COSMIC 🌟 QUEEN

FANDOMS I'LL DO:

Solo Leveling

Twisted Wonderland

Jujutsu Kaisen

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Knights of Guinevere

Zenless Zone Zero

Persona 5 in general (idk about Tactica and Phantom X cause I don't know them that well)

Persona 3 in general

Date Everything

Poppy Playtime

Marvel Rivals

Wind Breaker

SK8 THE INFINITY

Blue Lock

Dandadan

Dress Up Darling

OSHI NO KO

Demon Slayer

MASHLE

To Be Hero X

KPOP Demon Hunters

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Sharing a strawberry parfait together or two. Going out now and then together on a date is evident. Him flushed in the face every time you cozy up to him, whether in a booth or side by side on bar stools.

"You want me to get you your own? Money's no trouble."

"Nah ... I want my indirect kiss."

He's good company, some slight awkwardness is still there, his walls still up. And yet, your affectionate efforts to tear those walls down have you pecking his cheeks and giving his gloved hands squeezes to remind him that you aren't going anywhere.

"You're stuck with me for life, Champion."

"Well shit. Guess I can't peel you off now."

Taking motorbike trips with you clinging to him from behind has him flexing instinctively against your warm presence. His hooded gaze eyeing you while you grind on his clothed crotch until you both cum. He carries you just to pin you against the wall of whatever building you're parked by. Or any room you're both in so long as it's just you two.

"Ya know people can see us, right hon?"

"I want them all to see you're off the market."

Shadow and light interlap as he drapes you on the couch, over the counters, in the shower, on the floor, tangled in bed. Any smoldering gaze or lingering touches or soft spoken consent triggers either and / or both of you to initiate. Always with kisses that burn and tingle against the skin.

"I'll never get to concentrate on anything else again from here on out ... thanks for that, sweetie~"

"You're the one who can't take their hands off me, on and off the job. I'm paying my dues. You better do the same~"

He trembles when your hands feel the braces hugging the shoulder, forearm, and elbow of his left arm. With no shades on, his once weary olive eyes now blazed with endearment as your tender touch makes his scars feel less cursed and more beloved. His leather jacket always comes off first whenever it's just you two safe at home.

"I'll never wrap my head around how ... how I got lucky to have you."

"I love you Lighter ... never forget that."

His arm hugs you around your dips as your arms are snug around his neck, pulling each other to kiss slow and deep enough to leave those lips swollen red and well. Both of you toppling over has him cushioning you just in case.

"I won't forget ... I love you too, angel."

————

Camping with Shoko and Utahime is something you don’t care much for. You’re not the biggest fan of bugs, can’t really stand being miles out from your nearest… well, anything, and you mostly mull over the fact that there’s little to no service.

That, and the woods give you the creeps. Especially after they’d taunted you by telling you there’s a killer lingering about—though they claim for some reason said killer has never bothered them.

Currently, the three of you are sitting around a crackling fire that’d been loosely put together by Shoko—who’s presently tending to a rather drunk Utahime on a log not too far away from you—and you all had been laughing about how your recently assembled tents for the night look like shit.

Even so, the woods around Crystal Lake are darker than you thought they’d been—scarier than even the movies depicted. Every little sound felt like it was ten times louder; a twig snap like a scream from the void of night, the rustling wind through leaves rivaling a howling wolf, and the distant sound of water from the lake’s shore similar to that of large beach waves.

Of course, most of this was just you and your fears playing tricks on your mind but still. It was creepy as fuck.

And at some point between the alcohol and giggled conversations, the air around you just started to feel heavy. As if you were being watched or something stupid like that.

When Shoko noticed your constant awkward looks off into the dark forest that enveloped your surroundings, she comforted you with that weary smile of hers, “Ms. Paranoid’s back at it again,” She’d teased, the little nickname something her and Utahime started calling you earlier that day after you expressed your list of worries regarding this weekend trip.

It was only Friday and yet you just wouldn’t shut up about the dangers of three women camping out in the forest alone like this—especially with a killer on the loose. Now, they both knew you had your points but if you really didn’t want to come with them then they know you wouldn’t be here right now, hence why they’ve been teasing you.

Utahime lifts her head up from Shoko’s shoulder and lets out a drunken belch before lifting a hand to rub her eyes, “Oh my God, for the millionth time, we come out here every other weekend. Everything's gonna’ be-, hic, f-fineee..” She mumbles over to you.

You were about to give in and finally listen to them but the sound of a twig snapping distantly makes you flinch like you’d just been stabbed.

The dramatics of your jumpiness makes both of them burst out into a fit of laughter, to which you send them a harmless glare, “Hey, that’s not funny, I know you both heard that.” You scoff softly.

Though, you will admit, it was a little humorous how jittery you’d been all day. Even earlier you screamed because a deer had unintentionally jumpscared you.

Shoko shakes her head a bit, lighting the cigarette that’s prettily perched between her glossed lips, “It’s probably just another animal, babes.” She hums before taking a slow drag and then sighing heavily, plucking the cig from her mouth and pointing at you with it, “We’re in the middle of the forest, remember?”

You stare pointedly, “Okay, but what if it’s not…”

To which, she deems this a perfect time to mess with you even more. Shoko tosses some of her hair over her shoulder before looking at Utahime to make sure the poor girl’s not about to slump forward due to her current lack of a clear head. After which, she smirks slightly and glances at you again, “You want me to go check it out for ya’?”

“No!” You say quickly enough to incite her desire to spook you, “I-I mean, no, you don’t have to go anywhere…” Your voice softens again and you look off into the woods again, “That’s like, the quickest way people die in horror movies.”

The sound of her standing up could be heard and your head whirls back around to see what the hell she’s doing now. After making sure Utahime is steady, she turns and makes her way over to you, leaning down to your ear just to whisper, “Good thing this isn’t a horror movie then, yeah?” and then brushing past you casually, “I’ll be right back—I’ve gotta piss anyway.”

“Go piss girl,” Utahime murmurs dazedly, snickering at her own joke afterwards.

Shoko steps over the log you’re sitting at and just before she could avoid it, your fingers come clinging onto the edge of her shirt to tug her back towards you. Peering up at her all pleadingly, you frown, “Shoko, please don’t leave me. ‘Hime’s drunk and–”

“Y’know,” She cuts off almost sensually. Her hands come to your wrist and she carefully plucks your hand away from her shirt before crouching down to where you’re seated, brown eyes pouring into yours for a moment. Then you watch that sly smirk of hers spread across her lips before her voice lowers into something teasing again, “For a girl who watches sooo many horror movies and constantly talks about how she wants the killers in them to fuck her… You’re one big scaredy cat.”

You swallow thickly and almost feel yourself shrinking under the intensity of her eyes on you, “I-I’m not-”

“Relax, cutie, I’ll only be gone for a sec’,” She purrs sweetly enough to distract you from your own fear for a moment, “And Utahime may look like she’s barely with us right now but I promise if any killer were really out here, I wouldn’t leave you like this.” She claims, letting you know the things her and Utahime told you at the start of this trip were just harmless claims to mess with you. “We know these woods, you’ll be fine. Okay?” 

You bat your lashes and she mocks you with a pout of her lips, hand lifting as she lightly grabs your face into her palm, squeezing your cheeks together between her fingers and her thumb. Then you watch how her gaze dips down to your mouth and the way they were really trembling lightly.

Snickering, “Though, I must say… you’re pretty adorable when you’re scared,” She flirts, to which your face flushes. Shoko leans in and you could smell the taste of cigarettes on her tongue, head tilting, “If there were a killer, I’d see why they’d wanna fuck you instead of killing you—y’know, just like you’d asked for earlier.”

Faster than you can work a response out, she’s pulling away and then skipping off into the dark of the night as if she didn’t just say what she just said. Leaving you huffing out a loud, “Shoko!” and earning a silly wave of her hand.

“I’m just fucking with you!” She shouts back, silhouette slowly disappearing into the night, “‘Be right back.”

You groan and then turn around all frustrated and annoyed because of her constant teasing. One second there were rumors of a killer and the next she was “just joking” with you. It was really messing with your head in a way you didn’t much care for. 

Then there’s Utahime who… 

You look up and notice she isn’t sitting on the log you last remember seeing her at. Hell, if anything, she’s gone completely. 

“Okay, really funny, Utahime.” You say carefully as you shoot up to your feet, hugging your arms to provide yourself with some sense of comfort now that you’re seemingly alone, “I already have to deal with Shoko’s jokes, I don’t need you adding to it again.”

The surrounding woodlands suddenly feel as though they were pressing closer to you with both of your friends gone. You watch the fire eat itself away for a couple seconds longer before whining under your breath.

Refusing to let your anxiety fuck you to death, you don’t waste much time moving to walk around the small campsite you three have been chilling at for the day.

“Utahime?” You call out again, worry evident in your voice, “Please tell me your drunk ass just wandered off behind one of these trees ‘cause this really isn’t funny.”

Groaning as your words go unresponsive, your steps become a bit more determined as you walk over to your bag for a second. You’re cursing both of your friends out under your breath while you fish for your flashlight because part of you knew they were doing this on purpose to scare you.

The fire behind you spits out a low pop of flames and you glance at it for just a second, reconsidering if you’re really about to go out in the woods and look for this girl as if you’re not the main one paranoid about dying out here.

With one soft fuck it, you stand to your feet, step over your log, and finally exit your camping spot to search for Utahime in the woods. The silence around you feels big and invasive, as if each crunch of leaves and muck of wet dirt beneath your shoes were interrupting its brooding stillness.

“You guys are assholes, y’know,” You say out loud, praying they can hear you from wherever the hell they’re hiding. Your light beams through the haunting trees around you and you’re searching for the slightest movement within the shadows. Even spotting a wild animal would be comforting to you right now.

The woods quickly turn out to be one big maze of fogs and grubby bushes, each turn you make mirroring the last. You quickly end up walking farther than you mean to, calling Shoko and Utahime’s names out into the night. Nothing ever answers you aside from the chilly kiss of wind against trees and leaves.

A brand snaps somewhere above you and you immediately swing your light upwards, flashing at nothing but bare twigs.

That feeling in your chest is tighter now. The air around you smells damp and strangely metallic. If you thought about it too much, you’d dizzy yourself with fear because you swear it smells just like fresh bloo–

You catch a shape in between the trees from your peripherals, your head and eyes moving before your flashlight does. You blink and the figure is still there; tall, brooding, and still.

Your gulp is loud enough to be considered comedic. Slowly, your hand lowers and your light is shaking as it aims into that direction to reveal a dark, distant outline of someone standing some yards away from you. The only things you could make out were broad shoulders and something gleaming down by what appeared to be their leg—like something metal.

“Shoko…?” You squeak, though you know damn well it isn’t her.

Then the figure moves.

If anyone thought you were about to let said figure motion any closer to you without you bolting on instinct, they must’ve mistook you for one of those cliche girls from those shitty slasher films. 

You take off so fast into the direction you came from that you accidentally bump into a skinny tree and drop your flashlight, not that you were about to stop and try to pick it up or anything though. Especially not when you swear you hear a scoff somewhere behind you.

Yeah, fuck that.

Luckily for you, with the way the flashlight lands, it aims into the very direction you’re running and gives you enough light to navigate yourself through the woods for a good distance. Branches chip at your arms as you run but you don’t look back, not even once.

You could hear heavy stomps following behind you, all slow and calculated like you’re running was futile to whatever was chasing. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest that it's consuming the thumping in your ears. You don’t even know where the fuck you’re going anymore.

You’ve no idea if you’re heading toward your campsite or getting further from it until you trip over some stupid ass root and go tumbling forwards—hands bracing yourself in the moist dirt, lungs heaving with panted breaths. You quickly scramble up, brush at your thighs and look forward to see a flicker of oranges and reds through the darkness.

Oh, thank God. The campfire.

You hurriedly break through one last line of trees, relief flooding you so fast you could cry tears of joy. Especially since you see your two friends sitting and giggling exactly where you needed them to be. 

Breathlessly and way too soft to hear, “Shoko! Utahime!” You call out, though it leaves you like a broken whisper more than anything since you’d exhausted your oxygen from all your running.

They don’t move or even look over in reaction considering you’re too far to see and spoke too quietly to hear. The firelight illuminates their casual expressions—making you wonder if they even noticed you disappeared at all—and letting you know you were almost safe, almost free from whatev—

A big, ice-cold gloved hand clamps around your mouth so abruptly you choke before your body is yanked backwards into the dark. You’re tugged back against something sturdy like a tree-, or better yet, a wall of pure steel.

“Scream," A low grumbling voice sears against your ear, "And you die.” The man warns.

Your heart sinks into your feet and you feel as though your very soul took this interaction as its one way ticket to the afterlife with the way it just left your body. Not a single sound leaves you considering the way you notice this stranger from the dark extends a blade out to point at Shoko and Utahime.

Said blade, a machete to be exact, is smothered with crimson red at its edges, the liquid dripping off and onto the soil below. Your eyes widen as you realize exactly what that means. Fresh blood, this man had killed recently and you were likely next if you made any sudden movements or sounds.

Appreciating your quiet and stillness in his grasp, you feel his cold lips quirk up against the skin of your ear before he starts speaking again, tone gravelly, “Atta’ girl," He praises, the words making you melt against him in a mix of fear and subtle excitement. Then, his blade angles a bit as it aims from Shoko to Utahime, "Are those your friends over there?”

You're quick to nod against his hand, feeling his damp yet hulky body press harder against your backside. “M-Mhm!” You chirp in fear.

There's something eerie and disturbing about his voice but, it only makes a wave of heat trickle down your spine as he continues talking into your ear, “Yeah? You love ‘em?” The killer asks, making your thighs clamp together a little. You hated how ridiculously scary yet... arousing this was. Before you can answer with another nod, his hand readjusts from your mouth to your jaw, forcing it up to meet his face, “Uh-uh, look at me.”

And shit, your biggest fear just came true.

The guy who wants to kill your best friends is hot!

Eyes a evocative crystalline blue, face grimy with perfectly placed streaks of dirt and heavy bags of no-sleep underneath his lower lashline, and lips glistened with faint drool that twisted up into a crookedly feral grin--oh it was downright unfair how sexy he was.

This was the typa' attraction that got people killed, literally.

He was nothing like those stories or movies you'd heard about the Crystal Lake killer who was quite the foul sight underneath that signature hockey mask, no, this was Gojo Satoru--a guy who was rumored have gone crazy a few years back before an altercation with someone resulted in him literally getting split in half.

“How much do you love your friends?” Your captor rasps out ravenously, "Hm?" Then his head is cocking to the side in one short motion, mimicking that of something inhumane.

A whimper dances in your throat as you feel yourself diminishing under his piercing gaze, “M-More than anything, please don’t kill me…”

His thick white brows bunch up at the center and you notice how the iconic hockey mask is resting at the right side of his head--splatters of blood noticeable across his pale skin and dingy mask. Then his plump pinkened lips push out into a pout, “Aww, m’not gonna kill you, sweetheart.” He coos way too softly for the situation he has you in, his voice growing weirdly tender with the words that follow, “I just thought you’d want what you asked for earlier.”

Mind blanking completely, you blink, “What I asked for…?”

Gojo smiles wickedly at you, all crooked and sinister like he's never been made aware of how it comes across to people. “Damn, I really hope a six foot tall serial killer with a hockey mask and a machete doesn’t come out of that lake, rip all my clothes off, and fuck me…” He quotes throatily, “Sound familiar to you?”

There's a lump stuck in your throat now, “I was just–”

“Shhh, shhh.” He cuts off, shifting his gloved hand against your face and rubbing the thick pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, “I’ve been itchin’ to kill those two girls over there for the past few weeks ‘n I was finally gonna do it today but then you came along…” He explains slowly, watching the way fear comes and goes in your pupils. “Now I’m thinkin’... I’ll let ‘em live s’long as you give me something in return.”

You're whining all over again, “A-Are you gonna kill me to spare my friends?”

To which he cocks a brow that makes you feel dumb where you stand, “Why the fuck would I do that when you already asked me to do something else to you?" He asks in a demeaning tone.

“What?” You mumble.

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes at you, he instead leans his face down to yours and his thumb glides your lips apart so your mouth could open and his words could pour down into them, “Guess who’s a six foot tall serial killer with a hockey mask and machete, sweetheart.” Gojo points out to you.

Oh.

You've never felt dumber than you did right now. There was no way something you'd said that morning as a joke really came true like this. And the guy behind said manifestation was hotter than you ever could've imagined him to be.

“So, how about it?” His voice intertwines with a crispy husk of need and you could feel your thighs clenching together again. Then Gojo takes his machete and lodges it in a nearby tree for a second to get both of his freezing hands on you.

When they meet your waist and begin to manhandle your frame, you flinch. The killer so easily spins you around and pushes you back against the same tree his blade is housed deep into. Then he sighs, “We’ve already got the chase out the way," He says, picking his weapon out of the bark and redirecting its sharp edge to your shirt, staining the fabric with the blood on it before droning, "M’sure you know what comes next.”

Your voice is a bit steadier now as your back hugs the tree behind you, eyes following the movement of his machete whilst it begins to tear at the flimsy fabric of your shirt, “If… If I don’t do this you’ll...”

“Kill your friends, yeah," He finishes for you, gaze boring into your frightened expression again. To which he fights back a groan. Shoko was right about one thing earlier, you damn sure are adorable when you're scared. “Told’ you I was gonna do it anyway but, I like your little idea better.” Gojo tells you.

It takes a while for you to answer since you're too busy watching and letting him rip the front of your shirt open, the garment falling to the ground and all soiled with blood. Then Gojo thumps closer and your spine stiffens as you bring your eyes up to his and finally utter a gentle, “Okay."

It's immediate the way he lunges forward, hand coming up to grab the back of your neck and tugging your body to his again as if the few minutes of distance were killing him. Talking hotly into your lips as he goes in for a kiss with a harsh utterance of, “Fuckin’ love dumb girls like you..."

The kiss is nasty and loud, dollops of wet saliva smearing in between both of your lips mere seconds after they connect. The chilly material of his black glove slips against your nape and it's not long before you're letting out needy moans against his sloppy lips.

When ever the two of your faces pry away from one another for room to return a breath to your lungs, it only last for a split second to let the strings of drool drip down both of your chins before you're diving right back in. Filthy and raw with primal want on both ends.

Gojo's tongue is heavy and searing against yours, dragging along the center of your pink muscle and lathering something naturally sweet onto your tastebuds.

And his hands-, fuck, his hands...

They're grabby and desperate, tugging at your hips and then flying up to your breasts to snatch your bra off with one loud teaaarrrr of expensive fabric. “Yeahh, let’s get all this shit off ya’,” He huffs in between kisses, plucking away long enough to look down and moan, “Ohhh, she’s even prettier under all those fabrics—what a surprise.”

You're a mess of whines and eager moans, the sound growing increasingly louder as the seconds pass and driving him insane considering your friends weren't too far for how loud you were getting. The killer in front of you is quickly annoyed and stupidly horny, cock swollen forward against his heavy layers of old clothing.

So frustrated that he doesn't even realize how roughly he's snatching your clothes off, quickly leaving them shredded somewhere on the dirt behind him after flinging it all off. And the very second you're bare, thighs soaked with pretty streaks of your own slick, Gojo finds himself moaning at the sight.

Then his whole hunky body, broad shoulders, and haughty torso weighs-, more like slumps, to the side a bit before he's bending down and swooping you up 'n open into his bulky arms faster than you can wrap your mind around.

You barely get to catch your breath as your naked back is pressed against a tree and your legs are left dangling over the arms he had hooked beneath your knees as if you weighed less than anything. His strength alone had your brain in a fuzzy daze and your pussy weeping profoundly around nothing.

Then the bastard grinds his entire frame forward and you moan as if he just pushed inside you. Hell, it damn sure felt like he did with the way that jumping cock of his hauled and then pressed against your syrupy-slicked folds, which merely spread over his bulge as he did so.

Mouth dangling open like some slut, your head thumps back, "Ohmygod..."

Encouraged, the man moves as if possessed and leans back just to glare at you, "Need you to do something, sweetheart." He huffs.

You barely meet eyes with him and raise a brow.

To which he looms forward with drool dangling past his bottom lip, "Pull that fuckin' cock out f'me."

You don't know what jumps first; your body or your cunt in leaky arousal. Either way, you obediently slide a hand in between your bodies and shuffle in between all those clothes he has on, working to free his slobbering length.

It takes a few shuffles and a mix of hot pants before you manage to grab his cock and drag the massive weight free from the restricting confines. Something inside you twitches when you feel how wet it is in your palm before you start angling his bulking tip against your entrance.

He helps you via the movement of his ample hips, nudging the head up against your clit to purposefully draw a loud moan out of you before he quickly sinks past your plush folds, jaw slacking open at the delicate and daubing wetness he’s met with.

The killer was about to toss his head out and allow himself a groan as he smoothly meets the hilt of your warm cavern with only one juicy thrust but, as you cry out all loudly again, he’s easily pissed off.

“Shut the fuck up,” Gojo husks after yet another noisy sound exited your body, quickly adjusting himself so that he could shove two stingy fingers into your mouth. With it, he lurches forward and presses his lips against your ear, “If they catch us like this, m’gonna kill ‘em.” He warns, earning a sudden squelch and sloshed clamp around his vein trickling girth, “Aagh, fuck…" He breathes, flashing an already fucked-out smile, "Did you clench out of real fear or is my dumb slut into that, huh? Y’like a lil’ fear play?”

Without waiting for an answer, his hips and fingers are moving in tandem with one another. The corpulent head of his cock is mashing against your sweetest spot like he’d known the way to it prior to this and his fingertips are ticking the back of your throat just to feel you choke against his digit.

“Ah, who am I kiddin’, of course you do,” He chuckles, pulling back a bit and sliding his digits out of your mouth just to stuff them into his own. “Probably got this-, fuck… wet halfway through our chase…” He mumbles in between his cleaning of his fingers.

Gojo was a obnoxious fuck, hips mean and pounding against your sprawled out legs whilst he occasionally glided your entire frame forward onto his impaling cock. At some point you remember having to put a hand over your mouth to stop your sounds from echoing throughout the forest.

Y’know, as if your cunt wasn’t loud enough with the way she was moaning and crying around the fat dick stretching you out against some random tree.

You’re struggling the whole way through, toes curling tightly every time his tip kisses over your g-spot with saccharine grazes. The way your pussy slobbed around him with the most gorgeous squelches had him pussydrunk and delirious in only a mater of minutes.

Once he starts hearing your whines struggling against your throat again, he knew you were getting close. Hence why his weight sandwiches into yours all of a sudden, your nails scraping at his back whilst yours curves into an arch away from the tree. “Mmmgh, fuck… are you about to cum? So soon?” Gojo taunts, speaking into the taut skin of your neck now as his balls clap heavily against your skin. “Nahhh, fuck that. If you cum on me before I say you can, I’m gonna take that pretty lil’ blade and–”

“O-Okay,” You whisper before he can finish, pussy narrowing around the curvaceous edges he was thrusting into you, “I-I won’t… mmnh… I won’t c-cum,” You attempt to say in one breath. Though, it definitely takes multiple.

Rubbing his initials over your clit and causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull, Gojo smiles wickedly. “That’s what I like to hear.” He praises lightly, peppering dribbly kisses into your neck, “Pluuus, you wouldn’t want your friends to hear how much of a whore you really are, would you?” He asks in a  slouchingly deep purr.

You shake your head cutely.

Loving the hold and control he’s got on you, a snicker escapes him, the breath from it slapping and sliding down to your collarbones, “Yeah, I didn’t think so. They’ve no idea their best friend likes gettin’ fucked by killers in the woods for real. They thought it was all just jokes, right?”

His pounding is getting faster now, more erratic. And you know he’s doing it on purpose because he wants to see how long you can hold back your orgasm. “M-Mhm-mm..” You stammer out.

“Awww, you poor thing.” Gojo frowns as he lifts his head and looks into your ears, biting his bottom lip at the sight of dainty tears, “Can’t even be yourself around them, can you?”

It quickly becomes too much for you as he starts humping his deliciously vivacious cock in and out of your saturated hole. Your eyes flicker and your mouth is wide open, sweet drool lapping its way down your chin and falling down in between your bodies, “S-S’toru, please… I-I can’t hold-, ah.. I’m gonna—”

“Not yettt,” He whispers as if to convince you, hips rolling rhythmically now just to drive you to the point of edging shivers, “Look, you really wanna die out here just because you couldn’t hold back your own orgasm? That’d be embarrassing, don’tcha think?” He asks playfully.

You shudder and then his thrusts return to something rougher-, needier.

“What you’re gonna instead is cum with me—not before me like the selfish slut you wanna be so bad,” He suggests as his forehead meets yours with a careful tap, your breath mingling. “On the count of three, yeah?” You nod anxiously and as soon as his voice comes out all slow, you feel like you’re really gonna lose your life over this.

“Oneee…” He murmurs.

Your cunt is jolting around his cock, “S-Satoru…”

He swallows down a grunt, “T-Twoooo… c’mon you can do it,” He encourages, though you’re not sure if that’s for him or you.

When his cockhead slaps up against where your insides are most sensitive and stars suddenly coat your vision you choke, “O-Ohgod, I can’t, I can’t–”

“Three,” He breathes out finally.

Your moan echoes out into the air in true pornographic fashion, so loud that both you and Gojo fuzzily sense the way Shoko and Utahime probably looked around a bit. His frosty hand comes slapping over your mouth again before he tugs your body against his once more, moving to groan in your ear, “Thought’ I told you not to be fucking loud.”

Oh shit.

His hand falls down to your neck and he squeezes tight, putting a halt to your easy breathing. “S-Sa-, hahh… Satoru… p-please,” You whine softly, cunt hugging his still spurting cock and gushing a mess of white around where you two connect.

He lets out something raspy before letting go of your neck, grabbing your face, and then forcing your eyes onto his. “You’re s’lucky I’ve taken a liking to you…” He snorts like it’s humorous and then sighs, “That, ‘n I like the way you look when you cum.”

Lashes wet from your tears, you bat them at him, your body all breathless and spent. The most important thing about this whole interaction dawns on your mind again and you gulp as your voice hoarsely leaves you, “D-Does this mean-, mh.. we all get to live?”

Gojo smiles at you, just barely before his head tilts and his hockey mask falls off onto the floor with a soft thud, “For now, sure.”

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Seeing the love spread around to so many lucky souls made you wish you could be as saturated with unbridled intimate affections. The arms that embrace you from behind you jolt you back in awareness of the here and now. They squeeze you. Their face looms over yours. Their kisses dote your flushed, blemished face.

"Hey. You're not alone, remember? We have each other now. And I wouldn't have it any other way. You're more than enough. You always have been. And I'll keep reminding you as such."

Your overstimulated mind filled with what ifs, do's and don'ts get shushed by their scent that fills your nostrils as they gently press your face into the crook of their neck. The opinions of the world, the ideals forced upon you by others, the doubt you have in youe own creq

"Come on you, let's get going. Wash up. Have some warm comfort food. Maybe watch something together. Anything just for you to take it easy and let your mind recharge. There's always tomorrow."

Your broken family that genuinely didn't acknowledge and understand your troubled thoughts for years gets replaced by a found family that you can talk to and just vent with one another about life's shit. Allies, friends, and lovers alike.

"We all love you Y/n. Your weirdness, quirks, every little bit of you that makes up the real you. Not to mention ... very kissable. Hey, don't hide from me. Come here you."

Your torso flares up when you don't get enough good sleep due to your chronic fatigue making it hard to do anything anymore now become a mystifying experience as your special someone's unique ability and/or charm helps settle your damaged nerves and put your mind to sleep. Them keeping the heating pad on your chest while you slept helped.

"You're safe. You're in a safe place. Deep breathes with me. In and out. Don't think. Just unwind ... be loose ... rest now, angel. It's ok now. I'm here."

Starved for touch, for comfort, for them in general has you clinging to them in general. Mutually, they took seek your presence whenever they too have had it rough. Public outings means holding hands and glued to each other’s side. Privacy means cuddles in bed followed by several naps just to rest your swollen feet and pounding migraines.

"You really do help keep me grounded, even when all else fails. Guess we all have doubts. Scars hidden beneath. I just ... really needed this. Yeah, I missed you ... I love you too."

None see you the way your significant others do. Going on adventures with them, getting swept up in various hijinks, witnessing them in action kicking ass, showing off for your viewing pleasure, it's the new norm of your life.

Deuce♠️

Cater♦️

Trey♣️

Riddle🌹

Aight, imma try to finish The rest.

Being a late second year transfer into a new school while your parents were abroad was not how you picture spending the rest of high school. Kokatsu Academy, just another mundane school life, nothing hard or exciting.

That's when awakening as a Phantom Thief came into play. But why be part of this rag tag team to begin with when you can barely connect with others in your dull daily life? Is this what they call Apathy Syndrome? Not really.

Nothing wrong with Closer, Soy, or Cattle, honestly. You just don't feel the spark of intrigue. Sure you're teammates, school mates, allies. But friends? You didn't feel like one half the time, just simple quick responses to get through conversations while trying to find interest in forging social links to make Metaverse trips easier.

Ever since you crossed paths with that domino masked thief in Mementos, you couldn't get him out of your mind. In your perspective, he's the true wonder. Even if that one constant dream of shooting him in the midst of a casino themed Palace kept stabbing you clean in the gut every single time lately.

Just what is it about Joker that you feel attracted to?

The raven head that keeps drawing you in every time you team up in these mashup palaces. Stealing glances in these heavy cognitive visits to LeBlanc in the backstreets of Yongen-Jaya that makes you light-headed in the best way. A fellow Wild Card user that understood your quiet observant habits and behavior more so than those in your own reality.

In such rare instances when your paths coverged in the Metaverse ...

You hold on tight as he swings you both through the air, the grappling hook line seemingly endless, as the cool air whips at you two. His grin stays, his dark eyes trained on you, as his arm squeezes your waist as you bury your face in his neck, trusting him with your life on this hook.

"You are crazy." He murmurs as you both breeze through the buildings together.

"And you're amazing." You smile for what felt like the first in a long while.

"I appreciate the flattery." He grins before he has you both landing on the rooftop before you. Rain in this reality splatters like pink paint which each step you take. "You seem exhausted. Rough day?"

"Just poor sleep." You yawn in your red gloved hand as you both sit down and take in the sight of this metropolis of red, black and white when he sat next to you.

"Better not be the one where you shoot me. Cause I would disarm you and kick your ass if you so much as tried." His dry warning made you snort loud enough to get him chuckling to break the brief tension.

"I believe it. I just ... I don't feel like a Phantom Thief half the time. I feel such imposter syndrome. I don't even feel right in my own skin. It's like ... a pale contrast to yours, if aim

"My parents are never home. If it werent for my neighbors, Id be stuck eating junk food instead of their prepared meals."

"Mine want nothing to do with me. My fellow Thieves are all the family I need these days. Them and Sojiro, of course."

"My Thieves are fine, but I feel like the odd one out. They're all so ... noble. I don't have anyone else to relate to when it comes to this double life. It's either this or die of boredom."

"You'd love my group, then. We're all weird."

"Lucky bastard." He laughs out loud a bit at that. "Joker ... uh ... I mean ... Ren?"

"Oh, so we're going by our real names now? OK then, Y/n, what is it?"

You rest your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his that you're leaning on. The blue embers of your glass red mask eroding show your e/c eyes peeking up at him. Daring a tepid cheek kiss.

"I'm really glad I met you."

His domino mask followed suit, vanishing into blue speckles of flames to show his dark greys softening and hints of a blush dusting his pale cheeks as he smooches your forehead.

"Likewise. You're an honorary member of my team, after all."

His head rests atop yours as you slowly ease down, your guard down, trusting your fellow comrade in arms, finding solace in his presence, breathing in each other’s scents.

You would awaken the following early morning, feeling content from a nice long sleep, snug in your animal onsie, eyeing your sleeping owl companion before you get up.

Only to notice a familiar calling card on the nightstand. His groups' design. You smile like a goof seeing his signature penmanship with a heart at the end of it.