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Geto's Three Little Reasons: Reason 3

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader

Summary: During your training with Geto you realize there is more going on than you care to admit. You convince yourself it can't be and in your denial Geto breaks into your room.

Warnings: NSFW, nipple play, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 5.7k

Reason 1 I Reason 2

You hear hushed stories and giggling from the back of the house where Geto is entertaining your sisters. It’s sweet how he becomes a different person around them. More fun and lighthearted but still stern where it counts. 

The way he loves them; he’s more of a father to them than your real father ever was and ever would’ve been. Witnessing moments like these make it hard to keep your heart under control. He may have a dark mission but he steals your breath each time he’s near. 

You wish he could feel the same but that’s impossible; not when you’re the very thing he hates. Your stomach, that was just floating with butterflies thinking of him, now sinks under the weight of an anvil. He’ll never feel that way about you. You’re friends at best and that should be enough. 

You scrub the dishes a little harder, trying to forget your feelings when a large hand is placed on your shoulder. 

“That plate looks clean. Why are you scrubbing it so hard?”

You jump in surprise, quickly rinsing the dish in hand before turning to face him fully. “What can I help you with, Master Suguru?”

“Change into some gym clothes and meet me outside once you’re done here.”

You nod and turn back to the remainder of your dishes, giving them a quick scrub before rinsing and setting them out to dry. 

In your room you rustle through your limited wardrobe for something to wear. You’re not exactly a fashionista or anything but you also like to look put together, mostly to compensate for your less-than-perfect skin. You especially like to look nice around Geto. It’s silly but you feel out of place otherwise. He’s always scrutinizing you, the monkey he let move into his house. You’d prefer to dress nice, if only to give him one less thing to be disappointed in.

Rifling through your dresser, you’re lamenting your lack of athleisure. Gym clothes haven’t really been on the shopping list since you don’t work out regularly. You are slim enough and the girls’ schooling keeps you too busy to really think about self-care…something you ought to prioritize if you’re being honest with yourself. But circling back to the problem at hand, you rummage through and find a pair of plain yoga pants. You slip into them and smile that they match the sports bra you’re already wearing (cause truthfully it’s the only thing that’s comfortable once your chest is a certain size). You just need to find a normal shirt.

Leafing through the tops in your drawer, most of which are business casual, you find a pretty, white, off the shoulder top. After pulling it over your head, you consider the outfit complete, toss your hair into a high pony and head out to meet your master.

Stepping onto the soft grass of the back yard, your gaze flicks up to your favorite man who waits patiently with his hair half up. You note that’s the way he keeps it when he’s headed out on business so he must be very serious about this. The look is very flattering on him, it always makes your chest tight and has your fingers flexing to card through the midnight strands. 

Geto stands there regarding you, the corner of his lip tugs up before he gives an approving nod, making your skin pebble. “Come.” 

You step forward and he hands you a pair of slightly oversized black round glasses. They look perfectly ordinary, no prescription, no special tint, just clear lenses. 

“Put them on. I need to see if they fit.”

You push the glasses up the bridge of your nose, setting the ear pieces in place. “They seem to fit fine.” 

“Do a cartwheel for me.”

“What?!” you don’t mean to sound so skeptical but it was such a random request that you couldn’t keep the sass out of your voice.

“I need to see if they’re tight enough to stay on during combat.”

“Oh.” you nod and comply, wondering if he knew you could actually do a cartwheel or if he just assumed. 

Arms crossed over his chest, allowing his biceps to steal your attention, he nods, satisfied with the fit. 

“Next I need to check if they work.”

With a hand raised, a small ball comes from his palm, expanding until a horrifying creature emerges. It’s misshapen with far too many eyes and makes strange noises that you’ve never heard before. It somewhat reminds you of something from a freakshow and you stammer back, tripping over a rock and falling on your behind. 

“Suguru! What is that?!”

Geto rushes forward, stooping down to help you up. “You can see it then?” 

“Yes!” your heart thunders in your chest with fear. “The girls said they were scary but how did they sleep knowing these things could pop up at any second?”

“It’s okay, this one won’t hurt you. It’s under curse manipulation. That’s the name of my technique.”

“Your ability is to control them?”

“Yes, I have many spirits within my arsenal.”

“Do they all look the same?”

“Not at all, but most of them are just as ugly.”

“Joy, so glad I can see these things now.” Your sarcasm is thick but you do genuinely appreciate that you have a way to see the things your sisters see. “I guess the next step is to fight them, then?”

“Correct. I had to scrounge up some cursed tools for you but I think these should do.” 

Geto walks over to a nearby bag. It looks like a soft case for a rifle but once Geto kicked it open, it unraveled to reveal two knives, a sword, and a spear.

“Suguru, I really don’t think I’ll be any good with a katana.”

“Yes you will. I’ll make sure of it. First we work on the foundations-”

“-like not cutting myself.”

“-Yes, like not cutting yourself, and then we build up your strength so your movements are effective.”

Eyes full of doubt, you gaze up at Geto, “You really think I can do this?”

“Yes.” he states point blank, completely certain. “Just remember to stab them with the sharp end.”

A grimace spans your face as you bite the inside of your cheek. You want to shove him for his mockery but instead you grab one of the daggers. “Fine. Show me.”

Geto’s hand gently takes the blade from you and places it back in the case. “First we learn to walk. I need you to know how to use your fists and feet before you use a knife. Hands up and punch me.”

“No way! I can’t hit you!”

“I know you can’t, and trust me, you won’t.”

“But what if I do.”

“You won’t”

“But what if I-”

“Woman, trust me, you won’t!” You purse your lips and throw one of your fists at his face. He easily dodges it. “Like I said, you won’t”

“Fine, I’ll punch you.”

“You won’t.” Feeling frustrated you try again, this time you start to mean it. “Ha! Now she has some fight in her.”

Feeling even more indigent you go again, pumping your fist out towards his face. With reflexes way quicker than anything you could have foreseen, your punching fist is now twisted behind your back where Geto stands, trapped in his clutches. His hot breath fans over your neck, causing your eyes to close for just a second before you start to wiggle in his grip. 

“Hey! Let go!”  you demand, only slightly aroused by the compromising position. 

“Or what?” Geto taunts, his length treacherously hardening from being close to you. It twitches with anticipation and he has half a mind to forgo the lesson entirely when you stomp on his foot. 

His grip loosens and you slip out, feeling a short-lived victory before you realize Geto is laughing at you. 

With arms crossed over your chest, you give him a glaring look, “That’s not very nice Suguru.”

“That’s not very good fighting.”

“I got out, didn’t I?”

“True, I just didn’t expect that much fighting spirit. Let’s go again.”

After a huff of exasperation the two of you do just that. He gives you pointers and instead of dodging your shots outright, he blocks them, allowing you to keep swinging. Carefully, he teaches you combos and simulates how to block, dodge, and guard between swings. You feel almost halfway competent when you trip over the same rock you did earlier.

“Stupid frickin stone. Who put that there?!”

Geto nearly doubles over in a fit. You’ve been such a sour-sport all afternoon and your adorable frustration has quickly turned into his favorite interactions with you. 

“Suguru! Stop laughing at me!” Your protests bring out a booming joy in his belly he hasn’t felt in years. “Suguru, I mean it!”

Still on the ground, you kick at his knees. One of them falls to the dirt but his hands catch the rest of him before his chest crashes into yours. Eyes wide with surprise, you stare up at him. He looks so handsome up close. Like a deity who belongs in the heavens, not down here with the mortals. Your breath hitches when you realize he’s staring back. His laugh, replaced by something more serious. A look that makes you want to reach up and touch his pink lips with your own. 

Feeling his member hardening again, he decides that’s enough practice for one day and dismisses you to go take a shower. He desperately needs the space cause constantly being aroused by you is sure to create some discomfort between his legs when he can’t do anything about it. 

With a grunt, he gets up and discretely readjusts himself before reaching out his hand to help you up. Just as you grab him the sprinklers turn on and you both get soaked. 

After a sharp inhale of discomfort from the frigid water you exclaim, “I thought they came on later!”

“Me too. Did you adjust the schedule?”

“No! Did-”

Then two rambunctious seven and eight year old girls come running out in their bare feet sliding around in the now wet grass. 

“Girls!” They giggle and laugh at your outrage. “Did you change the irrigation schedule?!”

They continue to laugh and Geto turns stern. “Ladies, you have till three to go back inside and turn it off or I will bring out one of my many curses. Do you want that?”

Both of them look at Geto, then each other, then back at Geto before shaking their heads. 

“One-” the word is barely out of his mouth before the two sprint back inside and the water is off. 

“Sorry about that,” you say as you assess him in his soaked black shirt that now clings to his rippled torso. You do your best to tear your eyes away but it’s hard when the view is just so gorgeous.

“It’s fine.” Suguru reassures you, drinking in your now see-thru white shirt that perfectly details your bra and the outline of your silhouette.

Once you’re able to finally drag your eyes back up to his face, you realize where he’s staring and quickly cross your arms over your chest. Fortunately for Geto, it doesn’t hide your figure at all but instead pushes up your already ample bosom making you look even more appealing. 

Your eyes cast down, embarrassed, however when they do, they catch Geto’s soaked and tented sweats. You quickly excuse yourself to shower and change. 

Mindlessly agreeing, he heads inside to do the same, trying his hardest to distract himself from the growth between his legs. 

With flushed cheeks, you speed walk straight to the shower, stripping off your soaked clothes and turning the water temperature to scalding to make up for your freezing body temperature. You sit in the tub, knees folded up into your chest as you let the water rain down on you. He was staring at you, and was aroused by it. Your heart is like a horse on a racetrack. You keep thinking of his body and how badly you want to see it barren. How there’s no way you mistook the shape of his pants. You think back to this morning’s conversation. Is it actually possible that the impossible is true? Does the monkey-hating Geto actually have feelings for one of those hated monkeys? The very people that he's sworn to kill? Does he actually feel something for you? …or is it just a superficial lust? A woman he has easy access to. Low hanging fruit and all…

You hate yourself for swimming in these thoughts but the water’s gone cold and now it’s time to dry off cause the hot water is probably being rerouted to Geto’s bathroom. You take your time, blow drying your hair and styling it just so. You want to recreate your earlier high pony but with soft waves. After pulling up your hair and combing out your bangs and some face framing pieces, you wrap your towel around your body and head to your room.

“Ow!”

You hit a wall as you step out into the hall.

“Are you okay?”

Two large, warm hands grip your shoulders. You stare up into Geto’s eyes, blinking like a deer in the headlights. It turns out the wall you hit was actually the very sturdy body of one Suguru Geto. His frame towers over you as usual, his hair towel dried, and his clothes freshly changed. You bring your hand up to your nose, rubbing it since that’s what hit him hardest before you realize your towel has come open. 

“Ohmygawd!” It comes out in one frantic word as you pull away and scurry to your room, once more brushing past Geto and feeling something hard in his pants. 

“Wait!” Geto grabs your wrist and when you turn around, your eyes are an impressive mix of beautiful and mortified, causing him to let go. This tension between you is killing him. It’s not just the mounting discomfort between his legs that’s creating this sense of urgency, his heart genuinely aches. He wants you more than he’s ever wanted anyone before. More than family, more than friends, more than those hopeful one night stands. He needs you and his body is screaming at him to stop getting in his own way. 

Humiliation causes tears to well on your lash line. You close your eyes, full of pain, and retreat to your bedroom, closing the door in his face. He stands there on the other side, one hand on the door. The shadows of his feet are visible from where you stand and you hear the thunk of his forehead hitting the wood separating you. 

Your mind spirals. How can you just pretend this didn’t happen and go back to training with him? He wants you and you want him, but it’s not the same. You convince yourself it’s not you he wants, just your form. He’s a lonely and consequently horny man. That is the end of his attraction. There’s nothing more to it. 

Don’t fool yourself into believing there’s more. 

Salty droplets slide down your cheeks and gather at your chin, slowly building till the tears are big enough to fall. You want to get your emotions in check but right now you just need to feel them. Allow yourself to experience the disappointment so you can steel yourself against it. 

Minutes pass and there’s a tapping on the door, soon followed by Geto calling your name. 

“Please open up.”

“Leave me alone…please.”

“If I did something to upset you, I’m sorry. I want to be here for you but I can’t if you won’t let me in.” He calls your name again, desperation laced through the word.

You squeeze your eyes shut, more tears spilling down your cheeks. Your tears turn to sobs. Why does he have to sound so sincere? Your heart aches, wishing this conflict in your chest would subside but the pangs only feel sharper with each shaky breath. He calls your name again but this time there is fear in his tone.

“I’m coming in.”

Three little words and a busted door frame later, Geto comes rushing in to kneel at your side. “What happened? What has you so upset? Please talk to me.”

He’s huddled around your small frame while you’re still sitting on the edge of the bed in your bath towel.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what? What can I do?”

“Don’t pretend to care when we both know you don’t.”

“Pretend? When have I ever pretended to care about you?”

“You’re doing it right now! I know what I am to you. I know you can’t love me so please stop acting like you do. I can’t take it.”  

“I can’t do what you ask of me.”

“Why must you be so cruel?”

“Please, I can’t stand to see you upset. Especially if it’s because of me.”

“Then leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?!”

“I-” Geto feels his heart stop as he looks at you. It feels like he’s dying when he sees the tears streaming down your face. The whites of your eyes turned red. The sniffling of your nose made runny with tears. He can’t bear it. He takes your hand and kisses it. “Please forgive my ignorance and I will forgive yours. Do you really think I’d break my own door to get to a person that didn’t matter? Do you really think it would pain me to be away from a person I didn’t like? Do you really think I would train you if you weren’t worth protecting? I am so hopeless for you. I can’t wait to get home because of you. I thank the heavens for you. You are the center of my universe and I can’t stop thinking about you. I die a little more on the inside every time you pull away from me. Please tell me you feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”

“Why do you say such beautiful words when I know they can’t be true?” You choke on your sentence as it stammers out. 

“But they are true. Please believe me!”

In Geto’s urgency to get you to understand he begins kissing your hand up to your shoulder. Each kiss rushed but passionate. It’s not till he reaches your neck then he begins to slow down, intentionally kissing where the tears have carved a salty stream onto your skin. 

You melt, wanting to cave into the fantasy. “Please, don’t let me leave you again. I don’t want to leave you anymore. I don’t want revenge on the monkeys. I just want to be with you.” 

He murmurs the words into your neck, his pink lips brushing your dermis and the heat of his breath sending a chill down your spine. The faintest moan slips out, the impact of which is so profound that Geto feels as if he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“Do that again.” he whispers breathlessly. 

“Suguru…”

“I want to hear it again” he gently sucks on your column and once more a moan is dragged from your lips. 

Suguru grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap so that your knees straddle each side of him. Your towel is barely hanging onto your chest while the terry cloth is split at the seam where the fabric should be overlapping to conceal your core. His hands slide down to your hips, grabbing control of them and grinding you into his pelvis. There’s a deep groan that joins with your sharp inhale at the feeling of his length rubbing against your center. The heat of it being more than Geto is ready to receive. He buries his nose into your freshly styled hair, inhaling the pheromones escaping your scalp. “Please tell me you need me as much as I need you.”

“Geto, I-”

“-not Geto, Suguru”

“Sugu… I- I-” A high pitched gasp steals Geto’s heart as your baren nerve bundle drags along his length, tickled by the limb aching to be inside of you. 

“Take off my shirt.” he orders. You look at him disbelieving. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Immediately you acquiesce, not wanting his scorn. “Do you see how my heart beats for you?”

Your fingers trace the veins over his left pec before straying beyond the area and exploring the entirety of his torso. 

With a gentle tug, Geto steals the remaining towel covering your chest. Your hands fly to your breasts to cover them. “No” he whispers, brushing them away, and allowing his fingertips to follow the purple lines under your skin. “You’re so beautiful. Do you have any clue how lovely you are? Especially when you look at me.” his voice is soft and dreamy as he speaks, “I see something in your eyes that isn’t there otherwise. Something that comes to life just for me.” Geto’s hands brush your arms and shoulders before sliding across your back into an embrace. With his face resting in the juncture of your neck and shoulder he continues his ministrations. “I yearn for that look. No one else sees me the way you do. No one else ever will. I know what I have here at home. That’s why I don’t want to leave. Every time I walk away from you it feels wrong and every time I walk towards you it feels right.” His fingers dig into your skin as he brings his forehead against yours. “What have you done to me, woman? I am a different man because of you.”

Your breath hitches at Geto’s words and his lips enrapture yours in a fierce kiss. The need of the action nearly knocks the wind out of you. It’s not possible, none of this is possible. There’s no way this man has said all these beautiful things to you, a person he hated not too long ago. Not to a disgusting monkey like yourself. He tolerates you, he does not love you, he is mistaken, or you misheard him but then why is he kissing you like his life depends on it?

It takes several minutes for Geto to come up for air but when he does, he sees your love drunk face and succumbs to your plea to not stop. Happily he leans back in, rolling you onto your back so he can feel you under his body weight. 

His hips absentmindedly rut up into you, covering his pants in the gloss seeping out of your barren lips. Your legs wrap around him, not wanting him to go away and your arms grapple at the knotted ropes of his back.

“I need you.” he whispers into your lips.

“Take me then.”

“I can’t do that to you. Not till you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.” He pulls back to look you in the eyes “Please Suguru”

He glances back at your broken door then at you. “My room” he says, scooping you up and tip-toeing over to the hallway to check where the girls are. It seems they’ve taken their play outside so Geto rushes you down the hall and closes his door using your back to press up against it. As the latch clicks shut Geto’s kissing becomes frenzied. His desire to be connected with you consumes him just as wholly as your need for him drenches your folds. 

Hurriedly, he drops you on the bed so he can unbutton his pants and push them off his body. What you see next causes your jaw to drop. His manhood, held erect, is a nice seven inches with an upward hook that you can feel without it being inside of you. 

“Come back to me” you softly beg, extending your hand so he’ll lay on top of you. In the midst of deep kissing, his length that had been sliding up and down your labia, slips into your opening and you squeeze out a cry of pleasure. 

You constrict around him, making his breathing labored. “Heavens, I don’t know how long I’m going to last in this tight pussy of yours. I feel like a man about to break.”

You nudge him with your nose, searching for his lips. He gives them to you, deeply inhaling through his nose as his hips take small strokes, giving you time to adjust. 

You are so tight that he wondered, “Is this your first?”

“And if it is?”

“Then I shall be gentle with you.”

“And if it’s not?”

He pauses mid stroke before deciding, “I’ll be gentle all the same.”

You hum into his neck, laying soft butterfly kisses on his skin, adorning him with your affection. His movements are tender, made more so by the fact his large hands grip you tightly, like he’s terrified to lose you. Yet his hips by contrast are gentle, easing in and out of your center, concentrating on your pleasure. 

With one hand, he begins to explore the slopes of your body, finding purchase of your breast made heavy with the weight of its size. His head dips to its peak and takes it into his mouth, suckling on it and then repeating the process with the other. 

Your head flails back and your chest arches into his mouth. “She likes that, does she?”

A series of moans is your only response so he continues to rim his tongue around your nipple and suck until a tangy liquid is pulled out. 

“I see you enjoy this bit.”

You whimper and his pulls get stronger, the stroke of his hips along with it. You’re not sure what happened to gentle but this sure isn’t it. His teeth bear down on your pink bud while his fingers pinch the other. Your entire body rocks beneath him as his hips run away with the desire he’s been holding back. Your pleasured squeals spur him on, till he hears the slightest twinge of pain in your voice. 

He immediately lets go, his body stilling to assess if you’re okay. 

“Don’t stop.” 

“But I hurt you.”

“Sugu, don't stop.”

“Then turn over, and get on your knees.” 

You comply, rolling to your stomach and bringing your knees under you. Geto rests his hand on your shoulder, signalling you to stay down, before lining up with your folds and pressing in. You groan loudly, feeling how deep he reaches and how his shape satisfies your needy core. His head brushing against a spot that leaves you breathless, repeatedly stealing the air inside your lungs till your face turns red as it twists in agonizing pleasure. 

Geto’s weight presses on your rear, his large palms resting on the flesh of your behind, spreading it apart so he can see what he’s been dreaming of.

“So pretty f’me.” his love drunk voice husks. 

“Feels good Sugu”

Geto’s hands find your elbows and pull back on them, leveraging your weight against his as his hips resume thrusting without restraint. Your back lifts and bends obediently as your chest is teased by the sheets, its thread count brushing against your nipples with each rock against your hips.

Your whines and cries are like lightning bolts shooting through his core, tightening his abs and balls simultaneously. 

The fronts of his thighs clench in their labor to pummel as deep into you as he can before he explodes from the feeling of you around him. You scream, overwhelmed with sensations, enduring and enjoying simultaneously, making your chest pound victoriously. When his pace grows uneven you look behind you to see his eyes glazed over, exhausted and enraptured by your constriction around him. He pounds against you harder, a symphony of groans accompanying his efforts till he pulls out and shoots white liquid across your back. 

Exhausted and spent, Geto collapses next to you, staring into your beautiful eyes like you are the sun and stars themselves. 

Your finger nail traces his features as he lays there panting. “M’sorry baby, I’ll get a rag and clean you up in a second. Just let me catch my breath.”

You chuckle, feeling flush after the term of endearment. “What’d you call me?”

“Baby.”

“Not woman? Or Monkey?”

“Baby. Though woman isn’t entirely out of the question.”

You giggle again. “Who would’ve thought, the mighty Geto would want someone like me. I guess sometimes the impossible is possible.”

“Stop saying that like you don’t deserve my affections.” The mountain of a man gets up and grabs a washcloth from his ensuite bathroom. He wets the fabric and brings it to your lower back, wiping up his spilled seed off your soiled skin. “You are everything good. You care deeply, you serve kindness to the undeserving, you pledge loyalty to those who would deem you their enemy for what? A shroud of kindness? Do you have any idea how astonishing you are?”

“You string together pretty words to flatter me but I still can’t follow how a man who hates all monkeys can possibly want me.”

“Well I do. I want you like a five course feast that ends with a decedent cheesecake and I want it all day, all night, 24/7/365.”

“That sounds very greedy of you.” you say casually brushing your chest against him.

“When did you become an expert temptress? I thought you were innocent.”

“I can’t state the obvious?”

“No, not when it makes me want you even more than I already do.”

“How are we ever going to make it through our lessons?”

“Guess we’ll have to do them naked.”

“And where are we sending the girls during our naked fighting time?”

“To a friend’s house.”

“You have friends?”

“Watch it woman, I’ll fuck you into the mattress for having a smart mouth.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“I think you meant to say, ‘I’m begging you to try.’”

“I’m begging you now?”

“With your eyes, yes. But don’t worry, I’m ready for round two. If the girls go to bed early, there may even be a round three and in the middle of the night, I’ll wake you up for round four.”

“Round four?! My my, greedy indeed.”

“Only when it comes to you.”

Your giggles come on stronger till Geto drops down to your pelvis and licks a flat stripe up your sex, pointing his tongue when he reaches your nerve bundle. You gasp and notice how sharp your nipples have become. 

“Care to test that theory? My vote is yes.”

It has been months since Geto’s last excursion to deal with the monkeys. He never said it out right but you have a feeling he’s given up on his plan and is looking for a new one. He still hates the curses but he’s become increasingly interested in your limited cursed energy and teaching you how to enhance it. 

Some days you feel like a science experiment with the number of tedious questions he asks you. He’s also made some hints at talking to an old friend who might know more about developing your meager ability but he seems hesitant. You’ve guessed why but you don’t necessarily care to confirm your suspicions. All you can really do is offer to mediate and support. 

“Suguru, baby, if you’re really that nervous, why don’t we go together?”

“He’d probably like that.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Not necessarily, but he’ll probably flirt with you.”

“What if I promise not to flirt back? Then can I come?”

Geto chortles, “I think my jaw would fall to the floor if you flirted back. He’s not exactly your type.”

“And how do you know my type?”

“I just do.”

“Oh yeah? Describe it to me.”

Pulling you into a hug and spinning you around in his arms so he’s holding you from behind, Geto purs in your ear, “Well, you like strong men, ones that can control a situation, but you also like when they’re bigger than you, much bigger.” You hum in agreement, closing your eyes. “You also like when they have long dark hair that you can rake your fingers through, and you like when they have a dark past, two things I can assure you Saturo doesn’t have.”

“Hmm, I guess you have it spot on, however, all you really did was describe yourself.”

“Am I not your type?”

You twist around in his embrace till you’re facing him again. “You are. Does that mean I can come?”

“It does.”

“Are you going to tell him what changed your mind about your original approach?”

“Yes, I’m going to explain to him the three little reasons I changed my mind. The woman in front of me and her two loving sisters.”

You nestle your face into the crook of his neck. “And what did we do that was so special?”

“You showed me that non-curse users are worth redeeming, that my violence was wrong, and maybe…maybe there’s a way to teach your kind. And I want to try that way instead.”

“Your noble mission to rid the world of curses just got a lot harder. You sure you’re okay with that?”

“Yes. Especially if I can have your cooking after I exorcise them.”

You smile and laugh. “Speaking of, should I bring something for Gojo? A little peace offering?”

“He might assume it’s poisoned.”

Your musical laugh rings harder. ��Maybe some other time then.”

“Yes baby, some other time.”

You pitch your head up to look into his onyx eyes, they’re dark and calm, soothing to peer into. “Sugu?”

“Yes baby?”

“I need kisses.”

“They’re yours baby, all my kisses are yours.” Geto lowers his head, allowing his lips to brush against yours before pressing them together. You feel the oxygen leave you as your heart stutters. It’s been like this ever since your first kiss. The influence his lips have over you, the way he pries them open so his tongue can dance with yours. Every time it escalates into a fit of passion and soon Suguru is lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist while he walks you to the back of the house. Once his bedroom door is locked he makes quick work of your clothes followed by his own. His mind is geared for a one way track to worshiping your body and soul. His fate set to cherish the woman he wasn’t supposed to love but does, wholly, devotedly, eternally.

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Geto's Three Little Reasons: Reason 2

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader

Summary: Geto comes home from a lengthy mission. His relationship with you slowly starts to build, mutual respect and friendship budding between you.

Warnings: Murder, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2.8k

Reason 1 I Reason 3

Geto was gone for a long time this week. Normally he’d disappear for a few days at a time. However this outing was for nearly a week and it put you on edge. What was taking him so long? Was he not coming back? You started to fear for his safety and it made your sleep restless. 

You tutor the girls during the day, catching them up on the education they missed, then cook and clean by night. While getting them ready for bed they started to look up at you worried. 

“Is Geto dead?”

“Don’t think like that sweetheart. I’m sure he’s fine.” You give them both a comforting smile but inside your stomach twists. Where is he?

You tuck the girls in for the night, giving them both a kiss on the forehead and head back out to the living room. You pack away all the games and books littering the house and collect the spare cups that decorate the coffee and end tables. After a quick rinse, you pop everything into the dishwasher and set it to run before heading over to shower.

Your halfway through washing your hair when you hear motion at the front door. You cut the water and grab your robe, suds still in your hair. As quietly as possible you tip toe to the kitchen and grab the heaviest pan you have, gripping it in your fist like a bat. 

There’s a shadow on the floor around the corner and you grip the handle tightly as you jump in front of the burglar and swing. 

Wack!

A firm hand blocks the attack and another grabs you at the wrist. “Goodness, woman, how many times do you plan on attacking me?”

“Suguru!” 

He removes the pan from your hand and sets it down on the nearby counter while you hug him in relief. He softens, melting into the hug and resting his cheek on top of your head.

“You miss me or something?”

A muffled “yes” comes from your face buried in his chest as you squeeze tighter. 

It suddenly occurs to Suguru that you’re wet and he releases the hug, pushing you back by your shoulders to take a look at you. Your hair is dripping with soap bubbles that slowly slide down your locks, your skin glistens in the low lighting of the house, and your bath robe is slightly undone from your attempted attack. Without realizing it, his eyes linger on your chest, prompting you to look down and quickly retie it, properly covering yourself while he clears his throat, coming back to reality. 

“I take it you were showering when you decided an ambush was a proper welcome home.”

You laugh nervously, “yeah well, I thought there was an intruder. It’s not like I was gonna tell them to wait while I finish up.”

“Fair.” Geto stands there for a moment in silence regarding you before chiming “and by the way, I missed you too.”

Heat rises on your cheeks but you try to move past it. “You mind if I finish up in the shower before I make you some supper?”

“Not at all. You mind if I tell you about my trip while you do?”

You look at him surprised. He normally would never intrude on your personal space but maybe he hasn’t had anyone to talk to this entire time. “Umm, yeah, sure.” You turn from him and back towards the bathroom, with Geto a few steps behind as you enter the space. “So tell me, what kept you away from us?”

“I’m sure you can guess the obvious part.” You nod, acknowledging the genocide he’s commiting in his efforts to rid the world of curses. “But I was also doing research for you.”

“For me?”

Geto takes a seat on the toilet lid while you step behind the shower curtain before taking off your robe. Your head pokes out as you reach out to drape it over the nearby towel bar. He accidentally catches a glimpse of the side of your breast and looks down.

“Yes, I promised to figure out a way to teach you.”

“And?” you call, back behind the curtain, turning the water on again.

“And I found a way to help you see them.” Geto can hear from the way the water is falling that you’ve stopped moving. “There’s a girl in one of the famous clans, a twin, she can’t see them either. She’s a disgrace to her family but they still found a way to fashion glasses that let her see spirits.”

You resume rinsing the soap out of your hair contemplating his words. “So you’re saying I’d be able to see them. Would I be able to fight them?”

“I’m not sure. She’s not old enough to fight yet, but I met a man once, from that same clan, who had no cursed energy and he used cursed tools. I think you could do that.”

You stop the water and squeeze out your hair before opening a jar to apply deep conditioner. You heavily coat the strands then twist your hair up in a clip before poking your head back out to look at Suguru still seated on the toilet lid. “You’re going to teach me how to use tools? Like a drill?”

Geto's chuckle is adorable, “No, tools like weapons. Katanas and such.”

Your eyes widen in excitement but then cast down. “I don’t know… I don’t think I’ll be a good warrior.” You grab the towel next to your damp robe and use it to dry off before wrapping it around your body.

“I’ll make you a great warrior. The girls are almost old enough for us to start discovering what their techniques are, there’s no reason you can’t join the training too.”

You step in front of him, realizing when seated he’s nearly eye-level with you. “I don’t know.”

Normally Geto would find a woman’s lack of confidence unattractive but you’re soul is so pure that he finds your hesitation adorable. He stands up to his full height, your eyes following his as he does. Two large hands rest on your shoulders, rubbing between them and your biceps, “You said you wanted to learn.” 

“I do! I just, I’m not a fighter.”

“Need I remind you of my greeting earlier?”

You laugh, a musical sound that Geto realized he had never heard before. His heart aches, has he really never heard you laugh? You motion for him to follow you to your bedroom so you can change into pajamas. Given your room is near the girls’ the two of you keep your tones hushed.

“Okay, I can be protective.” you muse, stepping into a pair of silky shorts, “But only when it comes to those two.” You dive into a soft camisole, pulling the hem down to meet your shorts.

Geto's eyes scan over your battered body, contemplation filling his features. He steps forward, his finger hooking under the spaghetti strap that rests lightly on your shoulder. With a gentle tug, you pulls it down and traces his hand along the marks left by your old wounds. 

“You are a fighter. You may not realize it yet, but I do. I see it, here in front of me.”

Chills run down your body as you turn to face him. His hand replaces the strap before both palms glide up to your neck and pull you into another embrace. He holds you feeling a closeness he’s never had with anyone else. Your hands come up and wrap around his waist. “I missed you, Suguru, all three of us did.”

“I missed you too, all three of you.”

After a squeeze you let go and travel back to the kitchen, Geto behind you one more. You snag some ingredients from the pantry and whip up a few rice cakes, asking if he wants some protein too. “Yes please.” You grab a container of shrimp and get to work making a sushi bake and when it’s done the two of you eat at the kitchen counter, scooping chunks of seafood in seaweed crackers.

“I’ve missed your cooking. You spoil me and I don’t know why.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Geto cocks his head, “You saved my sisters. I owe you for their lives.”

“You owe me nothing.”

“I’m serious Suguru, everything we have is because of you. The roof over our heads, the food on our table, the clothes on our backs, the least I can do is cook and clean.”

“I just, I want you to know, I don’t expect that of you.”

Your hand reaches out to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over its apple. “I know, but I want to.” 

Geto finds himself leaning into your palm, closing his eyes. Now that his belly is full, he needs to sleep but he doesn’t want to leave your side. Not yet. Not when he just got home. 

“I think someone needs to get ready for bed.” You coo in a motherly manner. 

“Five more minutes?” he whines, imitating the girls. You laugh again, a symphonic sound that makes his chest fill with helium. 

“Nooo, it’s past your bedtime. Now off with you.” With a playful shove to his shoulder, Geto stands but when you turn away to clean up the mess, he joins you. “Suguru, I’ve got this. You’ve been traveling all day. I can tidy up.”

“But it’s late and the kitchen’s only dirty because I came home hungry.”

“Exactly, It’s late. Go to bed and let me handle this.” you insist.

Without thinking he grabs your hand, so small in his, delicate, and cold. He lifts it up to his mouth and kisses the back of it. A warm smile graces your face and you assure him that you’ll wake him up in the morning with breakfast. 

Reluctantly, Geto agrees and trods down the hall, feeling lonely the instant he enters a room other than the one you’re in. When he closes the door he pulls off his robe and pants, discarding the items in a hamper along with a pair of white socks. While he stands there changing, he can’t stop thinking about the way you looked changing in front of him just now. Of course he dropped his gaze when appropriate but he can’t get over the fact that you allowed him to be around when you did. You’ve grown comfortable around him and he around you. 

He didn’t anticipate how much he’d miss you on this last trip but if he was going to make good on his promise, it had to be done. Eventually he’d have to take an extended venture. Sooner rather than later too, since each absence is getting harder to stay away. Who wants to go take care of grim business when you have something reminiscent of a family at home?

He didn’t just miss your cooking, he missed the comfort of being around you. A stark contrast from a few months ago. But the way your eyes light up when you see him, the way you smile at your sisters, everything about you is warmth. You think you’re ugly with your scars, but you’re not. You’re gorgeous. Once he was able to see past what you are, he discovered he quite liked your appearance. Usually your clothes mask the marks but to see them fully displayed by your pajamas proves that they can’t take away from your beauty.

He lays in bed listening to the quiet clamor in the kitchen, hearing you sigh as you finish up before listening to the sound of your feet padding across the floor and revisiting the bathroom. The squeak of the faucet tells him you’re rinsing out your hair mask and brushing out the towel dried tendrils. Minutes later your footsteps retreat to your bedroom and the door closes. 

He lays there wondering if you think about him the way he thinks about you. Probably not. He was an asshole to you at first. Something he regrets quite a lot. He always thought you were beautiful and kind but he couldn’t get past what you contribute to this world. The way your kind feed the negativity. Then when you showed him, he finally gave himself permission to let it go. He doesn’t care that you’re a monkey anymore. In fact, you remind him of what he once was. 

He used to be kind. An advocate for your people. But that part of him was trampled over by the state of the world. The disgusting cursed spirits he has to swallow, the taste of death lingering on his tongue one too many times. He needs you, to come home to you and replace the vile aftertaste with something better. Your cooking relieves him, eases the anger, and washes away the disgust. Before he knows it his mind has slipped into sleep. A restful one full of happy thoughts surrounding you.

~

“Suguru?” you lightly knock on the door.

“Hmm?”

“You awake?”

Geto grunts so you figure it’s safe to enter. Before he even sees you, the scent of breakfast fans over his nose, then you appear like an angel, carrying a tray loaded with goodies. 

“Sorry if I woke you, I just wanted to sneak in before the girls started to pester you.”

Geto sits up, scooting towards the wall, leaning his back against it while he accepts the feast you’ve brought him. 

Once you set the tray down he catches your hand, kissing the back of it like he did last night. You feel your gut swell when he does that, the small gesture making you ache for him when you wish you wouldn’t. Your eyes trace his face and follow his long hair draping over his bare shoulders. You try to stop your eyes from wandering over his shirtless torso but the defined muscles pull you in. 

“You like?”

You jump, eyes blinking back to the present. “Hm?”

“You like what you see?”

“Wa? Oh yes. I mean-” You squeeze your eyes shut, ears red, and turn to leave.

“Don’t. Stay.”

You bow your head and silently shake it, reaching for the door when he calls your name, “Please. I’ve spent the last week alone. I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Turning your head to peek, your expression is full of pain. “Can you come back over please? I’m used to it. I catch women staring all the time.”

“I wonder why.” you say sarcastically as you resign yourself to taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

“Lucky for them, they don’t have to fight me. You do.”Your eyes grow wide, realizing what that meant. “Once I say hello to the girls I want to start training you. I have some cursed tools out back and I have plenty of spirits at my disposal. We’ll test out the glasses and get going.”

You turn your head to the door, “If it means protecting them, I’m down.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, cause you didn’t have a choice.”

You smirk, shaking your head, then go to clear the empty plates when he removes the tray from his lap and pulls you back down on the bed. Nerves flood your body but settle when his hand comes to your face. “This isn’t just about them, it’s about you too.” 

“I know.” 

His gaze looks back and forth between your eyes and turns somber when he exhales, “Why do you let me leave you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you let me leave you?”

“Because you have important work to do.”

“But tell me why does it hurt to be away from you?”

“Im not sure, perhaps you are confusing me with someone else.”

“No. I’m not.”

“Then your brain must be broken.”

“I’m being serious.” His fingers card through your hair and begin to grip your scalp, “I miss you every time I walk out that door. Why?”

You shake your head and whisper. “I don’t know why.”

“Take a guess.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Because it means believing in the impossible.”

Geto's eyes fill with pain. You think he can’t have feelings for you, buy why? You are the most beautiful woman he knows, inside and out. There is no one he'd rather return to but before he can tell you, two young girls come crashing in. 

“Master Geto!!!” They sing in unison.

You step out of the way to let them jump on the bed and give him a hug while you finally collect the dishes and step out of the room. Their perfect timing allows you to escape before you said something stupid. Thank heavens.

But that doesn’t stop the pit that forms in Geto’s stomach. He loves the girls, telling them tall tales about what he did while he was away, but he needs to finish talking to you. If you aren’t going to listen to him now, then he’ll have to make you listen later. 

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Geto's Three Little Reasons: Reason 1

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader

Summary: On his mission to rid the world of curses through genocide, Geto finds two young girls locked up for their ability to see curses. He's about to free them when their older sister shows up, ready to rescue them from their family's murderer.

Warnings: Murder, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2k

Reason 2 I Reason 3

He hates monkeys. They take and they take, having no idea how greedy they are. He used to feel protective over them. They’re helpless. They need his strength. They need all the strength of the jujutsu world to have their back. But did they appreciate their sacrifices? No, they didn’t even notice them.

His mind became twisted, wondering how to rid the world of curses. How are they formed? Through the fear of the primitive. Meaning, if he gets rid of all the monkeys…well, that would do it. 

He got to work, destroying families and villages. Cutting ties with anyone who disagreed. As he cleansed the city of the primates, he found curse users who were caged or enslaved. He took them in, comforting them and assuring them they were special. He found homes for them and continued with his work.

Then one day he found two young girls. Terrified, and like so many others, locked in a cell. He had just massacred their entire clan when he stumbled upon them, all alone in the basement of some dead rich man’s house. He began looking at the lock, appraising it, when the girls point behind him.

He turns to see you standing there, keys in your hand, quaking with fear.

“Are you going to hurt them?”  You’re voice comes out soft as a whisper but you try to sound brave.

“I’m going to free them.” You look him up and down, trying to gauge if he’s tricking you. “Hand over the keys, monkey.”

“No. Step aside.”

“You’re in no position to defy me. I see how you tremble.” His voice oozes with power but you swallow and stand your ground.

“I’m not leaving them alone with you.”

“Why? Are they dangerous? Is that why you locked them in this cell?”

“How dare you!” You find your bravery in your indignation. “Those girls are special and if you think I’ll hand them over for you to slaughter like the rest of us, you’ll have to kill me too!”

Geto steps forward, intrigued. He can’t quite tell if you’re defending them as property or as someone who loves them. He watches you, your eyes darting over to the bars behind him, clenching your jaw and calculating your move. He decides to let you play out your little stunt, to see whose side you're really on. 

Clearly, you’re still just another monkey because you haven’t noticed the massive third grade lurking behind you. But he keeps its hunger at bay until you prove to be exactly what all of you are: just another selfish monkey. 

You close your eyes and charge past him, racing to the cell door, your fingers fidgeting with the lock, trying to fit the key inside. “Run, run far away and let me handle him. I won’t let this man hurt you.” Your voice comes out calm though you’re anything but.

The girls cry your name and you sob. They are your sisters, ripped away from your arms when they were four and five and taken to this wretched place. As toddlers, they started to see unnatural things. Things that scared them, but they also gained mysterious powers. Your family was afraid of what they are, chaining them but never killing them. The entire clan agreed to keep the girls locked away, and you spent years trying to convince them otherwise. You snuck down to visit them every chance you got, looking for a way to get them out.

Then the killing started and you saw an opportunity. You scoured the entire home, searching for the keys to their cell but the screaming surrounding you made it hard to think. Your panic chewed up your logic, rendering you nearly useless yet still you found them. The keys finally clutched in your fist but by that time the screaming had stopped, and you feared all were dead, including the girls. But here they are, in front of you, alive, and nothing will stop you from making sure they’re finally free.

“Go, go, go, go! Get out of here!” 

You shelter them and then throw yourself at the blood stained man. Crashing your body weight against him as a distraction away from your sisters. Swinging at him with your pitiful strength, giving it your all to offer them a getaway but they see what you don’t, a huge curse blocking the entire tunnel.

“Sister! One of the monsters is here!” 

“Just go! I’ll handle it!”

Geto laughs, throwing you into the now vacant cell and locking the door. You shriek in fear and anger, “No! You can’t do this! They’re just children!”

“Children who will be much safer with me than they ever were with you.”

Geto looks down his nose at you. You’re a wreck. Weak and small, sweaty and blind, just like the rest of the monkeys. You can’t see a single curse in this place. He almost pities you.  Almost to the point of sparing your life, seeing how you care for these girls, but the fact that you ever allowed them to be locked in a cell to begin with proves you’re still one of them. Another dirty reason this world runs rampant with cursed spirits. 

Your eyes sparkle with tears as you look towards your sisters. You spiral, worried you’ll never see them again. Will he kill them? Will he kill you? Will they ever know what it means to be free? You sob, feeling the despair crash over you.

Then the two little girls begin to scream. They pound on the man’s legs and hips, trying to get him to stop the thing that’s coming for you. That big, giant, third-grade curse that’s been waiting to snack on you this entire time.

“Leave our sister alone!” they scream and when he doesn’t stop they run back to the cell door to stand between you and the invisible monster about to strike. 

Having no interest in killing curse-seers, Geto stops the creature and reconsumes it. “Why do you protect this monkey? She locked you in a cage?”

“No she didn’t! She only tried to free us!” one of the girls shouts over her shoulder, her arms embracing you in a hug through the bars of your new prison. 

Geto steps closer, noticing the edge of a scar from under your sleeve. He reaches through the bars and yanks at your shirt. All three girls scream, holding each other tightly, but when they see you’re unharmed, they merely whimper and watch. 

“How did you get these?” he lightly touches a series of cigar burns on your arm.

“Our father.” You whisper, eyes cast down in shame.

“How did you earn them?”

Your gaze turns up to your sisters and you hug them closer, closing whatever distance the bars put between you.

“I understand.” 

Geto, making his decision, stands up and unlocks the cell door. The three of you loosen your embrace, still comprehending what’s happening. “Come.” he says, though your mind is still buffering, “We have a far journey.”

“You’re- you’re asking us to follow you?”

“Yes.” he replies curtly, “My name is Suguru Geto. You three will refer to me as Master Geto.”

“Yes sir.” you say with your head bowed, encouraging your sisters to do the same. The three of you shuffle down the hall together and find yourselves following the strange man who murdered your entire family to... who knows where. 

It had been a few weeks since your clan’s massacre and already you found yourself at home with Master Geto. He is disciplined but not strict with your sisters. The same can’t entirely be said for you, but he’s slowly softening up. He sees how you care for the girls, and he approves of your cooking. 

At times, you catch him staring at you. Not necessarily in a hateful way, but you're not exactly sure what way it is. You wonder what he sees in your sisters that he doesn’t see in you. He calls them by their names however, he still refers to you as a monkey at times. Could it be something to do with their unique ability? 

“You see them too, don’t you?”

The words blurt out of your mouth one evening while you’re tidying up after supper. Your sisters are outside, playing, while you take care of the dishes. Geto, who stands nearby, stiffens, his eyes narrowing.

“The things they see, the reason everyone was afraid of them. They’re real, aren’t they?”

“They are. You’re just too primitive to see the world for what it is.”

“True. But I want to. I want to know what they see. Can you teach it to me?”

“No.”

Your head drops and you zero in on the dishes again. “Do you hate me because I can’t see them?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You sure? It feels like you do. Maybe not in the same way my parents hated me, but similar enough.”

“Why exactly did your parents hate you?”

“They didn’t like being told they were wrong… and they especially hated that I wasn’t some subservient daughter who refused to forget about her sisters. They thought they could force me to forget, but I wouldn’t.”

Geto stills before coming over to you. “I want to see.” He refers to the marks he saw the day he found you.

You set the dish in your hands back into the soapy water that fills the sink. “What?”

“Show me you’re not lying.” You stand before him, jaw slack, unsure whether to show him or not. “Prove to me that you mean what you say.” Your eyes lock on his, afraid to reveal the horrible truth. But he has this look like he needs to be proven wrong. He needs to be wrong about you. You're not sure why, but after a moment of reading his expression, you agree. 

“Could we take this to one of the bedrooms, please? I don’t want the girls seeing.” Geto nods yes and you remove your gloves before following him to the back of the house. Once through the door of your bedroom, Geto moves to close it behind you. He leans against the wood, blocking your exit till he sees what he asked for. 

Slowly, you lift off your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head before carefully folding it and placing it on your bed. He stands up straighter as his answer comes into view;  however, you’re not done. You bow your head as you remove your pants, too, folding them like your shirt before placing them on top. 

You try to stand up tall, barren in your underwear, but the confidence doesn’t quite reach your eyes, especially not when placed under the severe gaze of Master Geto. He moves closer, his fingers reaching out and touching the road map of scars littering your arms and back. Lines from being beaten with a switch and circles from cigarette burns. You twitch as his fingertips trace the marks. Then his eyes move south, the backs of your thighs have switch marks as well. 

When his gaze moves back to meet yours, there are tears welling in your eyes. 

“You never gave up, did you?”

“No” the word came out small, no more than a whisper. “I told you, I love them.”

“I’m glad I murdered them all.”

The tears start to freely fall from your cheeks and you turn to redress but Geto stops you, pulling you into a hug that envelops your entire body. Your shoulders begin to shake and he holds you tighter, realizing you quite possibly are the only monkey worth saving.

He keeps you trapped in his arms a bit longer, allowing your emotions to level before letting you go. “Thank you for showing me.”

“Of course, Master Geto.”

“Suguru.”

“Hmm?” 

“Call me Suguru.”

“Thank you Suguru.” You turn to dress, quickly slipping back into the garments so you can return to the kitchen when his hand catches your face. Air is sucked between your teeth as his fingers make their way to your jaw where he lifts your chin so your eyes gaze into his.

“I will find a way to teach you. You share blood with curse-seers, meaning there may be a way to help you. I refuse to let you be just another monkey.”

You find yourself blinking back tears. The look in his eyes has changed. There’s no more revulsion, disdain, or distrust when he stares at you; something more akin to caring has replaced it. “I’d like that very much.”

The two of you hold eye contact, solidifying the authenticity of the moment, before he lets go and allows you to dress before resuming your usual chores. 

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Toji as Your Stalker

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji sees you while working and quickly becomes obsessed with the wife of his hit job. Once the dust of the murder trial settles, he comes back to take his prize

Warnings: NSFW, DubCon, unprotected sex, facial, murder, funeral

Word Count: 2.4k

Your stalker, Toji, who meets you on a job. He was hired to kill your husband, but found you far more interesting than some adulterous jerk he had to kill.

Your stalker, Toji, who hates the man you married. He doesn’t appreciate what he has, always going to clubs and paying for women when the idiot has a diamond back home. What if he infects you with something he catches from his whore’s? Toji’s brain spins with worry. 

Your stalker, Toji, kills many people as a sell-sword. Some of them bad, some of them good, some of them children, all of them because some rich scum needs them removed. He didn’t particularly love his occupation, but it kept him rich and he was good at it. This time though, he definitely enjoyed his job. An excuse to watch you and a payment to knock out his competition. Toji’s never been more lucky.

Your stalker, Toji, who follows you around far more than he follows your husband. He already knows his strategy for killing him, but he doesn’t know what you love. He knows what you don’t like, your husband, but what are your interests and hobbies? Who are your friends? What do you look like under those clothes?

Your stalker, Toji, who learns all those things, making appearances here and there. One day he walks up behind you in a book store. You're searching for a title you saw online when his hulking chest rubs up against the back of your head. “S’cuse me.” he grunts as he reaches for a book on the shelf. 

Your eyes widen as you realize how tall the man is. His firm muscles press up against your back with a hand casually placed on your hip. You feel you could get lost in a hug from this stranger and with one glance at his compression shirt, stretched out from his herculean figure, you want to.

Your stalker, Toji, who started popping up everywhere. Where there had once been attraction, there is now fear. The more places he appears, the greater that terror grows. You tell your husband about it but he scoffs, saying you have an overactive imagination. You insist that he should beef up the home security system but he doesn’t, claiming you’re just trying to get his attention. 

Your stalker, Toji, who watches the exchange through the window, amazed that this POS has the nerve to call himself a husband. You are by far the most important person in his life, so why does your husband not feel the same way. It doesn’t matter though, he won’t be around much longer, and when he’s gone…that’s when Toji will strike. 

Your stalker, Toji, who watches from the shadows during your husband’s funeral. He sees you staring at the casket, unsure whether to be sad or relieved. The man didn’t love you. It was an arranged marriage. He was barely kind to you, but he was your husband and he had been murdered. 

You stand there, face perplexed when you realize there is a flower on the casket that was not added by any of the mourners. It is a snapdragon; your favorite. So how did it end up here? 

Your eyes dart around the graveyard at all the guests, searching for the person who brought snapdragons but no one has any blooms that match the one in question. 

Your stalker, Toji, who makes an appearance as the rest of the crowd leaves. He stands behind your shoulder as a singular tear leaks out from your eye. You may not have loved him, but without him you are alone in the world. You will be able to live off of his money for a year, but after that, the life you once knew will be gone.  

Your stalker, Toji, whose footsteps take you by surprise when he steps forward to look down on your husband in his grave. He gives the ghost a glare before looking up and turning to you. Your eyes widen like a doe, alone with the man who’s been following you for weeks. The fear for your safety makes you tremble, especially when your eyes pan down to his hands, his very large hands, and you see a bouquet of snapdragons clutched between his fingers. 

Your stalker, Toji, who walks over to you, reaching you in just a few strides, even as you step back. With a hint of a smile he presses the flowers into your hands before walking away. 

You stand there, shaking in your solitary, you know this isn’t over. This is far from over. 

Your stalker, Toji, who disappears from your life as quickly as he entered it. Your head remains on a swivel cause you know you’re not wrong about your gut feeling at your husband’s funeral. The man has targeted you, a lone widow, and part of you believes he’s the one who created your new marital status. As crazy as it sounds, you know you’re not wrong.

Your stalker, Toji, who disappears for months, missing the entirety of your husband’s murder investigation. You’re acquitted of all charges due to the violent nature of the murder. There is no way you are capable of such strength, but you know who is. You are certain it’s him and the thought makes you tremble. What if you’re next? What’s to stop him from coming back to finish you off? Your thoughts spiral with worry but you don’t dare say a thing to the police because you’re afraid of just that, him finishing the job. The blame for the murder is eventually shifted to a gang your husband was secretly a part of. They uncovered his favorite brothel was a front to launder money for a gang comprised of violent offenders. They attributed his death to a deal gone wrong and the case was closed.

Your stalker, Toji, who let himself into your kitchen ten months after your husband’s death, ready to steal his prize. Oblivious to his presence, you came down for a late night cup of tea. Turning on the light over the stove, filling your kettle and setting the burner on high, you wait, zoning out on the floor as you hear the water roar into a boil. Once the kettle sings your hands motion to pour the steaming water on autopilot, not noticing the water flowing over the brim of your mug.

“Careful now, that’s hot.”

Your stalker, Toji, who steps out of the shadows and makes his presence known startling you so severely that you drop the kettle, sending hot water all over the kitchen floor and splashing on your legs. You wince from the pain of the fresh burns when the mammoth of a man stoops down to assess your skin. “Silly girl, who taught you to be so careless.” he mutters more to himself than you. 

You’re frozen in fear, unsure if you should run or do whatever he says. Maybe he’ll make it quick. Maybe it won’t hurt. But then you see him get up and grab a kitchen rag, wet it, and press it against your seared flesh.  

Your stalker, Toji, who feels the shiver that rocked your body and looks up at your surprise-struck face. “What?”

You blink a few more times before you whisper, “Are you going to kill me too?”

“Of course not.” He grunts and stands up to his full height, his finger hooking under your chin. Another shiver shakes your bones and his opposite arm circles your waist, pulling you into his body heat. “Your husband was a bad man, a greedy man, an idiot who thought he could show you off like a prize and then shove you away while he fucked his whores.”

You suck in a breath, hurt by the truth of his words but anticipating where he was going. 

“Yes, you should be shown off like a prize, but you should also be fucked like a whore.” His fingertips graze your cheek and rest in your hairline, his palm hiding the side of your face. “The dumb shit didn’t know how to fuck you, but I do. I don’t care that you’re a lady out there. In here, you’re my little slut, and my little slut is coming upstairs with me now.”

Your stalker, Toji, who sweeps you off your feet and carries you bridal style up the stairs to your bedroom door. He kicks it open and repositions you so that you’re straddling his stomach, ankles locked behind his back as he heavily kisses you, panting from want. “Fuck, you taste so good.” he growls, parting from your mouth. He sits down on the side of your bed, pulling down the spaghetti straps of your pajama top. “Mind if I taste these too?”

You don’t know what’s gotten into you. A moment ago you thought he was going to kill you, now you’re making out with him on your bed. What has gone rotten in your brain that you’re suddenly desiring this man with every bone in your body? 

With parted lips you nod yes. Toji grabs two fistfuls of your weighty chest and begins to feast, switching back and forth between each peak, melting your mind into a puddle of need.

Your stalker, Toji, who is making you wet between your legs, your pelvis absentmindedly grinding into his lap while he focuses his attention on your tits. You’re supposed to be more ladylike than this; you’re supposed to be scared. Yet neither of those things are true. You desire him more than you ever desired your husband. You’re not sure you’ve ever wanted anyone this much in your entire life. 

“My, my, aren’t we anxious. Hmm? You need me to stuff you full?”

It was so lewd but you can’t help the dribble of drool that forms in the corner of your mouth thinking about how it’d feel to have sex again. It’d been so long since you laid with a man and even longer since you actually enjoyed it. You stopped sleeping with your husband when he started fucking prostitutes, and doing the deed with him was never enjoyable. You guess that’s why he had to start paying someone, so they’d pretend to enjoy it. 

Yet here in the dark, you have a beast of a man ready to tear you apart like you’re a virgin and you might as well be, given how long it’s been. 

Your stalker, Toji, who flips you onto the bed. Your back lay against the sheets and he steals off the satin bottoms of your pajama set. As he rubs his massive length against your folds, spreading your slick along the entirety of your sex you begin to panic, remembering just who this man is and regretting your choice. Suddenly wanting escape, you try to sit up and push him away but he slams you back down, pinning you against the bed with his forearm. “Too late to turn back now, pretty.” 

His cockhead slips into your slit and he thrusts with an angry strength, hitting your back wall and causing you to choke on the air in your throat. Toji pulls out and fucks into you again, just as hard as before, making you wince and once more attempt to push him off of you. 

“No.” he sneers, “Take it like a good slut. Fuck your husband’s killer.”

The widening of your eyes unleashes an animal within his mind and his hips run away at full speed, snapping into you as if you were a seasoned slut when in actuality you were holding on for dear life, screaming from discomfort. 

Your stalker, Toji, who bears down on your neck with one hand and pulls on your hair with the other, fucks into you till you give in. You can’t deny the gorgeous madman any longer. Your fear turning into shameful lust, your body starts to welcome his intrusion, producing so much slick that you squelch around him with every thrust. 

Your stalker, Toji, who throws your body around the bed like a paper doll. From one position to the next, you lose your balance and never know where to grip. Your hands claw at him and then the at the sheets, looking for anything to hold you steady. 

Eventually, he rolls you onto your knees, pulling on you at your hips, and slamming into you at a jarring pace. Your fingers grip small chunks of your comforter while his hips jackhammer away at your back, his large and heavy palm slaps at your round behind like he hates you with every fiber of his being.

Your stalker, Toji, who has you crying from the intensity of his bedroom activities. You’re overwhelmed and at a loss of control. You’ve came more times than you can count and just want him to have mercy on you. But he doesn’t. “Over a year,” he snarls into your neck, landing another blow on your backside. “Over a year of waiting. You’re not going to reject me, and you’re not going to run from me. I’m here permanently sweetie, and no one will touch what’s mine.”

Your stalker, Toji, who presses both hands on the small of your back, pushing you down into the mattress, making you scream from the angle. “And when I say ‘no one’ sweetie, that includes you. You will not touch yourself. Only I can touch your pretty little body. Only I can bring you to orgasm, understand?” He punctuates his question with an extremely heavy spank against your ass causing you to shout ‘yes!’

Your stalker, Toji, who loses all control from the sound of your submission and pushes you down before yanking you back to the floor. He pulls you to your knees by your hair and cocks your neck back, fucking his fist till spirts of seed fly out, coating your face. 

You close your eyes trying to avoid the sting but he rubs his cum into your skin, leaning down so his breath cools your wet cheek. 

“Who do you belong to?” he whispers

“I belong to you now.”

“That’s right. And who touches you?”

“Only you, sir.”

“Do you touch yourself?”

“No, sir, just you.”

“Good slut.”

Your stalker, Toji, who moves you out of your ex husband’s house and into his, allowing you to maintain the lavish lifestyle you knew under your dearly departed, using his blood money. Each night when he comes home you wait on your knees by the door and when he’s ready, he ravishes you like the whore he promised. 

“Who do you belong to?” He grunts each night, hips plowing into yours

“You, sir!” you scream in marital bliss

“And who touches you?”

“Only you, sir”

“Good slut… or should I say, wife.”

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[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader x Concubine

Warnings: NSFW, oral, anal, DP, cum swallowing, threesome, toy usage, nipple play.

Summary: You are forced to participate in a very harsh lesson directed by Sheila and things get wild.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

“Where is she?” Sukuna complained as he stood to paces the room. 

“Probably obsessing over her appearance to impress you.” You say sarcastically as if you hadn’t done the same thing. You made sure you looked liked perfection so you didn’t pale in comparison to some girl who’s appearance held sentimental value to your fiancé. 

During your last excursion with Gojo you told him about the Sheila lessons. How awful she is to you and how she tried to seduce Sukuna twice. You could tell it struck a cord in Gojo and you didn’t disagree but you did remind him how you encouraged her to do so. A foolish act you now regret. 

“I’d be more impressed if she were on time. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I know baby. Maybe we can save this for another day.”

“Nice try, Princess. You’re gonna listen today and you’re gonna like it. Once we’re done, then we can discuss disposing of her.”

You like the sound of that, but the same gnawing feeling of forcing someone out their home to fend for themselves in a world very different from the one they know, eats away at your conscious. In spite of that feeling, you give Sukuna a nod.

A few seconds later Sheila enters the room, bowing before Sukuna, lowering her body all the way to the floor. Then, raising her head and chest, she gives a cloying smirk, one that begs of dangerous desires and sits a foot above her exposed cleavage. 

Your jaw tightens, disliking how Sheila continues to undermine your relationship at every opportunity.

“Rise woman, you’re not here for me, you’re here for her. Treat her well, and I’ll forgive your little stunt earlier this week. And believe me when I say I’m not a forgiving man.”

Your hand, that had been tucked away in Sukuna’s larger one, gives him a squeeze, thanking him. He turns to you, tracing a finger along the base of your face, gently lifting your chin so he can kiss you tenderly. Your eyes flutter closed before his lips withdraw and you reopen them to see his glittering smile looking down on you, a hint of danger dancing behind his red eyes. 

Sheila clears her throat, killing the moment and causing you to turn back towards her. “My king, I have brought some ‘teaching aids’ for today’s lesson. Has she been briefed on what today will entail?”

“She has not. I rather enjoy surprising her. Watching the faces she makes is one of my favorite traits about her.”

Your eyes dart from person to person. What are you in for that would require a warning? 

“Well then, we’ll start with the easy stuff and move on to the more exciting stuff in a minute.”

Sukuna sits back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, next to you as Sheila invites herself to sit down on the mattress next to you. You don’t miss the way her eyes rake over him and with pursed lips you ask, “So what’s the easy stuff?”

“Seduction.” Sheila deadpans, eyes returning to you. 

“I know how to seduce my own fiance.”

“Only because your his fiance. Not because you know what he likes.”

“I’d think I know what he likes .-”

“Enough. Let the woman do her job.” You fall silent, surprised by Sukuna cutting you off. There is danger to his voice and you know he’s going to take it out on you later.

Sheila clears her throat. “Anyways, the Lord likes it when you pander to him. He enjoys feeling important and feeding into his ego, boost his authority. But make sure it’s genuine. If it comes off fake, you will insult him.”

You roll your eyes. She acts as if this information isn’t obvious. Sheila snatches your face, squeezing your cheeks with her pointer finger and thumb, causing your lips to open. “And he likes it when you give him an excuse to be rough with you. If you’re defiant, he’ll fuck you like a whore, which he rather enjoys. Power feeds his sexuality. Any excuse to put you in chains will excite him and any excuse to embarrass you is thrilling.”

You pull your head away, escaping her grip. It’s not like Sukuna hasn’t put you in chains before. “He also likes when you try to take the power back. Breaking you down till you can’t deny that he’s the true king will go a long way in satisfying his urges. Being too submissive gets old. And lastly, invite another girl into the bed every once in awhile. He enjoys a new conquest.”

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth, knowing that she’s implying herself. “Anything else?”

“Yes, once he’s back to his true form, you need to know how to fuck him properly.”

“How’s that going to-” Sheila presses her finger into your lips and cuts you off. 

“True form Sukuna has four arms, a mouth on his stomach, and two dicks. Do you really think you’ll be able to handle that right away? It takes time to adjust.”

Your jaw drops. Two dicks?

“The best way to practice is by having two partners at once because that’s what Sukuna is, he’s essentially two people in one so sleeping with him will feel overwhelming if you’re not prepared.”

You turn to Ryomen, surely she’s not suggesting you sleep with another man alongside him. He’d never allow that.

Seeing the look on your face Sheila smiles and pulls out the bag she carried with her, “That is why I brought these.”

Opening the the silk drawstring pouch, Sheila pulls out several anal trainers, butt plugs, dildos, a strap on, and a cock ring with a dildo attachment. With eyes wide, intimidation takes over your body. Sukuna’s introduced you to a lot of things and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken you by the rear, but double penetration is not something you ever expected to have on the table, let alone become your new norm.

“Have you done anal before?”

You blush, this is the last person you want to talk to about this. 

“Don’t be shy,” she says irritated, “I’m literally supposed to be a whore. Your betrothed fucking your ass isn’t going to phase me. Especially when he’s supposed to be fucking mine.”

You feel indignent, “Yes, we do that.” you say with narrow eyes

“Good, now bend over.”

“What?”

“Do what she says, princess.” You swing your head over to Sukuna, surprised to see his pants are steadily becoming tented and realizing he’s expecting a show. “Let her help you.”

Your eyes dart back over to Sheila who’s on her knees, a glass anal plug in hand. “I’ll let you lube it.” 

She brings the bulbus end of the toy to your lips, “but look at him while you do.”

Your eyes shift over to Sukuna again. “Open.” 

Your lips separate. Then Sheila’s hand is behind your head, forcing the glass into your mouth, “Suck on it. He’s watching you.”

Obediantly, you hollow your cheeks, pupils fixated on your pink-haired beast, who’s muscles begin to flex from excitement. 

“Get it nice and wet for me.” She pulses the plug in and out, swirling it around your mouth before pulling it out with a wet pop. “Hands and knees. Face him, he’ll want to see your face.” Her words are strict and said with an air of danger. 

Eyes still glued to your love, you do as she says, allowing her to lift your dress and pull down your thong so that she can spit on your puckered hole before pressing the glass globe into it. At first, you put up resistance, but with enough pressure, the orifice gives way and you stretch around the plug’s circumference. A helpless expression of desire bleeds from your eyes as you look at your King. 

Ryomen's eyes narrow and he smiles, that dangerous smile you both love and dread. “Get the strap on, I want to see you fuck her.”

Sheila disrobes, getting off the bed just long enough to step into the harness of her strap on, and then settles behind you. Sukuna grabs you by your hair, fisting it and yanking back so your neck is bent, looking up at him. Sheila uses the silicone appendage strapped to her pelvis to slap at your folds, making you flinch with each impact. When Sukuna smiles down on you, she rubs the entire shaft of the toy along your seam, wetting it with your slick before pushing it into your heat, to stuff you full. 

You close your eyes and moan as she enters you, feeling how the toy rubs along your plug, nestled in the adjacent hole. Sheila begins pushing her thumb against the plug, making it pulse in tempo with her strap on, helping you get used to movement in both holes. 

It’s obvious on your face that you like the feeling. Fluids drip from the apex of your center, the string swinging into your thigh and smearing against your teacher as she beats into you. Though Sheila had been trained for this, she didn’t like the lack of attention she was getting from Sukuna. She’ll have to turn things up a notch if she wants to prove she’s the better fit for him. 

While keeping tempo, your teacher's fingers pry under the glass plug planted between your cheeks. She lifts it, pulling hard against your rectum in time with her thrusts. You slowly release the plug, your muscle closing as she pulls it out.

“Not so fast.” she coos. Sheila withdraws from you heat, slipping the cock ring with the dildo attachment onto her strap on and plunges into your back door causing you to gasp in surprise. Both of your holes are filled and she immediately trusts into you harshly, not letting you adjust to the sensation. The silicone length reaches much deeper in your hole than the plug did, but that’s not new to you. The sensation of both holes being penetrated deep, that part is. 

“I said I wanted you to fuck her. Make her scream.”

Sheila nods and slaps you. First your rear and then your face. She grabs your hair when Sukuna lets go, pulling hard and turning your head so her palm could mark your cheek with a red splotch. 

Her pace kicks up a notch, and as it did, she pushed your head down into the mattress. “Hands behind you back” she orders. You comply, folding them behind you so your forearms stack one over the other. You no longer had the bed to clutch and prevent yourself from shifting forward, but it didn’t matter. Sheila grabs your forearms with her hands and pushes all her body weight onto them, forcing your belly into the mattress and bending your back at an impossible angle. 

The new pose allowed her to go deeper, brushing a new sensitive spot that was causing more slick to spill out than normal. You moan and cry, feeling overwhealmed by the occupation of both holes when she brings her fingers to your clit. “Just an FYI, Sukuna’s mouth on his belly loves to eat pussy, especially while it’s stretched around his cocks. So you better get used to this being played with too.” 

She whirls her fingertips around your bud making you squeeze and clench around the toys filling your center. Your eyes shut, trying to handle the immense sensation focused on your lower half. 

“Scream, Princess, I know you want to.”

Sheila slams into you harder, both her hips and her fingers picking up pace, her actions egged on by Sukuna chiding in your ear.  You cry from the brutal pace, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you finally scream. The sound rebounds with the cadence of her hips. Sukuna eyes you hungrily, palming his pants, feeling his head leak as his ears ring with the sound he was dying to hear. 

“Take it, doll. Soon this is going to be us every night.”

Your breathing is labored, trying to endure the merciless beating into your backside. When your eyes shut, a scream signals your orgasm. You collapse but Sheila props you back up. “We’re not done. You think you can rest after just one orgasm?”

“No” you whine.

Sheila goes to strike your flesh when Sukuna beats her to the punch, hitting you much harder than she would have.

"You're not throwing in the towel yet, doll. She's not done."

“For our next lesson, we need to fit both of these in here.” Her finger trails down your spine, sliding over your rear and slipping into your spasming heat. The lone finger hooks forward and is soon joined by three more digits. Sheila flips you onto your back to watch your face contort. You can’t catch your breath cause you keep holding it each time she bends her fingers into your g-spot. 

“Please…” you beg, wrapping your hands around her wrist to pull her off. 

“I don’t think so.” Sukuna’s tenor rumbles above you. He grasps your arms and pins them above your head. “She’s teaching you a valuable skill. Don’t you wanna learn? Hmm?”

Tears continue to prick at your eyes when Sheila withdraws her hand and inserts one of the dildoes from her collection, followed by her carefully pressing in her strap-on.

With your teeth clenched, you squeal, unable to handle the stretch. “Com’on, stretch you slut. How are you going to please your husband if you can’t take a couple of dildoes?”

You pant, looking up at Sukuna who’s drooling, looking down on you with a fever you’ve never seen before. Damn Sheila for being right. He does want this. He loves it. And he loves watching someone else fuck you. You never thought this would be a fantasy of his. He’s so possessive. but right now, he’s just letting this happen to you. 

“Does my princess want to make me happy?” you silently nod at him, “Then do what she says, and take it.”

You whine as you realize there will be no mercy on the table for you tonight. Sheila continues pressing in as you deeply inhale trying to relax your muscles. Once the strap-on is fully inside of you, sandwiched in with the dildo, she begins to stroke, taking her time and allowing you to adjust. She seems to have more sympathy for you learning this trick. Slowly gliding back and forth, easing in and out of your velvet walls. 

Sukuna’s grip on your wrists tightens, his black nails biting into your skin and making you wince. “Be a good little whore now. I don’t want to hear any complaints from you.” she shushes. Your breaths are heavy and controlled, trying to manage the balance between staying calm and succumbing to your need to orgasm. 

Before she begins to stroke at a normal pace, she reaches over and grabs another plug from her assortment. This one is slightly smaller and made of black silicone. She pops it into your mouth like a binky before ripping it out and shoving it into your loose back door. 

A new wave of goosebumps span over your chest and arms, stiffening your nipples in their wake. Your back arches and now you know what it’s like to be truly stuffed. “That’s more like it” she says with an evil twist.

Sheila's lesson is far rougher than how she learned but her mission is to demonstrate that you're not sufficient for her King. Yet, even she can’t help but get turned on by your determined innocence. You look so hot, wincing and crying. Your pathetic tears create a fever in her almost as strong as the one she sees in Sukuna. With a mean slap to your bud she begins to thrust and you scream once more. 

“Please, it’s too much! Please!”

“Shut it! I’ll hear none of this. If you can’t handle it, you’re not suited to marry him.”

Your teary eyes look up at the man above you. “She’s right, Princess. You need to practice or you’ll never be able to handle my true form.”

You sniffle and nod before he finally frees his raging length. It has been straining against his pants this entire time, fighting to make an appearance. His body dying to plunge into you instead of those plastic sticks, but now he shoves it down your whiny throat. 

Every hole is filled. You’re stuffed at both ends with no way to free yourself. Both Sheila and Sukuna piston into you, making you tense and gag. You try to scream but the vibrations exhilorate Sukuna. 

He stills in your mouth and motions to Sheila, “Give it here. I want to test her.”

Knowing better than to argue, she pulls out of your now gaping hole and passes over the cock ring Sukuna was gesturing at. He flips you like a rag doll, not bothering to change his position on the bed, and angles both tips into your front slit, as Sheila had done. 

You cry out, “Ah, hah, ah, ah!” alternating between gasps and yoga breaths, trying hard to regulate your oxygen intake. 

“You can do it, baby. You were made for me. You’ll see. You’ll come to love this.”  

You’re eyes, locked on him, relax as he begins to pull in and out, establishing a rhythm. You sink into the sensation when Sheila hovers over you. She reaches down and begins to lick your prominent nerve bundle with a pointed tongue.

You clamp around Sukuna when she pulls back, “Remember miss, he’s going to have a mouth here that likes to feast while he’s inside of you. It’s all part of the lesson.” 

She resumes sucking on your clit, lifting the hood with her tounge and grazing it with her teeth. You squirm but she shuts it down by sitting on your face. She grinds into you, till you capture her nerve bundle between your lips. Then she rocks on you slow and smooth. You let go, needing to breathe but when you do, she bites down on your own bundle. You yell and cry. 

“All part of the lesson.” she chides again as she rubs into you. You resume eating her, and she settles her knees on either side of your head, lifting up slightly so you can breathe through your nose. Getting situated, she locks eyes with Lord Sukuna and pulls back on your clit till it slips between her teeth. Your fluids decorate her face, dripping from her chin. His eyes zero in on her lips, admiring the sheen made by your arousal.

Sheila seizes the moment and leans in to capture Sukuna in a kiss. He pulls away and slaps her across the face. Sheila recoils, falling off of you and cupping her cheek. You sit up, propped on your elbows. 

Looking dazed and fucked out your eyes lazily scan between the two of them. “Don’t get greedy, slut. I invited you for a lesson, not for a threesome.”

Sukuna’s attention resumes it’s focus on you, his eyes feasting on the image of you. He can’t wait till your wedding night. He’s going to ravage you and then some. Leave you destroyed so no other man can have you, ever. You'll be his in every way. 

While Sukuna’s busy drinking you in and chasing his orgasm inside your overstretched walls, Sheila is next to him reeling. He should want her but he pushed her away. She’s better at this than you; what makes you so special? Her resentment builds and all she wants to do is take it out on you. No problem.

Sheila slips back into the strap-on and beats your face with it till your mouth opens up. You take it between your teeth and swallow as she pushes the length all the way down your throat. With Sukuna’s rising pace, she thrusts to match, bruising your vocal cords and cutting off your air supply. Then she begins slapping your breasts the way she knows Sukuna likes to. It’s a lesson, right? He’ll allow her to be this rough cause he knows he’ll be even worse.

Her frustration jabs at your windpipe, ensuring you’ll be horse when you try to speak tomorrow. You yell around her, orgasming from the way Sukuna is beating into your cunt. As you scream, Sheila pinches your clit and shakes it, making you spasm and shake. 

You cum hard, a creamy ring drenching the base of Sukuna’s thick cock. Her cock. The cock she was supposed to have. Her furry is marked as passion. She’s just fucking you good, the way Sukuna would, but it brings her satisfaction to cause you pain. She likes hearing you choke and watching the way your throat bobs up and down from her strap-on. 

Sukuna’s pace matches hers, pounding into you so that your entire body shifts up the mattress. Sheila leans forward, resting her hand on your neck and chokes you. Her strap-on hitting the spot where she closes your throat and smiles as your face turns purple. 

A second intense orgasm rockes your entire frame and this time Sukuna bursts with you. She squeezes your neck harder when Sukuna pushes her out of the way, replacing her fake dick with his real one and milking his shaft in your throat. 

You collapse and are dazed, unsure which way is up or down. You can’t even think words let alone form them, so Sukuna does what any caring man would do, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, leaving Sheila behind. 

“Girl, you’re dismissed. But leave your toys behind. We’ll be needing them for later.”

Sheila bows to Sukuna’s back, “Yes my King.” she calls but inside she’s seething. 

It’s wrong, it’s all wrong. You’ve stolen him from her and she’s going to get him back. She doesn’t care what he may think right now, you’re nothing compared to her. Nothing. 

But on the other side of the bathroom door Sukuna is looking down on you, beaming with pride. Fist you conquered Jujutsu, catching his eye and piquing his interest, and now you’re conquering him. What a surprising little doll you are. A doll he’s going to tear into at least two more times tonight…you just don’t know it yet.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XIV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, role play, spanking, fingering, unprotected penetration.

Summary: You come home to find Sukuna waiting for you with a special gift. Afterwards, you fight and find out that you have to listen to the one person you want gone.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 15

“I’m back!” you call at the front entrance as you take off your shoes and tuck them away. Ainu carries her shoes and her bag of new clothes in her hand as she heads to the East Wing of the house, wandering over to meet Kazuo in their shared home. 

As the silence of the house greets you, your feet pad over to the Southern part of the house, looking for the man you desperately need to see. Though you are extremely hungry, having only purchased clothes instead of a meal during your escapade, you are more anxious to see Sukuna than you are hungry. 

“Hey doll.” That all too charming face greets you when you pass the threshold of Sukuna’s room. 

“Ryo” the relief in your voice as you breathe his name is addicting. He closes his eyes and hums, feeling his member stiffen while your smile illuminates the otherwise dim room. 

“I see you got new clothes.” 

“I picked up a few things.”

“How soon do I get to see them on you?”

“You’ll have to wait your turn.”

“My turn? I’m the first and only person in line for this ride, sweetie.” he barks with a punishing grip of your hips. After a twinge of pain you elaborate. “Yes, your turn. Next time I change I’ll show you.”

“Looks like you’re changing right now cause I actually have an outfit you need to try on.”

“Oh? You got me clothes?”

“I got you a uniform.”

“A uniform? Are you putting me to work?”

“Strip. Now.” He demands, completely disregarding your question. 

You peel off your layers one by one, removing your trench coat, dropping your skater skirt, pulling off your sweater, and rolling down your tights.

“Underwear too, Princess. Then put this on.”

Bewildered, you remove your undergarments, letting them heap in a pile of fabric by your feet. You wonder what job he has for you that requires you to go commando and you further question what Urimae would think since she’s the one who told you to start acting more like a queen. What will she say when she sees Sukuna has forced you to become part of the help?

After an approving growl at your nakedness, you take the uniform into your custody, your fingers gripping the fine silk of a small kimono. When you don the cloak, you realize it barely covers you. Your rear is only a short hem away from being completely exposed and your chest is barely covered, the entire outfit is like a slutty version of the actual house uniform. 

Your eyes widen at him, surprised he’s going to force you to be so exposed in front of the entire estate. 

Four red pupils drink you in, their gaze hungry and proud. You look gorgeous, like a damn fantasy. He steps forward and hands you a dust rag, “Get to work.”

“Now?” You pupils dilate with disbelief.

He grabs you by your jaw and pulls you forward. “Are you talking back to your king?”

At a loss, you concede, lowering your gaze and murmuring, “No, my king.”

“Good. I want you to start in here.” His words rumbled out, smooth like brandy. 

One glance behind you, and a few steps away, you pace over to the nearby bookcase. Pressing your rag against the wood at the base of the books’ spines and dragging it across the shelf, you’re lost as your clean, confused why he is making you do this. What changed while you were gone?

As you wipe the surface clean, you sense Sukuna crowding you from behind. With a sharp inhale, you feel his hand rest on the side of your thigh. 

“Concentrate sweet princess, you don’t want to miss a spot.”

You continue to clean, trying to ignore the way his fingers slip up under your kimono and grab at your hips. He tugs you into his pelvis and your back bumps into his chest. The tight muscles beneath his black robe threaten to unravel you when he slaps your behind with a sharp, piercing blow. 

You cry out in pain when he scolds you for not focusing on your duties. You continue your assignment, whimpering each time he decides to reprimand you for your spotty workmanship. The brightening color of your backside is visible where the hem of your new uniform ends and is made even more prominent when you bend down to reach the lower shelves. 

Sukuna uses your new position to take advantage of your exposed center. He swats at your folds causing you to shoot up, standing straight with another pathetic yelp of pain. 

“Did I say you could stop? Keep cleaning.”

You bend down again just for him to plunge his fingers into your seam. He toys with the entrance, making slick spill from your heat as his fingers scissor you open. 

You lean away from him, trying to reach the last spot on the shelf when he loops his arm around your hips and drags you to the bed, throwing you down and pushing your ankles above your head.

“Pulling away from me. I’m not done here. Not by a long shot.”

You wiggle in his hold, mentally trying to catch up with the realization this is some kind of role play. His fingers plung in, stroking against the front of your canal, hooking forward and milking you to you feel the need to pee. 

“No, please, don’t!”

Ryomen swats your clit, making you scream but sending a bolt of satisfaction up to your swirling brain. Then he stuffs his digits back in, adding a third and burying them all the way to the third knuckle. 

You writhe in his hold, his hand releasing your ankles and grappling at your neck. Your kimono loosens and your chest spills out, leaving your breasts exposed as the bottom of your robe is lifted up above your hips by Sukuna’s actions. He chokes you as you kick your legs to the sides, feeling the oncoming burst that’s about to soak the entire bed. 

You squeal, the tension building with each aggressive stroke of your insides. You’re ready to burst when the coil releases and a shower of fluids spurts out of you. 

“That’s it you filthy wench. Keep makin a mess and I’ll have you scrubbing my sheets and my floor for the rest of your life.”

Sukuna flips you onto your knees and wastes no time slamming into you from behind. You scream, the entry hard and unexpected, but he keeps pounding, thundering into you without mercy. He’s made rabid from being inside of you. Consumed by how good you feel wrapped around him like you’re holding on for dear life. 

Tears prick your eyes as you cry out, the pleasurable pain overwhelming you and forcing out another intense orgasm. You heave as you try to calm yourself, your body twisted in agony while your kimono is torn at the seams from his rough play.

“Kuna…” you weeze out, hoping he hears you, “I can’t… s’too much.”

“You can and you will my sweet princess.”

Reckless abandon barely scratches the surface of how hard he’s thrusting into you. You’re unable to steady yourself, getting fucked into the mattress at a terrifying pace but gods after the day you’ve had, does it feel good. You try and fail multiple times to turn around and reach for him. After a few attempts he flips you onto your back and lunges down to kiss you. 

You steal his lips and press into them, they’re pillowy soft, unnatural for a curse but. comforting. Even as he assaults your center with his wild cadence, you melt into him, your torn kimono falling away and leaving your body exposed to him. 

His perfect fantasy came to life and just as you always do, your innocence and adoration execute it perfectly, leaving him both ravenous and satisfied. Ryoman cradles you in his arms, his hips finally slowing down as his softer affection begins to take rein over his body. 

“Ryo” you call as his pelvis settles, allowing you to catch your breath. He loves how his name sounds on your tongue. He loves it so much that he reaches for another kiss, slipping in between your lips to explore the pink muscle that speaks his moniker with such beauty even he can’t help but admire it. 

You’re perfect. You always have been, ever since the day he met you. All he wanted was for you to worship him but secretly he finds himself worshiping you far more. His hips roll into yours, languid and smooth, causing you to pant once your lips part.  “Kuna” you hum.

“Yes doll?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I knew I loved you from the moment I saw you.”

You moan, feeling how his member grows fatter in you with his words. Your back arches into him before he lifts your legs and pins your knees down on either side of your chest, folding you and sliding in deep. He can’t wait till he’s in his true form. The things he’ll do to you in this position once he’s whole. 

His strokes become unsteady losing pace as he feels his seed shoot through his shaft and spring into your belly. With each punctuated thrust you close around his weeping appendage, milking him with your flesh, needing every drop like it is your lifeline. 

Masculine goans of satisfaction breathe into your ear, making you clench. When he’s done he gently kisses your forehead and gets up to grab a washcloth. 

As he trots back over you ask what inspired his little roleplay today. It was obvisouly premeditated as indicated by the skimpy uniform. 

“The uniform is what my concubines in the past were ordered to wear, as for the cleaning bit, that was plucked from a maiden’s fumble a few days ago.”

“A maiden’s fumble? What do you mean by fumble?”

“She was issued the wrong uniform and stupidly cleaned my office in it. Dumb girl.”

His answer makes you squirm. 

“And this was a few days ago?”

“Mhm” he hums while his finger traces your jaw bone 

“Where was I?”

“You were out with Gojo.”

“So while I was out of town, a maid nearly flashed you with her coochie and you liked it so much you wanted to relive that moment with me?”

Sukuna sigh’s annoyed by your response, “Humans, always twisting things. What, you’re upset with me now?”

“Yeah, a little.” You say in a high pitched, unconvincing voice because yes, you’re definitely upset. Between the situation and his disparaging remarks about humans, he’s starting to sound like the villain people make him out to be.

“I’m not apologizing for a girl acting like a fool around me.”

“Wait, is there more? I mean wearing a uniform that doesn’t match the rest of the staff’s is obviously intentional, but is there something else?”

Sukuna’s face gets heated. He’s not used to being grilled like this and it’s usually him that’s angry. While he loves your new found fire, he hates that it’s directed at him. Even worse, how could you tell there is more to it? He sighs again.

“She came down to the dungeons while you were out today.”

Your eyes well with tears. No one is allowed in the dungeons; everyone knows that. There’s no way this is a mistake. 

“And is she still here?”

“No, I didn’t kill her.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not asking if you killed her. I’m just saying that twice this girl waited till I was gone to come visit you, once in a revealing outfit. What’s worse is hours or possibly minutes later, you have sex with me. Sex that was inspired by her! So yeah, her being at the estate is kind of a problem. It makes me feel like the only thing standing between you and cheating is your mood.”

Sukuna growls, angry at your accusations. “Just cause some wannabe whore is trying to sleep with me doesn’t mean I’m going to entertain it. I told that little wench to stop disrespecting you by taking a go at me. Now I’m here telling you about it. Look at me when I tell you this,” Sukuna’s eyes squint as his finger lifts your chin. “Don’t you dare disrespect me and my feelings towards you.”

Your heart pounds assured and validated. “Okay, baby.” you whisper, feeling relieved and a little ashamed.

Sukuna grabs your hand, stroking the back of it. “And if it makes you feel better, we can dismiss all the girls who were bred for my harem. We have plenty of staff for the other responsibilities.”

A light bulb blings in your head. “Harem?” you bring your finger to your chin, “Did this wanna be wench have brown hair?”

“She did.”

“Sheila…”

“You know her name. So this isn’t the first time she’s disrespected you.” Sukuna’s laugh sounds more like a bark. “Sounds like I should’ve killed her.”

“I…” you feel even more shame, “She kept going on and on about how you’d like her better than me.” you lower your head. “ I told her to go ahead and take her shot.”

“You told a girl to come on to me and then got mad at me for a girl coming on to me. Humans…”

“I’m sorry. I was rash.”

“Well, then as an apology, you’ll study under this Sheila.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, doll. She has knowledge that I want you to have. Especially before I take my true form.”

“What could be so different about your true form that I need training?”

Sukuna darkly chuckles at that. He can’t wait to stuff you once he’s whole. Frustrated by his response you scowl and fold your arms. 

“Fine, I’ll do ‘Sheila lessons’, happy?”

“Yes”

“But I’m not asking her. “

“Don’t worry, I already did.”

“Before I consented?!”

Sukuna gets up continuing to laugh. “You never had a choice, Princess. You were gonna do them regardless.”

Left behind on the bed, you purse your lips, angry that you’re going to have to be up close and personal with Sheila. What’s worse is you’ll have to look at her smug face when she teaches you how to have sex with your fiance even when she’s never laid a hand on him. 

“Well this sucks.” you say aloud to the empty room.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 15

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Escape with the Cursed King XIII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, sexual harassment

Summary: Gojo is starting to crack when it comes to you and this entire situation, you go to meet two more vessel candidates and Sheila is not done trying to steal your man.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 3.2k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 14

Tossing his keys on the credenza by the front door, Gojo gets home late from his journey with you. These outings are always a whole day’s travel but finding a new vessel… this is going to make a huge dent in his schedule. It’s to save Yuji though. He might not be able to do anything to save you from this marriage that you seem hell bent on, but he can at least rescue his star pupil from the clutches of evil. 

Exhausted, he collapses on his couch and lays his head back on the upholstery, thinking about how he’s going to justify all this time away from the classroom. He cards both hands though his silver strands brainstorming on what to do when a light knock is heard at his front door. Getting up to answer, Gojo twists the knob to find a determined Megumi on the other side. 

“Evening Megumi” he says flatly, not having the energy to entertain whatever agenda the boy has for this visit.

“Gojo.” he states as he walks past his guardian on his way into Saturo’s apartment.

“What brings you by?”

“I want to know what you’ve been doing on all these outings you’ve been taking. Especially on Tuesdays.”

“That’s for me to know.”

“Look, I know the professor wasn’t abducted. I was there to help you cover it up, remember?” Silence fills the space between them. There’s a small stand off for information on your whereabouts and Gojo isn’t about to give you up so easily. “You’ve found them, haven’t you? That’s why you’re gone every Tuesday.”

Gojo still refuses to respond. He knows he can trust Megumi, he did raise the boy after all, but still, he’s just a kid. Someone could influence him to give you up.

“I know everyone thinks you spend your coffee dates looking for her. Everyone knows how you feel. They believe you haven’t given up hope on finding her when the rest of the world did, but I know you better than them. If you hadn’t found her yet, you’d have quit your job and wouldn’t have returned to JJU till she was by your side. You wouldn’t save your searches for one day a week. Admit it, you found her and you see her every Tuesday like you used to when she was here.”

Still Gojo stands there in silence.

“Tell me I’m right!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Megumi.” he deadpans.

“I think I’m right and you don’t trust me even though I haven’t told anyone about what we found the day they went missing. Not even Kugisaki knows.”

“I trust you Megumi.”

“Yet you lie to me. psh” The anger on his face swallows his features whole. He turns to leave and reaches the door before he stops, turning to look over his shoulder. “Just tell me, are they okay?”

Gojo’s jaw clenches but his features remain blank.

“I see. Well then, just pass along a message for me. Tell them they’re missed and to keep lying low. It’s still not safe for them and the suspicions of Lord Sukuna’s criminal behavior are at an all time high. The sorcerers are out for blood, let’s make sure it’s not theirs that’s shed” 

Gojo makes the tiniest of nods before Megumi continues to leave his apartment. It hurts him to be in this alone but he can’t risk anything, not till Yuji can get home safely. Once he’s no longer a vessel, he’ll be free and there will be no reason to execute him.

You on the other hand…once they find out you’re Sukuna's wife, you’ll never be safe.

“Gojo!” You bound up to him swinging your arms around his torso. The scent of vanilla hits his senses and he can’t help but soften in your hold.

“Hiya, Sunshine.” 

He smiles to himself as he hugs you back. He would move mountains if you would return to him. You feel so perfect in his arms, like you’re made for him. You must be; he knows it. If only you would see it too. In a world without Ryomen Sukuna you’d be engaged to him, not some geezer. Why does a centuries-old monster have to steal his girl? In the warmth of your embrace his stomach starts to knot and his grip on you tightens. 

“Gojo, are you okay?”

Catching himself, Gojo releases the embrace, quickly clearing his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine, just spaced out for a moment is all.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes. You’re not convinced by his half hearted excuse and he can tell. Trying to brush it off, you focus on the next destination. 

Today you’re meeting with two vessel candidates. Both of them are from the same village and seem to be in some kind of club that admires Sukuna. You thought about meeting them separately, in case you want to offer one of them the gig but, Gojo pointed out that they know each other so it might seem suspicious to meet them individually. He also assured you that if they were to attack you, he can easily handle two men, heavenly pact or not. 

This time Ainu seems more at ease with the public transportation and looks very stylish in the clothes you let her borrow. At the end of this trip you are going to go shopping since Sukuna has made a pretty large dent in your wardrobe with his passionate removal of some of your favorite pieces.

You want to make this errand with Ainu since she also needs some modern clothes that will let her blend in more. If you draw too much attention, these outings could become risky if the right curses or sorcerers get wind of who you are and what you’re doing. 

On the bus for a few more stops, you make it to a cute bubble tea shop. The shelves next to the register are lined with rows and rows of treats. So many baked goods that you struggle to chose which one you want. 

“Just pick one Sunshine, it’s a cookie, not a boyfriend. Perhaps if you put this much effort into your love life you wouldn’t be dating a monster.”

You stand up straight, glaring daggers at Gojo. “What’s your problem?” you hiss. 

Saturo can’t believe he just said that. All his internal thoughts brewing in his head just blurted out over a little indecision on your part. “I- I’m so sorry.”

“Do you have an issue with me marrying Sukuna?”

“Of course I do, Sweets. Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel about you. Did you really think I was happy to hear you were getting married at all, let alone to the frickin king of curses?”

You did indeed know how he felt but it hurt to hear it out loud. Instantly regretting your earlier defensiveness you ask, “Do you hate me?”

“How can I?”

Your glassy eyes stare up at him and his heart twists. How dare you look at him like this. You trample over his feelings and look to him for comfort. Your talons have sunk deep into him. He forces himself to look away. Another second and his head might roll off his neck.

You deflate feeling both anger and hurt. This is your best friend. What are you going to do if he lets his feelings get in the way of that?

“Uh, guys?” Ainu calls, “I think they’re here.”

Back at the estate Sukuna resumes his chores in the dungeon. After his fun with you down here the other day, he never finished cleaning the blood off the walls. Even though he had plenty of servants who could do this for him, he didn’t trust them down here with the prisoners. Slowly over the past few months he’s been collecting curses and cursed matter for his binding ceremony. Only Uraume is allowed down here as they have been contributing to the collection and preparing the curses for the bathwater. 

It’s a long and tedious process, one that will come to fruition soon as your hunt for a voluntary vessel finishes. That notion makes him laugh. Yugi was a voluntary vessel. He swallowed the finger all on his own. Sukuna didn’t coax him one bit, so how is he a victim? But he didn’t want you to lose your friend and he wanted to start off his marriage on a good note. 

At Sukuna’s core, he’s always been self serving. To feel the compulsion to care about someone else’s feelings doesn’t suit him but when it comes to you, he can’t help it. He wants you, all the time. To be away from you bothers him. To have Saturo alone with you bothers him more. But he knows the fool won’t do anything against your will and if you cheat on him...he'll make you watch him kill Saturo before killing you too.

The hairs on his body stand on end at the thought. The darkness that you hold at bay lurks in the shadows, ready to regain control over him. He’s never had to rein it in before, but you somehow cast light upon his darkness and you chase it away with only a smile. He’ll never understand the impact you have on him. It confuses him, but rather than try to solve the cypher, he does what he always does…whatever he wants. And right now, whatever he wants, includes making you happy. 

Hem hem… 

Sukuna’s ears perk at the sound of a woman clearing her throat. Who would dare enter the dungeons without permission? As he lifts his head, he sees that same maid from before, this time with a longer kimono but the ties still loose enough to reveal her ample bosom. 

“Excuse me, my Lord. Do you need help down here?”

“Servants aren’t allowed down here.”

“I’m sorry, no one told me.”

“Unlikely. Are you looking to end up in one of these cells?”

She lowers her head but steps forward so Sukuna is towering over her, his face forced to look at her cleavage when she raises her round eyes to look at him.

“Only if you desire it, my Lord.”

Sukuna has flashbacks to a concubine he once deemed his favorite. She went on to have children by a devout servant, her daughters bred for generations. When one of them came of age, they replaced their mother in his horde of maidens. He craved them. Each one a near clone of their mother, his most favored. This one is surely her descendent. She’s probably been taught the things he likes in bed and by the way she’s daring to ghost his abdominals with her touch, she wants to reenact the things he used to do to the women who taught her these tricks.

His fingers trace her jaw as he looks down at her affectionately. She mewls at his touch, leaning into it, feeling a tingling sensation over her arms and across her chess, spreading to her nipples. He’s touching her. Sheila’s purpose is finally manifesting. She is going to be queen. 

She licks her lips, gazing up at Sukuna. Her hands run up his arms and too his neck, her thumbs trailing and digging into the skin like a masseuse tracing his muscles. They circle at his nape and she pulls him down as she lifts on her tip toes, reaching her lips to his. 

At the bubble tea shop you interview the two men who happen to be close friends. They laughed when they first talked to each other about you. Some repeating joke that you must be interested in a threesome. You nervously cross your legs and tuck your hair behind your ear. 

“No, not quite.” you fake laugh, “I was just interested in your heavenly pacts.” 

“Oh!” the one exclaims half in surprise, half in disappointment. “You were serious about that?”

“Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t seem like you were from around here.”

“There aren’t many people who have them so I was willing to travel a little.”

“You sure peach?” the other guy interjects. “A pretty little thing like  you traveling the country to meet men with super powers seems a little suspicious. You looking for someone with special capabilities to breed you?”

Your face pales in shock at how blunt the men are. You’re not sure they’d ever let you get to the point, even if you did decide to use one of them, would they stop talking long enough to let you ask? 

“Com’on bro, you don’t have to be so vulgar.” the first one says, “Look at her, she’s just an innocent little thing. Though, we can change that if you like.”

You take a sip of your tea feeling heated. If Sukuna were here right now, he’d kill them, however, you don’t see them saying no to marrying you if they’re being this straight forward about their intention to bed you. 

“I-” you stammer but your words fail you. You’ve never been hit on like this and you’re not sure how to get the conversation back on track. They keep piling on, one after the other, each comment more sexual than the last.

“You sure you don’t want us to take you home and pin you down? We’d be good to that pretty mouth and I bet what’s between your legs would love the company.”

“I-” completely flustered your eyes widen as one of them stands up to move closer to you.

Gojo is on the cusp of losing his temper. These men have no decency and no respect. He’d kill them before he let them become the vessel. The body who is used to house your future husband will respect you. That isn’t up for debate. 

“Gojo…” Ainu whispers, “please, contain yourself, your crushing your cup.”

Saturo’s eyes snap up to Ainu's and he releases the plastic, crinkling in his hand. He stands up subtly and glides over to you. “There you are Sweetheart!” he sings as he comes up behind you, kissing you on the cheek and fully cutting off the man about to make a move on you. 

You turn to him bewildered, clearly at a loss for words but to a random onlooker, you appear to have been caught on the cusp of cheating. 

“Sweetheart?” the other man said. “Ayo, miss, you got a man?”

“I- yes!” you say as your hand shoots out to grab Saturo’s. “Yes this is my-”

“Husband.” Gojo interjects. 

You stare at him and he stares back at you with a pointed look before smiling and turning towards the not-so-gentlemen. “Sorry, my wife bothered you. She’s always doing this. Obsessed with the supernatural.” he rolls his eyes as if he’s not one of the most powerful wielders of cursed energy to walk the earth. 

“It’s not supernatural, it’s real!” you play along, following the same skit as last time.

The two men look at each other before looking back at you. “You travelled all the way out here without telling your husband?”

“I’ve chased her all over the country. You wouldn’t believe the places I’ve gone to.” Gojo continues, playing the part of the kind and exhausted husband so well you could almost believe it was the truth. “I have a tracker in her phone cause of it. Come now, lets leave the nice men alone.”

“But they didn’t tell me anything about their heavenly pacts yet!”

“Stop it with this nonsense, please. There are no such things.” Gojo pulls on your arm gently, signaling it’s time to go. You continue to pretend to resist but get up and stagger behind him. 

“Hey Peach!” you hear one of the men call. You look over your shoulder and one of them lifts the counter hosting the baked goods over their head with one hand, displaying his heavenly gift. “Call me!”

You quickly close your mouth, realizing it had fallen open before facing forward and huddling next to Gojo who’s eyes were combing the street looking for Ainu. 

“Well that was a disaster.” you vent.

“I should go back there and beat them till they can’t speak.”

“Saturo, you’re not actually my husband you know. You don’t have to defend my honor.” 

Gojo’s heart cracks at your words. “Any man disrespecting a woman like that should be taught a lesson. You obviously were uncomfortable and they descended on you like vultures, feeding off of your fear.”

You stayed silent. Gojo had been on edge all day and you weren’t in the mood to fight. You were just glad to be away from those jerks. 

“You need to be better at acting Sweets. What good is all your power if you can’t deceive the enemy long enough to get in position to strike?”

“I’m not a good liar.” you pout. 

“Oh believe me, I know. It’s one of the things I love about you.” Your heart catches in your throat. He just said he loves you. “But can you at least act? I can’t keep rescuing you every time the situation gets dicey.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll work on it.”

“Get your villain of a fiancé to help you. He’s an evil mastermind. Surely he has some tips for you.”

You huff at his words and what he thinks about Sukuna. You understand where it comes from but it doesn’t make it any easier to hear. He loves you and has always treated you with respect. It bothers you to hear Gojo say such things, but after today, you can’t wait to go home and be with Sukena. Someone who might be just as dangerous as those men, but who puts you above the the world. There is not a single person who could stand in the way of you being happy together.

As Sheila’s face inches closer to Sukuna, she closes her eyes, lips parted, tongue forward, ready to infiltrate his mouth. Instead, Sukuna’s forehead rests against hers. He sniffs her, taking a deep breath, filling his nose with her scent, and staggers with her towards the open cell. 

Heat tingles between Sheila’s legs. It’s happening.

Sukena pushes her against the wall, her back arching out to press her chest into his. He crowds her before his breath brushes the shell of her ear. His soft lips whisper, “If you ever try to disrespect my fiancé again, I will throw you out.”

He withdraws his face, looking down on her with anger. An adorable disappointed pout meets his four red eyes. He can tell she’s upset and it’s extremely appealing. That face is the same one that found the others tossed in his bed, clothes torn to shreds. But it won’t work on him this time. There is a different face he’d rather see. 

“You.”

“Yes, my King.”

The way she changed how she addressed him, she's good at the art of seduction, which is why he makes his next request., “teach my queen everything she needs to know about how to pleasure me.”

A wicked smile twists her lips, “Is she not doing an adequate job? Many kings have maidens to alleviate that.”

“Watch it woman.” his tone is sharp and unforgiving. “Just because I favored your great grandmothers doesn’t mean I favor you. You were trained on how to please me, I think it’s only fair that my future wife gains that same insight.”

Sheila’s expression is calculated. He knew there is something more but he doesn't have time for it. He releases her and walks to the door, closing it as he steps out. “If you need to think about it, you can stay here till you’ve reached your decision.”

“I’ll do it!” she calls, feeling panic at the sight of the closing iron door. 

“Smart girl. It’s better not to make your King wait. Now scram. If you come down here again, next time you won't leave.” 

Sheila nods her head and turns to go up the stairs. She sways her hips to accentuate her retreating figure, faking confidence but positive that there’s still a way for her to win this. There has to be. She will be his queen.

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Toji as Your Ex Husband

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji sees you at the park with your kid while he was on a job and becomes obsessed with seducing you into weekly quickies in the back of his car

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, toy usage, unprotected sex, anal play, cum feeding

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!!

Ex Husband Toji who you only thought of twice as you got ready for your Valentine’s Day date. Your shimmering baby pink dress looks adorable against your skin complexion. Paired with black leather high heel boots and a leather choker, you skate the line between edgy and classy in a most seductive way.

Ex Husband Toji who you continue to push out of your mind as you finish fluffing your brows and running one last coat of mascara over your lashes. Proud of the way you look, once you stand up straight and really observe the end result, you can’t help but post a selfie of how cute your blind date look came together.

Ex Husband Toji who blows up your phone with four missed calls and eight text messages as you enter your uber, heading off to your date

You’re going on a date? Since when are you seeing someone?

What’s his name?

Don’t ignore me. Name. Now.

We’re really playing this game, huh? 

I forbid you to go out tonight. My wife isn’t slutting herself out on Valentine’s Day.

If you don’t respond to me, I’m coming to get you.

Woman, respond to me or else.

You think this is funny? Let’s see who’s laughing once I come over. 

Ex Husband Toji who’s threats you ignore, knowing he no longer has any control over your life. The Zenin lad may still call himself by your last name but he has no right to continue to soil your family’s legacy with his dirty work. 

Ex Husband Toji who secretly enabled a tracking app on your phone so he doesn’t need you to respond to his text messages. He can confront your bratty behavior at the restaurant where he plans to teach you a lesson you won’t forget. He hops on his motorcycle and rides to your location, stalking through the crowds outside several restaurants till he’s on top of you. Eyes anxiously scouring the hordes of people, he uses his height as a vantage point till he sees you, his gorgeous ex wife who had no business being here unless it’s with him. 

Ex Husband Toji who’s heart stops when he sees you with another man. Sure he’s a pretty boy, but his muscles are just for show. He obviously can fight and doesn’t know anything about protecting you. This boy can’t provide for you the way he can. You don’t need this guy, you need someone like him. Anger and desperation brew in his gut and he marches over to where you sit, ready to make a scene. 

Ex Husband Toji who scares you when he pops up next to you, “Toji! What are you doing here?!” 

“Why are you mad at me? I’m the one who’s wife is on a date with a stranger on Valentine’s Day! How could you do this to me, baby?” 

“Baby?”

“Woah, wait” your date interjects, “You’re married?!”

“No!” 

“Yes!”

“We’re not married, Toji! You know as well as I that we got divorced last year. Let it go. Move on.”

“I’m not moving on. You’re my wife. Till death do we part.” Your pulse thunders in your neck as your anger rises.

“Look, I’m not trying to get in the middle of anything.” Your date says, with his hands raised. “I just wanted to meet a nice girl, I don’t have time for whatever this is.”

“No, wait!”

But your date didn’t listen, he took out his wallet and dropped a $50 on the table before staring at Toji’s mountainous figure in horror, and scurrying off to his sports car.

“Good, now that the trash has taken itself out, we need to talk”

“No we don't, Toji. Leave me alone. Haven’t you done enough this evening?” You stand up in fury, making to leave when he snatches your wrist.

Ex Husband Toji who grips you so tightly you feel your skin bruise. His desperation makes him forget his strength as he stares at you, trying to understand what he just witnessed. You were with another man. You dressed like this for someone else. His soul felt like it had been crushed, and just like that the anger returned.  “What you did tonight is unacceptable” he fumes, “apologize.”

“Are you insane?!”

“Apologize or I will bend you over right here and give you a spanking.”

You tug at your arm, trying to free your wrist from his clutches, but his grip is too strong. You begin to whine as you realize how useless your efforts are. With a sickening smirk Toji yanks you to him and lays you over his knees. “No Toji!” you shout but the hand gripping the back of your neck is unmoving. His muscles are so massive that even his forearm is difficult to grip as you struggle. The combined efforts of both of your hands are no match and before you can do anything to stop him, Toji is striking your backside for insubordination. 

Ex Husband Toji who has you yelping and shouting in the middle of a fancy restaurant on one of the busiest nights of the year, publicly shaming you for trying to move on, and for acting like a little slut. When he feels you still haven’t learned your lesson he lifts your skirt so your bottom is barren except for the thin fabric of your lace thong. The sight begins to make him drool but his fury rages on and his palm turns the flesh fuschia before the eyes of every patron dinning nearby. 

Ex Husband Toji who is tapped on the shoulder by the restaurant’s manager, demanding Toji leave or they’re calling the cops. Rounding his shoulders and cracking his neck, Toji stands up, holding you around the waist. When you try to walk away he grips you tightly and throws you over his shoulder. “Like hell, woman. You’re coming with me.”

Ex Husband Toji who carries you to his motorcycle with you protesting the entire way. It didn’t matter how much you kicked or how hard you punched his back, he set you down on the seat of his bike like you were a toy doll and sat behind you, caging you in to make sure you wouldn’t jump off. When he starts his bike he spins out towards your home and your gut fills with rocks, knowing nothing good is going to come from this. 

Ex Husband Toji who kicks open the side door of your home as he drags you inside still protesting. He doesn’t understand why you continue to resist him when there’s no point. “Stop Toji. I’m home, okay? I’m home, there’s no guy coming. You can leave now.”

“NO! I’m not leaving. I left you too many times. I can’t do it anymore.”

Something twitches in your abdomen, something like a tiny butterfly as you see one of the most gorgeous men on this planet’s face crack with sadness at the thought of leaving you. “No, Toji.” you say softer than before. “We don’t work. We tried and this doesn’t work.”

“I’ll make it work” he says as he comes closer, hands tracing up your forearms and biceps. “Please baby. I need you.”

“You don’t need me.” you whisper as you look down. “You could have any woman you wanted.”

“Not when that woman’s you.” he whispers back.

Ex Husband Toji who brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling you into a kiss. That twitch in your stomach erupts into full on butterflies and at the same time you’re kicking yourself for caving because this only ever leads to one thing…

Ex Husband Toji who tears off your dress before carrying you into the room and tossing you on the bed. You grapple at his shirt as he removes his belt, laying it on the bed before he lowers his pants, tossing them aside. Once naked, he pulls off your boots, one by one, kissing each leg as he does so. 

Ex Husband Toji who spreads your legs, cause he is the only man allowed to do so, licking and nipping your inner thighs while enjoying how you flinch from sensitivity. When his mouth finds your center he bites down on your bud, making you scream from both pain and pleasure. Your hands fly into his messy black locks, pulling him off and pushing him back into you, unable to decide what you want. His tongue flicks out of his mouth paying special attention to your nub before pointing and slotting into your center. Your head lolls back and you moan, the sound ringing in Toji’s ear like a an anthem. You grind your hips up into his mouth, fisting his hair and pushing his face into you. He won. He knew he would, but the victory is just as sweet, nonetheless. 

Ex Husband Toji who turns you into a needy puddle with his mouth before denying you your orgasm. Your upset whine brings a mischievous grin to his lips. “Not so fast, hun. We have some behavior to address.” Just as you register what he means, Toji reaches for his nearby belt and slips it around your neck, the end already threaded through the buckle. He yanks on the leather as he flips you onto your knees, letting it bite into your column. Your fingers try to slip into the loop, to release the pressure but it’s too tight. 

Ex Husband Toji who sinks his weighty girth into your dripping hole as he chokes you. “I knew a filthy slut like you would get wet from being treated like a bitch. You like your new leash? I hope so, cause you’ll be wearing it awhile.” He continues to berate you, his hips beginning to grind into you. 

His member throbs in your walls as he drags in and out of you, pushing in and retreating slowly. But it was too slow. Even though he had you drooling, you wanted more. You begin to throw your hips back and a dangerous chuckle fans your ear. “Oh, is that what you want? Okay baby. I can give you that.”

Ex Husband Toji who wraps the leather around his knuckles, tightening your leash before he pistons into you. His breathing labors and his lungs grunt. Your eyes flutter from the familiar sounds, it is all so dirty and erotic, you clench around him tighter, unable to hide your arousal. “That’s it baby. Just like that. Take this dick like the good little slut you are.” You cry out, feeling him tighten the belt again. You can barely breathe and it makes you so wet your fluids are dripping onto the bed. 

Ex Husband Toji who pounds into you, bouncing you off his pelvis as he spears your cute little cunt. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from oxygen deprivation while the most whorish sounds fill the room. He turned you into exactly what he wanted. His slut, serving him and only him. You feel like a slave to his passions. This is how he gets you every time. This is how you ended up marrying him. He fucked you till you said yes. 

Ex Husband Toji who spanks your already red rear as he hammers into you, reminding you of the naughty girl you’ve been, trying to give this pussy to another man. This is his pussy, and no one else is allowed to touch it. He’ll make sure you remember this lesson. Manipulating you with his belt, Toji whips you over to your back and folds you in half. He pushes your feet to your ears and raises his body so he can pummel down into your folds, making you scream from the intensity. You sound so beautiful when you’re like this, all mouth and no words. You try to form them, it’s not as if there’s a lack of effort, he just gets you so good you grow dumb on his length. 

Ex Husband Toji who pulls your face up to his by fisting your hair. Your eyes scrunch in pain but at the end of the day, you like it rough. If he were more prepared he would’ve brought the whip you like, but for now he’ll settle for his hands. He tugs your face to his lips so he can kiss you feverishly. You open your mouth obediently, waiting for him to spit in it before he dives his tongue in to dance with yours. 

Ex Husband Toji who loses his composure after the kiss, becoming more beast than man as he quickens his pace and pumps into you so hard that your entire bed is rockings, scooting inch by inch across the floor from how he chases his orgasm. He doesn’t even care if you cum because 1) you didn’t earn it and 2) he knows you're going to anyway. You have a habit of finishing at the same time he does so when your velvet interior flutters around him just as a prolonged scream released from your throat, it does the trick and his seed explodes inside of you, painting your cavern white and swimming into your cervix, looking to get you pregnant before you can come to your senses. 

Ex Husband Toji who pins you down, exerting his power over you for a few more minutes, while he can. He looks down on your glazed over eyes, savoring how he can wreck your body and praying his spend finds its way to your fallopian tubes to make a baby. He needs you to get pregnant so he never has to let you go.  

Ex Husband Toji who gets to spend the night because you passed out shortly after he finished. He gets up to go to the bathroom and grabs you a washcloth, cleaning up your legs before tucking you under the bed covers. When he’s done he slips between the sheets with you, and presses his body against yours, falling asleep immediately because for the first time in months he is home and he isn’t going anywhere. 

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Geto as Your Boss

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Geto x Single Mom F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, rough penetration, unprotected sex, spanking/slapping, inappropriate office relations

Word Count: 1.7k

Your Boss Suguru Geto who can’t believe his eyes when you enter the lobby for your interview and tell the receptionist that you’re here to see him.

Your Boss Suguru Geto whose interview had more personal questions than job-related ones cause he already knew he was going to hire you. He wasn't hiding his intentions well but how else is he going to ensure he can keep an eye on you and make sure no other men interfere with his plans?

Your Boss Suguru Geto who insisted on a hug when he offered you the job. His towering frame engulfed you as his arms circled around your back. The embrace stole your breath. He is so so so strong and you’re dazed by how he holds you. You don’t want to misunderstand what’s happening but you swear you feel something hard in his pants. You ignore it, assuming it’s his phone but deep down you know it isn’t.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who has you follow him around the entirety of your first week. You notice some of your new coworkers complain and give you side-eye each time Geto personally escorts you around. His obvious favoritism made plain when he walks around the bull pen or asks you to come to his office to show you something.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who pulls your chair closer to his while you observe how to pull up various transactions. He's showing you how to research consumer reports and though he might think he’s being helpful, his proximity is extremely distracting.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who notices how shallow your breathing becomes whenever he’s close to you. That’s why he insists on being nearby, to watch you struggle to regain your composure. You’re so dainty around him which doesn’t seem to be your normal mode of operation so he basks in the commanding effect he has on you.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who selects you for an intensive project, knowing full well that there will be many late nights and two business trips, allowing him to monopolize your time and prevent you from having a life outside of work.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who brings you into his office prior to the conference to brief you in case he gets pulled aside mid-meeting. He wants you to be able to take over for him cause you’re the only one he trusts enough to keep things on track…like he’s ever going to be forced out of a room you’re standing in.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who can’t stop staring at your ass when you’re bent over the table, pointing to one of the data sheets that’s proving your point. You’re so smart and he knows he should be paying attention to what you’re saying because it’s important but, seeing you bent over like this breaks the circuits in his mind as he struggles to be present in the meeting.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who caves and walks around the table ‘to get a better view of what you're talking about’ just so that he can graze your backside, leaving you gasping when you feel it again…the thing you convince yourself is his phone. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who books the plane tickets for your trip to the corporate office, paying extra money to assign seats, ensuring you’d be sitting next to him for hours in a cramped space. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who ‘makes a mistake’ and doesn’t book enough rooms for everyone, offering his suite as an apology. You tell him it’s okay and you can stay with one of the girls but he insists, saying his room is much nicer and you would feel more comfortable. You blush a bright shade of pink as you realize he’s making his move on you. He wants you and he’s going to keep manipulating the field until he makes you his. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who stares at you when you step out of the bathroom in your satin pajamas. Jaw slack as he soaks in the adorable vision you are when ready for bed. Pulling himself together he lifts his shirt over his head claiming “I hope you don’t mind. I usually sleep with my shirt off” before exposing his gorgeously toned body right in front of you. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who sees how flustered you get and pretends to think you’re sick, coming over to ‘check your temperature’ and make sure you’re okay. When you breathlessly look up at him, his hand slides from your forehead to the nape of your neck. Carding his fingers up into the base of your hairline, he closes his grip, securing you in his hold so he can consume you in a heated kiss.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who feels dizzy from how good you taste. Your adorable moans and tiny hands on his chest turn his member to stone. He is rock-hard for you and dying to spear you on his head. He grinds up against you to feel some kind of relief and, if you weren’t sure before, all suspicions of what you felt before are confirmed. There was never a phone in his pocket, he’s been anxious for you the same way you’ve been anxious for him.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who bends you over the desk in his hotel room the way you were bent over the table in the office that one day. He yanks down your pajama pants and exposes your center. He admires how pretty she looks, waiting to be parted and have someone slip inside. In fact, there's a collection of slick forming at the opening of your lips already. With one hand forcing your belly down on the desktop, the other swipes along your seam to collect the white cream. He brings it to his lips and gives it a taste. “My oh my, we’re a sweet little thing, aren’t we?”

Your Boss Suguru Geto who doesn’t waste time making you choke on his dick. He can do that later back in the office, right now he just wants you crying while wrapped around him so, he spits on your center and drags his tongue along the edge of your folds before lining himself up and slotting inside. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who throbs inside of you when he hears how you moan for him. You’re pretty little slit taking his entirety like a seasoned slut. He begins with languid strokes, coating himself in your secretions before allowing his inner animal to release. “Just remember, cutie, I like you. I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you, but I like you.”

Your Boss Suguru Geto who waits for your nervous and teary eyes to comprehend his warning before he commences ravaging you like a feral beast. He throws you around the room like you weigh nothing. One minute your back is against the wall, the next your face is in the carpet. Another minute you’re pinned against the door, the next he has you on one leg in the shower. Suguru flexes his enormous strength to finally do all the crazed things his sex addled brain has been dying to try for the last six months. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who slaps you as his pelvis pounds into your cunt. If it’s not your ass then it’s your face, if it’s not your face, then it’s your tits, and if it’s not your tits then it’s your sex. Something about how his heavy palm strikes your skin and turns it red makes you clench around him. You like to be his dainty colleague but you love to be his naughty whore who needs a good beating. Filthy moans fill the room each time his hand collides with your body. At one point you start begging for more, dying to have him hit you again as he fucks you into the carpet on the closet floor. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who’s has you both drunk on sex, so much so that neither of you notice the carpet burn on your knees and back. When he flips you onto all fours to take you from behind, he sees a trail of raw skin down your spine. He grins to himself and grasps your hair, pulling back hard, and hammering away at your core till you scream so loud you get a noise complaint. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who doesn’t get tired for hours. He can’t stop himself when it comes to you. He’s obsessed with his fantasies becoming reality. Your petite frame can hardly keep up with him and after nearly three hours you start to break. You’re exhausted and have had more orgasms than you can count. You’re sore, overstimulated, and a bruised/rug-burnt mess. Your breathing comes in heavy and the rise and fall of your chest is exaggerated by the glisten of sweat on your chest. You ask for mercy and beg for him to cum, that’s right, beg for him to cum.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who swears he’s died and gone to heaven when you start your pleas. He provokes you, coaxing you to beg harder. Soon you’re screaming for him to cum and when he moans from his impending climax a wire in your brain comes loose.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who wanted to pull out, he really did. He meant to but he just couldn’t. There wasn’t enough time, his seed spilled out too fast, so he went with it and pumped the entire load into you, spurred on by the idea of it leaking out of you all night and into tomorrow morning.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who won't apologize for not using a condom. After months of dreaming, there was no way he was going to allow a barrier between you and him. Even one as thin as latex. He wanted the full experience, and he didn’t care if that meant getting you pregnant. Hell, it’d be better if you did, cause then you’re stuck with him for life.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who won’t allow you to stand up and go clean yourself off. He insists that you lay down and ‘let it take,’ which you don’t understand the meaning of cause all the blood that should be in your brain relocated to the southern pole of your body. Instead, he gets up to grab you a warm cloth to wipe up the sweat, then he finds your satin scrunchie so you can tie up your hair.

Your Boss Suguru Geto who forces you to sleep naked with him, spooning up against your bruised back and mindlessly grinding up into you throughout the night. Come morning, you are forced to be picky about what you wear, finding it hard to hide all the damage he wreaked on your body the night before. 

Your Boss Suguru Geto who becomes your secret boyfriend, turning the rest of the business trip into one of the most erotic dates of your life and takes you in the airplane on the way home, making the most of your time together before you’re back in the office.

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Single Dad Toji

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji sees you at the park with your kid while he was on a job and becomes obsessed with seducing you into weekly quickies in the back of his car

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, toy usage, unprotected sex, anal play, cum feeding

Word Count: 1.9k

Single Dad Toji who spots you at the public park with your son while he was on a job. Your yoga pants perfectly hugging your hips, your ponytail poking through the back hole of your baseball cap. Your voice, sweet as candy when you call your son’s name. All of it distracting him from his mission.

Single Dad Toji who makes quick work of his assignment so he can circle back to the playground to find you. Only you’re gone. Not to worry, you’ll be back. You strike him as the kind of girl who has a routine, he’ll try again next week. 

Single Dad Toji who surprises Megumi with a visit, asking if he wants to go to the park and play. Excited, little six year old Fushiguro grabs his baseball mitt and hops in the car, ready to play catch and spend real time with his dad.

Single Dad Toji who is the picture-perfect father, hoping you’ll be around to see it. He plays catch, tag, even teaches Megumi a little about fighting. Then he spots you out of the corner of his eye. You’re back, this time in a different pair of yoga pants, your hair in a messy bun poking out the back of your cap, and a cropped shirt that his hands are dying to roam under. 

Single Dad Toji who clears his throat, “Megumi, you wanna head over to the playground now? Maybe join some of the other kids?” “Okay, Dad!” He watches Megumi’s little legs bolt toward the colorful structure as he shoves his hands in his pockets and strolls in your direction, ready to convince you to join him in his car while the kids are distracted.

Single Dad Toji who sits next to you. You weren’t paying attention at first but when his herculean figure sits down inches away from you, your eyes do a double take. He’s gorgeous. Is it even legal for him to be here? Don’t you have to be tired and ugly with a dad bod to bring your kid to the park? This guy looks like he just came from a weightlifting competition and he could pick you up with his pinky. 

Single Dad Toji who deeply murmurs, “Hey.” knowing he won’t have to say much more to win you over. You might be attractive but he can see you staring at him in his peripheral. The battle is won before it even begins. Your mesmerized face eventually manages to whisper ‘Hello” in response. “You come here often?” “Y-yeah, every week. You new to the area?” Knew it, you do keep a strict schedule. This will be entertaining. “You could say that. I don’t get out much.”

Single Dad Toji who smiles when you ask him, “Which one is yours?” He points out his son who’s his spitting image and pretends to not know which kid is yours. He’s just waiting for your name so he can do a thorough background check on you tonight. He wants to know everything. Who’s your kid’s father, how long you dated, are you married, divorced, where you work, Toji is nothing if not detailed when it comes to researching his prey and even if you don’t have a hit on your head, he's sure as hell hitting you from behind. 

Single Dad Toji who feels his chest swell when you ask the very question he’d been waiting for, “So where's Megumi’s mom?” He’s got you now. You’re in his snare and he’s not gonna let you go until he’s done toying with you, which you better believe won't be any time soon. 

Single Dad Toji who has you bobbing between his legs in the back seat of his SUV. The car spacious enough for you both, but cramped enough to keep you against him at all times. Your pretty mouth struggled to stretch around him and your throat is having an even harder time. However, that doesn’t stop him from grabbing you by your hair and shoving you down on him. You’re his little slut now, there’s no turning back. His hips buck up into your mouth as you gag and cough. Lewd wet sounds swirl through the silence making him twitch between your lips. As much as he wants to be inside of you, he’s enjoying his sadistic game. He could do this to you for hours but he doesn’t know how long he has till Megumi notices he’s missing. With that thought, he releases you but wipes the drool from your mouth all over your whore face before pulling you up on the seat so he can piledrive into you.

Single Dad Toji who has you moaning and screaming as he stretches you wide. You’d think after giving birth, this would be easier but you swear the doctor must’ve sewn you up to be like new cause you feel like a virgin as he pummels into you. His hips crash into your backside so hard it not only rocks you, leaving you unsteady, but it makes the whole car shake. Surely someone is gonna tap on the window to let you know how obvious you’re being. 

Single Dad Toji who makes you cum twice before he allows himself to release. He wants to get back to Megumi but he wants to see you again. He needs to feel how your pretty pink insides squeeze around him while you make demonic orgasming sounds. You’re sexy as hell and he hasn’t had nearly enough time to explore you yet. He finishes with harsh slaps to your ass, turning it bright red with his strength before he chokes your neck. He can feel how you quiver around him as his seed pumps into your hole, possibly creating a sibling for Megumi. 

Single Dad Toji who continues to hold you by the neck, still on his cock, while he puts his number in your phone. He whispers instructions into your ear to send him a photo of your soaked underwear when you get home. He wants to see his cum dripping out of you and making a mess of your panties. As he’s telling you this he pulls you up and dips two fingers in your cunt to scoop out some of his spend and shove it in your mouth. You hood your eyes and suck on the thick digits obediently, wishing he was inside you again. When he withdraws his fingers he gives you two light slaps on the cheek, “Good slut. Same time next week?”

Single Dad Toji who has you in the backseat of his car every week like clockwork. You're addicted to each other. All your mind thinks about is him and how he plays with you. You want him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone in your entire life. He knows your body and what makes you tick as if you’d been dating for a decade. He’s an expert in knowing precisely what to say to make you feel like his filthy sex slave, ready to serve him and all his desires. This week he has you wearing the remote vibrator. He turned it on the second he got to the park. You were still driving and it took you by surprise. The buzz had your son asking what ‘that humming sound’ is. You play it off as a fly that must be zipping around as you opened the door for him. Your son sprints to the jungle gym and plays with his new best friend, Megumi. As you walk towards his father, Toji, he pulls out his phone and increases the intensity of the vibe, the asshole. You stop dead in your tracks, unable to move from the pulsing that had you silently screaming for mercy.

Single Dad Toji who approaches you and grabs you by the arm, pulling you into his SUV. He strips off your pants and spits on your rear. “Wrong hole, Toji.” “No, it’s not. Your other hole is occupied. It’s time to take this one out for a test drive.” He drops another wad of spit on your back door then sinks his finger in and rims you, stretching you as you wait on all fours anticipating what’s to come while writhing from the shockwaves of the vibrator. Toes curling, core clenching, legs shaking, you're already overloaded before he sinks his fat tip into your rear. It’s uncomfortable at first but then as you loosen up, your inner demon surfaces. Only two strokes in and you’re cumming all over his back seat. Toji smirks, realizing this is gonna be fun. He begins to pound into your cute little hole, making you scream and shout filthy things. You chant his name, promising to be his little toy and do whatever he wants. He rocks into your A-spot so hard that you convulse, unable to speak as your eyes roll in your head. 

Single Dad Toji who can’t bring himself to stop, even after your body collapses. It’s too good, too tight, too warm. His shaft tingles as it rubs against the vibrator still whirring away in your other cavity. “T-t-toji, p…please. Mercy.” He chuckles at your orison. Like he’s gonna give you a break. Completely disregarding your plea he hammers home, hips snapping so hard you’re dizzy and have gone blind from pleasure. If you weren’t screaming before, you’re definitely screaming now. People probably think you’re being murdered but he can’t stop himself, he keeps pounding away until he breaks. Cum shoots out and paints your interior. He finally stills and notices that your body is in a crumpled ball, lifeless except for the twitch in your leg. A buzzing sound can be heard over his heavy panting when he realizes he never stopped the vibe. “Oh, sorry babe.” When he turns it off he sees your body go limp as if you took your last breath and knows he’s worn you out. You lazily roll over and stare up at him, your eyes constantly finding their way over to his mouth and that sexy scar he has on the corner of his lips. 

Single Dad Toji who grabs you at the base of your jaw and pulls you up to his face. His lips collide with yours in a breath-stealing kiss. You’re his perfect woman, his little slut, his secret whore, his obsession. When you get out of his car you’re about to pull away to pretend you’re just friendly parents bumping into each other when he sees how another man is watching your ass. You straighten the brim of your hat and move to walk toward the playground when Toji’s massive hand grabs your waist and pulls you into him. You look up at him shocked, then he drapes his heavy arm across your shoulders while he stares daggers into the man who now pretends to be watching his daughter lovingly. “What’s this?” you ask, surprised that Toji wants to show affection where the boys might see. “You’re mine. Others need to know.”

Single Dad Toji who doesn’t want to be single anymore. He has you blushing like a giddy schoolgirl as you walk over to the bench and sit together. Your shoulder tucked into his armpit and his hand squeezing your bicep, he can’t get over the idea of making things public. You’re his, officially, and it makes him smile to himself as the two of you watch your kids become stepbrothers.

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XII

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Rough Oral Male Receiving, Bondage, Rough Penetration

Summary: You're meeting with the possible vessel doesn't go well but when you return home, you find Sukuna in the dungeons all too happy to see you.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 4.8k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

a/n: not edited yet, but wanted to be on time posting*

Approaching the table at the far end of the cafe, your vessel prospect stands up and pulls out the chair next to him. You hesitate, having anticipated sitting across from the man. He is a stranger after all. Part of you thinks about just pulling out your own chair across from him, but you don’t want to start off on the wrong foot. Surrendering, you take the seat but instead of scooting in close to him, you angle your chair towards him while sliding back to the opposite corner of his side of the table.  

The man stares at you, drinking you in the way Ainu was absorbing her surroundings on the train moments ago. The difference is that she had a look of awe while this man has something more …sinister.

As you stare at him your mind starts to spiral. You’ll admit that in spite of his predatory stare he’s much more handsome in person than on his profile. If his gaze didn’t make you feel uneasy, you could picture yourself being attracted to him. Though you guess it’s not that important because it won’t be him staring back at you, it will be Sukuna and technically, Sukuna’s personality will replace his so if he turns out to be a terrible person, you’d be taking a bad guy off the streets…right? Or would his negativity fuel something dangerous in Ryomen? After the binding ceremony, will the guy’s consciousness linger in Sukuna at all? Will his thoughts linger in the back of Sukuna’s mind? There is so much unknown about what you’re trying to accomplish and now is not the time to be asking yourself these questions. 

Focus girlie, you only have an hour to feel this guy out.

Your eyes pan up and down, giving him a once over when suddenly you realize he is asking you a question. “W-what?”

“I said, what brought you to message me?”

“I-I-umm, well, if I’m being honest, I was interested in your heavenly pact.” you say, unable to wholeheartedly lie. You had a plan but you’re no good at dishonesty and now that you’re in the moment, the entire thing flew out the window. Hopefully some half truths will help you muscle through this practice round, now that you’ve already gone rogue. 

Good thing you started with this guy. While he isn’t out of the running, you intentionally didn’t pick your favorite to meet right away, you needed a pancake date. Someone that it’s okay to mess up with so that you’d get better with each meetup.

He quirks a brow. “My heavenly pact, eh?”

“Yes, I wanted to know what it is.”

“Do you believe in demons, miss?” 

Your eyes bug at the question, a million thoughts racing through your mind. “Not exactly.”

“Well I assure you, they’re out there. I can feel them, they’re like parasites, feeding off of the sadness and pain of humans.”

It occurs to you that maybe this man can’t see curses or cursed energy. Maybe he’s not actually talking about demons. Maybe he’s referring to what you know best.

You smile, “In my world, we call them cursed spirits and I can see them.”

“Ah, in your world. Guess that means we’re a part of the same world then. Well, I might not be able to see them like you, but I can sense them with pinpoint precision. If I feel one, I can grab it and crush it with a squeeze of my fist. My restriction brings me extra strength but at the cost of fighting an invisible enemy.”

“So if you hate curses, then why are you on a Sukuna fan page?”

“Cause he was the king of them. He’s the ultimate demon and I aspire to be the ultimate eradicator. I guess you could kinda say he’s my motivation.”

“Was the king of them?”

“Well he’s not around anymore. But what I'd give to have that kind of power.” he says dreamily. 

“What if he were still around?”

“Ha! He’s been gone for hundreds of years.”

“But if he were to resurface one day, what would you do?” you ask, feeling a need to know what kind of threat this man could be, for Sukuna’s sake.

“Well I can’t fight him head on, so I’d need to find a way to seal him. But first I’d need to find him. Once I do, I’ll draw him out by obtaining whatever is most precious to him and destroy it.”

You gulp knowing that you’re the ‘whatever that is most precious to him.’

”So your plan is to take him down?”

“Precisely.”

“Doesn’t that seem a bit…unattainable? He’s insanely strong and you can’t see him after all.”

“I can’t, but we need to band together if such evil ever returns to this earth.”

“I guess I wasn’t expecting this to be your attitude considering that you’re on his fanpage.” you muse aloud. “You going to use the X page as your kill list if he ever comes back?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions about Sukuna. I thought this was to ask about my Heavenly Pact. You lying to me, Sugar? Hmm?”

You feel panicked about his flirty suspicion but before your face can give away your emotions, the waitress comes over and hands him a coffee that he must have ordered prior to your arrival. He sets down the mug the waitress hands him. Then the young girl turns to you and asks what you’d like to drink. 

You decide to order for two, anticipating Saturo’s arrival. The guy lifts a questioning brow. 

“It’s for my fiance” you explain like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Your fiance is meeting up with you while you're out on a date with a guy from the internet?”

“This isn’t a date!”

“Then what is this?” “I just wanted to meet someone with a heavenly pact. I wanted to know more about them. I’m a sorcerer. I need to know as much about this stuff as possible.”

“Why do I get the feeling there's more to this?”

You stammer, searching for a reasonable lie when you’re saved by an eavesdropping Gojo who walks up to you casually and kisses your cheek. “Hey babe! This the guy you were telling me about?”

You contain your surprise at the kiss and maintain your poker face even though you wanna smack Saturo for his audacity.

“Yes, babe, it is.”

“Kenneth, nice to meet you.” Gojo lies while extending his hand.

“Pleasure.” your ‘date’ responds curtly barely masking his annoyance that you’re not actually on a date. 

Just then the waitress returns with two macchiatos. You pass one to Gojo who gladly takes the free drink, thoroughly enjoying the situation as he smiles over the rim of his mug. 

“He was just telling me how he can’t see curses but he can sense them.”

“Reeeally. What does it feel like when you sense them?” Gogo leans forward, resting both elbows on the table in interest.

“There’s this kind of static in the air. It feels thick. Almost tangible. When I squeeze it, the static disappears.”

“Fascinating.”

“I’d love to see it in action!” you exclaim, trying to sell your story.

“Babe, leave the man alone. He was nice enough to meet up with you. You don’t need to keep bothering him. I’m sorry sir.” he apologizes to the stranger as if he were taking responsibility for a child.

“But, I…”

“It’s fine, really. If you’ll excuse me, I was just about to meet up with some friends. Mind if I leave my share of the bill here?” You can tell the man is lying and just looking for a reason to go and it bothers you.

Gojo casually waives his hand. “No problem. Thanks for humoring her. I appreciate it.” Then he hugs your shoulders and gives you a little shake like you’re the most ridiculous and adorable woman alive, the movement leaving you to feel like a small child. 

You watch your pancake vessel leave before you turn on your best friend. “Saturo, was that really necessary?”

“Yes, you needed him to lose interest.”

“But now he thinks I’m some weirdo. What if I end up wanting him to be the candidate?”

“Don’t worry, I have my ways” he says with a casual check of his nail beds. 

You blow a raspberry at him before propping your head up with your elbows at the table. Your eyes are downcast until you remember Ainu is sitting by herself. Your chair practically falls over with how fast you stand up and turn around looking for her. “Ainu?!”

“Geez Sweetheart. She’s fine!”

“What did I say about calling me Sweetheart?”

“What, I thought you got used to it by now.”

“Not after you kiss my cheek, no.”

You shove his shoulder and then turn to flag down the waitress to pay for your drinks before leaving to catch the bus out of here. 

The bus sways as it winds its way through the city. You sit side by side and your shoulders knock into each other in time with the motions of the vehicle.

“Well that was a complete waste of time.”

“Not necessarily. We learned some things.” Gojo assesses

“Like what?”

“Not every person on Sukuna’s fan pages are allies, some of them are enemies.”

“That’s true, I was gonna tell him I was there to revive Sukuna. But he may have eliminated me on the spot had I not learned about his opinions first.”

“Exactly. Your original plan would’ve been a disaster. Good thing you choke under pressure.”

“Do not! I just suck at lying.” you say with indignation. “But I’m worried about his suspicion.”

“What about it?”

“I don’t know, something’s not sitting right.”

“It’s probably nothing, babe” he says with a nudge of your shoulder with his own. You body check him in retaliation, annoyed that he’s taking this fake fiance thing too far. 

“Whatever, at least I got the worst of it out of the way. Let’s message the next one and see if we can meet him sometime this coming week.”

“I take it I’m gonna be traveling a lot these next few months.”

“Hopefully not that long.”

“Psh, yeah, okay. I know how picky you can be. You’re gonna want to meet as many men as possible before making your decision, even if you love the second one, you’re gonna drag me across the country to meet 20 more before you’re sure of your choice.”

He didn’t have to call you out so accurately but he wasn’t wrong. You probably would want to meet them all before you make your decision. “Well then, let's get started so we can be finished by the end of next month.”

Gojo rolls his eyes but agrees, knowing it’d be good to get this tedious business out of the way even though kissing your cheek and calling you babe felt like heaven. He wants to drag out the charade but he also knows he needs to be tactful about all these requests off work. If the University thinks he has a lead on your whereabouts, they might invite themselves along. 

“Don’t forget we both need to be lowkey during all of this Sunshine. Please be discreet when you’re messaging these men.”

You nod, surprised by his sudden concern. “I will.”

Gojo grabs your hand and kisses the back of it before covering it with both of his hands. “I will always have your back but I can’t save you from everything.”

“I know.”

He looks into your eyes, searching them to verify you’re being serious. Once he verifies that you mean what you’re saying, he relinquishes control of your hand. 

You whip out your phone and start sending messages to two of the other vessels, looking for possible meeting times next week. Their cities are not far from where you met this guy, so the commute will look similar. Gojo agrees to meet you at the same stop and after some light hearted chatting, Gojo wishes you goodbye at the train station, promising to see you on Tuesday.

It’s a long trip home but you and Ainu finally cross into the veil. As you walk into the mansion she thanks you for the outing then heads to her home on the East side of the estate property completely exhausted from her first travel experience. 

Extremely tired, yourself, you feel hunger like you haven’t felt in forever. In the nerves of it all, you forgot you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast and now it is nearly supper time.

As much as you want to go say hi to Ryo, your stomach is calling the kitchen and you wander down the East side of the estate to see if there are any rice balls to snack on. 

As you pass various staff members, you see they have concerned looks on their face and a few whisper to each other. It makes you feel uneasy, wondering what they could possibly be talking about. Do you have something in your hair? Maybe you grew a blemish?

Just as you near the kitchen, you see Sheila in a skimpy kimono with her ‘assets’ hanging out. She looks triumphant, as if her dreams are on the cusp of coming true. She’s always sure of herself but what could possibly have her gloating like this?

“Evening Sheila” you say shyly but only out of respect as you pass her to push open the kitchen door.

In response, she scoffs.Haughty and dismissive. She really doesn’t seem to understand her place, acting like she runs things when really it’s your fiance who has the final say. You roll your eyes and shake your head, annoyed and frustrated by her attitude, but you don’t say anything, not wishing to engage. 

However, Sheila has something different in mind. She catches your wrist and yanks you out of the kitchen doorway. “How dare you roll your eyes at me, you disrespectful slut.”

“I’m the disrespectful slut?!” You respond incredulously. 

You leave for one afternoon and somehow this girl thinks she’s in charge. 

“I know what game you’re running. My ancestors and I created the playbook. We know how this goes and you’re little charade doesn’t fool me.”

“There is no charade, Sheila! I love Ryo and he loves me. Just accept that and move on.”

She laughs hard, too hard, and the sound makes your stomach twist, “A man in love doesn’t get hard for another woman. Don’t act like you know Lord Sukuna. I have the knowledge of generations of women who’ve served under him. I am part of a lineage of prized women, bred to pleasure him. You will never compare.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “You sound like a super villain. Just leave me alone and you won’t create trouble for yourself.”

You don’t miss her comment but you’re not about to give into her games. It’s as if this woman’s forgotten that Sukuna will murder to protect you and that you’re a special grade sorcerer who can level this estate at any moment if you wanted to. Plus what is she talking about, him getting hard for another woman?

Her snake eyes leer at you and just as your ripping your wrist from her grasp, another maiden who works in the kitchen walks through the door and gasps,

“Sheila! How dare you lay a finger on the lady of the house!” The small girl slaps Sheila across the face with surprising strength. “Did your mother never teach you about respect and honor? Or did she only teach you about how to be a whore?!”

You couldn’t believe the amount of fight coming from this tiny woman. Ainu is right, the rest of the staff are getting tired of Sheila. You heard the concubines are having trouble adjusting to a more labor intensive role but this is absurd. No wonder the rest of the staff hate them. The girl turns towards you once she’s done chastising Sheila. 

“My Lady, I’m so sorry.” she bows. “How may I assist you?”

She lifts head, an expectant look keeping her brows raised as she waits for your answer. 

“I-uh-I was hoping for a snack.” you admit, even though the confrontation with Sheila has stolen your appetite. Sheila scoffs and walks off, you glare at her retreating figure, frustrated by her continued theatrics. One of these days she’ll be put in her place, but you’re not looking forward to the cat fight that will precede it. 

“Of course, my lady. Right this way.” She guides you into the kitchen and towards the food pantry. “What would you like?”

“I was craving some rice balls, actually”

“No problem, we always have some on hand. Do you need a dish for sauce?”

“Yes please. And do you know where I can find Lord Sukuna?”

“He’s down in the dungeons ma’am.”

You nod, knowing he’s doing something unsavory that you typically don’t like to see. Good thing your appetite is already ruined. 

The girl gives you a glass container filled with your snack and a small dish of eel sauce with a lid that’s tucked into the corner. “Thank you” you say as both of you bow at each other and you glide off to the basements in the West end of the estate.

On the long walk, you munch on your rice balls, trying to get some nutrients before you lose all willingness to eat from whatever nonsense is happening in the dungeon.

The door to the basement in the West wing is a heavy wood and metal door. Most doors in Sukuna’s home are either paper or bamboo, however, this one is a thick cherry with an iron handle and stone steps that lay just opposite of its entrance.

Balancing the food in one hand, the other pulls on the handle to find it unlocked. You figured it would be since Sukuna never locks the door behind him. You walk down the steps to a dark hallway and only hear an intermittent grinding noise. No screams, no cries, no shouting. He must be disposing of a body…gross.

Your steps echo against the stone as you travel towards the sound. “Ryo?”

All noise ceases and for a moment the silence frightens you. “Ryo? Is that you?”

“Princess?” Warmth blossoms all over your body. You’re so happy to see him that you bound up to him and give him a one armed hug before offering him a rice ball.

“Thank you, Doll, but I’ll wait till it’s supper time. I’m not hungry right now.” Yet as soon as you go to lower the rice ball and place it back in your dish, his mouth swipes it out of your hand and snatches it in one bite.

“Not hungry my butt” you scoff, playfully.

“Wanna say that again?”

“Hmm?” you say, feigning ignorance

“Something about your butt?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say but that smile on his face is an unfair mix of sultry and evil and you know he’s egging you on.

It’s not wise to mess with Sukuna when he’s just done something brutal for his work. He’s always rough with you when he returns from the dungeons and now here you are, provoking him within their walls. At one time you would be afraid that he’d actually hurt you, but now you trust him and know he’d never do that. 

Your king crowds you, taking the entire dish from your hands and finishes the food inside before dipping his finger in the eel sauce and demanding you lick it clean. 

You do as he says, holding eye contact with him as your tongue rolls over the digit.

“Do you remember my promise to you this morning, Princess?”

“Mhm” you nod with his finger in your mouth.

“Then if you wanna save those shorts, you better take them off now before I rip them from every seam.”

Quickly, you kick off your boots and begin to disrobe, trying to preserve your shorts, tights, and sweatshirt before he grows impatient.

“Boots back on.” he husks. You quirk your brow and quickly pull your knee-high boots back over your feet before he’s spinning you around and pushing you against the wall.

A sound of surprise slips out as your body thuds against the cold stone. The change in temperature is felt through your thin undershirt and perks your peaks. 

“Originally I had something else planned for tonight, but I think I’ll save that for another time.” he breathes as his hand snakes between your legs. You gasp when he cups your center and strokes your clit, petting the nub in a most tantalizing way. 

You hear the glass container that harbored your snack clatter to the ground as his other hand circles you to grab the base of your neck. Pressure is applied as his opposite hand increases it’s speed before allowing his fingers to dip into your folds. A gasp cuts though the silence. Your back arches so that your chest pushes into the stone wall, freezing your nipples till they are hard enough to slice through your shirt.

He strokes in and out of you, first casually, but as your body begins to squirm, his ferocity increases. The more you moan and grind into his fist, the tighter his grip becomes on your neck.

He rips away his fingers from your slit and feeds them to you, fisting your mouth and making you gag.

“Come,” he directs as he yanks you down the hall by your elbow. You wonder where you’re going but it doesn’t take long to see he’s bringing you to an open cell. Fear buzzes through you as you realize one of his games could be misery for you but he moves quickly closing the shackles around your wrists before you can say no. You look down and realize the chains are secured to the floor behind you. Then you hear him leave. “Wait!!” 

He closes the door, locking you inside with that crazy smile on his face. “Please don’t leave me here Kuna!” you beg, feeling tears well up in your eyes. He stands on the other side of the bars and motions you over. You walk towards him but the chains don’t reach that far. Your arms are outstretched behind your back as you try to push your body forward.

“If you’re a good girl, then I’ll consider letting you out of here.”

The tears begin to flow from your eyes out of panic as you nod your head yes. Sukuna’s corner lip tugs up and he silently uses his finger to ask you to come closer. The painted black nail on that same finger grows into a sharp point and he grabs the top of your shirt, cutting into the fabric to create holes so your chest falls out. 

“Up against the bars, doll.”

You strain to push your chest up to the cold metal columns and the sight of you struggling has his dick straining in his pants. Gods he wishes he had a whip on him right now. Instead he’ll have to settle for his hands. He slaps his palm hard against your mound and you shriek in pain. You cower away from the edge of the cell, not wanting him to do it again. 

“Ah, ah, ah. You have to be a good girl if you don’t want to spend the night here.” Your jaw drops in disbelief. “Again.”

You pull up to the bars again and once more he brings his heavy palm down on your chest. You can’t help but yell from the pain, but this time you stayed. He raises his hand but pauses to see if you’ll pull away but you don’t. You stare at him like a helpless little deer and he feels his manhood pulse with desire. 

You can tell he’s set ablaze. His red eyes glow in the dark. He’s drunk on the power he has over you and he loves tearing down a strong woman. He continues to assault your front, grabbing your breast by the nipple and pulling it towards him so he can slap it with his other hand, then repeat the process on your other side. Your chest is bright red and starting to bruise before he finally stops and instead grabs both peaks with his fingers and pulls down till you collapse onto your knees. 

“Gooood little slut. Now eat your next meal.”

He stands back up and finally frees his throbbing length. The weight of it falls on your face, making you flinch.

“Open up. Tongue out.” he directs, slapping his meat against your flattened muscle. “Now swallow”

He grabs behind your head and shoves himself down your windpipe without any regard to if you’ll need to speak tomorrow or not. You cough around him, your body seizing as it strains against his brutality.

“Oh come now princess, surely you can do better than this.”

Arms still stretched behind you, Sukuna reaches through the bars of the cage and threads his fingers into your hair, getting a better grip. You cough again, the vibration turning him feral and triggering a selfish frenzy of thrusts down the back of your mouth.

It isn’t the first time Ryomen’s been rough with you but there is something dangerous about him this time. You thought he’d never hurt you but you keep forgetting who you’re dealing with. Is he in a bad mood or just a dangerous one? Whatever it is, it’s leaving your body wrecked.

“Good fucking girl.” he pants as your slobber trails out of your mouth and falls down onto your knees. You feel the strain on your shoulders and fear you’ll tear a rotator cuff from how he keeps yanking your body into the cell bars. 

His tip quivers in the back of your throat and you believe he’s going to finish when he rips himself out of your mouth, leaving you panting and gasping for air. 

“Stand up and turn around.” You comply, afraid to disobey him. 

He reaches through the bars and yanks your hips flush with the metal, piercing your core with his dick. As he starts to slam into you, he pulls your rear up against the bars at a bruising pace. He’s consumed by his lust for you. He’s completely forgotten that you’re a person and all he can think about is how to use your flesh to satisfy himself. 

Longing for a different angle, he picks you up at the hips and you fall forward face first towards the ground. You catch your weight with your hands but your feet are off the ground and your boots are sticking through the bars. One of the hands holding you up, bites your skin with his extra mouth, surprising you and causing you to shriek once more. 

The sounds of your surprise, your pain, your whimpering, they do something unexplainable to him. He can’t help the way these noises fuel his depravity. He wants nothing more than to absolutely destroy you just so he can come back to build you up again before ruining you once more for his own pleasure.

He beats into you so hard that your entire body shakes and your hands can barely support your weight. You lose your balance and collapse but he holds you firm and keeps going. Once again, your arms are jerked rhythmically, making you fear for your shoulders. His pounding increases in tempo and you know it’s coming. He finishes with loud groans that echo around the forsaken space, his cum filling you up before he drops you and lets you clatter to the ground. 

His tip weeps with the remnants of his ejaculant and he beckons for you to come forward and suck it clean. 

Hoping to earn your freedom,you rush to your knees and strain against the metal cuffs to do as he asks. When you're done you open your mouth and he spits in it before slapping your tongue.

“Filthy whore.” he says with a proud smile. “When I come back, I expect you to be ready again. And next time, I won’t be so nice.”

“When you come back?!” you scream. “Ryo, where are you going! No no no no no no no, don’t leave me!” But he ignores your panicked cries and walks away and up the stone stairs. You’re left nearly naked in the dark, waiting for him, both furious and scared. He hears your screams up stairs and smirks to himself. Don’t worry Princess, you won’t be waiting long…

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XI

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You travel to meet the first of the potential vessels while back home, Sheila makes a pass at your fiancé.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 3.1k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Saturday comes and you look at yourself in the mirror. You look cute but not too good. Since the air is crisp, you dress warm. A cute pair of fleece tights layered under dress shorts, a boxy sweatshirt, a trench coat and knee-high boots to keep you cozy and adorable. 

As much as you don’t want these men getting the wrong idea, you can’t help but make an effort in your appearance. You want to be presentable so that he’ll consider being the vessel Sukuna marries you in. Furthermore, these little outings are some of the only times you’ll get to dress up which makes you feel good about yourself in you new role of isolation. 

“You trying to make me regret not coming with you?”

The voice comes from behind you and your face softens as you look at him in the mirror’s reflection.”Of course not, Ryo. Why? You like it?” You ask as you iron your shorts with your hands. 

“I love it.” He murmurs as he steps behind you. His hands brush your hips and slide up to your waist, wrapping around your torso as his head rests on your shoulders, red eyes glued to your image in the looking glass. “I assure you these shorts and these tights aren’t gonna make it through the night.”

Goosebumps erupt along your neck and spine, your expression dropping for a moment before you regain your composure and quip back at him, “You plan on ruining all of my clothes? I guess you want me to have no choice but to go outside naked.”

Sukuna didn’t like the idea of others seeing you naked. That is saved for him. A severe look flashes over his face but just as fast as it came it was gone.

With a playful smack to your rear, Sukuna sends you on your way out the door. Pretending there wasn’t a moment of murder in his heart. 

Since today has more travel than usual, you know, beyond just going to your usual coffee shop, Uraume requested that you take a house attendant with you. Naturally, Ainu was your first choice. As you wind your way to the front of the house you find her patiently waiting by the door, holding her coat and gloves. 

“You ready ma’am?”

“Ready!”

As anxious as you are about the entire ordeal, you are excited to find a willing vessel and to get Yuji back. The more you learn about how vessels work, the more you’ve come to realize Sukuna isn't the villain he’s made out to be. 

Yeah, he may have kept Yuji’s appearance because it was useful to him at the time, but when it stopped being useful, he still kept it. You can tell it annoys him to not be his true form while living in his own house but he chooses to keep Yuji’s appearance anyways. 

He knows that you care for the boy and you suspect he does too. Why else would he go through the process of finding a replacement? A monster wouldn’t act like that. A monster would have taken on his own appearance and let Yuji Itadori become a mere memory. But he didn’t. He’s shown self restraint to keep you and Itadori happy. He’s nothing like what they say.

These thoughts continue to circle in your head during this whole process and you express them to Ainu as you walk through town towards the train station. 

Once there you board, noting how the lights remind you of a hospital, yet the seats remind you of a cheap hotel. It’s not your favorite form of travel but it gets you to most places without a license plate giving away your exact location. So for now, you use public transport and head to the stop you agreed to meet Saturo at. 

While aboard, Ainu’s face is lined with curiosity. She’s rarely ventured beyond the veil and has never ridden a train before. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. Her eyes flit from person to person unsure of how to feel about them. She drinks in the scenery beyond the window before observing all the interesting clothing choices of the patrons inside your rail car. Everyone was so fashionable. She felt underdressed and wished for a more modern wardrobe.

“Could you be any cuter?” you whisper in her ear.

Ainu blushes. “Sorry, I don’t mean to stare, it’s just all so interesting.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure everyone can tell you’re just excited.”

She hides her face but you catch a grin ghost over her features before her chin is tucked down beneath her scarf. You are sure she feels a sense of freedom and furthermore you are excited for her to meet your best friend. 

Together you ride towards the white haired nuisance, ready to move forward with one of the most insane parts of wedding planning that anyone has ever had to do.

Back at the estate, Sukuna enters his study and sits down in his oversized desk chair. His current body is much smaller than his usual stature. That’ll change soon. He opens up a laptop Yuji helped him buy and clicks over to various social media pages, searching for unusual claims of the supernatural. 

His hand drags over his face at the tedious process. Looking for clues about the underground activity of the cursed world can be a pain. Once he finds an area with sightings, he must go out and attempt to witness the activity to verify it’s cursed spirits, then torture information out of then before ending their miserable experience. 

On occasion, he brings them back to the estate where he imprisons them for various reasons. A few he needs for poison, a few for training, and a few for ransom. Some of the more gruesome parts of this work are kept private from you per your request. Usually Uraume helps with these tasks anyways and Sukuna likes to keep you happy. 

However, sometimes it’s fun to see you squirm or watch your face fall in horror when he dismantles a body with just the snap of his fingers. Sometimes he gets a thrill out of seeing you scared of him. It makes him hard thinking about your awe-struck face, lips parting in both amazement and terror. Your eyes wide in fear as you realize the magnitude of his strength. 

His strength will be even greater after the binding ceremony. He will finally be whole again and then you can see what true power looks like. 

Though it wasn’t the main reason for marrying you, the outcome of him returning to his original form has made him anticipate this wedding very much. He’s excited to go back to who he was, feel the power course through his veins and drip from his skin in the exertion of battle. Then look up to see your doe eyes soaking in the reality of him, fear and arousal mixing together. 

He palms his pants trying to calm down his lower half after getting himself riled up. While in the past he had concubines who stir him, none have ever had the effect on him that he feels with you. The need to own a woman, yes, but the need to protect one, never. 

However, when it comes to you, your safety is always on his mind. He will go absolutely ballistic if something were to happen to you today. That’s why he sent you with Gojo. He might not like the man but at least his feelings for you will keep you safe. And knowing you, you could be trusted, even with a man like Saturo. 

Lost in thought, Sukuna’s ministrations are interrupted by a light knock at the door. He slips out of his brain fog and his four eyes blink back to reality.

A quiet and mousy voice slips through the air, “S’cuse me sir. I’m here to dust the room.” Attached to the sound is a beautiful, young woman here to do her work.

With a grumble Sukuna decides if he actually wants company while he does his research. He’d prefer to be alone, but you had taught him things like common courtesy, so he didn’t want to interrupt this girl's cleaning routine. 

The servant at the door begins to bite her lip as she waits for his decision till he eventually waives her on in. The pink flesh slips from between her teeth and delicately, she steps into the room in a rather revealing version of the staff uniform. Being a fan of kimonos, Sukuna usually asked his staff to wear them around the estate. She, however, wore her’s nearly open so her bosom was bare and looked as if it would tumble out if she stooped too low. 

He’d seen this one before but never took notice of her. She looked familiar, extremely familiar, more than just a servant who’d been slipping in and out of his view as she worked. Her hair, her lips, down to how she tied her kimono was like one of the women he used to own. He watched as her long dark hair, sprinkled with brassy lowlights swung about her as she cleaned. His eyes trailed down to her hips and as she turned away from him, reaching her arm above her head to dust a spot high up on the bookshelf, he saw the bottom of her kimono rise up dangerously close to her heat and the bottom of her cheeks. 

Sukuna jumped up and grabbed the dust rag from her hand, startling her. “Sorry, but your outfit was about to make you indecent. Let me get these parts.”

It is beneath him and definitely something he would have never done in the past but he couldn’t have another woman exposed in front of him. Well, unless you are here too…which gives him an idea for later. 

The servant flushes deep maroon and bats her eyes at him. “Thank you sir.” 

Sukuna stares down into her eyes and something stirs in his gut. Those eyes, he knows them, but not by the person standing before him, instead by the presence of another. “You’re welcome. Now please be more mindful of how you are dressed for your responsibilities.”

Her arms clasp in front of her stomach, her chest pushed up by the action to make her mounds more noticeable, as if they needed help. “My apologies, this is the uniform I was given but, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“I’ll see to it that Uraume issues you a new uniform. Not sure what they were thinking giving you that one to begin with”

There was something like disappointment spreading across the girl's face and a bitter taste formed in his mouth. 

Had this been another time, yes, he would’ve definitely played mind games with this servant girl. He would’ve bent her over and swatted her for her indecency before stealing her clothes and forcing her to finish her responsibilities completely naked with his cum leaking out of her slit. But all that image did anymore was make him miss you. He wanted to do those things to your fragile body and it made him hard all over again. 

A small gasp cuts through the silence when Sukuna realizes the eyes of the girl are trained on his crotch. He clears his throat and her eyes snap up to meet his four red ones. “Manners.” He scolds. 

Her mouth falls open and her cheeks redden before she turns back to her obligations.Sukuna watches her out of the corner of his eye and catches how her movements increase with speed as she rushes to leave his presence. He sees how her breathing has grown shallow and he notices the subtle ways she relieves the tension brewing between her legs. 

The things his past self would have done to this girl. She was tempting and he was used to taking whatever he wanted. Patience has never been his strong suit and denying his own pleasure was right up there with it. 

Where are you when he needs you? 

Running an important errand for him, ensuring he could return to his true form, getting ready for the wedding he proposed, right. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and returns to his work, blocking out this servant girl. Tempting as she may be, she isn’t you. 

The girl finishes up and bows before exiting the room. She gives one last bashful look over her shoulder as she steps through the threshold and with that Sukuna closes his laptop and returns to daydreaming. He imagines it was you who was in her place. You in that skimpy uniform. You, reaching up high to dust the top shelves. You who got distracted by his manhood. The corner of his mouth tugs up as he decides what you’re doing when you get home. 

In the hall Shila exhales. She feels a surge of excitement from the way lord Sukuna was staring at her. He was even hard for her. She lays a hand against her chest as she steadies her heartbeat, triumph filling her features. He wants her just like he wanted her ancestors. 

It’s proof. Proof that you aren’t satiating his needs. He will call upon her when the time is right. She won’t have to work as a lowly maid much longer. Soon he’ll discard you. 

Then she’ll take her rightful spot in his bed and on his lap. He will shower her with riches, in exchange for free reign of her body. Another bolt of electricity courses through her at the thought. 

The bulge between his legs was sizable too. Concealing her burning desire was nearly impossible, but her meek display is a necessary part of the seduction. She can’t be forward about her intentions. Sukuna likes to feel powerful, so she needed to seem helpless and small. Someone whose only choice is to bend to the mighty King’s will. 

Just a few more encounters and curiosity coupled with prerogative will compel him to take her, mold her to his liking and drink from her fountain. He’ll come to crave the way she’ll worship him and in turn, he’ll exalt her. 

Straightening her kimono and with a pep in her step, Shila glides off to the next room, swaying her hips as she went. Each step daring the male gaze of the various staff members to look away as she makes her rounds.. 

Wheels grind to a halt and the doors of the train open, waiting for you to deboard. Ainu, following closely behind, threads a finger through your coat’s belt loop so as not to lose you in the crowd. 

You sift your way through the herd of people, your head on a swivel, craning your neck for a sign of Gojo waiting to meet up with you.

“Hiya Sweets.”

You whip around to face the direction the sound comes from. “Saturo!” 

Arms outstretched, they wrap around him in a caging hug. The nerves of the meeting ahead have you feeling a bit clingy and the relief of having Gojo with you has you grabbing him for support. 

“Meet Ainu, my other best friend.”

Gojo stiffens in your embrace and you can’t help the laugh gushing from your belly. 

“We’ve been through this, you’re not allowed to have another best friend.”

“Oh relax! You’re still my number one!”

Gojo gives you a playful shove and then introduces himself to the very shy Ainu. His winning smile splits his features in two, leaving Ainu’s face a shade of rosé. Satisfied that his presence has the desired effect, he turns and the three of you make your way to the buses at the edge of the station. 

“So we get off at the third stop and then we meet him at the diner at the end of the road?”

“Yes, he highly recommended it. He promised the coffee was good” you clarify

“I’m sure it’s better than the coffee at the hotel.” You give him a jab in the ribs. “Lets see if his heavenly pact came with good taste.” 

You scoff. Mr Rich Boy is out here assessing other men’s taste. You’d laugh if you weren’t wound so tight at the reminder of his original meeting place. Ainu and Gojo begin talking while you board the bus. They happily chat away while you trail behind. Your mind tumbles as you comb through how you want to approach the conversation. Do you pretend to also be another Sukuna fanatic? Are you honest with him about the situation? What if he goes blabbing to his friends or posts online about what you’re trying to do? What if the university finds out because of his online activity?

Your glazed over eyes snap open with fear. Being honest was too risky. You’d have to play pretend. 

“You okay?” Gojo inquires after noticing the abrupt change in your face.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking about strategy.”

“And it is…”

“I’m going to pretend to be a Sukuna fan like him. Then I think I’m going to ‘gossip’ about how to ‘bring him back’ and near the end, I want you to swoop in and pretend to be my fiance who found out I’ve gone off to conspire with strangers about Sukuna again.

“Wait, what?!”

“It was Ryomen’s idea. He doesn’t want me to seem available.”

“And he trusted me.”

“Yes. But if you touch anything other than my hand or shoulder you’re dead. His words.”

Those annoying gleeful lips nearly reach his ears.You know he has plans and you don’t like that he’s getting any ideas in that big head of his. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave no room for the guy to think you’re available. You just give me the signal of when to come over and I’ll be there.”

You roll your eyes, but inside you’re grateful. Any man crazy enough to meet up with a random girl from the internet to talk about a god of destruction is probably a little unhinged. Though you were the one marrying that god, so what does it say about you?

The walk to the diner was short. Gojo and Ainu entered first, taking a booth near the door. You enter second, quickly scanning the room before you see a man matching the profile picture you had been messaging. 

Just as you set your sights on him, he lifts his head, a charming smile stretching his lips upon seeing you. As handsome as it made him look, it also gave you a sense of unease. With a deep breath you step forward, ready to meet Sukuna’s potential vessel. 

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King X

18+ content, Minors do NOT interct

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: You catch up with Gojo about the drama with Sheila and set the stage for the most insane item on anyone's wedding to-do list.

Warnings: NSFW, teasing, nipple play, fingering.

Word Count: 3.8k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

“You have a new nemesis”

“It’s not funny!”

Gojo laughs into his coffee cup at your annoyed expression. Normally Sukuna comes with you on these excursions but he has decided Gojo is trustworthy enough and today is the perfect excuse for him to sneak off to take care of some unpleasant business.

Though Sukuna does not hide his brutality from you, there are boundaries that you set and he accepts. In keeping with your established limits, he's using your coffee outing as a distraction while he tortures information out of a recently captured source. Additionally, this will help him gather ingredients for some bath that’s part of the wedding preparations. You have no clue what he means but you’re sure he’ll catch you up on it once it becomes more pertinent. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever had an enemy before! Now you’re shacked up with Mr. Psycho and suddenly some whore has it out for you.” stretched lips sip at a coffee cup before he finishes, “He’s changed you, Sunshine.”

You roll your eyes at his theatrics, swiping your cup back from his grubby, albeit slender, hands. 

“Yes, he has changed me” you say with a pointed look.  “I’m the princess to an empire of curses. I’m going to have many enemies I imagine.” You pause, taking a draft of your drink. “Technically I’ve had many for quite some time. Ever since we ran away together…”

“Eh, sure, maybe you do have a few enemies but not like this nut job.” Gojo states with a dismissive hand wave. 

“Well what do I do?! She’s clearly looking for trouble and I feel like she’s a little unhinged. Ainu said she screamed when she saw me and Ryomen down in the kitchen. Something about seeing me in his arms set her off.” 

Gojo raised his brows skeptically.

“Seriously though, what do I do? I’m so conflicted. It’s my house. Ryo and I should exist how we want and I can’t have her hovering around to get in the way of that but I also don’t want to kick her out since it’s the only home she’s ever known!”

“You care too much and it’s gonna get you killed.” he states bluntly.

“I do not.” You deadpan

“And Ryo? Seriously?”

You shoot Gojo a glare. 

“All I’m saying is that it’s your house and she just works there. If she wants to cause trouble, then she did it to herself.” Casually his fingers curl around his own paper cup as he lifts it to his lips. You hear a slurp before he finishes his thought. “And honestly, you don’t even have to kick her out. Let your fiancé do the dirty work for you.”

As you contemplate, your gaze softens. “You’re right.” You exhale, letting the weight of your head fall into your free hand. “Why should I care? She’s being a headache and trying to steal my fiancé from me. What’s it to me if she ends up homeless cause of it?”

“That’s the spirit!”

You shake your head, “Okay, with that settled, time for the second item on our agenda.”

“There’s an agenda?”

“There is.”

“Thanks for looping me in.”

“You’re welcome.” You chirp with sarcasm, not to be deterred by his own. “Now, before the wedding Ryomen will need to switch vessels. These are the candidates from our little online feeler that seem to be the most suitable for the role.” You explain passing your phone into his hands. 

“Wow Sweets, you sure do have a type.” Gojo murmurs as he scrolls. 

“Do not!”

“Do too. Tall, tattooed, and dyes his hair?” Gojo lifts his brow. 

You stammer as if he were seeing you naked. “I just got used to seeing him with pink hair is all. Don’t make it weird.”

A smile bursts beneath his white trusses. Gojo couldn’t help the boyish grin he had at seeing you flush as rosy as the hair you preferred to see on your king’s head. 

“So what’s the next step?”

“I’d like to reach out and see if they'd like to meet up.” 

“That sounds a little odd…and definitely something you shouldn’t do alone.”

“Well no doy I shouldn’t do it alone! Why do you think I’m talking to you about it?”

“Oh right, the agenda.” You sigh in exasperation. “Relax sweets! I’ll help.”

“Thank you, jerk”

“Hey!”

Innocently you look over the rim of your cup with a shoulder shrug. 

“Lucky you're cute, or I’d walk out that door. So where are you meeting these men?”

“In their hometowns. I’d like to see how they act when they’re comfortable.”

“And how far away are these hometowns?”

“Prrretty far…some of them.”

“How far?”

“The other side of the country.”

“So you want me to travel across the country to interview men who might become your fiancés body and will get to fuck you the rest of their lives?”

“Ew! Dont think of it like that!”

“Oh that’s how I’m gonna think about it.”

You deflate, believing the two of you had gotten past his crush. “I just need a second opinion. If you don’t wanna do it I’ll find someone else.”

“No no no no no, that’s not what I mean, it’s just, I’m sorry. It was stupid.” His shoulders sag, realizing he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to say no to you. “When do you wanna get started?”

“Wanna message one of these guys and find out?”

“Sure, but can we start with the closest ones?” Gojo asks and he passes back your phone

“Fine.” You reply with a tug at your lip. 

Tapping your fingers on the screen, you pick one that isn’t your favorite but would be a good place to start. He was alright looking and seemed like your average guy. Normal hobbies and interests. Nothing special, other than his heavenly pact, but nothing alarming either. 

Quicker than you anticipated, you receive a flirty message back. 

“Geez Sweets, what’d ya do? Send a nude?”

“No, just a normal message.”

“Well something about your profile got him excited. Text him when he wants to meet up.”

Your fingers obediently follow his request, striking the keys as you ask him to meet up for a possible opportunity. Praying it didn’t make you sound like a prostitute, you set your phone down waiting for a response. 

“You used the word opportunity?”

“What else would you call this?”

“I don’t know but ‘opportunity’ is not it. Now I’m gonna have to pretend to be your fiance.”

You shake your head, thankful Sukuna isn’t present to overhear any of this conversation. If he had, your tuesday coffee’s would come to an end. Saturo is much more bold when your love and bodyguard is not around.

“Oh! He’s interested. He’s inviting me…to a hotel?”

“HA!” Gojo breaks out into a fit of laughter at your disgusted face. “I told you ‘opportunity’ was the wrong word.”

“I’m gonna ask if we can meet for coffee.” you tap on your keyboard and are quickly met with a ‘yes’. “Much better. We’re on for Saturday two towns over from here.”

“Should we meet there or should I pick you up?”

“It’s not a date, Saturo. You’re not picking me up.”

“Fine” he says raising both of his hands in surrender. “Just thought I’d be a gentleman.”

“Mhm” you hum skeptically. 

Gojo gives you a shit-eating grin before asking if the agenda includes him sharing about his week. You chose to ignore his flirting and allow him to proceed with the latest update about what the University is doing to control the curses, what his students have been up to, and the latest news on the hunt to find you. 

“So they haven’t figured out that I left voluntarily?”

“Nope, they still think you were abducted.”

“Where do they think you go every Tuesday?”

“Looking for you. They give me these sad, sympathetic faces every time I get back.”

“Yikes”

“Eh, whatever keeps them from hunting you down like a criminal.”

“Turo” You reach out your hand to cover his, thankful to have such a good friend. He lifts his gaze and you lock eyes. A sad smile stretches his lips and soon the moment passes. You press forward with the rest of his life updates and end with roasting one of his bratty first year’s. It felt good to laugh like that. The world gets heavy when your entire life is built around keeping cursed spirits under control. Having a moment to relax feels like precious gold. 

Saying your goodbyes is bittersweet. Normally you’d have Yuji to commute back with but this time you were alone however, you were comforted by the fact that you’d see each other again in four days. 

You lay in bed next to Sukuna, messaging two of the other possible vessels. You admit, even though it’s for Sukuna, and you’re doing it in front of him, it still feels icky, like you’re betraying him. Slowly a sour expression spreads over your face with each subsequent message to men who clearly do not take you seriously and think you’re hoping for a date. 

You make a noise of disgust and throw your head back down on the pillow.

“Something wrong?”

“Yes. All these men think I want a date.”

Ryoman quirks his brow, “Do you?”

Your jaw drops open in disbelief just as a mischievous smirk splits his face. You hop up on your knees and play fight with him. “Jerk! Of course I don’t want them!”

With disorienting speed, Sukuna grabs your wrists and flips you onto your back, hands pinned by your ears, your legs somehow wrapped around his waist. A satisfied smile graces his lips, his suave demeanor coming across as both kind and dangerous. “Just because you’re having trouble in paradise doesn’t mean you get to hit me princess. Try that again and I might just hit back right here.”

He punctuates the last two words with a pat between your legs and gives you a smoldering wink and you instantly feel wetness pool between your legs. Why is he unfairly hot? You take a deep, centering breath, trying to tame your sex drive, when Sukuna releases you. Your hand reaches for your discarded phone but Ryomen swipes it first, immediately tapping on your profile to see why these men find you so…datable. 

As if eating a bowl of limes, his sour expression begins to match yours. You might as well have created a dating profile. All these images of you look too good. “When did you post these photos of yourself”

“I don’t know, a long time ago. Why?”

“You look available.”

“Well it’s not like I can update my profile picture to include my boyfriend. For starters, the University thinks I was abducted.”

“hmm…Saturo is coming with you?”

“Yes”

“Good. Instruct him to make it seem like the two of you are dating.” You look at him in shock. You know he knows how Gojo feels about you. “But,” he warns, “if he touches anything other than your hand or shoulder, Gojo’s a dead man.”

“Wouldn’t you rather come along?”

“Nah, I think it'll be distracting to have me there. You said you wanted them to act like themselves. If they’re my ‘fans’ then they’ll act anything but natural. Besides I have other business to attend to”

Your finger comes to your chin in thought. After mulling it over you’re forced to agree…as much as you’d rather have Ryo with you, it would be important to have Gojo make it obvious that you’re not on the dating market.

“I’m glad to see you don’t look pleased about it.”

“Of course I’m not pleased. I don’t want Gojo. I’m nervous and I want my fiancé with me.” you pout. “Besides, you wouldn’t marry me if you thought I was capable of disloyalty. You’re my king, so does my reaction really surprise you?”

He rolls back on top of you, tugging off your bottoms before breathing out a heated “true” into the shell of your ear. A growl rumbles from his chest as his hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt and rake down the sides of your ribs. 

You’re his loyal little soldier, sent to this world to please him. His mouth nips at your neck, the sudden need to claim you overwhelming his desires. Knowing you’re his, your heart, your body, and your mind, all pledged to him, it does something unfamiliar to his soul that resonates in his coursing veins.

Tingles and butterflies erupt everywhere he touches and you feel your mind go numb as he soothes your nerves with his lips and teeth. Sinking down to your collarbone, his nips turn to full on bites. Teeth sink into your skin and you can feel it give way to the sharp enamel. Excitement shoots through you, sending sparks to your peaks and heat to your core. 

As the perky nubs stiffen, Sukena’s rough fingers find them and begin to twist. You whine and strain beneath him but he doesn’t stop. His teeth continue to assault your complexion, his mouth sucking on your skin, leaving bites and bruises in its wake. 

Your stomach flutters, hands twisting in his hair. You subconsciously begin to grind into him. The need to release the building tension between your legs makes you desperate for him.

“Tsk, tsk, little one.” He scolds as you continue to rub your center against his stomach, needing more from him.

“Please.” you whisper, back arching into his face.

“Not yet. You haven’t earned it.”

He increases the pressure on your buds and you cry out, feeling the sting as he tugs. 

“Please!” you plead louder, the movement of your hips increasing, your juices smearing all over his stomach. 

If he were in his true form, that tangy fluid wouldn’t go to waste. Soon. It’ll be soon.

You twist in his hold, dying to fall over the edge but he’s denying you. He won’t touch below your navel. “Kuna, I need you.”

“You have me baby.”

“You know what I mean.” Your pout only increasing.

That devilish grin gleams in the dim lighting of the bedroom and you swear you’ve never needed someone between your legs more in your entire life. 

“Oh? Am I not providing enough pleasure?”

You refuse to answer, afraid he’ll stop. Instead you continue to wiggle below him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. 

“Does she want to be touched more?”

“Yes” you breathe

“Does she want to be touched here?”

His hand releases one of your trapped buds and slides over your pores down to where you need him most. Your eyes plead, begging him to slip inside.

“Oh, she wants to be touched here.” one finger toys with your opening, only dipping in up to the first knuckle. The endless teasing, driving you mad and making you squirm with sensitivity.

“Kuuunaaa, please.”

“Beg more.”

You hate begging. It’s so humiliating but when you don’t immediately give him what he wants he whips out the sash of his robe and wraps it around your wrists. He pulls it taught and tethers it above your head. 

The move, quick and smooth, steals your breath. Arousal spills out of your slit and that one tantalizing finger scoops it up to stuff it back inside. 

You can’t stand it. You need to feel the stretch. You need to feel how he pets your insides. “Kuna, please. I need you. I need you to make me feel good. Plea-hea-hease!”

The shame consumes you but the all consuming desire for him shoves your pride aside.

“That’s more like it.” he coos as he gathers a second digit and pushes inside. Pleasure erupts and you have a bit of relief but it’s not enough. 

He can feel your desperate squeezing and brings in a third finger. Finally he stretches you but it’s not around what you want. However, he thrusts in and out of your hole so fast, he rattles your body into full submission and when he hooks his fingers you spurt all over him. 

Even as you scream from your orgasm, his cruel little game isn’t over. He continues to stroke, enjoying how it makes your body quake. “You asked for this, Princess. Don’t you dare ask me to stop.”

Your toes curl and your body convulses. Then, when he spits on your clit and drags his thumb over the area while the rest of his fingers continue their strokes, you swear you’ll pop a blood vessel from how hard you shake. 

“Still need more?”

You physically can’t answer from the heaving gasps. Unable to contain a second orgasm, you stiffen like a board all the way from your outstretched wrists down to your pointed toes. 

You bare your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut as your chest reddens. The intensity catapulting you over the metaphorical edge and blinding you before he finally releases the belt of his robe and gently laps at your center. 

His soothing licks still cause an involuntary kick in your legs but they help bring your breathing back to normal. 

“What a good girl.” he simpers as you begin to relax. “Letting me toy with her hole like an obedient slut.” 

Even though he’s trying to gradually bring you back down, he can’t help the playful suckle on your nearby nerve bundle that leaves you shooting up with a gasp. “Ryo, please” you plead with your hand in his hair.

“Sorry baby. I got carried away.” 

“Sure.” you whisper as you fall back on the bed, letting him pleasure you till you’re lulled to sleep with his head buried in his favorite spot. 

Whipping his mouth clean with the back of his hand, Sukuna stares at you, his heart full of warmth, before he removes his robe to sleep naked next to you. 

Just because you’re asleep doesn’t mean he’s done touching you. Your most sensitive spots will definitely continue to be abused as you dream about him. 

Once he lays beside you, his arms wrap around your torso. One hand wandering between your legs and one cupping your breast.

You let out a soft moan in your sleep, the noise relaxing him while your body wiggles in his hold. 

Hearing your little sounds always helps him sleep. It doesn’t matter what kind of day he’s had, you’re able to ease his restless mind just by moaning at his hands. He continues to pinch and rub your erogenous zones and soon sleep finds him like a blanket of peace.

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Toji as an Affair Partner

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: F!Reader x Toji

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, public indecency, bondage, oral (male receiving), aggressive sex, yummy

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Okay, so this one I went a bit overboard but, I just see Toji as a huge perv who's also super bold.

Affair Partner Toji who spots you when you’re on a night out with your girl friends. He can’t miss the way you smile. It lights up the room and draws him in like a moth to a flame.

Affair Partner Toji whose eyes drag along your figure, raking over your curves. He finds his lip is caught between his teeth as he imagines the things he would do to you, if given the chance.

Affair Partner Toji who eyes your wedding ring but doesn't care. He loves a married woman. They don't get clingy cause they're always too ashamed to keep talking to him after just one night of erotic fantasies come to life.

Affair Partner Toji who isn't surprised by your rejection cause that’s what they all say. He simply sticks his business card in your cleavage and walks away, muttering a ‘text me when you change your mind.’ knowing full well all you women are the same.

Affair Partner Toji who flusters you with his bold move, leaving a crimson blush across the apples of your cheeks as you avoid eye contact with your friends, all of them slack-jawed as their eyes flash between you and the retreating mountainous figure.

Affair Partner Toji who you text later that night after another fight with your husband. The jerk made fun of your body, again, poking your lower gut and telling you to lay off the calories. You're not even heavy, he just likes to bring you down cause he knows you’re out of his league. Even so, you can't shake the anger you feel and if he doesn’t find you beautiful, you know someone who does. 

Affair Partner Toji who responds immediately, not at all surprised that you reached out. You're predictable, just like the others. He’s fully aware of his appearance and guarantees your husband can't compare. After all, what bored wife wouldn't want a night of sexual adventure with a god?

Affair Partner Toji who gives you very specific instructions for the dress code of your date. Yes, a date. He clearly details what you should wear, something tight that doesn't limit his access, and unless you want to be bare-bottomed in front of the entire restaurant, you will not dare wear a bra.

Affair Partner Toji who you squeezed into a black mini dress for. The front has a plunging neckline, displaying all of your cleavage, rouching along the left side seam and a glittering short skirt that drops a mere two inches below the flesh of your backside. You lie to your husband, telling him that your best friend is having a work event and she invited you to be her date. The man doesn’t suspect a thing, even when he sees you without a bra underneath but, does make sure to get in a dig about your age and the fact that your chest isn’t as perky anymore…as if it’s a crime to be 30.

Affair Partner Toji who sees you pull up in an Uber and rushes to open the door for you, helping you out of the car as his eyes shamelessly explore the nooks and crannies exposed by your dress, drinking in your appearance as if you are a fine wine.

Affair Partner Toji who knows the hostess inside the restaurant, tipping her before she leads you to a back corner table, showing you to a luxurious leather upholstered booth where Toji insists on sitting next to you rather than across from you.

Affair Partner Toji who makes you nervous as his hand immediately grips the inside of your thigh while he orders drinks for the both of you. An act that would normally annoy you but at this moment, your mind is too preoccupied to think straight so you are grateful for his assertive dominance. 

Affair Partner Toji who drapes his humongous arm over your shoulder, his middle finger mindlessly circling your areola, steadily stiffening the nub at its center. 

Affair Partner Toji who makes your breathing shallow without even trying but he can tell something is off so he asks you what’s wrong.

Affair Partner Toji who you confess to that you don’t always feel the prettiest because of the remarks your husband makes about your body. While Toji doesn’t necessarily care about trivial things such as insecurities, or marriage, he does recognize that you gave him an excellent opportunity for a little torment.

Affair Partner Toji who traps your peak through the fabric of your dress, tugging till he sees your face scrunch up in discomfort. “Do you think that I’d be here if you weren’t pretty?” He begins to roll the nub between his pointer and thumb causing you to squirm in your seat. “Do you think I’d be touching your tits if they weren’t perfect?” He punctuates his question with a harsh slap to your chest before recapturing your nipple. “Do you think I give a fuck what your husband believes?” His grip becomes so harsh that you cry out. Wetness between your legs begins to gush out, the intense teasing doing something to you that you just can’t explain.

Affair Partner Toji who didn’t actually bring you here on this date to have a date; he brought you here because he loves the thrill of public foreplay.

Affair Partner Toji who digs in his pocket and pulls out a chain with two clips. Your eyes nervously dart around the room, looking for the wandering glances of nearby strangers. Toji on the other hand pulls out your chest from your dress, one handful at a time, like it’s the most routine thing in the world. You turn to him in panic, pushing his hands away to which he casually grasps your neck applying pressure, your chest bare for the entire room to see. He silences your protest with a small squeeze of warning, his voice rumbling in your ear, “Resist and you’ll pay for it later. Do you understand?” You’re stunned by his audacity but it’s the most exhilarating thing you’ve ever done in your life, made even more exciting by the fact that this man isn't even your husband.

Affair Partner Toji who traps your sore buds in clamps before tucking them away in your dress, making you suddenly very aware of how the fabric rubs against them.

Affair Partner Toji who allows his hand to wander under your sparkling skirt, each touch driving you mad with lust, all of it pooling in the fabric of your thong. “Hands behind your back.” he orders, the tenor of his voice alone, adding to the attraction buzzing between your thighs. You obediently follow, wondering just how far he was going to take things.

Affair Partner Toji whose dexterous fingers slip your panties aside so that they may feel your sopping hole, sinking in to the third knuckle before withdrawing completely and feeding it to you. Your cheeks, already an impossible crimson, spread their flush all the way down your neck and to your sternum as you hollow your cheeks around the digit.

Affair Partner Toji who lightly slaps your face once his fingers are clean thanks to the thorough work of your tongue, before revisiting the paradise under your hem just as your waiter returns with your drinks.

Affair Partner Toji who denies you a sip until you have had your precourse, instructing you to get on your knees under the table and drink from his fountain. “It might take some sucking, Princess, but there’s plenty waiting to satisfy your thirst.”

Affair Partner Toji who has you freeing his sizeable manhood, letting the appendage thud against this pelvis before gripping it in your small hands. In awe, you glide your thumb over the engorged head, slick with pre, before licking your palms and running them up and down his length, the rush of excitement running up his shaft all the more obvious within your grasp.

Affair Partner Toji who has you bobbing up and down beneath the table, taking him down your windpipe like the good little slut he’s forcing you to be. You haven’t done anything like this in so long that you’re both out of practice and out of breath.

Affair Partner Toji whose hand pushes down on the back of your head, forcing all of himself down your throat to silence your slurping noises while the waitress drops off your food. She doesn’t take notice of your empty seat but does give a flirty smile, to which he winks as if you’re not below the table with his dick stuffing your face.

Affair Partner Toji who lets go and allows only a second of reprieve before he’s shoving you down again, ordering you to play with yourself till he cums. Your fingers travel between your legs, circling around your nerve bundle as you take every inch he gives you with your mouth. Your throat flutters with your excitement, each stroke building upon the last.

Affair Partner Toji who all out fucks your face, not caring how loud it is or how obvious he’s being. He chooses this back table for a reason and he’s not going to apologize for his motives. His hot ropes spring into your throat as you twist on the floor, bringing yourself over the edge from the sheer detached abuse. You aren’t a date, you’re a toy, and something about that satiated all the pent-up need that you didn’t realize was collecting in your body for years. 

Affair Partner Toji who looks down at you, viewing your slightly glazed-over eyes and wiping the drool spilling from your lips. “Swallow.” Your throat bobs as you obey. “Now you may come up and join me.” You slide back into the seat of the booth, fixing your hair made messy by Toji’s hands, praying that it’s not too obvious what you just did, however, the pesky chain connecting your breasts is rather obvious through the tight fabric and you long to take it off. “Don’t you dare.” he threatens as he catches your eyes wandering down.

Affair Partner Toji who allows you to finish your meal and orders dessert to-go but as the waitress boxes up the dish and returns with the staggering bill, pulls one last trick from his pocket, cuffing your hands behind your back and hiding the evidence by draping his coat over your shoulders. 

Affair Partner Toji who doesn’t give a fuck that you’re married. He walks you through the restaurant as if he owns you, guiding you to his car where he opens the door and buckles you in. He then pulls down your underwear and pulls out your breasts, clamps and all, for the ride home.

Affair Partner Toji whose member stiffens in his pants when you’re stopped at a red light. The men in the car next to you are staring at your chest through the window, your eyes staring straight ahead in shame. “Let them see, baby. Everyone deserves a peak.” he coos as you look to him with pleading eyes. His thumb casually grazes the sensitive skin causing you to flinch. The men in the car next to you laugh, their own pants tightening at your whorish display.

Affair Partner Toji who finally gets you home, the seams of his pants straining from how hard he is. He rounds the car and opens the door, leaning down to unbuckle you. “Time to open up.” he says, lifting the links between your chest and resting them in your mouth. “Close” he states as you bite down on the silver before he tosses you over his shoulder as like the spoils of war, your underwear slide down to your ankles, caught only by the straps of your heeled shoes. 

Affair Partner Toji who slaps the flesh of your behind on his way to the bed, the excitement overwhelming him. He is sooooo ready to bury himself in your gummy cavern, his member is practically pulsing from the anticipation.

Affair Partner Toji who lays you on the bed, instructing you to let your special little necklace go and use your dirty mouth to wet him. He bullies his way past your lips the second they open, once more cutting off your air supply and making you choke. 

Affair Partner Toji who plunges between your legs, watching how your face morphs into an expression of pure pleasure as your weeping little cunt is stuffed with his size. He begins to lightly stroke, taunting you as he admires how your essence glistens around his shaft. 

Affair Partner Toji who has you squirming beneath him, feeling crazed by his relentless teasing as his languid strokes don’t quite satisfy what you need from him. 

Affair Partner Toji who stills himself, earning a whine from you before he cruelly removes the clamps from your sore buds. The lift in pressure is painful, causing you to constrict around him as you yelp. His pointed tongue drags over the area, so sensitive from the prolonged abuse that your back snaps into a bow while you continue to close in around him.

Affair Partner Toji who is spurred on by how tight you are, clearly underused by your husband. He begins to pound into you with impressive speed as you lay on your back, helplessly restrained, while he steadily folds you in half, more and more.

Affair Partner Toji who flips you onto your knees, your face squishing into the mattress, nearly breaking your neck from the power of his thrusts. While he enjoys playing this little game with women, something about the way you wrap around him feels so good that it makes him painfully hard, even now as he fucks you into the mattress.

Affair Partner Toji whose strength makes for unimaginable stamina, the extreme pace and power of his thrusts continue for a relentless amount of time.

Affair Partner Toji who picks you up like you weigh nothing, and continues to drive in while supporting your entire weight. Your cuffed hands straining against the metal, desperate to steady yourself instead of being tossed around like a ragdoll.

Affair Partner Toji who throws you back on the bed, your ass high in the air as your knees come up to your ears, just to stuff you from above, jackrabbiting into you till your legs shake from compounding orgasms.

Affair Partner Toji who pushes you beyond your limits, overstimulating you and degrading you for being his little nympho, his fingers exploring your sensitive spots, whirling around your clit like it were a joystick, causing you to spasm within his grip.

Affair Partner Toji who lays you back down, his mouth wandering your neck, chest, and ribs, kissing each part of your skin with buttery soft lips that leave tingles in their wake and cause you center to flutter.

Affair Partner Toji who finishes with punctuated thrusts, dizzying your mind and causing you to see stars. Your breathing comes ragged and your cries are loud.

Affair Partner Toji who paints your chest with his spend before dipping his finger in it and feeding it to you for a second time.

Affair Partner Toji who cleans you up and releases your cuffs. He brings the dessert in the to-go container over to you, two forks in hand, so that you may share the treat in bed together.

Affair Partner Toji who pretends to be your Uber driver when he takes you home. He carries you to the door and hands you off to your husband because your legs are rendered useless and you both have to play it off like you got too drunk at the party.

Affair Partner Toji who smiles to himself when he sees that your husband looks nothing like him yet feels a pang of possessive jealousy that he’s never known before.

Affair Partner Toji who was your standard fuck boy but woke up praying you’d messaged him between last night and this morning. Something about you is setting up camp in his mind and he can't shake this feeling that you should belong to him.

Affair Partner Toji who wears a shit-eating grin when he sees that you’re already begging for more.  

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Geto as Your Next Door Neighbor

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Geto x Single Mom F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of pregnancy, masturbating, suggestive content

Word Count: 1124

Next Door Neighbor Geto who is used to women throwing themselves at him but knows the more beautiful the woman, the more she uses her beauty for her own gain

Next Door Neighbor Geto who has no interest in a woman’s games so he keeps to himself, even when he sees you move in across the hall.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who thought he was impervious to feminine charm but, to his own annoyance, finds himself looking out his peep hole, searching for a reason to bump into you.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who can’t help himself from watching you every day. He is hypnotized by your kind and beautiful appearance and through his spying, he realizes you’re a single mother to a little girl.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who steps out into the hall one day when he hears you desperately trying to shush your little one to no avail, offering to hold the toddler while you grab your keys. It’s not the first time he’s seen you overwhelmed by your solitary role but it is the first time he’s had the guts to intervene. You’ve seen the hulking man in passing and always thought he was handsome, but you’ve never spoken to him and are absolutely humiliated that this was your first real interaction with him.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who is pleasantly surprised to find a thank you package of homemade cookies and fudge on his doorstep the next day. Though he doesn’t normally eat sweets to maintain his excellent physique, if they’re from you, he’ll make an exception.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who pretends to have a mail mix up just so he can find a reason to talk to you again. When you answer the door and let him in, he sees you require several visits from the building’s super who isn’t great at responding to maintenance requests.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who spends the next entire Saturday at your place with his toolkit, fixing anything you point your finger at while your toddler, Sarah, brings him her baggies of apple slices and animal crackers to quench his appetite. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who stays for dinner when you offer to feed him, remembering how good your baking is. He’s happy to have an excuse to stay behind, longing to spend more time with you.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who laughs when your daughter refuses to eat her mac and cheese, taking the fork from your hand and shoveling the pasta into Sarah’s mouth for you. Amazingly, she chooses to be well behaved for him, a stranger, but not for you. While he finds this amusing, you find it confounding and wonder what makes him so special.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who got free tickets to the zoo from his work and asks if you and Sarah would like to join him. When you grab the carseat from the back of your sedan, he’s already figuring out how it will fit in his back seat. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who intimidates most people but is beloved by your daughter as if he’s her biological father. She holds his hand and reaches for him to pick her up, trusting him when he tells her to pet the animals.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who just can’t seem to go back to his apartment at the end of the day because he can’t spend enough time with you and Sarah. He asks if he can come over for a movie before Sarah goes to bed and you agree, unable to turn down his request.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who watches from the door as you tuck your daughter in, reading her a bedtime story and kissing her nose before turning on her white noise machine and constellation light. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who joins you for a nightcap, listening to you excitedly tell him all about your new job and recent move, committing every word to memory.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who goes home and jerks off to the thought of you, feeling his core burn with desire at the idea of making you a mother again. He imagines how he’ll stuff you with his seed and care for you as your belly grows. His brow, sweating at the image of your swole breasts full of milk. He can’t help how hard he cums from his unstoppable runaway thoughts, the tissue soaked from his spend.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who invites himself to your home everyday, playing with Sarah and joining you for dinner before talking till bedtime, looking for his opening to express how he feels about you. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who wishes you goodnight as he passes through your front door only to turn around and spontaneously kiss you. The gesture so unexpected it makes you dizzy and knocks you off your feet. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who doesn’t let you fall because his hands are already grabbing you and roaming the outline of your body. He supports the back of your head while his other hand grabs a fistful of your sweatpants, pulling you flush against his bulky chest. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who comes to his full height during the kiss, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his torso. He then carries you over to the kitchen counter so he can grind up into you like he does in his dreams. The warmth of your center radiating through the fabric against his stiffening bulge and driving him wild. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who doesn’t take it further despite your soft pleas because he wants to take you on a proper date first, stating that you’re too precious to be treated like the little slut you’re trying to be for him.

Next Door Neighbor Geto who won’t change his mind, making sure you agree to go to dinner first before continuing the searing make out session, dying to be inside of those pulsing walls that he can feel clenching around nothing through your pants. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who finds it hard to pull away but forces himself to amid your panting. He’s going to start this thing off the right way and he’s not going to let his dick ruin this by jumping the gun. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who stands outside your door the next night dressed in a black button up and khaki dress pants, holding a bouquet of flowers when you answer the door in a high-neck black leather dress. 

Next Door Neighbor Geto who realizes he’s head over heals in love and completely fucked from just the greeting.

“Hi” you ring as you rake him up and down with your eyes.

“Hi” he rumbles back, lust dripping from the single word alone.

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Sukuna as an Affair Partner

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, anal, bondage, spanking, overstimulation

Word Count: 1022

Affair Partner Sukuna who makes his intentions known from the moment you first meet in your office.

Affair Partner Sukuna who does not mind the rejection when you tell him you are married. Instead he has this knowing smirk on his face like he already planned what would happen next.

Affair Partner Sukuna who coordinated a project at work that involved you specifically.

Affair Partner Sukuna who loves when you wear your sexy little work outfits, especially the one with the black leather pencil skirt. Your ass looked so large and smooth. He wanted to grab it and lay you over his knee when you protest his actions.

Affair Partner Sukuna who innocently brushes up against your backside, stealing your breath as he passes behind you during a luncheon. The provocation creating its intentional lasting impact on your mind.

Affair Partner Sukuna who invades your every spare thought. Your mind wanders to him constantly. Remembering his touches and glances whenever you are alone, so much so that you could not stop your fingers from texting him late at night.

Affair Partner Sukuna who knew it’d come to this. It was only a matter of time before you sought him out. He immediately settles into his role as the disruptor of your marriage, savoring the way you timidly comply with his requests

Affair Partner Sukuna who told you to send him a video of you fingering yourself and then licking the digits clean. You sneak to the bathroom when your husband is home and send the clip as asked. Sukuna saves the video and follows up with additional pervy requests, his cock straining in his pants from how erotic you look, your eyes giving away how badly you need this release.

Affair Partner Sukuna who chose which of your panties you’d wear to work. Midmorning he whispers in your ear to meet him by the downstairs vending machines where he presses you up against the wall, making out with you where you might get caught by someone. His hand tugs up your dress and pulls down the hand-picked lace to gain access to your slit.

Affair Partner Sukuna whose thick fingers sink into your hole, leaving your knees weak as you brace yourself against the wall, clinging to it and Sukuna for balance as he steals your clarity and replaces it with a perverted fog.

Affair Partner Sukuna who gets you to cum for him with just his hands while he grinds his boner into your leg, giving you a good idea of what’s to come before pulling your panties all the way off and pocketing them. He warns you that you’ll have to walk around the office for the rest of the day with your fluids leaking out and smearing between your thighs, much to your humiliation. 

Affair Partner Sukuna who only waits a week before he has you pressed up against that same vending machine, biting your lip to keep from screaming as he pounds into you. His mouth is hot next to your ear, giving you a private serenade as he groans in pleasure from cumming in your velvet walls. 

Affair Partner Sukuna who meets you at your house when your husband isn’t home. His knock on the front door is the most thrilling sound, making your heart stop as you trot over to answer it. The devious smile he wore upon your meeting two months ago is centered on his face as you greet him.

Affair Partner Sukuna who wastes no time disrobing your body and pushing you down on the bed where he sees you have obediently laid out the specified toys he instructed you to get. He slaps on your collar and cuffs before licking your back hole and sinking a plug into your puckered rear. 

Affair Partner Sukuna who spits on you, his filthy little slut, before spearing you on his length, bending you in half and pistoning into you as he reddens your ass with his palm.

Affair Partner Sukuna who has you shaking below him, your orgasm so intense that your body is quaking, when he decides to push you further by grabbing your vibrator. You squirm in your restraints when he tugs you back against him as he places the pulsing bulb flat into your nerve bundle.

Affair Partner Sukuna whose mean little game has your body stiffen like a board before his cock resumes it’s bruising pace against your lower lips. You shriek as you climax before he's stilling to pull out the gem glistening between your ass cheeks.

Affair Partner Sukuna who presses his tip against your closing back door till it stretches around him, accommodating his girth as you squeal in protest, straining against your cuffs. He ignores your reaction, instead stroking into your rear, flipping a switch and unlocking your inner nympho as his mushroom head grazes against a new pleasure point.

Affair Partner Sukuna who is so unrelenting in his pursuit to make you cum that he causes you to nearly pass out with how hard you orgasm and steals your ability to walk. Then as if in a twisted game, he leaves his cum in your ass knowing you’ll panic when your husband comes home. Grinning at the shame you'll feel leaking the essence of another man right in front of him.

Affair Partner Sukuna who recorded the entire thing and impulsively sends it to your husband, his mind, clouded with lustful possession. He knew after the first time you fucked that you belonged to him now and he isn’t about to give your spouse a chance to win you back. 

Affair Partner Sukuna who swings on your husband when he comes home in a jealous rage. Protecting you since you can't stand up or run as a result of your activity. Your body is stuck cowering on the bed as he tries to tower over you but Sukuna isn’t having any of it. His knuckles catch your husband’s jaw and send him flying backward, falling on the floor as Sukuna stands over him, his foot on your husband’s neck.

Affair Partner Sukuna who threatens your husband, leading to a quick and easy divorce so you can live out your happily ever after with the right man. 

Affair Partner Sukuna whose continued antics almost get you caught at work, especially when your wrists are bruised and his cum begins to seep through the fabric of your dress during a presentation. The obvious wet spot giving the entire room the 411 on how rough you like your adorable cunt to be stuffed during work hours.

Affair Partner Sukuna who watches the thirstful faces of his colleagues and is proud to call you his girlfriend after months of plotting to break up your marriage.

Geto as Your Next Door Neighbor

Geto as Your Affair Partner

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