrieked as suddenly his hand was on your wrist.

And you were weightless again. 

“SATORU!!!” You howled, eyes tearing up as you plummeted from who knows how high. There were only clouds and cold biting air. A plane of bright white that dizzyingly spun past you as gravity latched onto your flesh. Tears filled your eyes as stinging, icy air bit at your face and exposed skin. You couldn’t see the ground as you fell, the fluffy clouds hiding your horrible fate from you as you plummeted.

“IT’S NOT SO BAD.” Satoru was next to you suddenly, letting himself fall as he grabbed your hand. You let out a wordless shriek, rage and fear mixing in your stomach as you fought the urge to pass out. Fear filled your head like a thick syrup, the urge to survive grappling the inevitable death that awaited miles below you.

The ground was visible now. A horrible patchwork that became clearer with each passing second. Farm land and cities painted themselves before you with a dizzying speed. Your heart was in your throat, pulse a thunderous roar in your head as you let out another howl.

“Relax.” Satoru huffed. You were back in the white expanse of sky again, no longer falling. High above the clouds where the air was thin and cold. Dew was quick to collect, a chilling cover that did little to calm your frantic pulse. Satoru held you in his arms, scowling down at you. His chest pressed against your back, arms locked tightly at your waist as he let out another sigh.

“You need to be able to react well to attacks like this.”

Slipping his blindfold off, Satoru stared at you with his brilliant eyes. They rivaled the sky you realized, still able to find him attractive despite the fear still threading through your veins.

“Curses will always try to separate and concur.” 

He shifted you in his arm, face close to yours as he held you close. Satoru’s breath was sweet and warm, surprisingly welcome against your chilled face. It nearly made you loosen your hold on your anger. And then he opened his mouth again.

“It's easier to pick off the weaklings and then focus on me.”

Words formed and failed to pass your lips. You were beyond pissed at the man. Despite his angelic looks and charming grin, he was a devil.

“F-fuck you.” You managed to sputter out, fingers digging into his sleeve as you tried to avoid looking down.

“Ah, you wish.” He cackled. You silently cursed him as the man teleported you back to the hotel room. Gojo was your personal devil, you decided.

Xeric

“Five letter word meaning a very dry habitat.” Satoru was hunched over a wordscross, the man so bored he had resorted to reading the newspaper. You sat beside him, watching as the airport flight board went through its cycle, wincing each time your flight number was displayed.

Delayed by 2 hours. You weren’t sure you could last another 2 hours with the whiny man baby. He had gotten nicer since the night he had come crying. The past 3 months it had been easier to be his assistance. But now that he wasn’t hating your guts, you were being given the same aloof rich toddler routine he gave everyone else.

You knew it was a facade. That Satoru was unable to let anyone in. The event in his teen years that he refused to talk about had changed who he was. Made the man a wolf in sheep's clothing.

“Hey.” He nudged you with one knee, sliding his dark shades down his nose. Satoru regarded you, his other hand shaking the newspaper in your direction again.

“I asked a question.”

You shot him an exacerbated look. The past 2 weeks you had been on a mission with him. Being dragged to the middle of nowhere to find a special grade spirit terrorizing a small village. While Gojo had been stomping around the forest, you had spent the days surrounded by the old women of the village pestering you about your ‘husband’. It had been horrible, the old women unabashed in their curiosity about the handsome man and how well he made love. 

Gross.

With a small sigh, you looked at the question again, trying to think of a suitable answer. Surprisingly you had it. 

“I’ll tell you if you tell me why you can’t just teleport us back.”

Satoru whined at that, leaning back in his chair, head tilting back as he let out a dramatic sigh.

“I dunno ask Yaga. He’s the one bitching about keeping a low profile.” 

Fair enough, you grimaced as you thought back to the talking to you had started getting weekly. Yaga was determined to reign Satoru in and was fully intent on using you as the vessel to do so. Not that you could do anything to stop the snowy haired man even if you wanted to.

“Xeric is the answer.”

Satoru gave you a look, “That’s not a word.”

You shot him a glare, “Don’t ask for my help if you aren’t going to take it.” 

The man hummed, stretching his long legs out. He had worn an all black ensemble today. Black slacks, loafers and a turtleneck. It made his hair look even more shocking. Satoru was handsome in an unearthly way today. It upset you to acknowledge it, cheeks heating up at the thought.

“Use it in a sentence.” He sat back, sliding his shades back up to hide his eyes.

“Google it.” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking away. Without looking you knew he was making a face at you. The man was a child. A small part of you almost liked it better when he hated you.

His hand finger walked from the armrest of the airport bench onto your thigh. Satoru tapped and nudged your thigh until you turned with narrowed eyes.

“Fine.” You paused, then grinned at him, “You make my pussy xeric.”

You weren’t sure if you were using the word right. But it was worth it to see the look of utter shock on his face. He let out a small bark of laughter, turning to his phone to no doubt search up the word.

You let out a small groan, watching as your flight details painfully adjusted.

Delayed by 3 hours.

Yelling

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” 

Satoru was screaming and you could barely hear him. There was a loud buzzing in your head, as if a million bees had settled in your skull. You felt heavy, your limbs were somehow miles apart. Moving felt impossible, you were too tired, too heavy, too scattered. 

‘Sleep. Sleeping would be good.’ You thought tiredly. The feeling was intense, too difficult to resist. Your eyes slid shut, darkness filling your mind and making the buzzing worse.

“FUUUUCK!” 

Your eyes slid open, each eyelid somehow heavier than the earth itself. Through your blurry vision you could see Megumi and Satoru. Both looked panicked. Satoru’s blue eyes were uncovered, pupils dilated as he shakily picked you up. He winced as you let out a protest, more a screech than any word that had tried to form. Everything hurt, waves of fire swelling beneath your skin. Your veins were filled with lava, burning your very soul as he pulled you from the field to a sterile room.

Why is he yelling. You wondered faintly, brow furrowing as you tried to find your mouth, It was too far to use. But it was right where it should be. You licked your lips, struggling to find words that piled uselessly in your throat and silenced you. Your lips tasted of iron, the metallic taste filling your mouth unpleasantly.

Shoko was yelling now, furiously pointing at you and then jabbing her finger into Gojo’s chest. Beside them, Megumi looked pale.

‘Poor kid.’ You thought sluggishly. ‘Where were Yuji and Nobara?’

“FIX IT!”

He was yelling again, hands in his hair this time. You winced, the lights too bright. They reflected from his hair in a strangely blinding way. You tried to wave your hand, to tell him you were fine. It was impossible to tell if it worked, you felt too tired. Sleep, you just needed sleep. Your eyes slid shut again and you gave in to the urge to sleep.

You dreamt of a void. Endless and darker than black. It didn’t scare you, something about it was comforting. The deep black was familiar. A part of you that was sleeping just beneath the surface. The part of you that was Null.

When you awoke, he was yelling again. It was distant, as if he was a few rooms away.

“Sensei. Are you ok?” Yuji sat at your bed, the manga he had been reading forgotten in his hands.

You blinked, licked your lips and nodded. Part of you felt ashamed. This wasn’t your first time ending up in a hospital due to your own incompetence. It was a tired routine that your body was beginning to resent. But the rest of you was too tired to care. Pain seemed to have made its home in your bones, twined beneath muscles and fat to bite at your very core.

“How long have I been out?” You rasped. From the hallway you could hear Gojo’s voice becoming louder.

“5 days.” Megumi stepped into the room and you caught a glimpse of Satoru and Yaga in the hallway. Both looked beyond pissed. The boys shared a glance, some unspoken agreement passing between them.

“What happened?” Your throat stung, each word so faint that you barely heard yourself. The boys shared another glance, a heavy darkness hanging between them for a moment.

“That simple mission wasn’t simple.” Megumi sat on the end of your bed, mouth twisting in a frown. His hair looked more disheveled than usual, dark bags under his eyes adding to his beaten down look.

“It was a special grade and two cursed wombs.”

You blinked, mind sluggish putting it together. The council had been upset about something, again. Your mind couldn’t be bothered to piece it together. But there was a bridge, a curse that had been horribly wrong.

You and Megumi were stuck, the curse swelling larger than life. It wasn’t going to be a simple fight. As it shed its previous skin, you found yourself staring at a massive man-like creature with too many arms and eyes. It had eaten more than one of Sukuna’s fingers. 

You shared a glance with Megumi, the look the boy giving you showing you that he was thinking the same thing. Had it been fed the fingers? Was this a trap?

“Ah” You let out a tired rasp, settling deeper into the plush pillows you were propped up on. For some reason you thought of Mahito, of the school event. Was this the result of that?

You were too tired to ponder on that, choosing instead to glance about the room you were in. Now that you were more awake you could tell the clinic you were in was a lot fancier than it needed to be. The sheets you were on were definitely silk and that walls had medical equipment that looked more expensive than your apartment. That was typical of Satoru, always the best that money could buy.

“Why is he yelling?” You rasped out, eyes half lidded as you stared at the closed door of your room. Satoru was beyond pissed, something that was rare for him to show in front of others. Any emotion was rare for him to share. The man put up a facade of cheerful, carefree idiocy so much that it was hard to believe he was anything but that. 

“Uh.” Yuji made a face, again sharing a glance with Megumi, “He might’ve tried to go kill the council.” 

“Yaga stopped him.” Megumi sighed, rubbing the palm of his hand into his left eye.

“Idiot.” Yuji snickered. No, not Yuji. Sukuna.

“HEY!” Yuji yelped, slapping his hand over the mouth forming on his cheek. It didn’t deter the old curse, a new mouth forming on the back of the offending hand.

“Hello dipshit.” The mouth cackled. You hummed in response, lips pressing in a thin line. You were the dipshit in question. Sukuna had made it known his opinion of you when Gojo had first introduced you to the boy. You liked to think that you unsettled the curse. After all, unreliable powers made you unpredictable.

“I’m so sorry Sensei.” Yuji stuffed his hand in his pocket, sighing as the mouth popped back up on his cheek. The curse was persistent today. 

You watched as the curse cackled, seeming to enjoy how uncomfortable he was making the boy. 

Sukuna is an idiot. You decided. It didn’t matter that he could probably rend the earth in half with his bare hands. He was still an idiot. All brute strength and no brains. Ok maybe some brains, no one got the legendary status he did without some effort.

Your head was aching, hell everything was and the Curse’s laugh was getting on your last nerve. Thinking back to the dream you had well passed out, you focused on that deep null feeling that you had swam in.

“AH!” Both boys flinched as a weak wave of null rippled out around you. It had the desired effect, the mouth on Yuji’s cheek closing with a snap. You smiled, inhaling deeply and focusing again to release the feeling. 

“You figured it out!” Satoru flung the door open, striding in with a rather manic look on his face. You nodded stiffly, offering an apologetic smile to the room.

“One good thing about this I suppose.” 

Gojo merely hummed at that. He was upset, you could see it in how he stood, fists jammed deep in his pockets. The boys could tell as well, both giving him a concerned look.

“Glad to see you’re up.” You smiled as Nanami entered the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He had a small pastry box in his hands. 

“Are you done yelling?” The blonde leveled a sharp look at Gojo. Satoru huffed, running a finger over his blindfold.

“Depends, is there a donut in there for me?” 

For a moment Nanami just glared, allowing Yuji and Megumi to each snag a treat from the box. Then he relented, passing the box to the white haired man. Gojo took it with a noise of excitement, flopping next to you on the bed. You gently took one of the chocolate donuts, biting into it carefully. Next to you, Satoru crammed a jelly donut into his mouth, not caring about the mess he made. He leaned close to you, licking his lips with an odd gusto.

“I am in fact not done with yelling.” He murmured in your ear. It was not a whisper, Nanami shooting him a glare and the boys both sharing another cryptic look. You let out a sigh, wondering faintly if there was a way you could turn null on permanently. 

Zealot

“Don’t say his name.” Satoru snapped at you with a ferocity bordering on rage. It stunned you for a second and you physically recoiled, one foot sliding back as you tensed. The man’s uncovered gaze was usually unnerving as is. But now, it was positively poison.

“A-alright. Sorry.” You stammered out, shifting a step away from him. Shoko had been right of course. Stupidly you had thought the two of you had grown close enough that you could start to peel back the layers that Satoru shrouded himself in.

In the months you had been working with him you had learned that his cheerful and arrogant behavior was to cover how he truly felt. The man exposed nothing about himself, not who he cared for and definitely not how he felt. Satoru presented the world with the facade of a confident jujutsu god.

It slipped from time to time. Usually when he was startled, like with you using null from the first time. Or when one of his students was put in danger without him around to help. It was rare but it happened.

You shifted to the kitchen of your apartment, fiddling with a hand towel. The air was tense, Satoru standing with his back to you. 

“I didn’t mean to snap.” The man sighed, walking over to you. Satoru leaned against the counter, sliding his hand across the smooth granite.

“He’s a dead Zealot. That’s all he is.”

It was a lie. You didn’t need Satoru’s six eyes to see that. 

“He left the jujutsu world, became a cult leader.”

You stood, one hand limp against the counter top. He was being incredibly open. It scared you a little to see such raw edges exposed.

Beneath the shiny and perfect exterior sat tangled and ripped edges of hurt that he had swallowed. Never acknowledged, it had years to grow, years to fester within the hidden most part of his soul.

“Suguru killed humans, his own parents.” Satoru spat, he was angry, but not entirely with his best friend. You could tell some of the anger was directed inwards, chewing at the open wound. He blamed himself. Blamed decisions he did not make and could not have stopped.

“He died as he lived, cruel and heartless.”

You slid your hand across the counter, gently touching his finger tips. Satoru pulled his hand away, the look in his eyes steely as he regarded you.

You swallowed the hurt, trying to assume a comforting expression.

“You don’t mean that.” Your voice was soft and unsure. Satoru laughed harshly, smile too sharp, eyes too bright.

“Nothing good comes of a zealot.” He turned, yanking the apartment door open. You flinched as the door slammed behind him, stomach twisting in knots. Satoru had cried so hard when his friend died. He had poured his heart wordlessy into the air, into your arms. 

You knew he hadn’t allowed Shoko to deal with the funeral rights. That there really hadn’t been a funeral, just a quiet burial.

He hadn’t been able to cremate his friend's body. Hadn’t wanted Shoko to see Suguru as a shell.

Emotions from the past bubbled within him, a churning mess of molten guilt and rage. Satoru could spit and snarl as much as he wanted, but you knew beneath it all he would always love Suguru.

#reader insert #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader

[fatswaps]

After moving out of his parents' house, despite their concerns- Eric had refused to take any university courses. Finding out that streaming games could earn him enough money to survive, he had gotten used to spending his days playing competitive multiplayer games. Often times, he was too lazy to even pull on a pair of pants- just gaming away bottomless.

As one might expect from a 20-something man, Eric wasn't necessarily the nicest person, and his new lifestyle was bringing out the worst in him. In each game, he'd yell and cuss at his teammates the moment he noticed their shortcomings. He'd regularly make little children cry with his excessive insults, gaining a sick enjoyment each time he made someone rage-quit. Though this day, it would be different.

It was another day of gaming for Eric, when he noticed something strange in the voice channel. It was the sound of a much older man, clearly over the age of 60- asking for backup through the channel. A smirk arose in Eric's face as he realized what a golden opportunity this was. With a loud laugh, he begun insulting the poor old guy. "Hey grandpa, shouldn't you be more concerned with finding a grave to crawl into instead of this game?" He laughed, adding insult to injury "There's no place for old farts here". The older man didn't seem to respond, and soon left the match- leaving Eric to revel in his victory.

Soon though, a wave of restlessness hit the redhead. Yawning, Eric soon laid down- deciding a small nap couldn't hurt. Closing his eyes, the young man drifted off to sleep but things felt... different as he awoke. Firstly... everything was blurry, and this was not the position Eric had fallen asleep in. He was now laying on his back, with his face towards the ceiling. Strangely, he felt heavier- and his head felt a breeze up above. Slowly pushing himself up while rubbing his eyes, Eric muttered "What the hell..." but an unfamiliar voice came out, something raspier and deeper. As he continued rubbing away at his eyes, a pair of glasses fell onto his face- previously on his forehead. Though, what they revealed was perhaps more terrifying than Eric could imagine.

There, in the mirror in front of him was a nude, old man- with a ridiculously obese body. Watching as the old man moved in the mirror with his every move, Eric let out a scream as he begun to realize the extent of his situation. He felt his bald head, previously lush with beautiful ginger hair. Felt his massive, soft belly and embarrassing moobs. He even got a look at the downsized equipment he now had, tiny and from the seems of it... unable to get hard due to his old age. As Eric began to cry, struggling to understand what happened- suddenly he heard a notification from... right under him. Rolling over to grab the phone which smelled like an old man's arse, Eric clicked on the notification to see an image. And image that was all too familiar

"You were right, kid. This game isn't for old farts- I've been doing so much better at it in your body. Hope you have fun finding a grave to crawl into in my 87 year old body hahah!"

That caption had broke Eric, 87 years old!? In the blink of an eye, over 60 years of his life were stolen alongside his perfect body. As he tried to text and call his own number- he soon found out that the new Eric had blocked his number and with no way to do anything to reverse the swap, Eric could only cry and pray this was all a dream.

As weeks passed, Eric was disgusted with his new life more and more. Moving was hard, and doing anything was hard - and the only thing that never seemed to get hard was his penis. Now stuck in the life of this single, obese old man named Herald- Eric never accepted this body as his own. Around three years after the swap, poor Eric passed away due to complications with his morbid obesity while Herald continued to enjoy a young and care-free life long after the swap.

#male body swap #identity theft #male weight gain #young to old #bad ending

[triplesilverstar]

Everyone needs an omega to make a trio, and yet you hate being one

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Wolfwood X F!Reader, Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!reader

CW: Smut, Shameless Smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Knotting, Knotting, Spitroasting, Creampie, Sex Toys, Condoms, Alternate Universe - Modern

Word count: Roughly 12.5K words

A/N: You were born an Omega, and you hate it. Having been able to hide it thanks to another orphan you grew up with, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Nico, except now as an adult he's still helping you while trying to deal with keeping his Alpha Vash from meeting you. So what happens when it goes sideways when you try to return Nico's leather jacket to him, only to find Vash at the door of his Beta's apartment instead of Nico?

Oh. Vash is also getting ready to start his rut too. Aren't you a lucky one.

So. Never written something like this before so I tried my hand at it. I hope that you can at least enjoy this crazy smut filled thought all thanks to a friend of mine, a certain person that here goes by the name @awkwardchick87 . Thanks a lot Awks you horny person you.

“Harder Ni-” You let out a long moan as the man behind you increases the tempo of his hips slapping against yours. Your hands grip the pillow under your chest with enough force that the joints of your fingers hurt from the way you’ve stretched the fabric taut. The sound of squelching from your core and the wet slap of Nico fucking you like he plans to breed you has your blood pounding in your ears. The omega part of your brain has you squirming as it floods your system with the hormones from your heat. That’s exactly what it wants, to be bred. Your hatred for that feeling always rears its head after your heat passes.

A feeling that since you were fourteen you’ve hated because it makes you powerless. In a world where your secondary gender has so much sway, being an omega means to a large part of society you exist for one reason: offspring. Sure, not everyone saw omegas like that anymore, but you knew better from experience. 

You had been an orphan, brought up by an organization that looked clean cut yet just under the surface you could see the rot. In your time under their care you had seen five other omegas have their first heat, and five times you saw them adopted within hours after a bidding war by rich old men who wanted an omega regardless of how old they were. You had been certain you were going to be next when you felt the first bubble of heat low in your belly. 

“That hard enough, Darlin?” The deep husk from your savior has your cunt tightening around his length. Another orphan that had caught you stealing some of the suppressants kept for the alphas. An orphan that could have sold you out and instead helped you hide what you were. 

One Nicholas D. Wolfwood. 

Glancing upwards you look in the mirror on your dresser and let out a low whine as you glush another round of fluid. His tanned hide is covered in sweat that glistens in the hair of his chest as it rolls downwards along his well defined muscles, licking your lips as you try to gather your scattered mind to answer him. “Close-” Gasping when the tip of his cock hits your cervix, a noise that has him briefly grinning before closing his eyes. 

Nico is a beta. And is the whole reason that, now in your mid-twenties, you haven’t been claimed by anyone forcefully. A few years older than you, he had been more than willing to keep your secret, even going out with the money from his part-time job to buy you the correct suppressants. Those first few years had been hell until you were eighteen and could go find a place of your own. That first night that you didn’t need to fear being sold off had been freeing. It wasn’t just the drugs he had bought for you either, Nico helped you get your first job, and your first apartment. Nico had, after you turned nineteen, learned you had to have a heat once in a while to let the medication to suppress it work properly so you didn’t turn into a puddle of hormones the second you missed a dose, been the one to help you through each and every one. 

“Good” Grinding his teeth for a moment. “Because I’m soon gonna blow and I need a recovery period.” You let out another whine, this time because the omega part of your brain doesn’t like the sudden empty feeling in your core. Clenching around nothing you arch your body to raise your ass a little higher, as if you could tempt him back inside your slick walls. “Hang on Darlin.” Blinking you watch his motions in the mirror, as he grabs the thick ring that serves as a false knot and slides it down over his condom covered cock. He doesn’t need to be an alpha to put a pup in your belly. 

“Nico!” Moaning this time your voice has a twinge of hoarseness to it, this is far from your first round this heat. “Fill me up! Please!” Tears prick your eyes as you watch him line himself up again, sweeping one of his large palms over the meat of one of your ass cheeks before giving it a slap. 

“Patience Darlin, I’ll give you what you want. A nice big load of cum.” You both know it’s a lie. Arching more into him as he slams forward suddenly and you’re stuffed to the brim with his cock, the base of the toy hitting your entrance. It makes your toes curl, the simulated knot being worked more and more into your body with the snap of his hips. You catch his eye in the mirror as your walls start to flutter, a soft little moan echos around the room as he sends you a wink. His dark locks are plastered to his forehead with the effort he’s put into making you cum several times on his dick while holding off his own orgasm. His control is iron clad, it always has been. “You want my knot?” His voice is strained, no doubt ready to reach his own peak as he whispers it against your ear with both of his hands now planted over yours pulling them away from the pillow. 

“Please Alpha!” You need it, need to feel that length and knot plunging into you freeze as you reach that plateau and fall over it. It’s words you’ve screamed before and Nico has never questioned it. As if he knows your rational mind is no longer the one in charge. 

“Then take it all” Snapping his hips a final time and you shudder as you grip his cock and knot feeling your core flood for a different reason that makes your omega sigh in contentment. Nico takes every precaution to make sure he doesn’t empty his balls inside you, something the omega in you has never liked and delayed the end of your heat. The toy knot took care of that, the reservoir inside of it flooding your walls to simulate your partner spilling himself inside you. 

“Nico” You whisper in the afterglow as your body relaxes, all tension washed away with your orgasm. 

“You alright?” His hands are on your sides as he moves you so you’re both laying on your sides and spooning, his nose pressed into the back of your head as his fingers start to rub gentle circles into areas you both know will have bruises later. 

“Hmmm” You know what he’s really asking as the omega side of your brain has released its hold on any higher level thinking, taking a breath as you take in how your body feels. “The churning in my belly is subsiding.” 

“Good, because my dick is starting to hurt.” You chuckle at the playfulness of his complaint. A rustle and a bit more light appears in your peripheral, Nico has his phone. “This has been the longest one in a while, almost a full twenty-four hours.” 

“I’m starting a new suppressant after this heat, the doctor said I was starting to metalobish the last one too quickly.” Nico had been the one to find you this doctor, most hadn’t wanted to prescribe any of the stronger ones to you. Instead, they had suggested you just find a mate and get to having pups. You were glad for the more progressive alpha who didn’t think you should be made to do something you weren’t ready for.

“On that note, how’s the datin going?” Another normal part of your post heat cooldowns, Nico and you talking about your lives. 

“Terrible.” You snort. “Every date has either fallen off the cliff the moment it starts or at the end when they say they just want a little barefoot omega at home.” You weren’t against the idea of having pups, but you didn’t want to have them with someone who thought your place was to stay at home and always be pregant. You liked having a job, you liked having something to define you that wasn’t just your place at the bottom of the social ladder. “It’s not like finding Mr. Right is as easy as walking through a door.” Jerking your elbow back to hit Nico. “Serious how did you find your partner so easily?” 

“He hit me with his car.” You roll your eyes, opening your mouth to respond as the phone in Nico’s hand starts to ring. “Speaking off.” Hitting the button he places it to his ear, well aware you’ll be quiet during his phone call. “Hey, Vash.” The difference in his tone as he starts chatting is evident, Nico might try to act like a stoic hardass but there’s no hiding that tenderness as the two talk. “Yea, I should be back in another few hours.” 

You bite your lip hearing that statement. Nico has his own life to live and his own alpha to go home to at night. You try to sigh quietly, it’s something that’s been bothering you for a while. The fact that Nico still comes to help you with your heat when he has a pack of his own, sure it’s just the two of them but you can’t imagine his partner is happy knowing his beta runs off to fuck an omega once every few months. 

“Someday you’ll meet her, Vash. Promise.” His hand is trailing along your side again as if he knew where your thoughts were going. “As always, she says thank you for letting me help her through this.” You hadn’t said it, but you sure felt it. 

When Nico had first started dating this Vash person you had wanted to meet him, you still do. Nico however, put his foot down. “Neither of you have a mate yet, with my luck one of you would trigger the other and I’d have an omega and alpha trying to fuck with neither of them wanting it to happen because of biology.” You had learned that like you, Vash didn’t want to just mate the first omega he met that was unclaimed. You could respect that, even if it did make you a little jealous. Nico was so stubborn on the issue he didn’t want you to even hear one another’s voices. 

“Alright, see you later.” A huff and you hear a much lower “Love you too.” Nico has the call ended before turning his attention back to you. “Does it still feel like your body is cooling down?” 

“Yea. I think in another few minutes you can pull out and get going.” 

“Not yet.” A quick press of his lips to the top of your head, the only place Nico ever kisses you. “You still need to be cleaned up and these bed sheets need to be changed, don’t need you sleeping in them and smelling like you’re still in heat.” You try to argue that you can do all of that yourself, and like always, you lose the argument. Nico is just too much of a caring beta to let you look after yourself after your heat. You’ll miss it when you start dating someone or his alpha stops him from coming to help you. 

A few days later, while cleaning your room you spot it sticking out under the bed. Tugging it into view you frown. It’s Nico’s leather jacket, you remember him wearing it when he came to help you, he must have forgotten it after the haze of helping you fuck your brains out. Grabbing your phone to send him a quick text with an image attached. 

Forget something?

I’ve been looking for that all day. 

His response was almost immediate and you grin, typing back to him. 

Want me to bring it to your place? 

Please

See you soon then, unless it’s a bad time?

Nah, you’re good

With that you grab your shoes and purse along with his jacket before heading to his apartment. 

Elsewhere, Nico placed his phone down before hearing a knock at his door and frowning. There was no way you were here already. Opening it, he blanched. “Vash.” 

“Um, were you not expecting me?” The blond man has his head tilted as if in surprise. “I thought you were the one who suggested us trialing living together?” 

Slamming a hand to head Nico groaned. “I did, but I thought you’d be at work for another few hours. Shit, I need to text someone.” Turning to grab his phone while Vash followed him in a large bag slung over his shoulders. 

“Is this a bad time?” Vash, while he has all the physical appearances of an alpha almost never acted like one. Preferring to act more meek, something that in the past once had someone confuse him for an omega when he was a child. That had been a sight when Vash had kicked the man to the curb along with his twin. Vash wasn’t violent by nature, but the alpha in him did not like being compared to anything but what he was. 

“No. Just, I left my coat at my friend's and she’s bringing it over. I need to meet her somewhere else.” Bitting his lip as Nico sent out a flurry of quick texts to you before looking for his shoes to pull on. 

“Oh, the little omega you help?” It sets a small churning in his gut, Vash is aware he’s very much in love with the tan man. He knows the reason Nico helps out his friend and some of the things that had happened at the orphanage when you had both been younger. It just doesn’t help soothe the alpha in his head who wants to keep his beta in his bed. Giving his head a small shake to rid himself of the thoughts that were starting to intrude. Thoughts that when he voiced them to Nico were shut down before they could manifest into anything. “I understand, and I’ll see you when I get back.” 

Nico stops before he leaves, pressing his body to Vash’s and going in for a searing kiss that leaves both of them weak in the knees. “I’ll be back soon, then we can get you settled for that oncoming rut.” 

Vash can’t help but smile as Nico steps outside, touching his fingers to his lips with his heart warm. Of course his beta remembered the other reason for him coming to stay over, they might have been together for a while but adapting to a shared space was still something they were both working on. 

Climbing the stairs to Nico’s apartment you check your phone, sending him a text saying you were almost there. You had sent him one when you got off the train too which is currently saying is gone unread, that isn’t normal for Nico when he knew you were coming. Maybe he was having a nap while waiting? Shrugging your shoulders as you reached the landing for his floor and headed to knock on the thick door. 

Quirking your nose as you wait for Nico to answer the door you can’t help but notice the whiff of something different in the air. Maybe the building has a new cleaning agent being used for the hallways? Tilting your head, it smells nice in a very subtle kind of way. 

Hearing the door crack you turn with a grin. “Here’s your jack-” It isn’t Nico at the door, taking a step back you look at the door again. You have the right apartment. “You aren’t Nico.” It tumbles from your lips before you can realize how rude it sounds. 

“No, I’m Vash.” You’re floored. This is the man Nico is dating? He looks like a total sweetheart with his golden blond hair and wide orbs. You can’t tell with the lighting if they’re blue or a shade more like aqua but you know one thing, you feel at ease with the way he’s looking at you. “You must be…” Trailing off as he thinks before he says your name and you nod. 

“That’s me! I didn’t think I’d run into you.” Tucking your hair behind your ear before you remember the reason you came. “Right, here’s Nico’s coat! He must have fallen asleep or something.” Handing it to him you feel your face heating up for some reason. Well, you have a good assumption of the reason with the way Vash is looking at you. Like he’s sizing you up and you can’t help the flush. You are the reason his beta disappears for hours, almost days sometimes. Maybe he’s trying to figure out if you’ll somehow pull Nico away from him. It’s a laughable thought, Nico has always been more like a family member. No matter how much you sometimes wished he was interested in your that way.

“He stepped out actually. Would you like to come inside?” You aren’t sure why, maybe something about him is just calming as you nod. Once the door is open large enough for you to step inside you do just that. Following him into the space that leads almost immediately to the kitchen. 

With his back to you, you don’t notice the deeper inhale Vash makes with the coat just under his nose. The scent has him blinking rapidly as the alpha in his mind roars. He can smell the lingering scent of an omega prime for breeding. The rational part of his brain knows it's from days ago, but to the part of him that was stirring to start his rut, it doesn’t matter. 

“You know it’s a little strange to meet you at last, with how adamant Nico was about us not meeting.” Turning back towards you, Vash has to suppress the low growl deep in his throat. You look so… so… tempting as you rub the edge of your ear as if pushing some of your hair back behind the shell of it once more. Is the real reason Nico didn’t want the two of you to meet? Did he just want to keep you for himself? Glancing down to your stomach and wondering if his beta didn’t have a pup growing inside of you. No. The smell from the jacket hangs in the air, tricking his mind into thinking you’re still in heat. 

“He kept saying it was because he was afraid one of us would trigger the other. I wonder if it was because he wanted to keep you away from me.” Vash, was a rational man. He spent his life making his own decisions and one of them was that he never wanted to take an omega by force or overpower their senses with his scent. Right now, however, with your scent on the air laced with his beta’s and his rut starting he was anything but in his right mind. Starting to let his scent gland flood the kitchen with his own unique smell, watching as you blinked in a way that seemed cute to him as you tried to process his words. 

“I mean, Nico just wants people to…” You trail off as your mind feels a little fuzzy. Licking your lips as your core throbs and you feel the slick starting to form in your walls. What is wrong with you? You just had your heat? 

Blinking again, you find your back pressed against the door of the pantry and Vash pressed to your front with Nico’s jacket just under your nose. “Why do you smell so fertile? So breedable ?” 

A short breath in, and under the cloying scent slowly encapsulating your senses you smell it. The smell of your slick laced with hormones from your heat. Your mind replays the scene in your head like a video reel. 

The moment Nico stepped into your bedroom you had been on him, naked as you whined with your hands on his shoulders. “Nico! Please I need you!” Panting as you rubbed your body against him before he chuckled. 

“Not even going to let me get undressed before I make you cum?” Grinning as one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other ran down your side. “So needy little omega.” Jerking your hips forward as those large digits of his play with your sex, smearing your fluids around your folds and up to your clit. Sinking one of his fingers up to the knuckle, the leather of his jacket sliding across your dripping hole as your body arched into his. “Let’s get that first one of the way shall we?” 

The fluid had since dried, but Vash could still smell it, and now so could you. “I’m not, Vash, the smell is from my heat. I’m not in heat anymore.” Trying to get the words out as your brain grows fuzzier. 

“Really? Is that because my beta fucked his pup into you?” Growling as he hisses the words in your ear you find your core clenching at how harsh his tone is. “Nico knows I want a pup one day, but I want us to find an omega we’re both attracted to. One that’s attracted to us.” As quickly as you had been forced against the door, you find yourself free again with Vash stepping further away from you with a hand to his head. “You need to leave.” Giving his head a shake. “My rut is starting and I’m not in control. It’s taking everything to not take you and I don’t want to force you.” The smell that was starting to permeate the air fades, not a lot but enough for the fuzz to leave your mind as you realize it was from Vash.

You watch as his back hits the counter, letting the jacket fall from his fingers as he swallows and the smell of him fades more as he tries to reel himself back in. “What do you mean an omega you’re both attracted to?” You feel so confused, Vash is attracted to you right now because of his rut but your feet are firm on the ground. Nico isn’t attracted to you. 

“Nico wants you, but he won’t say it.” Seeing those wide eyes peek at you from behind his fingers as he tries to slow his breathing. “He won’t talk about it, but he’s afraid your feelings for him are out of gratitude.” Panting now as he pulls his hand away. “He wants you as badly as I do right now, he’s too afraid you’ll see it as him having groomed you to be his.” 

“That doesn’t make sense, he’s always pushing me away.” You blurt, all the dates he’s pushed you into going on. Except. It does make sense. You’re well aware of your own attraction to Nico, something you’ve shoved down for a while because you thought he didn’t care about you that way, in retrospect you were on the far side of the spectrum for knowing his true feelings. You’re a bit of an idiot. “I’m so stupid.” 

“You’re not.” Vash moves closer, trailing one of his hands along your chin to tilt your head upwards to look into his eyes. “From what I hear you’re very smart, the head is just good at keeping the heart in check.” Like this you can see his pupils are blown wide again, swallowing as you realize that maybe, you don’t want to leave this apartment and this charming alpha. 

“What do you want?” Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you speak, watching his face for any sign that he’s playing you. You don’t know him well enough for his tells, but deep down you’re certain you want what you think he’s offering. 

“Easy. I want to be happy, and I want Nico to be happy. We both make him happy, so I want you to join us.” Dipping his head down for a kiss that while it feels chaste has your head spinning, working his plush lips against yours and swiping his tongue along the seam of your mouth before pulling back. “I want both of you in my bed, I want both of you to be mine. I want you to be as possessive of me and Nico as he is of you.” You don’t miss the unspoken words. Vash is possessive of Nico and by extension, you. “Now my rather cute little omega, do you want to stay here with me and let me breed you, or do you want to leave? I promise we can pick up this conversation another time when my head isn’t screaming to just fuck you over the dinner table and force you to be ours.” 

Ours. Not his. A very clear distinction in your mind and it's one that has your heart thundering in your chest. Licking your lips at the offer and his option to let you walk away and talk about it another time. “You’d just let me walk away?” Your hand is slowly creeping up his chest, feeling the muscles under his t-shirt. He feels solid and warm under your fingertips, like he's burning up under the thin layer of cotton. 

“I would.” Slotting his hips forward and rubbing up against you, the bulge in his pants grinding against your covered sex and belly. “At least until my rut is over, then I'll be dragging Nico with me to see you and for us to have a conversation when my hormones aren't running rampant.” Tilting his head once more as his lips descend towards you, except he doesn't kiss you this time. Keeping just enough distance that you can feel his labored breath washing across your face, laced with just a hint of the pheromones from his rut. “We're running out of time, if you're going to leave you need to do it soon.” 

It's like time slows with his comment, you're hovering on the edge aware that he's left the decision up to you. Your mind is spinning lost in your own swirling thoughts about Vash's offer and all the times you've been with Nico and purposely ignored the undercurrent of his feelings. What you keep coming back to is simple. Vash is willing to let you walk away. He might not be saying it but you both know what it means, he might want you but he's willing to let you go, fully aware that while he deals with his rut you could find another alpha. That if that did happen, Nico and Vash would lose the chance to even try and bring you into their pack. 

“I want this.” The smallest movement on your part and you're the one instigating the kiss this time, almost melting into Vash as he quickly takes the lead dominating you. A growl from him as his hands slide up your ribs, pushing the fabric of your top up with it. While you've certainly kissed someone before, you've never delved too far past just tentative licks to your partner's lips. Or them doing it to you. Maybe because deep down, you always wanted to kiss Nico, to feel his stubble crusted chin against your face. So when Vash starts trying to work his tongue into your mouth, you part your lips and let out a noise of surprise. It's a different sensation as the wet muscle glides across your teeth, sweeping into the space as if trying to coax you to respond in kind. Your brain is going haywire from the way he slides his tongue and you try to tentatively press back, an action that rewards you with a deep rumble from within the blond's chest. 

Letting out a soft whine when he pulls back, at least before you realize your chest was heaving as you tried to suck in air to alleviate the burning in your lungs. Slowly blinking as you become more aware of your surroundings, no longer sensing just the hammering of your heart and the pounding of your blood in your ears. At some point during the kiss, both of your hands had moved to tangle in his hair. It's so soft, almost like the feathery down of a bird. 

“Why do I feel that was your first real kiss?” Resting one of his arms above your head as he pants the question between nips to the corner of your mouth. His other hand has slipped under your shirt, his fingers ghosting along the material of your bra. Still trying to catch your breath and let your brain catch up to process the question you moan as his fingers squeeze one of your fabric covered breasts. “I asked a question, and I expect an answer omega.” 

You shouldn't find it as hot as you, but the low growl as he referred to you by your caste has your heart beating a mile a minute and a warmth spreading in your belly. “No, alpha.” The rumble from his chest at you referring to him as such has your knees trembling, if he didn't have you wedged between him and the wooden door you're certain you'd have fallen to the floor. 

“You mean to tell me.” Rolling his lower body so his cock is firmly against your belly, the heat through the fabric has slick pouring from you like a tap. “In all the years Nico has helped you with your heats, he never once kissed you?” His voice is so deep you could almost feel it in your bones, nodding before giving him a verbal answer. 

“Never. Nico wouldn't even let me try anything.” Turning to slide the tip of your nose against his while your hands keep playing with the shorter strands of his hair. “He'd just please me, he'd never let me return the favor.” For the longest time, it had bothered you, now you know why. If you didn't get to touch him he could pretend he wasn’t attracted to you like he was. 

“Have you only been with Nico?” 

A loaded question, but you have no issue answering it. “Only Nico.” The tanned man had been your first and only for so many things. The thought of it has you rocking your body back in response.

He's grinning, a quick lick of his lips and a glint in his eyes. “You've never sucked Nico off?” You shake your head in a gentle negative, feeling more than seeing his arm move from the place above your head. “Never enjoyed the taste as he sent a searing load down your mouth? Never felt your throat convulse while he held you in place with his balls against your chin?” Another shake of your head in the negative, inhaling deeply you can smell his scent starting to flood the room. Your belly feels like an inferno is starting to rage inside of it, the slick from your weeping cunt has seeped into your underwear making the fabric stick to your skin. All because of his voice, so deep as it rumbles out of him. 

“Today you are!” His fingers hook into the hem of your shirt, ripping it up and away from your body. The force of it has your fingers tugged away from his hair, so you do what the quieter part of your brain is whispering. You grab his shirt as well, yanking the fabric up and letting out a soft noise of appreciation for the skin on display. 

He's so different from Nico with his tanned skin and the thick patches of hair along his chest. Vash, is pale and covered in scars, the tip of your fingers tracing one of the larger ones. It doesn't take away from how attractive he is, at least not to you. It makes you wonder what kind of life he's lived up to this point, the jagged lines tell you one thing for certain about his story. He's a survivor. He'll come back time and time again for Nico and you. 

“Do you like what you see?” Growled in your ear as he paws at the snaps of your bra like the garment offends him. A noise of triumph from him once the lined material falls away and he can grasp the smooth skin in one of his long-fingered hands. “I certainly do.” 

“You're handsome.” You whisper before his mouth slots against yours, emboldened by the previous kiss and the haze from his scent starting to flood your senses you find yourself moving your tongue against his. It's not smooth, or coordinated as you feel the saliva from your sloppy attempt drip from the edge of your lips and down your skin. If anything it seems to drive Vash wilder as his hand rolls the mass of your tit around your chest, his palm gliding over your hardening nipple as his free hand works at the fastener of your pants. 

The rational part of your mind is growing more and more silent as the kiss goes on, the taste of a cloying sweetness added to the smell of his musk and the sweat starting to form on his skin. The omega part of your brain is screaming to move faster, to let this alpha fill you to the bursting. You had read of alphas that could pull an omega into heat, and had even heard stories of some triggering heats just with a passing hint of their scent. Vash, has done just that. Your body doesn't seem to care that it just went through a heat cycle, that it isn't actually fertile right now. The churning of your stomach that always comes with your heat and the throbbing of your core is almost painful, but you want it. No. You need it. 

Gasping into Vash's mouth as his fingers work their way down your open slacks and trail against the soaked fabric of your underwear. Another rumble from him as his knuckles press against your slit, tracing the opening that is gushing fluid to prepare you to take him. You're going to need all the benefits of your heat if the heaviness under your hand and trapped inside his pants are anything to go by. Giving it a quick squeeze earns you a long growl with the gnashing of his teeth as his head snaps back from your mouth. 

“You make me want to ram my cock down that throat of yours.” Grabbing both of your hands in one of his as he works his belt free before working on the zipper keeping his length hidden from view. “I was going to have you on your knees to undress me, but after that little stunt I can't wait.” Shoving his pants and underwear to the floor, your core lets out another flood of liquid. The tip of his cock is gleaming under the natural light flooding into the kitchen, the length of him is covered in fluid and you wonder how long he's been pumping pre cum from the opening on his dick. 

Vash smiles at the way your lips parted when his cock bobbed free from his pants, he knew he wasn't massive compared to some alphas but from the way you were drooling his inner alpha was preening in delight. You were perfect, and he was about to be the first to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. 

“On your knees omega, and open wide.” You drop as soon as you hear the words, opening your lips as wide as you can and sticking your tongue out. “Such a good girl.” Vash had let go of your hands at some point, you aren't sure when too focused on his length and the thought of it being inside of you. Humming in delight as one of his hands lands atop your head, watching and waiting as he wraps his fingers around his base before guiding his cock closer to your lips. “Stay just like that.” Tapping the head of his cock against your tongue smirking as he does so, the look in his eyes has your toes tingling and the fire inside of you building hotter and hotter. It’s almost burning you alive, and the heat coming from the head of his cock isn’t helping. Tasting the salt from his leaking dick almost made you cum on the spot. 

Making a soft whine Vash pauses to tilt his head at you as if thinking of something. “You probably don’t know much of what to do for a blow job do you?” Rocking on his heels so his shaft slides along your tongue and partially into your mouth. “Today, I’ll show you the basics, but after this I expect you to do the work when I want you to suck me or Nico off.” You let out another whine, you do know the basics of how a blow job works, you’ve watched porn. This, however, still turns you on, watching his stomach move closer and closer to your face as he works more of his length into your mouth. Even with his slow and gentle pace, it doesn’t take long before your lips are stretched around his girth with fluid, a mix of your spit and his pre cum dripping from the corners of your mouth. 

Both of his hands and on your head now, his thumbs near your jaw as he starts to increase the tempo of his movements. It feels so deprived having your mouth used by Vash, almost dirty, your pussy is a mess of fluid and you’re certain at this point you have drenched your panties and your pants. You don’t know what to do with your hands, and Vash didn’t say you could or couldn’t move them, feeling your fingers ball into fists before you force them to relax. Letting out a choked noise when his tip hits the back of your throat, your lips pressed firmly to his balls, and something is swelling inside your mouth. 

A delayed reaction, you know what it is. “Fuck, omega, you look so good with my knot inside your mouth.” Gagging as he moves with shallow thrusts so he doesn’t have to remove the mass that would have locked his dick inside of your walls. “In through your nose.” As much as his thrusts are shallow, he’s picked up speed, your throat convulsing around him as tears start to drip from your eyes along with drops from your nose joining the rest of the mess on your face. 

It’s too much. 

You never want it to stop. 

“You’re doing so good.” Panting Vash watches your face, feeling the swirling in his stomach and the spamming of the muscles of his abdomen as he holds himself back from fucking your mouth with abonden. “Can’t wait.” A groan that sounds more like growl rings out past his lips. “To tell Nico” His balls are starting to tighten, hitting the bottom of your mouth with the swing of his hips. “I got to cum down your throat first.” Letting out a roar as he jerks his hips and places more pressure on the back of your head, the feeling of your throat massaging his length and knot pushing him into his first orgasm. 

As the first thick splash of his cum hits the back of your throat you moan around him, it’s almost searing, and with his knot just past your lips, your only option is to swallow it down. Involuntary jerking your hips as you work, your body trying to chase its own release as your sense of taste is overwhelmed by the salty fluid still coming from him. “Every drop Baby, drink every drop.” Cooing almost as his fingers play with your hair, watching as choke on his cock and seed. The wire inside your body has grown so tight yet you can’t seem to find release, the omega in you screaming to do as your alpha wants and drink his seed down like a wine and maybe you’ll find that edge. 

Eventually, the spurts slow, until a final trickle is all that’s left. “You did so good.” A long drawn out sigh as Vash says your name, using his fingers to work your jaw open to pull out his partially deflated knot. Lowering himself to his knees to take in the sight of your blissed out face and noticing your gentle rocking. Your mind is lost, trying to figure out how to get rid of the burning inside of you without the alpha before you aiding you in your pleasure. You don’t want him to be upset with you. “Open your eyes.” 

You don’t remember closing them. Blinking you react, closing the distance to kiss him and rub your still clothed core against any part of him you can reach. If Vash minds the taste of his cum in your mouth, he doesn’t show it, plunging his tongue into the space as if it was still his cock fucking your mouth. You’ve never felt so alive as you do like this, like you’re hyper aware of each and every fiber in your being while you rock your body more against his. 

“You’re a needy little thing aren’t you.” Tugging your head away from his lips with your hair trapped in his fingers. Opening your eyes at the teasing in his voice once more and blinking slowly before licking your lips, letting the point of it peak out past the edge of your lip. 

“I’m so desperate.” Aware of his eyes falling to your tongue, watching the way his pupils widen. “I need to cum so bad it hurts alpha.” Tacking on a whine at the end, you’ve never had to beg like this before, not with how quickly Nico would tend to your needs. You really are desperate, desperate enough that the smell of the impromptu heat you’ve gone into is starting to flood the apartment with Vash’s scent. 

“You just want to cum?” Smirking as his cock starts to stir once more, Vash has never needed too long of a recovery period. Knowing your only partner has ever been Nico takes the way you're acting away from the realm of an omega wanting to manipulate him into one where you are simply desperate for him. Another thing that has his inner alpha preening, you’re doing this for him and him alone. He can smell your body on the air and it’s one of the sweetest scents to ever grace his nose. Giving his lips another lick as he gives your body another tug to create a barrier between your bodies of open air. 

“No!” Your hands are scrambling trying to touch more of his flesh, wanting to be close to him as your clit throbs. “I want you inside me alpha!” A pathetic murmur that can’t quite be called a whine as you claw for him in the air. “I want your knot!”

“I was just inside you, did you forget?” Vash can’t believe the change in your personality from when you first walked in the door. That shy little omega washed away under the effect of his hormones. Well, and perhaps your own too. Watching you writhe as you try to get closer to him without tugging too hard against his grip on your hair. 

“Alpha please!” 

“Please what?” Vash is loving this, watching your eyes blink rapidly as your bruised lips part and your brain scrambles to find the words. “Tell me what you want, use your voice little omega and I’ll give you what you want.” 

“I want your knot in my cunt!” Practically screaming the words at him as the pinprick of tears almost becomes too much for you to handle. 

“Just my knot?” Asking his question as his hands grab the edges of your pants, pulling them down your legs after pushing you onto your back and slightly away from him. A long inhale and his cock twitches between his thighs, with nothing to hide your sex the smell of your slick is thicker. 

“Cum too! I want your cum alpha!” It’s like you’ve said the magic words, the last of the fabric encasing your legs removed along with the soaked material that had once been your underwear. 

Flipped onto your stomach with a hard slap to your ass that makes you whine, feeling the skin warm from the harsh impact. “You’ll have it. Now put that rear end of yours in the air.” It’s a command, and the wire that’s coiled tightly in your belly grows ever more tighter. Struggling to get to your knees with the fire inside you, aware of your slick dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. 

Vash licks his lips once more at the sight, to think his beta was hiding you from him. All the fun the three of you could have been having with how much fluid is pooling on the floor. Lowering his head to the space between your thighs and taking a deep inhale, the scent driving him wild. A quick hard lick from your clit to the edge of your opening and he lets out a long hum, his brain processing the fluid laced with hormones. You taste so perfect to him, but you are missing that tang of being fertile. Something his inner alpha doesn’t like, it wants to put a pup in your belly and you won’t be able to make use of his seed. 

Pausing as his brain tries to make sense after smelling Nico’s jacket earlier and now the confirmation of what his rational side already knew. A soft whine and a shake of your shapely rear bring him back to the present. “Alpha please, I need you!” A choked-out sob and he smiles, one filled with teeth and a bout of possessiveness, he might not be your first but he is about to be the first, and only, alpha to feel those sweet sweet walls of yours. 

Shuffling on his shins to get closer to you, Vash lines the tip of his cock up with your slit moving it against your folds a few times and groaning at the whimpers coming from you that sound oh so pretty to his ears. “Beg.” One word. One command. 

Vash doesn’t have to wait long. 

“Please Vash! Please alpha, I need you to breed me!” Your control and sense of shame snapped a while ago. Probably when he was pouring his cum down your throat, your voice sounded nothing but broken and desperate as you begged for Vash. 

“Good girl.” His hips surged forward and you both cried out as he went as deep as he could on the first thrust. Your hands shake from the effort of trying to remain in your position as he stretches you out with his cock. He feels so different from Nico and his veiny dick, at the same time you squirm as the shape of Vash’s length hits different places inside of you. 

Vash. Feels like he’s in heaven, his shoulder blades arching back at the slick, tight walls surrounding his body. The pull of your inner muscles as you try to somehow take him in even deeper, has him groaning. If you hadn’t of sucked him off he has no doubt his knot would have swelled immediately to send ropes of cum into you. Glad he’ll get to give you a proper fuck before pumping you full. One of his hands lands on the small of your back, sweeping over the curve of your body as he waits for you to adjust, ignoring the sound of a ringing phone in the background. “Just a little more, and I’ll breed you just like you deserve.” Chuckling as your walls tighten around him at his words. 

Nico is panicking. Running his fingers through his sweat-laced hair as he taps his foot on the bus trying to get closer to his apartment. 

When he got off at the stop near the coffee shop the two of you normally meet at he realized he messed up. In his flurry to text you, he had accidentally turned his phone to airplane mode, and those messages hadn’t been sent. Biting his thumb as he paced waiting for it to reconnect and seeing two new messages come in from you he felt his stomach drop to his shoes. 

You were already at his apartment. “Fuck!” Screaming while ignoring the people around him sending him glares from his outbursts he bolted towards the bus stop checking the online schedule to see if he should just start running. Luck for the first time today was on his side, the bus had just arrived and he was quick to dart inside. 

Now standing by the doors to get off at the closest stop to his home he’s back to biting his thumb nail. Every message he’s sent you has gone unread. It’s the same for Vash. “Shit, you two.” Switching tactics Nico hits the call button for Vash, praying to whatever power might be listening for his alpha to answer. 

You feel like you’re in agony, torn between being satisfied with Vash deep in your cunt stuffing you to the brim, and wanting him to move to finally help you find your release. Every muscle in your body is tense while the arousal flooding your system wants nothing more than for that fine line to snap and send you into blissful oblivion. 

Letting out a soft whine before biting your lip, you know begging isn’t going to get you what you want right now. A small shift from Vash and your entire body trembles, panting at just how good he feels without moving. “Almost ready, you just need to relax a little more.” His voice is strained, something you might have missed if you weren’t paying such close attention to each thing he did.

Swallowing you try to will your body to do just that, trying to let the tension fade. It’s almost impossible. Your body is so wound up it refuses to relax, it wants to be pounded into slumping to the ground while Vash pumps his seed inside your walls. 

Watching you Vash bites his lips, you’re just so tight and he can’t help but wonder if it’s because of your recently passed heat. If your body wasn’t trying to recover. Glancing to the oven he lets out a small noise. 

Nico should be back soon.

Vash, very much wants you locked onto his knot when that happens, suspecting the beta would come bursting in and trying to separate the two of you. Honestly, he reasons in his own head, he’s doing this to make the three of you happy. Giving your side a squeeze he weighs his options. You’re still so tight, but he needs to move. 

“I’m going to give you what you want, it might hurt, but we can tend to that later.” Bending forward and pressing a soft kiss to the center of your back. Upright once more, Vash starts to pull his cock from the warm confines of your body all the way to his tip. He can feel the churning in his gut once more, well aware his balls are filled to the brim again after that first load he shot off. “Now be a good omega and take what I give you.” Ramming his hips forward at a blistering pace with his head thrown back Vash starts breathing through his mouth, you feel so good surrounding him, like you were made for him. 

You start breathing like you’re running a race as soon as Vash starts hammering into your core, all of this movement so quickly as the head of his cock hits your cervix with each and every thrust you can’t help but whine his name between breaths. A chorus of Vash and alpha litters the air as he spares your body no thought of comfort, lost in the feeling of your walls clamping down around his length. You’re not in any better state, the omega in your head screaming in delight at the treatment. You hate to admit it, but you’ve always loved when Nico would fuck you rough and hard during your heats. Of the three, betas are the caregivers, the ones that look after the other two. The bridge between them. You love Nico, but the omega in you loves the feeling of Vash plunging into your slick walls even more. 

It isn’t long before you feel a mass starting to press against your core, a warm as it hits your opening but not quite breaching you. One of your arms shakes from the increased effort of keeping your body upright so Vash can keep slamming into you with abandon. Licking your lips as the sweat dripping down your body makes the tiles harder to put your weight on. Your heart is pounding inside of your chest once more, and the fire in your core has been stoked to levels you didn’t think were even possible. All because of the man behind you who is moving with the intention of breeding you. Gasping as the mass hits your folds a little harder, his knot wants in and he is bound and determined to lock you to his body. 

“Vash!” Crying out at another harder hit, your arms finally give out and you fall forward with your face pressed to the puddle of your own mixed fluids. His grip on your hips grows tighter, and you glance upward catching the reflection of the two of you on the surface of the stainless steel fridge. You look like a mess, draped across the floor while Vash looks feral with the pistoning of his body trying to drive his knot past that tight ring of muscles. It feels so much better than the toy used to trick you. Your eyes are slow to process his hand lifting to harshly slap one of your butt cheeks once more. 

“Wrong.” Panting and you can almost see the exhale from his exterion. “Name.” Grunting as his hand returns to your hip he sets a blistering pace, the sound of wet skin on skin echoing in the space as his knot starts to slide into your core. “Who’s breeding you?” His words are fast, and you catch your mistake. 

“Alpha!” Screaming it as his hips snap forward with enough force to finally push his knot through the muscles of your slit and locks your bodies together. His voice joins yours as he screams an answering cry of omega, and you could swear you heard another, very familiar voice scream your name. 

You freeze and feel your body spasm with enough force that your vision fades to white as Vash does exactly as promised flooding your womb with his seed that has nowhere to go with his knot blocking your opening. 

Nico takes the stairs two at a time, racing up them to his floor. The sense of trepidation grows as he catches a familiar whiff closer to the landing. It’s your scent. “Fuck!” Launching himself up the final stairs, his heaving chest taking in more oxygen. 

His senses might not be as sharp as yours or Vashs, but he knows the scent of a rut and heat well enough. Especially when they both belong to the only two people he’s ever truly loved. 

Almost ripping his doors from the hinges to freeze in the opening to his apartment at the sight before him. Clothes strew about the kitchen in haphazard piles with two bodies intertwined. Watching with his jaw open as the sound of you screaming reaches his ears before you slump to the ground, Vash behind you and the scream he wasn’t aware he made falls on passed-out ears. 

Vash is panting like he’s run a marathon, one arm moving to wipe the sweat from his face and flicking his soaked blond locks from his eyes. Setting those bright orbs on Nico’s face and licking his lips. “You’re back.” Tilting his head with a smile that makes the tanned man shudder. “Now close the door beta, and come help me breed our omega.” 

Turning as if underwater, Nico realizes he’s been standing there with the door wide open, too lost in shock at the scene that had been playing out in front of him to notice. You don’t need the embarrassment of being seen by his building naked. Stepping inside, Nico swallows. If he was anything but a beta it would have been a mistake, his apartment reeks of the musk of sex and hormones. 

“Please tell me you didn’t knot her?” 

“Tsk, tsk Nico.” One of those long digits in the air as Vash waves it as if speaking to a child. “Of course I did, but only because she asked me.” 

“Vash-” It starts out as a growl before Vash sets his shoulder and cuts him off. 

“Beta. If you had gone to her with my proposal this could have been settled a while ago. You don’t get to grouse about it now, it isn’t like I forced her.” Wiggling his eyebrows at the end before gesturing to Nico’s crotch. “Besides, it looks like you seem rather turned on by the thought of her being ours at last.” 

Nico, doesn’t need to look down. Not when he can feel exactly how tight his jeans are. It’s no use trying to argue that he isn’t turned on by the sight of the two of you locked together, but it doesn’t mean he needs to be happy about how it came about. The scathing remark he opens his mouth to make lost to the sound of Vash cooing your name. 

“Looks who finally showed up.” You’re awake once more, slowly pushing your body up which is hard with the way you feel. It’s like your bones have turned to jelly and you’re floating underwater as you roll your neck languidly while a palm goes to your belly. You can feel Vash still locked against you, his hot cum sticking to your wall has you shivering from the pleasure. You could certainly go for another round of that before the day is out. Letting Vash use his hand to guide your head to look where he wants, you smile as you slump backward, a warm chest pressed to your back as Vash adjusts both your bodies. 

“Nico! I brought your coat back” Giggling as Vash makes another minor adjustment, ensuring the tan beta has a perfect view of the bulge just above the opening to your sex and where Vash is connected to you. “Oh, and I met Vash.” Another giggle, almost as if you’re drunk as you try to hide behind your hand. “He’s wonderful.” 

“Hear that Nico? I’m wonderful.” Pressing his lips to your shoulder and planting a small trail of kisses. 

“Oh! But you are too Nico! You should come closer so I can kiss you.” Reaching out one of your hands towards him leaves Nico reeling. He’s never seen you this out of it, but the twitching of his cock in his pants tells him his body doesn’t mind. 

“You want to kiss me?” 

“Of course silly! I’m your omega, and you’re my beta. Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” You say it almost as if you’re speaking to a child, that soft smile still on your face that has Nico entirely disarmed. “And Vash is our alpha, so come join us! Plus I wanna tease you after learning you were afraid I loved you for the wrong reasons.” 

The dark haired man finds his chest suddenly full of pain like a hand has reached through the sinew of his body and wrapped around his heart and started to squeeze. The phrasing of your words has him shocked. Did you just say you loved him? “You sound a little drunk.” It’s blunt and to the point, you don’t seem very much like yourself right now. 

“I’m not” It doesn’t seem all that believable to him when you start giggling again. 

“I think, my caring beta, our omega is high on whatever hormones her body is pumping out to counteract any of the pain she might be feeling.” Vash still has his lips near the side of your neck, his hands wandering along your sides. “She’s in a false heat after her real one, if I had to guess she’s still recovering from that.” 

“She isn’t ours Vash.” Grinding his teeth Nico is finding this situation harder and harder to ignore. The more he hears from the two of you, the more he just wants to give in to accept that you’re here with him and Vash. 

“She wants to be.” Lifting his head and letting the point of his chin land in the muscles of your shoulder, a pleased little hum coming from you at Vash remaining so close. “I told her she could leave and we could talk about this when my rut was over.” Shrugging his shoulders before making a small adjustment again, once that makes you let out a soft moan feeling another stream of cum pour from his slit. “She decided to stay.” 

“Nico, please.” You can feel Vash still hot and heavy deep inside your walls, the difference between a simulated toy and a real knot evident as he keeps making more cum shoot inside your body. You know his knot will soften at some point, but right now with how tight you are his sex is reacting to your own clamping around it. “You’re starting to make me think staying was a bad idea.” 

The soft whine that echos around the space does Nico in. He might have his reservations but the noise you made just has the caregiver in him quaking, you’re starting to look dejected and it’s all because of him. “No, no.” Finally moving closer and lowering his body to the ground so he can cup your face in his rough palms. “I just.” Pausing Nico tries to think of a better way to word his reluctance. “I’m worried both of you are feeling more hormones than anything else, and I don’t want this to turn into a regret.” A long swallow on his part as he stares long and hard into your eyes, he knows what you look like when you’re lost in the haze of your heat. He doesn’t see that right now. “I want a promise from both of you right now, no claiming, no marking. Just sex, I can’t put this off anymore but when you’re both clear headed the three of us will talk about this alright?” 

You’re quick to agree, both of your hands running along the corded muscles of his arms. Vash however. 

“Beta.” Growling the word out as his arms tighten around your body more. “She’s already ours.” 

Nico sighs, turning his attention to Vash and seeing the glower on his face at the thought of letting you learn with nothing to say you belonged to them. “Vash. You’re being irrational, and that’s why I want that promise. We can all talk about this without hormones later.” 

Another growl and Nico looks to the sky in a silent prayer before trying again. “Alpha. She might hate you for it. Can you handle that?” Nico knows what he’s doing, manipulating Vash to get him to agree with him by playing on his emotions. A tactic that works in this case as the other man relents. 

“Fine. I don’t want my omega to hate me.” Grumbling his agreement, his hold on your body loosens. “Now will you finally strip and join us?” 

At that question you smile, dropping your hands down to Nico’s crotch and trailing your fingers along his length that is hard to miss with the outline of his jeans. Enjoying the heat from his skin and the short hiss of his breath as he inhales in through his teeth. He didn’t tell you to stop and you keep going, working his pants open and pushing some of the fabric of his underwear aside to touch his skin directly. “Seems someone can’t for me to do it myself.” Pulling his shirt off before wrapping his fingers around your wrists to remove them from his skin. 

“But I wanna touch you.” Blinking up at him with a pout, you wanted to touch Nico and try to make him feel as good as he made you feel so often with no thought to his own pleasure. 

“You will.” Closing the distance to press his lips to yours. You almost swoon at finally feeling his rough skin against yours, something you’d wanted for so long without realizing it. Almost like you had been dying of thirst and never noticed the spring of clear water beside you, moving your lips the way Vash had as you tried to deepen the kiss. Nico, is more than willing to oblige, letting you slip your tongue into his mouth as you explore. He knows you’re inexperienced, but it doesn’t change the fact that he lets you lead and guide the kiss. 

Vash turns his body, letting out a noise of satisfaction watching your sloppy attempt to repeat his actions. You’re so willing to learn and to try and imitate what you learned. Vash can’t wait to have Nico and him teach you so much, of all the new things the pair of them will get to try with you as you explore each other. Licking his lips at the saliva dripping from between the two of you before reaching out to wipe some of it away to pull both of your attention to him. 

A soft noise escapes you as you break the kiss humming as you look at Vash, the pressure in your core having relented, his knot soft Vash had pulled out of your pussy. “Are you ready for the next round?” You clench around him, liking the idea of another round and this time with Nico joining both of you. Nodding your head quickly and making a noise caught between a moan and a purr. “Good girl.” A whisper of praise as Vash slides one of his hands over Nico’s. “I was thinking, I stay right where I am, and you put what you learned earlier to use. How does that sound?” 

“Yes! Yes alpha.” You're arching your body at the thought, the idea of giving Nico a blow job while Vash keeps pounding into you makes you smile. The fluttering in your chest was matched only by the shifting of your walls, another round of slickness starting to form in your core. 

“What did she learn earlier?” Nico has a frown on his face, putting a bit of distance between the three of you to remove his remaining clothes. As much as his cock being free has him sighing in relief he doesn’t like the tone in Vash’s voice. 

“Oh yes,” Vash is smirking now, moving your body into a similar position as before so you’re on all fours with your ass in the air. “Our little omega let me fuck her mouth, you’d be proud of her for her first blow job.” Catching the other man’s eye and letting his pride shine through. “She drank. Every. Last. Drop.” Putting emphasis on his words and ending it with a slap to your ass. “Now I want her to do the same for you.” 

You're grinning, trying to reach out and grasp the length bobbing between Nico’s legs, something you’ve wanted to touch for so long and it’s finally going to happen. A shiver of excitement races up your spine, you’re not just going to get to touch him, you’re going to get to taste him. “Nico~” Another soft whine passes from your lips as you focus on his crotch. 

“You fucked her mouth?” He might want to be mad, but he was the first to feel you cum, the first to have his fingers in your core and his cock pressing to the deepest place inside you. 

“I did.” Tilting his head like the preening shit he was being. “She loved it.” Lining himself up once more, Vash surged forward ensuring his dick was all the way inside your clenching hole. Groaning at the tightness surrounding him, a vice formed from muscles that wanted to keep him there. Watching your head tilt upward as you moaned his name long and loud. “Now hurry Nico, I want us to cum at the same time.” Rubbing his hand along your back as he started a gentle pace to keep his mind occupied while he waited for the show to start. 

“You’re always bossy when you’re in a rut.” Grumbling as Nico moves closer, one hand on his cock to make it easier for you to grasp it. “Good thing you’re hot.” It’s the usual song and dance the two of them play, teasing back and forth except this time they have a third partner. Turning his attention to you Nico sends you a soft smile, one hand cupping the side of your face. “Two taps if you need a break.” 

You nod, replacing Nico’s hand with yours and enjoying the silky smooth feel of his skin under your palm. As your fingers touch you feel a pulse under them, almost like you can sense the blood being pumped by his heart running through the veins along his length. A wave of apprehension washes over you, what if Nico doesn’t like what you do? Almost as if sensing it, he brushes the wet stands of your hair from your face. “Just try your best.” With that reassurance, you part your lips and slip them over the head of his cock. Moaning and curling your toes with your eyes closed at the taste on your tongue. It has more of a tang than Vash did. 

Nico slides closer, to make it easier for you as you grip his cock and start to bob along his length. You don’t have much experience but you’ll have more soon enough. For now, Nico watches with hooded eyes as more and more of his dark skin disappears into the warm cavern of your mouth. The bubble of want and need in his gut grows as the spit trails down to his base and into the dark hairs there. 

Vash grins, watching from behind with his head turned on an angle, he can’t see much of what you’re doing but both you and Nico are making a symphony for him with the sounds of your pleasure. Sighing himself as your walls clench around him like a vice as you suck Nico off, it’s something Vash thinks the three of you are going to do a lot because your body clearly seems to like it with the force your insides are exerting on his length. Done with his gentle pace, Vash starts to move faster, smirking as the movement has you jerking forward and a choked moan leaving Nico. “Good girl.” Starting to breathe deeper as the pleasure starts to mount and he plans to chase it. 

Your eyelids flutter as you find your lips touching Nico’s base after jerking forward for the snap of Vash’s hips, a whine of surprise before you moan around his cock. You can feel him twitching near the back of your throat and it sends a flood of slick down your walls, making it easier for Vash to buck into you harder and faster. 

Nico groans, all of the times he imagined how you’d feel don’t compare in the slightest to the real thing. The sudden jerk of you to his base and he almost came on the spot. Grinding his teeth to hold off before hissing at Vash. “Alpha, I’m not… Gonna… Last.” 

Vash looks up from where he’s watching his dick slamming into your welcoming cunt, taking in the sight of Nico and the clench of his jaw. Nico does look like he’s at his limit. Vash knows Nico doesn’t want to cum without permission, not when Vash had said for them to cum together. Pistoning his hips and slamming his knot against your folds, the three of you will have at least a day until his rut passes. What’s letting Nico enjoy painting your throat white without having to wait too long just the once? 

Letting out a roar as Vash feels his knot starting to push past your opening before catching on your walls and locking him into your welcoming sex. “Then fucking cum beta, make sure our omega drinks it all down.” One of his long arms snaps forward to grab Nico’s shoulder and forcing him to close the distance so Vash can plunge his tongue into the other man’s mouth in tandem with his cock inside you. 

Both men groaning in your ears and the feeling of being split open as both of them pump their seed into you sends you over the edge. With your nose deep into the mess of curls around Nico’s base you smell the musk of his arousal and sweat, using it to ground you from passing out and to keep breathing through your nose. Using it to moan around him as you tip over that edge once more. 

When they break the kiss for air, Nico notices your slight distress moving away just enough that you can pull your mouth from his cock. Groaning again when you look at him with a look of pure debauchery as you slowly stick out your tongue to show him the spatter of white on the muscle. “Fuck me.” Hissing as you make a show of swallowing it. 

“Oh don’t worry my beta, I plan to.” A devilish grin that seems out of place on his face Vash can feel the burning in his gut growing once more. You, now that you don’t have to fear passing out, let your eyes close as you need to rest for a moment. The omega in you content to belong to a pack and aware you are far from done.

Almost a full day later, you pant under the sheets of Nico’s bed too exhausted to move. “So. When are we talking about what we just did.” 

“Later” both men whisper, equally as exhausted. 

“After a nap?” 

“Yes.” You want to laugh at how funny it is, but that takes effort. Instead, you let yourself drift off, a nap sounds wonderful, and you’re curled up with the two people you think you can easily spend the rest of your life with. 

Well... I tried

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