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Last chapter uploaded, was a fun write his one, I'll be posting the rest of the rose garden (Yandere!Suguru x reader) when I'm back next week. 🤗

People would assume

Masterlist.

Kento Nanami is your boss. One night he brings you a proposal and his possessiveness really shows.

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Pairings - Kento Nanami x Fem!reader - Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Tags - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, YANDERE!,Non-Consensual Oral Sex,Forced Orgasm,Exhibitionism,Semi-Public Sex,Humiliation,Verbal Humiliation,Rape/Non-con Elements,Smut,Cunnilingus,Sexual Assault,Vaginal Fingering,Hair-pulling,Police,Police interview,Breaking and Entering,Don’t be so trusting,Violence,Graphic Descriptions,Background characters - Yandere,Guns,Character Death,Sashimi deserves the world,Mentions of Suicide,Vaginal Sex,Conspiracy?Throat grabbing,uncomfortable,Mentions of Pregnancy,Alternate Universe,Reader-Insert

Take it up with HR.

So you're Satoru Gojo?

On the stage.

A link in the chain.

Living alone sucks.

Phone call.

Another damn day.

No choice.

Three years later.

The auction house.

Golfing isn't fun.

Only thinking of you.

Nothing.

How could you?

COMPLETED

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People would assume

Part 13 <- -> Part 14

How could you?

Satoru gets his moment alone with Nanami to finally air his frustrations once and for all.

Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader Tags - Conspiracy?, mentions of pregnancy, violence, manipulation

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Satoru had waited three years for this moment. 

He knew Nanami would come back, he just fucking knew it because he couldn’t help himself. Though he had to give it to the guy, he didn’t quit and that was a great quality in a man, but Satoru was so done with his shit. 

Nanami was once his friend. A friend he respected and admired at one point in his life to the point he relied on him and trusted him, but he learned quickly not to be so trusting. 

And after what he did to you, Satoru couldn’t bear the sight of him.

“So…” He shut the office door and locked it. “Let’s talk before you go back to the big house, yeah?”

Nanami sniffed away the blood from his nose and sat up, backing on to the book shelf. “That was quite a hit.”

“You deserve so much more, believe me. Why the hell did you come back and break into my house, I thought I made it clear never to come near us again?”

Nanami’s relaxed attitude pissed him off, so calm like he’d only said the wrong thing to offend you, not physically assault you. It was a part of him that Satoru had to grow accustomed to extremely quickly, and it was an usually poor quality for someone so apparently civilised. 

When he didn’t respond, Satoru approached him and jutted him with his foot to make sure the bastard hadn’t fallen asleep. “I asked you a question. Why did you come here? I mean you searched my office so there must be a reason.”

“I came back to get what's mine, Gojo.” He coughed and spluttered a little, the back of his hand already covered in red.

You? He thought you were his, a possession to keep and take like you had no say? “Nah, you can’t have her, she’s already made her feelings known and you haven't seen it all affect her like I have. You ruined her, you just… ruined her.”

Satoru sat down on his desk, hunched over with interlocked fingers placed neatly upon his lap, Nanami stayed where he was, his breathing laboured, but not enough according to Satoru. It just made him want to kick him more.

“I didn’t ruin her, you did all that yourself.” 

Satoru laughed at that, the man was that delusional. “What, because I helped her out and got her away from you?”

“I went to prison for you, Gojo… At least give me a little respect.”

“What respect did you earn? You fucked everything up.” Satoru knew this day was going to come and bite him on the ass and he recognised quickly that it was going to piss this guy off. It just occurred faster than he could have anticipated.

“I had your word that you would get me out faster, but all you did was come and gloat.”

Satoru recalled and often replayed those visits in his head and it often made him chuckle. Nanami in a prison jumpsuit thinking he was getting out in a few months. And when that turned into years, well, it was all just a funny joke.

It was far more than once he had visited Nanami in prison, but of course you didn’t know that. 

“Yeah about that… That was kinda the point.”

Nanami didn’t move, but Satoru saw that scowl he had turned vicious. Prison could sure break a man. “You son of a bitch… That was never the plan. I got close to her and drove her in your direction, I fulfilled that favour I owed you. I want to settle the score, you owe me now.”

It was a pretty big favour that Nanami owed Satoru and here he was, talking about it like he’d taken care of the house while he was away on vacation. Keeping a business afloat that did poorly was no easy feat and he was an idiot to think so.

“Hey man, don’t get tetchy with me, I changed my mind okay? Maybe you shouldn’t put all your trust in one man. I owe you nothing in return, besides, I didn’t cause your company troubles-”

“I didn’t cause them either, and that's besides the point… you left me in there to rot because you can’t get this woman off your mind. Was it all worth it? I had your word you would get me out.”

Satoru sat there on the desk while Nanami was below him, he was the best at that and it was something he liked. People beneath him because he was the best at making money and keeping it. “Yeah it was very worth it actually. I got what I want and that’s what’s important here.”

Nanami scoffed and wiped his mouth as he coughed. “Important. That poor girl is what’s important, and you’ve deceived her big time.”

“Deceive? No. I don’t think so. Steer in the right direction? Yes.. But you’re right, she’s really important to me. I think she might actually be pregnant the amount she’s been throwing up, she hasn’t said anything though, so it could just be wishful thinking. I plan on proposing to her too, and she’s none the wiser about any of this… and it’s going to stay that way.”

“You really have trapped her then, huh?” 

That offended Satoru. “I haven’t trapped anyone, I just showed her that I was the best person to take care of her. Everything is just slotting into place.” 

“I’ll make sure she can make an informed decision, she’ll know the truth.”

That was hilarious, it made Satoru chuckle a little louder than it should have, so much so he turned his head to the office door in case you came in at the wrong time. 

Shit. It was about time he called Ino too, not that he liked seeing him around you, but if there was no police presence soon, you’d suspect something. Of course he hadn’t contacted anyone yet.

He pulled his phone out and let Nanami stew for a while. It rang.

“Gojo, are you alright? You never call me.” God this guy was an absolute bore.

“Hey man, I need you to come over, it’s Nanami…” He put on his best breathless act. “He broke in and attacked my girl.” 

He always enjoyed saying your name out loud. “He hurt her, but I managed to knock him out.”

“Shit, alright I’m coming over now I won't be long.” Nanami went to protest, but lost his chance when Satoru hung up the phone and kicked him in the chest. 

“Do you really think she’s gonna believe your stories after what you did to her, which by the way was really fucked up. I had to keep my cool when she told me about you tongue fucking her under the desk. Yeah… I told you to creep her out, not try and fuck her.”

How he managed to stay that calm and concerned without going to throttle the man within an inch of his life was beyond him though he was proud he did, Satoru did not expect that from Nanami at all. 

“I did what you asked. I owed you a favour, that's all.”

Satoru got off of the desk and crouched over the broken man. “Well I told you not to toy with things that belong to me and you didn't listen… and to be honest, those years behind bars don’t seem long enough to show you've learned your lesson, kinda made you weak too.”

Honestly, Nanami should have gotten longer if anyone asked Satoru. What he did to you without Satoru’s permission was way out of his league and he walked too far off of his leash. So naturally, he had to teach him a lesson.

“I did everything you asked, I let her go only because of the help you gave the company during the crash, she still deserves better than you.”

Oh, that’s right. Nanami spoke of you when he was drunk, a crush some would call it, but when he saw you, he just had to have you. Playing Nanami like a fiddle was easy, it was just fate that his company's stock value plummeted and investors were fleeing like cockroaches under a bright light. 

“Maybe.” He was honest, there were probably a select few that were on Satoru’s level. “But I guess we won’t know, because I can do far more than just send you to prison to keep her with me.” 

“Big words for someone that did no work to get to where you are.”

“Nanami…” Satoru shifted his weight to lean closer. “You don’t understand the position you’re in. I’ll fucking kill you if you try and ruin this for me. I won’t let her go and I’ll gladly put a bullet through your head like a dog in the street to keep her in the dark.” 

That shut him up.

“Also.” Satoru broke the silence. “You’re a real asshole for hiding the key to the elevator leading up to my apartment; I had to sell it because of that- really liked that place.” 

Of course Nanami had hidden it, some twisted insurance no doubt, the prick was more intelligent then Satoru gave him credit for at times and it put all sorts of spanners in the works for him. He gave him that key on the premise he would return it or could recover it when he was arrested, not hide it like a complete ass and make things awkward. 

Nanami scoffed and sniffed. “Still a hard place to get into nonetheless. I needed some sort of guarantee you’d get me out but even that deterrent didn’t work.”

That guy he involved too, going and trashing your apartment. That really pissed Satoru off. Who steals underwear, and nothing else? What a freak. What was really crazy was that Satoru couldn’t believe that Nanami actually took care of the guy for him when he asked, what a good dog.

But he did think, was that guy another ‘deterrent’ too?

Regardless of that, everything worked out in Satoru’s favour and mostly according to plan as he predicted. You were his just like he wanted and in the safest place you could be. Sure there were attributes he could improve on, but he was the 'amazing' Satoru Gojo. He was perfect regardless.

“Mark my words Gojo and hear them clearly. I will make sure she knows just how fucked up you are. This is personal now.” The poor fucker didn’t even try to move and take a swing.

Oh well, those were just empty words. 

You and him were going to spend the rest of your lives together and he was proud of the act he had down to a tee completely to convince you. Happy go-lucky Satoru. Concerned and appealing Satoru that would do anything in his power to keep you safe and happy. 

Half of it was true, he did love you unconditionally and way more than he let on. And the other half, well… it was the other half and there was no point in getting into it. 

“Where is he? In here- got it.” The office door swung open. “Holy shit, what did you do to him Gojo?”

“He got me pretty good round the back of the head. He just wouldn’t go down, but he's just come round. I got a little heavy handed so if there’s anything I need to fill out, just let me know.” Nanami didn’t say a word. Ino came over and cuffed him, reading him his rights again for a second time in his life. 

How embarrassing.

“Oh Honey.” You were turned away from the office, leaning against the wall with your foot up like a little injured fox, nibbling away at your fingernail. 

Satoru naturally gravitated toward you. “I left you out there all on your own, I’m so sorry. He hurt you so much I-”

You looked pissed, eyes welling up and your finger pressed his chest. Shit, had you heard his conversation?  You weren't looking at Satoru though, in fact you were looking through him. Nanami came out in cuffs, head down low with Ino trailing behind and wrapped around his arm to lead him out.

“If you hadn't been here… I don’t want to think about it.” You got in close with him, still limping and those wet tears all over your cheeks. “Thank you for being here; keeping me safe like you’ve always done. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He caressed your cheek, stroking you so lovingly. He’d burn the entire world down for you and he was sure you didn’t fully understand just how far he would go to ensure things stayed as they were.

“You were very brave, I’m so proud of you for facing him, I know it wasn’t easy.” You nodded and leant on him, audibly starting to cry and hold on to his shirt.

Pulling you in, Satoru placed his head on top of yours and watched Ino load Nanami into the back of his car. The sight alone was hilarious. And you were still all his. Perfect. 

“I love you.”

And that’s just how life was going to be for the two of you from now on.

Perfect.

Part 13 <- -> Part 14

I really didn't want to tag Satoru as a Yandere! because I don't think he is, he's a man with money and power and gets what he wants through unethical means, but Nanami was pretending to be a Yandere! his whole time 😭 I pulled this plot twist out of my ass and I honestly love it so much. I hope you all enjoyed it!

This fic was originally going to be a one shot, and boy am I glad it continued into a full fic. Thank you to all who encouraged this work to become the rollercoaster it was. Thank you so much for the continued support and love this fic has received.

On to the next one. Thanks again and this isn't goodbye, it's until next time!

Ta-rah!

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Next chapter up tonight, and then I'm going dark for a week as I'll be off the grid, I won't leave you hungry people starving though, because even though I'm not online or posting, I'm still writing 😎 I hope you all enjoy the next part later today!

Even praise hurts

Part 5 <- Part 6 -> Part 7

The association dinner goes mostly the way Jinwoo expects, yet he suspects that something darker is at play.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - Mentions of unprotected sex/public sex/gore and violence/murder/drowning, mentions of babies/pregnancy, dark thoughts, intrusive thoughts, mild treats, alcohol, drinking

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“What took you guys so long?” Baek leant on the bar with a whiskey swirling in his hand.

Jinwoo thought it best to say nothing. If he had it his way, he’d tell the whole restaurant and bar exactly where he was and how deep, just for his own entertainment. Though he doubted you would have appreciated it.

“Traffic.” You said casually, your hand still in Jinwoo’s like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hm,” He did not sound convinced. “Sounds about right. There’s always jackasses on the road. Glad you’re here, we’re all sitting in the back room waiting for you.”

Jinwoo fought hard to hold in his smugness, keeping everyone waiting whilst his load was dribbling from your thighs was potentially one of his top five moments in his life so far. He led the way behind Hunter Baek right through to the back room where the others were talking and smiling, Jong-in noticed you immediately and smiled, putting Jinwoo's back up immediately.

So irritating. 

“You’re here,” he grinned with his glass. “We almost thought you’d gotten lost.”

“Lots of traffic.” An adorable laugh left your lips. “Lots and lots of traffic.”

When you grinned back, Jinwoo watched Jong-in closely. Were those kind eyes, or ‘fuck me’ eyes he was giving you? Yeah, they were definitely ‘fuck me’ eyes. Just what the hell was that?

“It’s good that you’re finally here Hunter Sung, we were beginning to worry.” The Chairman did not address Jinwoo directly, rather he was looking at your hand entwined with his, a knowing stare that flitted every so often.

“We apologise, Chairman. It wasn’t our intention to arrive late.”

Jinwoo took his glances as a contest, doing the exact same towards him and Jin-chul, an all knowing glance for the conversation preciously, noting how he was studying you and Jinwoo just as closely.

The Chairman grinned and allowed you and Jinwoo to sit. “It’s quite alright, now we can make a toast to the happy couple.”

Happy couple… that’s rich coming from a man that gave them no choice.  

Hunter Lim sat next to Jin-chul, totally impassive. His arms folded the way they were signalled that he wasn’t entirely present, not until he took notice of Jinwoo. “Hey, glad you two finally made it, Yoonho’s been boring the hell out of me with random crap.”

“Were you waiting long?” Jinwoo asked with caution, according to his calculations, you and he were only late by ten minutes.

“Eh, we all decided to meet a little earlier, you didn’t get the message? So its more like forty minutes, no one could reach either of you.”

Oh shit. Well, in this case, you and Jinwoo would have arrived late regardless if he’d fucked you in his car or not, somehow it didn’t make the situation as dire as it could have been.

“Oh,” Jinwoo pulled out his phone and pretended to check through it like it actually mattered. “No, I didn’t get anything sent to me.”

Lim dismissed it and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Maybe you’ll see Yoonho get drunk this time, that can be entertaining.”

“Right… uh, where’s Hunter Ma?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s off somewhere. He couldn’t wait much longer for you so I think he went to get a light bite. He’ll be back shortly… but I guess we can get to celebrating the happy couple as happy as they can be, being forced into this like they have.”

Out of the two, Jinwoo had faith that you and he would be happy, but he saw right through the facade that Jong-in and Hae-in put up, and it fascinated him. So much so that he let one of his shadows go and attach itself to Jong-in. Just out of curiosity behind closed doors.

Jinwoo pulled out your seat for you and only then did you let go of his hand, he waited until you were seated properly. He watched the interactions between them as a toast was announced, you said something to Hae-in but his concentration picked up on the little things.

Despite popular belief, You and Hae-in rarely spoke the last two months, and even before then, it seemed to be more of a show for the public eye rather than a genuine friendship. The act of survival when one’s life is threatened to change often brings people together, and Jinwoo saw that it was that case with you and Hae-in.

She wasn’t entirely invested, it was obvious by the extra few inches distance her chair sat from jong-in, never touching hands, always at her side unless picking up her glass of water. Jong-in was more invested in you than the mother of his child, barely making eye contact with her or exchanging more than a word or two.

Trouble in paradise. And the chairman thinks it’s appropriate to berate us, instead?  

“Hey, guys!”

“Oh,” Lim snorted. “There you are, big guy. Thought you got lost too.”

Ma chuckled and flopped down in the seat next to Baek with a satisfied grin and a fleck of sauce on his cheek. He noticed you and Jinwoo and waved. “Hey you two, thought you were never gettin’ here!”

Before anyone could address that elephant in the room further, the Chairman stood up to command the room with his scotch glass. “Let’s toast to the first step in the reclaiming of our country's security and the future of the Hunter’s association… To Hunter Choi and Hunter Cha!”

Everyone toasted, raising their glasses whilst the Chairman ordered food and ordered everything to fill out the table. The mood seemed fruitful, enthusiastic, despite the ominous response to it two months ago. Even you seemed more on board with it now, chatting more and smiling a little warmer than previous weeks.

The others might not have seen it, not even you, yet Jinwoo could think of nothing else. Chairman Go and Jin-chul’s watchful eyes on everything across the table. Watching closely, Jinwoo found that as the night progressed, Jong-in and Hae-in became touchy.

A hand brush every so often, a little whisper in her ear with a smile sweeter than treacle to rot the entire table’s teeth for endless cavities. Though when those moments vanished, Jong-in was clinging on to you, with the hope of what, exactly? That he’d eventually come clean to how in love he was with you, or try to convince you that he was a better person despite having a child with another woman?

Just the thought made Jinwoo brood, grit his teeth through the boring dinner during parts he wasn’t listening just to think of ways he’d kill the man in a fit of fuelled jealousy that Jong-in even had the gall to talk to you with such familiarity-

“Jinwoo.” 

He blinked, looking down at you with softer eyes. “Hm?”

You leant closer and whispered. “You’re spacing out… are you feeling okay?” 

God… Those eyes staring up at him so innocently when Jinwoo knew you weren’t the innocent persona you allowed the public to perceive you as. If only publix sex was legal, and he definitely would have had you over the dinner table and no one could have stopped him. That would have set Jong-in straight.

“Y-yeah… I’m okay. Just tired, I think.”

You seemed to buy it. “Okay… we’ll leave soon?” 

“Sounds good.”

The Chairman cleared his throat and addressed Jinwoo properly for the first time with full eye contact. “So, Hunter Sung, when will you greet the association with the good news?”

This went against Jin-chul’s advice on keeping the night about the Hae-in's pregnancy. It was a direct threat too. Every hunter alive treated the Chairman with the respect and decency someone of his position and temperament dictated, but Jinwoo saw straight through it like glass.

By this threat, Jinwoo suspected that the Chairman had another agenda.

Why is he so hellbent on getting results this eagerly?

He glanced up at the system's quest screen, still unchanged. It wouldn’t give him an unobtainable quest so pregnancy was still possible, but with the Chairman’s urgency, something told his gut to shut it down immediately.

At the end of the day, whenever you finally fell pregnant, you and he were keeping the baby close.

“Well, we’re trying our best, Chairman. Each week we’re hopeful.”

In other words, it translated to, back off old man. 

“Well I look forward to the happy news, I have high hopes for you both.”

Long story short, what he meant to say was, hurry the hell up you two, I’m growing impatient. 

“You’ll be the first to know, Chairman-” The eruption of Jong-in’s laugh pulled Jinwoo out of the conversation.

“It’s true! Ask Yoonho.”

“Don’t ask me anything.” Baek turned away and chugged his drink with heavy eyes.

Jong-in chuckled and took a sip of his own drink, clearly giddy. “While we’re guild rivals, we get on better than others think, even Tae-gyu knows what I’m talking about- oh… maybe not.”

Hunter Lim snored away on the table, dribbling and nursing a bottle of Soju. The table acknowledged the humor and Hunter Ma commanded the table with anecdotes. Jinwoo wanted to join in, he did, because it made him understand the people he spent the most time with, but his gut told him to observe Jong-in closely.

You were unaware of this, watching Ma chuckle and tell embarrassing stories of a drunken and foolish Baek. Jong-in stole brief glances at you now and then, each time softer than the last. What was he thinking about?

About you? Friendly or intimate- no doubt there were intimate thoughts going through that head of his like a neanderthal. 

He bet Jong-in had all kinds of lewd thoughts up there in that head of his, all fabricated of course. Seeing as Jinwoo had seen you naked, touched the curves of your body and came inside you most nights, whatever Jong-in could conjure up in his mind sure as hell wouldn’t be anywhere near the real thing. Jinwoo had that edge over him, though it never got rid of the intrusive thoughts. The darker side he’d been battling with since he killed that staff member, well, even before then. Maybe after the first person he'd killed.

Each thought darker and more violent than the last though he never usually acted on them.

Since having you in his grasp, Jinwoo found them cropping up more and more often and the thought of being in a position that he’d be expected to let you go in a month didn’t help alleviate the symptoms.

It made his eye twitch, seeing another man look at you the way Jong-in did, he wanted to hurt him in a way he'd never recover with all of the mage healing in the world. He wanted him gone from your life completely, eradicated and wiped from existence.

How could he look at you the way he was doing right now when the time came and you had a newborn baby in your arms? Jong-in had a reputation to uphold as a guildmaster and having a child of his own would make quite the scandal if he was pursuing another woman.

Though Jinwoo simply wouldn’t have it, he couldn’t just get rid of him in the way he was fantasising about.

A quick dagger slice to his throat to watch the red slip out all over the floor, to see Jong-in gargle and panic because his mana would slip away with his consciousness and no amount of stupid fire would save him.

Maybe drowning him in a water dungeon, so that the only way his fire attacks would serve him any purpose would boil the water until his flesh melted from his face.

It had to be something slow… something painful. Something memorable-

“Jinwoo? Are you ready to go?”

Had he zoned out again? “Yeah, let’s get going.”

“I’ll see you in a few weeks, Hunter Sung.”

Another threat from the Chairman. Jinwoo saw it on the shining rim of his scotch glass, Jin-chul watched him too over the edge of his sunglasses. He stood and waited for the Chairman, allowing him space to pass and land a firm hand on Jinwoo’s shoulder.

“I’m counting on you.”

I bet you are, Chairman Go. 

Jinwoo was counting on it as well, to keep you close to him and take care of you. There was a lot to think about, much to discuss with you. Many concerns he wasn’t so sure he should come out with until he could investigate further.

Though his quest remained the same.

To get you pregnant within the next month.

Part 5 <- Part 6 -> Part 7

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DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime or manhwa. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

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here me out transmasc reader x yandere adam

Hello anon🤗

This is pretty awesome, I've never seen anyone do this yet so far, if you know of any fics, please let me know because I'd love to read them! 😍

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Hi thank you for replying to my message (I am anon) Will it be alright with you if my Ainosuke Shindo (Adam) x female reader request is a bit detailed? I have this idea that female reader (a foreigner staying in Japan) went to see Adam’s skateboard show. Her friend took her there since she didn’t know what it was. She has never seen this type of stuff before she is a bit worried and surprised thinking that people do this type of dangerous sports. Adam while skateboarding noticed her facial expressions thinking that she definitely doesn’t belong there. Later on she met him again as politician Ainosuke Shindo somewhere else. Ainosuke went there for his political purposes. Reader was there for some reason. Ainosuke saw her and recognized her from his show. And at the same time reader recognized him as Adam and she got really shocked. And Ainosuke Shindo thinking that she might tell others about it trying to keep her close to her by making her fall for him or something like that. Reader is sharp too. She knew what he was up to. She doesn’t give in that easily. I apologize for this long request. If you are unable to accept it then it is alright. Thanks in advance for reading my message. Have a good day.

Hey there! Sorry it’s take. Me a while to respond, thank you for giving g me the details for this.

This idea sounds cool! Very detailed which is nice, though I don’t do very well with very specific requests, I will do my best to accommodate it. When there’s lots of details my brain goes into overdrive (hence how two of my longest fics exist from one shot idea requests 😅) but I will do my best and add this onto my request list.

Thanks so much for the ask, have the best day! 🤗

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💎 sugar daddy!sung jinwoo

penthouse levels of luxury | daddy kink | possessive dominance | overstimulation + power dynamics

You’d been teasing him all evening at the charity gala — that damn dress, the one that clung to your curves just right, showing off your legs and making it impossible for him to keep his hands to himself. You were fully aware of it too, especially when you saw the way his gaze would flicker to your exposed skin when you laughed with other men, the faintest hint of jealousy darkening his usually calm demeanor.

But now, here you were, alone on the jet, the luxurious leather seats cradling you while the world outside blurred into nothing. The soft hum of the engine was the only thing you could hear besides his voice, smooth and commanding.

“You’ve been teasing me all night.” His voice is low, rougher than usual, and it sends a shiver through you. His eyes are dark behind those glasses, his suit jacket discarded, only his white shirt and tie left, both ruined after your little game of teasing.

You look up at him from your seat, knowing the kind of trouble you're about to get into. His eyes flicker to the lock on the door, ensuring privacy, before they move back to you with a dangerous smile. You shift under his gaze, crossing your legs, feeling the tension building.

“I couldn’t help it,” you murmur, voice soft and teasing. “You like the attention.”

He steps closer, the scent of expensive cologne wrapping around you as his hand lands on the armrest next to your head, trapping you between him and the seat.

“You’re right,” he says, leaning down until his breath is hot against your ear. “But you also like the punishment that comes with it.”

He’s toying with you now, his voice dripping with authority and something far darker.

Without another word, he reaches down, unbuckling your seatbelt with a practiced ease, his gloved fingers working the clasp as if he’s done this a hundred times. The way he touches you is both casual and possessive, like he owns every part of you — your body, your mind, your soul.

The moment you’re free, he guides you to stand, his grip on your wrist firm but gentle, leading you to the plush bed in the back of the jet. You swallow hard, your heart racing as you feel the heat of his gaze on your back.

“On your knees.”

You don't hesitate. Kneeling before him, your hands rest lightly on his thighs as you look up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for his attention. His hand goes to the back of your head, tilting it slightly, making you meet his gaze as if he’s making sure you understand exactly what you’ve done to earn this.

“You like making me wait, don’t you?” He smiles, but it’s not one of those sweet smiles you’re used to. It’s something more dangerous. “You like seeing me struggle with patience.”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can form a word, his hand grips your jaw, tightening just enough to silence you.

“You don’t get to speak. Not yet.” His thumb traces your lips before pushing inside your mouth, making you gag slightly as he forces you to take him in, his eyes watching you with intense focus. “Show me how well you can please me without speaking.”

The moment he says it, you’re lost. You close your eyes, and your body moves instinctively, hands gripping his legs as you take him deeper, the taste of him flooding your senses. You can feel the power in his grip, the way he holds control over you, over everything, and it turns you on more than you ever thought possible.

When you pull back, gasping for air, he’s right there, forcing you back in, this time a little harder, a little rougher. You moan around him, the sound muffled but full of need, and he responds with a low chuckle, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“You like this, don’t you?” He moves harder, making your head spin with pleasure. “Being used like this. Like you’re nothing but my toy to play with.”

Your mind is fogged with desire, body responding to every movement he makes. His voice breaks through your haze again.

“I own you. Every part of you.” He pulls you off of him with a sharp tug, fingers still tangled in your hair as he forces you to look up at him. “And you’re going to remember that. Every. Single. Time.”

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Hello all, because of the incident of Ao3 being scraped, I have gone ahead and locked all of my completed fics there, but I’m in the process of cross posting them all here. It will take me a while, but I’m slowly shifting everything over. My deepest apologies to all the wonderful guests that comment on and enjoy my work, I encourage you to get an account when you can, but I am moving them all over here too.

I’m sorry this is so sudden, but if anything, it’s for my own peace of mind.

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A compilation of Sung Jinwoo being a soft, gentle, protective, warmhearted gentleman 😌

(Eng Dub because Aleks' gentle voice is unmatched)

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Even praise hurts

Part 5 <- Part 6 -> Part 7

The association dinner goes mostly the way Jinwoo expects, yet he suspects that something darker is at play.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - Mentions of unprotected sex/public sex/gore and violence/murder/drowning, mentions of babies/pregnancy, dark thoughts, intrusive thoughts, mild treats, alcohol, drinking

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“What took you guys so long?” Baek leant on the bar with a whiskey swirling in his hand.

Jinwoo thought it best to say nothing. If he had it his way, he’d tell the whole restaurant and bar exactly where he was and how deep, just for his own entertainment. Though he doubted you would have appreciated it.

“Traffic.” You said casually, your hand still in Jinwoo’s like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hm,” He did not sound convinced. “Sounds about right. There’s always jackasses on the road. Glad you’re here, we’re all sitting in the back room waiting for you.”

Jinwoo fought hard to hold in his smugness, keeping everyone waiting whilst his load was dribbling from your thighs was potentially one of his top five moments in his life so far. He led the way behind Hunter Baek right through to the back room where the others were talking and smiling, Jong-in noticed you immediately and smiled, putting Jinwoo's back up immediately.

So irritating. 

“You’re here,” he grinned with his glass. “We almost thought you’d gotten lost.”

“Lots of traffic.” An adorable laugh left your lips. “Lots and lots of traffic.”

When you grinned back, Jinwoo watched Jong-in closely. Were those kind eyes, or ‘fuck me’ eyes he was giving you? Yeah, they were definitely ‘fuck me’ eyes. Just what the hell was that?

“It’s good that you’re finally here Hunter Sung, we were beginning to worry.” The Chairman did not address Jinwoo directly, rather he was looking at your hand entwined with his, a knowing stare that flitted every so often.

“We apologise, Chairman. It wasn’t our intention to arrive late.”

Jinwoo took his glances as a contest, doing the exact same towards him and Jin-chul, an all knowing glance for the conversation preciously, noting how he was studying you and Jinwoo just as closely.

The Chairman grinned and allowed you and Jinwoo to sit. “It’s quite alright, now we can make a toast to the happy couple.”

Happy couple… that’s rich coming from a man that gave them no choice.  

Hunter Lim sat next to Jin-chul, totally impassive. His arms folded the way they were signalled that he wasn’t entirely present, not until he took notice of Jinwoo. “Hey, glad you two finally made it, Yoonho’s been boring the hell out of me with random crap.”

“Were you waiting long?” Jinwoo asked with caution, according to his calculations, you and he were only late by ten minutes.

“Eh, we all decided to meet a little earlier, you didn’t get the message? So its more like forty minutes, no one could reach either of you.”

Oh shit. Well, in this case, you and Jinwoo would have arrived late regardless if he’d fucked you in his car or not, somehow it didn’t make the situation as dire as it could have been.

“Oh,” Jinwoo pulled out his phone and pretended to check through it like it actually mattered. “No, I didn’t get anything sent to me.”

Lim dismissed it and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Maybe you’ll see Yoonho get drunk this time, that can be entertaining.”

“Right… uh, where’s Hunter Ma?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s off somewhere. He couldn’t wait much longer for you so I think he went to get a light bite. He’ll be back shortly… but I guess we can get to celebrating the happy couple as happy as they can be, being forced into this like they have.”

Out of the two, Jinwoo had faith that you and he would be happy, but he saw right through the facade that Jong-in and Hae-in put up, and it fascinated him. So much so that he let one of his shadows go and attach itself to Jong-in. Just out of curiosity behind closed doors.

Jinwoo pulled out your seat for you and only then did you let go of his hand, he waited until you were seated properly. He watched the interactions between them as a toast was announced, you said something to Hae-in but his concentration picked up on the little things.

Despite popular belief, You and Hae-in rarely spoke the last two months, and even before then, it seemed to be more of a show for the public eye rather than a genuine friendship. The act of survival when one’s life is threatened to change often brings people together, and Jinwoo saw that it was that case with you and Hae-in.

She wasn’t entirely invested, it was obvious by the extra few inches distance her chair sat from jong-in, never touching hands, always at her side unless picking up her glass of water. Jong-in was more invested in you than the mother of his child, barely making eye contact with her or exchanging more than a word or two.

Trouble in paradise. And the chairman thinks it’s appropriate to berate us, instead?  

“Hey, guys!”

“Oh,” Lim snorted. “There you are, big guy. Thought you got lost too.”

Ma chuckled and flopped down in the seat next to Baek with a satisfied grin and a fleck of sauce on his cheek. He noticed you and Jinwoo and waved. “Hey you two, thought you were never gettin’ here!”

Before anyone could address that elephant in the room further, the Chairman stood up to command the room with his scotch glass. “Let’s toast to the first step in the reclaiming of our country's security and the future of the Hunter’s association… To Hunter Choi and Hunter Cha!”

Everyone toasted, raising their glasses whilst the Chairman ordered food and ordered everything to fill out the table. The mood seemed fruitful, enthusiastic, despite the ominous response to it two months ago. Even you seemed more on board with it now, chatting more and smiling a little warmer than previous weeks.

The others might not have seen it, not even you, yet Jinwoo could think of nothing else. Chairman Go and Jin-chul’s watchful eyes on everything across the table. Watching closely, Jinwoo found that as the night progressed, Jong-in and Hae-in became touchy.

A hand brush every so often, a little whisper in her ear with a smile sweeter than treacle to rot the entire table’s teeth for endless cavities. Though when those moments vanished, Jong-in was clinging on to you, with the hope of what, exactly? That he’d eventually come clean to how in love he was with you, or try to convince you that he was a better person despite having a child with another woman?

Just the thought made Jinwoo brood, grit his teeth through the boring dinner during parts he wasn’t listening just to think of ways he’d kill the man in a fit of fuelled jealousy that Jong-in even had the gall to talk to you with such familiarity-

“Jinwoo.” 

He blinked, looking down at you with softer eyes. “Hm?”

You leant closer and whispered. “You’re spacing out… are you feeling okay?” 

God… Those eyes staring up at him so innocently when Jinwoo knew you weren’t the innocent persona you allowed the public to perceive you as. If only publix sex was legal, and he definitely would have had you over the dinner table and no one could have stopped him. That would have set Jong-in straight.

“Y-yeah… I’m okay. Just tired, I think.”

You seemed to buy it. “Okay… we’ll leave soon?” 

“Sounds good.”

The Chairman cleared his throat and addressed Jinwoo properly for the first time with full eye contact. “So, Hunter Sung, when will you greet the association with the good news?”

This went against Jin-chul’s advice on keeping the night about the Hae-in's pregnancy. It was a direct threat too. Every hunter alive treated the Chairman with the respect and decency someone of his position and temperament dictated, but Jinwoo saw straight through it like glass.

By this threat, Jinwoo suspected that the Chairman had another agenda.

Why is he so hellbent on getting results this eagerly?

He glanced up at the system's quest screen, still unchanged. It wouldn’t give him an unobtainable quest so pregnancy was still possible, but with the Chairman’s urgency, something told his gut to shut it down immediately.

At the end of the day, whenever you finally fell pregnant, you and he were keeping the baby close.

“Well, we’re trying our best, Chairman. Each week we’re hopeful.”

In other words, it translated to, back off old man. 

“Well I look forward to the happy news, I have high hopes for you both.”

Long story short, what he meant to say was, hurry the hell up you two, I’m growing impatient. 

“You’ll be the first to know, Chairman-” The eruption of Jong-in’s laugh pulled Jinwoo out of the conversation.

“It’s true! Ask Yoonho.”

“Don’t ask me anything.” Baek turned away and chugged his drink with heavy eyes.

Jong-in chuckled and took a sip of his own drink, clearly giddy. “While we’re guild rivals, we get on better than others think, even Tae-gyu knows what I’m talking about- oh… maybe not.”

Hunter Lim snored away on the table, dribbling and nursing a bottle of Soju. The table acknowledged the humor and Hunter Ma commanded the table with anecdotes. Jinwoo wanted to join in, he did, because it made him understand the people he spent the most time with, but his gut told him to observe Jong-in closely.

You were unaware of this, watching Ma chuckle and tell embarrassing stories of a drunken and foolish Baek. Jong-in stole brief glances at you now and then, each time softer than the last. What was he thinking about?

About you? Friendly or intimate- no doubt there were intimate thoughts going through that head of his like a neanderthal. 

He bet Jong-in had all kinds of lewd thoughts up there in that head of his, all fabricated of course. Seeing as Jinwoo had seen you naked, touched the curves of your body and came inside you most nights, whatever Jong-in could conjure up in his mind sure as hell wouldn’t be anywhere near the real thing. Jinwoo had that edge over him, though it never got rid of the intrusive thoughts. The darker side he’d been battling with since he killed that staff member, well, even before then. Maybe after the first person he'd killed.

Each thought darker and more violent than the last though he never usually acted on them.

Since having you in his grasp, Jinwoo found them cropping up more and more often and the thought of being in a position that he’d be expected to let you go in a month didn’t help alleviate the symptoms.

It made his eye twitch, seeing another man look at you the way Jong-in did, he wanted to hurt him in a way he'd never recover with all of the mage healing in the world. He wanted him gone from your life completely, eradicated and wiped from existence.

How could he look at you the way he was doing right now when the time came and you had a newborn baby in your arms? Jong-in had a reputation to uphold as a guildmaster and having a child of his own would make quite the scandal if he was pursuing another woman.

Though Jinwoo simply wouldn’t have it, he couldn’t just get rid of him in the way he was fantasising about.

A quick dagger slice to his throat to watch the red slip out all over the floor, to see Jong-in gargle and panic because his mana would slip away with his consciousness and no amount of stupid fire would save him.

Maybe drowning him in a water dungeon, so that the only way his fire attacks would serve him any purpose would boil the water until his flesh melted from his face.

It had to be something slow… something painful. Something memorable-

“Jinwoo? Are you ready to go?”

Had he zoned out again? “Yeah, let’s get going.”

“I’ll see you in a few weeks, Hunter Sung.”

Another threat from the Chairman. Jinwoo saw it on the shining rim of his scotch glass, Jin-chul watched him too over the edge of his sunglasses. He stood and waited for the Chairman, allowing him space to pass and land a firm hand on Jinwoo’s shoulder.

“I’m counting on you.”

I bet you are, Chairman Go. 

Jinwoo was counting on it as well, to keep you close to him and take care of you. There was a lot to think about, much to discuss with you. Many concerns he wasn’t so sure he should come out with until he could investigate further.

Though his quest remained the same.

To get you pregnant within the next month.

Part 5 <- Part 6 -> Part 7

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New chapter! and one left to go Thanks so much for all the support with this fic, mwah! <3

People would assume

Masterlist.

Kento Nanami is your boss. One night he brings you a proposal and his possessiveness really shows.

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Pairings - Kento Nanami x Fem!reader - Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Tags - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, YANDERE!,Non-Consensual Oral Sex,Forced Orgasm,Exhibitionism,Semi-Public Sex,Humiliation,Verbal Humiliation,Rape/Non-con Elements,Smut,Cunnilingus,Sexual Assault,Vaginal Fingering,Hair-pulling,Police,Police interview,Breaking and Entering,Don’t be so trusting,Violence,Graphic Descriptions,Background characters - Yandere,Guns,Character Death,Sashimi deserves the world,Mentions of Suicide,Vaginal Sex,Conspiracy?Throat grabbing,uncomfortable,Mentions of Pregnancy,Alternate Universe,Reader-Insert

Take it up with HR.

So you're Satoru Gojo?

On the stage.

A link in the chain.

Living alone sucks.

Phone call.

Another damn day.

No choice.

Three years later.

The auction house.

Golfing isn't fun.

Only thinking of you.

Nothing.

How could you?

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People would assume

Part 12 <- part 13 -> Part 14

Nothing.

You hear nothing.

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader - Kento Nanami x Fem!reader Tags - Pain, throat grabbing, fighting, blood, violence

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Nothing.

A whole lot of nothing, there wasn’t even a peep to let you know where in the house Satoru had gone to.

No footsteps thumping down the stairs.

No disembodied voices you could differentiate were his and a strangers.

Nothing.

Your breathing in the bathroom was unsettled, back still up against the wall and had gone flat and lifeless. But you weren’t holding it in, only that it had sunk to a comfortable silence in a way you were not used to.

You were in no way comfortable, and you were sure that your eyes would burn any moment if you did not blink. But if you blinked, then whatever was in the shadows could take a step closer in the hallway. 

A step closer to Satoru. 

Satoru. Why did he go down? There still wasn’t any noise and sooner or later you would convince yourself if you hadn’t already, at any moment you would hear him shout or bellow in pain because someone got the jump on him. 

What if they had a gun?

“Satoru…” You stood up immediately and moved from the bathroom in a self preservation that wasn’t even for yourself. 

Sashimi was nowhere to be seen, he’d obviously wandered off to scavenge for food in his bowl totally unbeknownst to him about the intruder. He could wander past whoever it was most probably and think it was Satoru walking down the hallway. 

“Satoru…” You called out again, though it was still caught in your throat as you edged towards the bedroom door and your eyes searched erratically for something to protect yourself. 

There was a glass nail file.

It was better than nothing and was small enough to conceal behind your night dress in case there was a need to use it. You hoped not and you could only pray that this was all a stupid joke that Satoru put together to scare you and he would jump out at any moment, doubling over with laughter. 

But the crushing reality was that Satoru Gojo was not a cruel man to do such a thing. 

No lights were currently on in the house besides the hanging brass hallway lamp that eerily swung in microscopic movements despite no one around for what seemed like a lifetime. Your hand squeezed the nail file tightly, keeping it behind you as though it had eyes to see and watch your own back. 

Because there was no way you were looking behind, not with the open bedroom door just sitting there glaring at you from over your shoulder, dark enough to allow someone to skulk about in a dark corner. Your bedroom was no longer safe.

“Satoru?” You called a little louder now, but you doubted there was anyone with ears good enough to hear it. 

You wanted Satoru to hear, but of course you couldn’t let the intruder know where either of you were-

“Ouch- shit!” Your foot rolled on the second stair you took because you weren’t looking. Like an idiot. 

Now everyone would fucking know where you where. 

You waited for a moment for movement, anything to show that someone was coming for you. That nail file trembled in your hand and the pressure threatened to break it, but it never did. No one came out from the shadows either.

There was a pain that shot up your ankle with each step and got worse by the time you reached the bottom of the stairs. The office light was on, but no movement. You tried your best to keep your breathing quiet once it had grown rapid, and limped to the office door for any sign of Satoru.

The door sat ominously open, almost inviting you in to goad you, to laugh because it was one big trap, after all this was the door you and Satoru had both heard open. Yet it didn’t stop you and you were all the more grateful you did wander through. 

“Satoru?” 

Satoru shot round wide eyed. “What are you doing down here? I told you to stay- why are you limping?” He shot over to you for support.

“I was worried, I couldn't hear anything; I didn’t hear you at all and I twisted my ankle on the stairs.”

Satoru picked you up and placed you down on his desk. “Honey, you’ve hurt yourself. I didn’t mean to be so long but someone was here in the office, rifling through my drawers… But I think they’ve gone now, I searched the whole bottom of the house to check.” 

“So it’s safe?” You winced after trying your ankle. It throbbed like fire.

“I think so, I’ll get a compress and see to your ankle.” Satoru turned to leave in a hurry but caught himself, turned and came straight back to you. Just a kiss on your forehead. “I hate seeing you in pain, I’ll be quick.”

He sped off down the hall to the other end of the house to the kitchen, a ways away and you were left on your own to talk with your thoughts. 

The pain? Rather it was the sickness in the pit of your stomach that took over. Whether or not it was the flu or more so the shock overtaking your body for the second time in twenty four hours you weren’t quite sure. Though Malaysia was looking more and more perfect by the minute if it got you the hell out of this house. 

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you in another office like this.” You didn’t look up, but it was him, you recognised his voice like it had been yesterday. 

When you did look up he was already in front of you, hand flying up fast to your throat and squeezing. “Don’t think about screaming, I have some things to take care of and would not appreciate it getting cut short because you can’t keep your mouth shut.” He also ripped that nail file from your hand and threw it over the desk and landed on Satoru's office chair. 

Even if you could scream, you doubted anything would come out while you watched him coming towards you. A whole lot of nothing. But Satoru was only down the hall, how the hell did Nanami manage to slip past him? 

“Will there be an issue?” His hand pressed like he wanted his fingers to touch. “Good.”

All you could do was shake your head and attempt to take a large gasp silently when he let go and walked past you. Prison had aged him, now donning facial hair with a rugged look and permanent exhausted scowl. His posture was nowhere near as uptight as you remembered, but his aloof tone remained the same.

“W-why did you come back?” Nanami was looking around the office with his hands behind his back, observing his surroundings and ultimately taking no notice of you. 

You could slip out maybe? Despite your ankle, just close enough to the edge of the doorframe to call for Satoru. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” You hadn’t even slipped off of the desk properly. 

“I uh… I-”

“You twisted your ankle, no? You should rest it.” You did as you were told with difficulty. 

“Here.” Nanami was again close to you in a split moment and lifted you back on to the desk. 

“Don’t touch me.” He actually stepped back when you pushed him away. 

“I thought about you a lot in prison, did you know that? I thought about what I would say to you when we met again. And when I do, I see you living with Gojo… How is that working out for you?”

You dreaded the thought, and wouldn’t admit to how much you thought about him when he was sent away, yet your compulsion to do so was for an entirely different reason than him. You didn’t want to think that you were on his mind the entire time, and what you were doing since then was none of his business. 

So you told him that. “It has nothing to do with you… But whatever you came here to do needs to end, and you need to get out before things end badly.” And it would, but this time you would fight back like you couldn’t before if he decided to try his luck no matter how petrified you were deep down.

He couldn’t see that side of you, because he would pray on it more than he already had.

He ignored that, didn’t react to it. “This, the house, fancy cars, money… whatever you have with him, it isn’t real. Why of all people did you choose him? All that song and dance about not fucking your boss and you do it anyway.”

“Everything is very much real; just because you can’t handle the fact doesn’t make it a moot point…” Nanami noticed your ragged breath, you just knew it.

In honesty, Satoru Gojo was pretty much the only consistent part of your life since Nanami had ruined it. Even Sashimi went off the rails a little. Satoru was reliable, gentle and kind hearted, where Kento Nanami was entitled and uptight. You didn't want to fuck your boss because you didn't want to, though it was very different with Satoru.

“You can’t be serious?” Was this man jealous?

“I am very serious. You are an asshole and if you ever thought over these last few years that I would ever decide to agree with what you did, you have another thing coming.” 

Where the hell this sudden courage was coming from was beyond you, perhaps it was because Satoru would come back eventually and throttle Nananmi to the ground. Or because there was three years of unresolved emotion you had done your very best to bottle up and it had spilled and bubbled over quicker than you could contain it again.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose and that finally matched with his exhausted look. “I never would have done those things, I didn’t want it to happen that way and it was improper, but I didn’t have a choice-”

“A choice? You always have a choice!” He moved towards you with his hand out, presumably to keep you quiet, but that didn’t stop you this time from thrashing about. “Like I haven't heard that one before; you’re sick… you need help and I can’t be around you!”

His hand found your mouth finally, fingers pressed against each cheek and squeezed. “I throw Gojo through a loop to get him away from here, but don’t go advertising to everyone in the fucking street…” 

He got closer, close enough to whisper in your ear, but he spoke freely. “Still running around like you own the place; still getting that preferential treatment huh?” He didn’t budge, hand so tight he could have broken your jaw if he wanted. “I thought about you all the time.”  

“Breaking and entering? That’s not like you Nanami, I thought you were clever, man.” Satoru clearly hadn’t heard Nanami’s words in your ear, but by the tone of his voice, he was fucking pissed but tried desperately to hide it. 

“Just the man I wanted to see.” Nanami pulled away from you but didn’t make the effort to turn and face him.

“You have a lot of nerve coming here and thinking you can put your hands on her and try to scare her. It’s not happening under my watch; not again. Get the hell away from her before this gets ugly.” 

Nanami did what he was told and he edged away from you and continued to keep his back to Satoru, he just kept looking at you and that made you cower under his gaze. Satoru’s fists were balled tighter than ever, visibly shaking.

“Oh right.” The side of Nanami’s mouth curled up ever so slightly. “So that was why you came to visit me then, before I was released? I think it’s just another empty threat.” 

Wait… “You went to the…” Satoru had never mentioned that, not at all. 

He didn’t speak at first and you could see the confliction spread across his face. “I didn’t say anything because you would have worried. It was over a month ago… I just wanted to make sure that he was going to leave you alone.”

“But you-”

“I saw how close his release date was getting and noticed what it was doing to you. You’re barely sleeping as it is and it’s made you sick. If I could do anything to make it better for you, then I would do the best I could. If I could trade places and take the weight off of your shoulders I would have.” He dropped his guard and looked at the floor as though he was a child in trouble. 

You decided it was time to leave. With Satoru here, there wasn’t the fear you assumed you would have after the agonising times you thought about if you were to be in the same room talking with Nanami again. And there was no attempt to stop you from limping over to your boyfriend. 

He held you with his arm to steady you, eyes heavy and sad. “I’m sorry I never told you, I just wanted you to get better.” 

“I know. I’m not angry, I understand why.” You nuzzled his cheek and for a moment almost forgot that Nanami was still stood in the corner of the room with his back to you. “We have to call the police, Satoru.”

He nodded. “I called security, they're sorting it.” Then he looked at Nanami. “He’s going back to prison for a while.”

“To hell I am!” Totally out of character, he turned and swung for Satoru and in a rut.

In the scuffle, Satoru pushed you out of the way. It was so close and somehow you managed to avoid hitting your head on the doorframe on the way down when you fell. Though disorientated, you were able to watch the two men fight again just like three years ago on that stage. 

Papers flew everywhere, crashing, smashed glass and broken photo frames dropped as hard as you did, horrid grunts and thrown punches were tight and uniform and they were going at it far worse than before like almost feral. 

“Stop. Please, stop it…” There was so much light everywhere. “Please…”

Was the room always this spinny? Maybe the anxiety got too much and made the churning in your stomach worse than usual. They wouldn’t stop and at some point someone was going to get hurt. 

“Please!” You managed, ankle throbbing like crazy now it was on the ground. 

Shit, I’m going to throw up.  

Satoru turned quickly, Nanami tight in his arms, choking him while he tapped him to stop. He called your name and landed heavy punches in Nanami’s face. “Can you move? What happened?” 

Nanami kept tapping, ultimately his eyes were on you. “Don’t do this to me. Please don’t this.” 

Satoru whacked him one last time which resulted in his form going limp and he slumped to the floor with a groan. “Honey, look at me- look at me. Are you alright? I didn’t want to push you, I really didn’t.” 

He was panicked when he clambered towards you, his hands were all over you, checking over while you just concentrated on breathing and hoped you could make it to the bathroom. 

“It’s alright- please I’m okay. Just get him out of here. Can you call Detective Ino? I need a minute, I need to get out of this house.” Yeah, you were going to vomit.

“Okay, we can do that.” You clambered up and took a lasting glance at Nanami still on the floor, holding his nose in silence on the office floor. Satoru held you up and walked you out to the front door where the fresh air hit you stronger than a massive wave as you sat on the doorstep. 

“Stay here, help won’t be far, I’ll sort everything else.” His touch settled you somewhat. “I promise. 

Satoru disappeared back into the house and you propped yourself up against the door frame. You were so over it all and counted down the minutes until the red and blue lights brightened the gated street, almost over for good. 

The end was finally insight and hoped the jury would stop him from being released again for good.

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Jinwoo is the tenth reawakened S-Rank hunter. But what happens when the eleventh is thrown into the mix? Sparks don't fly immediately, and when they do, they don't catch fire. They simmer and smolder before bringing the heat. You just happen to be an accelerant.

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I’ll look after you, second

Part 4 <- Part 5 -> Part 6

Things are tense, but you come up with a solution.

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Jinwoo never got a chance to fuck you before the association dinner, you trudged off towards the bedroom and slammed the door shut for a whole hour before emerging in a dress that took his breath away.

It was evident that you’d been crying and for the first time, Jinwoo was unsure how to approach you.

Besides making his feelings partly known that first night, there’d been too much emphasis from the association that you and he never fully had that chance to explore each other emotionally.

You were well aware of Jinwoo’s thoughts towards you, yet you never acted on them, not unless it was in the bedroom. You cooed all sorts of little sweet nothings into his ear, and only then did you make him think you felt that way. As soon as he came and you were finished, it all stopped.

He craved more than just a facade. More than just a show for the association. He wanted you to want him too. He had already killed for you to ensure you slept next to him at night, that you uttered his name with pleasure and ensured he was the first and last person you saw in the morning and before bed.

So why was everything falling apart and becoming so difficult?

Jinwoo wasn’t sure, he wanted to get to the bottom of it, so he thought of the most logical way and just asked on the drive to the restaurant. “So… I know things have been difficult. I wanted to let you know that I appreciate everything you’re doing.”

“You do?”

“I do. It’s not easy and I can’t imagine how awkward things are for you…” He started soft and respectful for now. “We’re in this together and I want you to know that just because the association wants to turn their backs on us in a month, it doesn’t mean I will.”

You were silent for a while, looking over at Jinwoo in the car every so often from his periphery, he could tell that you were conflicted. Each time you opened your mouth to speak, you stopped yourself until he looked over at you behind a red traffic light.

“I guess we haven’t really had time to find more about each other, huh?” You looked down at your laced fingers nestled neatly on your lap. “I guess this whole thing has thrown me a little.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“It’s just… If I’m less involved with you, Jinwoo, then I won’t get attached. And the pressure of all these negative tests is stressing me out- I want to get to know you better, but Jin-chul said it himself, in a month they’ll split us up, so what’s the point?”

What’s the point? The point is everything, it’s the very essence of this programme, the point is to get to know each other and make a baby. When Jinwoo eventually got you pregnant, because he wouldn’t ever give up, he wanted to be a family. That was his main goal.

He didn’t want some other woman’s child, he wanted yours. 

“There’s a point, but that’s probably a contributing factor to why nothing’s happened yet… Y’know, the whole ‘why bother if it isn’t going to work’, I think we need to reevaluate our stance on this.”

“So… this is all my fault?”

“No, no, no, I never said that.” Well, in honesty, it was. But how could he tell you that when you looked so hurt as he pulled up in the darkened parking lot, right by the streetlamp with the busted light. “All I’m saying is that it’s a cycle, and we’re stuck in it, so let’s pull ourselves out of it, okay?”

“So what are you suggesting exactly, Jinwoo?”

He had one idea, and that was to fuck you senseless in the car right now, but he went with the secondary option instead. “Why don’t we go on a real date and see how you feel then?”

When you turned to him, pulling off your seatbelt in the most adorable way, Jinwoo saw the cogs turning. “You want that?”

“I told you how I felt about you, remember? This is more than just an agreement to me, and it can be for you if you let it. But it’s your decision to make.” 

Making it sound like your choice made it easier for your brain to comprehend someone else making decisions for you without even realising. Eventually, Jinwoo would coerce you into picking every option he chose, darting around the wrong ones like a river around a rock.

The right choices were the ones involving Jinwoo.

“I don’t-” You didn’t flinch, not at Jinwoo’s touch to brush a hair from your face. “I don’t know what I want.”

“I can show you a few options. If that’s what you want?” Jinwoo’s touch never let up, his thumb traced your bottom lip, his eyes watching you softly under the interior light. “I want you to be comfortable and look forward to being with me, not dreading it.”

You swallowed deeply, biting your bottom lip and contemplating your life choices. “Why do you- how am I good enough to-”

Jinwoo kissed you, it was the only way to show you instead of spilling pointless words for you to deny. Actions spoke louder than words and it was about time you saw that. The kiss was quick and sweet, firm enough to mean business but shallow enough to stop you bolting.

And when you kissed him back, it was a sealed moment in the relationship. Not once outside of the bedroom had you kissed or even spoken about Jinwoo’s feelings about you since the beginning. He hoped once Hae-in fell pregnant, you’d stop with the barrage of guilt for sitting on Jinwoo’s cock in Hae-in's place. She was pregnant now and it was about time you were.

It was probably the reason Jinwoo was caught off guard when you pawed at his suit jacket, becoming more feverish and passionate so quickly, going as far as to turn the interior light off.

“What do you need?” He managed to get in between touches, heated exchanges in the passenger side after you slipped your stilettos off.

“Want you to- I need you to fuck me.” You were already hiking your dress up.

To fuck here, in the parking lot when the resturant was maybe fifty metres away, the association table most probably already collecting with hunters and you wanted to fuck?

Jinwoo was already at half mast just from your kiss and here you were, about to slip your underwear off.

“Leave them on-” Jinwoo launched his driver's seat back as far as it could possibly go and took a hold of your waist, pulling you on top of him as close as he could.

He gripped your hips and weighed you down over his growing erection until you ground on him instinctively. You were beautiful, breasts stuffed into your dress jittering perfectly with each stolen breath to make the car windows steam.

“What’s caused this?” Jinwoo wasn’t sure why he asked, but he did.

“I-I don’t know, I just need you right now.”  It was good enough for him, you caused friction over his suit pants that drove him wild.

Jinwoo chuckled, shoving his face against your chest and trying his damndest to keep his composure. He couldn’t ruin you, not right here before the dinner, but he could leave you with a present. He pulled your dress up further, past your waist and admired your body begging for his touch, each kiss was electric, every touch a lit fire under his skin. You were coming round to this idea eventually, the only thing getting in his way of keeping you permanently was a baby.

Before Jinwoo could really settle himself in the moment, you were tugging at his belt, lips locked in a hurried fashion with feverish tongues exploring each other's tastes. You tasted of spearmint toothpaste, gentle, refreshing mint right on his tongue. Jinwoo wondered what he tasted like to you, but that thought quickly flew away when you hurriedly pulled out his hardened cock to sit on.

It happened so quickly, yet earned no complaints from either participant.

Jinwoo pulled your lace underwear to the side, the softness gathering at his fingertips as he moved and and slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside you. You sat down quick enough to make him gasp, bottoming out with an overcharged huff, sexually activated.

Perhaps now you and he were joined as one as a couple could be.

You moved, slowly picking up the pace while Jinwoo held on for dear life, cursing under his breath at the very sight of you initiating something like this. It was more than just sex now, that much he understood. How could you say this was just sex?

So beautiful. He wanted so desperately to make you a mommy, filling you up time after time was his only way to truly get that ownership over your fierce independence you displayed out of the public eye. He couldn’t wait to break it down in exchange for codependency. You might be one of the country’s sweetheart S-Ranks, but Jinwoo knew you to be filthy, riled up and stubborn enough to give him a run for his money. Taming that was his ultimate adrenaline rush.

Jinwoo pushed you down further, watching your breasts bounce, the whole car trembling with the anticipation of an orgasm. His kink took over. 

“We’ll finish this tonight, but I’m coming inside you and I want you to keep it in for the entire dinner, can you do that for me?”

You nodded immediately. “Y-yes. Yes.” 

“Good girl.”  

He pulled you down to kiss, both tongues and saliva joining in desperation which seemed to spur you on further, ass bouncing and cupped in his hands for safe keeping. 

“Give it to me- now, I want it now, shit - we’re going to be late-“ 

“Don’t look at the clock, we have plenty of time, hold on.”

Jinwoo fucked you good. The little driven breaths from your lips drove him insane, fingers clenched around his suit lapels for support, ravenous at everything you did. The way your pussy sucked him in like it was meant for him, made for him. Fate enough that you fit so perfectly in his arms, the accentuation of your waist enough for his hands to sit like a carved art piece. So much perfection.

He loved it.

He loved you.

And he’d love the body you got while it made his baby and especially after that.

A family. He wanted a family with you so desperately. Give that to me, please. 

“J-Jinwoo, I’m com- I’m coming- oh fuck!” 

He wanted to kiss you so your moan escaped into his mouth, but that would have been a waste. “Let me hear you, don’t keep it in- please don’t keep it in.” 

You did as you were told and let it out, the most sensual and romantic gesture you had done for Jinwoo to date. When your hips jerked, you pushed Jinwoo’s back into the seat which made his heart swell three times the size.

Perfect. Just perfect. 

“Are you ready for me? Take everything I give you and keep it there-” He pulled you in for one last kiss. “You can’t waste a drop-”

There was something that mulled over in your eyes, like a darkness, but nothing like Jinwoo could produce when he was pissed off. Because you weren’t angry, you weren’t enraged or engulfed with fury. No, you were hungry, ravenous.

“You better fill me up good, or we’ll never make it to that dinner.”

Fuuuck. 

Well that just spurred him on and when Jinwoo did come inside you, it was positively the strongest orgasm he ever had in his life, not just with you, but in his entire existence. He held onto you tight like you would disappear in thin air, like you would leave if he didn’t have you in his clutches already.

Jinwoo wanted to forget about the dinner and in fact, he did forget as his toes tried to curl in his shoes, his knuckles seizing up at his iron grip on your hips and digging into the plush skin that would most definitely bruise tomorrow.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The scene was sublime, the actions and words and everything happened as it should. Never for a second did he ever think you would do something so risky so early. In the grand scheme of things, two months was nothing, and you were bending to him like you needed him as much as he needed you in no time at all.

When it calmed down, you leant over to kiss him, your lips less passionate and more sweet like honey, though your face did not match it. It was like you were troubled over something you didn’t want to share, or thought it wasn’t worth acknowledging because you smiled sleepily right after.

If Jinwoo blinked at that moment, he would have missed it. So, he took a stab in the dark to gain your trust a little better. “Don’t worry, we still have time to do this.”

“I know… I just- I don’t want to have to start over again because they’re impatient. But…”

“What is it?” Jinwoo ran his fingers over your forearm, tickling them into goosebumps.

“What if I can’t- I mean, they never tested to make sure before we started this and I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

You weren’t really thinking that, were you? This was the association's doing, not yours, and Jinwoo would be damned if he let you think that way, just when you and he were making headway.

“Please don’t think that way. It just takes time, don’t compare yourself to Hae-in, she just got lucky, but we still have time. So let’s make the most of it, hm?”

It seemed to settle you. You didn’t get off of him initially and Jinwoo assumed it was to keep his fluids inside a little while longer, but that wasn’t exactly that. You laid down and rested your head on his shoulder for comfort, you even allowed him to stroke your hair in the process.

“Okay… Alright then, let’s do this. We can do it.”

Well this night became a whole lot more interesting than I initially thought. 

Originally, Jinwoo fully accepted that you were either going to ignore the issue and therefore ignore him, or it would blow up into an argument. Though you never really had it in for Jinwoo, he was the closest one to air your frustrations about the association. He tried to stay on side for the most part, but then he’d say something that didn’t align with your frustration and he’d get both barrels. While he never took it personally, it was getting kind of boring.

So when you and he straightened yourselves up, left the car with you full of his semen and holding hands like a real couple towards the restaurant, Jinwoo had high hopes of succeeding his untouched year long quest.

All he was waiting for now, were those two little lines on a pregnancy test and the first step of keeping you was complete.

One hell of a bumpy ride, but his suspension still seemed intact.

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The haunting of Toji Fushiguro.

Satoru Gojo thinks you're seeing ghosts.

Seance!Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader. Canon world of JJK,Stalking,Gore,References to breaking an entering,All characters of age, 18 in last year of jjk tech, reader is NOT under age when they meet Toji.

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“There is no way you saw him. Trust me.”

Satoru Gojo tried to reassure you, but you were so sure you had seen him. He told you what he did to his body all those years ago, but you were not seeing ghosts, not like him. 

He had wreaked havoc on Jujutsu high when you were only a student, in your last year, just turned adult and almost graduated. He had stopped you in your tracks to find Gojo, he even said his fucking name in his voice you wouldn’t forget. So cocky, monotone without as much as a care or shame for what he was doing.

There was no perversion towards you, none that you would have noticed anyway. His act of violence went as far as arms length, he didn’t hurt you, or berate you, but he left because you were certain he didn’t see you as a threat. 

But as the years went by, there was always a feeling lingering on your neck, a tightness in your chest with invisible eyes that were never there to open when you looked. Being spied on was gross, the tension never left and was particularly horrible when you didn’t sense any cursed energy. 

That was why it unsettled you when you saw him. A fraction quicker than usual you turned your head and there he was by the large steel torii gate, larger than life itself with that eerie smirk you almost removed from your memory. But Gojo was certain that he killed him. 

You weren’t so sure.

But one thing was certain; ghosts were not real.

Your cursed energy was erratic, flowing unevenly to far lengths than you ever thought possible when you were a student, it didn’t move like running water but was more like the calm alongside the storm, the eye that didn’t answer to anyone in a natural disaster. It had a mind of its own and took far longer than it should have to control.

That was your drive to be who you were now, a dedicated teacher to support those who couldn’t control what they were born with, including heavenly pacts. That was your specialty, but even though you worked so hard and how far your cursed energy could go, it still didn’t help you to detect him. 

Toji Fushiguro.

“I really did Gojo. I’m not crazy.” You sat there, cradling a mug of tea, craning your neck back to stretch it. 

“I never said you were crazy, but you look like you haven't slept in a week.” Satoru was half right, his eyes watching you behind his blindfold as he slumped into his chair opposite. 

It was just the two of you in the room conversing and you had never told anyone else, but sometimes you questioned yourself if telling Satoru Gojo was really the best decision. But, he was right and incredibly wise when he wanted to be.

“I haven’t slept, I keep waking up in the middle of the night.” You yawned into your mug, the steam covering your glasses. “I don’t know why, I keep feeling something’s there, but nothing ever is, like the witching hour is fucking with me or something.”

“Maybe it's a ghost.” And he was immature too.

He was deflecting the main topic of conversation, you knew why and didn’t want to keep pushing it, but something didn’t sit right and he was the only person that could help, even if he would refuse to.

“Ghosts aren’t real, but stop avoiding this. I saw him, whether it’s someone else's cursed technique or something your guess is as good as mine, but I’m telling the truth. Fushiguro was there, watching me.”

“I’ve never seen a technique like that before, and why would someone want that asshole back to life anyway?”

“I don’t know.” You really didn’t but you wished it would stop. “I just have a bad feeling, I hate being on my own, I just- I hate it.” That was when the eyes on you were most prominent, most pungent in its sensation to make each individual hair stand up on your neck to attention, straight up from something you never saw.

Gojo didn’t say anything at first, but you knew he was watching you, most probably with concern, or just boredom, but you hoped it was the former. He never showed his emotions, but it was clear he cared about his students, but what ticked you off was his lack of concern for a bigger threat than just curses. Even if he didn’t believe you, he should have put in counter measures whenever he left for a mission. 

But he never felt the need to.

Even after all Toji Fushiguro did, the mark he left on him. 

You remembered that day like it was yesterday, the weather, the smell, the sounds of calm before the chaos, you recalled everything. And that look in his eyes when he stalked past you, that worm thing cooing and slithering around his neck like a grotesque scarf, spitting and drooling. 

“I’m sure we’ll meet again.” He had said, looking you up from your feet to your face, hand clutched around that odd looking knife you hadn’t seen since. 

Not one word was uttered from your lips, you hadn’t spoken a word to him, but then he was gone. The aftermath led you to be either complimented or offended that he didn’t even think you were worth fighting and you didn’t believe it was because you were stronger, no, he almost took Gojo’s life and that was no easy feat. 

So you sat there offended for the longest time.

You weren’t even worth the time.

Gojo yawned himself, stretching and laid himself down on the adjoining sofa. “I’m beat, it’s been a long day, go and sleep. Take my bed if you want, I’m only napping before class, but you look like you need it.”

You did, but you weren’t about to sleep in Gojo’s bed, there was something about your own, despite the lack of comfort of a solid night that you loved. The smell of you, laundry detergent that almost authenticated lavender in the room, so perfect you would forgive the broken sleep. 

You shook your head and got up, perching your hand on the back of the chair to tuck it in. “Nah, I like my own bed, I’m going home early, if you don’t hear from me tomorrow I’m probably dead from insomnia.”

Gojo chuckled and rested the back of his hand on his forehead. “Don’t say that, you’ll be fine, I know you’ll always bounce back. But honestly,” He sat up and looked towards the door you were going through. “He’s dead. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, I’m here, the best teacher in the universe, nothing can get past me!”

It was a lame attempt to calm your nerves to which you appreciated, but it still didn't help. You gave it to him though, “Thanks Gojo, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The walk home was longer, much longer to your weary form, trudging and mumbling to yourself, trying hard to think of anything. You needed shopping, that could wait until tomorrow after classes, those were important as the first years had a test coming up to decide what paths they wanted to take and be paired in teams for something… you couldn't remember.

Shit. “Why am I so tired?”

You were getting exhausted by the second, enough to fight the urge to lay down in the street and sleep in the summer heat, sweating more than usual under the sun's powerful rays. That’s why you were sleepy you thought, the heat was knocking you sideways. 

So far in fact that you never even sensed her presence. “So it’s you then.”

You turned with a delay, not registering at first that she was addressing you but there was no one else down the small side street to talk to. “Me? Can I help you?”

“It was you, you're the reason I lost my brother… I tried so hard to track you down, but all I had to do was follow him.”

She looked no older than her early thirties, similar to your own age, running on just as little sleep as you were aswell. The long beads in her hands swayed in the light breeze but she held tight like they would fly away at any moment. You stood there blinking at her. Was she on drugs? You hadn't a clue what she was on about and it definitely wasn't the lack of sleep confusing you.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what youre talking about.” You turned to leave, but she got so close to grab your arm, the tiredness made your skin ache, a tingling pressure. 

“Ouch!” Now you were awake and pulled away abruptly with two steps back. “Don’t touch me. I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave me alone.”

Her cursed energy enveloped her like a cocoon, so immense and powerful you certain she had cursed objects concealed on her person, so much energy like Gojo, but tightly wound and fattened to confuse you.

You turned again, but she moved in front of you, her eyes strained and hair out of place to match her clothes. “My brother won’t stop until he finds you… all he wanted was to kill Satoru Gojo, but now he’s out of control. And it’s all your fault.”

These two were idiots if they thought they would take Gojo on and win. “Kill him? That won’t happen, I’m sorry, but your brother probably isn’t going to come back.”

She became more dishevelled by the second, gripping her hair in her balled fists. “He won’t ever come back because he refuses to give my brother his body back… My granny Ogami doesn't even know what I've done!”

 “What; are you okay? Can I get someone to take you home?” 

“He won't give him back! It was only supposed to be the body’s information but his soul- it’s, oh shit…” Her eyes were as wide as headlights, looking through you, behind and down the road like she would cry at any second and those eyes were on you. 

“My body is special. I knew I came back for a reason.”

That voice. That… terrifying and gross voice. 

The woman stood on the verge of tears backing away from you, but you didn’t turn around to look at him, you froze in fear of being right, so right for once that you hated it. Being right like this often came with bragging rights for life, but you wished it really was a ghost behind you. 

Not Toji Fushiguro in the flesh.

“Please! I can’t control how this works, give back my brother if you won’t do as you’re told-”

The crushing noise came before your eyes could even register that Fushiguro was even in front of you, hands tight around the woman's head opened up like a watermelon, it was the same colour inside. Brain matter and blood vessels opened and sprayed across your face, your feet stayed firm where they were in fear that you didn’t even think to use your cursed energy. 

“Now she’s quiet, we can finally talk.” He turned towards you, white suit shirt doused in red and chunky parts and hair. “I’m happy you left Gojo where he was, can’t risk another run in with him since I was so lucky to find you a second time.” 

You didn’t dare look up, secretly hoping Gojo would arrive any minute and put a stop to this, but Fushiguro was clever, the bastard was so clever as now you were out of reach, your cursed energy stuck at its limit that it couldn't reach the school. Pulling your phone out to call for help would only piss off the man in front of you and you definitely knew everything that he was capable of. 

“Y-you're dead.”

“I was. I hate to admit it, but thank god for cursed energy, now I can start over.” He sounded identical, exactly how he was that day at the school, the way he looked you up and down played in your mind and your curiosity in all your crippling stiffness gave in.

There was no difference in his features with the same scar you recognised, but his eyes greyed over like cataract, dead inside but very much alive and he looked at you the same way though this time there was a hunger, a perversion that he didn't have before.

“Where do you think you're goin’?” You tried a small step back, hoping to edge away like he wouldn’t notice but he did. 

Fight him goddammit. Why won't you fight? You couldn't, like a defence mechanism, if you didnt move then he couldn't see you, but he touched you instead.

Your chin. His index finger made contact with you and you flared up, like an allergy, skin so soft but roughened with age and hard work. He was a dead man but your puny brain couldn’t comprehend it.

“You look so different to how you were when we first met.” His thumb brushed past your bottom lip making you cringe, “To think I was goin’ to kill you then, I’m glad I didn’t, happy I managed to find you.”

“Why- why did you look for me?” 

“By accident at first. But I wanted more when I did find you. I wasn’t interested until then.”

“When was that?” 

“A year ago.” It all made sense now, the lack of sleep, the eyes watching you, the unsettled pit in your stomach that made you want to vomit. All of that was Fushiguro and Gojo gaslit you unintentionally.

Fuck.

Why weren't you just walking away? It was due to his lack of cursed energy, even as he was, there wasn't an ounce that wasn't your own. Like deafening silence in an empty room and tinnitus at night, loud and impatient and confusingly aggressive. 

“You… you got into my apartment.”

“Yeah,” A strand of your hair fell through his fingers. “You should really update your system, anyone could have gotten in if I wasn’t there watching. Good thing I was brought back, huh? Who will keep you safe if I weren't here?” 

The difference in strength and raw power was what stopped you from moving at first, but if he would do something anyway, then it didn’t matter if you fought back or not. You were a sorcerer, it was your job to fight, to protect and you just stood in the middle of an empty street hoping Satoru Gojo would save you. 

How pathetic. 

Either way, you couldn't stand where you were, so you made a move. How you were able to get a hit on him was outstanding, a firm slap to break the distance it was almost deliberate, though he didn’t appear to be as quick as before, like a delay or required charge up. He stood in shock though, you could tell by his eyes and dilated pupils that he hesitated to move. 

“Is that any way to treat me? After all I’ve done to get to you?” 

“Murder is wrong no matter how you look at it. You murdered that woman.” Your cursed energy trembled with you, but it managed to right itself. “Whatever you are, I’m going to have to exorcise you. You’re dead and it’ll stay that way.”

You never thought you would hear such a sound as fucked up in your life, like a world without children’s laughter, or the moon dying and destroying the tides. Toji Fushiguro’s laughter fit into that category. 

He laughed at you, your own presence like he was underestimating you all over again. Just how he did back then. “You’re sweet thinking you could ever fight me off, but I’ll give you the courtesy to treat me kinder because I could do what I wanted and there isn’t anything you can do… Ask Satoru Gojo. But I'll treat you better than that if you let me?”    

“What the hell do you want?!” 

He smiled at your anger, your gritted teeth spurred him on. “You. I want you. You’re pathetic, I like that.”

He got so close to you in a blink, his hands either side of your head and cracked the concrete wall you were pressed up against. There was nowhere to go. “Yeah, I like that alot.”

“H-how,” Your voice tucked itself away in the pit of your throat, your legs gave up even bothering to move. “How are you r-real?” 

Toji Fushiguro leant in to your ear and whispered. “Fate finds a way don’t ya think? I told you we’d meet again.”

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Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[mullermilkshake]

Stinging nettles.

Toji plays a game with you.

Yandere!Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non con,Forced,Forced oral sex,Knife play,Spitting,Hunting you,Confirmed Toji is a panty sniffer. (This should be cannon :)),Graze, cuts, injury,Hair pulling,Degradation,Stalking

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“Now. If I take the gag out, you aren't gonna scream, are you?”

Shaking your head didn't seem to please him. 

“Make me at least believe it. This is just pathetic.”

You shook even more, like your head would unscrew if you kept up. But the display of effort earned you a slow forming smile and tilted head in return. 

“Good girl.” 

He ran his fingers through a loose strand of hair. The material of your own panties dried your tongue like sand, soaking up any moisture left, damped by your tears. Pulling them out, he held them to his nose, taking the cloth in like an inhaler. A groan escaped him, a sigh of an addict. He tucked them back in his pocket.

He had a knife slung across his shoulder. A knife that had no business being that long, but was no less terrifying, sitting there in two parts. The negative space in between was where he placed your throat once he’d taken you.

“I think we should play a game.” 

He stood up, the leaves of the forest crunching under his shoes, belittling you. Haunting you. Even the crows in the trees were laughing. “Poor little you. Can't do anything without crying. That’s why he chose you.”

“You were quite adept in avoiding me for a while. I wanna see how well you can actually do it with your life on the line.”

My life?

The rope binds came loose, blood flow returning to your arms with pins and needles made you tremble. He even freed your legs, pulling the cable ties and cutting them away. You weren't sure whether this was another trap like last time. He toyed with you, making the world seem brighter by letting you go, letting you run for home.

But this was where you ended up. In the forest, in broad daylight, hoping, praying for a passer by to find you. Not that they would be able to fight him off, but the sentiment kept your will stronger than it should have been.

“How about…” He crouched down in front of you, his fist firmly planted on his knife. “You run, and if you win, I’ll let you go.”

He’d never just let you go. Would he?

“W-what- what would happen if I lose?”

“Sweetheart.” Scooping up the loose hair, he tucked behind your ear so lovingly. “You don't want to know what I’ll do with you if you lose. But I'm counting on it, so try your best and fight back.”

It could have been the cold, but you believed in that moment, when goosebumps raided your entire body with a shiver, that it was his words that did it instead. His eyes, body language all pointed to his seriousness, and his smile showed he was going to enjoy it too. 

 He’s going to skin me, isn't he?

“Get up then, go on.” He stood back for a moment and paused. He understood. “Here, let me help you. The feeling probably still hasn't returned yet, right?”

In any other situation, someone might have thought he was a concerned lover, caring for his wife, like he actually cared for you. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t have taken you the first time if he did. Maybe like a fucking human being he could have asked you out at one point. 

The person you were then, probably would have said yes too.

“There we go. All better now.” 

To be honest, you looked like you’d been dragged through a bush backwards, hair matted, dress crumbled full of dirt. He must have seen that because he straightened out your dress like it meant something. 

He paused and glared at you up and down. “Don’t look at me like that. All doe eyed. Some people will actually think you’re trying to turn me on.”

It was just a look. Nothing more. Perhaps more so terrified of the man, than his delusion of seduction. You just didn’t want to die and he wanted to play a game. A man you tried so hard to stay away from, and he found you all away across the continent.

He left you bare foot, quivering in the autumn breeze, circling you in a way he’d devour you. “I’ll give you…” He stopped for a moment in contemplation before continuing. “An hour head start?”

The knife made a horrifying cling as it scraped a rock nearby. A knife he would skewer you on. An hour. Where could you get in an hour? You had no idea how big the forest was, nor where you even were. But how would you fair with no shoes on?

He whistled and sang his words. “You better run.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You took off, the rough, coarse dirt already burning the soles of your feet. Your misty breath filled your vision as you climbed over a fallen tree, laying in your path to graze your bare thighs. 

“Shit!” You tried your best to keep quiet, but the burn singed, it was dry and grazed your inner thigh, so close to your exposed sensitive area.

You wished that psycho hadn’t of taken your underwear. 

You scrambled off of the ground because you landed with a hollow thump, your bare foot almost caught itself in the exposed tree roots, cutting your hand up in the process. It stung, it really fucking stung, but the pain, you know would worsen if Toji got a hold of you. 

You never saw if he had a temper, but you didnt need to, he was fucked up enough on a good day. For a moment you thought about giving up, letting him take you home and do whatever he wanted to do, it would take less energy that way.

How the fuck do I get out of here?

Parts of the forest looked the same, it was a big bowl of trees, hills here, hills there, one big rock, another big rock, a stupid rope swing, a drizzle of water flowing downhill. It all looked the fucking same, what were you going to do?

Then, your foot slipped, sending you rolling down the incline you had just climbed. Rocks, sticks, tree roots, they all cut into you, scraped or dinged you on the way down, the spinning ground was a blur visually disturbing how it was going so quick. All you could do was protect your head until you stopped. 

And then you were dizzy, the world spun so much, you didn’t notice the large wolf sneaking up behind you, you just fell over. The growl clued you in on the situation, it was fucking huge, low to the ground with its teeth showing aggression. 

“Fuck.” You breathed, stepping back slowly, but there was nothing you could do. “Good dog.” 

Like that was going to make the thing sit and wait for a stick. 

Your only option was to close your eyes and wait, maybe it was better this way, then you wouldn't have to deal with Toji anymore. That would be nice. You didn't even know where you were, it’s not like anyone was going to be able to find you in this maze.   

So you closed your eyes and sat down in a ball, and waited.

There was a cut, a whine and a slice. The thud made you look up, the wolf was dead, beheaded where it stood and Toji put his foot on top of it like a superhero. But he wasn't your superhero, he was your villain.

“If I weren't here, you would have died. Can’t have that.” He noticed your lost expression and it made him chuckle. “I lied. I couldn’t wait an hour. You’re so pathetic, I had to make sure you didn't die.”

You lost. No, no you didn't lose, he cheated. You got up and gripped at the loose dirt to get away, but you didn't get far, his hand was already gripped tight in your hair, pulling back to hold you where he wanted you. 

“Where are you going? I found you, remember?” He tugged so hard, it sent you crashing to the floor in a heap, he never let go of your hair.

You tried your hardest to claw at his hands, maybe that could have made him drop you, but his grip was like a machine, it didnt react to the hurt you were giving it. 

“Now what should I get because I won? Your legs are pretty beat up, so I guess I can’t fuck you.” He studied you, undressed you. “I know, your pretty, little mouth is working just fine. I heard you moaning when you hurt yourself, shall we put it to good use?” 

Toji pulled you up so you were in your knees, his fingers still wedged in the curls of your hair, your scalped burned like he could scalp you at any moment. 

You were so close to his crotch and you watched his free hand unzip his pants, the outline of his hardness came through as he exposed his boxers. Toji pulled out your underwear from his pocket and took a whiff again. 

“Shit, I can still smell you. As soon as your legs are better, I’m going to destroy you. I’ve always wanted to.” 

He fished out his throbbing member from his boxers and wrapped your panties around the base, like a fabric cock ring. It twitched and looked at you, pre come already dribbling out of the tip. 

Seeing you like this had already turned him on so much, it was so fucked, so absolutely fucked. 

“Toji I-“ 

You didn’t get to finish your plea, he grabbed your chin and forced your mouth open. “Open wide baby, I’ve got a present for ya.” 

He spat into your open mouth, the warm spit landed on your tongue, going cold instantly, like the weather, with your knees on the damp soil. It was disgusting, but he didn’t even give you that to think about before he held you there, pushing the tip of his length past your lips. 

“You’re going to suck me good and dry. I earned this because I won our game. You look so pretty on your knees for me, your eye makeup is all smudged.”

You couldn’t respond, by now he had pushed as much as he could inside, the tip pushed the back of your throat like it would tear a hole in it, he grabbed the back of your head and held you there, twitching away inside you. 

“Look at you taking all of me, I thought I might need to use my knife to get you to behave, but you learn quickly, you’re so obedient.” He grunted as he pulled out slowly. “I bet if I sat you on my cock right now, you’d bounce on it without me even asking.”

“Keep your eyes open.” There was frustration in his voice as he struggled to speak, he started to thrust your mouth. “Watch me, I want to see those glossy eyes tear up when you gag.” 

Making eye contact with his was hard, much harder than what was in your mouth, it made you angry, you wished that fucking wolf had eaten you, that Toji had left you to die. The bastard didn’t deserve anyone in his sad little life even though he was taking it. 

He noticed your mood change eerily fast. “Don’t frown at me, are you getting stroppy because I’m not doing what you want? I’m sorry baby, but I’m not paying you attention because you lost, we had a deal.” 

He picked up the pace, pumping himself into your mouth, making you gag and retch, he kept going, moaning away and cursing under his breath. It made your eyes water, the motion causing sloppy squelching loud enough over the breeze through the trees. 

You were basically his fuck toy now. And he knew that.

“I could fuck you anywhere I want and you’d do as you were told, wouldn’t you? Shit, now I know why guys get married-we should get married- ah fuck that’s good.”

He face fucked you, giving you no room to move or breath, you tried your best to steady yourself, but he was thrusting himself like a machine, the raw strength he had, there wasn’t a thing you could do.

“Yeah, you’d look so good in white, walking down the aisle or somethin’. And I could take you infront of everyone to show them whose name you took.” 

He cursed under his breath, you only hoped he was close so this could be done. And he confirmed that the grip on you was so tight, his nails dug in and stung. 

“I’m close, baby, you ready to take this? Because it’s all for you- just for you because you’re perfect- this is gonna be a big one.”

In another world, you would have said his moans were angelic, so soft they were almost unnatural. But looking up at the man with his cock rammed down your throat, ejaculating so much it was choking you, it made it sound so disgusting. 

“Oh fuck- holy shit!-“ He jerked and jutted, coming off of his orgasm. “You take that so well. I’m surprised actually. I thought you would at least try and spit.” He pulled out and kneeled down to you. “At least it’s one thing you didn’t give up on.” 

He pocketed the panties again, but not before he inhaled them one last time, and the peck on the lips he gave you was soft, firm and maybe even loving, but you knew it wasn’t, it was a cruel joke that you would endure for god knows how long, until you had another chance to get away.

You didn’t know if you would get another chance again, but there was hope. 

The bastard even took you hand in his. “I’m done with this game already. Come on. Let’s get you home, you must be freezing.”  

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!