“What is fear?”  

A few kids behind you and beside you raised their hands to answer Dr. Gojo. He picked the kid beside you who raised his hand, the straightest in the entire class; he always did. 

“Yes, Mr. Saito.” As the professor called out to Saito, whose face lit up like a thousand-watt lightbulb. 

But Dr. Gojo's facial expressions remained rigid, yet conveyed much more than he let on. You saw a hint of amusement and this flash of something sinister in his eyes. It was as if whatever Saito, or anyone else in this room, was going to answer was going to be wrong anyway. 

“Sir, fear is a psychological and physiological reaction an individual has as a response to some sort of threat in his environment, which triggers his fight or flight reaction.” Saito sits up in his seat and goes on, “If I were to explain it in detail, when someone perceives a threat, the signal for that stimulus is sent to the sympathetic nervous system through the spinal cord. The SNS then transfers those signals from the dorsal hypothalamus, which activates the heart, which then increases vascular resistance; hence, palpitations happen, and blood flow increases, specifically in the regions of the muscle, heart, and brain tissues. The hypothalamus then activates the adrenal medulla—”

“You can stop there, Mr. Saito.” Dr. Gojo walked back to the podium, and seeing him turn around from where he stood right in front of Saito’s face, in front of the first row of seats, it made Saito almost tear up. It looked like it, very evidently.

“I am glad you listen well in my classes to remember how the autonomic nervous system works in such detail. I am sure you can draw a detailed diagram of the hypothalamic region, including all the nuclei in that region, and even recite an in-depth analysis on the amygdala right on my command.” Dr. Gojo turned back to the class full of students and leaned against the podium. 

“But I did not ask you about the related workings and systems of fear. I asked, “What is fear?” The professor looked unassuming, despite the huge grin on his face, seemingly friendly from afar, but anyone sitting in the front row and a few rows behind would know better. At least you did. 

“Sir—um—it is an affective response.” Saito was starting to lose his book-smart confidence in the face of the professor’s rejection and interruption of his answer. 

“Correct. And?” Dr. Gojo calmly asked.

“It—um—uh—the amygdala then—” 

“You can stop there, Mr. Saito.” Dr. Gojo’s face went back to neutral; to everyone it was an inoffensive expression, but to Saito, all he saw was disappointment. And all you saw was anger. 

“Anyone else who'd like to try?” 

The entire class fell silent; Dr. Gojo gave the class some time to raise their hands. Everyone just made themselves look busy or at least averted their eyes to any corner of the room except for the professor’s eyes. 

“Yes, Ms. L/n.” You put your hand down after he called out for you; the same sinister glint in his eyes was back, except now there was a smirk on his face, like he was daring you to answer his question, not as one of his top students in the class, but just as a human being. What did fear mean to you? 

“Fear is a biological and primordial affective response. The physiological workings of how it happens—Saito explained it already.” You paused, and Dr. Gojo looked intrigued; he always did on the off chance you decided to chirp in during his lectures. 

“It can be triggered for many reasons… such as when you, Dr. Gojo, look at Saito with disappointment in your eyes. He feels fear; he fears that these interactions will reflect on his grades negatively.” You casually gesture at Saito sitting to your left, and his eyes bulge out of their sockets. 

If Dr. Gojo was only intrigued before, he looked positively invested now.

“I can give you a long explanation about how it works, why it happens, and what symptoms and feelings amalgamate into this overwhelming sensation that can only be described in one word, and that is fear.” Dr. Gojo walked off the podium and walked back towards the front row, where you were sitting.

“But that's not what you want. You want to know our opinions on fear.” Dr. Gojo, who has only been teaching at your university for the last 2 years, who is by far decades younger than all the professors in your faculty, who is closer to you in age than anyone who holds the same amount of degrees as him, and who has only ever looked impressed twice during lectures, currently looked quite impressed. 

“Yes. That's what I want to know.”

“In my opinion, sir, if we are speaking in terms of evolution, fear is a much-needed effect; it has helped us evolve into who we are today.” He raised his brows as you spoke, and the corners of his mouth tugged slightly upwards. “But I do not think the modern human, with their need to fear few things other than fellow humans themselves, needs to feel this emotion so intensely as we do.”

Dr. Gojo’s face fell in an instant. 

“Elaborate, please.”

Dr. Gojo’s facial expression as quickly recovered as they fell from your statement. But it did not go unnoticed by you. Even if the majority of the class were either too preoccupied or simply trying to avoid his gaze to not be picked out to answer a question, they all felt the tension when he asked you to elaborate on your answer. 

“Well, we have evolved so much that it is not really environmental threats that we fear, but abstract ideas, like hell and divine punishment or stuff—given we have no evidence of these things being real. When we should fear the people who use these things as an excuse to fearmonger for their own selfish gain.”

Dr. Gojo’s eyes lit up with something unrecognizable, something akin to the insanity that every scientist, doctor, researcher, and practitioner of sciences involving the human brain has, but they looked a little too inhumane.

“I don’t disagree with you, Ms. L/n; I just think you are missing the point.” 

“How so?”

“It is not that humans are not aware of these things you are mentioning. They simply choose to ignore it. There could be a murderer standing in front of you, and perhaps you would sense something off about him too, but you would at the end of the day choose to ignore his crazy eyes. Not because you are oblivious, but because you are afraid of the truth.”

Everything was so obviously in front of everyone’s eyes. He was hiding in plain sight. Yet no one knew until he chose to reveal himself to the world. That fact alone made you unbelievably furious.

He was always correct; he knew that too. 

You were terrified the day you opened your TV to find out Batman finally arrested the Scarecrow and found out it was none other than your former professor. Even on the day his case was assigned to you and you saw him waiting for you with a smile, waiting for his most venerable student, as he called you—to sit opposite him to apparently treat the one professor who left the most impact on you—you were terrified then too. He knew that too. 

You're still terrified of him to this day, even though it has been an entire year since you started seeing him in Arkham Asylum; you were still terrified every day to walk into that room and sit opposite him. Because every day he would sit there with the most gentle smile, empty eyes, and twitchy fingers; one slip of that mask, and even the guards appointed for your protection won't be able to do anything.

“Please, will you give me a straight answer, Dr. Gojo?”

Your frustration was starting to show. The first session isn't even over, and he is already getting under your skin. Deflecting every question with the precision of a professional well aware of how to navigate these things, it was hard to get any real answers.

“Like I've been saying, no need to be that formal; after all, you have always been the best student I ever taught. I might have been new to my job back then and quite young for it too, but I could tell you always had the potential for something great.”

His smile faltered for a moment, and it seemed like he finally blinked after ages. 

“I am just sad you chose to rot in…this place.” The smile came back on; it stretched further up until it formed these wrinkles around his eyes, which weren't as noticeable as they are now. His tone was full of disgust, making you question how he had even been working here all these years himself. But then again, he was not actually performing his duties, so it made sense.

“Alright… Satoru, will you answer me seriously?” 

You chose to 

“I do not see why not; please do your job.”

With a deep breath, you sat up in your seat and reached for your glass of water for the ninth time in an hour. There was barely any water left in that glass; you've never in your short career felt so much pressure taking up a case. 

You were naive enough to think things would get better after that day.

To answer in a few words—it did not in fact get easier. Every day it got worse and worse. He did not even take a week to figure out and dismantle all your techniques. It was bad enough he was your professor; he practically taught you half of these techniques, and the other half, he figured out with that sly, faux-innocent smile and those gentle eyes behind those glasses, which at one glance hid the emptiness in those eyes. 

The same face you did not think you would be seeing anytime soon after you dropped the case, not at least until he succumbed to his death under mysterious circumstances in the Arkham Asylum. There was no way you could have cracked the scarecrow; it is not that you did not try, you really did, but there was something sinister behind those blue empty eyes of his that in your entire career you have never had the misfortune of encountering something similar. Given his prior relationship with you, you should've known it was not going to be easy.

With a sigh you go back to paying attention to the food reheating in your microwave. As you zone out looking at the food, the blurry sound of the news on TV playing in the background pokes your ears.

‘BREAKING NEWS: THE SCARECROW HAS ESCAPED FROM THE ARKHAM ASYLUM! THE SCARECROW IS AT LARGE, AND THE AUTHORITIES CANNOT GET A HOLD ON HIM!’

Your heart sank into the pits of your empty stomach. Your exhausted body felt heavier somehow; it was a familiar feeling. The feeling of fear, fear of not the scarecrow or the villain terrorizing the city, but your former professor, Dr. Gojo. The professor, who always seemed the most terrifying while donning that gentle smile, was often seen sporting it. 

When the scarecrow’s identity was revealed, everyone was shocked to their core that someone like him could do that. You were not surprised; in fact, you felt reassured for feeling this sense of unsettling uncertainty about the man. It was never that he was weird to you; he was a great professor. He always took great interest in your answers, which stood out in comparison to others, whether good or bad. He has always been a good scientist, a good professor, and a good doctor—maybe too good at what he did, so the reality behind his mask never really slipped out. 

None of that means the emptiness behind those eyes never ran a chill down your spine. 

In this past year that you've come to know Dr. Gojo on a deeper level, you cannot really answer if you really have come to know him any more than what he has let you know. Whereas he has come to know you more than you even let on. It irks you to know how well that man can dismantle you with nothing more than one look. You have no idea why you've so many times ranted and told him the things you have or why, during late-night sessions, you've found comfort in that gentle smile that you secretly fear. And you have no intention of finding those answers, which is why you made up your mind to give up this job. 

You remember when you told him the very last day that you won't be showing up; he did not say anything, other than the fact that his smile finally faltered and did not come back. You had rambled a little giving a sloppy panicky explanation and practically ran out of the room. He did not say a word.

This is the first time you're seeing his face after a month; you did not think it'd be on the TV so soon. This sense of something unknown, something terrifying slowly engulfing your lungs—you did not know it'd be back again.

This was merely a case of paranoia; it's because of the news. It's because you were involved in this case in a way, but there's nothing to worry about; they'll get him sooner or later. Where is he going to even hide? And you of all people would be the least of his concerns. Why would he come for you? At least that's what you told yourself.

“Sorry, did I scare you?”

That's what you last heard him say before you passed out. There was no smell, but there was something heavier than the air in your apartment that went into your lungs and made everything hazy. You saw that familiar smile on his face; this time there was nothing gentle or tactful about it. It was the face of a man gone into the depths of pure insanity.

“It's about time you woke up, sweetheart.”

When your vision came to be, you found yourself blinking at a ceiling that was too high and a half-empty room that seemed to be nowhere nicer than a warehouse. The air smelled how places tend to smell when they are left by themselves for too long, like dust and now, the abandonment. You tried to move around but couldn't move anything more than your neck. You were laid on your back on a table, a surgical table to be precise, with your hands and legs bound tightly enough to keep you still but not enough to hurt you. Which made the wishful thought cross your mind: if he had done so intentionally. 

“Don't move too much, sweetheart; you might hurt yourself.” Yet when you heard his easy tone, it set in the distress that was initially lacking. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? WHY AM I HERE?” You shouted at the top of your lungs, knowing there were no explicable answers behind your questions. Despite your commotion, 

“Weren’t you the one who was supposed to figure that out? Gave up so easily, huh, Doc?” 

You did not know what to answer him; on one hand you were terrified, agitated and disgusted by him, and on the other hand you were glad to see him. Which just made you inadvertently feel more disgusted. 

“Just got bored without you around, princess.” There it was again, another one of those smiles that had nothing to do with his usual pretenses, something that stretched across his face and reached up to the corners of his eyes that was characteristically inconsistent.

“Are you so miserable that you can't help but make others feel that with you?” The humor in his voice was getting further under your skin, and he knew that very well as he did his best to continue to infuriate you.

“Hmm, good introspection. Well, you do not have to worry though; I will only drag you into my misery for eternity.” He did not react instantly after what you said. After saying those words, he paused for a few seconds to chuckle and continued. The delay in his reaction only made the weight of his words more eerie. 

“Everyone… Well, they don’t move me or fascinate me, so they can rot for all I care.” He walked slowly over to a side of the room, which was concealed by a huge shelf. 

“You're sick and beyond help!” As you finished, your throat started to close, the room started to get heavier, and something started creeping up from your gut and then upwards. It made you choke up, and the initial terror within you started intensifying by multiples of thousands. And when you saw him come back in your sight with a mask on his face, hiding everything but his empty blue eyes, you knew what was happing, and who you were now dealing with. Gone were your former professor, your patient, and Dr. Gojo; this is undeniably the scarecrow. 

“Old news, sweetheart. You don't have any accurate diagnosis for me?”

Perhaps you would have thrown a few diagnoses towards him if only you were not hyperventilating, fighting the tears pooling in your eyes, and trying not to succumb to the terrifying whispering sounds in the back of your mind. 

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He moved to another corner to fetch something, and meanwhile the heavy air started to clear out again, and it was breathable again. 

“So, how did that feel?” 

Satoru walked back over to where you were lying and leaned in while taking his mask off, and there was a twinkle in those empty blue eyes. For once he looked alive and interested in what was going on around him. He leaned over further until his face was hovering directly over your face. 

“How did fear taste?” His latex-glove-clad hands came to caress your face, and vulnerable from exposure to whatever gas it was that he flooded your senses with, you leaned into his touch. As you nuzzled into his cold touch, tears poured out of your eyes, and momentarily you felt safe in his hands. 

“Aw, you cryin’ sweetheart?” A scoffing laugh erupted from his throat, and distracted by the newfound glimmer in his eyes, you felt something cold and sharp on your collar. 

As you looked down, you saw his other hand holding a knife, sharp and well-kept enough to be catching the dim light in the room, being held at your collar. This time you did not need the gas to make you feel terrified, but this fear was different. Instead of making your heart race, it completely stopped it. The only sound you could hear was his breath against your ears. 

Satoru did not even look; he kept his face close to you, observing your eyes, the fear in them. He did not even look as he started to move his knife downwards, and your thin, worn-out t-shirt stood as no competition to his sharp blade as it started to tatter off of your body. As the knife started to go downwards and downwards, a part of you started to anticipate the feeling of the cold, sharp blade gliding off of your skin and tearing open your clothes. The knife, which might as well be considered a dagger, went from your collarbone to your chest, down your belly, and up to your belly button, leaving not even a single scratch.

“Oops!” He said mockingly as his hand went further down to tear open your shorts with a single sharp flick of the wrist, and then only briefly did the blade lift off of your body. It was then you somehow felt this disappointment settle in the pit of your stomach, which confused you. 

“How cute sweetheart, no bra and such cute panties, all for me?” 

Before you could say anything, his hand that was on the side of your face moved swiftly to shove those latex-covered fingers inside your mouth. It hit the roof of your mouth and then pushed your tongue flat in your mouth, making your jaw go slack and eyes go blurry. 

“You feel that? This is my most well-kept knife; I carefully sharpened it. All for you.” Without being able to answer, you just looked up at him as he traced the knife a few times over your thighs. Almost breaking skin, almost pouring blood, but he did not. The knife flattened over your skin, and his fingers dug deeper down your mouth as you shrieked up to feel the cold metal of the knife being pressed against your abdomen. Then he used that knife to flick off the tattered panties, so now you lie naked under him.

 Without another word, he started to move downwards, with both his now empty hands gliding over your body. Squeezing your tits, pinching the nipples in a manner that the latex burns on your skin. He continued to move downwards until he was between your legs and freed them from the restraint, and your natural reaction was to close them. 

“Hmm, do I need a permit, sweetheart?”

You simply looked at him with glassy eyes, half stirred up enough to open your legs eagerly and half confused between the mix of embarrassment and horror.

“We do not have much time, and if you must know, I am not really that nice to be asking you twice.” Despite his warning, when you did not open your legs, he forcibly parted them open, and his eyes descended from your face to between your legs, where you could already feel something wet and slippery despite your best attempts. 

“Oh, are you not the most beautiful thing ever? I only noticed when i saw you in that damned asylum; that is my mistake, of course. ” With a vivid grin on his face, entirely insane-looking, he moved closer to your core. 

“Stop! I—”

“Yes, you are quite wet—oh, my apologies—I mean eager; I can see that.” 

Another chuckle, and you can feel his latex-gloved fingers tracing your pussy like he turns the delicate crisp edges of a new book. He moved around his fingers in every crevice except for where they needed to be, tracing lazy circles and pinching your clit like he had all the time in the world, and this was not the same man warning you about the limited time you two had. And just when you thought this might be going longer, you looked down to see him tilt his head and open his mouth like a snake warding off a threat; he slithered his tongue out and let his spit drip down all over you. The warm substance slipped down the curve and folds of your cunt to your ass, and just as you gathered yourself to not let a sound peep out of you, you felt something warmer over your folds. 

“Ahhh—” you inadvertently moaned as Dr. Gojo’s tongue licked a strip from your hole up to your clit. It is not that you did not have anything to say; you were just afraid you did not have anything to say that would discourage him. Especially when he looked like he had no intention of prying off the tight grip your thighs had on his head. In fact, if he died like so, between your legs, crushed by your thighs and breathless, that death would be more akin to heaven than rotting in Arkham Asylum. 

As his languid movements became more sharp and precise, as his tongue slithered into your hole along with two fingers, which were somehow no longer gloved, you threw your head back and let the whimpers and grunts pour out without much resistance.

“What a pretty slut you are, Doctor, all for me?” 

“Fuck, yes—I am, yes, sir.”

Your words came out in fragments, and he scoffed out a chuckle as he pulled your legs up on his shoulders and sat up on the table. With one gloved hand he swiftly opened up his pants and got rid of his shirt. Anticipation started boiling up in the pit of your stomach. Noticing your hopeful eyes and the drool gathering on the side of your lips, he took his sweet time to just rub the head of his hard and flushed cock over your folds. Making a mess out of both of you. 

“Just—just do it—please!”

“Aw, impatient girls get punished; you do know that, don’t you? You are a smart girl; of course you do.”

You knew he was mocking; he was making fun of your precarious situation, but you were left a desperate mess. That's all. All you knew right now in this very moment that you wanted Dr. Gojo to fuck you however he liked, and you wanted that right this instant. 

“No, no, I—I just—I just want you.” 

“Me? The wanted criminal at large?” He pointed a finger at himself while jutting out his eyes comically.

“YES! Yes, yes, for fuck’s sake, yes!”

“Not a very model citizen of Gotham City, are you? Batman would be sooo disappointed.” He leaned down with his face inches close to you and shoved himself all the way in without a warning or a moment for you to breathe.

“T—too much  fuck,”

“Quite the filthy mouth on you, sweetheart. Do you speak to all your patients with that mouth?” He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and left a heavy sigh. Then he looked up and came inches close to your lips and said, “Or am I special?”

“I must be. Always noticed how you looked at me in classes, loved whenever you raised your hand. Everything you ever said I could just never agree with, but you never ceased to fascinate me with your answers.”

His lips were practically on yours, and every word he said was incoherent to you. 

“Also saw how you looked at me in that cell. Must say—fuck—I never thought I would find a lovestruck cute puppy like you so attractive.” You lifted your head up as much as you could to place his lips on yours, but he quickly pulled up while tutting with faux disappointment.

“So impatient, Doctor; that is not how you treat a patient!”

Just as he ended his sentence, his hips pulled away and came down with a heavy thrust. With sharp and precise thrusts, he starts looking for the spot that he knew would drive you over to insanity, exactly where he was waiting for you. 

“Please—fuck, I—ughhh—too fast—”

“Shut up.” He responded with a smile and no politeness; the front of his hair was clinging to his forehead, and you could see his shoulders flex. Without his glasses the bags under his eyes were much clearer up close. “Make up your mind, won’t you, because I am clearly not the person to be held responsible.”

Your hands clutch at the edge of the table for dear life as the table starts to shake with each intense thrust. And he simply laughs at you trying to kiss him with your eyes squeezed close and whimpers slipping past them with ease. As soon as you give up your pathetic attempts, he dives in with the fervor and precision of a man who, with his meticulous hands and observant eyes, terrorized the city for years. And it took just that to finally drive you over the edge and have you cum all over him as your legs fell from his shoulders to his side.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, I-ughhh-shit!”

“Aw, lost your smart words, Doctor?”

Despite his precise hips that could find and pound you exactly where it drove you crazy, his kiss was sloppy. Not in a bad way, just messy and wet for a lack of a clearer description. His tongue was the greediest thing you have ever met, and it wanted to explore every inch of your mouth. 

“You know what I am going to do with you? I am going to keep you with me. I love the way fear looks on you, sweetheart. Who else but me will cherish you like you deserve, hm?”

His thrusts started getting sloppier and lost the consistency.  You knew he was getting closer, but you could not bother with anything; you were high on post-orgasm and basically left like a blob of jelly to anything. Just as you felt his throbbing cock spasm, he took it out quickly out of you and started to pump it rapidly. You disappointedly stared at him with your half-lidded eyes. His face was contorted with focus and desperation, an expression you never thought you'd have the pleasure to see on his face. It was a new high in itself to see Satoru pump his own cock aimed at you until the veins in his arms started to jut and ropes of white liquid shot at you.

Everything landed exactly on different parameters of your body: face, tits, stomach, and abdomen. Everywhere he exactly wanted it. 

If, according to the judgement of the court and masses, he was a sinful, insane criminal, the sight of you must be what puts a person on death row. 

“Oh… look at you…”

There was that twinkle in his eyes again. The one you only saw when he was in the face of fear, but right now there was nothing as such, but only you covered in his cum under him that had the shine in his eyes that made him look alive. One of his hands came to gently caress your face, then he moved slightly to the side and unfastened both of your wrists, then pulled you up off the table and sat you on his lap. With his twitchy cock still buried within your walls. 

“Are we…not done?”

“We are far from done, sweetheart.”

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a/n: art by @/hhaet2_ , dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/omi-resources MRI scan is random from google, shitty edit by yours truly.

The blood could be an animal, right? And maybe you were just scaring yourself, but the lack of even a distant birdsong or the buzz of an insect had been apparent the moment you approached the mysterious fog.

But the sudden sniffle that echoed was human.

“Look James!” you called out, stepping over broken glass. “I know you’re in here! I wanna get out of here before dark, so let’s do this the easy way!”

More shuffling, like someone was scrambling away. Then, a loud creek, followed by a thud. You took a deep breath before pivoting off the rotting doorframe and into the room. You focused your line of sight on the man you were hunting, who was trying his best to crawl out of the window silently.

“Stop!” you hissed, cocking your revolver with your finger on the trigger.

That didn’t seem to bother the man. “You ain't really gonna shoot me!” he retorted, not even bothering to turn around, still occupied with trying to peel the wooden planks off the largest window in the room.

So you helped, aiming for the plank hanging loosely above him. The pop of your revolver was loud, but you didn’t flinch. That was only a warning shot, a warm-up. Next time you would not miss.

“Shit!” he cursed, jumping away with his hands raised up to protect his head. The board collided with the floor, sending dust and particles of chipped paint into the air, slightly illuminated by the sun's beams poking through the cracks of the windows.

He coughed.

“Let’s go!” you barked, gun still steady. “I’m taking you back to the station, hopefully uninjured.”

“Hell no!” he shot back. “I’m not going back to that place.”

“Don’t be stupid,” you sighed. “We're in the middle of nowhere, you have no transportation, food or water. It’s gonna be nightfall soon, and this clearly isn’t the safest place to in.” As you took a step closer to him, you were able to see the blood splattered on his sleeve and pants. “And, you’re bleeding…”

When he moved, his sleeve lifted to reveal a thick slash across his wrist.​

“How did you get that?”

“Crawled through a window and now I'm crawling back out this way.”

“No, you’re coming with me,” you replied with gritted teeth, reaching into your bag and pulling out a pair of handcuffs, jostling them in front of his face. “I won’t cuff you if you just follow me out of here.”

A sound you couldn’t identify reverberated down the hallway behind you.

“Fine,” he said reluctantly, almost as on edge as you. For a moment, you both relaxed.

With your eyes still on him, you patted him down for any weapons.

“I don’t have anything, bitch,” he practically spat.

“Shouldn’t have jumped bail and we wouldn’t be here, would we?” you shot back, rolling your eyes. It just makes him more guilty. You wanted to say. He obviously killed his poor wife.

Irritated and in your own head, it took you a moment to realize that distant sirens began to roar to life, louder with each second that passed, causing you to freeze in place.

“The hell is that?” he asked, backing away from you.

“Don’t know,” you rushed in response, grabbing his collar and pulling him back into the hallway before he could move another inch.

But as you forced him forward in front of you toward the marked entrance from which you came, the light from outside was disappearing unnaturally fast. It was as if you had crossed an invisible threshold, a point of no return that sealed your fate within the ominous walls of the building. Suddenly alert, you noticed that the walls on either side started to decay in front of your eyes, billowing into what seemed like embers from a campfire.

“What the fuck,” you whispered, redrawing your gun from your holster.

It seemed like the entire foundation of the building groaned to life.

Suddenly, in front of you, as the last bit of daylight faded, you saw something pierce through the floor. A blade bigger than your entire body. It slashed across the floor from below, melting the foundation into lava from mere contact with the blade.

Before you could even think of your next move, a terrified scream escaped you as the floor gave out, sending you and your fugitive to the ground below.

You slammed against a metal grate, almost knocking the wind out of your lungs. You coughed, quickly rising to your feet, although unsteady. It was dim, but manageable, and you still had your gun, which you held onto tightly.

As your vision focused, what you saw across the pathway almost made your heart stop.

James was standing in front of you, clutching his arm that was now clearly broken from the impact.

“What’s going on!” he demanded of you.

“Shut up!” you hissed, your free hand clutching the railing beside you. Swallowing hard, you gained the courage to peek over it and down to the lower levels. It appeared that you were in some sort of abandoned factory.

Steam billowed up from below. What you saw through the holes in the floor was something you couldn’t explain.

Zombies, or demons, souls of the damned—you didn’t know. What you could configure, though, was that you were completely and utterly fucked. You were trapped in some sort of domain from the outside world. You’d never been religious, but you had a strong inclination that you were the farthest you would ever be from heaven.

Trying to find some sort of exit, you glanced up to where you had fallen from. And as if on queue, the sound of grinding metal screeched above the hellish noises from below.

Heavy footsteps shook the platform you’d found protection on. It was slow, as if it were stalking its prey.

From around the corner, a man stumbled into view. Behind him was the cause of the screeching, a large metal sword that was at least half the size of his massive body.

Your eyes widened, the breath leaving your lungs. Four arms accompanied his gigantic build, his face covered by a hideous, painful-looking pyramid helmet. His pale skin was covered in symbolic tattoos that you couldn't make sense of.

“What the fuck….” You heard James whisper. “What the fuck is that!”

You were paralyzed with fear, only watching with panicked breaths, and the grip you had on your gun loosened. But behind it all, you saw smeared symbols above the doorway. Kanji that spelled out a name—Sukuna.

Each step the creature took was jagged, unsteady, and twitching.

But somehow, it was quick, and it advanced on James, who stood paralyzed with you. At the last possible second, James turned around and tried to flee, but he wasn't fast enough. Helplessly, you watched as the creature raised the sword before slicing it through his shoulder, cutting his arm clean off.

Blood spurted, and a yelp of agony escaped James’s mouth as he locked eyes with you, just as the creature’s four arms wrapped around his torso.

A shrill scream tore from your throat as you watched James get ripped apart. Blood splattered everywhere. On your body, your clothes, across the walls. Dead in a quick, singular motion.

Weakly, you stumbled back, gasping for air.

“S-Stop!” you yelled, remembering that you had your pistol. ​

The man, the creature, whatever he was, only ripped his blade from the ground as James’s mangled corpse squelched against the grate platform, his blood seeping through the holes and down below. His eyes were still wide, bulging, and lifeless. And the creatures wandering below screeched with glee from the rain of blood and flesh that was now their dinner.

Utterly helpless, you cocked your pistol and unloaded it. Most of the bullets ricocheted off his helmet, but some of them made contact with his torso.

A loud groan escaped him, but he trudged on. The bullet-shaped hole bubbled a deep ember before the skin around it began to close up. Your last bullet made contact with the mouth slit on his abdomen. And what you presumed to be a laugh shuddered through him before the tongue licked up the blood splattered across his skin.

And then he spat the bullet out.

It clattered against the metal flooring before falling through the cracks.

In fear, you whimpered, instinctively pushing down on the trigger even though you were drawing blanks. You continued to back up until your back collided against the end of the hallway. Behind you was a bolted metal door that you knew was impossible to pry open.

Heaved breaths made your chest rise and fall, and you glanced up for any escape. A ladder, a pipe, anything. But you found none. He continued to advance, moving in a trance-like state.

Fatigued, you gave up and sank to the ground, feeling as if you could cry even though no tears escaped your wide, bleary eyes.

You blinked—and he was there. Right in front of you. His muscles contorted as he forced the blade back up into the air. You felt the weight, the promise of your upcoming death.

“PLEASE!” you screamed, tossing your empty gun to the ground. “I'll do anything!”

There was a moment of silence, a tangible pause where your words hung in the air. You looked at the creature, your heart pounding, waiting for its reaction, the echoes of desperation filling the space between you. The power had shifted with your plea, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

The blade stopped mid-air, before colliding so forcefully with the ground beside you that it cut through the iron flooring. Sparks flew as the atmosphere dispersed, and the air it created made your hair blow over your shoulders.

Panting, you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Anything?”

You realized your mistake immediately, but you were desperate. You didn’t want to die, so yes, you would do anything. Whatever it took to survive this prison, curse, or false reality. Whatever it was didn’t matter, for you were already face-to-face with pure evil incarnate.

This was your punishment. For being careless, for wandering to places you shouldn’t have been in.

“Please, I haven’t done anything wrong!” you exasperatedly pleaded, opening your eyes to look at him. But he had no eyes.

It was then you came to the brutal realization. You should’ve never come here.

With a moment to scan your surroundings, your gaze flickered behind the creature to the remnants of your fugitive. Bits and pieces painted across the walls, fresh blood still in the process of dripping off the ceiling, with heaps of bone and brain matter to accompany it. Complete annihilation from one motion.

There was absolutely no doubt that this deity would surely do the same to you.

The strength this creature had was immeasurable. From just one look, you understood that this predator was the top of the food chain. You were so afraid that you began to feel nothing at all. How could you, under the hidden gaze of such an unfeeling executioner? A wickedness that festered until he became the very deity he despised. A retribution.

“To assume you are without evil is dangerous.”

“I’m not!” you replied firmly, somehow, as your eyes searched for the source of his voice.

Your eyes fell upon his torso again, where you found that freakish mouth just above the cloth that covered the rest of him. It felt ancient, frozen from a time long ago.

“I promise…” You trailed off, going mute at the full sight of him. It made no sense at all. But did anything ever really?

The being, the one you thought to be Sukuna, towered over you, silent and still. His head only tilted slightly as you apprehensively rose back to your feet. He divided the blade into the flooring behind him, allowing you a moment to defend yourself.

"H-He was my target..." You managed to speak, your knees feeling like they would buckle underneath you. "I was never supposed to be here... T-That wasn't my end." But as these words left your lips, you realized that the proper punishment was confronting the inner demon of your pride, that insatiable thirst to outdo your own limits, which now seemed to exploit your vulnerability.

A deep breath, as if he was smelling you, rattled through his helmet.

“Yes,” he responded darkly. He took another step until his helmet almost touched your nose. “But your body is too magnificent to waste.”

Though you couldn't see his face, you could still feel his eyes all over you.

The atmosphere had shifted.

You felt exposed, like a prey animal finally cornered by a predator. It all finally made sense to you. His purpose, your punishment. Your desires and lustful nature as a human. You knew there was no escape, but there was something about him you couldn’t shake, couldn’t deny.

The second you realized what was happening was the moment you lost control. A sudden haze consumed you, a poison that might have a cure.

The cure was standing before you.

“W-What do you mean by that?” you whispered despite the chaos from below.

“If not your life, something else must be taken from you,” he replied, his lower arms reaching for your waist, the mouth on his stomach widening in a sinister smile, tongue sliding over its lips. “Or you will never leave this place.”

Your chest heaved again, unable to resist the lustful shudder that vibrated down your spine. It was as if he knew how to touch you, as if he could see into your soul, tracing the edges of your darkest desires and the weight of your past sins.

There was something you could offer.

“My virginity,” you gulped.

“Ah, a virgin,” he quipped. His rough, calloused hands trailed down your sides, studying your skin. “Just how I like it.”

“It can be yours, Sukuna…”

He stilled slightly, like the utterance of his name had power over him.

At the first sign of his hesitation, you slowly reached your hand out and touched his helmet. The moment you did so, a vision from the past overtook you. You saw him, what he looked like as a human. The horrible acts he committed a long time ago, as if he personally stoked Satan's hellfire and relished in it.

A divine retribution shackled him there. Forever cursed to live in a domain between realms, though he may not consider it a curse in the way you did. This man craved bloodshed, an act unprecedented in its scale to modern times.

This couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be real. But he was touching you, and you were touching him. And you liked it. In whatever sick and twisted way to classify it. Regardless, you had no other options, as this was the only path forward.

​And without another word from either of you, Sukuna slung you over his shoulder in one effortless movement. His other two arms tore the blade from the floor and dragged it behind you.

​

⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎

​

It all happened so fast. Sukuna had brought you inside a private chamber and set you down on a cold, metal table. Your surroundings were dim, and you couldn't make out much besides the rattling of the chains he’d strapped your wrists and ankles down with. Your body lay bare and exposed to him, your clothes long discarded into a heap by the locked front door.

The position he had you in made your breasts perk and thighs apprehensively press together. There was enough room to shift slightly, but not much.

No, you knew he wanted you to be powerless. And he wanted you to take all of him.

You were no longer scared, only intrigued at what he would provide. Something you would never be able to experience again. With the promise of your release after, one that seemed genuine enough, you would endure the massive size you sensed he was hiding.

“Are the chains necessary?” you asked, biting down on your lip as he rounded the table to where your ankles were.

“Of course,” he replied, loosening the chains slightly before spreading your legs apart, eager to see your untainted, virgin pussy.

The cold air caused you to whine, and your pussy clenched around nothing. The view caused a hum of satisfaction to rumble through him before the slash of his mouth on his torso parted.

“She’s eager,” he rumbled, before the tongue from his belly flickered across your folds.

In response, your eyes widened and your back arched against the table. Two of his arms forced both of your legs down, while a third reached for your clit, pressing his thumb down harshly.

“S-Sukuna...” You exhaled shakily, feeling his tongue push your folds apart.

His monstrous tongue began to circle your clit before moving down to your hole and thrusting inside impatiently. There was no time to prepare; no, he didn’t care about that. It was rare for a woman as beautiful as you to find her way down here.

And he was going to indulge how he pleased.

“F-Fuck!” you cursed in a whimper, mouth hanging open as you felt him enter you. It was so wet, and you couldn’t focus on anything but his motions. In and out, up and down, swirling and probing.

It felt euphoric, your whines and whimpers bouncing off the tiled walls like a prayer to the deity unwinding you. And your body was the sole offering.

His hands pawed at your breasts, twisting and pulling at your nipples every time you jolted up from the table from the pressure.

It didn’t take you long to orgasm, a cry of ecstasy escaping your throat as you released.

You were engorged, dripping, and swollen just from his tongue alone.

​”Hah-” you whined, legs still shaking and rattling the cuffs that held your ankles against the table.

His chuckle of satisfaction filled the room.

“Good girl,” Sukuna hummed, leaning back to untie the robe hanging around his waist.

A whimper left your lips when your bleary eyes fell to his two cocks that hung inches from your spread entrance.

“W-Won't fit…” You muttered weakly, already spent from a singular orgasm. You’d never even felt one cock inside of you, let alone two.

“A proper punishment then,” he quipped, one of his tips pushing into your folds. “Though this might be your favorite one.”

A cackle of satisfaction filled the room as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the length agonizingly stretch your walls until it was impossible to go further. He was massive and relentless, barely giving your virgin cunt a moment to adjust before he pulled entirely back out.

And then he slammed back in.

Your back arched, and your hands curled into fists, wishing they could grab onto something for support. It only hurt for a moment, but your pussy was already so wet that he probed in with ease.

Watching you struggle against him made Sukuna grunt with satisfaction. ​

He worked you well, wholly focused on his own pleasure, one of his hands pumping his other cock as he watched you orgasm again, your hole widening, desperate for more.

“You like it,” he groaned, teasing your already abused hole with his other tip.

“Y-Yes...” you babbled, whining and whimpering with a pleasure you didn’t know was possible.

“Good little human,” he said, tongue flicking out again to slobber over your engorged hole before he pushed his second cock inside you.

Crying out, you were a stuttering mess from the newfound size. Your body twitched, and you bit down on your lip to stifle a scream. But he heard you, and to him, it was beautiful. For that, he granted you a few, slow strokes before unleashing his punishment.

The pounding came next, over and over again, to the point where you swore you could see stars. Sukuna was huge, fucking you until your moans were mixing with his. The sound of your squelching pussy was the only other sound louder than your cries as you took this creature fully, as his two cocks slammed against your cervix.

"S-shit!" you cried, climbing higher and higher, your walls constricting, building. "I can't take it—ah—yes!" you choked out, unable to control yourself from the relentless pace, from his unyielding cock.

Sukuna didn’t know that he was capable of feeling such satisfaction, but the way you struggled, yet clung to him, made him quickly unravel.

“Take it,” he demanded, not slowing his pace or relenting, helping you ride out your high before he was going to throw you into another body-shaking orgasm.

"So big," you sobbed, tears clouding your vision, the sound of his skin slapping against your now-drenched pussy causing blood to pound louder in your ears.

You could barely breathe, with his hand gravitating towards your slim neck, wrapping his thick digits around it, and choking you. You were completely and utterly drunk on the stretch of his cocks, as he fucked the breath from your lungs. The chains that shackled your wrists swayed with each thrust, and the table creaked with each powerful snap of his hips.

“Fuck–oh–Sukuna!” Another cry was loudly called into the night, as you came again. It was hard. Violent. Sukuna watched as your entire body shuddered, your legs trembling as you squirted against him.

You wouldn’t be able to take another round, and he knew that. It made him unload inside your pussy, claiming it as his to any other deity that dared entrap you. His juices filled you completely. Spilling out on the table and on your glistening torso.

​“You took me well, little human.” You heard him compliment before your grasp on reality started to crumble away. Weakly, you tilted your head up and watched him unclasp the cuffs around your wrists.

Once you were free, you reached up to him again. Your fingers brushing against the underside of his helmet. Not as a thank you, but as a reminder that this wasn’t a dream.

“If you ever want more, you know where to find me,” Sukuna’s final words echoed through your mind as you passed out.

⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎

Jolting awake with a loud gasp, you realized you were tucked in the corner of a ditch beside your police car. The driver’s side door was open with the key in the ignition, the alarm beeping, and the hazards blinking. Instinctively, you weakly reached behind you and patted against your gun, tightly placed back in your belt.

You blinked away the grogginess, glancing down to find yourself fully clothed. But there was a remnant of the sin you'd just partaken in. Light bruises on your wrists.

When you shifted, your shirt lifted, and you saw the same indications on your sides, almost in the shape of Sukuna's large hands. Your abdomen ached, but in a good way. A deep blush set your face on fire. So, it was real.

That did actually happen.

As you steadied yourself, you smelled something peculiar—a faint scent of sulfur, a stark reminder of the infernal encounter you'd lived through.  

Searching for it, you reached into your coat pocket and found a bullet. Tarnished and strangely warped, like a token that persisted through a dream meant to be forgotten.

A strange weight settled in your chest, the bullet symbolizing the moral cost of your desperate plea for survival.

​But you were alive. The deal had reached fruition.

“Miss! Miss? Are you alright?” A voice made you turn to the road.

A young man jumped down into the ditch close to you, holding out his hand. He had pink hair and a worried look in his eyes.

You only stared at him, tilting your head. “What happened?” you asked him.

“I don't know,” he said before slowly helping you to your feet. You stumbled into him, but he only held you there cautiously. “I drove up here to find you lying in this ditch. Did you crash?”

“I-I can’t remember,” you lied.

But you glanced behind your shoulder at that thick wall of fog before turning back to the kind young man.

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But waiting in the middle of your room was a box.

Senku blinked, scratching the back of his neck. “The hell? Did we invent Amazon while I wasn’t looking?”

You picked up the note card taped to the top, reading aloud: “Have an exciting birthday night! ~Gen :D”

Your eyes flicked to Senku. He was frowning, but there was a hint of amusement tugging at his mouth. “That bastard…”

You both pried open the box—and froze.

Inside was… an entire set. Ropes, cuffs, blindfolds, silk ribbon, even a feather or two. Your face heated instantly. Senku just stared, lips parting in genuine shock for once.

Then the two of you looked at each other and burst out laughing, why did your best friend have to be such a pervert? 

“Well,” you said slowly, fingers brushing over the ropes, “that’s… an idea.”

Senku snorted. “Tch. Gen, that freak. Leave it to him to use your birthday to project his weird fantasies onto you.”

But the image hit you suddenly—Senku, sprawled across your bed, wrists tied neatly with crimson ribbon, looking up at you with that stubborn smirk faltering into need. You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach.

Senku noticed instantly. His eyes narrowed. “Oi. Don’t look at me like that.”

You grinned. “What if I want to try it? What if I want you tied up, just once?”

His flush was instant, painting high on his cheekbones. “…The hell kind of birthday gift is that for you?”

You stepped closer, tugging at his shirt collar playfully. “The kind where I get to unwrap you.”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Shit. You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

A few minutes of whispered coaxing (and maybe a little kissing along his neck) and Senku finally gave in, muttering, “This is just a science experiment, yes.”

⸻

He sat on the bed, shirt already discarded, glaring halfheartedly as you looped the silk rope around his wrists. His long fingers twitched but he didn’t resist. In fact, the sharp inhale he made when you cinched the knot said a lot.

“You good?” you asked softly, brushing your thumb across his knuckles.

He rolled his eyes, but his voice came out lower, rougher. “Yeah. Keep going.”

The more you bound him—the handcuffs binding his wrists above his head, the ribbon across his chest, the way you spread his legs with a quick knot to the bedframe—the more his usual smug composure crumbled. By the time you straddled him, Senku looked absolutely wrecked and you hadn’t even touched him properly yet.

“Damn…” you breathed, taking in the sight. “Gen might’ve been onto something.”

He gave a shaky laugh, tugging uselessly at the restraints. “Don’t let him hear that. I’ll never live it down.”

Then you kissed him—deep, slow, until he melted against the bindings. His body arched, desperate for more, his usual snark reduced to muffled moans against your mouth. When you pulled back, Senku chased your lips, whining softly, the sound shooting straight to your core.

“Look at you,” you teased, rolling your hips against his. “You’re usually so in control… and now you’re completely at my mercy.”

His answering groan was nothing short of sinful. “Fuck. You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Mm, maybe.” You let your hand trail down his chest, nails grazing his skin until he shivered. “But you are too.”

“Mm, maybe.” He didn’t deny it. Couldn’t. Not when his body betrayed him, blood flowing down to his hardened cock, legs straining against the ropes, eyes glazed with a mix of defiance and need.

You leaned back down to ghost your lips over his, kissing ever so gently. You pulled back when he started to lean into it, denying him and drawing another whine from his throat. 

Your hands rub up and down his slight frame, trailing softly over his abs. Your hips rolled and grind against his growing erection, prompting him to lift his pelvis and beg for you.

"Looks like you’re enjoying it, didn’t I have to beg you to do this?" You cooed as his needy cock rubbed against your soaked panties. His eyes rolled back, the friction your grinding provides teasing him. 

"W-well this is just a combination of adrenaline and—," his scientific rant was cut off when you grabbed the gag lying on your bed and put it over his mouth. 

Every time you had sex with him he’d always treat it like a science experiment, it never bothered you since you thought it was cute—but this time you just wanted to fuck without it turning into a lecture.

"No science this time." You continued to grind against him, leaning forward once more to nip and suck at his bottom lip.

“Ph-ulease!” Senkus whined, the sound muffled by the gag.

"Quiet now," you rubbed your hands up and down his chest, dragging your nails along his skin. You enjoyed the way it rises and falls with his eager breaths. A needy moan breaks through him as his crimson orbs roll back and a growl rumbles in his throat.

You smiled coyly and pull your panties to the side. You hear a sharp inhale as Senku’s eyes widen in anticipation. Lowering your hips you lightly rub your wet slit along the head of his twitching cock. Another moan escaped him immediately and his back arched off the bed. 

"Darling, be still now..." you purred.

Senku groaned and just lets his body rest into the sheets as you continue teasing him. Each time you let him inside you a little he bucked forward, just to have you pull away. You whispered in his ear, naughty words that sent his mind reeling and his heart hammering against his ribcage.

And when you finally sank down onto him, he lost it—head falling back, a loud, broken moan tearing from his throat. His hips jerked, trying to thrust up into you, but the bindings held him down. You set the pace, slow and deliberate, watching him unravel under you.

Slowly bouncing on his hardened cock, you leaned down to remove the gag so you could hear his needy voice again. “Now you can be as loud as you want— just no science.”

“Okay, no science, my darling.” He looked into your eyes, lips trembling, his warm breath hitting your face before you leaned down to suck on his neck. 

Each roll of your hips had him cursing, begging, voice raw with need. “Gods—please, more—fuck, faster—”

You went back to kissing his swollen lips, swallowing his desperate sounds as you rode him harder. He tugged at the ropes until his wrists burned, but he couldn’t stop moaning into your mouth, couldn’t stop trembling beneath you as you pushed him closer and closer.

“Ah- I’m close, baby stop so I can pull out.” He cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Nodding, you slid out and sat on his chest, you quickly undid his handcuffs letting his hands be free to roam your body. Then you turned around, stroking his twitching cock in your hands. You licked his dripping flushed tip before putting it in your mouth, making him let out a loud whimper at the sudden sensation. You take him deeper inside your mouth, almost gagging on it, when you feel hands squeezing your thighs.

Senku has grabbed your thighs so your heat was now rubbing against his lips. With a few quick strokes of your clit, he begins making out with your cunt. He holds you down tighter, pressing your cunt right up close to his face. His tongue laves at your sensitive bundle of nerves, twirling around it, teasing it with tiny flitting motions and then overwhelming you with a harsh suck. You keep sucking his cock, hollowing your cheeks and rhythmically rising and falling. More needy whimpers fall from both your lips.

The two of you were already close so it was only a matter of time before you’d come undone. When he finally came, it was with a strangled cry, body arching helplessly against the restraints. His whole body shakes as he shoots ropes of white into your mouth, and you swallow. You followed quickly after, your juices dripping down his chin as you moan loudly before collapsing against his chest, both of you trembling and breathless.

⸻

Later, after you’d untied him and got cleaned up, Senku buried his face in your shoulder, hair tickling your cheek.

“Happy birthday, darling,” he muttered, voice still hoarse.

You giggled, kissing the top of his head. “Best present ever.”

He groaned. “Yeah, yeah. But don’t you dare let Gen find out he was right.”

“Darling I—”

“Love you, right? Me too, happy birthday.” He smiled before gently kissing your cheek.

♟️a/n

20/10/25

2000 words

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Doubt still stewed in your brain until your neighbor, Riko – a sweet middle school girl that you sometimes would babysit – was the most recent victim. The poor girl had stayed up 4 nights straight before finally drifting off to sleep, only to be found in her bed unalived.

You had seen her body slumped over on the gurney through your window – the cover barely on her. The wheels hitting a rock making her head drape to the side. Hiding behind the fence bordering your homes, because got curious, you had heard the whispers that the coroners and police were confused because it appeared as if she was shot through the head.

But there was no gun residue whatsoever. She just had a perfectly bullet sized hole in her head that had no possible explanation except for being her cause of death. It was as if some phantom shot and ended her life with a ghost rifle in her sleep.

Nothing made sense anymore in your town.

However, instead of nightmares for you though, around the same time this supposed dream killer became something you have been experiencing these vivid wet dreams.

Before this you never really had them but now it’s as if you wake up soaking wet every single morning, cunt throbbing in need, already on the verge of release. Even the desperate rolling of your fingers on your clit never satisfies the ache that the wet dream left you anymore.

Whatever is consuming your dreams has sunk its claws into your actual sex life, tanking it and only leaving you needy and frustrated. Pent up for almost a month, desperate to finally be fucked by anyone to satisfy the flame inside your guts.

The first wet dream was during one of Yaga’s lecture’s as you began to doze off into what you thought was a daydream from the monotone background noise of your professor speaking. 

A large calloused hand crept around your throat from behind while the other snaked its way up your pleated skirt into your panties. Filthy whispers filled your ears instead of the lecture happening in front of you. Small rough circles on your twitchy little clit have your thighs squeezing together around the hand, keeping it there. You try to turn your head to see the man doing this to you but the hand around your throat quickly cups your chin. Forcing your gaze to not be able to look back. It felt so vivid, until you were snapped out of it. 

Your classmate Yuki poked you with a pencil giving you a look of “you good?” Your face flushed deeper and you quickly nodded, trying to keep your mind off the fact you were soaking your baby pink cotton panties with arousal.

“Sorry I was daydreaming. The lecture is going on a little long. And I didn’t get much sleep last night because of studying.” You murmured trying to explain it away. You had giggled to not appear suspicious. 

It was successful, because with that Yuki had smiled and nodded in agreement like she had understood. I mean it wasn’t a total lie – you had been studying all the night before and this lecture was a long and boring one. But you couldn’t exactly tell your peer that instead of a daydream you were having a wet dream during a lecture on Pavlov's theory.

The other dreams thankfully were in your home where they could play out for longer. But every time you thought you would finally be able to see a glimpse of the man's face doing this to you, your jaw would be forced to look forward.

“Can I please see your face?” You gasp out during a thrust of his fingers.

“No.” The gruff voice purrs in your ear. His voice is like a prayer to your ears. Rough with time but still with undertones of being honey smooth and soft. You craved to hear him talk to you more, infatuated by the sound of him. But it’s always one word responses that are few and far between.

His movements are always rough but even so they are slow and deliberate. In this dream, the trail of kisses he leaves travel down the expanse of the back of your neck. A sharp nip at your shoulders. But before you can cum on his thick fingers you are jolted awake. Soaked and throbbing but rolling your fingers on your clit is no use. Nothing satisfies how those wet dreams leave you.

While everyone else your age is actively looking for a solution to avoid falling asleep because they are terrified of being murdered in their slumber – you are doing the exact opposite. Instead looking into any sleep agent you could find. ZzzQuil didn’t help as much as you had hoped for, but it made the dreams feel more real. You could make up more aspects of him. A flash of raven hair to his beefy biceps and even his thick work-worn fingers. But you already knew that from feeling them, inside you? You aren’t sure if you could really call it inside you if it is from a dream but your pussy sure feels like it’s been filled even after you wake up. Clenching still, even though it’s around nothing. 

Another sleep medicine induced dream from the other night you swore you saw a glove with knife-like-claws in it – in your peripheral vision. Half haphazardly thrown in the corner of your dream, like he took it off in a haste to see you. But you quickly disregarded it as your mind playing tricks on you from just hearing too much about the deaths happening in your town, on the news. 

The ZzzQuil only worked so long, the wet dreams happening fewer or cut shorter like a nap once again, instead of every night like you had been getting with the medicine. You were desperate. You wanted to feel his phantom kisses and fingers reaching spots you never could. You were like a heroin junkie addicted but instead of drugs it was to the feeling that the wet dreams gave you. An odd euphoria that always made you sleep like a baby even if the high was never enough for you and made you even more pent up. Needy and soaked for his touch. 

As of today, it’s been a week without a single wet dream, but you figure that it must be due to the shellshock you feel from the fact three kids have died during that time, and Riko was one of them. Even with the sleep medicine you have been kept up by the fear that even though you were in the supposed cut off in age, that you would be next. Which is odd because you didn’t feel this way before when the threat was just as high. 

Fuck. You check the cabinet and see that you had finished the last bottle you had last night. The curfew put on the town due to the murders has already passed so you can’t go to the store and pick up some more. But you are desperate, scavenging like a mouse for some form of sleeping agent. That’s when your eyes land on the pill bottle.

Like a heaven sent angel, your roommate’s doctor prescribed sleeping pills, were found, shoved deep in a drawer filled with random hair products in the bathroom you two share. She had stopped taking them when the murders got more frequent, even though she would never admit it – to cloud upon her rather calm and collected demeanor – she was terrified that she would be next. 

You don’t think she would notice any missing so you grab the bottle.

Reading the warnings it appeared you needed to take two… but that was for her condition, so you figured to just take one to be safe. You pop one in your mouth taking a sip of your water to swallow it down. As your eyes skimmed the bottle you read that it takes an hour to take effect.

So with a sigh you run a bath. Figuring the warm water would calm you and make sleep come quicker for you. You decided to throw in a pink cupcake scented bath bomb while you begin filling the tub with hot water. It has essential oils infused in it that are meant to calm the body and mind so you want to use it to help you relax further. Grabbing a couple of candles, you light them to set the mood before shutting the lights off. 

It’s been awhile since you have had a bath so why not treat yourself?

Dipping your toes into the warm bubbly water immediately makes your naked body shiver from how good it feels. You sink to your knees before sitting down, submerging yourself in the warm embrace. You swirl the remaining solid part of the bath bomb in before resting your back against the bath. Even though you had taken a shower earlier in the day to shave and smell nice before heading to a lecture, you needed this. 

You scroll on your phone, reading a chapter from your favorite author so that hopefully you fall into slumber quicker. Skimming across the valley of words that make your toes curl. Each sentence becomes fuzzier than the last the more you read. With how intoxicating the feeling of the bath has you, the exhaustion hits quick. A soft yawn escaping your lips as the sleeping pills do their job of bringing you to a state of fatigue.

Your eyelids are heavy and rather than getting out of the tub to put your phone on the counter, you sit your phone on the closest thing to you to avoid it falling in the soapy waters. Another yawn and fluttering eyes has you resting your head more against the head of the tub preparing for the inevitable. A normal person would get out of their bath so they perhaps don’t drown but you are too lazy to get up and dry off – not wanting to lose the drowsiness you feel.

The soapy waters stir slightly, a small disturbance disrupting the stillness of the water. Your eyes shut and breathing too shallow to even notice the subtle movement. 

As soon as he felt your body in the dream realm – Toji got bored of torturing the random child he had planned on killing. Fuck he missed you. Pretty and gullible little thing. He had been testing you recently so that you would want him more. Being gone for longer periods even though it pained him. Having you breathless even in your sleep was far more addicting than the thrill of the kill, but he craved having you want him just as much. 

Toji wanted you to see the glove, and not give a shit. He left it in your view one night and he could tell you pretended not to notice or just thought it was your dream playing tricks on you. It’s why he left you even more desperate that night, making sure to leave you directly on the brink of release.

His bladed glove covered index finger emerges between your legs from the soapy depths. Before his full hand flexes revealing all five covered fingers. The thumb missing the blade that adorned the other four. The blade of the index finger gently tracing up your thigh, moving with such attentive grace to not accidentally cut your skin.

Your slumbering body twitches as the blade tickles your skin – the slow and rhythmic breathing pace your body has set hitches at the feeling. 

Toji’s second hand springs up from under the surface, rather than covered; they are just his bare hand. Rough and calloused fingers that have been deep inside your warmth so many times – ready to just sink back in. Traces of crimson litter underneath his clipped nails. 

His free gloveless-hand follows suit of his other one, moving to the upper part of your lifeless thighs spreading them further apart. 

A knock at the bathroom door makes the two hands retreat back into the water like they were never there. The sound registering in your brain makes you begrudgingly open your eyes.

“Are you good, in there?” Your roommate – the one you stole sleeping pills from – Shoko, calls out. Her voice muffled from behind the door as she says your name. You blink a few times trying to regain consciousness the best you can.

“M’fine just taking a bath.” You give your all to not have it come out a mumbled yawn so that she can hear you.

“I’m gonna go to the party at Sukuna’s frat, want to join?” She asks, her tone a little louder than before, you figure maybe to get your full attention.

“Nah I’m too tired.” You reply – the yawn you fought before interrupting you like a confirmation of your drowsiness.

“Utahime is going to pick me up… so I probably won’t come home.”

“I figured,” You sleepily giggle. “Go have fun Sho.”

By the sound of her muffled hum of acknowledgement it seemed like you were in the clear. 

You sigh softly, a pout beginning to sporting. Not even a warm bath made the dream happen. 

You go to stand, steadying your drowsy body on the edge of the tub, to get out of the water. But your body is immediately pulled back down by a singular large hand that covers the expanse of your waist. Landing with a slosh in the water onto meaty muscle toned thighs. 

A scream wants to leave your plush pouty lips but a gloved hand covers it quickly. You can feel the sharpness of the blades on the gloved fingers brushing against your soft skin. 

“It’s just me, pretty girl.” The second you hear him speak, just his voice alone makes you stop struggling. This is probably the most he has even spoken in a single moment which throws you for a loop, but you aren’t complaining. You love the sound of his gruff voice.

He moves his gloved hand, chuckling at the needy whine that escapes your throat. Even though you are in water you know you are getting soaked already just by being in his presence. 

“Your back…” You whisper.

“Awe, you miss me?” Your soft nod earns his gruff snicker. “How pathetic. Waiting for me in your dreams like a needy little slut.” His tone adopts a more rough croon as he whispers pure filth into your ears.

Your body shivers, a soft moan freeing itself from the back of your throat.

But then you blink in confusion – or moreso – realization, he is wearing the glove you saw before. The same one described by the little boy who lived more than the others.

“W-wait, why do you have a glove on your hand…?” Your breath spiking and body squirming in his hold. The blade on his index finger teasing your inner thigh by tracing lines up and down.

“Shh baby. What? Think I’m going to kill you…?” He purrs before licking a stripe up your neck. Two of his fingers on his gloveless hand tease at your entrance, as he litters kisses on your neck where he just licked.

“Well y-yeah, that’s what a victim says the dream killer wore.” You can’t tell if your body is squirming in fear or need. He subtly freezes, you can tell his smirk turns into a grin by the feel of his teeth against your neck. But it doesn’t matter, since he doesn’t even grace your worries with an answer already changing the subject like your words didn’t even mean anything to his pursuit.

Plus why are you even fighting with the man in your dreams? He’s not even real, you are just fighting with your sleep conjured man… right?

“Aww… already so damn wet for me, huh? Such a desperate, needy little girl.” His gruff cruel coo has you clenching around nothing wishing he would stop teasing you already.

You don’t know how he can tell just how wet you are – considering you both are in a bath – but his touch is sure and enticing. Dragging you more into a state of desperate need like an aphrodisiac in your system numbing your sense of logic. 

You can’t help grinding against his palm. Little soft moans escaping as his thumb moves to swipe in rough circles on your bundle of nerves. Your gasps only encourage him to press harder to bring you more pleasure, keeping you occupied while his two fingers finally plunge deep inside you without warning.

“Fuck, doll. Look at this tight little cunt clenching around me like it’s been starving for me.” He growls, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. His teeth sinking into your soft flesh leaving a perfect mark, branding you as his. 

Even though you know it’s a dream it feels so real, the pleasure so intense and consuming of your whole being. Why couldn’t he exist but in your dreams? You want to be fucked like this in reality. I mean in some way it’s why it doesn’t surprise you that you conjure these dreams, especially with how vivid they are. Since they are your darkest fantasies that you bury deep in the hidden library of your brain. 

“Y-you’ve never talked this much.” Your voice is a stuttered whimpery mess as his fingers work you, thrusting deep and prodding to find the sweet spot only he seems to find. You wish the guys you fucked in reality knew where to find it as easily as the man in your dreams does.

He clicks his tongue like you are an annoyance as he finally presses up against the spot that makes you see stars. His gloved hand instinctively squeezes your upper thigh, causing pinpoints of pain – as the blade threatens to break your soft skin by digging into the flesh – to mix with the pleasure you feel from his thick fingers.

But you feel it. Like it’s real, not some fake throbbing pain as his teasing gloved index finger knicks at your skin, carving a tiny heart. A crimson jewel forming and a stinging pain fills your body. The scented water and open cut, not being a good combo.

You pinch at your skin and somehow your eyes flutter open, squinting to adjust to the candlelight despite it being the exact same as your dream. You immediately look down to your inner thigh just to your horror seeing the abrasion still there with more blood dropletting from it. A scream wants to break free but you are already being pulled back into a dream state, eyes barely able to keep open as you faint from the shock.

It was like you never left and he barks out a booming laugh. His hard and aching cock pressed against your bare back, and his fingers still buried deep in your cunt all the way to his knuckle. You clench around them as you gasp in shock.

“Y-you are the dream killer.” Your stuttered murmur isn’t even an accusation, it’s a fact you both know.

“Awe, took you long enough, sweet girl.” His voice husky as his gloved hand carefully grips your chin in a way that makes sure the blades don’t puncture you more as he tilts your head up so you can stare into his alluring green eyes. 

He was more handsome than you could have ever imagined… but he didn’t look at all like what the victims described. Rather his face was strikingly handsome, mid-length straight raven hair that reaches to his ears – but you had seen glimpses of that before, and his most notable feature, a scar across the right corner of his lips that twitches as he smirks.

“You don’t look like foreskin…” You gasp. Confusion etching your features before you whimper out tightening around his fingers, as they still inside you.

“The fuck. Foreskin? What is that supposed to fucking mean, brat?” His face contorts in pissed off confusion like you just hurt his pride. 

“O-one of your victims said you looked like foreskin… before you killed him.” You shakily barely manage out.

“Akio?” Your eyes flash in recognition, before you slowly nod your head. “Tch. That little shit was terrified of holes. Trypophobia or whatever the fuck its called.” He scoffs matter of factly. “So I made my skin holes to scare him more before I killed him.” He lets out a chuckle at his sick and twisted words. Just the sound of it makes your stomach churn.

“Gross. Are you like… a pervert or something?”

“What in the actual fuck.” His face looks downright disgusted at your question. “Why do you think I am a fucking pervert?”

“Well… uh, dream killer since I don’t know your actual name… you only kill kids and teens, that’s like some weird pervert shit.” You don’t even know how you got so brave all the sudden but seeing him look so human just makes him not as frightening as you had imagined. Plus you enjoy watching his face scowl, something about it just makes you needier. Maybe because he looks like he could be the age of your dad. You chide yourself for your daddy issues but it makes you realize that it could just be him transforming into something you want. Considering how he just admitted he changed his appearance to scare Akio.

But hey, you aren’t complaining to look at such a fuckable face.

“Toji. And no I’m not a fucking pervert, holy fuck, doll. Get your head out of the gutter.” Toji grumbles, his fingers pulling out of you just so he can spank your inner thigh.

You yelp in shock, glaring right back at him. 

“Well if you aren’t a pervert why do you only kill young adults, hm?” You are about to continue, but Toji shuts your lips with a brutal kiss. Crashing his mouth onto yours, groaning and bullying his tongue to dance and evade your pink muscle. Keeping your face tilted as he leans down his much larger body covering yours as he grips your chin just slightly more so you don’t break the kiss.

Not that you wanted to. 

For the first time ever, his lips have graced yours and you are fast past addicted. Overwhelming your senses with just him like he is the only thing you need. He has such a unique taste to him that you can’t even describe it. But for some reason the faint lingering taste of cigarettes is the only thing you can name. Such an odd thing for a dream demon to indulge in.

His fingers thrust back inside you, scissoring with renewed fever adding a third to stretch you more out. From the feeling of Toji’s cock against your back you are honestly grateful. It feels huge. 

You wonder if that even matters in your dream state but with him you honestly know nothing, considering the cut still stings your inner thigh.

“Mnh…” The sound of your soft moan muffled against his rough lips, earns his groan. Precum beads from his flush tip onto your spine, drooling down the expanse of your back into the watery depths, that are tinged pink.

You are on the verge of release from his relentless fingers inside you and his thumb making quick circles but he abruptly pulls them out again, leaving you throbbing and whining in need.

Despite your whiney protests Toji lifts your body slightly out of the tub, arranging you so he is lined up at your entrance. But with that, Toji doesn’t hesitate – since you were prepped by his thick fingers – slamming into you in one brutal thrust. Sheathing himself to the hilt with a guttural groan that rumbles through his chest and against your back. His hips flush against your ass, the force of him thrusting inside you making the water slosh back and forth in the tub. A little spilling over the side.

You squirm about to cum from just this alone like a pathetic slut – as he calls you, making him snicker at the broken sobbing moan that you let out. He kisses your lips to shush you, drinking in your cries.

Even though he seems so rough to you, Toji almost came from thrusting into you as well. And honestly it takes everything in him to not piston his cock once he was inside your tight cunt – but he cares about you – so he stills to let you adjust to his massive size. He knows he’s longer and definitely girthy than anybody you have been with – but since you are dreaming this is easier than it would in reality. 

He breaks the kiss to litter kisses on your neck, groaning at your whimpery moans.

“Fuck… I knew you were tight, but not this tight, doll.” His voice a husked whisper in your ear. “This greedy pretty little pussy is milking me like it was made just for me.”

“T’big…” You whine out, voice already fucked out from his skilled fingers working you.

“Shh, doll, you can take it. You’re a big girl, don’t tap out now.” Toji croons nipping at your earlobe. 

His fingers – that were just inside you – go back under the water, snaking between your legs, to toy with your clit once again. Your cunt squeezing him so tight he is struggling not to cum immediately.

He fucked his fair share of woman when he was alive and in their dreams but none had a cunt as tight as yours. 

His fingers dance along your sensitive bundle of nerves circling it in small circles that bring you immense pleasure. Finally loosening up on his cock so that he can begin thrusting inside you.

“Good girl. That’s it, loosen up for me, hmm?”

Your soft whimpery moans earn a rough chuckle from him as he leans down to bite at your collarbone before pulling back slightly. He looks down at where the soap has dissolved enough to watch how obscenely stretched you are around him. Toji grips your chin tilting your face down so you can watch too.

“Look how filled you are, sweet girl. Going to ruin you so bad everyone knows who owns this sweet pussy.”

“Ngh… ruin me.” You gasp needily.

Toji's smirk turns downright feral at your plea, his hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars from being so sensitive already. The water sloshing with each brutal thrust just spilling onto the tile flooring.   

His cock grinding against that sweet spot inside you with every snap of his hips. You sob desperately trying to cling to something, clawing at the slippery sides of the tub, but it doesn’t help. The watery slaps of skin echoing through the bathroom combined with your breathy moans, lost in the feeling of Toji so deep inside you. You clamp down practically milking his cock as you brink on your orgasm.

“Oh? You wanna cum already?” He taunts gruffly but you can tell he is close too by the way his cock thickens inside you. “Pathetic little slut.” 

You whine as he suddenly lifts you off his cock manhandling your body so you are practically on your hands and knees in your tub.

“Toji please…” You mewl, wiggling your ass to entice him, as tears prick your lashes from the overstimulation.

Smack. 

A harsh slap to your ass, silences you, your skin jiggling from the impact. The tears fully formed, slipping down your cheeks.

“Tch, are you seriously crying cause I didn’t let you cum? Poor baby.” His croon with false concern as he smacks at your neglected cheek. You squeak at the harsh slap squirming from the force of it. “You need to cum don’t you sweetheart? Poor pretty little pussy is practically begging me to let her cum.”

You desperately nod, not even able to form words.

“Nah, use your big girl words. None of this nodding your head, bullshit, princess.” Toji tilts your head with his gloved hand, the blade from his middle finger barely scratching your flushed cheeks. Tears drip down them and your pouty lip is thoroughly bitten.

“P-please…” You hiccup out, the look in your eyes so lewd it makes Toji groan. He slaps another redden hand print onto your left asscheek before sliding back inside your drooling little hole.

“Going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow without feeling me dripping out of you. Every step is going to remind ya’ who this tight little cunt belongs to.” His words are so downright filthy that your moans are loud and uncaring. 

Not like anybody could hear you scream in your dreams.

The gloveless hand grips your hip as he pounds into you, waves sloshing the water around you both. His curved tip dragging on your walls, eliciting gasps from you. Heavy-hitting thrusts that almost have your face submerged into the water if it wasn’t for Toji basically holding your whole body up like you weigh nothing.

Your eyes roll back into your head as your orgasm itches closer and closer like a fright train from how edged you have been. Desperately needing the built up release. His balls slap against your clit with his rough thrusts, making broken hiccuping moans leave you. But Toji can tell its not enough for you. His gloved hand leaves your face to snake between you, the bladeless thumb rubbing quick circles on your neglected clit.

Stars block your vision as two more pumps of his cock deep inside you bring you over the edge. 

“Ngh. F-fuck cumming…” You barely manage out your whimpered words before you are gushing arousal down his length. Toji’s cock absolutely wrecking you, as you cum all over it, dripping down his balls and further murking up the pink soapy waters. Your orgasm overtaking you to the point that your mouth is in a permanent O-shape. If you weren’t asleep already you know you would have lost consciousness as he keeps fucking you through it, not slowing down.

“Good fucking girl, cum on daddy’s cock.” Toji grunts, and his words make you tighten more, striking a nerve you didn’t know was inside you. A creamy ring from your cum is being left around the base of him, coating his cock with every thrust.

“T-toji s’good ngh f-fuck…” You babble out incoherently lost in his cock drilling inside you, shaping your insides just to him.

Your cunt is milking him for everything he has and Toji absolutely loses it. His rhythm stuttering as your walls clamp around him like a vice, his groan rough and unfiltered against your ear. He slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt with a shudder. 

“Fucking take it, sweetheart.” He snarls, sending shivers up your spine at his delectable tone. “Every damn drop.” 

Toji hisses as his muscles flex, his cock beginning to spurt milky white ropes deep inside your cunt. His thrusts don’t stop as he keeps pumping you full of his seed grunting as his gloveless hand digs into your hip. 

A hot rush floods deep inside you as he pulses through his own release, hips grinding in slow circles to milk every last second of pleasure from both of you. His hot cum and nonstop thrusts bringing you to another creamy orgasm as you scream out in pleasure. Pushing the gooey mixture of you both down his shaft into the water as you pulse. 

His forehead drops against your neck with an exhausted chuckle when he finally stills. 

“Good fucking girl, just like that.” You whine at his praise already ready for another round. “You took my load so well.” Toji’s voice a breathy purr as he holds your shaky body steady.   

Toji lets out a low, gravelly laugh as he watches you squirm beneath him. You turn your head and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he knows you are already needy and desperate for more even after being filled to the brim. His grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging into soft skin possessively.

“Let’s get you out of this tub first, doll. Even though you are still dreaming I don’t want your pretty body all pruned up.” You both hiss as he eases out of you, his cum bubbling from your abused little hole. 

“Don’t fucking need this right now.” Toji smirks as he pulls off his glove tossing it in the waste bin in your bathroom. You giggle, eyes locked on him as scoops you up in his beefy muscular arms.

“Spoiled fucking brat. Tch. Look at this shit, carrying you like a fucking princess, even though you called me a pervert. I’m a dream demon for fucks sake.” Toji grumbles but still holds your dripping body close against his chest as he steps out of the tub. Not even bothering to drain it since it would be of no use in the dream state.

“Why aren’t you drying me off? Oh is that because when I wake up will I still be in my bath tub?” You look up at him curiously.

“Yeah. God you ask too many fucking questions.”

You glare up at him. “Well sorry that I was fucking curious about how this even works. Can you even fuck me while I’m awake?”

“Why? Want me to try, needy little slut.”

“I mean isn’t it weird you only fuck me while I sleep? Or, is that your kink?”

Toji sputters glaring daggers down at your fucked out face. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little head dumb, again, so you stop asking such stupid questions, brat.”

“Oh my god! It is your kink!” You breathlessly giggle.

Smack. A harsh palm spanks your already redden ass, the sound of it echoing through your bedroom as he walks inside. Toji tosses your fucked out little body onto your bed – the force of it making you bounce as soon as you land.

He grins a wicked grin licking at the scar on his lip before practically pouncing on you. Caging your body underneath his much larger one. 

“Even though I already came inside you, I’m going to wreck this sweet little pussy until it doesn’t know how to function without me anymore. You thought your other dreams were bad… that was just my fingers, sweetheart. And now you have gotten a taste of my cock? No other man will ever compare, will they?” You whimper as Toji suddenly with a sharp thrust is back inside you without warning – his cock still half-hard from fucking you in the bath tub.

Your broken moaning sob is all he needs to hear to know that he is right. And you know it too. No man could ever satisfy you like this – even though it is in your dreams.

Toji’s laugh is pure sin as he pulls out so he can flip you onto your knees – just like you were manhandled by him in the tub. One hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back while the other clamps around your throat. You can tell by his gentle grip that he is doing it not enough to cut off your air flow – even though he obviously could. But rather just enough for you to feel it.

“Please… Toji back inside me…” You mewl, drool going down your bitten lips.

“Begging? Pathetic.” His voice is a teasing croon in your ear. “But I love how desperate your bratty ass is.”

A brutal snap of his hips punches a broken moan from your lips, as he bottoms out again. His thick veiny cock still dripping with both of you from earlier. His teeth graze the shell of your ear before he delivers another sharp smack to your already-red ass.

“Fuck yes please, I need your cum again.” You whine gripping your pink bedsheets. Toji grunts your fucked out mewls being the death of him – if he was still alive. His cock twitching inside you, not wanting to cum prematurely from being senstive from his last release and how good your cunt and you feel, he pushes your face into one of your fluffy pillows muffling your moans.

“Awe, my sweet little girl, you wanna cum again? Then fucking earn it.”

The air shifts and you can tell he lost it. His rhythm turns downright animalistic as he pistons into you, each thrust so deep it punches the air from your lungs. He grips your throat tighter, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids.

Your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, practically squirting on his cock. His lower abs and happy trail stained with your spraying arousal. Droplets dripping down his balls as the old mixed release pushes out from your release. Soaking the sheets under you as you scream – despite the constriction on your throat – into your pillow.

“That’s right, fucking scream, babydoll.” He snarls into your ear. “If you were actually awake you would be letting the whole goddamn neighborhood know who owns this sweet cunt.” 

You can’t even tell how long Toji lasts after, too lost in your orgasms to keep track of time. But a particularly brutal snap of his hips has him burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan – hot cum flooding deep inside you for what feels like an eternity. He collapses over top of you with a satisfied growl, nuzzling against sweat-damp skin before murmuring.

“Mine.”

You two don’t stop there. Round after round blends for what feels like forever, the two of you lost in eachother not wanting to stop, even though your body screams for a break, despite this happening solely in your dreams. His kisses and bites seared into your skin that you hope works the same way as the cut on your leg, so that they don’t go away when you wake up. Loving the claim Toji has over your body and soul. 

You lost count how many orgasms you have had when your eyes begin to flutter shut even in your dream – nuzzling yourself more into Toji’s arms.

“You can’t kill again if you want to fuck me.” You yawn into his sweaty chest as his fingers card through your damp hair.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He grumbles like you asked such an absurdity. “Doll, what about me being a sleep demon do you not fucking get?”

“So?” Toji flicks your forehead at your minimal response making you wince. You lift your head pouting up at him. “Pleaseeee.”

“Yeah puppy dog eyes won’t work on me, doll.” Toji chuckles at his words guiding your head back down. You scoff at the audacity, your fucked out body yawning instinctively – despite technically being asleep.

“Asshole pervert.” You mumble eyes fluttering closed.

“Just wake up already you damn brat I’m tired of dealing with you.” You want to hit him for his teasing but you are already falling under.

Your eyes blink and Toji was right. You are still in your bathtub. Light filtering in through the window signaling it’s sunrise. You drain the water before shakily stepping out of the bath – thanking whatever made the candles go out so they didn’t burn down your home. You grimace already feeling just how pruned your body is but it makes you remember what you wanted to see if it would transfer. And much to your delight, his love bites still litter your skin. In some sense he was real and it made your stomach flutter.

Because even if Toji still kills people, you know damn well despite your threat, you will still want the dream demon that makes your dreams very sweet.

I know this is technically a day late but I’m just glad I got it out honestly. I have finals this weekend and I’ve been so stressed. The final term of my bachelors begins, not next week but the week after (once I’m done with this one). And my god am I just so mentally tired. All I need now is for Toji to come fuck me so I can just shut off my fucking brain. Anyways MWAH hope you enjoyed it cuties! <3