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"Run that shit by me again?" Frank laughs hysterically, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"Oh you know! You...!" Joe points to his best friend, tripping over his words as per usual.

"Aht!" You point to Joe, he quickly puts his hand down, "NO! THAT'S ANOTHER ONE FOR YOU. Ant, put 'em down!" And lifts his pen in approval, writing down Joey's fifth point during the recording.

Frank smacks the table in fits of laughter, tears rolling down his cheeks as he struggles to catch his breath.

"What? 'm I fucken' dog now?!" Joe mocks, "put 'em downnn!"

"Might as well be since you hump on everything that has a pulse"

"Screw you!" Joe shakes his head, cheeks as red as a beet, "For the record—" he holds his mic closer while addressing the camera on his end, bursting out in a fit of giggles unable to get another sentence out.

"That's a pretty long fucking record keep that in mind." You spat out.

"Jesus—" Ant chuckles from across the room, "you're on a roll."

"Moving on." Frank clears his throat from laughter.

"No 'cos I wanna know what the hell her answers would've been." Joe glares at you jokingly, "Who would you rather kiss, marry, kill?"

"You fucking interrupted me answering that, saying Frank would be a terrible choice for a husband!"

"Which by the way—bitch, fuck you. I am a GREAT husband and an even better lover." Frank says towards Joe. You laugh again before responding.

"Alright alright." You sigh before pointing to Ant, "Kiss" then to Frank, "Marry—BECCAILOVEYOUDONTKILLME" You giggle in to your mic, then proceed to point at Joe, "Kill."

"WHY KILL ME?!"

"Well I'm not killing Ant."

"You've known me longer?" Joe signs between the both of you, "HELLO?!"

"Still not killing Ant."

"I'd kiss you" Frank interrupts leaving the room in a brief silence before everyone falls in to another fit of laughter.

"Frankie! That wasn't even on the table!" Joe laughs. You push your mic away to keep from hurting Ant's ears from the high vocals that escape your throat.

"We all know you'd kiss him, Frankie."

"The whole internet is just waiting for that to happen." Joe wipes his teary eyes, "oh fuck."

"Let's not keep them waiting." Frank bites the tip of his finger seductively, a growl rumbling from his chest.

"And wait they shall 'cos nope. That ain't happening." Joe responds, "alright well, that's all for this one."

"Awww no!" Frank whines like a child. You snicker at his adorable antics as Joe talks over him.

The recording comes to an end, leaving you to fan yourself once the camera is turned off. New York's summer heat is no joke and being cooped up in a warehouse where the air vents are basically nonexistent was dreadful during this time of year.

"Water?"

"Please" you stand up from your seat, taking off your jacket in the process. Joe presses a cold water bottle to the side of your neck, either to help cool you off or as a playful coy. The wet condensation from the cold water pooled at the neckline of your shirt making you shiver from the sudden sensation, you quickly snatch the bottle from his hand, "You dick."

"Love it when you talk dirty to me." He smirks, "you coming over later?"

"Depends, for?"

"There's gotta be a reason?" You playfully roll your eyes. He chuckles, "Figured you would be considering you've been coming over a lot more as of late."

"Yeah well..you know the reason why I couldn't before." Your smile slightly fades at the words that left your lips. Having been in a controlling relationship drove a wedge between the friendship you shared with the boys. At times, you were solely able to see them during work hours and even then, it always turned in to an argument.  Missing out on their big achievements like sold out shows worldwide, you only attended the shows nearby even though you were apart of TBY and was given the chance to travel around the world with your closest friends—you couldn't bring yourself to let go of what was killing your career, your confidence and self esteem.

But now? You were putting yourself first. What once was broken can, always be mended.

Joe scratches the back of his head, "Yeah. I know."

Staring down at the water bottle, you trace its ridges, wiping away the condensation from the heat radiating off your palm. He could sense the tension of the conversation pulling you away back in to your shell of what could only be described as a dark, lonely place.

Without a second thought, Joe's arms act on their own, pulling you in to an embrace that leaves you dumbfounded. He wasn't too keen on fundamental forms of physical intimacy, he's no Frank when it comes to this kind of affection but it felt natural to him. It felt right.

His arms hugged at your shoulders which restricted your movement but you manage to lightly touch his back in a comforting manner. You weren't entirely sure if this hug was for you or him but it was nice nonetheless. The tension in his body softens as the hug became less forced and fell in to more of a relief. He cupped the back of your head, stroking your hair with his thumb.

"Sorry I'm..pretty bad at this."

You chuckle against his shoulder, shaking your head as you tuck it in to the nook of his arm, "It's okay, Joey."

Feeling his heart squeeze at the way you say his name, he mentally took note of the way your hands grip at his shirt like you weren't ready for this moment to end. And secretly, he didn't want it to either. So when you're the first to let go, he does his best to ignore the empty warmth of your body no longer pressed against his.

Wiping away the stray tears you weren't aware that accumulated in your waterline, you smile softly, "Thank you."

He forces a half smile, "don't mention it."

Opening the water bottle, you chug the cool water in attempt to swallow any sorrow. His eyes watch as the water drips from the corner of your mouth down to your jaw. Shifting uncomfortably in his jeans, he looks away to the old basketball hoop that hung in the warehouse. He knew he looked like a doofus staring off in to space but he couldn't stare at you for too long in any circumstance cause it was the same outcome every time. Even back then, not a single thing has changed. God, he felt like a horny teenager all over again.

"Joey!"

Oh thank god.

"We still hitting up that bar?" Frank asks, closing in on the both of you. He tilted his head once he notices your glossy eyes, "woah, everything alright?"

"Yeah, of course." You smile widely, "what's this bar and why the hell wasn't I invited?"

"Oh! Well Joe and I were heading to this little hole in the wall we found a few weeks ago. Wanna come?"

"Sure. I can use a beer. I'm gonna hit the restroom and we can go, yeah?"

"That's our girl." Frank smiles watching you walk out of the set up. Joe quickly side eyes him once you were out of sight.

"Our?" He questions.

"you know what I meant, asshole." Frank smirks, "Or should I say 'your' girl?"

"Shut up." Joe scoffs, "it's not like that."

"Ohhh but you want it to be."

"No, I don't."

Frank teases him, "Hmm. Alright well I guess I'll have to let her down easy then."

"What?" Joe's attention snaps to him, "Did she say something?"

Frank laughs at his friend, pointing at the way his facial expression went from nonchalant to worry in the matter of seconds, "Dude, you're STILL in to her, admit it!"

"You're a pain in the ass, Frank ya know that?"

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There are no Joe Santagato fics out there and if there are—they’re outdated and unfinished lol. So, here ya go to any TBY fans. Want to read more? This story is going to continue on Wattpad! Follow me on Wattpad for more! @ deadlypxison

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"Run that shit by me again?" Frank laughs hysterically, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"Oh you know! You...!" Joe points to his best friend, tripping over his words as per usual.

"Aht!" You point to Joe, he quickly puts his hand down, "NO! THAT'S ANOTHER ONE FOR YOU. Ant, put 'em down!" And lifts his pen in approval, writing down Joey's fifth point during the recording.

Frank smacks the table in fits of laughter, tears rolling down his cheeks as he struggles to catch his breath.

"What? 'm I fucken' dog now?!" Joe mocks, "put 'em downnn!"

"Might as well be since you hump on everything that has a pulse"

"Screw you!" Joe shakes his head, cheeks as red as a beet, "For the record—" he holds his mic closer while addressing the camera on his end, bursting out in a fit of giggles unable to get another sentence out.

"That's a pretty long fucking record keep that in mind." You spat out.

"Jesus—" Ant chuckles from across the room, "you're on a roll."

"Moving on." Frank clears his throat from laughter.

"No 'cos I wanna know what the hell her answers would've been." Joe glares at you jokingly, "Who would you rather kiss, marry, kill?"

"You fucking interrupted me answering that, saying Frank would be a terrible choice for a husband!"

"Which by the way—bitch, fuck you. I am a GREAT husband and an even better lover." Frank says towards Joe. You laugh again before responding.

"Alright alright." You sigh before pointing to Ant, "Kiss" then to Frank, "Marry—BECCAILOVEYOUDONTKILLME" You giggle in to your mic, then proceed to point at Joe, "Kill."

"WHY KILL ME?!"

"Well I'm not killing Ant."

"You've known me longer?" Joe signs between the both of you, "HELLO?!"

"Still not killing Ant."

"I'd kiss you" Frank interrupts leaving the room in a brief silence before everyone falls in to another fit of laughter.

"Frankie! That wasn't even on the table!" Joe laughs. You push your mic away to keep from hurting Ant's ears from the high vocals that escape your throat.

"We all know you'd kiss him, Frankie."

"The whole internet is just waiting for that to happen." Joe wipes his teary eyes, "oh fuck."

"Let's not keep them waiting." Frank bites the tip of his finger seductively, a growl rumbling from his chest.

"And wait they shall 'cos nope. That ain't happening." Joe responds, "alright well, that's all for this one."

"Awww no!" Frank whines like a child. You snicker at his adorable antics as Joe talks over him.

The recording comes to an end, leaving you to fan yourself once the camera is turned off. New York's summer heat is no joke and being cooped up in a warehouse where the air vents are basically nonexistent was dreadful during this time of year.

"Water?"

"Please" you stand up from your seat, taking off your jacket in the process. Joe presses a cold water bottle to the side of your neck, either to help cool you off or as a playful coy. The wet condensation from the cold water pooled at the neckline of your shirt making you shiver from the sudden sensation, you quickly snatch the bottle from his hand, "You dick."

"Love it when you talk dirty to me." He smirks, "you coming over later?"

"Depends, for?"

"There's gotta be a reason?" You playfully roll your eyes. He chuckles, "Figured you would be considering you've been coming over a lot more as of late."

"Yeah well..you know the reason why I couldn't before." Your smile slightly fades at the words that left your lips. Having been in a controlling relationship drove a wedge between the friendship you shared with the boys. At times, you were solely able to see them during work hours and even then, it always turned in to an argument.  Missing out on their big achievements like sold out shows worldwide, you only attended the shows nearby even though you were apart of TBY and was given the chance to travel around the world with your closest friends—you couldn't bring yourself to let go of what was killing your career, your confidence and self esteem.

But now? You were putting yourself first. What once was broken can, always be mended.

Joe scratches the back of his head, "Yeah. I know."

Staring down at the water bottle, you trace its ridges, wiping away the condensation from the heat radiating off your palm. He could sense the tension of the conversation pulling you away back in to your shell of what could only be described as a dark, lonely place.

Without a second thought, Joe's arms act on their own, pulling you in to an embrace that leaves you dumbfounded. He wasn't too keen on fundamental forms of physical intimacy, he's no Frank when it comes to this kind of affection but it felt natural to him. It felt right.

His arms hugged at your shoulders which restricted your movement but you manage to lightly touch his back in a comforting manner. You weren't entirely sure if this hug was for you or him but it was nice nonetheless. The tension in his body softens as the hug became less forced and fell in to more of a relief. He cupped the back of your head, stroking your hair with his thumb.

"Sorry I'm..pretty bad at this."

You chuckle against his shoulder, shaking your head as you tuck it in to the nook of his arm, "It's okay, Joey."

Feeling his heart squeeze at the way you say his name, he mentally took note of the way your hands grip at his shirt like you weren't ready for this moment to end. And secretly, he didn't want it to either. So when you're the first to let go, he does his best to ignore the empty warmth of your body no longer pressed against his.

Wiping away the stray tears you weren't aware that accumulated in your waterline, you smile softly, "Thank you."

He forces a half smile, "don't mention it."

Opening the water bottle, you chug the cool water in attempt to swallow any sorrow. His eyes watch as the water drips from the corner of your mouth down to your jaw. Shifting uncomfortably in his jeans, he looks away to the old basketball hoop that hung in the warehouse. He knew he looked like a doofus staring off in to space but he couldn't stare at you for too long in any circumstance cause it was the same outcome every time. Even back then, not a single thing has changed. God, he felt like a horny teenager all over again.

"Joey!"

Oh thank god.

"We still hitting up that bar?" Frank asks, closing in on the both of you. He tilted his head once he notices your glossy eyes, "woah, everything alright?"

"Yeah, of course." You smile widely, "what's this bar and why the hell wasn't I invited?"

"Oh! Well Joe and I were heading to this little hole in the wall we found a few weeks ago. Wanna come?"

"Sure. I can use a beer. I'm gonna hit the restroom and we can go, yeah?"

"That's our girl." Frank smiles watching you walk out of the set up. Joe quickly side eyes him once you were out of sight.

"Our?" He questions.

"you know what I meant, asshole." Frank smirks, "Or should I say 'your' girl?"

"Shut up." Joe scoffs, "it's not like that."

"Ohhh but you want it to be."

"No, I don't."

Frank teases him, "Hmm. Alright well I guess I'll have to let her down easy then."

"What?" Joe's attention snaps to him, "Did she say something?"

Frank laughs at his friend, pointing at the way his facial expression went from nonchalant to worry in the matter of seconds, "Dude, you're STILL in to her, admit it!"

"You're a pain in the ass, Frank ya know that?"

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There are no Joe Santagato fics out there and if there are—they’re outdated and unfinished lol. So, here ya go to any TBY fans. Want to read more? This story is going to continue on Wattpad! Follow me on Wattpad for more! @ deadlypxison

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This mini story will take place in the heian era. Glimpses of Jujutsu Kaisen will be apart of this though not total lore accuracy to accommodate to this story. Enjoy x

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      1074 AD

Year 1074, not long after the Nara-Jidai, the Heian-Kyō thrived. Emperors ruled from era to era, each shaping and demolishing the Buddhist monasteries one after the other, reigning in not only wealth but power and Jujutsu Sorcery.

While the top 1% of Jujutsu society relished in extreme riches during this period, many suffered from disease and famine, Elites completely turning a blind eye to the rural poor. The Aristocratic clans dwelled in inheritance, owning many lands to show their riches while marrying off their offspring's as currency trade-value in order to gain higher nobility status, passing along sacred cursed techniques.

This was exactly what he was born in to. A broken society where currency (lack thereof) mattered more than the life of an innocent child.

Being born into poverty much less as an unwanted child, the young boy suffered greatly. Many townspeople frightened at just the sight of him—two sets of arms, eyes and mouths. Deemed as a monstrous abomination to ever walk the earth by all who crossed his path.

All but one selfless imperial princess.

"Princess! Please refrain from running about without proper supervision!" The tall armored samurai scolded the young child, "Your father is awaiting your elder sisters return. We are to head back and prepare for her arrival."

Frolicking in withered patches of meadow the girl blocks out the samurais heeds, continuing her quest at taming the malevolent beast that were only told in children's storybooks. With a piece of torn bark off of the nearby trees, she climbed the mounds of destroyed stones, reaching the highest peak before shouting, "At last, beast! We meet again. Fret not my dear fellow worshipers for it is I, your royal empress! I shall seize this beast and save us all from its destruction!" Using her cursed energy she lifted pieces of stones in attempt to throw them across the field only for the stones to burst in to even smaller fragments, falling flat soon after.

Seeing the distraught look on the girls face, the samurai made his way to her lifting his sallet, "You're getting stronger, princess."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course. In fact, you had me frightened. I wouldn't want to be that god forsaken beast for even a minute." Placing a hand on his armored chest as if he was struck with her technique, he collapsed to his knees, "please your imperial majesty, spare me!"

She giggled at the sight below her.

"Be gone ferocious beast! You are never to return!"

This continued on till the sun began to set, orange hues broad out in to the horizon as they made their descent back to the empire. Her junihitoe filthy from the roughhousing and imaginative battles.

"Just look at you—" the samurai chuckled, "you've gone and gotten yourself filthy, even more so than last time." She stares down at her kimono with a playful smile, cheeks full of sweet rice cake.

"Father will just buy me a new one."

Placing a hand atop of her head as they walked down the village of Hida Province, "It's not ladylike to talk with a mouthful, princess. We've discussed this."

She comes to a halt when she spots a boy laying in the middle of the pathway. He was bruised and beaten, blood staining the loose fitting white yukata. Without hesitation she ran over to the boy, dropping to her knees right beside him as she tried shaking him awake. The samurai quickly stepped in and pulled her small frame away from the, somewhat, dying child.

"Stop! We have to help him!"

"Princess it's prohibited to interfere with the commoners. There is nothing we can—princess!" Shoving his grip off, she immediately went back to the same position near the boy. Her hands cup his swollen face, completely unfazed by the mutated set of eyes on the side of his face.

"Hey, wake up!"

The samurai stared at the young boy, sickened by the sight of the unusual. Eventually the boy woke up in dismay.

"You're alive!" She shouts, tossing her arms around him,  overjoyed.

And that was the first interaction of the "monstrous" boy and the imperial princess. From that day onward the princess would sneak out of sight of her entrusted samurai and make her way to the run down village where she had found him. At first, he was hesitant. Running away from her, only for her to assume it was a game of tag. It wasn't long till she discovered he was a nameless child which at first she thought was a measly joke. She eventually ended up giving him the alias, 'oniko'.

A few years had passed and the princess grew stronger, maturing at such a young age through her status and abilities. Though she never stopped visiting the boy, even with such a high ranked status at the age of twelve. In fact, there were times the boy would try and shoo her away but to his dismay she would only pester further.

"I said stop following me!"

"C'mon on! Just one more game! I'll even let you win this time!" She teased. The boy just grumbled, tucking his arm in to his yukata.

"Don't you have other things to do? Princess?"

The girl just swayed as she got closer to him, the obvious intent to ridicule her completely unfazed, she leaned forward till her face was mere inches from his, "I'll bring you extra okara if you say yes~"

His four red iris' narrow at the mention. He was never one to turn down food.

"...fine."

Slowly growing closer, the two were inseparable by their adolescent years. Though he had never learned what it meant to have someone stick around, much less the love of his own parents, he grew fond of her quickly soon after. Not being able to seen with such a girl of her status, they would sneak off in to the forest and spend hours together. Her curiosity and enthusiasm for life gave him a newfound sense but what truly engraved her into his heart was her ability to love and admire others. Her kindness. Her courage. And most of all which truly was his favorite—her smile.

"Why did you keep coming back?" He asked whilst staring up at the blue sky, back laid out on uneven terrain, hinting at the growing fact that she hadn't left his side through out all those years.

"To be honest," she ponders, twirling a piece of overgrown grass between her fingers, "I don't know."

"Mm." Is all he responds.

Plucking a dried daisy from the ground, she raises it up as if inspecting it, "If I had to really think about it I suppose it's fate."

"Fate? What fate is there in royalty meeting a filthy commoner." Shifting her body to sit up straight, he watches intently as she places her hands on either side of his head, tucking the withered flower in his pink untamed hair.

"There's no fate greater than love that is bestowed upon us."

A faint blush painted its way onto his cheeks as the blood underneath flesh boiled. Her hands caressed his face, fingertips dusting over marked skin. She gave him a tender smile as she dipped her head lower to meet his lips in an upside down kiss. Her soft lips ghosted over his own before he turned his face, leading her to plant a small sweet kiss to his cheek. Brushing past her, he sat up instantly, leaving her wondering what was wrong.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he ran his fingers through his hair, removing the flower that was gracefully placed, "You need not to be sorry."

"Then what is it?" She crawled near his side, "Do I not interest you?"

"No—I mean, yes. But no." He groans, "it's complicated...I'm not normal."

"Of course you aren't." She chuckles, "That's why I like you."

"If you see what's underneath you'd surely change your mind."

She raises her eyebrows, "Well now you've peaked my interest." Her lips lingered into a smirk, mind leading to mischievous places. He rolled his eyes.

"Not that you pervert."

The girl rests her chin in her hand, awaiting his continuation, "I'm waiting"

"And annoying."

He scoffs when she returns a blowed kiss.

"I was born a monstrous humanoid."

Her gaze lingered on to him before she reached over to touch his face, a distinct habit of hers that he had grown accustomed to, her fingers trail over the double set of eyes, "that explains this," Her lips curled in to a smile, one that fueled the ache in his heart, "was it due to your cursed technique?"

"No."

She hums softly, tracing the bundle of nerves that connected from his eyes to his neck, "show me?"

He stared blankly ahead. The thought of her running away after seeing what truly hides behind cheap wilted cloth played numbers on his soul.

"Please?" She was so persistent and Gods, how he has learned to love it.

A few moments go by before he stands to his feet, offering her his hand to help her up to which she accepts. The gentle breeze flowed through the grassy landscape as did her beautiful hair in the blowing wind, sending notes of ambergris and agar-wood in the air that filled and satisfied his senses.

Nervousness was never a feeling he felt often, solely as a child whenever he underwent punishment for transgressions. He thought he had left those feelings behind him but when her eyes scanned over his frame as he untied his yukata, slipping it down his broad shoulders to reveal the extra set of limbs and mouth that rested on his abdominal region, he felt like a child once more—too frightened to lift his gaze.

"May I?" She asked as if she has never touched him before without his permission, her hand raised as she waited for a response, taking a low hum in response as approval.

His skin burned at her touch, soft palm admiring his chest to the creased spare of muscles his body formed to accommodate the extra limbs. He was beautiful. Her index finger trailed the bridge of his abdomen till it reached the mouth that poked its thick tongue out, lapping the tip of her finger in playful banter. The smile on her face didn't falter, it never once trembled in fear, it only grew as fits of giggles ruptured through her chest.

Lifting his gaze to meet her eyes, she invited herself closer to his body, royal garments of her layered junihitoe brushing against his fair skin. Cupping her hands on his cheeks she stood on her tiptoes.

"I don't see what's not to like."

Careful limbs slowly place themselves on her waist, pulling her closer as if it were possible. His hand caressed the skin underneath her chin, lowering his head as his lips met hers.

And for once in his life—he felt home.

As their love for each other blossomed in binding shackles of secrecy, the imperial princess continued with her honorary duties. Throughout the passing years she noticed a strange shift in her secret lover. Though he was not cruel by any means to her, he would cause destruction among nearby villages, cutting close to killing innocents with blind rage. Perhaps he had already killed without her knowing but that was something she kept deep down in hopes it was just mere hearsay.

Her father, Emperor of Fujiwara, pulled her aside one day and informed her of proposals that will take place come spring. She was to be wedded off to the prince of the Sugawara clan to form alliances, secure their inheritance and pass down lineage. The princess was infuriated but not to the extent of her lover who didn't take the news lightly.

She pleaded with him to not cause destruction, swearing to him that she was his through mind, body and soul and that not even the heavens nor hell could separate them, offering herself fully. She clung to him, pulling his body deeper in to the forest as their bodies molded into each other. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back, marking him as his own hands marked her hips with longing bruises as if she were slipping away from him. He kissed, licked and devoted himself to every inch of her body, engraving her deeper into his heart that already was so full of her. Lasting what felt like hours, he couldn't get enough of her taste, laying her on his abdomen as she whimpered in submission, he moved her hips to the pace of his tongue, tasting not only her sweet nectar but himself as he filled her merely moments ago.

"You belong to me, do you hear me?"

"Yes!" She moaned through choked tears.

"Say it."

"all—all yours, I'm all yours I belong to you!"

And she was, for the short lived span of her life though he hoped through death as well.

Through calamity and the loss of his reasonings, he raged on for years after, killing every human involved, cursing her even after death. Though she had died protecting him, he didn't see it as such. He blamed himself and his destructive behavior, turning to what he knew best and that was to reign hell on earth. He feasted on human flesh, ripping apart sorcerers that dared to stand before him, manifesting techniques that he deemed worthy as he swallowed their flesh. He was relentless, he was evil and to those who knew of his existence during the Golden Age would tremble at just the mention of his name that was given by jujutsu sorcerers that lived to tell the tale after his choosing to transcend death through pacts.

Ryomen Sukuna.

Sukuna awoke from his sleep, still sat on the throne that was surrounded with pools of blood, decomposed and skeletal remains, a surreal hellish like landscape to those who trespassed the barrier of his domain. He could sense the world around him through the body of his host. Although incapable of taking control of his body whenever he pleased, it was only a matter of time.

Even with a millennia passing, she was still his first priority. Promising that even death couldn't separate them, he was determined and committed to keeping that promise.

He sensed her cursed object that was imbued with his own cursed energy as it had awakened not long after he did. All he had to do, was wait. A low menacing chuckle spewed from his throat.

"Patience, princess."

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Thuds from tiny feet stomping down the hallway echoed as baby Yuji happily waddled in bursts of joy with his onesie partially on and dragging on the floor.

"Yuji, come on baby. We need to let dada rest." You whisper as you caught up to your one old. Yuji had ran off mid changing and thank heavens he listened through his diaper change otherwise there would be a code "baby butt" on the loose. Yes. It has happened before.

In protest Yuji pulled at the sliding door to the master bedroom, stumbling and blabbing his way in to the dimly lit room. Pulling at the sheets to what can only be seen as Mount Everest to a young child, Yuji face plants on the covers once he successfully reaches the top. His little pink hair poking up from the shadows as he crawled to the sleeping giant that took up a significant portion of the king sized bed.

"Yuji!"

Fits of giggles warm your heart as you witnessed Yuji try and wake his father. Pats on skin with his little hands until he reached his face, "Da!"

"hmm.."

"Daaa!" Climbing on Ryo's back, Yuji's little arms struggle to wrap around his large frame. Slobbering as he tried teething at Ryo's shoulder, Yuji slips forward when he loses his grip.

Making your way to the bed you reach to grab your struggling child but Ryo tugs Yuji from his onesie till he was dangling from his grip. Blabbing gibberish and kicking for his release, Ryo's eyes open as he awakens from his slumber.

"Dada!" Yuji giggles, tiny bottom teeth showing with his adorable smile before blowing spit bubbles, "mmmplll"

"None of that, brat." Ryo groans in annoyance though he couldn't hide the growing smile on his face. Putting Yuji down on his stomach once he turned over. Pushing back his messy hair Yuji coo's when Ryo grabs his little arm shoving it through his onesie, properly adjusting it. Yuji laid down on his chest yawning as the warmth radiating from his father cradled him.

Smiling at the interaction you lean against the bed frame, "and what are you smiling about?" You roll your eyes at his mocking tone.

"Just how much of a softie you're being."

"Softie huh?" His eyes stayed glued on you as you made your way your shared bed, crawling your way up to him. Smirking at the sight he was reminded of just how exactly Yuji was made in this exact scenario, you crawling over and straddling him trying to get him up for work only for him to showing up extremely late that day, "Careful little lamb need I remind you who you're back talking?"

"Yeah yeah." You chuckle, cuddling up next to him and your son. Combing Yuji's hair you admire your sleeping baby boy who was now drooling over his father's chest. He resembled Sukuna in every way besides his eye color. Salmon pink hair, warm beige skin, his exact carbon copy.

You wince at the feeling of your hair being tugged at leading you to sit up and face your cocky baby daddy, "Don't get sassy with me, woman." You bite your lip at the way he stared hungrily, craving you. Gripping the back of your nape, he pulls you in crashing your lips to his.

Resting your head against his chest along side a sleeping Yuji, you hold your son's little hand in yours earning a small squeeze.

"One more won't hurt right?"

Ryo snickers before closing his eyes, "I suppose not."

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tw: heavy smut || this was not proofread oops sorry x

"Breathe, sweetheart." Hiromi's voice softly swoons, "We can't have you passing out on us now, can we? You're doing so well."

Your lungs gasp in an overwhelming amount of oxygen that ceased your tunnel vision. Eyes readjusting from the back of your skull. Your legs threaten to close with the rhythm of Kento's hips clashing with the skin of your ass creating heavy slapping sounds. Thank goodness for double stud walls. Hiromi wipes the corner of your lip with his thumb, sweeping away the drool that dared to drip down your chin as your brain turned to mush from the sheer force of getting relentlessly railed by Kento's cock.

"Fuck—so fucking tight." Kento sighs loudly in pure bliss, his grip on your thighs only tightening with each thrust. You watch as his cock slides in, nearly pulling all the way out before ramming back in leaving a white ring of your slick at the base.

Tossing your head back as sinful sounds rattle their way past your lips, you're rewarded with the beautiful sight of Hiromi stroking himself to the view in front of him. His cheeks were a faint hue of pink with his lips parted, hair sticking to his damp forehead. Reaching out to touch him, he moans from the warmth of your touch, earning a throb from his cock that was already pre-ejaculating. Stroking him as Kento pounded into you was enough to send you over the edge but you didn't want this to end. You needed more.

By the sounds and looks of it Hiromi was the sensitive one. Every stroke had him clenching his eyes shut, a whimpering mess rocking his hips to create more friction, practically fucking your hand like a second hole.

"Keep going, baby—ah! Fuck!" He covers his mouth as a means to silence his loud moan. As if jacking him off wasn't enough, you drove him insane with the way your tongue teased the tip of his aching cock. Tracing the vein that ran from tip to base, you lay his girthy cock against your chin as you continued licking his shaft from underneath, coating his balls with your saliva being sure to please him in every which way.

Kento slung one of your legs over his shoulder earning him a deeper dive in to your cunt. Watching as his friend/co-worker got his dick praised over set a fire in him that burned pleasurably, "Be sure to take him all the way down that pretty throat of yours, baby girl."

"Yes, sir." You hum. Hiromi gracefully watched as you gave a few more strokes to his cock before lubricating it with spit, using your tongue to your advantage by running it over the sensitive slit at the tip. Holding your head to alleviate a struggle to keep it up on your own, Hiromi gently massages the back of your head with his fingers. God, can this man be any more perfect?

Opening your mouth you take as much of him as you can till the tip of his cock grazed the back of your throat. Seeing the outline of his cock inside of your throat had him wanting to fuck your throat till he has you choking from the loads of cum that he'd pump in to it. But alas, he was a good boy. He could wait his turn to fuck and fill your pussy next.

Sounds of wet skin smacking and fits of gagging filled the small yet cozy office space. Great timing for it to be after hours cause if anyone heard what was happening you'd surely suffer a great deal.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Holy fuck, your throat feels fucking amazing" Hiromi grunts as he thrusts his hips forward earning a muffled gag. A hand still cradling your head in support while the other was wrapped around your neck, feeling the bulge of his cock fuck in to your esophagus, "You take cock like a good girl, don't you?"

"Fuck yeah she does." Kento pulls himself out, slapping his stiff cock against your clit causing you to choke out a very stuffed gargled moan. Rubbing his tip along your vulva before sliding back in giving you slow deep strokes.

"You look so pretty with a mouth full of cock, honey." The lustful yet sweet compliments from Hiromi have you gushing against Kento's cock, "Oh? Do you like to be praised, pretty?"

Doing your best to nod, you hum in approval, "Or do you like to be treated like a slut?"

Kento groans at the way you clench around him, "I think that's a yes to both."

Hiromi chuckles, "That's our good little whore, taking us both so good. We might just have to make this a reoccurring thing, hm? What do you think of that?" Caressing your hollowed cheek before pulling his dick out from your mouth, you cough a few times to clear your throat.

"Yes...please" you breathe out

He smiles down at you before leaning in to kiss you. It was a soft, gentle kiss but it left you craving more once he pulled away, "Good. Now sit up."

Groaning from the loss of Kento, you feel your spine crack as you sit up, doing your best to keep balance as the room felt as if it was spinning. A strong arm holds you close, leaning you against his bare chest.

"Do you trust us, love?"

Looking between Kento and Hiromi, you nod, "Of course."

"Good." Kento scoops you in to his arms, holding you by the back of your thighs as you faced Hiromi, "I want you to lean forward and perch that nice little ass of yours out."

Glancing up at Kento, you feel a kiss atop of your head. You truly felt like an ant between two elephants. Although Hiromi was shorter than Kento, his lean build gave him an advantage.

Wrapping your arms around Hiromi's shoulders as you leaned forward, he instinctively put his hands at your waist, "Stay still for us okay, baby?"

You lay your head against his shoulder feeling two fingers slick themselves in your wetness, "Let us know if it's too much." Kento remarks.

"Well.. if you're putting it where I think you are...I've never really tried it. So please be gentle."

A few attempts were made but eventually Kento gradually stretched you open enough to take him. Hiromi sweetly talked you through it, whispering how good you were doing, praising your efforts. But good god, no amount of self lubrication could suffice to ease the pain but it would have to do. Once the pain felt manageable you couldn't help but to feel an immense rush cover over your entire body. Your hips began to move on their own earning deep moans from the sexy blonde behind you.

"Good girl." Hiromi praised, kissing your cheek as he aligned himself against your throbbing cunt. Once he pushed himself in you let out a muffled cry. The fullness was overbearing but that vanished when they both found rhythm.

Digging your nails in to Hiromi's shoulders, you felt as if you were ascending to the high heavens. Kento played with one of your breast while Hiromi sucked and licked at your other, biting every so lightly on your nipple to get you on heights end. With double penetration and the way Hiromi's pelvic area rubbed at your clit with every push and thrust, you cried out in bliss as your orgasm was in its peak.

"C'mon baby, cum on that cock." Kento grunted in to your ear, "Make a mess for us."

"Mmmh shit so fucking—tight" Hiromi moaned, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum"

"You want him to fill you, baby?" You moan loudly at the thought, nodding profusely, "want his cum dripping down your pussy while you drive home? Such a naughty girl."

Your walls tighten around Hiromi, leaving him to rut out incoherent sentences, his hips snapping faster as he practically growled. Witnessing his face contort in an intense orgasm had you crashing your lips on to his as you came for the fourth time in a row. Kento huffed out a few words against your drenched skin, slamming his hips against your ass like earlier instead this time he was going to be the first to fill that pretty hole.

All three of you were pink in the face, out of breath and sticky from sweat. Kento was the first to pull out, leaving Hiromi to carry you in his arms as you lazily wrapped your sore most likely bruised by now legs over his torso.

"Doing alright, darling?" You nod with a sleepy smile on your face to which he smiles warmly before kissing you,

tw: smut, praise and teasing. Just be ready for a very flustered, whimpering Choso. x // not proofread!

"Please.." Choso's voice rasped, throat dry and hoarse from the excessive panting. Sweat beaded down his neck, a collective dampening around the collar of his neckbone. His head pressed against the headboard as he didn't dare to glance down as you swallowed his cock whole, the sight of you just on your knees in front of him would've had him shooting white ropes down your throat in an instant. The wet noises accompanied by muffled soft gags was already too overstimulating for his ears, every vibrated moan along his shaft was greeted with an aching pulse deep in the back of your throat.

"Please I — mmph! I can't.." burning hot tears threaten to fall from the corners of his eyes, "Need to nnnm fuck.. gonna cum," He whines pathetically when you take him out of your mouth, painfully slow, "Nononoplease...I'm sorry please" bucking his hips in desperate need, Choso places a hand atop of your head as an attempt to coax you.

Keeping eye contact as you gather the saliva in your mouth, letting the spit drip down your bottom lip till it coated his thick length, you stroke him with your wet palm, giving the tip a gentle kiss, "You wanna cum for me?" He nods, eyes glistening with need, "yeah? Gonna be a good boy?"

Choso chokes back a cry, cock leaking as his orgasm rapidly rippled through his entire body causing his thighs to contract with each sloppy stroke.

"Talk to me, pretty baby," Your voice lingers with a teasing tone, "Don't be shy now.."

"Fuck.." His eyes fall on you, half lidded and fucked out from a mere blowjob. But that was just the kind of effect you had on Choso.

The kind where it always stirred him wanting more and more until he seeps every last drop out of you, himself included. He could go round after round, the skin of your ass reddened due to how fast he would thrust his pelvis, burying his length in till he was balls-deep. And oh man, don't get him started with filling you. Ever since Choso gained more human experiences (with your help of course.) and found out how the human body truly worked, sex was inevitable. He got one little lick of what it was like to be between your legs and he was done for, completely pussydrunk. But back to the point at hand, filling you. Choso loves stuffing you so full of his cum to the point where it squelches out when he rocks his hips ruthlessly into you, chasing another orgasm even though he just filled you for the fourth time in a row, stamina and endurance not faltering once. You supposed being a hybrid came with its perks.

Choso was clingy even after sex but it didn't bother you, it was nice having someone during this time in what seems to be an apocalyptic era. Sometimes he wouldn't even bother pulling out, just semi-hard inside of your cunt, laying his head on your chest while you untangle his pigtails, holding you close as if you'd disappear if he didn't. Your favorite was seeing him get flustered when he'd watch you get dressed after having just rearranging your insides, hiding his face in his hands only to realize he was experiencing a nosebleed.

He just wanted to be next to you, always.

"I'll—I'll be a good boy yesyes" Stuttering through tears, his voice strains from the sheer amount of blood coursing through his body, rushing to his cock rendering him lightheaded to the point if it weren't for cursed energy reinforcement, he'd surely be unconscious by now.

Kissing up his pubic area to his hips, you nibble his soft sweat glistened skin, worshiping his body as he does to yours, effortlessly and without hesitation. Choso jerks his hips when your teeth sink in to his warm skin, fingernails dragging along the sides of his thighs. His heart races when you rise, lips swollen and parted with a determined look in your eyes. There was just something about a man looking up at you with tear stained cheeks but not just any man's longing stare—only his.

Hands instinctively grab at your hips when lips press against each other. His kisses were never greedy but rather careful and full of affection. Placing yourself on his lap, he helps you spread your legs, tucking them under your luscious plump thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze. Your fingers rake through his hair, tugging the unraveling pigtails, earning a moan that you swallow. His cock throbs against your wet slick cunt, gliding over your clit.

Choso glances down between the both of you and loses it. Placing his hands on your ass, he guides you to slam down onto him, your heat grinding against his cock. You tried pulling your lips away to catch your breath but Choso whimpered at the loss, following your lips once more, suffocating you in a deeply heated kiss. Just as you sink yourself down on his cock Choso wasted no time, immediately thrusting up at a needy pace leaving you both gripping at each others body for sanity. His lips lock on the skin of your breast, sucking the soft bouncing flesh, lapping at your nipple giving them their well deserved attention.

"You're so beautiful" he gasped, "don't— aah..I don't deserve you"

Tugging his head back he groans at the sudden motion, cock twitching inside of you, "You deserve everything and more, sweet boy"

Suddenly your back was pressed firmly against the mattress, legs slung over his shoulders while he raised your hips, plunging deeper into you, leaving you moaning and gripping the sheets that are now drenched in sweat. If Choso is anything, he's determined and puts others needs before his own. Though he's holding on the best he could he knows if he continues to feel your walls clenching and pulling him in, he's going to come and since you haven't? That just won't do.

You whine at loss of fullness but it was instantly replaced with a prolonged moan from the way his fingers curl inside of your pussy, tongue lapping at the mixture of your slick and his pre-cum. The teachings you've guided him through before, showing at full force as he devoured and feasted like it was going to be his last time tasting the sweetness coming from such a divine source.

Grinding your hips to the flicks of his tongue you hold his head still to fuck yourself against his mouth, "Good boy, such a good fucking boy" his muffled moans drive you closer to your climax as they vibrated your clit. Humping the mattress to your moans, Choso sped his actions feeling his cock pulsing uncontrollably, experiencing his first edge. Your orgasm pools between your legs, trapping him between your plush thighs, "fuck—choso!"

Choso's arms trembled as he tried to lift himself from the mattress, mouth glistening from released arousal that dripped down his chin. Climbing over you, Choso pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, stroking himself over your stomach till he cried out, cum spewing over your stomach and breasts.

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both laid there, out of breath and dazed. Shifting to get comfortable you feel Choso's arms immediately pull you closer to his chest, restricting your movement. There was that clinginess you adored.

A few minutes of silence trying to catch your breath, you feel a stiffness poke at against your ass. He was already hard and ready for more of you.

tw: smut

I'm ovulating stfu y'all are getting smut AGAIN And you will LIKE IT. 👹

Scanning over mission reports, you pinch the bridge of your nose when your eyes fall on the following line:

Safety Regulations Breached: Failure to enable veil.

Usually when veils aren't placed there are no reports indicating so. At least that WAS how things used to be but with the higher-ups getting stricter on their rules, claiming it was solely to "keep non jujutsu sorcerers safe" although partially true, you call bullshit on their regulations. Knowing them, it was just another ploy to get under Gojo's skin about his students, giving HQ all the more reason to use Itadori's execution against him. Their ideals are morally screwed. It makes you sick.

Sensing Satoru's cursed energy near, you sigh before turning around, "Good, you're here," flat lining your lips you turn the paper over, "what the hell is this?"

Leaning forward, he tilts his head, "uhhh a report?"

"Look closer you blue eyed freak."

Standing straight once more he scratches at his nape, "Oh, yeahhh about that heh..you see, Megs forgot to put down a veil"

"You expect me to believe a sorcerer as skilled and smart as him just forgot to do the one thing that keeps his ass safe from getting chewed out by the higher ups?"

"Well technically it's my ass they'd chew out if they were to find out." He taps at his chin, "Some things went down and a veil was forgotten, big deal! Those old bags of bones are way over their heads."

"If they were to find out..exactly what are you trying to imply?" He chuckles as he steps closer, leaning down to your level, "Oh no no, no! Not again. Nope." You quickly turn around to avert his gaze. Even with a blindfold on, his stare was just that intimidating that it could be felt without physically seeing his eyes. Satoru throws his weight on to your shoulders, slouching and pouting like a child.

He groans, "Come onnn, you know you agree! While yes, it's important to keep non sorcerers safe, is a veil really necessary when it's out in the middle of nowhere? They're just kids, mistakes happen."

"I know." You shake your head, "part of me still believes those assholes only implemented that reports contain violated restrictions to have yet another reason to bitch at us. Or well, you specifically. It's infuriating."

His arms wrap loosely around your waist as the tip of his nose tickled at the crook of your neck, "mhmm," Turning back around to face him, you place your hands on his chest.

"...fine. BUT, I'm only doing this for Megumi, not you." You poke his chest with your finger, "I'll disregard the report but just this once."

"You've said "just this once" many times before," Satoru smiles warmly before placing a kiss to your temple, "thank you, sweets."

"Yeah yeah." Your face warms at the admirable gesture, "Have you eaten lunch yet?" He ponders for a moment before shaking his head, "Do you wanna go get lunch together?"

"We cannn," kissing your cheek down to your jaw, he rubs at your sides before slipping his hands under your shirt, simply brushing his fingers against your skin, "but I'm hungry for something a little more...exquisite in taste than any measly take out."

His voice alone always left a fluttering feeling in your lower belly, one that ached and pooled between your legs leaving you to squeeze your thighs shut. Satoru backed you against the desk, holding your wrists behind your back with one hand while hooking a finger around his blindfold with the other.

Slowly lowering his blindfold, his hair lays perfectly, “I can sense your energy has shifted, sweetheart. You like that idea, hm?”

You slowly nod as vibrant blue eyes gaze down at you from his height. Satoru grazes his fingers against your neck, brushing your hair to the side as he leaned in, “You always look so pretty when you’re speechless, even more so when you’re naked and sprawled out on my bed taking every inch I give you.” Pressing his lips to yours, a breathless moan escapes from your mouth, into his.

You’ve known that Satoru has always been skilled with his hands but it never failed to impress you how fast he could have your skirt unbuckled, underwear pushed to the side with two digits spreading your soaked folds.

“You’re weeping for me, baby. Did you miss me that much? I was only gone for a few days,” he blew ever so slightly against your aching cunt, licking his lips at the glorious sight.

“You know I’ve missed you, toru, I always do when you have to go away, stop teasing”

“Oh I wasn’t talking to you” He smirks up at you from on his knees. He runs his middle finger straight between your folds, collecting your slick before spreading it back in, “I was talking to my favorite dessert in the world”

You blush slight from embarrassment while the other half from his lewd comment, “Yeah well, she’s not the one that’s going to disregard that rep— oh god..” Delving straight in, his tongue explores every inch as if it’s his first time doing so, kissing and lapping leaving only the sounds of wetness and heavy breathing to fill the space that’s your office.

Tangling your fingers in white strands, Satoru lets out a deep sigh, tossing your leg over his shoulder for better angle. Spitting the arousal back on your pussy, he coats two of his fingers in the wetness, slowly sliding them into your hole while look up at you, “So sweet and allll fucking mine.”

“Yes..it’s all yours, Satoru”

His lips attach to your thigh that rested on his shoulder, kissing the soft skin before biting down on the inner, licking over it to soothe the pain. Not long after, he was back to worshiping your cunt, pumping his curled fingers in and out, rubbing the velvet warm walls that invited him in so eagerly, reaching the spots your fingers couldn’t reach on their own when he wasn’t around.

Clenching around him, he sucks on your clit to push you over the edge. You had to cover your mouth to keep your screams from vibrating off of the walls, blinking away the tears that crept along your waterline.

“Look at me” Satoru groans when your eyes lock on to his, “Good girl, now…”

He speeds the pump of his fingers, squelching sounds making his cock throb, straining against his slacks aching to be freed. But this time he wasn’t worried about his own release, fully committed and devoted to tasting you, the fucking would just have to wait for later.

“—come for me, make a mess and let it all out” Your legs threaten to close from the speed his fingers were going but with he beat you in strength tenfold. Flicking his tongue on your clit, you feel that band of build up snap, coming on his fingers as he talked you through it ever so sweetly.

“Atta girl, sweetheart, that’s my sweet girl.” He praised.

Doing your best to steady your breathing, you watch as he licked his fingers clean before helping you back in to your skirt. Standing back up, Satoru kisses you deeply, disregarding the fact that his lips were coated in your come. He was such a messy lover in bed but it excited every bone in your body since that one night months ago.

“Thank you for the meal” He teased before planting another kiss on your lips except this one felt a little different, it felt reassuring and if kisses could be translated to words, they’d read;

‘I love you’

Trying to return the favor, Satoru declines and insinuates that could be returned later in the comfort of his home, where things can get as heated without any worries. Holding each other for a moment before deciding he should get back to his work, he kisses the top of your head and makes his way to the door.

“No forgetting our little talk from earlier” Satoru adds as he slips on his blindfold. You lean against the desk with folded arms, watching his beautiful frame. Fuck, he’s even pretty when he exits a room.

“Have I ever not come through for you, Satoru?”

He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t question or tease any further. Because you were right. You’ve never not come through to save his ass on multiple occasions, even back then.

Even with his back turned you could tell he was smiling by the barely audible chuckle he lets out before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Deciding it was best to clean yourself up before getting back to filing reports, you head to the bathroom where you do just that. Passing Yaga along the way, you inform him that the reports will be finished within the hour and you’d take your leave for the day, your heart was already racing from the thought of seeing that blindfolded tease again.

Stepping back in to your office, you notice a small take out bento box sitting neatly on your desk, accompanied with a pair of chopsticks, a bubble tea and a sticky note.

tw: smut

I'm ovulating stfu y'all are getting smut AGAIN And you will LIKE IT. 👹

Scanning over mission reports, you pinch the bridge of your nose when your eyes fall on the following line:

Safety Regulations Breached: Failure to enable veil.

Usually when veils aren't placed there are no reports indicating so. At least that WAS how things used to be but with the higher-ups getting stricter on their rules, claiming it was solely to "keep non jujutsu sorcerers safe" although partially true, you call bullshit on their regulations. Knowing them, it was just another ploy to get under Gojo's skin about his students, giving HQ all the more reason to use Itadori's execution against him. Their ideals are morally screwed. It makes you sick.

Sensing Satoru's cursed energy near, you sigh before turning around, "Good, you're here," flat lining your lips you turn the paper over, "what the hell is this?"

Leaning forward, he tilts his head, "uhhh a report?"

"Look closer you blue eyed freak."

Standing straight once more he scratches at his nape, "Oh, yeahhh about that heh..you see, Megs forgot to put down a veil"

"You expect me to believe a sorcerer as skilled and smart as him just forgot to do the one thing that keeps his ass safe from getting chewed out by the higher ups?"

"Well technically it's my ass they'd chew out if they were to find out." He taps at his chin, "Some things went down and a veil was forgotten, big deal! Those old bags of bones are way over their heads."

"If they were to find out..exactly what are you trying to imply?" He chuckles as he steps closer, leaning down to your level, "Oh no no, no! Not again. Nope." You quickly turn around to avert his gaze. Even with a blindfold on, his stare was just that intimidating that it could be felt without physically seeing his eyes. Satoru throws his weight on to your shoulders, slouching and pouting like a child.

He groans, "Come onnn, you know you agree! While yes, it's important to keep non sorcerers safe, is a veil really necessary when it's out in the middle of nowhere? They're just kids, mistakes happen."

"I know." You shake your head, "part of me still believes those assholes only implemented that reports contain violated restrictions to have yet another reason to bitch at us. Or well, you specifically. It's infuriating."

His arms wrap loosely around your waist as the tip of his nose tickled at the crook of your neck, "mhmm," Turning back around to face him, you place your hands on his chest.

"...fine. BUT, I'm only doing this for Megumi, not you." You poke his chest with your finger, "I'll disregard the report but just this once."

"You've said "just this once" many times before," Satoru smiles warmly before placing a kiss to your temple, "thank you, sweets."

"Yeah yeah." Your face warms at the admirable gesture, "Have you eaten lunch yet?" He ponders for a moment before shaking his head, "Do you wanna go get lunch together?"

"We cannn," kissing your cheek down to your jaw, he rubs at your sides before slipping his hands under your shirt, simply brushing his fingers against your skin, "but I'm hungry for something a little more...exquisite in taste than any measly take out."

His voice alone always left a fluttering feeling in your lower belly, one that ached and pooled between your legs leaving you to squeeze your thighs shut. Satoru backed you against the desk, holding your wrists behind your back with one hand while hooking a finger around his blindfold with the other.

Slowly lowering his blindfold, his hair lays perfectly, “I can sense your energy has shifted, sweetheart. You like that idea, hm?”

You slowly nod as vibrant blue eyes gaze down at you from his height. Satoru grazes his fingers against your neck, brushing your hair to the side as he leaned in, “You always look so pretty when you’re speechless, even more so when you’re naked and sprawled out on my bed taking every inch I give you.” Pressing his lips to yours, a breathless moan escapes from your mouth, into his.

You’ve known that Satoru has always been skilled with his hands but it never failed to impress you how fast he could have your skirt unbuckled, underwear pushed to the side with two digits spreading your soaked folds.

“You’re weeping for me, baby. Did you miss me that much? I was only gone for a few days,” he blew ever so slightly against your aching cunt, licking his lips at the glorious sight.

“You know I’ve missed you, toru, I always do when you have to go away, stop teasing”

“Oh I wasn’t talking to you” He smirks up at you from on his knees. He runs his middle finger straight between your folds, collecting your slick before spreading it back in, “I was talking to my favorite dessert in the world”

You blush slight from embarrassment while the other half from his lewd comment, “Yeah well, she’s not the one that’s going to disregard that rep— oh god..” Delving straight in, his tongue explores every inch as if it’s his first time doing so, kissing and lapping leaving only the sounds of wetness and heavy breathing to fill the space that’s your office.

Tangling your fingers in white strands, Satoru lets out a deep sigh, tossing your leg over his shoulder for better angle. Spitting the arousal back on your pussy, he coats two of his fingers in the wetness, slowly sliding them into your hole while look up at you, “So sweet and allll fucking mine.”

“Yes..it’s all yours, Satoru”

His lips attach to your thigh that rested on his shoulder, kissing the soft skin before biting down on the inner, licking over it to soothe the pain. Not long after, he was back to worshiping your cunt, pumping his curled fingers in and out, rubbing the velvet warm walls that invited him in so eagerly, reaching the spots your fingers couldn’t reach on their own when he wasn’t around.

Clenching around him, he sucks on your clit to push you over the edge. You had to cover your mouth to keep your screams from vibrating off of the walls, blinking away the tears that crept along your waterline.

“Look at me” Satoru groans when your eyes lock on to his, “Good girl, now…”

He speeds the pump of his fingers, squelching sounds making his cock throb, straining against his slacks aching to be freed. But this time he wasn’t worried about his own release, fully committed and devoted to tasting you, the fucking would just have to wait for later.

“—come for me, make a mess and let it all out” Your legs threaten to close from the speed his fingers were going but with he beat you in strength tenfold. Flicking his tongue on your clit, you feel that band of build up snap, coming on his fingers as he talked you through it ever so sweetly.

“Atta girl, sweetheart, that’s my sweet girl.” He praised.

Doing your best to steady your breathing, you watch as he licked his fingers clean before helping you back in to your skirt. Standing back up, Satoru kisses you deeply, disregarding the fact that his lips were coated in your come. He was such a messy lover in bed but it excited every bone in your body since that one night months ago.

“Thank you for the meal” He teased before planting another kiss on your lips except this one felt a little different, it felt reassuring and if kisses could be translated to words, they’d read;

‘I love you’

Trying to return the favor, Satoru declines and insinuates that could be returned later in the comfort of his home, where things can get as heated without any worries. Holding each other for a moment before deciding he should get back to his work, he kisses the top of your head and makes his way to the door.

“No forgetting our little talk from earlier” Satoru adds as he slips on his blindfold. You lean against the desk with folded arms, watching his beautiful frame. Fuck, he’s even pretty when he exits a room.

“Have I ever not come through for you, Satoru?”

He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t question or tease any further. Because you were right. You’ve never not come through to save his ass on multiple occasions, even back then.

Even with his back turned you could tell he was smiling by the barely audible chuckle he lets out before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Deciding it was best to clean yourself up before getting back to filing reports, you head to the bathroom where you do just that. Passing Yaga along the way, you inform him that the reports will be finished within the hour and you’d take your leave for the day, your heart was already racing from the thought of seeing that blindfolded tease again.

Stepping back in to your office, you notice a small take out bento box sitting neatly on your desk, accompanied with a pair of chopsticks, a bubble tea and a sticky note.

tw: smut, praise and teasing. Just be ready for a very flustered, whimpering Choso. x // not proofread!

"Please.." Choso's voice rasped, throat dry and hoarse from the excessive panting. Sweat beaded down his neck, a collective dampening around the collar of his neckbone. His head pressed against the headboard as he didn't dare to glance down as you swallowed his cock whole, the sight of you just on your knees in front of him would've had him shooting white ropes down your throat in an instant. The wet noises accompanied by muffled soft gags was already too overstimulating for his ears, every vibrated moan along his shaft was greeted with an aching pulse deep in the back of your throat.

"Please I — mmph! I can't.." burning hot tears threaten to fall from the corners of his eyes, "Need to nnnm fuck.. gonna cum," He whines pathetically when you take him out of your mouth, painfully slow, "Nononoplease...I'm sorry please" bucking his hips in desperate need, Choso places a hand atop of your head as an attempt to coax you.

Keeping eye contact as you gather the saliva in your mouth, letting the spit drip down your bottom lip till it coated his thick length, you stroke him with your wet palm, giving the tip a gentle kiss, "You wanna cum for me?" He nods, eyes glistening with need, "yeah? Gonna be a good boy?"

Choso chokes back a cry, cock leaking as his orgasm rapidly rippled through his entire body causing his thighs to contract with each sloppy stroke.

"Talk to me, pretty baby," Your voice lingers with a teasing tone, "Don't be shy now.."

"Fuck.." His eyes fall on you, half lidded and fucked out from a mere blowjob. But that was just the kind of effect you had on Choso.

The kind where it always stirred him wanting more and more until he seeps every last drop out of you, himself included. He could go round after round, the skin of your ass reddened due to how fast he would thrust his pelvis, burying his length in till he was balls-deep. And oh man, don't get him started with filling you. Ever since Choso gained more human experiences (with your help of course.) and found out how the human body truly worked, sex was inevitable. He got one little lick of what it was like to be between your legs and he was done for, completely pussydrunk. But back to the point at hand, filling you. Choso loves stuffing you so full of his cum to the point where it squelches out when he rocks his hips ruthlessly into you, chasing another orgasm even though he just filled you for the fourth time in a row, stamina and endurance not faltering once. You supposed being a hybrid came with its perks.

Choso was clingy even after sex but it didn't bother you, it was nice having someone during this time in what seems to be an apocalyptic era. Sometimes he wouldn't even bother pulling out, just semi-hard inside of your cunt, laying his head on your chest while you untangle his pigtails, holding you close as if you'd disappear if he didn't. Your favorite was seeing him get flustered when he'd watch you get dressed after having just rearranging your insides, hiding his face in his hands only to realize he was experiencing a nosebleed.

He just wanted to be next to you, always.

"I'll—I'll be a good boy yesyes" Stuttering through tears, his voice strains from the sheer amount of blood coursing through his body, rushing to his cock rendering him lightheaded to the point if it weren't for cursed energy reinforcement, he'd surely be unconscious by now.

Kissing up his pubic area to his hips, you nibble his soft sweat glistened skin, worshiping his body as he does to yours, effortlessly and without hesitation. Choso jerks his hips when your teeth sink in to his warm skin, fingernails dragging along the sides of his thighs. His heart races when you rise, lips swollen and parted with a determined look in your eyes. There was just something about a man looking up at you with tear stained cheeks but not just any man's longing stare—only his.

Hands instinctively grab at your hips when lips press against each other. His kisses were never greedy but rather careful and full of affection. Placing yourself on his lap, he helps you spread your legs, tucking them under your luscious plump thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze. Your fingers rake through his hair, tugging the unraveling pigtails, earning a moan that you swallow. His cock throbs against your wet slick cunt, gliding over your clit.

Choso glances down between the both of you and loses it. Placing his hands on your ass, he guides you to slam down onto him, your heat grinding against his cock. You tried pulling your lips away to catch your breath but Choso whimpered at the loss, following your lips once more, suffocating you in a deeply heated kiss. Just as you sink yourself down on his cock Choso wasted no time, immediately thrusting up at a needy pace leaving you both gripping at each others body for sanity. His lips lock on the skin of your breast, sucking the soft bouncing flesh, lapping at your nipple giving them their well deserved attention.

"You're so beautiful" he gasped, "don't— aah..I don't deserve you"

Tugging his head back he groans at the sudden motion, cock twitching inside of you, "You deserve everything and more, sweet boy"

Suddenly your back was pressed firmly against the mattress, legs slung over his shoulders while he raised your hips, plunging deeper into you, leaving you moaning and gripping the sheets that are now drenched in sweat. If Choso is anything, he's determined and puts others needs before his own. Though he's holding on the best he could he knows if he continues to feel your walls clenching and pulling him in, he's going to come and since you haven't? That just won't do.

You whine at loss of fullness but it was instantly replaced with a prolonged moan from the way his fingers curl inside of your pussy, tongue lapping at the mixture of your slick and his pre-cum. The teachings you've guided him through before, showing at full force as he devoured and feasted like it was going to be his last time tasting the sweetness coming from such a divine source.

Grinding your hips to the flicks of his tongue you hold his head still to fuck yourself against his mouth, "Good boy, such a good fucking boy" his muffled moans drive you closer to your climax as they vibrated your clit. Humping the mattress to your moans, Choso sped his actions feeling his cock pulsing uncontrollably, experiencing his first edge. Your orgasm pools between your legs, trapping him between your plush thighs, "fuck—choso!"

Choso's arms trembled as he tried to lift himself from the mattress, mouth glistening from released arousal that dripped down his chin. Climbing over you, Choso pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, stroking himself over your stomach till he cried out, cum spewing over your stomach and breasts.

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both laid there, out of breath and dazed. Shifting to get comfortable you feel Choso's arms immediately pull you closer to his chest, restricting your movement. There was that clinginess you adored.

A few minutes of silence trying to catch your breath, you feel a stiffness poke at against your ass. He was already hard and ready for more of you.

tw: heavy smut || this was not proofread oops sorry x

"Breathe, sweetheart." Hiromi's voice softly swoons, "We can't have you passing out on us now, can we? You're doing so well."

Your lungs gasp in an overwhelming amount of oxygen that ceased your tunnel vision. Eyes readjusting from the back of your skull. Your legs threaten to close with the rhythm of Kento's hips clashing with the skin of your ass creating heavy slapping sounds. Thank goodness for double stud walls. Hiromi wipes the corner of your lip with his thumb, sweeping away the drool that dared to drip down your chin as your brain turned to mush from the sheer force of getting relentlessly railed by Kento's cock.

"Fuck—so fucking tight." Kento sighs loudly in pure bliss, his grip on your thighs only tightening with each thrust. You watch as his cock slides in, nearly pulling all the way out before ramming back in leaving a white ring of your slick at the base.

Tossing your head back as sinful sounds rattle their way past your lips, you're rewarded with the beautiful sight of Hiromi stroking himself to the view in front of him. His cheeks were a faint hue of pink with his lips parted, hair sticking to his damp forehead. Reaching out to touch him, he moans from the warmth of your touch, earning a throb from his cock that was already pre-ejaculating. Stroking him as Kento pounded into you was enough to send you over the edge but you didn't want this to end. You needed more.

By the sounds and looks of it Hiromi was the sensitive one. Every stroke had him clenching his eyes shut, a whimpering mess rocking his hips to create more friction, practically fucking your hand like a second hole.

"Keep going, baby—ah! Fuck!" He covers his mouth as a means to silence his loud moan. As if jacking him off wasn't enough, you drove him insane with the way your tongue teased the tip of his aching cock. Tracing the vein that ran from tip to base, you lay his girthy cock against your chin as you continued licking his shaft from underneath, coating his balls with your saliva being sure to please him in every which way.

Kento slung one of your legs over his shoulder earning him a deeper dive in to your cunt. Watching as his friend/co-worker got his dick praised over set a fire in him that burned pleasurably, "Be sure to take him all the way down that pretty throat of yours, baby girl."

"Yes, sir." You hum. Hiromi gracefully watched as you gave a few more strokes to his cock before lubricating it with spit, using your tongue to your advantage by running it over the sensitive slit at the tip. Holding your head to alleviate a struggle to keep it up on your own, Hiromi gently massages the back of your head with his fingers. God, can this man be any more perfect?

Opening your mouth you take as much of him as you can till the tip of his cock grazed the back of your throat. Seeing the outline of his cock inside of your throat had him wanting to fuck your throat till he has you choking from the loads of cum that he'd pump in to it. But alas, he was a good boy. He could wait his turn to fuck and fill your pussy next.

Sounds of wet skin smacking and fits of gagging filled the small yet cozy office space. Great timing for it to be after hours cause if anyone heard what was happening you'd surely suffer a great deal.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Holy fuck, your throat feels fucking amazing" Hiromi grunts as he thrusts his hips forward earning a muffled gag. A hand still cradling your head in support while the other was wrapped around your neck, feeling the bulge of his cock fuck in to your esophagus, "You take cock like a good girl, don't you?"

"Fuck yeah she does." Kento pulls himself out, slapping his stiff cock against your clit causing you to choke out a very stuffed gargled moan. Rubbing his tip along your vulva before sliding back in giving you slow deep strokes.

"You look so pretty with a mouth full of cock, honey." The lustful yet sweet compliments from Hiromi have you gushing against Kento's cock, "Oh? Do you like to be praised, pretty?"

Doing your best to nod, you hum in approval, "Or do you like to be treated like a slut?"

Kento groans at the way you clench around him, "I think that's a yes to both."

Hiromi chuckles, "That's our good little whore, taking us both so good. We might just have to make this a reoccurring thing, hm? What do you think of that?" Caressing your hollowed cheek before pulling his dick out from your mouth, you cough a few times to clear your throat.

"Yes...please" you breathe out

He smiles down at you before leaning in to kiss you. It was a soft, gentle kiss but it left you craving more once he pulled away, "Good. Now sit up."

Groaning from the loss of Kento, you feel your spine crack as you sit up, doing your best to keep balance as the room felt as if it was spinning. A strong arm holds you close, leaning you against his bare chest.

"Do you trust us, love?"

Looking between Kento and Hiromi, you nod, "Of course."

"Good." Kento scoops you in to his arms, holding you by the back of your thighs as you faced Hiromi, "I want you to lean forward and perch that nice little ass of yours out."

Glancing up at Kento, you feel a kiss atop of your head. You truly felt like an ant between two elephants. Although Hiromi was shorter than Kento, his lean build gave him an advantage.

Wrapping your arms around Hiromi's shoulders as you leaned forward, he instinctively put his hands at your waist, "Stay still for us okay, baby?"

You lay your head against his shoulder feeling two fingers slick themselves in your wetness, "Let us know if it's too much." Kento remarks.

"Well.. if you're putting it where I think you are...I've never really tried it. So please be gentle."

A few attempts were made but eventually Kento gradually stretched you open enough to take him. Hiromi sweetly talked you through it, whispering how good you were doing, praising your efforts. But good god, no amount of self lubrication could suffice to ease the pain but it would have to do. Once the pain felt manageable you couldn't help but to feel an immense rush cover over your entire body. Your hips began to move on their own earning deep moans from the sexy blonde behind you.

"Good girl." Hiromi praised, kissing your cheek as he aligned himself against your throbbing cunt. Once he pushed himself in you let out a muffled cry. The fullness was overbearing but that vanished when they both found rhythm.

Digging your nails in to Hiromi's shoulders, you felt as if you were ascending to the high heavens. Kento played with one of your breast while Hiromi sucked and licked at your other, biting every so lightly on your nipple to get you on heights end. With double penetration and the way Hiromi's pelvic area rubbed at your clit with every push and thrust, you cried out in bliss as your orgasm was in its peak.

"C'mon baby, cum on that cock." Kento grunted in to your ear, "Make a mess for us."

"Mmmh shit so fucking—tight" Hiromi moaned, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum"

"You want him to fill you, baby?" You moan loudly at the thought, nodding profusely, "want his cum dripping down your pussy while you drive home? Such a naughty girl."

Your walls tighten around Hiromi, leaving him to rut out incoherent sentences, his hips snapping faster as he practically growled. Witnessing his face contort in an intense orgasm had you crashing your lips on to his as you came for the fourth time in a row. Kento huffed out a few words against your drenched skin, slamming his hips against your ass like earlier instead this time he was going to be the first to fill that pretty hole.

All three of you were pink in the face, out of breath and sticky from sweat. Kento was the first to pull out, leaving Hiromi to carry you in his arms as you lazily wrapped your sore most likely bruised by now legs over his torso.

"Doing alright, darling?" You nod with a sleepy smile on your face to which he smiles warmly before kissing you,

Thuds from tiny feet stomping down the hallway echoed as baby Yuji happily waddled in bursts of joy with his onesie partially on and dragging on the floor.

"Yuji, come on baby. We need to let dada rest." You whisper as you caught up to your one old. Yuji had ran off mid changing and thank heavens he listened through his diaper change otherwise there would be a code "baby butt" on the loose. Yes. It has happened before.

In protest Yuji pulled at the sliding door to the master bedroom, stumbling and blabbing his way in to the dimly lit room. Pulling at the sheets to what can only be seen as Mount Everest to a young child, Yuji face plants on the covers once he successfully reaches the top. His little pink hair poking up from the shadows as he crawled to the sleeping giant that took up a significant portion of the king sized bed.

"Yuji!"

Fits of giggles warm your heart as you witnessed Yuji try and wake his father. Pats on skin with his little hands until he reached his face, "Da!"

"hmm.."

"Daaa!" Climbing on Ryo's back, Yuji's little arms struggle to wrap around his large frame. Slobbering as he tried teething at Ryo's shoulder, Yuji slips forward when he loses his grip.

Making your way to the bed you reach to grab your struggling child but Ryo tugs Yuji from his onesie till he was dangling from his grip. Blabbing gibberish and kicking for his release, Ryo's eyes open as he awakens from his slumber.

"Dada!" Yuji giggles, tiny bottom teeth showing with his adorable smile before blowing spit bubbles, "mmmplll"

"None of that, brat." Ryo groans in annoyance though he couldn't hide the growing smile on his face. Putting Yuji down on his stomach once he turned over. Pushing back his messy hair Yuji coo's when Ryo grabs his little arm shoving it through his onesie, properly adjusting it. Yuji laid down on his chest yawning as the warmth radiating from his father cradled him.

Smiling at the interaction you lean against the bed frame, "and what are you smiling about?" You roll your eyes at his mocking tone.

"Just how much of a softie you're being."

"Softie huh?" His eyes stayed glued on you as you made your way your shared bed, crawling your way up to him. Smirking at the sight he was reminded of just how exactly Yuji was made in this exact scenario, you crawling over and straddling him trying to get him up for work only for him to showing up extremely late that day, "Careful little lamb need I remind you who you're back talking?"

"Yeah yeah." You chuckle, cuddling up next to him and your son. Combing Yuji's hair you admire your sleeping baby boy who was now drooling over his father's chest. He resembled Sukuna in every way besides his eye color. Salmon pink hair, warm beige skin, his exact carbon copy.

You wince at the feeling of your hair being tugged at leading you to sit up and face your cocky baby daddy, "Don't get sassy with me, woman." You bite your lip at the way he stared hungrily, craving you. Gripping the back of your nape, he pulls you in crashing your lips to his.

Resting your head against his chest along side a sleeping Yuji, you hold your son's little hand in yours earning a small squeeze.

"One more won't hurt right?"

Ryo snickers before closing his eyes, "I suppose not."

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This mini story will take place in the heian era. Glimpses of Jujutsu Kaisen will be apart of this though not total lore accuracy to accommodate to this story. Enjoy x

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      1074 AD

Year 1074, not long after the Nara-Jidai, the Heian-Kyō thrived. Emperors ruled from era to era, each shaping and demolishing the Buddhist monasteries one after the other, reigning in not only wealth but power and Jujutsu Sorcery.

While the top 1% of Jujutsu society relished in extreme riches during this period, many suffered from disease and famine, Elites completely turning a blind eye to the rural poor. The Aristocratic clans dwelled in inheritance, owning many lands to show their riches while marrying off their offspring's as currency trade-value in order to gain higher nobility status, passing along sacred cursed techniques.

This was exactly what he was born in to. A broken society where currency (lack thereof) mattered more than the life of an innocent child.

Being born into poverty much less as an unwanted child, the young boy suffered greatly. Many townspeople frightened at just the sight of him—two sets of arms, eyes and mouths. Deemed as a monstrous abomination to ever walk the earth by all who crossed his path.

All but one selfless imperial princess.

"Princess! Please refrain from running about without proper supervision!" The tall armored samurai scolded the young child, "Your father is awaiting your elder sisters return. We are to head back and prepare for her arrival."

Frolicking in withered patches of meadow the girl blocks out the samurais heeds, continuing her quest at taming the malevolent beast that were only told in children's storybooks. With a piece of torn bark off of the nearby trees, she climbed the mounds of destroyed stones, reaching the highest peak before shouting, "At last, beast! We meet again. Fret not my dear fellow worshipers for it is I, your royal empress! I shall seize this beast and save us all from its destruction!" Using her cursed energy she lifted pieces of stones in attempt to throw them across the field only for the stones to burst in to even smaller fragments, falling flat soon after.

Seeing the distraught look on the girls face, the samurai made his way to her lifting his sallet, "You're getting stronger, princess."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course. In fact, you had me frightened. I wouldn't want to be that god forsaken beast for even a minute." Placing a hand on his armored chest as if he was struck with her technique, he collapsed to his knees, "please your imperial majesty, spare me!"

She giggled at the sight below her.

"Be gone ferocious beast! You are never to return!"

This continued on till the sun began to set, orange hues broad out in to the horizon as they made their descent back to the empire. Her junihitoe filthy from the roughhousing and imaginative battles.

"Just look at you—" the samurai chuckled, "you've gone and gotten yourself filthy, even more so than last time." She stares down at her kimono with a playful smile, cheeks full of sweet rice cake.

"Father will just buy me a new one."

Placing a hand atop of her head as they walked down the village of Hida Province, "It's not ladylike to talk with a mouthful, princess. We've discussed this."

She comes to a halt when she spots a boy laying in the middle of the pathway. He was bruised and beaten, blood staining the loose fitting white yukata. Without hesitation she ran over to the boy, dropping to her knees right beside him as she tried shaking him awake. The samurai quickly stepped in and pulled her small frame away from the, somewhat, dying child.

"Stop! We have to help him!"

"Princess it's prohibited to interfere with the commoners. There is nothing we can—princess!" Shoving his grip off, she immediately went back to the same position near the boy. Her hands cup his swollen face, completely unfazed by the mutated set of eyes on the side of his face.

"Hey, wake up!"

The samurai stared at the young boy, sickened by the sight of the unusual. Eventually the boy woke up in dismay.

"You're alive!" She shouts, tossing her arms around him,  overjoyed.

And that was the first interaction of the "monstrous" boy and the imperial princess. From that day onward the princess would sneak out of sight of her entrusted samurai and make her way to the run down village where she had found him. At first, he was hesitant. Running away from her, only for her to assume it was a game of tag. It wasn't long till she discovered he was a nameless child which at first she thought was a measly joke. She eventually ended up giving him the alias, 'oniko'.

A few years had passed and the princess grew stronger, maturing at such a young age through her status and abilities. Though she never stopped visiting the boy, even with such a high ranked status at the age of twelve. In fact, there were times the boy would try and shoo her away but to his dismay she would only pester further.

"I said stop following me!"

"C'mon on! Just one more game! I'll even let you win this time!" She teased. The boy just grumbled, tucking his arm in to his yukata.

"Don't you have other things to do? Princess?"

The girl just swayed as she got closer to him, the obvious intent to ridicule her completely unfazed, she leaned forward till her face was mere inches from his, "I'll bring you extra okara if you say yes~"

His four red iris' narrow at the mention. He was never one to turn down food.

"...fine."

Slowly growing closer, the two were inseparable by their adolescent years. Though he had never learned what it meant to have someone stick around, much less the love of his own parents, he grew fond of her quickly soon after. Not being able to seen with such a girl of her status, they would sneak off in to the forest and spend hours together. Her curiosity and enthusiasm for life gave him a newfound sense but what truly engraved her into his heart was her ability to love and admire others. Her kindness. Her courage. And most of all which truly was his favorite—her smile.

"Why did you keep coming back?" He asked whilst staring up at the blue sky, back laid out on uneven terrain, hinting at the growing fact that she hadn't left his side through out all those years.

"To be honest," she ponders, twirling a piece of overgrown grass between her fingers, "I don't know."

"Mm." Is all he responds.

Plucking a dried daisy from the ground, she raises it up as if inspecting it, "If I had to really think about it I suppose it's fate."

"Fate? What fate is there in royalty meeting a filthy commoner." Shifting her body to sit up straight, he watches intently as she places her hands on either side of his head, tucking the withered flower in his pink untamed hair.

"There's no fate greater than love that is bestowed upon us."

A faint blush painted its way onto his cheeks as the blood underneath flesh boiled. Her hands caressed his face, fingertips dusting over marked skin. She gave him a tender smile as she dipped her head lower to meet his lips in an upside down kiss. Her soft lips ghosted over his own before he turned his face, leading her to plant a small sweet kiss to his cheek. Brushing past her, he sat up instantly, leaving her wondering what was wrong.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he ran his fingers through his hair, removing the flower that was gracefully placed, "You need not to be sorry."

"Then what is it?" She crawled near his side, "Do I not interest you?"

"No—I mean, yes. But no." He groans, "it's complicated...I'm not normal."

"Of course you aren't." She chuckles, "That's why I like you."

"If you see what's underneath you'd surely change your mind."

She raises her eyebrows, "Well now you've peaked my interest." Her lips lingered into a smirk, mind leading to mischievous places. He rolled his eyes.

"Not that you pervert."

The girl rests her chin in her hand, awaiting his continuation, "I'm waiting"

"And annoying."

He scoffs when she returns a blowed kiss.

"I was born a monstrous humanoid."

Her gaze lingered on to him before she reached over to touch his face, a distinct habit of hers that he had grown accustomed to, her fingers trail over the double set of eyes, "that explains this," Her lips curled in to a smile, one that fueled the ache in his heart, "was it due to your cursed technique?"

"No."

She hums softly, tracing the bundle of nerves that connected from his eyes to his neck, "show me?"

He stared blankly ahead. The thought of her running away after seeing what truly hides behind cheap wilted cloth played numbers on his soul.

"Please?" She was so persistent and Gods, how he has learned to love it.

A few moments go by before he stands to his feet, offering her his hand to help her up to which she accepts. The gentle breeze flowed through the grassy landscape as did her beautiful hair in the blowing wind, sending notes of ambergris and agar-wood in the air that filled and satisfied his senses.

Nervousness was never a feeling he felt often, solely as a child whenever he underwent punishment for transgressions. He thought he had left those feelings behind him but when her eyes scanned over his frame as he untied his yukata, slipping it down his broad shoulders to reveal the extra set of limbs and mouth that rested on his abdominal region, he felt like a child once more—too frightened to lift his gaze.

"May I?" She asked as if she has never touched him before without his permission, her hand raised as she waited for a response, taking a low hum in response as approval.

His skin burned at her touch, soft palm admiring his chest to the creased spare of muscles his body formed to accommodate the extra limbs. He was beautiful. Her index finger trailed the bridge of his abdomen till it reached the mouth that poked its thick tongue out, lapping the tip of her finger in playful banter. The smile on her face didn't falter, it never once trembled in fear, it only grew as fits of giggles ruptured through her chest.

Lifting his gaze to meet her eyes, she invited herself closer to his body, royal garments of her layered junihitoe brushing against his fair skin. Cupping her hands on his cheeks she stood on her tiptoes.

"I don't see what's not to like."

Careful limbs slowly place themselves on her waist, pulling her closer as if it were possible. His hand caressed the skin underneath her chin, lowering his head as his lips met hers.

And for once in his life—he felt home.

As their love for each other blossomed in binding shackles of secrecy, the imperial princess continued with her honorary duties. Throughout the passing years she noticed a strange shift in her secret lover. Though he was not cruel by any means to her, he would cause destruction among nearby villages, cutting close to killing innocents with blind rage. Perhaps he had already killed without her knowing but that was something she kept deep down in hopes it was just mere hearsay.

Her father, Emperor of Fujiwara, pulled her aside one day and informed her of proposals that will take place come spring. She was to be wedded off to the prince of the Sugawara clan to form alliances, secure their inheritance and pass down lineage. The princess was infuriated but not to the extent of her lover who didn't take the news lightly.

She pleaded with him to not cause destruction, swearing to him that she was his through mind, body and soul and that not even the heavens nor hell could separate them, offering herself fully. She clung to him, pulling his body deeper in to the forest as their bodies molded into each other. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back, marking him as his own hands marked her hips with longing bruises as if she were slipping away from him. He kissed, licked and devoted himself to every inch of her body, engraving her deeper into his heart that already was so full of her. Lasting what felt like hours, he couldn't get enough of her taste, laying her on his abdomen as she whimpered in submission, he moved her hips to the pace of his tongue, tasting not only her sweet nectar but himself as he filled her merely moments ago.

"You belong to me, do you hear me?"

"Yes!" She moaned through choked tears.

"Say it."

"all—all yours, I'm all yours I belong to you!"

And she was, for the short lived span of her life though he hoped through death as well.

Through calamity and the loss of his reasonings, he raged on for years after, killing every human involved, cursing her even after death. Though she had died protecting him, he didn't see it as such. He blamed himself and his destructive behavior, turning to what he knew best and that was to reign hell on earth. He feasted on human flesh, ripping apart sorcerers that dared to stand before him, manifesting techniques that he deemed worthy as he swallowed their flesh. He was relentless, he was evil and to those who knew of his existence during the Golden Age would tremble at just the mention of his name that was given by jujutsu sorcerers that lived to tell the tale after his choosing to transcend death through pacts.

Ryomen Sukuna.

Sukuna awoke from his sleep, still sat on the throne that was surrounded with pools of blood, decomposed and skeletal remains, a surreal hellish like landscape to those who trespassed the barrier of his domain. He could sense the world around him through the body of his host. Although incapable of taking control of his body whenever he pleased, it was only a matter of time.

Even with a millennia passing, she was still his first priority. Promising that even death couldn't separate them, he was determined and committed to keeping that promise.

He sensed her cursed object that was imbued with his own cursed energy as it had awakened not long after he did. All he had to do, was wait. A low menacing chuckle spewed from his throat.

"Patience, princess."

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