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You, Me & Malaysia - Nanami Kento

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mlist<3 | smut | MDI

2 months later 

“Yes, the rocking chair right there.” You smiled at the movers. Kento and you had finally moved to Malaysia and you were 8 months pregnant. Your husband refused to let you do any work unless you were bossing someone around, including him. “Kento, I’m hungry.” You groaned, “okay dear, let me get you something to snack on for the mean time.” He says, as he opens the lunch box he prepared for the move. “Here’s some peanut butter crackers.” He says, handing it to you. “Ughhhhh I want pizza.” You groan, “I know I know, we are almost finished dear.” He kisses your cheek, finishing up the last bit of furniture. You saw the way his muscles bulged as he wore a light blue v neck, and jeans. You felt your core heat up like as if the moment you peered at the man, something turned on.

You hadn’t realized that the last time you and Kento were intimate, was before he went to Shibuya. With his injury, and the moving, and all the baby stuff, it wasn’t something you thought about, until this very moment, when you saw your husband naturally flexing. You looked at his back, seeing the definition, and the way he was sculpted, he had been working out everyday since before Shibuya. “Damn when did my husband ass get so juicy.” You said out loud not realizing you actually thought out loud. You instantly covered your mouth, and your husband looked back at you and chuckled. “You good baby?” He sees your ears and cheek redden. “I’m fine.” You say shyly, sitting on the freshly built bed, as you squeezed your thighs together. “You look kind of red, are you sure you’re good?” He laughs, he knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew exactly how you were feeling. Standing up he waltz’s over to you, standing in between your legs. “You’re a little hot right now.” He touches your forehead. “I’m not just hot on my forehead.” You mumble. “Oh is that so? Where else would you be hot?” He smirks. You felt your cheeks blush. “Kenny— don’t tease me please.” You moan, pushing your clothed heat to his upper leg, you felt the muscles there flex and tense up. “You want to do this now? With people in the house?” He questions with a chuckle. You nod— “Just shut and lock the door.” You moan into his ear, biting it gently. You see the way his eyes instantly widen and they start to blow out in lust. “Oh you nasty nasty woman.” He groaned, clutching onto his cock. Your husband stood up, walking out the bedroom door, you sat there puzzled at his sudden disappearance.

“Hey guys, you guys are good. If everything is in the house, I’ll finish it up.” Kento says to the movers, who had just put in the last bit of furniture. You hear the men thank your husband, and wish him luck. You hear his feet walking into the room. “I should shower first.” He kisses your cheek. “Kento…” you moan. “I’ve been moving furniture all day, let me just freshen up.” He says, walking to the bathroom. You had already set everything up, while the men did all the heavy work.

You hear the shower run, and hear him going in. You stand up, waddling into the bathroom, stripping, getting in the shower with him. “Now what are you doing?” He laughs. “I’m freshening up.” You wink. As you soap up your body puff, rubbing it against your breast. “Baby.” He moans, leaning down to kiss you. “Kenny, touch me.” You moan, spreading your legs a little, putting his burned hand against your core. “Y/n, the burns don’t scare you?” He questions. You frown, “Kento, burns or no burns, you’re sexy as fuck. Honestly the burns are just a reminder to me that my husband is a fucking bad ass.” You smile, kissing his lips. “What about my eye?” He questions. You didn’t see his eye a lot because of his patch, but you saw the scarred eyelid, and the way the eyelashes didn’t all grow back, only a few. “I love your eyes.” You smile, pulling his face down, to kiss his scarred eye. He smiled, kissing you. "Unless you just don't love me anymore." You say smartly, trying to get a rise out of him. "You haven't touched me in a little while, you think you still know how to take care of your aching, deprived, wife?" You tease, poking his pecs. "You been so focused on the gym, that maybe you are just a muscle brain now, and forgot all about how to please your wi-" You said before your husband turned off the water and stepping out the shower, pulling your arm out the shower. "Dry off, I don't need you getting sick." He says in a strained voice, you looked down at his fully erect cock, it was throbbing and pre cum was leaking from the tip. "Kento." You neverously chuckled as you saw his jaw clench. "Get. Dried. Off. Now." He says louder this time. You knew what that tone of voice meant, your husband who had probably the hardest year of his life, he was not going to fully restrain himself, he was going to remind you of the man you married, and the only reason why your husband would not destroy you right then and there, is because of the unborn child you are carrying.

You quickly grabbed the towel, drying yourself off, your husband watched as he stroked his cock, you watched as he dried his hair with another towel, and then threw it to the side. As soon as you got done, he picked you up, then tossing you on the bed. "Kento!" You yelped. "Shut the fuck up." He hissed. He leaned over you, his mouth to your ear. "You think just because it's been a while and that you're pregnant, I would forget so easily? Let me remind you exactly who you are talking to." He hisses. In a swift movement, he dragged your bum to the edge at the bed, and spread your folds apart, instantly attaching his mouth to your hot wet core. "Ah, Ken-" You moan instantly, "Ah, ah, ah. Address me accordingly." He slaps your thigh. "Daddy- more." You moan in frustration. "Good girl." He smirks, sucking your clit, you felt his index finger push into your tight hole, thrusting, adding a second finger, you felt him curl his fingers up at your g-spot. "Oh fuck- right there!" You groan out. "Yeeeesssss." You roll your eyes back, arching your back. At that moment you completely forgot you were even pregnant, so when you go to look at your husband, you couldn't see him from your bump. Kento thrusted his fingers quicker, sucking your clit so deliciously- "Daddy yes, right there baby." You moan out, wrapping your legs around his neck. “You taste so good.” Nanami groans into your cunt. “Missed it so much.” He slurps. He curled his fingers perfectly into your cunt. You felt your orgasm coming close. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You moaned loudly, at that moment you felt wetness squirt out of you, and when your orgasmed subsided, you saw your husband lean up, and your juices dripping down his face. “Baby, I’m so sorry” you cover your face in embarrassment. “Do it again.” He groaned, stroking his cock to your heat. “Squirt on my cock baby.” He moaned as he lined himself up to your hot core. “You teased me so much, doubting that I could please you. This is evidence that I know your body more than you do.” He sucked on your neck, leaving love marks. “Kentooooo, fuck me please.” You groan. Your husband lifted you up, turning you over, and putting pillows around you to get comfortable. “Arch that back for me baby. You comfy?” He questions sweetly. You nod in approval, and that’s when you start to feel your husbands cock entering into you slowly. “Fuck— you’re so big daddy.” You moan out. Kento lost all restraint from just these mere words, he stuffed you full, thrusting roughly and quickly into your tight cunt. “Fuck— yes yes.” He groaned, holding your hips and slamming into you. You hadn’t felt this good in months, you missed the way his hands held you, and the way his cock fit into so perfectly. “Dirty mama, you’re bad bad bad. Gotta teach my girl a lesson.” He thrust harshly, “Yes daddy, yes.” You moan, laying your head on the mattress while your husband is throwing his head back moaning. “Fuck I’m close.” He groans, your husband was relentless when he was thrusting in and out, he was chasing something he hadn't felt in months, with his movements getting sloppy. You feel him wrap his arms around, turning you over on your back, and he’s rubbing your clit while brutally pounding into you, you’re moaning so loud that you wouldn’t be surprised if anyone heard from miles away. This was true bliss, finally you were feeling your husband after months. Feeling the burning stretch, feeling the way he was flicking your nipples with his index finger and thumb. Finally after a few thrust, you were squirting all over your husbands cock, and he came deep inside. Pulling out, he watched as his seed dripped out your cunt. He smiled, feeling proud of himself.

"Oh how this sight is my favorite." He groans, you sit up to look at your husband. The man, who just had his release was once again hard, and pulsating with need. "You better take a breath, we are not done." He smirked, your husband lifted you up, your back was against his chest, and he had both his arms under your legs. "Watch as I fill you once again, grab my cock baby, line it up for me." He bites your ear. "Oh Kenny." You moan, grabbing his cock form under your belly, lining it up to your core. You could not fathom how your husband was lifting you and your pregnant belly up right now. All you thought about was how thankful you were he worked out as much as he did.

"Watch baby, watch our union." He whispers into your ear, as he thrust up into you, hitting your G-spot so beautifully. You instantly moan out in pleasure, taking the overstimulation, the tightness in your stomach was wanting to snap once again. He thrusted into you again and again, rubbing your clit while thrusting into you. You looked away, shy at the presence of you two's union. "I am showing you how much I know your body, don't you want to see? You must see for yourself my dear." He nipped at your shoulder. You felt your release fast approaching, "So close Ken." You moan out, watching him thrust into your red puffy cunt. "Me too, watch how I fill you, watch how I show you my love for you." He groans. This man was truly a romantic. And finally after that, he released once again, and pulled his softening cock out, and then holding you bridal style.

“Let me run you a bath my love.” He smiles kissing you gently, your body had gone limp, and you had no energy but to smile, and lay your head on his sweaty chest.

Everything was different than it was 6 months ago, you worried about Kento and wanting to get back into the field, but after you saw the way he held both of yours healthy baby BOY, and living in Malaysia, living the life you both always dreamed, you knew he could never go back to that life.

“I love you Kento, burns and all. You are my husband, my friend, my one and only.” You smiled as you drifted off to sleep with the baby boy named Haibara in your arms. He smiled, slipping off his eye patch and kissing your cheek. “I love you too angel.” He kisses your forehead before he fell asleep, holding you and his new baby boy.

[gojo-enthusiast]

“You, Me & Malaysia” — Nanami Kento

Read Part 2 Here

mlist<3 | possible spoiler | part one | slight smut | canon

"I'm home my love." Your husband says as he takes his shoes off at the front door, as he tilts his head up, you are rushing over to him, and jumping into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Ahhh, don't ever ever ever leave me again for those stupid mission trips!" You groan, as you kiss your husband all over his face. "I know, I told them how I feel about overtime, but this was as lot heavier than normal." He says kissing you back gently, as he says that, you notice the bandage around his arm. "Ken, what happened?" You try to get down, but he clings to you closer. "Shoko fixed me up, I just haven't had time to take it off." He smiles, kissing your lips. "Kento, when are you going to quit this god forsaken job, we have enough money baby." You said, squeezing him in a hug, and placing your head in the crook of his neck. He walked over to the couch, sat down while you were still cradled to him. You and your husband always would talk about your dreams of moving away, away from the Jujutsu world, and finally start a family of your own.

"Kento..." You huffed out, little tears peeking out, "What is it my love?" He coos, wiping the tears from your cheek. "What if I got pregnant, and you're still doing this?" You questioned, a hint of nervousness filling you. You had found out you were pregnant yesterday when going to your Doctor, you guys hadn’t been trying, but you two weren’t necessarily not trying. You feel his hands squeeze you reassuringly, kissing your cheek "Well, then I would quit, and we could move to Malasyia, like what we have always talked about." He smiles. "What if I am pregnant?" You questioned a little more bluntly. "y/n." He says, with his eyes widening. "Ken- I'm pregnant." You say as you pull out the photo from your pocket. Tears start flowing out of your husband’s eyes, as he embraces you. "I'll talk to Satoru tomorrow." He smiles, kissing your lips. "I'm gonna be a dad, and you're gonna be a momma." He smiles. In that moment you feel something hard pushing at your heat. "Kento?" You look down at his groin. "Just imagining you full with my baby, I can't wait." He groans, thrusting upward.

Satoru agreed to Kento’s departure of Jujutsu High, but he asked for Kento to stay til the end of the year. Satoru knew Kento was reliable, and he was a good mentor for Yuji, he needed him the most right now. Especially after Suguru passed, everyone was on more of an alert than usual.

You were now 6 months pregnant, it was Halloween and your husband got called to Shibuya. Your anxiety filled you as you watched your husband getting dressed, in his normal blue button up, and leopard tie. Your stomach was aching, and it wasn’t from the baby moving and kicking. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He kisses you, then kisses your belly. "Kento, I beg of you, please don't go." You start to cry, the anxiety filling you. "It's my last mission, I already spoke to Satoru today, after this, I’m done. I promise after this, I will never live that life anymore." He embraces you as you held onto him. He kissed you all over your face, smiling before kissing your nose and then lips.

You didn’t know much of what was going on, you waited by your phone, getting updates here and there from Shoko. But then— radio silence. You waited and waited until finally your phone rang, picking it up immediately you see Shoko’s name—

The conversation started slow and calm, until you shouted for her to spit it out. "Y/n, Kento was badly hurt, burns all on his right side. Luckily I got to him before anything else could happened. The stitched face curse almost got to him, luckily Itadori got there in time." Shoko musters out. "But, Satoru has been sealed. Suguru is back, but it’s not Suguru, Sukuna wiped out part of Shibuya. But for Kento, to be frank with you y/n, once Kento is cleared, you guys need to get out, for the sake of you, him, and the baby." Shoko says, as she takes a drag of her cigarette. "Were you able to heal my husband?” You croaked out. "Yes, but the scaring is inevitable. He lost his right eye, but his skin is only scarred." Shoko repsonded. You muttered an okay, and eventually you hung up, and waited for your husband to come home. You called him, texted him, left him little voice memos, sent him videos of you and the bump. “Baby misses you daddy. Come home soon.” You would smile. Finally after 3 days of sending messages you saw the read receipts, “He finally has read it.” You smiled to yourself. Seeing the reply bubble appearing then disappearing. Finally within a few minutes, a response—

Kento: Darling, I am awake. Shoko informed me she called you and told you what has occurred here in Shibuya. I am okay, and will be home soon. I love you very much, we will talk more soon.

Kento: I miss you.

you read the messages your husband sent at 2AM. You hadn't slept much in days, worried about if your husband would try to go back to the mission.

You: Kenny, I miss you greatly, please come home soon to me and the baby.

You responded short and sweet, the last thing you wanted to do was stress out your husband.

Nanami: I will, let's move away once I'm back.

You: I'd love that.

It had been a week since he had woken up, he was in recovery with Shoko, but the day finally came that he would get to come home. You cooked his favorite meal, and bought his favorite sweet bread. You heard his keys jingle, and the knob turn, and the moment he walked in, you saw the way half of him, from his face to his arm was burned, the black eyepatch covering his missing eye. You wobbled quickly to your husband, and some how your body had this strength, you jumped up into his arms, holding onto him. "hi my darling." He smiled, kissing your wet cheeks, "Kento, oh how I have missed you." You cried, as you kissed his burned healed skin. "My husband, I have missed you so much." You repeated, crying into his embrace. He held you close to him, weeping onto your shoulder.

It was like that for quite some time, tears, kisses, embracing one another. “I don’t ever want to be apart again.” He mumbled into your shoulder. This was the first time you had felt your husband’s tears drip down.

You both sat on the couch eating dinner, he pulled you close to his body, wanting to feel you as close as possible, you could sense the uneasiness in his actions, when you stood up to grab something to drink or a napkin, he was quick to stand up with you and follow you like a puppy. "How's the food Kento?" You question. "So good, better than what Shoko cooks." He chuckles. You felt anxiety fill your heart as you thought about Gojo being sealed. "Kento, what is going to happen since Satoru is sealed?" You huffed out, "I don't care, I'm done with that life. They have sorcerers far stronger than me.” He grunts as he puts his plate down. “Kento, you’re strong.” You say, “not strong enough.” He huffs out. “My love, Shibuya was an unfortunate circumstance. A lot of people there who are “stronger than you”, were hurt. I mean fucking Satoru got sealed!” You huff out annoyed, and frustrated. “You’re strong, so don’t say some stupid shit like that to me.” You look away, feeling your eyes trickle in tears again. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been hard on myself.” He lowered his head. “It’s okay Kenny.” You smiled, kissing his burned hand. “Baby— let’s move away now.” You smiled, looking up at your teary eyed husband. “Let’s do it.” He smiled back, kissing you and pulling you back into his arms.

“Let’s go to Malaysia.”

[gojo-enthusiast]

“WHERE IS MY WIFE?”

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: curses & curse users have discovered satoru’s greatest weakness, and it’s you, satoru’s sweet, ordinary housewife. after getting kidnapped by gojo’s enemies, he’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ only - mdni - slightly dark content // brief smut, fem reader, feral gojo, canon-typical violence, reader gets kidnapped, reader is wounded/has injuries, angst, fluff/comfort

♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5K

♡ —𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I’d count grains of sand if it meant I could spend one minute alone with feral gojo (:

As evening fell, and after a delicious dinner was eaten at the dining table downstairs, Satoru was in the mood for something else now — you.

His pretty housewife would be his dessert.

The apple pie you baked was sitting on the dark marbled counter of the kitchen island, two big slices missing — and the vanilla ice cream tub in the freezer had, of course, two hefty spherical digs in it where the cold treat was scooped out — but, even after his stomach was stuffed after a hard day of fighting curses and teaching his students, Satoru’s head was buried in between your soft thighs, satisfying his other craving.

As your husband moaned softly, his tongue danced around your aching clit. His large hand massaged your thigh. The moonlight pouring in through the big bedroom window shined upon his wedding ring, making it glisten as he rubbed your delicate skin.

“I’ll never get tired of tasting you,” Satoru smiled a bit, his warm breath patting against your wet folds.

“You were made just for me. God, I love it. I love you.”

Two long fingers sunk into your awaiting hole. He attached his soft lips to your clit, sucking on it.

One of your hands gripped at the luxurious pale-cerulean sheets, while your other hand gripped his hair, fingers getting lost in his white locks.

“Satoru!” A sharp moan escaped your dried throat.

Every little noise you made — every moan, every squeak of the thick mattress — it all boasted his desire to please you.

He didn’t stop his licking-sucking-fingering combo until your legs were trembling around his head and he was satisfied with tasting your juices.

Only after devouring your pussy like a starving man feasting on a buffet-style dinner did he rise from his position and make his way across the bed, hovering over you.

With a smile, Satoru leaned down and planted a soft kiss against your lips. But, when he pulled away, he was met with an amused look of disgust.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, furrowing his brows a bit.

“You just kissed me after eating me out,” you said with a little, playful grimace. “That’s nasty.”

“Mrs. Gojo, I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but hush.” Satoru lightly tapped your forehead. “You have swallowed plenty of my-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” shaking your head, you cut off your husband’s naughty sentence, pressing your hand against his lips.

The corners of your mouth burned as you tried to fight off a smile. His latest affectionate nickname was Mrs. Gojo — although it truly wasn’t a nickname due to it technically being your name now — and at every given opportunity, he addressed you that way.

Even after two years of marriage, he was as excited as a freshly wedded man. Your love was a never-ending honeymoon.

You stared into Satoru’s striking blue eyes. He darted his gaze across your gorgeous face, illuminated by the moonlight, and as you ran your fingers through his white hair and he ran his thumb across your cheek, both of you close enough to feel the gentle pats of each other’s breaths on your mesmerizing faces, you both fell in love with each other just a bit more — if that was even possible.

“Can I fuck you now?”

Satoru’s question made a sudden chuckle spilled out from between your lips. He couldn’t help but laugh too.

“You’re a buffoon. I’m trying to admire your beauty and that’s what you open your mouth to say?” You playfully frowned.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a human being call another human being a buffoon out loud before.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes humorously. “We need to do our skincare routine first. We have to do it an hour before we go to bed or else we might just rub all the product off. I read that somewhere.”

“Why didn’t we do it before we got into bed in the first place?” Satoru buried his head in the crook of your neck, pouting, but taking a moment to press a little kiss onto your skin.

“Because you were acting as if you were dying of poison and eating me out was the antidote, so I forgot.” you giggled softly.

“Fine, fine,” your husband slowly rolled off of you in defeat. “Skincare routine, nothing more. Please don’t start trying to organize the bath towels.”

“I’m not making any promises,” you said, getting out of bed and following Satoru into the master bathroom.

There, you and your husband stood in front of the big mirror, cleansing and moisturizing your skin as you both chatted about his students, a movie you watched three days ago, and your breakfast plans in the morning.

And it was those sweet little moments that made Satoru’s heart skip a beat. As he flickered his eyes over to your reflection, watching your smother smooth white cream all over your face as you rambled on about a new egg recipe, he couldn’t help but think about how much he loved you.

—

6:00 A.M.

That night ended with soft sex and gentle kisses.

That morning, Satoru’s white eyelashes fluttered open to the early morning sun starting to rise, casting rays through the drawn window curtains and across his comforter.

He squinted his eyes and yawned.

Typically, he was the sort of man who would never wake up at the ungodly hour if he could help it, but the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling eggs had traveled from the kitchen downstairs to right underneath his nose.

Tossing on his blue houseboat, the grumpy-faced man dragged himself into the kitchen, greeting you with a slightly gruff morning voice and a messy head of hair.

“Good morning, baby,” Satoru walked around the kitchen island and loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “How’d you sleep? I had a nightmare.”

With a spatula in one hand, you flipped the omelet in the skillet on the six-burner stove. With the other hand, you rubbed his arm, enjoying the warmth his hovering hug had brought.

“I slept alright,” you said. “Did the smell wake you up?”

“Always does,” he smiled lazily although you couldn’t see it.

“Well, your drink’s ready,” you gave a nod in the general direction of the silver espresso machine, which hummed as it brewed Satoru’s steamy beverage.

“I don’t deserve you,” Satoru’s arms hugged you tighter, and he showered the side of your head with kisses.

“Stop it,” your sweet laughter only egged him on as you clenched the spatula and leaned back against him even more. “No fooling around when we’re this close to the stove.”

Satoru eventually backed away after giving you one final kiss against your forehead temple.

“If all goes well, I should be back home tomorrow before dark, then we can check out that new restaurant. What do you say? I personally think it’s time for a date.”

The image of you and Satoru sipping on wine and as you wore your favorite dress flashed in your mind, and you smiled. A date night was certainly something to look forward to in light of Satoru’s overnight trip.

Sorcering duties had often taken him on distant work trips. Truth be told, you were lucky his departure would only last around twenty-four hours and not twenty-four days. Although you missed him whenever he would leave, you understood his choice of career. He was a hero.

You happened to be an ordinary human being. You couldn’t see curses. You couldn’t use cursed energy or cursed techniques, but you were fine with that.

“A date sounds fun! I’m excited now.” You took the omelet out of the skillet and placed it on a nearby plate. “And we’re making time to try out that new pottery class too. It sounds like such a cute date idea, don’t you think so?”

“I’m with you. I’ll make the reservations for the restaurant, you can schedule us for pottery-making.” This time, he was the one blissfully picturing you and him spinning messy clay with him sitting behind you and reaching around your body for the pottery wheel, your fingers intertwined as you both created a pot. Satoru smiled at the thought. “Anyway, now that you’re done cooking, can I kiss you?”

You nodded with a cheeky grin, and your husband pressed his lips against yours sweetly.

It was as if some part of him was frightened that he would never get the opportunity to kiss you again.

—

8:37 P.M.

The bright light far above your head flickered briefly as you stood in the pasta aisle at your local grocery store, but you hadn’t noticed it, too fixated on the different brands of spaghetti noodles lying on the shelf above you.

Shopping at night wasn’t preferable, but only after tossing together a simmering pan of sauce did you realize you hadn’t started boiling your noodles yet.

And, with your pot of simmering water ready, you opened the cabinet to see no noodles.

So, here you were, making a last-minute, unplanned trip to the grocery store.

By now, the only sort of pasta noodles left were the ones that a person of average height couldn’t reach. Every box was too high.

You turned your head to the left and to the right.

You even bothered to walk down a few aisles to search for an employee or anyone who might have been tall enough to reach your needed item, but the only other person staggering around was an older blonde-haired woman who was shorter than you were.

Frowning in frustration, you returned to the pasta aisle.

If you had to climb the shelves, so be it.

Suddenly, a kind voice spoke over the calming public-friendly background music playing softly in the store.

“Need some help?”

Whipping your head around, you saw a person — a taller person, thank goodness — who had a smile that was just as sweet as his voice.

“Yes, thank you!” You found that his grin was rather contagious, as you ended up smiling as well. “I just need the spaghetti noodles on the top shelf. Any brand will do.”

The beaming man with long, dark hair stepped forward, and you moved to the side, letting the apparent hero save your day.

He pulled down your desired spaghetti noodles with ease.

“Thanks for your help. My spaghetti sauce won’t go to waste now,” you said politely.

Your eyes darted up to the stitched scar across his forehead, then quickly, you glanced away.

“You’re welcome. Have a good night.”

The man walked down the aisle and left.

There was something familiar about him, oddly enough.

That hair . . . that smile . . .

He reminded you of an old, deceased friend of Satoru’s, one that you hadn’t ever met due to his villainous behavior before his death, but you had seen an old picture of him that he and your husband took during their second year at Jujutsu High, years ago.

As you placed the pasta noodles into your cart, making your way around different aisles to collect a few more items since you were already at the store, you decided that you’d take another look at that photograph once you arrived home, just for peace of mind.

The brown paper bag stuffed with groceries felt rather heavy as you walked down the street, which was brightened by light pouring out of the windows of local businesses that hadn’t yet closed.

You sighed softly.

The dark sky was sparkling with stars. The air was cool and comforting. Soon, you’d have pasta, and perhaps, you’d watch a few episodes of your favorite binge-worthy Netflix show.

If only Satoru was with you.

Chatting with him on the phone a few hours ago only made you miss him even more, but, at least his trip would be a quick one, and soon, you could have dinner with him and listen to his hilarious commentary as you watched television together.

After walking for around five minutes, you were no longer close to the local businesses that made you feel a sense of comfort during your evening stroll.

Now, you had to rely on the occasional streetlight to guide you home.

But that cold air was no longer comforting. It was a chilling breeze that made you clench your grocery bag a bit tighter.

Your footsteps suddenly halted — you could hear something moving in the nearby bushes.

Turning around, you were greeted with nothing but darkness and streetlights. No one else was with you. You kept walking.

However, something wasn’t right.

You might not have been a sorcerer, but you weren’t a fool.

And you had a gut-wrenching feeling that right now, as your wobbly legs guided you home, you were being watched.

You heard that noise again.

The grocery bag crinkled against your chest. You were certain that the bread you purchased was squished by now. If someone was following you, did you really want to unintentionally lead them to your home?

Where should you go? What should you do?

A tear rolled down your cheek from fear.

You were scared. You only wanted to go home, finish your pasta, and watch television.

You didn’t want to deal with such a potentially terrifying situation.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your dial screen.

Your trembling thumb hovered over the buttons, but before you could press anything, a black, disfigured curse appeared in front of you, screeching loudly enough to make you drop everything in your hands and cover your ears, more tears falling as the horrifying monster started to charge at you.

You tried to run in the other direction, but it was too late.

The last thing you saw before you were engulfed by darkness was that man from the grocery store standing on the sidewalk, that same sweet smile on his familiar face.

—

12:27 A.M.

Satoru’s eyes snapped open. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, as he had spent most of the night tossing and turning because you weren’t lying next to him. But, apparently, he did manage to catch a couple of hours of shut-eye.

When he awakened, there was a terrible ache in his heart. Dread pooled in the pit of his stomach, and beads of sweat decorated his forehead. His throat was dried to a crisp.

He was all alone in his dark hotel room.

He couldn’t hear you.

He couldn’t see you.

And yet, somehow, someway, thanks to his great power, he knew that his wife was calling for him.

—

The overwhelming scent of old, wet, musky wood and dust would never be forgotten by your memory. A lifetime of therapy would never be able to erase the paralyzing fear you felt, sitting on the cold, hard ground of an abandoned cabin with your hands bound behind your back.

Maybe the fear wasn’t completely paralyzing, though. Your body seemed to tremble with terror just fine.

The sight of it made Suguru Geto — no, Kenjaku chuckle.

He kept his eye on you for no other reason besides his entertainment, as watching you himself was pointless considering he had two frightening curses looming over you.

Once, Satoru shared a fun fact with you: regular human beings cannot see curses unless they are about to die.

That fact was certainly interesting when the two of you were strolling through the beautiful park, a red and white striped blanket in your hand and a picnic basket in his. But, now, that fact only made sweat drip off of your scarred forehead, because you could see the two, black, disfigured curses.

It was a telltale sign that you could die.

“I haven’t had the displeasure of meeting him myself,” Kenjaku suddenly spoke, relaxing in a chair he had positioned a few feet away from the corner you were trapped in. “But I have seen memories of Satoru Gojo that belonged to this body I’ve inhabited. And, I must say, I couldn’t imagine that his wife would be such a weakling. It’s truly pathetic.”

Even if you wanted to reply to him, fear had snatched away your ability to speak. It created a lump in your throat that couldn’t be swallowed down.

“My best guess is that he needs someone boring and ordinary in his life to keep house while he’s busy saving the world. You’re just the cook and maid with a ring on her finger, hm?”

“He loves me.”

Your voice was small — it was a painfully perfect reflection of how you felt on the inside. Weak and pathetic.

“Oh?” Kenjaku raised his eyebrows, smiling slightly. “Believe it or not, I hope you’re right, or else kidnapping you was a waste of time.”

Your chains rattled as you shifted in your spot on the floor, scooting as far into the corner as you could get. An ache shot up your spine from the wall pressing into your back. Pulling your knees to your chest, more tears slipped from your eyes.

“Aw, don’t cry,” he falsely cooed. “Surely you’ve wondered why the world’s strongest sorcerer would settle for someone who forgets to double-check all of their ingredients before they start cooking, haven’t you? It’s not because of love, or anything of the sort. It’s because those who are deeply insecure would do anything to please anyone who looks their way. Only an ordinary, desperate housewife with low self-esteem and no ambition would waste time caring for a man who risks his life saving strangers. What would make you think he cares for you when he spends more time with curses than his own wife? Helping strangers more than his own family? Think about it.”

Kenjaku’s hurtful words were met with silence, but he didn’t stop speaking.

“I bet you’re nothing but a burden to him. Someone like him probably hates being tied down, but marrying a fool who contributes nothing to society is the only way he can get someone else to handle his laundry while he’s busy working hard, hm? He must carry around divorce papers, ready to serve them to you the day you forget to buy detergent from the grocery store.” Kenjaku’s smile brightened. “Oh, that reminds me. You dropped your detergent and other groceries on the road earlier, by the way. Looks like you’re useless now.”

“You . . .” your teary eyes flickered from him to the hovering curses. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. None of that’s true.”

“You have to believe that I’m speaking honestly, Y/N.” Kenjaku sighed with fake sincerity. “My entire plan rests on the hope that Satoru Gojo is foolish enough to try to rescue you. You see, when you want to lure someone out, the proper way to do it is by discovering their weaknesses. When I found out about you, I was hoping that you would be his weakness. That I could use you to lure him out. Then I met you, and, well, you’re simply disappointing. Sorry to break it to you, but I have memories of the old conversations Satoru used to have with Suguru, and being tied down to a powerless housewife was certainly not how he imagined his future. But, I figured I’d try anyway, and so here you are, and he’s not here to rescue you. What a shame. I bet he’s hoping I’ll kill you so he’ll be free.”

He was lying. He had to be. Satoru loved you more than anything . . . right?

The thought had crossed your mind before; why did Satoru want to be with someone powerless? And this villain’s plan to lure out your husband relied on his hope that he’d come to rescue you out of love, so how would it benefit him to convince you Satoru didn’t love you?

Maybe he was right.

After all, if Satoru cared for you, he would have saved you by now. Where was he?

You couldn’t help but cry even harder.

“Please let me go home,” your tears clouded your vision. “Please let me go.”

“Well, you should know that I hate wasting time,” Kenjaku rested his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow pressing into the arm of the chair he sat in. “I can’t let you leave. I won’t let the effort I put into kidnapping you be a total waste.”

Kenjaku’s smile widened, and suddenly, the curses started to move towards you.

—

1:45 A.M.

The subway station was isolated. No ordinary human beings were lurking around, and Satoru was relieved. Right now, he’d kill anyone who looked at him the wrong way.

His shoes gently shuffled against the ground as he made his way into the middle of the big, bright opening, and he clenched his fists, his nails digging into the skin of his palm, hard enough to draw blood.

Two special grade cursed spirits emerged. He recognized them both from a previous fight in the woods.

Volcano head. Asparagus.

“Satoru Gojo,” Jogo suddenly said. “We didn’t think you’d be foolish enough to-”

“Where is my wife?”

When Satoru interrupted the curse, his voice was low. Dark. Startling.

Blood dripped from his palms and splattered onto the ground.

“I was drawn here, but she isn’t here, is she? Where is she? Tell me now, and I’ll kill you quickly instead of slowly.”

Jogo chuckled a bit. Satoru dug his nails into his palm even more.

“Bring us the vessel, Yuji Itadori, and we’ll return that worthless-”

The two curses didn’t have time to blink — weren’t able to register in their minds that Satoru had moved from his previous spot until Jogo was lifted off of the ground and thrown into the flickering light fixture above, shattering it and causing sparks to rain down onto the ground below, where he then fell.

Satoru stepped on Jogo’s head, squishing it underneath his black shoe.

“I remember you. You’re stubborn, right?” Satoru gritted his teeth. “Who the hell do you think you are to take her from me? Whoever you work for must want you dead if they’re stupid enough to send you on a suicide mission. You think I’ll let you leave here alive after this?”

“If you kill us, you’ll never see her again,” the other cursed spirit, Hanami, suddenly spoke up. “Bring us the vessel, and she lives.”

When Satoru suddenly stopped moving, it was only to ensure that he had heard the cursed spirit correctly.

“Did you just threaten . . .” Satoru removed his blindfold, “to kill my wife?”

It was only a matter of time before the branches attached to Hanami’s head were ripped out, and Jogo was beheaded. The subway was reduced to nothing except crumbling walls and darkness. While the cursed spirits were teetering dangerously between life and death, there wasn’t a scratch on Satoru. Instead, there was a smile.

This was simply the consequence of their actions. This was what happened to anyone who laid a hand on his girl.

Hanami’s body was on the brink of collapse as it was forced to come in contact with Satoru’s cursed technique — a blue shield-like piece of infinity that distorted and manipulated both time and space, protecting the sorcerer from attacks and rendering Hanami powerless.

Hanami’s eyes darted over to their beheaded ally — they couldn’t help him.

“I’m going to ask you one last time,” Satoru’s eyes widened. His smile grew. He slowly turned, facing Hanami, and blasted him back against the nearest wall without lifting a finger. “Where is my wife?”

—

2:39 A.M.

Kenjaku had never understood the concept of love, and, perhaps, that was why he failed.

Satoru’s love for you was his weakness, that was true, but it also turned out to be his greatest strength, and this was a fight Kenjaku couldn’t win.

Not today.

One of his curses, which had been traveling to and fro to observe what was currently taking place in the subway station and reporting it back to Kenjaku, had informed him that Jogo and Hanami were on the brink of death.

He couldn’t lose them yet. They were too powerful, and he needed their help for his future plans.

Kenjaku left the cabin, taking his curses with him.

And, without their cursed energy purposely making it difficult for Satoru to find you, he was able to pinpoint your exact location.

It appeared in his powerful mind as he was ripping Hanami apart limb by limb, and he wasn’t a fool. He didn’t know who was behind all of this, but it was clear that the mastermind had suddenly decided to let your whereabouts be tracked down in order to save Hanami and Jogo.

He didn’t want to make that deal. He wanted to kill these two, bring them back to life, and kill them over again. Their pain brought him joy, all because they took part in your capture.

But Satoru didn’t want his bloodlust to backfire. After all, if he killed the cursed spirits now, the person who held you captive could change their mind and move you someplace else and hide your location yet again, or, worse — they could kill you.

That wasn’t a chance he was willing to take.

Satoru stopped using his technique. But, as he left the subway station, he promised himself that eventually, he would kill those two. He would kill anyone and everyone involved.

But you came first.

You would always come first.

—

He found you.

When Satoru kicked open the door belonging to a raggedy, abandoned cabin, the scent of blood overwhelmed him. It dirtied his boots as he kneeled by your side. Your unconscious, bleeding body was lying there, simply left on the ground as if you were nothing.

“Y/N . . .” Satoru called out breathlessly.

He took the chains off of you instantly, his bloodshot eyes darting over every gaping wound.

It was indescribable — the anger he felt. He wanted to return to the subway and finish off those cursed spirits, to make them suffer and suffer and suffer.

But tending to you took priority right now. Satoru scooped up your broken and bruised body, holding you as softly as he could. A tear fell from his eye, splattering against your cheek.

“I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he spoke gently.

Your eyelids fluttered as you awakened. An overwhelming sense of pain slammed into you once you regained consciousness, and hot tears streamed down your cheeks. Prior to this, the only pain you had ever known was the wholesome body ache from tripping and falling while playing outside with your friends as a child. But this level of misery took away your ability to speak. Left you wondering if you were going to die.

You could make out stains of your blood on Satoru’s clothes.

Even so, you could tell based on the pained look on his face that he was suffering even more just from seeing you in such a condition.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he mumbled, slowly getting off the ground as he carried you. “This is all my fault. They did this to you because of me. I’m so sorry.”

Satoru raised you a bit, gently pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.

He’d give anything to switch places with you right now — to be the one in unspeakable pain. Why couldn’t they have kidnapped him? Tortured him? If he had the power to take away your suffering and give it to himself, he would. For you, not only would he kill, but he’d die, repeatedly and without a second thought or a moment of hesitation.

As Satoru took you to the nearest hospital, his tears spilling onto your body, he said, “We’re almost there, okay? I promise I’ll make them pay for this, and no one will ever lay a hand on you again.”

Arriving into the uncomforting white halls of the emergency room, Satoru handed you off to the nurses and doctors who rushed up to him. But, before they placed you on the nearest stretcher, Satoru kissed your forehead once again as unconsciousness claimed you, and he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

—

10:02 A.M.

Two days later, you awakened in a hospital bed. This time, pain didn’t greet you, but grogginess and blurred vision. The gentle beeps from the nearby machines certainly didn’t help your pounding headache.

Your sight started to clear up after blinking a few times.

Soft strands of hair tickled your arm, and when you looked to your left, you saw Satoru slumped in a chair, his head resting in his arms on the side of your bed. You reached over and ruffled his messy white hair a bit.

He shot up, startled. His blue eyes were wide with alarm, then they softened with gratefulness, but, lastly, they darted down with sorrow.

“Y/N . . . thank god, you’re awake.” Satoru croaked out in his morning voice, clearing his throat a bit. He was dehydrated — too focused on your recovery to worry about himself. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so . . .”

Satoru got out of his chair, sat on the side of your bed, and leaned over, resting the side of his head against your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumbled weakly. “It’s mine.”

Satoru pulled his head away from you, staring at you with furrowed brows and a confused gaze.

“What? No, it’s not.”

You couldn’t find the courage to look him in the eye. Kenjaku’s words replayed in your mind. They hurt just as much as getting attacked by curses.

As if reading your thoughts, Satoru cupped your chin, turning your head back in his direction.

“Look at me,” he said. “What happened wasn’t your fault. I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t care if you can’t fight curses-”

“You’re just saying that . . . because I’m kinda useful to you. But I’m easily replaceable. Speaking honestly, I’m a burden. You had to come save my life, and put yourself in danger. I’m not worth it.”

“You think I married you because you’re useful?” Hurt flashed in Satoru’s piercing eyes. “I’m in love with you, and you’ll never be a burden. I don’t care if you can’t fight curses. You’re my wife for a reason, and that’s because there’s nothing greater than seeing you get excited over finding your favorite snack at the grocery store or seeing the way you smile when your favorite scene from a show comes on, and you sit there and watch it as if you haven't seen it a thousand times. I love the way your eyes light up when you find a new activity in town for us to try, or a new book to read, or a new recipe. God, I just . . . I love you. I love you more than anything. I don’t know how you’re able to put up with someone like me. Every day I wonder how I got so lucky because I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, and I haven’t met anyone as loving as you are. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Do you understand me? I’d kill and die for you.”

Satoru gently wiped away the tear that fell from your eyes with his thumb.

“I love you too,” you smiled softly, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry we missed our dinner reservations and the pottery class.”

Satoru couldn’t help but lean in and kiss your cheek.

“I’ve already rescheduled two weeks out.”

Moving away from your cheek, your husband softly kissed your lips. And while he had spent time rescheduling your date night and making sure you were receiving the excellent care you deserved while in the hospital, he was also hard at work, tracking down the monsters that dared to lay a hand on you.

He would make them suffer.

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☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

Subby Satoru begging you to let him cum

He couldn't wait to get home so...

Rubbing your pussy

☆ Toji Fushiguro ☆

Riding his fat cock

Just the tip

Making you cum with just his fingers

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

Backshots

He loves your trampstamp

A little spanking never hurt

☆ Choso Kamo ☆

Eats pussy like a champ

Jerking him off through his boxers

Subby choso playing with his nips

☆ Nanami Kento ☆

Fingering your pretty cunt

He makes you so wet

Early mornings w Nanami

The amount of porn I watched was astronomical 💀

Will I do it again?..... yes

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Sanguis et Vinum

Higuruma Hiromi's not afraid of blood.

Warnings: 18+, smut, period sex

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"Feeling good?" A dulcet whisper against your neck, hot and wine-rich. You moaned softly in affirmation, fogging your glass as you took another sip, the red wine velvety as it coated your tongue.

You straddled Hiromi's lap; he, perched at the edge of the sofa, massaged your lower back, belly and hips with warm oiled hands, your panties rolled down low, your tank-top curled up under your breasts. You couldn't help but rock and sway as his hands smoothed, liquid and malleable, over your body.

It was the heaviest day of your period, and you were feeling every minute of it. You offered Hiromi a sip of wine from your glass; he accepted gratefully, his hands never slowing around your belly and back.

Hiromi played you like an instrument, responsive to your sighs, the subtle press of your skin against his palms and fingers, the scented oil heady. He looked up at you in unabashed adoration, and felt his arousal bloom, a vine starting as a blush along his neck, creeping downwards.

"I love you, like this," Hiromi confessed against your collarbones, pressing a kiss there, staining the skin softly with wine. You smiled, eyes closed, and tangled your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. Hiromi shuddered as you tugged it, sending prickles down his spine, the vine coiling as he felt his cock begin to harden beneath your lap.

Unable to resist, Hiromi nipped and licked at your chest, his tongue wine-stained and sanguine, and moved down towards your breasts. You wanted him so viscerally, your belly and clit thrumming with need and pain, creating an odd aching duality in the pit of your stomach.

Yet...no. It was too taboo. Gross. Embarrassing.

You sighed, murmuring, regretful; "Hiromi...you know I can't..." Hiromi made a noise of gentle disagreement, nipping the tank top between his teeth, pulling it down to expose one breast. You watched him, mesmerised, when he sucked your sore nipple into his mouth, lapping, licking.

You panted, involuntarily pressing Hiromi's mouth closer with a tug on his hair, and he felt his cock twitch, tasting you on the flat of his tongue.

"Hiromi," you breathed, warning, "I can't-- I want to, but--" Hiromi let go of your nipple with a wet pop, and you felt a twang of disappointment. He answered, nuzzling his aquiline nose lazily across your breast.

"You want to?" He pressed, hovering his opened mouth over your nipple again, holding your gaze. His tongue darting out to lick your nipple again made your pussy throb with need, your belly cramping, a deep and sultry ache.

"I'm no boy," he argued, "I'm not afraid of a little bit of blood," pressing you closer onto his lap by your lower back. You slipped down, your panties thicker with the presence of a pad, but nonetheless feeling his cock, hard and twitching, against your pussy. You felt a warm whoosh of blood seep out of you and onto your pad, and jumped a little as you felt it overflow, leaking through to leave a patch of sticky blood on Hiromi's groin.

You moved to stand, and Hiromi strapped you to him with corded forearms. He felt the damp spot of your blood seep through, sticky, and he shivered, his oiled hand now coming up to roll your other nipple between his fingers, his mouth still working to convince you, silver-tongued.

You felt lightheaded, your pussy so sensitive, the ache in your belly adding a delicious masochistic edge to the pleasure. Feeling you could be brought to orgasm by nipple play and dry humping alone, you weakly offered another retreat, and Hiromi chuckled against your breast.

He rutted up against your pussy, and you jolted, slopping wine down your arm. Taking the wine from you, placing it gently on a table, Hiromi licked languidly up your forearm, sipping the wine off you, leaving wet-mouthed nipping kisses on the inside of your wrist.

You felt drunk now, your pleasure positively Dionysian, and you nodded lightheadedly when Hiromi whispered against your neck; "Bedroom. Now. You need this."

Lifting you, still straddling his lap, Hiromi carried you to the bedroom, kicking the door open. The bedroom was barely lit, shadows dramatised by the flicker of candles. As he dropped you onto the bed, leaning over you, humping against your clothed pussy, you realised he must have fully intended to seduce you like this.

Eyes hooded, drinking in the erotic shadow-puppetry your moving bodies made against the wall, you allowed Hiromi's hips to chase you up the bed until your aching body settled against plush pillows, and perfectly crisp white sheets.

As if reading your mind, Hiromi rested his nose against yours, nuzzling slowly; "We're going to make artwork tonight, darling."

"Hiromi, you...are you sure?" You drank Hiromi in as he knelt back, raising his arms to yank his t-shirt over his head. You gulped as he stripped his pyjamas, his pink-tipped cock bobbing out to rest against your clothed pussy. Hiromi gripped his cock, pumping it as he reached under you, pulling off your panties in one swift tug. You moved to close your legs and Hiromi made a sharp noise of reproach.

"Oh no you don't," he ordered, eyes zeroing in on your pussy, bloodstained, thrumming with anticipation, "you're...so beautiful."

You saw his pupils dilate more, already blown, his eyes beetle-black and glinting in the candlelight. Kneeling between your legs, forcing your knees apart with his own, Hiromi continued to stroke himself from ball to tip, before slipping two fingers between your bloodied pussy lips.

In the dark, the blood looked black, its gore reduced to shades of grey. With the flicker of candlelight, the frame-rate of movement in the room seemed to shift, and Hiromi and you sink into a black and white cinematic masterpiece.

His fingers dipped into your fluttering hole, coaxing you to rock your hips upwards as he stroked the front of your plush walls. You shuddered, mewling, so sensitive as he thrusted two fingers into you with tender, soft strokes. Hiromi brought his thumb upwards, pressing against your clit, alternating the pressure until you moaned and squirmed beneath him. Your belly ached, desperate to feel Hiromi deeper, to feel his fingers soothe you.

"Please...Hiro--" you begged, pressing your pussy up against his hand, your moan ragged as you felt his fingertips brush your desperately sore cervix. Hiromi felt a trickle of pre-cum down his fist as his knees weakened at the glassy-smooth surface of your dimpled cervix on his fingertips.

Hiromi gulped, shuddering as he threatened to spill into his own fist, "We'll start gently," he pressed, maintaining your gaze as he released his cock, stroking your cervix with deft fingertips and lowering his mouth to your pussy, "because you're hurting...and when I fuck you, I want you softer than feathers."

You moved involuntarily away from his mouth, conditioned to be disgusted by your own bleeding, and Hiromi growled in displeasure, his freed arm cuffing round your thigh to yank your pussy back towards him. With a quirked lip, and a playful look of warning, Hiromi nuzzled between your swollen lips, drawing your clit into his mouth as his fingers continued to thrust gently inside you, so deep that he soothed the cramps in your belly.

Your vision popped with pleasure, and you twisted against the sheets, pressing your face into fluffy pillows, crying out in ecstasy. Hiromi rutted his cock between his belly and the sheets, edging himself, his mouth coppery with blood, mixing in a bitter bouquet with the tannins still on his tongue.

He had dreamt of making love to you through your blood and pain for so long, that what was once a fleeting curiosity had become a kink, eagerly awaiting fulfilment. Feeling your thighs flex around his head, feeling the clenching of your swollen pussy against his fingers, tasting the salty tang of blood and wine, had his head reeling, and he thrust into his own wet patch between his belly and the bed, his hips stopping and stuttering to take himself to the edge and back again.

"I'm gonna-- fuck, 'Romi-- gonna cum--" you cried, your hand tangled in inky black hair, humping his mouth and nose. The elastic band in your belly stretched, stretched, stretched...and released with a twang as you arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent cry, your body hot with incomparable pleasure.

Hiromi groaned into you, fingertips grazing your cervix so your orgasm spread all the way from clit to sore, cramping belly. He felt blood seep out around his hand, spreading into the sheets beneath you. Still, he continued, easing his caresses as he brought you down from your high.

You trembled, one hand rested on your belly, the other arm flung above your head, your skin still fizzing with divine joy. Hiromi withdrew his fingers from you, your pussy clenching, reluctant to let him go. Wiping his fingers on the sheets, you vaguely heard the opening and closing of a drawer, your eyes flicking open as you heard a familiar buzz sound through the dark room.

You moved to sit up, and Hiromi moved over you instantly, caging you in, pinning your arms above your head. His weeping cock rested on your belly. With the light behind him, you could barely see his face, his eyes flinty in the dark.

"You're obviously not soft enough for me to fuck, yet," he hummed, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, "if you're still trying to sit up." You felt the thick round tip of the wand buzzing against your thigh, sliding agonisingly slowly down to your core.

As the vibrator slipped between your folds, pressing firmly against your clit, you almost screamed with the overstimulation, and Hiromi moaned, teeth pressed to your collarbones as you convulsed. You sobbed with pleasure, feeling the cramps in your belly build, feeling blood seep out of you.

Hiromi lowered his mouth to your breasts again, rolling your nipple with a shudder against his tongue, pulling back so it pinched between his lips, before licking it in again. You felt a drip of pre-cum run down your waist, so wordless with pleasure, that you were totally unable to tell Hiromi you were about to cum again.

You came with a pained sob, your thighs trembling with exertion, and pleasure stabbed through you, dragging you along through a second orgasm. Hiromi cooed, talking you through it, his lips moving against your nipple.

"Good girl, good girl...almost there...just one more...gorgeous." You whimpered, his body hot on yours, still pinned down. He rolled the vibrator in circles, wide, to slow, to wide again, over your clit, making your pleasure vague and distant, then sharp and sweet, and back again.

As Hiromi edged you away from your second orgasm and towards a third, you felt your body become floppy, loose, pliable, as if made of rubber, heavy on these soft pillows. Hiromi ghosted the tip of the vibrator down against your clenching hole, and you cried out, greedily wishing to claim your pleasure back.

"Shhh...trust me. I wouldn't leave you like this," Hiromi hushed, his voice low and sandy against your ear, "hold my hand." Hiromi released your wrists just enough for you to grip his long-fingered hand between his own, and he stayed nose-to-nose with you, as he sunk the wand into your pussy until the vibrations rumbled against your cervix and deep into your womb.

You came with a gasp, your orgasm ruinous and so sudden, that just the lingering flesh-memory of the wand against your clit sent you over the edge. You juddered, whimpering Hiromi's name like a prayer, blinded by pleasure. After what felt like an eternity, Hiromi slipped the wand from you, switching it off and discarding it onto the sheets as he stroked your hands in his, kissing your neck and mumbling soft reassurances into you.

You were warm, fluid and malleable as warm water by the time Hiromi settled between your legs, stroking his wet cockhead between your puffy lips. Hiromi thrummed with anticipation, shoulders clenched, his abs twitching with the exertion of holding back for so long.

"I...I'll be gentle, I'll be so gentle, I promise," he insisted, begging, taking your lazy smile as consent, before sinking into you, bottoming out with a twitching groan. Hiromi laid over you, desperate to be closer, holding your thighs up to clasp his hips.

You let him move you this way, totally pliable in his grasp, Hiromi's rhythmic, rocking hips casting shadows like ocean waves against the wall. You watched the shadows, feeling his cock move deeply within you, feeling the kiss of his cockhead against your plush walls like a balm, soothing you, sedating you.

Hiromi watched you, your candlelit profile, the happy glow on your face, your willingness to be helped by him, lighting a fire within him, and his delayed orgasm crept up his spine with urgency. You felt Hiromi's thrusts hesitate, his hand clasped in yours threatening to untangle, to move to your tender, spent clit again.

Certain that your completion could be achieved through the intimacy of him cumming inside you alone, you held his hand tight, and rocked your hips up to him, replacing the movements lost by his hesitation. Hiromi gasped, given permission to finish, and rolled his hips to meet yours, feeling himself overwhelmed by an innate desire to fill your belly with his seed.

"--perfect, so perfect, thank-- thank you-- fuck, I can't last--" Hiromi's hips stalled with a sandy gasp, feeling the ecstatic rush of his cum through his cock, buckling into you as his face crumpled with pleasure, moaning short sharp moans into your neck. You rolled your hips lazily up around him, the warm balm of his seed in your belly like a lotion, deep and soothing.

Lying in your arms as you trailed your fingertips down his back, Hiromi pressed one long, grateful kiss to your temple, before kneeling back, uttering a husky whine as he pulled out of you. Watching the slow drip of bloodstained cum drip out of you made his cock twitch weakly, another spurt of cum dripping out onto the stained sheets.

"Just...wait here," Hiromi insisted, standing on shaking legs. You lay back, cushioned on clouds, humming to yourself in your delicious afterglow. You heard the patter of the shower, and allowed Hiromi to return and grip your hands, leading you, eyes closed, until you felt the sweet embrace of water down your curves.

Hiromi had pre-prepared, and he pressed a hot flannel to your belly, urging you to hold it there while he cleaned you both with a soft sponge. The water beneath you ran pink. You delighted in the massage of Hiromi's clever fingers across your scalp.

A few minutes later, warm and sated, aching and floating above your own body, you stepped to the bedroom with Hiromi. His hand hovered over the light switch, a curious grin on his face. You caught his eye hesitantly, able to see the white sheets only in shades of black and grey.

A flick, and the room basked in light. You pressed a hand to your mouth, the bedsheets rumpled and decorated with blossoming petals of vibrant red, smears and fingerprints, all evidence of your lovemaking. Hiromi sidled up behind you, resting a chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into your temple.

"Art," he whispered, "we've made art."

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Hiromi coming up for air:

[gojo-enthusiast]

Chapter Four: 8 Months

mlist<3

My Serial Killer — Suguru Geto Series

"Fuck-" Geto grunted, fisting his cock while showering. You had been outside, working on your garden, your tomatos were finally ready to be plucked. You walked inside, leaving the fresh tomatos in the kitchen sink, to clean and prepare to make homemade spaghetti. "I need to take a shower." You groan, feeling yourself sticky and sweaty. As you walked to the shared bedroom and bathroom. You walked up to the door, hearing Suguru grunting. "Sugu-" You said lightly, shutting up when you hear him mutter. "Fuck y/n. Yes, just like that." Your cheeks blushed, and you had no idea what to even do when you saw him. You rushed and grabbed your clothes from the dresser, and walked out the bedroom and went to one of the many bathrooms, to shower. As you stood in the shower, watching the dirt go down your drain, your cheeks burned. You were truly flustered, your innocent mind wandered as you stood there thinking of the calloussed man, flustered by the thought of YOU. You are a 21 year old virgin, you didn't know the first thing about sex, or even masterbating, your focus was always on school and work, boys especially MEN were never something you thought about. You felt your heat throb as you dipped your finger into your folds, feeling the wetness coat your index finger. You gasped, not ever feeling something like this before, you are far to innocent. You washed yourself, trying to distract yourself from the heat building in your stomach and womahood from the thought of what he possibly was doing in that bathroom. "How do men feel pleasure?" You questioned yourself.

Later that night, Geto didn't join for dinner, he had a meeting to go to where he had to leave his estate. So as he left, you found yourself in the shared bedroom, looking up erotic movies on the TV. Finding one, and playing it. You watched, and when it got to the sex scenes. You watched so scrumpsiouly, wanting to see how it was to be pleased by a man. As you watched, you could tell the acting was so forced, but you found yourself entranced as you saw the way the man stroked his cock, and the way he ran his hands against the woman's clit. "Oh." You moaned to yourself. You instantly turned it off, your cheeks burning in embarrassment that you were watching such a vulgar movie. You turned off the lights, "I need to sleep this off, I shouldn't be watching such obscene movies." You thought to yourself, turning to your side, to drift to sleep, but after 30 minuets of being frustrated and curious, you slid your hand down your body, pulling your night gown up, dipping your fingers passed your panties, and slowly stroked your womahood, but not feeling anything. "Where is it?" You groaned, trying to find that spot that the man in the movie had the woman arching her back for.

"Ugh, if he didn't do such a lewd thing I wouldn't be thinking of this!" You moaned, now your fingers were dripping in your essence, you felt the wetness all around your folds, you only wished to know exactly what to do, to feel the pleasure Suguru was feelings hours prior. "You having fun there?" Suguru chuckled. Your head perked up, and you instantly pulled your hand out. "No, no, don't stop. I never knew you were such a horny bunny." He laughed. "I am not!" You shouted, you were glad the lights were off, and the only light was the moon, your face was on fire from embarrasment. "Well walking into a room and seeing you a pretty girl fondeling herself while the man is out working, that contridicts what you're saying." He says as he walks up to you, standing on the side of the bed. "Stop looming over me like a child!" You hiss, getting off the bed to walk out the room, at this point you were beyong flustered, and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. You walked out the bedroom door, walking to the living room to be alone in peace, you did not want to hear the taunting of the man who you found yourself infatuated by. How could you? He was a murderer, but he was also kind, and affectionate, and said pretty words, but he also spoke vulgar and rough. You couldn't decide whether he was terrible or the best thing that has ever happened in your life, but maybe it was the latter.

"Hey." Suguru delicately says, you looked up at the man who was walking towards you, you watched as he dropped to his knees in front of you, something that was not normal for the violent man. His figure always stood over you, making you feel as if he was dominating you, it was intimdating, causing you to keep him at arms length. “What Suguru?” You said looking away, your cheeks reddening. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He said sweetly. “Well you did.” You said, as you played with your hands. “I’ve never done those things, I was just curious.” You shyly said, putting your head into your hands. “You’ve never have had sex?” He questioned, lifting up a brow. You shook your head. “Touched yourself?” He questioned once more, another shake of your head. “Huh… interesting. So what you’re saying is I’ve had this innocent little lamb lying beside me for almost a year, and not once has this little lamb been touched? Heh.” He laughed, you felt his hands slide up the sides of your legs, and cupping the sides of your ass. “Shall I show you how it’s done then?” He whispered. “What!” You yelped, feeling him tugging at your nightgown. “I won’t put it in, just let me help you feel good.” You groaned as his head got closer to your clothed heat. “S-Suguru! No! That’s not appropriate!” You squealed. “What’s not appropriate is the sweet smell coming from your cunt, it’s practically begging me to taste you.” He said seductively. You felt your body stiffen, was he really going to do it? You wanted him to, yet saying it would be embarrassing. “If you don’t want me to please you, then push me away.” He said looking up at you. You stared into his eyes for a minute, contemplating if you wanted to remained closed off, or finally open yourself up to the man who was helplessly infatuated by you. You placed your hands on his forearm, this was the first time you had shown any act of affection besides your words, that you occasionally would speak.

"Mmm." He groaned, pushing up your gown, you felt your bottom touch the cold leather, goosebumps pricking your skin. Geto was impatient, peeling off your panties. You instantly shut your legs shut.

“No need to be modest.” He chuckled, pushing your legs apart. Your cheeks burned in nervousness and lewdness. You couldn’t believe you were letting a man stare at something so private, you felt as if you were committing a grave sin.

“Ahh, wet.” He cooed, opening the folds to stare at your leaking heat. “Suguru, stop.” You moaned, you were so embarrassed, and his words were only heightening that. “No dirty talk? What would you much rather? Praise? Degradation?” He smirked, he knew what you would want, even if you didn’t. You were a sweet girl, you wanted to be praised. “Smile at me once again, like how you used to smile at me every morning.” He said cheekily. “Stop teasing me.” You whispered. “Oh but it’s fun, watching your cheeks down to your chest turn red.” He kisses your inner thigh, feeling you flinch. He ran his fingers through your folds, instantly finding your clit between your folds. You instantly arched your back from the couch, you were sitting upright. “Ah—“ you moaned. He rubbed it slowly, feeling you lubricate his index finger. “Pretty girl.” He groaned, feeling his cock now begin to harden. In a quick moment, he had his mouth attached to your sopping heat, licking you from your hole to your clit. You concealed your moans, feeling like noise would be bothersome. You felt a nip at your thigh. “Taste so so good, I want to hear you.” He groaned, latching his mouth back on. “I-it feels good-so good.” You moaned. You couldn’t believe you were letting this man do this to you. He sucked and licked until your back was arching and your hands were laced in his hair, pulling and a moaning mess. “Stop stop stop, something feels weird!” You moaned out. You didn’t know what an orgasm felt like, all you knew was this tingly feeling in your stomach and cunt was amazing, and you didn’t know whether to let it go, or stop. He quickened his tongue and fingers. He had two fingers inside you for half an hour, curling them to where your g-spot was located. He found it all so easily, he made you cry out in pleasure, as he praised you for being such a good girl for him, and that you tasted far better than any meal he’s ever eaten. You felt your body come undone, and you moaned out in an almost whimper, cumming all over his tongue and fingers. “Ahh yes, good good girl.” He moaned, thrusting his hips against the coach, wanting some sort of friction. “Fuck yes yes yes” he groaned, sucking you into overstimulation. You were moaning loudly, pulling his hair, as his other hand went up and was pinching your nipple. “Suguru!” You cry out, tears pulling as he quickened the pace of his fingers, and adding an extra one. You felt your body convulse as you reached a second orgasm, and came again. He was not letting up, he was as determined to ruin you, to make you crave him, want him, love him.

He rubbed your clit fast with one hand, and had his fingers from his other hand plunged into you. “No no no no.” You whimper out, tears pooling out. “Yes ah yes oh my god yes!” You moaned out after. You hadn’t realized what your body was doing until you squirted all over him, your essence dripping down your cunt and on the couch. “Oh fuck yes.” He groaned. “You’re fucking delicious doll’, fuck let me have more.” He groaned, pulling his cock out and stroking it. You felt fear as he pulled his cock out. “Please, fuck, let me feel you.” He groaned as he jerked his throbbing cock. “Just the tip, please God just the tip.” He begged, you felt your body loosen, wanting to feel him too. Pulling his hand, he lined his cock to your cunt, and pushing in lightly. It made you whimper and moan. Any deeper and you would be in pain, he knew that. “Fuck I love this, I love you.” Suguru groaned, pulling his tip in and out. You felt your heart tingle at the signs of affection.

This big scary man who can cut someone up to pieces, loved you, and took his sweet time to show you, only making you feel good things. “More.” You moaned, wanting to take more of him. You knew it would be painful in the beginning because of his size, but the man was growing on you, and you weren’t going anywhere. “You sure?” He looked down at you with clenched teeth. You nodded your head, he pushed in deeper, and you felt the burning stretch, he kept pushing as you winced in pain, “k-keep going.” You begin to cry. He pushed himself in with a light force, overwhelming your small hole with himself. You felt the snap inside, wincing out in pain. He stayed there until you grew accustomed to his size. It wasn’t until you nodded again, that he began to thrust gently. “Feels so good.” He grunted, throwing his head back. “So fucking tight, my dicks gon’ bruise.” He huffs out. You were staring up at him, you realized that neither one of you have ever even kissed one another. Here you were, having sex with a man, you had never held hands with, kissed, gone on sweet dates with. “Suguru— stop please stop.” You begin to push at his chest. He couldn’t hear you from how good he was feeling in that moment. Thrusting his hips, feeling your cunt wrap around him, you were shuttering from how amazing it felt, the way his cock pressed against your sweet spot over and over, and the way his long hair was sticking to the sides of his face. “Suguru, stop stop!” You shouted, pushing his head so he would listen. “Fuck, what?” He said with tired eyes, you could see in his eyes he was exhausted, and you could tell he was in true bliss now that he had you in his arms, almost like he won a war. “I don’t want to do this anymore, please stop.” You begin to cry. You weren’t crying because of what he was doing to you, you wanted more. But you didn’t know this man, you didn’t know the inner person, you only knew what he let you know. “Fuck, I’m so close, please just a little more.” He groaned, his cock twitching. “No, please stop.” You pushed at his chest. You saw the way his eyes darted to yours, and he pulled out immediately, jerking himself off to keep the pleasure going, to chase his release. You watched as he stroked his swollen cock quickly, and he rubbed your clit quickly to get you to your third release, after a few strokes, he was cumming, shooting on your stomach and the couch. “Fuck!” He groaned, throwing his head back. You naturally closed your legs, feeling a soreness, and feeling extremely vulnerable. “Why would I let this happen with a man I hardly know?” You thought to yourself. “What’s wrong?” He lifted your chin. “Why did we do that?” You questioned with tears pooling in your eyes.

“And why did you say you love me?” You added. “Because I do, your everything I want.” He said still catching his breath. “I don’t want to have sex with a man I hardly know. I’m sorry Suguru, but I don’t love you. I like you, but I don’t love you. We shouldn’t have done that. This is embarrassing.” You covered your head into your lap. You felt him pull you into his lap. “Hey, that’s alright. We don’t have to do the nasty.” He chuckled. “Let me make you fall in love with this big scary man, and then once you do, we will do all the humping we want.” He added with a chuckle. “Suguru! You always make things nasty.” You sighed, laying your head on his chest. He huffed as he ran his fingers through your hair. “Let me just hold you for a minute pretty.” He said delicately, Geto might have been scary to others, but you were beginning to see he wasn’t that scary, and he himself was someone you didn’t want to let go.

[gojo-enthusiast]

Chapter Three: New Home

mlist<3

My Serial Killer — Suguru Geto Series

It had been 2 months since you moved into Geto’s estate, despite the both of you sharing a bedroom, which also meant you both shared his king size bed, he had not taken advantage of you. He would graze his hands around your waist when he passed by you, or when he went to grab something that you were standing in front of, at those times you would mutter; "Do you have to stand so close?" With a scoff. You were natrually shy, but the tall broad man was calloused, and sweet in speech, yet you would ask yourself— “why would he deserve such pretty words and a timid attitude from me?” Despite all the time and little grazes, he did not touch you more than that.

"Don't be so sour." He growled into your ear. "Ah! Get out of my ear." You waved him off. You heard him chuckle to himself, as he grabbed a cup and walked away. "Fucking asshole." You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes. You began to see this silly side of him, he would come home covered in blood, or his face would look disgusted, or tired. Yet when you appeared in front of him, he would smile, and jokingly play with you, like as if you had become comfortable with him.

You were not.

Later on the day you were sitting on his big sectional, watching some tv show, eating ice cream. You spent a lot of your days doing that, all these shows you never had time to watch, you zombied yourself to the couch. "Hey pretty girl." One of Suguru’s new followers said to you. He was not allowed in the living room, you knew that for sure. "You're not allowed in here." You said plainly, but your hands began to shake. "I had to come see the nice piece of ass Sensai picked up. Are you as innocent as you look?" He smirks. "Please leave me be." You said standing up, to leave the room. "Hey hey hey, it's just me and you. I can take you away from here, let me just taste that pretty pus-" The man said, but was cut off by Geto slamming him down to the ground. "You like messing with what's mine? You know what I did to the last guy who touched my bride?" He growled. "I slit his throat, cut off his dick, and stuffed it into his mouth as he was chocking on his own blood." Geto muttered into his ear. "Now should I cut your tongue out, or cut your hands and feet off? You won't be able to take her anywhere with no feet and hands" Geto questioned. "Please no, I won't mess with her." The man cried. "Choose." He hissed. The man cried, and begged for mercy.

"Y/n, you get to choose. Tongue or limbs?" Geto peered up at you. You stood there frozen, you were not going to influence this behavior, you understood why he did what he did, but taking it to this extreme was beyond wrong. "Let him go. Please Suguru." You huffed out, trying control your tears. "Let's make a compromise, he touched your shoulder with his index finger. I get to cut it off, and the tip of his tongue." Geto eyed you. "Please please let me go!" The man cried out. Suguru stuck the knife into his mouth. "Shut the fuck up!" He hissed. "What about it y/n?" He asked again. You stood there frozen, you couldn't be apart of this. "Please just let him go." You looked away, trying to hide the fear. Geto stiffened up, the last thing he wanted was for you to fear him. Removing the knife from the mans mouth, he lifted the man up from his shirt. "Quit your crying, if it weren't for y/n kindness, I would have gutted you. Today you will walk out here with 9 toes and 9 fingers." Geto scoffed as he drug him out the living room, and disappearing to god knows where.

"Why won't he just be mean to me so I can hate him." You thought to yourself. You felt yourself become soft overtime for the man. By month 5, when everyone thought you were dead, and stopped looking for you. You became used to living at the estate. You loved gardening, so Geto built you a green house, and helped you set up different pots, and beds for your growing plants and foods. You baked like you did back when you ran the bakery. You cooked new things, enjoying having a huge kitchen to move around and cook foreign foods. "Try this." You held the spoon with a homemade sauce you made. Suguru opened his mouth, letting the sauce sit on his tongue. "Good, spicy." He swallowed, and smiling softly. You could see the way he was softer around you, and kept his violent ways, away from your sight. One day especially, one of the guards had started a fight with the other, over money to be exact. And Suguru snapped his neck the moment you were out of sight. You heard a yelp, then silence. You didn't ask, he didn't tell.

"What are you making?" He questioned. "Hehe." You giggled. "Ramen." You chuckled. "Ramen?" He questioned. "Yep, it's my comfort food." You smiled. You were making it the way your mom made it. "My mom used to make it for me when I was living at home. Anytime I had a long day, or just not feeling my best, she would make me this receipe and it cheered me up." You smiled from the thought of your mom. "You wanna see her?" He questioned. You perked up, "What do you mean?" You asked. "Do you... Want to... See Her, your mom?” He chuckled from his emphasizing. "I mean of course." You said. "Okay." He said plainly. That was the end of that conversation and you both sat there, eating ramen in silence, but you were convinced your heart was beating so loud that Suguru had to hear it. You felt the pulsating in your eyes, you were growing soft and drawn to this criminal, yet he seemed to love you in a way that made you feel like you would always be safe.

[gojo-enthusiast]

Chapter Two: Good Morning

mlist<3

My Serial Killer — Suguru Geto Series

“Wake up sleepy head, put these clothes on.” Geto said, putting clothes beside you. You had looked at the man, and had noticed your phone was smashed on the floor. You were hoping by the time you woke up, all of this was some sick bad dream, and you would wake up like normal, get ready for work, see the handsome tall long haired man, go home, and repeat your days like you had been for the last year. You sat up, staring at the man who stayed in your apartment and most likely watched you all night, you felt fear overwhelm you, muttering “I’m scared.” With a whimper. You felt the tears begin to form, and pool around your eyes. You woke up with puffy eyes, and the blankets wrapped around you, as if you were terrified what could happen to you. The tall man walked to you, and kneeled down, whispering—“Don’t be, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” Then standing up and walking out the room for you to change.

You did exactly as you were told, changing into leggings, and a big sweatshirt, and some sneakers. As you walked into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth, and threw your hair up in a messy bun. There was no getting away from the man, so what was the point in fighting him? You saw what he did to the man from the night before, you could only imagine what he would do to you. You walked out the bathroom, and saw him sitting at the foot of the bed, “let’s go.” He grabbed your hand, leading you out the bedroom. When you walked out, you saw the man who had followed you home, butchered on your couch. You screeched. Feeling the tears pool out. The man’s dick was cut off and put into his mouth. And his fingers cut off. What the man tried to do to you, now he was doing to himself. Suguru was truly a sick man, and he was going to do everything in his power to remove anyone who dared to look at you. You hadn’t realized you were clinging onto the man, who did such a thing to a human being. When you realized it, you broke away and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Don’t look, let’s go.” He shielded your eyes, walking you out the apartment. Suguru had taken you to an exit that was hidden and no one really knew about in the apartment complex, it made you think; “he’s been studying me for quite sometime.” As you walked out the exit, there was a car waiting for the both of you. “Morning Sensei.” The men bowed. “Let’s go.” He waved. As he opened the door for you to get in, you did, and he came in right behind you. “To the estate master Geto?” The driver said. Geto nodded. “Who are you?” You asked. “Suguru Geto.” He bluntly said. You felt your blood boil. “I KNOW THAT!” You shouted, all fear to the side. You watched a smirk tug on his lip. “Why are these people calling you Sensei and master?”

You asked with an agitated tone. “I’m their leader, their teacher, their means of life.” He said plainly. “Are you a gangster or something?” You asked, feeling a sheet of confidence, “Far greater and dangerous than a mere gangster.” He chuckled, your eyes widened. Who was this mysterious man? What could you possibly be worthy of to catch his attention?

“Why me?” You croaked out. “Why not?” He said, pulling out his phone, declining a call. “I’m so confused.” you began to cry. “You’re pretty, you got a nice voice, your tits and ass are proportioned well, and you are always nice, well except for right now.” He laughed. “You’re an asshole.” You scoffed, tears going down your face. “You took me away from my home, killed someone in front of me.” You cried. “I saved you.” He reminded. “You took me away from my home.” You repeated. “Yeah I did. I have been searching for a woman to fulfill the position of being my partner, you just so happened to be what I was searching for. I saved you, let’s please be reminded of that, all the man who have entered into your life, touched you in ways that made your skin crawl, I removed each one, saving you time and time again. You should be a little more thankful, dontcha think?” He said. You couldn’t say anything, you were flabbergasted by his response. You couldn’t help but still feel angry, he might have saved you numerous times, but he took you away from your home, and your family, that was something you couldn’t just simply get over. You placed your head against the window and watched the trees and the cars drive past. “This is my life now.” You thought to yourself.

This chapter is a little shorter than the upcoming chapters— I don’t want to rush the process and plot of the story, so bare with me :)

[gojo-enthusiast]

Chapter One: My Stalker

mlist <3

My Serial Killer — Suguru Geto Series

"Good morning! Welcome in!" You smiled, waving at the tall broad long dark haired man. You noticed him come into the bakery every morning, grabbing the same thing he did every morning, a crossaint and a black coffee. "Same as usual." You cheerly said, as he went to check out. The man hummed, fishing out the cash from his wallet, setting it on the counter. He was handsome, tall, buff, and his jaw was perfectly chiseled, it was almost as if he had been handcrafted by God himself.

"Be careful pretty, I heard there has been some disturbing activity over here." He said gruntly. You had never really heard him speak so much, hearing his voice sent shivers down your spine. "Of course, thank you Sir!" You smiled. "Suguru." He smirked, "Oh, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Mr. Suguru." You waved, after handing him his food and coffee.

You were not oblivious to the people who kept coming up missing, and found a mile down the road, sluaghtered to pieces. There was always a little note on the indivuals. "She is mine." You had noticed after the 5th man to be murdered horrifically that these men were all men who came into your bakery and tried hitting on you. Tonight was one of those nights, as you tried locking up the bakery to get going home, and feed your two cats, a slender man had been waiting for you. "Hey pretty lady, you closing?" He snickered. "Um- yes sir, we reopen at 7AM. Feel free to come back then." You smiled, locking the door, and walking away. You had pulled your pepper spray out, and sped walked to your apartment that was down the street.

“Let me walk you home pretty.” The slender man said in a purr. “I’m okay. I can surely walk fine on my own.” You nervously said, walking faster. “You scared?” He chuckled, grabbing you by your wrist, as you tried to open the door to your apartment building. “I’m really okay, please leave me alone.” You huffed, walking into the apartment building and going to the elevator.

The slender man walked into the elevator as it was closing, “Sir, please leave me be.” You started to shake, grabbing your pepper spray. “I’m just walking a lady home, that’s all.” He smirked, getting dangerously close to you. You aimed the pepper spray at him, and as you were about to spray, he snatched it from your hand. At that moment, the elevator door opened, and you ran out as fast as possible, you darted for your door, yelling. “PLEASE HELP ME!” You feared what the man would do to you if you didn’t get help. As you raced to your door, and were fidgeting for your keys, the tall broad man you had seen every single day for a whole year was standing at the door next to yours. Neighbors maybe? “Help me please.” You cried running behind Suguru. “Someone chasin you?” He muttered, seeing the man walk to you with a knife in hand. “Ah, I just wanted to walk the pretty lady to her door, but the little bitch wanted to pepper spray me. You don’t wanna have fun?” He snickered. Suguru opening his front door, walking in. At this point, you couldn’t see nor think. Your keys were jumbled and you felt your blood run cold as the man got closer. As you finally opened your door, you went to shut it, but you didn’t make it in time. The slender man had gotten himself inside. He held the knife to your throat.

“How about you shut that trap of yours, or maybe I should shut it for you?” He chuckled. Grabbing you by your neck. “P-please let me go.” You cried. “Oh I love how pretty girls cry, cry with my cock down your throat.” He laughed. Just a moment later his laughter changed to choking, and the only thing you saw was blood spurting from his throat. You looked past the slender man, and saw Suguru’s figure behind, holding a hunting knife. “Is that how you talk to a lady?” He muttered, grabbing the man by his nape and stabbing him over and over. You stood there in shock. You had blood that had gotten on your clothes and hands. You couldn’t scream, you couldn’t hear, you stayed silent and cried. You had dropped to your knees, watching Suguru brutally murder the man. Next thing you knew, you watched two men take the body from your home and disappear. While Suguru stood there and wiped the blood from his hands and face.

“You alright doll?” He asked unphased. You couldn’t speak, you watched as he walked to your cabinet and grabbing cup. How did he know which cabinet? Was it luck? He poured you water from your water dispenser on your fridge, handing it to you. “Here, drink.” He smiled.

“I-“ you stuttered out. “Hush, drink. Talk after.” He said. “There is two men outside your apartment complex, and stationed at every fire exit. Don’t try to run. I’m gon’ go take a shower.” He said, walking into your bathroom and taking a shower.

You sat there on the ground until he came back, when he came back, you had ran to the kitchen, grabbing knife. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” You cried. “You.” He plainly said. “What!” You cried, confused. “I want you.” He said again. “What does that even mean?” You said confused. “I have watched you every single day for a year, you have captured my attention and time. I have watched you, studied you, and I have found myself entranced by your innocence. I’m going to take you away from this place, and you’re going to live to serve me, and I will live to serve you.” He said in an almost growl. “Serve you! Leave here? I’m staying right here!” You were so scared of what this man could do to you. “I’m not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to. That little knife there is one of the reasons. So if I were you, I would put it down. I just saved you didn’t I?” He questioned. You felt your heard skip a beat. “Listen here, I could force that puny knife out of your hand, and forcefully take you with me, or you could be a good girl, and leave with me willingly, and you don’t have to get hurt.” He said with a serious tone. “I’m not leaving with you!” You shouted. “Listen here doll, I know where your mom, dad, little brother, and even your dear old grandma lives. Either come with me, or I’ll slit all of their throats in front of you.” He grunted. You gasped, letting go of the knife, and it falling on the ground. “That’s a good girl.” He smirked. “I’m gonna have fun with you.” He added, throwing you over his shoulder and walking to your bed, tossing you on it.

“Undress and sleep. We leave in the morning.” He smiled, kissing your forehead and walking out the room.

What the fuck…

[gojo-enthusiast]

My Serial Killer — Suguru Geto (R)

mlist<3

New Series✨ — a cult leader cursed user killing men that dare to even breathe around you, Suguru Geto will kill every last human being if it meant, they never look at you. You are for his eyes only.

MDI | 18 plus | smut | violence | dark

Chapter One: My Stalker

Chapter Two: Good Morning

Chapter Three: New Home

Chapter Four: 8 Months Later

Chapter Five: First Date? Maybe Next Time.

Stay tuned for more

[gojo-enthusiast]

I read your husband toji series😖 wishing she left that loser but i love the way you wrote it

Do you think you could maybe do little drabble of what would happen if she left and completely cut contact🙏🙏🙏

Ahhhh I know, but we love a changing Toji😭 but of course I would love to do so! Enjoy❤️

My Husband Toji Zenin — Toji Fushiguro Series

Mlist <3

*just a Drabble, doesn’t go with story!

Even though you forgave your husband, you couldn’t trust him. No amount of therapy, and talking could make you understand why he did what he did, you were young, and just was ready to restart your life.

You got your own apartment, and started working at a law firm doing admin work. You started making new friends, and even rekindling friendships you lost due to your marriage. Believe it or not, your friends never liked Toji.

“Hey Y/n, this is my friend Choso! He’s new to town!” Your friend Shoko tells you. It had been a year since the divorce, changing your number, and blocking Toji. He always found a way to contact you, but you never picked up. The calls went from everyday hour, to every day, to every week, to once a month, to nothing. He tried, and nothing could convince you to pick up. You knew he would only convince you to come back. You knew how sorry he was, you knew he loved you, but he didn’t love you enough to be true to you. “Hey Choso, I’m y/n, welcome to town haha!” You smiled brightly. You hadn’t dated at all, just meeting friends and living your single life.

Weeks went by and you and Choso started talking, you started to feel love again, and maybe, just maybe you could feel alive again. “I really like you, you’re funny, fucking smart, gorgeous, and you have about the kindest smile. I’d really like to be more than just friends.” Choso smiled, you both were on your 5th date. “Choso, I really like you too. I know Shoko told you about my divorce, I’m a guarded, but you have been able to knock down those walls.” You smiled, grasping his hand. At that moment the man you never wanted to see again, was walking into the restaurant, with some twinky, and he you caught his eye. You smiled lightly at your ex husband, and looking back at Choso, you were finally at peace. Seeing your ex husband with yet another one of those woman he promised to never mess with again, just signified that you made the right decision on leaving.

“Let’s go get some ice cream.” Choso smiled, walking beside you, with his hands laced with yours.

[gojo-enthusiast]

Kento Nanami — No Words, Only Moans

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18+, MDI, degrading, angry sex, overstimulation—

Your darling husband Kento Nanami was not happy with you today. You had always known he was a rather patient husband, so you naturally got away with little back talk, and snarky remarks. This morning you made your husband late for work, when you decided late at night to rearrange his shoes and clothes, you hadn’t realized you didn’t hang his dress shirt he wore for missions, now his laundry is wrinkled, and on the floor. Gojo now calling Kento asking him where he is at?

All through out the day, you had called him asking him common sense questions, like “what are your thoughts on white bread and wheat bread” but to you, you were seeking attention from your agitated husband, and seeing him getting frustrated by your actions, only fueled for you to piss him off more. Finally after the last call, Kento finally was done with your attitude. “Fuck, quit calling me for the rest of the day. You’re driving me berserk.” He snaps. “Excuse me?” You ask in an agitated tone. “You have been picking on me all day, if you don’t have an emergency do not call me, I am working. Fuck— Itadori-Kun, don’t touch that! Gojo-San, you fucking dumbass!” He shouts, hanging up the phone. At this point you knew, you fucked up. Your ass was grass when he got home, he either was going to scold you, or not talk to you until he cools down.

You paced around the living room, as 5PM hit, meaning your husband was going to be home in 17 minutes. Sitting on the couch, cuddled under a blanket, biting your nails. You see the nob turn, and keys dangling. You hear a light mutter behind the door, and a frustrated grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You think to yourself. You rushed to the bathroom, instantly turning the hot water on for a bath, knowing your husband was going to be angry with you, you were trying to soften up his feelings as much as possible. As you hear the front door slam shut. You begin to start putting some epsom salts and essential oils in the bath, something to calm him down. Your heart is racing, your skin has chill bumps. You lacked much cursed energy, so you lived your life as a normal person, but at this moment, you sensed his presence the closer he got, until he was at the bathroom door, staring at you.

“Hey Ken— I drew you a bath.” You lightly said, watching him loosen his tie, you could see his blue shirt was still wrinkled, and he looked disheveled. “Let me take your clothes and I’ll wash and iron them.” You add lightly. Your husband has YET to say a word. You walk over to him, grabbing the tie that was bundled in his hands, and begin to unbutton his shirt, wanting to take full care of your Kento. You felt his head droop down, his mouth next to your ear.

“Listen to me carefully.” He says in a seductive growl. “You’re not allowed to speak, until I say you’re allowed the speak.” He says, making your heart race even faster, “take off your clothes and bend over the counter… now.” He growls. You look up to say something, but you knew if you did so, you might be the next thing he exercises. You look up at him, with your innocent doe eyes, pleading with him to be easy on you. But you saw clear in his eyes, tonight is about him, and him only, he will use you till his hearts content. “Now.” He says louder. You nod lightly, pulling your nightgown off, only left in your silk panties, that you hadn’t even realized you soaked in your arousal. “Wtf is wrong with me?” You think to yourself.

You bend over the counter, hearing your husband turn off the tub, and then come up behind you, his clothed manhood pressed against you, as he gently rubs the fat of your ass, before he lands a hard slap on it. Making your legs shake, and a yelp coming out of your lips. “HUSH!” He shouts. You close your mouth, feeling your arousal slip out of you. “Look at you, soaked. Is this what you wanted, you act like a fucking brat all day, for me to fuck you?” He hisses, he was beyond furious, you could feel the heat coming off his body. He peeled your underwear off, dropping it at your ankles. A moment later, you feel him push a silicone item inside your hole, your walls hugging it so perfectly. “Ah—“ you moan. Then another slap on your ass. You covered your mouth. “Fuck, Do you not fucking listen?” He asks. You nodded, and then stifled the moan that almost escaped your mouth when you felt the machine turn on. “Stand there, and take it. I’m gonna take a bath.” Kento smirks to himself. “Don’t you fucking dare move or talk. I only give you permission to moan.”

Kento watched you as he sat in the bath, relaxing after a long day. He watched you as the vibrator which he controlled on a remote, made you cum over and over and over. It had been the 5th time now, you were crying in pleasure, you couldn’t speak, but your moans were confirming to him, that you were wanting to be fucked merciless. Your hearing had gone in and out, but you heard your husband step out of the bath and walk up to you. He pulled the device out of you, and quickly replaced it with his cock. Instantly slamming into you. “You little slut, you like it when I fuck you like this? You’re gonna fuckin take it.” He grunts, his hips were like a stallion, he slammed them forcefully and fucked you stupid. You felt him pick you up, showcasing yourself to the mirror. “Watch how I fuck your slutty cunt. Watch how I fix that brattiness.” He grunts in your ear, you sat there and watch your husband fuck up into you roughly, “Ken-“ you groan, feeling so overstimulated. “SHUT UP!” he shouts, biting your shoulder. You yelped out from the bite, feeling your stomach tingle, “shut up shut up shut up!” He chanted, he didn’t want to hear you, he wanted to hear nothing come out of your mouth. “I only want to hear your pussy, she listens, unlike you.” He growls, slamming faster, placing his hand on your clit, rubbing quickly. He loved the way you would clamp down on him as you were approaching an orgasm.

You blacked out after squirting all over the mirror, you woke up 10 minutes later, to you lied on your stomach, and your back arched. Kento was slamming into you still. His cock was throbbing, he had busted already, yet he needed more. “Fuck!! You make me so fucking angry. You never fucking listen.” He says as he thrust. “Kenny, I’m sorry baby. Please slow down.” You moan, feeling your walls and stomach tighten again. “I can’t hear anything, I can’t hear anything you’re saying.” He grunted, he was so entranced and addicted to your pussy that nothing you could do, could calm him the fuck down. “Please, ah- Kenny.” You whimpered, you moaned so deliciously, making his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, I could fuck you forever. I don’t want to hear— hear your words, I just want to hear you cry for more.” Kento groaned, his cock was so sensitive, yet he couldn’t stop. “Ken, feels so so good. I’ll be so so good now, I just-just missed you so so much.” You moan out. “I wont ever leave you.” He moaned into your ear, as his thrust began to get sloppy, and his head next to yours. You felt him pull out, flipping you over, inserting himself back into you sopping sensitive cunt. He thrust quickly, while her hand found your clit and rubbed it quickly. “Cum, now.” He grunted, as his cock twitched and started shooting out inside of you. “Ah yes yes yes!” You chanted, cumming and squirting all over his cock. “Kento, please slow down.” You moaned, feeling your legs spasm. You simply couldn’t take it anymore. “Water, I need water.” You groan. Your husband’s vision, finally clearing and his head less foggy. “Hmm?” He hummed as he slid out, and lied beside you, slipping off the bed to grab water. You stared at his figure, as his cock began to finally soften, and he looked thoroughly satisfied. He handed you a bottle water, and you downed it like you were dehydrated. “I’m sorry kento.” You pout. He kissed your forehead, and whispered. “I’m not done with you yet. You better get your breather in, you messed with me for 8 hours, we have 5 more hours to go.” He said, as you watched his cock swole back up. The only thought in your head— “oh fuck, I really fucked up.”

[gojo-enthusiast]

CAUGHT ON FILM #2! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...more nsfw twt links of the jjk men

INFO...jjk men x fem!bodied reader, women in the videos may be white skinned and light skinned but these videos are only to show how’d they fuck you, choking, cow girl, doggy, missionary, rough sex, oral (m & f receiving), spit, handjobs, fingering, overstim, bondage, praise, degradation, squirting, creampie, breeding, anal, sex toys

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

TOJI

pounding your pussy in the backseat of the car

choking you and spitting in your mouth while he fucks you from behind

teasing your pussy with the tip of his cock

making you squirt all over his dick while he cums in your pussy

he loves seeing your mascara run down your face

toji doesn’t like when you use condoms, you feel too good

GOJO

gojo watching in the mirror as you bounce on his cock

pulling your panties to the side and eating your pussy

using his fleshlight on him

you look so cute in your nightgown he just had to fuck you in it

he loves the way your ass bounces back on him

gojo getting needy and thrusting up into your hand

NANAMI

fucking you before the two of you go out on your date

pushing you up against the shower door and fucking you after a long day

cockwarming him in public but can’t help getting needy and moving your hips against his

eating your pussy until you cum and make a mess

choking you and making you rub yourself through your panties while he praises and reassures you

fingering you till you squirm

GETO

jerking him off while he fingers you

waking you up in the middle of the night cause he’s so needy

licking you through your panties

the two of you get a little distracted while watching a movie

geto thought it would be fun to try anal

sloppy head is the best head

SUKUNA

treating you like a whore while fucking your face

using your pussy for his own pleasure

using your tits to jerk himself off

fucking you rough against the couch after a bad day

breeding your cute little hole

he loves using toys on both of your holes until you’re shaking

HIGURUMA

grinding your ass against his hard cock, teasing him

guiding you up and down his cock

deciding to tie you up and fuck you from behind

holding you close to him while he whispers the nasty things he wants to do as he licks and sucks at your sensitive spots

playing with your pussy for his own enjoyment

spanking you for being a brat

CHOSO

rubbing your clothed pussy over his dick before he gets too needy and fucks you

he can’t help eating your pussy even after you’ve cum already

sitting on his face while he’s distracted on his phone

making out naked and getting touchy

breeding your pussy on your cute picnic date

making him cum through his underwear

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[gojo-enthusiast]

𐙚 Ao3 & Tumblr fics i love part 2 𐙚

oh my goodness, okay, so! I love you guys so much! thank you for following me, I really appreciate it! I'm not a writer of any sort, so I'm extremely shocked at the amount of followers I received from letting you guys know my favourite jjk fics! (and the twitter links ofc :*) but I'm still reading a lot of fics on tumblr and ao3 so I'll try my best to continue letting you know what ones I've loved and let me know some of your favourite fics I'd really love to read them! ♡

also, if you don't like what I recommend that's totally fine everyone has their own preferences when it comes to what they want to read but don't send anything mean to the authors I recommended. they take so much time in producing these fics for us! so please be nice! :3

𐙚 silent love by @strbymacaroon sukuna x fem reader (completed)

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

Yet, the tables seem to turn when he comes knocking on your door asking for your help.

Under one agreement, that is.

𐙚 it had to be you by @mysteria157 Nanami x fem reader (completed)

Despite your differences and frustrations with one another, you share a drunk but passionate night tangled in the sheets. But now, five weeks later, you and Nanami Kento have no choice but to navigate a rocky relationship while also embracing the new responsibilities of parenthood that lay ahead.

𐙚 One of the Girls by @/ladyofwhims toji x fem reader (completed)

You want one night of great sex, and you happen to have the one thing Toji finds irresistible: $$$$. But nothing is ever simple.

𐙚 Clipped Wings by @/mahithoes sukuna x fem reader (ongoing)

(TW has graphic themes! Sukuna is lowkey scary in this.)

Routine visits to different prisons and psych wards are mainly what your life consists of. You’ve encountered many unique individuals who express differences in their personalities, physical behaviours, and personal attributes. It was your field of study and you excelled at it, one of the best in your workforce in this small city. Forensic psychology was something you were compelled to do from a young age, you’re now 26 years old and pursuing your dream. After your last client had lost his life in a gang-related incident, you were assigned a new inmate. You were warned before you accepted, this prisoner was uncooperative and notoriously violent. It is your goal to break through them obstacles and find out the truth behind all of the gruesome crimes of Ryomen Sukuna once and for all.

𐙚 Karma by @spideyyeet Sukuna x fem reader (ongoing)

funny story! they have a different name on ao3 and i didn’t realise and i thought someone stole their work and i was like oh no they did not just do this in broad daylight! but nooo i was wrong 😭

It was easy tutoring rich university students . They paid you decently, but of course what really brought in the cash was slipping a couple trinkets from their homes into your little bag on your way out. It was all well and fine until Yuuji forgets to tell you his hot older brother is back, and you’re caught red fucking handed.

𐙚 Now let’s get into fics i’ve read on Tumblr! 𐙚

I may not add all of them only because I've read so many I genuinely cannot remember some of them 😭 but I have reblogged most of the fics I've read and loved! (also some aren’t long fics more like series? i dont know :D)

@spideyyeet MMA Toji (I be rereading these all the time I wont sit here and lie...)

@tojipie Prison Boyfriend Toji

@saintobio Sincerely Not (completed)

CW: mean!gojo, VERY OOC, adultery/infidelity, profanity, explicit smut, violence, emotional trauma/physical abuse from past experiences, neglect, heavy family drama, illnesses, classism, pregnancy, undertones of masochism, undertones of manipulation, abandonment issues, overall toxic relationships, graphic depictions of self-harm, suicide/murder (and attempts thereof), minor character death, plot loosely based on twotm & tre.

Sincerely Yours (ongoing)

CW: ooc, profanity, illnesses, toxic relationships, cyberbullying, classism, mentions of abortion, cheating, explicit smut, mentions of suicide (or attempts thereof), mentions of depression + more to be updated. please read with proper discretion.

@xxsabitoxx Pale Blue (ongoing)

@lemonlover1110 Literally all of their work.

@tojikai Permanent Mark (completed)

CW: tragedy, alcohol abuse, self-harm, self-destructive reader, smoking, physical violence, cheating, toxic relationships, manipulation, eventual smut, pregnancy, mentions of abortion

Sundered (completed)

CW: mean!gojo (at first), pregnancy, arguments, implied noncon, insecurities

@thehighpriestess1 Scars Don't Fade (completed)

CW:Mentions of death, TW : Suicide (in one chapter)

August (completed)

@sukunastoy Shameful Attraction (ongoing… i think 😁)

CW: This story has moments of mistreatment and abuse in it. There are references all throughout about this behaviour—Hitting, name-calling, degradation, hiding bruises, domestic violence, sexual assault, being drugged/unaware, cheating, unfaithfulness etc. Also, reader is thin/underweight

@lostfracturess Concern and Control (completed)

CW: [18+] this story contains abusive/possessive behaviour, (rough) smut, mature themes, self-destructive behaviour, (heavy) angst, graphic depictions of violence/injury/combat, character death, suicidal thoughts. reader discretion is advised. Reader is 20+ btw!!!

Let me know if you enjoyed these as much as I did! Also let the Authors know first of course!! And send me some new fics to read I literally spend so much time reading these fics and I genuinely enjoy them so much! If I remember the other fics I've read I promise I'll update this one with them added! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[gojo-enthusiast]

Suguru Geto — In Love With a Cult Leader

Masterlist <3

One of the longest ones I have written >_<

MDI- 18+, smut, sadness, degradation, fluff, sad sad sad, I’m sorryyyyy—

You saw the two young girls, bruised and scared, fearing what their fortune was about to become, Mimiko & Nanako the two twin girls. You just so happened to be cleaning the rooms of the building the girls were imprisoned in, scrapping up the change you were given to feed your mother and father, who beat you just as badly. You watched as the young man who stood taller then the men beside him killed each and every person in that village, the anger gleaming in his eyes, you hid behind the door, fearing you were next. You had given the twins food any chance you could, Mimiko sticking her hand out to yours, to hold it. She sensed your fear of what was happening. The tall man, known at Suguru Geto, stood over your shaking body, noticing how the small 5 year old child was holding your hand through the bars of the cell. “Get up.” He scolded, he could kill you in seconds, he sensed zero cursed energy from you, waving away, deciding to put an end to you. “No please.” Nanako cried. “She gave us food, and cleaned our cuts.” Mimiko cried, “Please spare her.” The two girls said in union. Suguru Geto staring down at you, “What could you possibly do to be worthy of life, you monkey.” He growled. “W-well, I can clean, and I can cook, and I-I’m very good with kids, I-I had brother’s and sisters before they got sick and passed.” You shook, trying to look the tall man in the eyes. “Please.” The girls pleaded with the young Jujutsu sorcerer. Geto waving his hand, smiling at the girls, a sense of relief washed over, “Let’s get you girls out of here, it’s dangerous here.” He smiled, helping you stand, and helping the girls stand as well. The young girls held onto your hand, and Suguru grasped onto your hand as he walked. This was the official start of your new life as a servant of a man who became wanted for genocide.

6 months later

Suguru finding a secluded home out in the rural lands, he found a home for the 4 of you to live, while he built his empire as a cult leader. The girls were thriving, learning about their cursed technique and the difference between curse users, jujutsu sorcerers, and monkeys also known as you.

“I don’t like calling Mama a monkey.” Nanako said, “A non curse user.” Geto corrected, wanting to please the child and her worries of her new mother, he knew you were not at fault for not being able to have any cursed technique, but he somehow always took his hate out on you, with the way he spoke about people of your kind.

As you resided in the home with the curse users, you begin to see curses you had never seen before. Having fear when they would taunt you, one particular night, one would tickle your feet at the edge of the bed, and run its tongue up and down your legs, beginning to rape you with its tongue. You cried out quietly, you were gentle, quiet, you knew not to bother the great Suguru Geto. “Why must you silently cry, rather than ask for my hand?” Geto grumbled, sucking the curse up, swallowing it whole. “T-thank you.” You cried quietly, your body shaking from the forced orgasm of a curse. You felt so vulnerable in the way you night robe was open, and you were disheveled. “Come with me.” Geto ordered, you stood up, wobbly legged, following the tall young man. You followed him into his bedroom, he opened the door for you, “You shall sleep in here from now on, so I can protect the weaker one of the home, I would hate for the one who cooks our dinners, to be gobbled up by a mere curse.”He chuckled, it was a taunt at you. But you were thankful he was willing to protect you despite your limitations.

2 year later

The two twin girls now the age of 7 and a half, they were growing tremendously, you and Suguru now being 19 years of age. “Mama” Mimiko mustered out, “Yes my beautiful girl?” You smiled, “Are you and Geto-sama in love? My friend has a mama and a daddy and they love each other.” She giggled. “I-“ You nearly choked. “Girl’s are you ready for your lessons?” Geto smiled, interrupting the conversation that had left you speechless. Suguru had never once even touched you, even though you had slept in his bed every night since 2 years prior. You were his loyal servant, cleaning up the blood of the people he would kill, scrubbing blood from his robes and kimono, with zero complaints. You were as innocent as a butterfly, yet you were given the duty that made you fear the man respectfully.

The day had come to an end, Geto spent the day with the girls, and meeting with other curse users, preaching his belief of a new world with only curse users. You felt your heart twinge, what if it came to a day, where he could not make an exception, and kill you along with the other non cursed users. As you looked at the clock, you knew he was going to be coming back home from his temple anytime soon. Drawing him a bath, with a fresh pair of night clothes, and a towel. You laid them out delicately for him to easily grab and use. “Good evening.” Geto smiled, appearing behind you quietly. You hadn’t noticed how long his hair had grown. “I am tired today, please bathe me.” He quietly said, removing his Kimono which looked like was free of blood today. “Of course, Geto-San.” You quietly muttered. “Suguru. Only you can call me that though. But only when we are alone.” Geto said, dipping his aching body into the bath.

“Ah, I sensed Satoru today, he must have been near. I wonder how he has to be doing?” Suguru questions to himself, letting the hot water sooth his aching muscles. “I am going to rinse your hair.” You said. “Mmhmm.” He hummed. You washed him, feeling your heart pound as you watched his hard cock throb under the water. “Theres no way he would actually make me touch it, would he?” You thought to yourself. “Ignore it, I will take care of it.” Suguru sighed, lightly jerking himself, while you washed his hair. “I-I can help, I-If y-you need.” You shyly said, you didn’t know where that came from, you rinsed the soap from Suguru’s hair, watching his mouth open lightly, his breath getting heavier, as he jerked himself under the water. “You want to?” Geto peered into your eyes, looking so innocent and yet so needy. You made it in your head, that your only means of living was to fulfill the needs of Suguru Geto. You nodded your head, getting on your knees, dipping your arm down in the bath, Geto grabbed your small delicate hands, guiding it to his large member, you wrapped your small hand around it, mimicking the movement he was doing, his breath hitched, “Fuck— yes, just like that.” He groaned, throwing his head back. This was probably the most vulnerable you had seen the long black haired man. You felt his groin twitch, releasing a milky liquid. His muscled relaxing and feeling his chest lightly heave up and down. “Please let me finish up in here alone. Thank you for assisting me.” He waved off, as you glanced at him one more time before walking out, you noticed his cheeks that had turned a bright red. “He’s embarrassed.” You thought to yourself. Finding it cute how the man blushed.

2 year later

Nothing happened between you and Suguru Geto, the most that you would do, is jerk him off and then leave when he was finished. You felt your body begin to grow hot for the man, being 21 now, and seeing the way he was changing, his arms being more defined, and his stature growing bigger, he stood over you like a tree, even the way his voice had grown more calloused, and almost a purr when he would speak to you, but when he spoke to anyone else, it was a kind and gentle sensai. One night as you lied in your bedroom that you did not share with Suguru, your hands wondered around your body, you dipped your fingers into your throbbing heat, this wasn’t the first, nor the second, probably more than the 20th time, you had fantasized about Suguru and how he would touch you. But they were simply only fantasies, there was no way he would ever make love to a monkey like you, at least that would be what you would tell yourself. “Y/n!” Suguru shouted from the halls of the home. You jerked up, your orgasm had already begin to subside, you hid your hands behind your back, as he barged into your room. “Why are you in here?” Geto says in an almost angry hiss. “I just wanted to lay down quietly for a little bit, I apologize Geto-San.” You bow your head. Geto smelled your arousal from across the room, “What were you doing?” He questioned, itching closer to you. “N-nothing, I was only lying down.” You stammer. You had brought your robe down before he came into the room, but your underwear was on the side of the bed. “Is that so?” He pushed an eyebrow up. “I smell your lust from here.” He whispered into your ear, flicking your robe open. “Ah!” You screech out, covering your mouth, not realizing the hand you used was the same one where your juices were dripping from. “Mmm I see you have already accomplished your goal.” He says with a smirk, grabbing your hand, and staring at you. “I- I am sorry Geto-San.” You nervously get out, “Suguru.” He whispers into your ear, then placing your hand closer to his face, flicking his tongue around your digits. “Geto-San!” You say, trying to pull your hand away. “Would you much rather I lick where you got these delicious juices from?” Suguru questions, eyeing you. “I could never ask for that!” You say, embarrassed, the redness in your cheeks were practically on fire. “Let us head to our bedroom.” He lifts you up bridal style. “I must confess my passion for you, I regretfully can no longer care to keep it hidden from you.” He says, latching his lips onto yours, you never knew how much you wanted this, and how much you craved for his attention, his affection, his acceptance, until this very moment.

Suguru placed you on the bed gently, grabbing a hair tie. “Dinner was splendid, but this my dear, this is my dessert.” Suguru groaned, opening your legs wide, spreading them. “Geto-“ You went to say, “Suguru, I do not want to hear you say Geto-San again. Am I clear?” He said with a dominate tone. “Yes, S-Suguru.” You said, biting your lip. “Good girl.” He said into your cunt, causing you to moan out loud. “I-I’m sorry.” You cover your mouth. “Did you just moan at my praise?” He smirked, “I-“ you said, not knowing what to even say. “Do I not praise you enough? I praise you for your food, cleaning, the way you take care of the girls. I must not praise you enough when it comes to you and I.” He says, spreading your folds, and beginning to lap his tongue over your already sensitive clit. “Su-Sugu.” You moan, you had moaned that pet name for years now, naturally coming out as he gave you this new found feeling. “Hmm? You taste exquisite.” Geto groaned into your cunt. “Oh yes.” You moaned, feeling your legs twitch. “S-so so so good.” You mumbled, moaning quietly. “The girls are gone, I want to hear you.” Geto said, licking faster, and inserting one of his thick fingers into you. “Ahh— slow slow.” You moaned, this sensation was new, you didn’t know how to feel, nor what to say. “Do you fantasize of me doing this to you?” Suguru questions, adding a second finger, stretching you slowly. “Yes yes yes.” You moan. “I think of you Suguru.” You whimper out. “I am but a lowly monkey, I am not worthy of your affection.” You moan out, you needed more, you needed him. You had fallen madly in love with the cult leader, then man who would call you monkey, or throw his robes at you to wash, the same man, who watched you scrub blood off the floor the first year of living with him and the girls.

“You will become my bride, you will carry my children, give me a child, give me your life.” Geto groaned, humping into the mattress. “Mmhmm, all yours.” You moaned. Suguru pulled himself on top of you, smashing his lips, passionately kissing you, licking all inside your mouth, sucking on your tongue. “Suck my tongue.” Suguru said, you did as you were told, as you did so, the man moaned into your mouth. You hadn’t even realize his robe was discarded now, and he was bare in front of you. You ran your hands all around his biceps, and abs. “Please Sugu, make love to me. I want to be yours til we depart from this world.” You cried out, tears sliding down your face.

“Y/n?” Geto quietly said, You began to cry, feeling his fingers rub your clit slowly. “Listen to me.” He said, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, feeling the pit of your stomach burn, it wanted to release so badly, but the pace he was going was far to slow, he knew what he was doing, he wanted you to listen to him, before he ruined your innocence.

“I will die one day, I will die trying to fulfill a dream of mine. When I pass, you will live a life making sure our children protect the weak, protect people like you. Please do not let my children follow in my footsteps, I do not want you nor the ones I love to die, live a long life my love.” He said, tears pulling out of his eyes. You had never realized how Suguru felt towards you, all the moments he forced you to do things you hated, you thought it was simply because he hated you, when in reality, it was him trying to push you away. But love had a way of being stronger in the end.

“I’m going to fill you my dear.” Suguru groaned, grabbing onto his length and lining himself up. “Hold onto me.” He said, you did as he said, you felt the tip push in, the stretch burning. “Ah-“ You hiccuped out, you were not prepared for such a night. “Suguru, I love you.” You cried into the crook of his neck, as his length pushed further into you. “My bride, I love you.” He said, pushing the rest of his inches into you, feeling something snap inside. “Give me many children.” He groaned, slowly thrusting so you could grow comfortable with his size. “S-so big.” You moaned and cried. It felt painfully good, you didn’t know how to describe this feeling, but it was a feeling you never wanted to forget.

The night consisted of the two of you going at it like to animals in heat, he filled your cunt with his seed, pushing it back in with his cock. “Let me fill you once more.” He groaned, he was obsessed with this feeling, he couldn’t believe how amazing you felt. “I love you, I love you.” You moaned. Your body was covered in his love marks, all around your neck, to your chest. You knew the girls would ask, but nothing mattered, you were Suguru’s and he was yours.

9 months later

“Mama— when is my brother’s going to be born!” Nanako giggled. “Soon.” Suguru patted her head, smiling down at the excited girls, who watched their adopted mother swollen with two twin boys. “I must admit, I will be putting another child in you when those come into the world, seeing you like this, make me want to ravish you.” Suguru whispered into your ear. Your cheeks burned, feeling the girls staring at you in confusion.

Suguru only dressed you in the finest Kimono’s, you were a queen in his eyes, building you and the girls a bigger home, “Raise my children in this home, for the rest of your days.” He had told you.

Years went on, and you were blessed to birth four of his children. You knew that one day soon, you would become a widowed mother, but you pushed the thought into the back of your head, as you stared at the beautiful children you both had created. “I declared war today.” Suguru said, rubbing your slowly growing belly, with his fifth child. “The girls told me.” You responded delicately. Suguru sometimes couldn’t believe how calm you were about the life you decided to live, the life where you never once tried to flee from.

“We have two four year olds, a three year old, two year old, and now I am having another child. I do not recall a time I was not filled with a child of yours.” You giggled, changing the topic. “We definitely have our hands full, make sure the girls help you dear.” Suguru kisses your belly. Tears well up in your eyes, you felt a burst of anger and sadness. “I wish you could have chosen the kids and I.” You cry. Suguru knew there was nothing he would say to ease the pain, so he rubbed your arm, and kissed you as you cried into his arms.

December 24th, 2017

It had been a decade now since Suguru had saved you and the twins, you watched the twin girls get dressed and complain to their adopted father how they wanted sushi when all of this was over.

“Girls, please be careful. I need my girls to come back safely.” You held onto them, kissing their foreheads. “Yes mama! Mama when we get back, can you make us homemade Mochi?” Mimiko squealed. “Yes my dear.” You smiled. You were 27 now, your husband the same age. “You ready girls?” Suguru smiled, he was in his finest Kimono. He had the gleam in his eyes, passion, he was going to win, he knew it. “When I arrive home, we will live in a new world my wife.” He smiled. You could only smile, tears trickled down your face. “I love you Suguru.” You smile, kissing his cheek. “I love you y/n.” He said quietly, watching your heart break. “Kiss the children goodbye Suguru.” You whispered. “Wait. Can we get a photo of all of us before you guys go, this is a special day after all.” You smiled, trying to push through the unspeakable event that was about to unfold. “Yes, let’s do that.” Suguru smiles. Setting up the camera, you 8 stood proudly close to each other, smiling. Before you knew it, they were gone, and you were at home with your children, staring at the photos that you took. One of them was Suguru turning to look at you smiling, his smile was the biggest in that photo, he looked like he had the whole world in the palm of his hands… it only pained you to see how happy and bright he was, but you knew in time, you would look back and smile at the graciousness and love from the criminal.

“Daddy isn’t coming home.” You cried, rubbing your belly.

He was not coming home.

“Y’n Geto?” The white haired, blue eyed man who was at your door said. “You must be Satoru Gojo. My husband has told me a lot about you.” You smile, opening the door for the Jujutsu Sorcerer. “Good things, I would hope.” He smiled, “Yes of course.” You laughed. Shutting the door. Your four kids went running to the white haired man, “GOOD MORNING!” They four bowed, the two year old near tripping. “Okay kids, come on and lets go to the play room, mama needs to speak with Gojo-Sensei. Can you say it was nice to meet you?” You say, “NICE TO MEET YOU!” They say in their child like manner, while they run off to their play room. “You have your hands full. I sense another on the way.” He says, “You’re like Suguru too, can you sense the cursed energy as well?” You question. Satoru nods.

“Please sit.” You point to the chair. “Please excuse the mess in the living room, my kids love to throw their toys everywhere. My husband is usually here to help me.” You nervously giggle, the lump in your throat forming. You knew your husband was dead, but no one outright told you, but you knew if Satoru Gojo came to your home, Suguru was dead.

“Suguru is gone.” Satoru finally speaks out. “I figured much.” You choke out, the tears trickling down your face. “I spoke with him before his passing.” Satoru began, clearing his throat, he looked just as hurt as you. After all, that was his best friend. “Suguru is a selfish man.” You muttered out, “Leaving me with 5 kids, to carry on his name, carry on his cursed energy, and to help me carry on in life without him. He was so passionate in what he believed, no one could have changed his mind, not even me.” You choked out, feeling your body ache at the sobs coming out of your mouth.

“He is selfish, yet so selfless. In his last moments, he asked me a favor.” Satoru bowed his head. “He asked me to take you and the children in, train the children to protect and learn the ways of Jujutsu. It’s funny isn’t it, the man who hated the life of a sorcerer, wants his children to follow in those foot steps?” Satoru chuckled. “That is Suguru.” You smiled, wiping your tears. “I’m not leaving my home, I want to stay here.” You said, “I respect that, once the kids reach 15 we will discuss further on their participation in coming into Jujutsu High.” Satoru smiled. You nodded your head. “Please is there anything I can do to ease your burden, I will take care of you. I’m sure Suguru handled your financial assets before his departure, but what can I do?” Satoru grabbed your hand, squeezing lightly. “Thank you.” You smiled. “I cannot manage the outside work, and sometimes I find it difficult to cook while watching the children. I would appreciate assistance.” You smiled. “I can do that.” He said with a nod.

Time passed, you had given birth to your fifth child, your first little girl. Suguru desperately craved for a little girl, and of course he was not here to see it.

“Gojo-Sensei was sealed…” Yuta Okkotsu tells you, “how?” You croak out. “Please sit.” Yuta says, trying to calm you down.

After the death of Suguru, Satoru had taken the burden of helping you, and introducing you to Yuta, who was essentially his right hand. You were not always very fond of Satoru due to his childish behavior, but your children loved it. It became charming. As you sit down, Yuta kneels in front of you, “A curse by the name Kenjaku has taken over Suguru Geto’s body. Gojo-Sensei did not properly dispose of the body, he became to soft in the end.” Yuta sighs. “M-My husband is—“ you cover your mouth. “He is not alive, but his body is, his body is being used by Kenjaku.” Yuta says again. You fall apart, all the memories washing over you, as Yuta shows you the footage of Shibuya and the man known as Kenjaku, who had taken over your husband body. “B-but my husband, there’s no way he’s alive?” You cry out. Yuta opened his mouth, then closed it. There was nothing he could say, except no. And he knew you didn’t want to hear that. “I have something else to tell you, which will be a lot.” Yuta looks at you, “Mimiko and Nanako were killed by the king of curses— Ryomen Sukuna. Unfortunately the only thing I was able to recover was their bracelets.” He said, handing you the bracelets that were speckled in their blood. “NO!” You cried out, your heart had shattered to a million pieces, your husband, your daughters, gone. They weren’t coming back. Now Satoru, the strongest of them all was sealed, you felt your heart ache, and your eyes flutter shut as everything turned black. You had fallen asleep, fainted at the shock of everything.

You woke up to the kids all eating dinner at the table, Yuta sensed your awakening. He ran over to you, saying— “I fed your newborn, luckily there was bottles in the fridge.” He smiled gently. He did not know how to talk to you, he only knew that you were broken, your life was destroyed, yet you had your 5 kids to care for, while you grieved your husband and two girls. You picked up the photo that was framed, the last photo you all took. The one where Suguru stared at you and smiled. “Yuta, please care for my kids. Take them away from here.” You weakly smiled. Yuta knew exactly what you meant, and he couldn’t stop you either. It was the end of the night, one of the drivers pull up to the house, and your kids are packed and ready to go. You kissed all your kids, and said you would see them soon. Yuta bowed down at you, “You are the strongest, tell your husband we will care for the children from here.” Yuta smiled, walking out the door, with the newborn in his arms.

This was your end, or maybe your beginning, you didn’t know, you just knew you missed your husband and girls, and nothing could ease your heart much longer. Picking up the cursed tool, you grabbed the photo, holding it in your hand, tearing pooling in your eyes, as you stuck the cursed tool into your heart. You felt your eyes close, then a moment later there you were— the field of grass which Suguru and you would lay out, it was just behind the house, Suguru was wearing a white Kimono, and you were in your silk one you had ended your life in. your husbands hair swaying in the wind, smiling. “I told you to not come so soon, you were supposed to stay with the kids.” he said with a head tilt. “I suppose Okkotsu took care of it. I’m glad the kid took them and not Satoru, Satoru is a fool after all.” He chuckles. You see your two daughters waving at you. “Mama! We missed you.” They smile, pulling you into a hug. You stood there as the girls smiled and hugged you. “We’re all back together again.” Nanako smiled. Your husband walked up to you, “My wife has had it hard hasn’t she?” He questions, grabbing your hand. “I am pleased to share my life again with you, I just wish it wasn’t so soon, but I suppose now we can spend our lives together in peace. Maybe we will even be worthy of being reincarnated and brought back together.” He smiles, pulling you into a hug.

“Sugu— where you go, I go. I never want to live a life that you’re not in it. Take me wherever you go.” You smiled and cried into the arms of the ghost, the angel, the man who was redeemed as innocent and forgiven for his crimes. The lords and Gods forgave the blood that he shed, and now you will spend the rest of your life, human and spirit, as Suguru Geto’s wife.