#yorikae

pairing: spider!man choso x iceskater!reader

synopsis: your college boyfriend choso has a secret! he's spiderman!! how exciting but the demands of the growing crime and villians in nyc, leave him little time to be with you much to your detirment. can choso save the world & his relationship?

wc: 1.3k

tyyy! @sister-lucifer for the pretty divider <3

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“let’s break up, choso.”

the finality in your words was what stumped the six-foot-three man, leaving him standing there as he tried to keep the world from tilting under him.

choso didn’t know how long he stood there.

long enough for the world to keep moving without him. long enough for the rink to start clearing out, for voices to blur together into something distant and muffled. long enough that satoru had to physically grab his shoulder and pull him back before the rink managers came over to usher them out.

you wanted to breakup?

was he that bad of a boyfriend? for real?

his mind kept circling back to the look on your face, how you pulled him aside, how your brows pinched together, how your voice trembled like this was hurting you more than him.

"choso...say something."

“i don’t—” he inhaled sharply, fingers tightening around the bouquet in his hand as he dragged his other hand down his face. “i don’t understand.”

“what isn’t there to understand, cho?” you asked, looking at him like you were still hoping he’d say the right thing. “you promised me. again. that you’d be here. and you don’t even have an explanation for why you’re late.”

he opened his mouth.

nothing came out.

he just stood there, lips parting uselessly before pressing together again, staring at your face—your makeup done so carefully, eyes lined just right, lips glossed, everything perfect except for the worry sitting behind it.

“you can tell me anything, cho… you know that, right?” your voice softened as your hand came up to rest against his bicep, gentle. careful. like you didn’t want to scare him off. “if you’re in trouble… i can help. my dad could help too… do you not trust me?”

his eyes dropped to your hand.

and the words slipped out before he could stop them. “i don’t… not with this, I can’t.”

you both froze as the words settled between you. choso took a breath as the sentence hung there, heavy, suffocating and he felt it settle in his chest the second it left his mouth.

he watched you fold in on yourself slightly, shoulders curling inward, your lips pressing together as you tried, really tried, not to cry. your tongue darted out to wet your lips like you were grounding yourself.

“well… i can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t trust me,” you said quietly, voice tighter now. “and i don’t trust you either.”

“who knows what the fuck you’re doing,” you went on, the frustration finally bleeding through, “or who you’re with when you’re gone all hours of the night, lying to me—when all i want is your support when i have a competition. it’s like you don’t care.”

“ice skating isn’t my main priority,” he said, the words coming out rougher than he meant. “i have bigger things to deal with and—”

he cut himself off, reaching for you instinctively, watching in despair as you stepped back just out his reach.

"i know skating isn't your priority, but it's mine, and all i wanted was for you to be there for me, to support me, to love me, to choose me even if it was for an hour and you can't even do that cho!"

"i-"

"no! you were always so sweet. i don't know what's going on with you but don't drag me into it."

and now he's sitting with the bouqet he handpicked crushed in his hands as he was watching from the back of the rink you getting awarded with your first place gold medal.

you stood on the podium with that same beautiful face—only now it held a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

kirara stood beside you, giving your butt a quick pat in encouragement as the cameras flashed, people cheering, the announcer’s voice booming through the speakers.

and then you started to tear up.

everyone around you thought it was happiness. pride. relief.

but choso knew better.

he watched the tears spill over, slow at first, then more as you tried to keep that smile in place.

and when kirara’s eyes found him in the crowd, the scowl she threw his way said everything he already knew.

he was the reason.

and he didn’t know how long he’d been running on autopilot since that day. three months? maybe four.

time blurred together in a way that made everything feel distant except that one conversation that kept replaying in his head like it refused to let him breathe.

the only time it ever got quiet, really quiet, was when he was near you again. not with you. he couldn’t do that.

couldn’t bring himself to stand in front of you, to hear your voice directed at him again after everything he said, after everything he didn’t say.

so he stayed above.

perched somewhere high in the rafters, hidden in the shadows where no one ever looked, watching you glide across the ice like it was the only place in the world that made sense to you.

like it was the only place you could breathe.

and for a little while...it helped.

watching you move, spin, jump, land so clean it barely made a sound it quieted the noise in his head. dulled the guilt sitting heavy in his chest.

but it never lasted and it never stayed gone.

and today.. today was way worse

because he watched your father walk you out of the rink again.

again.

the same man who was always too busy, always somewhere else, always absent suddenly had all the time in the world. a thought that made choso roll his eyes.

and choso might’ve ignored it...

might’ve forced himself to look away—

if he hadn’t seen him bring someone else with him.

a gentleman, tall, well-dressed, dark-haired, clean, put together, and polished. the kind of guy who looked like he belonged next to you.

choso’s jaw tightened as he watched from above, his gaze locked on you the second you paused.

his eyes tracked the subtle way your shoulders pulled in, shy in a way he hadn’t seen in months. the way you reached out, shaking the man’s hand with that same soft, polite smile you wore whenever you were nervous.

who the fuck was that?

it played on a loop in his head. over and over.

he kept watching, watching the man help you off the ice, watching the easy way he stood next to you like he belonged there.

who the fuck was that?

that’s all choso kept repeating as he watched the scene play out, as he watched the man help you off the ice. the thought followed him even as he finally forced himself to move, swinging up and away from the rink just to put distance between himself and the scene.

and it didn’t stop. not when the cold air rushed past his face.

not when he landed back inside his small apartment.

“you’re gonna crack the ceiling at this point.”

satoru’s voice cut through the apartment as he leaned back on the couch, watching choso pace across the ceiling like it was completely normal.

which, unfortunately, it was.

“it’s cool and all that you can do that,” gojo added, glancing up lazily, “but there’s really no reason to show off, man.”

“fuck that,” choso snapped, not even pausing in his pacing. “who the fuck was that her dad introduced her to?”

“describe him.”

“handsome. tall. dark hair…” choso scoffed, dragging a hand through his own. “looked suspicious.”

gojo snorted.

“hah. she’s got a type.”

“fuck you, man.”

“i’m serious.” satoru sat up a bit, already pulling his phone out. “hold on, this might be him.”

he scrolled for a second before turning the screen toward choso.

“intern at her dad’s law firm. guy’s legit.”

choso dropped down from the ceiling in one smooth motion, landing hard on his feet as he stared at the screen.

“i’m fucking spider-man.”

gojo grinned.

“yeah. who’s about to get his girl taken.”

“…fuck you. so what’s his name?”

“suguru geto.”

© yorikae

thank GOD you didn't it was so bad, Kento Yamazaki and that new wheelchair guy saved it by their face cards but only the zombie game was cool and we never even found out who the joker even really was and WHY did they tease an American version of the show

also arisu... arisu was EMPLOYED!!!

hiromi who can't escape the ditzy painter that disrupted his life. | series mlist.

legal!counsel hiromi who wakes up at the same exact time every morning, follows the same strict routine, and relies on a necessary stretch of quiet before stepping into the noise of wall street. he anticipates same quiet to carry him through his commute, until he starts running into you.

legal!counsel hiromi who realizes, to his own annoyance, that he’s developed a quiet anxiety from watching you cross the street, nearly missing being hit by a speeding van and not even realizing it.

legal!counsel hiromi who finally escapes the horror that is you, who is so unbelievably clueless he starts to wonder how you even survive in such a busy city as new york.

legal!counsel hiromi who starts subconsciously adjusting his walking pace in the mornings (just slightly) so he doesn’t collide with you. who, despite himself, looks both ways before crossing the street… and then glances back to make sure you do too.

legal!counsel hiromi who thought he could get a breath of fresh air from the stuffy office to run head first into a pin roller and iced coffee spilling all over his person.

legal!counsel hiromi who sighs when he realizes he literally ran into you again as you dumped your painting supplies down to apologize.

“oh my god! ‘m so sorry sir!”

legal!counsel hiromi who for reason let’s you drag him all the way to the bathroom as you lightly scrub the front of his suit with delicate hands, your big eyes watching his reaction as you tentatively and effortlessly get the growing stain out even if it left his suit jacket soaking wet.

“promise i’ll pay for dry cleaning if that’s what you need!”

legal!counsel hiromi who notices you around the building now after satoru’s bragging not too far from his desk that he got you to make a mural on the fifth floor and other light paint jobs around the building for a reasonable price.

legal!counsel hiromi who notices a coffee sitting neatly on his desk, a large paint handprint stamped across the cup, creamers and sugar packets spread out beside it like someone wanted to make sure he had every option to get it just right.

legal!counsel hiromi who stares at the coffee a second longer than necessary, fingers brushing over the dried paint handprint before he takes a sip… and realizes it’s made exactly how he likes it.

legal!counsel hiromi who notices the mural on the fifth floor slowly coming together, and catches himself standing there longer than needed, watching the way you concentrate with your tongue slightly poking out.

legal!counsel hiromi who hands you a napkin before you can even realize you have paint on your cheek, only to pause when you beam at him like he did something extraordinary. and who now who starts keeping an extra set of tissues in his pocket… not for himself.

legal!counsel hiromi who finally asks, flat and unimpressed, “are you always this careless?”, only for you to nod happily and say, “yeah!” like it’s a good thing.

legal!counsel hiromi who doesn’t realize when exactly you stopped being a nuisance… and started being part of his routine.

© yorikae 2026.

series taglist 🏷️: @mieleism @peachifying @ihatemynewbangs

cw: [threesome, semi public sex, double pen]

the building was surrounded. a spotlight on the apartment they were in.

on the outside, the police were slowly stalking up the staircase. the lead detective, buggy, on the scene, smirked as he imagined how the Straw Hat Gang (a name he refused to call them, because he thought it was ridiculous) were running around like headless chickens to hide their misdeeds. he was so cocky, he finally caught the notorious luffy. he had been causing trouble all across town and was getting too much of an enterprise for someone who started his gang six months ago. 

as usual, buggy was wrong.

he got too far ahead of himself. but he was right about one thing. luffy was causing trouble and zoro did have a lot of misdeeds. unlike what buggy boldly stated in the streets of manhattan to his deputies while smoking his cigar, they were not worried about his feeble attempts to apprehend them. well most of them were not worried. 

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

you arrived at the precinct at 11:01 pm. robin had not called you less than 30 minutes prior and you were occupied with a male respondent, well techincally an accountant who is leaving your firm was fucking you like a wild rabbit in his office and you were getting bored, and arrived to help out your friend in a tight spot.

you were faced with zoro and luffy. from how the officers glared at them you knew this would be a difficult consult. and boy it was, zoro had multiple charges, the most out of all the crew. gosh, they hated zoro. 

but luffy's charges were actually much better than zoro's in the scheme of things.

you looked up at both of them, getting ready to talk, to already see them staring at you intensely already. you looked between them and their stark different attitudes. luffy was smiling goofily at you, and zoro had his arms crossed, staring at you quietly. 

you set the papers down and look at them again. "well, you both have very serious charges against you. this could be life in prison or even worse," you said solemnly. luffy's smile didn't fall as he leaned over the table and took a stray eyelash off your cheek and blew it off his finger. "well, robin think's you're the best, and i just made a wish that you're gonna beat the case so it'll be okay," he said cheerily.

your mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out. you turned as zoro started to snicker and, with one of his cuffed hands, covered his face, not to mention zoro was the only one cuffed (hands and feet), but at least they were long chains, so he could move around more freely, but this is definitely something you will be mentioning to the judge.

"you do realize that you can get life in prison over these charges right?"

" i told you it'll be okay and anyways you have to win, hehe, you're hot." you looked at zoro for at least some sanity. 

"and you got huge hypnotizing tits." 

good lord.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

thankfully, in new york, arraignments are within 24 to 48 hrs.

you're waiting for them to bring zoro as you now know a plan of attack when his trial came and it was fastly approaching. the door open and you could hear the rattling of his wrist and ankle chains as they shuffled him through the door. 

zoro was huge. you stood as he came into your vision and he was now adorned in the dark blue jumpsuit for high risk inmates. maybe they gave him the smallest size they had, they way his arms bulged out the sleeves was entrancing you. you licked your lips staring at his veins and tighteneed your legs together before looking up at his face. he was already looking at you. how long had he been staring? 

his head was tilted as they worked to get his cuffs off at your request. he looked at you up and down slowly, starting at you eyes and stopping at your lips in turn licking his own. they uncuffed him and he rolled his wrists and rubbed his hands together. you motioned for him to sit at the table as they closed the doors. you watched zoro as he watched achingly slow towards you like a predator to its prey. your legs couldn't possibly get any tighter as you anticpated his closeness. 

but zoro didn't sit down, he kept walking past the table until he stood inches from your face. he wiped the side of your lip with his thumb as his eyes moved to the chocolate wrapper on the table. he slipped his thumb in his mouth and wiped it clean before smirking at you. "delicious." if possible he inched closer his breath causing you to shiver as he exhaled on the column of your neck. "and you smell even better, angel." as he looked at you from where he stood on your left and took a step back. you could finally take a deep trembeling breath now that he was gone. 

you shakingly sat at the table as zoro did and started straightening the papers to get back to a stable state of mind. zoro watched you amusingly as you mindlessly moved papers around, bunching up random folders together. that would be hell to sort later. 

"should i just fuck you now? on this table?" you froze and looked at zoro dubiously. "what?"

"we both want to, sweetheart. why not?" you put everything down and folded your hands. that snapped you out of that haze. "no, cause then i wouldn't be your lawyer and you will be in jail for a century." 

"well wouldn't want that would we sweetheart."

you sighed as you started to get your notes in order again. "no, we do not."

the meeting with luffy went better. he still was smiling at you as if he couldn't face the earnest iron fist of the law at any moment. "when can i get out of here so we can go on a date?"

"we are not going on a date luffy. i am your lawyer." luffy had his head in his hands as he saw you write on a notepad. "well when you get me out of here.."

"i'll think about it." and that was enough for luffy you sat back in his chair and continued to watch you. "good."

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

the trials arrived faster than you expected. or maybe the anticipation of fighting two tough cases this week...turned you on a bit. luffy and zoro, it was now 12:20 pm and the proceedings would continue at 12:45 pm before they brought out zoro for his trial. you're lucky sanji's case got dismissed, he whispered to you that one of the prosectuors was his customers and that would've been a mess.  that time came soon enough and they brought zoro out through the door behind the judge's stand. 

the trial started rough, they had prints that were nearly identical to zoro's the video of him napping and other nearly incriminating evidence but you were able to get him and luffy off since as the idiot he is buggy didn't mirandize them, ultimately getting the cases dismissed.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

not even two weeks later, zoro and luffy stood in your law firm in front of desk watching you sheepishly.

"you are here because you are going to jail for... tax evasion." you looked up at them curiosuly.

"yup they're going to arrest us we need your help." luffy said as he slammed his hands down on your desk and smiled. 

"if they were going to arrest you wouldn't they have done that already?"you raised an eyebrow. zoro sighed and ran his hand down as his facs as he also looked at luffy. luffy's smile wavered a bit before he straightened and stepped back next to zoro still looking at you. 

"so why are you really here?" 

"i missed you and zoro thinks you're hot." 

"right.. doesn't explain why you're here though." you murmured as you stood up and crossed your desk and leaned against the front. 

"we're here cause we can't stop thinking about you." zoro uttered as he stepped right in front of you his breath brushed on your face. you blinked up at zoro as his hands landed on either side of your body. you brought your hands on either side of his face and brought him down as you kissed him hard. 

you both exhaled as zoro pulled back from you tugging on your bottom lip. you look behind him to see luffy who staring intently as he exhaled hard. "keep going i wanna watch." he said as he sat in one of the chairs in front your desk. zoro lifted you up on the desk and ripped open you shirt buttons flying. you protested and he cut you off with a kiss as his hands massaged your boobs. he moved to your neck and started to kiss down your neck, and you stripped off your top and he sucked on your left boob. 

zoro took off his shirt and you dragged your nails down his abs. you stood up from the desk and kissed zoro with a peck as you licked down his body, around his pecs kissing his nipples and licking down his abs until you were on your knees. you unbuttoned his pants and his cock sprang out. you grabbed the base and gave his tip a kiss. looking up at zoro you licked down his cock as you held it before taking him into your mouth. you only could fit half of his in your mouth before you started to choke wrapping your hands around the rest. 

zoro let you keep going for a while before he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you off. he looked at you, spit running down your mouth as you tried to catch your breath. he reangled his cock to your mouth and you happily opened for him. he shived you onto his cock and pulled you off until you were spitting just at his tip. he kept going like that until you finally reached his base your nose brushing his happy trail. zoro continued to face fuck you and luffy appeared next to him, vest open and his dick was out as he was pumping it.

"give her a chance zoro look she's pratically dripping on the floor." zoro relased you after holding you to his torso as he came down your thoart and dropped you on the floor. "good girl." luffy came and picked you up and placed you back on your desk pushing everything off. he pulled down your skirt and panties off of you and opened you legs still adorned with heels up for him. 

"such a pretty pussy baby." luffy dove in as he licked a stripe up to your clit. he grazed your clit with his teeth and you jumped up from the table grabbing on luffy's hair letting out a broken shriek. you tried to stifle your noises and failed miserably as zoro laughed at your attempts to stay quiet while luffy ate you out. he grabbed your neck and turned you towards him in a kiss. just then a knock was heard at the door. 

"is everything alright?" the door knob jiggled, thank goodness zoro thought to lock it, zoro looked at you mockingly. "you gotta respond sweetheart."

you looked at him as luffy still ravished your cunt and was shoving two fingers as he scissored you open. "y-yes, everything is fine!" you yelled a bot at the end as luffy had bit you, and zoro started to kiss our neck again. "talking with a client right now!" that seemed to be enough for the passerby as you didn't hear anything else and you were so close you grabbed luffy's hair grinding against his face. "that's it baby, use him." and you came in luffy's mouth. 

luffy popped satisfied and looked at you expectantly. "i wanna come in you. where you want me." 

all you could do in your state was point at you desk and chair and the large windows that was the back wall, the perks of having a business in a skyscraper. "aww she wants to get fucked on the glass, luffy so the whole city can see her be undone." zoro moved your desk chair and brought the smaller chair down in front of the large window and plopped down. "well come on then." you walked over to zoro as luffy remained standing behind you. 

"i want both of you...at the same time." they observed at you surprised before grinning wickedly. "we got a fiesty one huh luffy."

"she's perfect." zoro pulled you on top of him as he swiped his dick between your folds teasing you. you were already becoming overstimulated as luffy dropped to his knees and was licking your ass. then he slipped his tongue in and you left out a indescribable moan. 

zoro put his thumb in your mouth as the rest of his fingers held the side of your face. he slowly slipped him cock, delibertaley slow as you slid down. luffy had added a finger already opening up your ass, kissing your back to soothe you. soon he was able to add a second as you fully took zoro's cock. "goog girl, now bounce baby." you put your hand on zoro's shoulders as his hands went to support your waist and sat up before bouncing down on zoro. you started to ride him reverently as luffy worked his fingers and tongue in your ass. soon neough you were getting tired and zoro saw that as he grabbed hold of you to take over. luffy was ready and making eye contact with zoro, who stilled you, luffy fully pushed into you.

you tried to moan but no noise came out and your eyes rolled back. zoro started fucking up into as luffy fucked your ass. the intensity made you fall forward as your breasts pressed against the glass past zoro's shoulder. you couldn't take it as you came for a third time this time around zoro's dick. squeezing him and luffy. you tightened around them both causing luffy to come inside your ass, pulling out and zoro pumping harder before he came in you moments later. 

you were spent as you slumped on the glass and they pulled out. luffy used the tissues that fell off your desk to catch some of the cum oozing out of your holes. zoro turned you so you were curled on his lap and luffy smiled at you. 

"sooo about that date?"

© yorikae

content & tags: voyeurism, southern setting & southern accents, threesome, oral (m & f receiving) husband!sukuna x fem reader x older!toji, smut, pet names :: wc: 3.5k

sukuna couldn't believe you. well, you always did weird shit, but this was different. couples therapy. 

he sits here in front of dr. masamichi yaga, the name plate states.

this was ridiculous. couples fucking therapy! 

one thing sheriff ryoumen sukuna knew he did not need was fucking therapy. especially couples therapy.

he just fucked you in the parking lot before you made it upstairs for cryin' out loud, and this morning on your desk. 

"so, yaga drawled, settlin’ back in his chair with a crooked grin, “what brings you two tumbleweeds blowin’ through my door today?” sukuna snorted and slouched deeper into the cushioned seat, spreadin’ himself like he owned the place. “you’re gonna have to ask my missus ‘bout that one.”

"well, now, mister my husband," you reached over and grabbed sukuna's hand roughly and pat it. "can't seem to stop fucking me..." yaga raised his eyebrows in surprise. "what?"

"in front of our colleague." 

“oh?” yaga tipped his gaze toward sukuna. “sheriff, that so?”

“ain’t every time,” sukuna muttered. “she’s spinning a tall tale.”

“oh no,” you shot back, smirkin’. “just this mornin’, he did. i can tell you all about it.”

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this mornin’, you’d ridden into the sheriff’s office right at seven sharp — early for you, and downright sinful for your husband. to your surprise, he’d come along too, even though he usually didn’t drag himself in ‘til near half past ten. you brewed up a fresh pot of coffee and set to organizin’ your desk while sukuna leaned against the wall, grumblin’ about the new deputy.

“damn fool didn’t do a lick of what i told him,” sukuna growled. “tenderfoot, i tell ya. i warned gojo, but he’s always tryin’ to give them kids a fair chance. now guess what, sugar?”

you glanced over your shoulder. “what, darlin’?”

"i have to write the fuckin' report.", he snapped, pourin himself a cup. "like it was my fuckin' fault he's a dumb shit and shot himself in his own boot." you giggled as he finished and went up to him just past you desk to give him a peck. "it'll be jus' fine honey. you're the boss remember that. come's with the territory." your fingers toyed with the leather of his twin holsters slung over his crisp white shirt. sukuna took a long swallow of coffee, set the mug aside, then hooked an arm around you and lifted you up onto the edge of the desk with a wicked glint in his eye.

"mhm. sugar i am the boss. that's why i wear these suits, got these guns and i can fuck you right here."he smiled wickedly at you. 

“no, ryoumen,” you warned, pressin’ a hand to his chest. “someone could come barging in any minute now.” you looked at your watch it is was 7:25 am. you hadn’t the faintest notion what hour the other sheriff toji rolled in, or the undersheriffs, gojo and geto, usually showed their faces. but you did know that by the time you clocked in at eight every mornin’, toji was almost always already there. you’d even ribbed toji about it once, jokin’ that he was makin’ you look bad, always beatin’ you to the office. truth be told, it surprised you that he wasn’t there this mornin’. (every other time you’d tried comin’ in early, he’d already been settled in like he owned the place.)

"fuckem, plus what they gon' say to me. the big bad sheriff." he said as he inched over you on your desk until you were flat on your back. he rubbed up and down the lengths of your legs as if to soothe you. "just a quickie, sugar." when he looked at you so lovingly, you nodded and he grinned. he opened his pants and hiked up your pantskirt and he plays with your pussy a little bit and it wasn't needed you were basically dripping. he slipped his dick out his pants and lined up to your entrance and started fucking into you on your desk. 

sukuna kept fuckin' you and rollin' your clit with his thumb. "see baby, not so bad. nobody here but us." he leaned down to give you a kiss. just as if sukuna's karma came back to bite him in the ass...you hear the door open and a breeze rush into the station as toji walked into the office.

you were so embarrassed you grabbed on sukuna's shirt as he kept fucking you and a wanton moan slipped out of you while your head hung off the desk as you made eye contact upside down with toji. the man himself didn't even flinch at the sight of you two,  and even worse sukuna started fucking you even harder with toji's presence. 

toji kept his eyes on you guys smiling at you as he took a swing from his thermos. "mornin', partner", he said as he walked by bumping fists with sukuna and "mornin' ma'am" he smiled at you as he walked past seeing you basically almost get fucked off the desk, head hanging low. toji then walked past you both, his musuclar back stretched against his shoulder gun holster and into his office. before closing the door he grinned at you and . 

"ryoumen sukuna.." you whined. just as toji closed the door, sukuna came hard inside of you and pulled out. he took a tissue to wipe the excess cum that dripped out of you and pulled your panties up. he fixed his pants and you pulled your skirt down. he looked at you sheepishly as he rolled up his sleeves and fix his shoulder holster. 

“you look real pretty,” he drawled, flashin’ you that crooked, devil grin as he reached up to as he fixed your hair. you swatted his hand away. “don’t,” you snapped, then turned on your heel and stormed toward the back room. sukuna looked aroud the room and just fixed the sleeves on your desk. 

"welp."

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“That weren’t my fault,” Sukuna muttered, arms crossed. “i didn’t know toji was gonna come strollin’ in all willy-nilly.”

“i told him about this though,” you shot back.

yaga watched the two of you like a spectator at a saloon card table — you poutin’, sukuna starin’ you down like you were the only thing in the room, worryin’ his lip between his teeth.

“well,” yaga finally said, tryin’ not to smile, “don’t look like he meant any harm. and just look at him — boy’s downright smitten with you.”

you glanced over at sukuna, your irritation softenin’ the second your eyes met his. his brows knit together, still gnawin’ at his lip like he had somethin’ he couldn’t rightly say.

“y’know i love you, sugar,” he murmured low. “and you’re all mine.”

your resolve melted clean away at that. you turned back to yaga with a small huff. “what’s today — friday? this ain’t even the first time this’s happened.”

sukuna blinked. "what? sugar what are you takjin bout... the fuckin elevator seriously." 

“yes, dead serious,” you replied. “happened wednesday, too, doc.”

yaga let out a slow whistle. “sounds like you two got a habit of causin’ trouble wherever you roam.”

"not me just him!"

earlier that week — wednesday, to be exact — you, sukuna, and toji had ridden into the main district for a business meetin’.

things went south quick.

one of the deputies couldn’t keep his eyes where they belonged. he kept starin’ at you while you tapped away at the notes for the meetin’, lookin’ you over like a hungry coyote sizing up a fresh cut of meat. sukuna noticed — of course he did — but he held his tongue through most of the proceedings, jaw tight, knuckles flexin’ like he was wrestlin’ his temper into submission.

then came recess.

when everyone started movin’ about, sukuna watched that same fool deliberately drag his chair over and plant himself right beside you. the man leaned too close, crowdin’ your space like he had every right to be there.

that was when sukuna’s patience snapped like a dry twig under a boot heel.

his chair scraped loud against the floor as he rose, eyes sharp as a drawn blade, and his voice carried clear across the room, "lay a hand on my wife and i will blow ya brains out that fuckin wind you motherfucker. who are you to apporach my wife you empty-headed mule." toji caught sukuna before he could take so much as another step, clappin’ a firm hand down on his shoulder. The muscles in his arm bunched tight as a coiled rope, veins standin’ out from the sheer force it took to hold the man in place.

“you’re fixin’ to dig your own grave, boy.” toji warned. the man ran out the room and sukuna took his rightful seat next to you and toji plopped next to him. "you good?, missy" toji asked as you needed, sukuna pulled your chair closer to his own. 

after the meetin’ wrapped up, the lot of you crowded into the elevator, shoulder to shoulder. you ended up tucked in the back, leanin’ easy against your husband’s chest, while toji claimed the opposite corner, arms crossed and eyes closed.

the small space hummed low as the doors slid shut, the car lurchin’ into motion beneath your boots. after a few floors it was the three of you left in the elevator. sukuna started to get handsy and was massaging your ass. 

"ryou...toji is here." you looked to your side and saw toji still leaned up his eyes still closed. 

"ahh baby, toji won't mind plus you wouldn't you like toji to hear you cute little moans hmm." sukuna said in your ear as he slipped his hand between you thighs and rubbed your clit from your stockings (fucking in the car this mornin sukuna conveniently didn't give you back your panties). you froze. why did he say that? did he think you wanted toji?

sukuna kept moving his hand back and forth between your thighs and whispered,"it's okay i don' mind and i don't think toji would either mm. you got seven floors to go can you come by then?" you nodded.

seven floors. 

you started to ride sukuna's hands as he held your waist and helped move you. 

five floors. 

you grabbed on sukuna's arm and bit your lip. sukuna's finger started to circle your clit as well and you felt impossibly close.

three floors. 

two.

you moved against sukuna's hand faster as he tucked his head into your neck and splayed kisses on your neck. you looked over at toji again who had opened his eyes and was watching this all unfold with a grin. making eye contact with toji you came hard writhing on sukuna's hand as he stood up and pulled your skirt down quickly right before the elevator dinged open. sukuna grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the elevator, sharing a look with toji as you tried to pull yourself together. 

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mmm,” yaga hummed, tappin’ his pencil against the edge of his notepad. “so what exactly went sideways at work yesterday? you embarrassed to run into toji?”

“i wasn’t even in yesterday,” you groaned. “had myself a day off. came in today, and then that happened.” you dragged a hand down your face. “i don’t even know how I’m supposed to look him in the eye again. lord help me…”

Sukuna watched as you dropped your head into your hands, shoulders saggin’ with pure mortification. Yaga, meanwhile, scratched a few notes onto his pad, calm as a prairie breeze filling the room. "so, sheriff... is this a fantasy?"

sukuna was silent as he tapped his boot on the floor. " a lil bit." 

you shot upright at that, eyes wide. “baby… why didn’t you tell me?” your voice softened as you let out a shaky sigh. “you had me thinkin’ i was losin’ my mind.”

sukuna’s expression eased,"sugar i wasn' gon pile more worry on your shoulders,” he said low. "all these killings tackin’ up more work than we can breathe through, your mama whisperin’ in your ear about babies… then watchin’ you twist yourself into knots over nothing.” he met your eyes, steady and honest. “there just weren’t a right moment to lay it on you and i see how toji looks at you."

"how he looks at me?"

"like he wants you, but he can't have you cause you're all mine." yaga looks between the two of you admiring the love that is easily seen. 

"see y'all just had to communicate... seems like what you want sukuna is for toji to be jealous of you?"

"he is jealous...what i want is different." he looked at sukuna expectantly. 

"i'll show you sugar."he said as he stood up quickly giving you a head kiss and then rushing out the room. 

"ryo...what"

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an hour later, you pulled up to the house after leavin’ Yaga’s office behind. you’d paid good coin for that time — and you aimed to make full use of every last minute of it. you got home slippin' off your shoes but you seen two shoes in the doorway not just sukuna's. "ryoumen?"

you didn't hear a response but you heard shuffling in your bedroom. you creeped slowly and saw the door opened slightly. you crept up and pushed the door open. the sight itself shocked you. your husband ryoumen sukuna naked, getting sucked off...by his fellow fully naked sheriff toji fushiguro. you gasped alerted them and sukuna moved his gave to you and he had a gag in his mouth as he tried to talk to you. toji looked up as he moved his hand up and down sukuna's cock while licking down the side. sukuna came in thick mean squirts against hsi abdomen snd it seemed like he had already came before you got there. 

you weren't exactly mad at the sight, your squeezed thighs was enough to implicate that. you and sukuna had talks about what you were both into and you've explored before but still this was still new. toji got up under your watchful eye and walked up towards you completely dominating you in height. "hey sweetness, you wanna join in?" you watched him with wide eyes as you nodded. toji grabbed you and flung you on the bed as you bounced. toji walked so he was standing above you and and pulled you down towards him. he crawled above you and looked back at sukuna who was furrowing his brows and leaned and led a line wwith his tongue from your collarbone up the right of your neck, over your cheek and kissed you dropping his tongue into your mouth kissing you deeply.

the kiss alone had you moaning as tojimoved his hands done your body ripping you clothes off your body. toji seperated from you spit connecting your mouths as he started to bite down your body to your wet pussy. discarding your shirt, and skirt all was left was your stockings. toji grabbed the middle of your stockings ripping them straight through the middle flinding them somewhere in the room. you whined in protest but that was quickly stopped as toji slapped you boob before biting the left one. you let out a huge moan as bit and tugged on your left nipple and massaged your right. 

toji moved down to your dripping cunt opening his mouth and closing it around your entire pussy before closing and tugging on your clit. he swirled his tongue around your pussy and you reached for your head. but toji abruptly stood up and landed one hard slap on your pussy. you screamed and he grabbed your chin looking deep into your eyes. 

"whose in charge here?"

"you.." you whimpered. he slapped your cunt again and tears started to fall from your eyes. "you.. toji.. you!"

"toji what?"

"sheriff toji!!" toji smiled in acknowledgment before kissing you and pulling you off the bed. you landed on the floor, your legs open and you arms beside your body. toji grabbed your hair and started to fuck your mouth. he kept pushing you until you choked then pulling you up until you were at his tip, sputtering. when you finally were almost able to take him fully you grabbed on his thighs and dug you nails in. you looked to your right and saw sukuna watching you intently breathing hard, spit almost fulling covering his gag and he was hard again. his cock stood hard and angry almost staring at you.

toji let go of your hair and you came for air as you jerked him up with your hand. you licked down his shaft before taking his balls into your mouth and sucking on them. as you sucked off toji you played with your clit and you were so close. toji grabbed your neck and turned you around on the floor having you to look up and back at him. he gestured for you to open your mouth and he slid his cock back in your mouth. he held you thoart as you were bended backward and couldn't see anything but toji's balls. your hand returned to your pussy and toji fucked into your mouth further before you both came. he pulled out of your mouth and pulled you up so he could kiss you again. 

he turned to sukuna,"i see why you love 'er. sexy lil miss." he said as he slapped your ass. you looked at sukuna in worry as he seemed to go red. you looked at toji and he gave you a nod allowing you to check on your husband. but toji pushed you to your knees and only said, "crawl."

"darlin' you okay baby?" you said sa you crawled to your husband and sat between his legs. yo looked at his cock and saw he was getting hard again. "did you come from watching toji fuck my mouth?" you sat up on your knees and moved up his body and removed his gag. he took a deep breath and moved his eyes between you and toji who was now standing behind you petting your hair. toji reached his hand out and slapped sukuna across his face. "she asked you a question didn't she?" you reached for where he hit sukuna wanting to soothe him as he turned his head back jaw tightenin'.

"i'm okay baby, don' worry bout me. as long as you enjoy yourself..."

"that's not all she asked."

"toji please.. poor thing" 

toji didn't like that sukuna still had so much ego even though he had just came down his wife's throat. he shoved the gag back in sukuna's mouth and lifted you up so your legs were wrappe around your waist and you were face to face right above sukuna. toji teased his cock between your folds holding you up in his strong arms. he slowly slipped you down his cock until you hit the base with a gasp and he started fucking you midair. 

"oh god! toji..". you couldn't breathe toji was so big...sukuna was big but toji had a girth it felt like he was splitting you in two. and the fact that all you had to do was hang onto him as he pushed you up and down hsi cock had your head spinning. soon toji slowed down his thrusts slightly and bent you so you were, still getting fucked  but face to face with sukuna's dick.

you never did this before, t felt liek you were doing a back bend mid air as you opened your mouth took sukuna in. once toji saw you had a handle on sukuna's cock where you were comfortable he started to fuck into again at a harsher pace. each thrust from toji fucked sukuna's dick further and further into your mouth you felt dizzy. youtook as much of him in as you could and wrapped your hands against the base before toji oulled you up where you were face to face with him again. he played with your clit while shoving his tongue in your mouth again for a deep kiss. you came, squeezing toji tightly and biting down on his lip freeing some blood. toji released you before he placed you on sukuna's dick and shoved his cock back in your mouth. 

you were already overstimulated from three orgasms but you were desperate to feel your husband's cum warm up your pussy. you bounced on sukuna as toji grabbed you hair to move you on his cock. tears flew from your eyes again as the exhaustion and overstimulation caught up to you. toji used his free hand to remove one sukuna's arm restraints before focusing back on you. sukuna freed his other hand before grabbing your hips and fucked you down on his cock. he shared a look with toji before they came in you simultaneously and you fell back on your husband.

you were beat and toji sat on the edge of your bed as you curled up on your husband who held you and kissed your head.

"so what do you say?"

sukuna looked at up at toji with a questioning look. 

"you wanna get fucked next sheriff?"

"fuck you."

cw: [creampie, degradation, praise kink, mommy kink, dacryphilia]

plug!choso doesn't know if he is in heaven or hell.

heaven, because you have your full attention on him. your eyes are watching him like he matters more than anything else in the room. and because he's between your legs, lapping at your wet cunt desperately.

hell, because the only reason he got in this position is because you think he’s a thief.

but choso would never steal from you! not ever. yes, he “samples” the weed you gave him to distribute on campus, but he always made sure to move enough product to cover it. he balanced the numbers. he did the math. he was responsible about it just for you.

he even started slipping in more money, extra $20, or so everytime he brought back his share just to get your praise. calling him a good worker, great sport, smart business man... just not good boy.

choso was strung up on you. he just wanted your approval. and the way you had watched him after he came up short again, made his stomach twist in ways he didn’t fully understand.

and you weren’t loud about it. you didn’t accuse him outright. but after counting up the money, you had choso sit here for an hour and a half. in silence.

the intensity of your gaze, it made him shiver and his dick hard, and he loved hated that it did.

there was something about the quiet confidence in your posture, the way you rested your chin against your knuckles while thinking, the steady rhythm of your heel against the floor.

and choso, for all his size and reputation, felt oddly small under that gaze. he felt even smaller in fact, instead of saying anything, you simply turned back to your cards.

you resumed playing with toji like nothing had happened, fingers moving smoothly as you dealt without missing a beat. and every so often, you’d glance up at choso from beneath your lashes, something hidden in your eyes — amusement, maybe. as he struggled not to whimper in this room full of men oblivious to his torture.

the room felt too warm.

too quiet.

toji chuckled at something unrelated, but choso barely heard it. all he could focus on was the way your heel tapped lightly against the floor and the way you refused to give him the reaction he was bracing for. the way your toes brushed up against him and he kept wishing it was his dick.

it felt like forever before you finally set your cards down and choso finally was graced with your beautiful, round eyes again. 

“what are we going to do about you?” you continued, tone calm but weighted. “i never expected this. i’m… disappointed.”

the word settled heavy between you.

choso straightened instinctively, jaw tightening. he’d taken worse from other people. harsher words. louder threats.

but coming from you? god, choso wanted to die.

and of course all you did was smirk as you stood and waved your hand, the men filling the room disappearing as you shook your head and started towards him.

he watched fearful of what he wanted you to do to him you could do to him. as sweet as you seemed, as beautifully as your breast sat up on your chest and as perky as your ass was choso knew you were in charge for a reason.

“now you owe me cho. what are you gonna do about that?” you said sweetly as if you weren’t handing choso a death sentence. he gulped as he watched you wander off to your desk and plopped into your huge chair.

“i-i can make it up to you i swear.” choso stammered as he turned around to you standing up quickly, almost too quickly.

“show me then.”

choso stood and watched you beckoning him over with a small wave of your fingers. he started to step forward before you tutted at him in pointed to the floor.

“down cho.” choso gulped and couldn’t think he could possibly get any harder. and it was obvious you knew that watching how your smirk grew as your eyes dropped down to his very prominent bulge.

choso slowly dropped with a heavy thud as he on all fours started to crawl out to your desk. he stopped in front of you sitting on his legs and you reached a hand out grazing his jaw.

you looked down at him as he refused to meet your eyes. you thought he was cute.

you always did especially when he first met you and he was so cute he even agreed to a 90-10 split of the proceeds, which was already generous of you giving him more than 5% honestly!

you saw the way he so obedient unlike the other imbeciles you were in charge of. and always noticed how hard he got just from you barely touching him. not to mention that first time you praised him how he seemed to shake from his excitement.

fair to say choso was your favorite. you knew it. he knew it. everyone knew it.

he was your little golden retriever..your cute little puppy and now he had disappointed you.

“mmm- what’s this you’re not gonna make it up to me anymore puppy? you don’t respect me?” you mockingly pouted at him.

“no-no i do! i will!” choso shook his head as he looks up at you tears welling up as he moved to sit up but was stopped with your index finger to his head pushing him back down.

you shook your head as you faced him now, as arms crossed as you watched choso’s internal turmoil.

“can i- can..” choso whimpered as he closed his eyes and looked down at him hands rubbing in his lap.

“speak up choso.”

he gasped as he looked up at your serious expression hearing you call his full name…

“can i touch you…? please?” he asked pleadingly as tears started to fall slowly from his eyes, lip trembling as he felt so awful… he disappointed you.

and that's how choso found himself between your legs lapping up your cunt like a mad man, like a man starved because trust me, he was.

he imagined being between your legs since the day he met you and you handed him his fate weed.

he circled your clit with his tongue as he pushed one finger inside you. he moved his head around in circles lapping at your cunt like a man starved. you watched him petting his hair as your back arched unconsciously and you moaned out.

choso kept moving his finger before slowly adding a second and sucking on your clit. you threw back your head gripping choso's loose locks, gasping out another moan when you heard a rough knock at the door.

"come toj!" you were able to call out as you fixed your shirt and looked down again at choso who looked up at you with wide eyes still sucking on your clit.

toji pushed open the door as you sat up a bit, holding one of chosos bun tightly in your grip as he tried to pull away. "did i say you could move?" you snapped at him. choso whimpered as he felt toji's eyes land on him as he found choso curled up under your left leg.

you grinned up at toji like this was a normal occurence as he handed you a binder silently. you read over it's contens holding choso firmly to your pussy as toji continued to watch the entire thing unfold.

choso felt so humiliated. he never would want anyone to see him in this position especially toji. a six foot three man reduced to nothing as he ate you out, you overpowered him.

choso whimpered as he felt toji's eyes burn into him and he started to rut involuntarily against your right leg that was placed snuggly between his thighs. as much as he wanted to curl up under your desk, this was turning him on even more than he thought and before he could stop himself he was fully grinding on your leg that grounded him as he still sucked on your pussy.

you didn't notice at first still trying to keep up with the feeling of choso on your clit. you rolled your neck and focused your gaxe back on toji who furrowed his brows looking down on choso.

"is he..?"

"are you fucking serious choso?" you snapped at him again pulling his head harshly out of your legs. his face heavily flushed and covered in your essence as he licked around his face where his tonguw could reach, breathing heavily pussy drunk off of you.

"who said you could get off? you're supposed to be making it up to me and here you are acting like a fucking dog!" you threw his head back as you stood fixing your skirt.

you threw the binder on your desk and pulled choso to sit on his knees right next to your chair leaned up against your desk.

and took your heeled foot and pressed right on his very prominent bugle hard. choso whimpered as he doubled over grasping at your leg that held down on his cock.

"stop that. since you can't follow simple fucking directions." you pulled choso up who looked you pleadingly, tears welling up.

"i'm sorry.. i'm-.. i'm sorry mommy!" he blubbered out his first teasrs starting to spill. you all froze once what choso said finally settled on all of you. choso stayed with wide eyes as he grabbed on your legs and let out a sob. god, this couldn't get any worse.

and it didn't. "aww, cho. it's okay baby." you murmured to him wiping. a few tears from his face and licking it off your thumb. "just wait a little bit hmm? you still need to be punished." you caressed choso's face but didn't let up the pressure you had on his bulge twisting your foot just bit more making him cry out more.

you faced toji again who looked almost unfazed by the display except for his growing breaths. "if this is true, you know what to do."

toji nodded as he turned and left the room closing the door back behind him not without passing another glance at choso who was still meekly hung onto your leg.

and as the door shut, you tsked before lifting your foot up from choso's cock, bending down to hsi level.

“aww, poor cho,” you cooed softly, tilting your head as you looked at him. “i’m sorry, yeah? it wasn’t you. it was mahito.”

you let out a quiet sigh, stepping a little closer. “he was skimming from your stash, and you’re the one who caught heat for it. you must’ve been so confused.”

your expression softened just slightly.

“i’ll make it up to you, okay?” choso looked up aat you with big teary eyes as he nodded at you. you got him to your desk chair and brushed your thumbs across his cheeks to clean off his tears. you followed after him and starddled his lap as you kisses his cheeks where his tears had just left.

"what do you want now, cho?" you blinked at him cutely.

choso felt like he was on top of the world and all he could was stare at you. he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. his gaze drifted down to your lips, still wet from you licking them. he brushed his index finger against your lip pulling it down sliglty.

he grabbed both sides of your face to make your lips puff out and slammed his face into your lips and kissed you feverntly. you gasped in surprise and choso took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and explore your mouth.

he had dominance at first but your tongue wuickly overpowered his and he again was beaten down into submission..even in a kiss.

you pulled away from him running your kisses down his neck and started to slip down tot he fllor before he stopped you. you looked up from his collar bone to choso shaking his head and pulling his pants down to reveal his cock.

"need you...please." you nodded in agreement, smiling at his sweetly and you grasped his dick with a gentle touch and swiped his tip through your folds. you popped his tip in and choso thre his head back gasping as he held onto your hips.

you steadied yourself one hand on his shoulder as you slowly pushed down on his dick. and it was tough. choso had some girth to him but more over he was long. you whimpered lightly as you tried to take him down to the base. and choso was absolutely done his arms dropped to his sides, his eyes rolled back as his head was thrown back on your chair, his adams apple bobbing for each inch you push down on.

when you finally meet down to his base you both groaned out deeply. you pulled up again to where just his tip was inside you and dropped down.

you continued bouncing on his lap, finally getting the needed friction you craved. you grasped at his baggy hoodie, crying out as you kept moving along choso's length. before long he couldn't take it. he grabbed you hips and started fucking up into you with a fierce intensity.

you were completely gone head back, drool falling out of your mouth, and your eyes rolling back as he started to hit your sweet spot over and over. before long you could feel your orgasm approaching, you make eye contact with choso and pull him into a messy, sloppy kiss coming with a loud moan in his mouth. you clamped down on his dick and twitched when he finally started to stagger desperately chasing his high.

just coming off your high, you watch choso's wide eyes asking a question as he continued to fuck into you.

"inside cho, come in me."

and that's all it took for choso to finish as he held you down on his dick as he spurted long strings of cum into you. he never knew he could cum this much and he just kept going. soon enough, he was all tired out and let go of your hips as you caressed his face, whispering little praises to him and clearing his face of the loose hair strands.

synopsis: rookie guard satoru gojo quickly learns what starts as curiosity turns into something harder to ignore as inconsistencies begin to surface in the prison and the prison’s silence feels more like a warning. and the deeper satoru looks, the clearer it becomes—something is wrong with inmate 0001, something is buried deep within the prison walls, and whatever she’s hiding… she was never meant to survive it.

pairing: rookie!guard gojo x inmate!reader

content: PLOT!!!!! w porn, reader is unstable, manipulation, death, blood, mental health, harley Quinn!reader, psychotic behavior, deep infatuation, secrets, misunderstanding, attempted murder, gore & dark themes (not that bad lol), satoru is lowkey a dummy, sukuna is unhelpful asf!, shady business, smut, themes around death, murder & revenge — wc: tbd!

process with caution!!! — each chapter has its own warnings.

case file 001

case file 002 - reality

case file 003 - safety

© yorikae

pairing: rookie!guard gojo x inmate!reader

synopsis: inmate 0001 was unpredictable and a danger to herself and others. her file says so, the prison says so, and yet she’s still there watching. assigned to her level, rookie guard satoru gojo quickly learns she doesn’t behave like the others.

content: violence, blood, death, unstable/volatile reader, manipulation and coercion, psychological distress, mental health themes, imprisonment, authority/inmate dynamics, power imbalance, morally grey characters

wc: 4.7k | mini series mlist

case ???; reinstatement — year: 2030.10.27

satoru sat impatiently, lightly tapping his heavy boot against the concrete floor as he waited for the debrief to end. the sound echoed faintly in the room, but not enough to drown out the one thing on his mind...you.

he just wanted out. oh how much he missed you, and he knew he shouldn’t!

he really shouldn’t.

you’d been in solitary confinement for four months after the last stunt you pulled for him. and the guilt never really left.

he remembered your pouty face, and blood-covered hands as the reinforcements came to take him from the bloodied corridor, and in his foggy state of mind, he could see you peeking through the legs of the officers surrounding you, your head tilted just slightly, eyes locked onto him like nothing else in the world existed. as they dragged him away to safety

but where else was safer than with you?

satoru leaned back in his chair, jaw tightening as the thought settled deep in his chest.

he missed you.

missed the way your entire demeanor softened when it was just the two of you. that strange, bubbly warmth you didn’t show anyone else. the way you looked at him like he was the only person in your world.

and in your own small, twisted bubble inside that maximum security prison

he was.

no one else fit you like he did...rookie guard satoru gojo.

“and again,” warden sukuna’s voice cut through the room, sharp and authoritative, “inmate 0001 is to be reintroduced to general population. she is to be shackled at all times. all corridors cleared before transport back to cell block a.”

a pause.

“if her good behavior continues, she may be reinstated fully.”

someone shifted in their seat.

“…wasn’t inmate 0001 declared dead?”

“yes,” sukuna snapped. “she killed her.”

the room fell silent.

“you’re all dismissed,” he added shortly. “inumaki. okkotsu. gojo. stay.”

satoru slumped further in his chair as the others quickly filed out, the heavy metal door slamming shut behind them with a final echo that seemed to settle in his bones.

“you three,” sukuna continued, eyes scanning over them, “are assisting with inmate 0001’s transport.”

all three of them straightened instinctively as the warden began pacing in front of them.

“she’s particularly fond of you two,” he said, pointing lazily toward yuta and inumaki. “thinks yuta’s some kind of sad puppy, and inumaki’s a ‘silent baby tiger’ or whatever the hell she called him in her psych evaluation.”

he sighed, dragging a hand down his face before his gaze landed on satoru.

“and you…” sukuna huffed. “she likes you.”

heat crept up satoru’s neck instantly, his shoulders stiffening under the sudden attention.

“anyway,” sukuna continued, already moving on, “get ready to extract her. fushiguro will ensure she’s properly restrained.”

restrained.

satoru had heard the word plenty of times before. but seeing it... and seeing you in it was way way worse.

though the warden had a heavy emphasis on you being restrained actually seeing unresponsive, bound and handled like something dangerous instead of someone human really broke satoru’s heart.

a muzzle secured over your mouth, your curly hair spilling around your face in messy strands. your arms locked tight in a straitjacket, your legs bound, your entire body suspended and controlled by a pulley that toji held steady, strapped and secured like you might snap at any second.

satoru’s hands twitched at his sides and it took everything in him not to move. not to walk forward, undo every strap, every restraint, and take you out of there himself.

he watched as the rest of the men were wary to approach you even in your knocked out state.

but what was even more shocking was the man who stood too close, too meanly by you, as if he could do something in his fragile state.

satoru’s expression darkened instantly.

“crazy bitch,” the mysterious man muttered under his breath, staring down at your restrained form like you were nothing.

he leaned in closer, voice low and venomous.

“i’ll get you back in blood for what you did.”

the rest of the transport was uneventful. the other inmates were outside for their daily hours as they finally arrived back at your cell. and finally getting you down on your mattress, satoru couldn't help but watch your peaceful expression and drag a finger down your cheek before he quickly closed your cell door back.

it reminded him of the first day he met you.

case file 01 — introduction; 2030.01.18

being shown around the massive industrial prison at just twenty-two years old wasn’t exactly how satoru imagined starting his career.

it had only been a month.

and somehow, he’d already been transferred to maximum security.

“listen, kid,” sukuna started, stopping just outside the final cell block. his voice was low, rough, like he’d said this speech a hundred times before. “these women are crazy. and the last one, no matter how cute she looks, don’t let her near your balls.”

he glanced over his shoulder.

“bit the last ones off the guard that tried to get handsy.”

his throat went dry as he followed after sukuna, boots echoing against the concrete while the women behind the bars reached out as he passed, catcalling, laughing, fingers stretching through the gaps like they could grab him if he got too close.

he turned back, catching the way satoru’s eyes darted nervously behind his glasses. without a word, sukuna reached out, plucked them clean off his face, and hooked them into the collar of his uniform.

“don’t want her breaking your fragile eyes.”

satoru swallowed hard.

the deeper they walked, the quieter it got.

the noise faded into something distant, replaced by a low hum that seemed to vibrate through the walls themselves. water dripped steadily from somewhere above, echoing softly as it hit the floor below.

they passed more cells, all empty.

numbers etched into metal.

0007

0004

0002

satoru felt bile come up in his thoart as they walked down the the long corridor before they landed again outside a regular cell door.

0001

the sound of sukuna’s keys jangling snapped satoru out of his thoughts. the lock clicked, metal shifting, and the door slid open just enough for them to step through into a smaller, more contained corridor.

this one was different. it was quieter...colder.

guards stood posted outside your...cage. then your voice cut through the pinched silence, bright almost too bright for such a place.

“ah! kunaaaaa! you’re back.”

sukuna didn’t react much, just glanced toward you like this was routine.

“yeah,” he said flatly. “are you behaving?”

you pouted immediately, hands slipping through the bars as you leaned forward, your voice taking on a playful edge.

“you’re asking me like your guards don’t start trouble first.”

your gaze dragged from sukuna down his broad frame before landing on the man behind him. on satoru.

and everything about you lit up.

your face broke into a wide smile, fingers tightening around the bars as you leaned closer, nearly pressing your face through them.

“hi, hi, hi!” you chirped, eyes bright as you took him in. “oh my god—you’re so handsome.” as satoru froze completely under your gaze.

you caused this much harm?

“kuna,” you hummed, not taking your eyes off him, “who’s this?”

a pause and the men watched intently for your next words flow from you.

"a new friend?"

your smile only grew wider.

“no,” sukuna said flatly. “he’s my officer.”

“your very, very handsome officer,” you corrected immediately, nodding to yourself like that settled it.

sukuna ignored you.

“gojo,” he said instead, jerking his chin slightly. “this is inmate 0001. formerly 0007.”

“I AM NOT SEVEN.”

your voice snapped through the corridor, sharp and sudden as your brows furrowed, fingers tightening around the bars. the guard beside you straightened immediately, stepping forward like he was ready to shut you up before you could escalate.

“no reason that bitch gets to be one,” you muttered, still glaring, your voice dropping but no less venomous. “i am number one.”

the tension lingered for a second before you exhaled, shoulders dropping like it passed just as quickly as it came.

sukuna huffed out a quiet laugh, already pulling a cigarette from his pocket and settling it between his lips like none of it mattered.

you watched him for a second. then your tone shifted entirely.

soft, sweet and light. almost like the outburst hadn’t happened at all.

“kuna…” you hummed, tilting your head slightly, fingers curling loosely around the bars again. “since you’re here…”

your eyes flicked up at him, bright, expectant.

“can i go on my walk now?”

“really, now?” sukuna drawled, smoke curling faintly from the cigarette resting between his lips as his eyes shifted, landing squarely on satoru. “got something to do with our new guest?”

“nooooo…” you dragged the word out, rocking slightly on your feet as you clung to the bars, voice turning syrupy sweet. “i like taking walks with you, kuna. makes me feel all safe and warm inside.” as you and the man both stared each other down.

“…okay!” you chirped suddenly, the act dropping just enough to let something more honest slip through. “i wanna talk to the cute guard too. but i do like our walks—you take me to the garden, and sometimes we go to your offic—”

you cut yourself off mid-sentence.

sukuna’s glare sharpened, and you shrank just slightly under it, lips pressing together before pushing into a pout.

“and when it’s you and toji,” you added quickly, tone softening again, almost pleading now, “i don’t have to wear all those cuff thingys…”

your fingers tightened around the bars as you leaned forward.

“you take me to all the nice places,” you murmured. “toji doesn’t care.”

and somehow your pleas did work. maybe they even melted the heart of the bosterous man.

you walked with sukuna and satoru as if it was the most natural thing in the world, completely unbothered as the warden continued his tour of the newly restricted levels satoru had just been granted access to.

“you’ll need your key card here—”

“so what’s your name?”

you cut him off without hesitation, leaning across sukuna’s body, practically hanging off his arm just to peer at satoru. your face was way too close, eyes wide and curious as you studied him like he was something new.

“ah— satoru,” he said, caught off guard as his gaze flickered away from where sukuna had been pointing. “gojo satoru.”

his voice came out quieter than he expected.

because now you were looking at him, really looking at him.

because wow you were pretty. really fucking pretty.

"fuck, stop that,” sukuna muttered, barely sparing you a glance as he lazily tried to shake you off, one arm shifting like he meant to fling you away without actually putting in the effort.

you just giggled, still hanging there like you belonged.

"hmm cute!"

case file ????; escalation — year: 2030.6.10

it had only been five months since satoru started workiing on your level.

five months... and you had him wrapped around your finger. literally.

there was something about him that calmed you, softened you just enough for sukuna to finally move you back into a overly secure cell, not a regualr one just yet, though not without a very strict warning. especially after you realized you could see more of the white-haired man now that you were in general population.

which is exactly what you were doing now.

you stood on your tiptoes, peering out through the small barred window of your cell, blowing soft raspberries into the open air as you stretched your hand out as far as you could.

“toruuuuu… toru, toru, toruuu…”

your voice came out in a hushed sing-song, fingers wiggling as you waited.

a pout slowly formed when nothing happened. but it didn't stay for long when you felt the brush of him warm fingertips at the tips of your fingers.

“ah! there you are!”

your face lit up instantly, fingers curling slightly to catch his.

“i’m here,” satoru murmured from the other side of the bars, his voice low, easy. “don’t worry.”

you giggled, looking up at him through the metal.

“wow… you’re so tall.”

he hummed in response, his gaze flickering over you for a moment before drifting around your cell, checking.

“you doin’ okay in there?”

“yup,” you nodded quickly, bobbing your head like it was the simplest answer in the world.

satoru was about to say something else, a light smile coming up on his face as he opened his mouth to say something before another voice cut in.

“aw… look at that.”

mahito’s voice slithered through the corridor, lazy and amused as he approached from down the hall, hands tucked into his pockets like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“didn’t know we were runnin’ a daycare down here now.”

satoru’s expression didn’t change, but of course, you noticed the way his shoulders stiffened just slightly.

mahito stopped a few feet away, tilting his head as he looked between the two of you, a grin slowly pulling at his lips.

“careful, gojo,” he added, voice dropping just enough to sound like a warning wrapped in a joke. “wouldn’t want you gettin’ too attached to the merchandise.”

but satoru didn't take the bait, he kept his eyes on you, his fingers still lightly grasping you finger tips as if it was grounding him before responding.

“do your rounds, mahito,” he said instead, flat and uninterested, like the man wasn’t worth more than a passing thought.

mahito only laughed.

“yeah, yeah,” he waved him off, already turning away. “rookies always think they’re special.”

his footsteps echoed as he walked off, the sound of his laughter lingering just a little too long in the corridor and soon enough he was gone.

satoru turned his head watching the man disappear, huffing as he turned his attention back to exhaling quietly about to pretend like nothing happened.

but you were already frowning.

your brows pulled together, lips pressing into a small, unhappy pout as you looked up at him.

“…is he always mean to you like that?” you asked softly.

satoru blinked in surprise and shrugged it off like it was nothing. because it was exactly that nothing.

“nah,” he said lightly. “just gives me shit ’cause i’m a rookie. don’t worry about it.”

and he tried to give you an easy smile, the one that always comes you down from brawls with other inmates...but not this time. your frown only deepened.

like something about it didn’t sit right with you at all.

you stared at him for a second longer before your fingers slipped away from the bars.

“no one should be mean to toru,” you murmured, almost to yourself.

and then you stepped back.

and quietly walked over to your bed.

you climbed onto it without another word, curling in on yourself as you laid down facing the wall. just like that, no other movement or words for the next few seconds that felt like hours.

satoru stood there for a moment, hand still half lifted where you had been.

“…hey.”

and for the first time since he started working this level...something uneasy settled in his chest.

case file ????; the incident — year: 2030.6.15

satoru was right to be concerned.

your entire attitude did a complete 180 not just to the guards but to everyone including him. your toru!

your usually abrasive nature didn’t disappear—it just dulled. sharp remarks turned into quiet sneers, grumbles muttered under your breath at the other officers. you still resisted, still pushed, but it was… quieter and controlled. but with satoru, you were just silent.

the very man who was supposed to make you happy, who used to pull those bright reactions out of you so easily, you barely spoke to him at all.

it got even stranger when the only officer you seemed willing to acknowledge was that of lieutenant officer choso kamo. you’d stand in front of him, serious for once, gently petting his hair with a slight tilt of your head like you were studying him.

but unlike how you usually were, that was it, no words or laughter.

just that quiet, unnerving attention.

and it was like that for days.

satoru had it the worst.

you barely responded to him anymore. only soft hums, small pouts, or quiet mumbling under your breath as you picked at your hands, avoiding his gaze more often than not.

and the shift did not go unnoticed, especially by mahito and the other higher-ranked officers, who took it as an opportunity, their teasing growing sharper, louder, more relentless every time they saw him try to get a reaction out of you.

“told ya, rookies always think they’re fucking special.”

“should’ve just pointed you to the one that gives good head.”

“aww… you miss your girlfriend?”

“can’t reason with crazy, pretty boy.”

and each time they said it...

each time their voices carried just enough for you to hear—

you got worse.

your frowns deepened whenever satoru was near, your silence stretching longer, heavier. to everyone else, it looked like he’d lost whatever “touch” he had with you.

like you were done with him.

especially once you were allowed back into the courtyard with the other inmates.

that’s where it got ugly because you watched everything.

the way mahito joked. the way the younger officers got pushed around, brushed off, humiliated. the way inumaki got shoved aside like he didn’t matter for god's sake!

no one else seemed to notice. but you did.

it all came to a head when you couldn't do anything...not now but utahime pressed you more like nagging about something stupid, a game of dominoes, something meaningless, you snapped threatening to skin the rest of her body like a leopard to match the scar on her face. they were barely able to hold you guys back from each other other.

they had to call satoru in to calm you down.

and even then he barely managed to stop you from clawing her eye out.

not that anyone really cared. your new attitude made things easier for them.

if you stayed quiet, stayed distant, stayed unapproachable then they didn’t have to worry about your outbursts. easy peasy!

you were quiet, easy and most of all manageable. so everyone were excited by it! pleased even. everyone but satoru. he tried everything.

anything to get you to smile again.

and sometimes in small, fleeting moments between you two, he succeeded.

like when you’d reach up and push his glasses back into place while walking beside him. or the time he snuck your cell door open just long enough to press a quick kiss to your lips, his hand coming up to pat your head before he slipped away before the next shift took over.

and the way your eyes lit up after that... it was enough.

just enough to soften you again, your heavy demeanor easing into something calmer as you followed him quietly during his rounds through the west wing.

satoru had been promoted recently from petty officer to junior officer in just six months. and his relationship with sukuna and you was enough authority now to take you on your walks. even though you were supposed to be cuffed and he was supposed to have another higher-ranking officer accompany him, having you on his rounds so far hasn't caused any harm.

and today other than the heavy silence that followed you as of late, the silence between you felt different. not heavy and not tense. just… quiet.

“toru,” you murmured softly from behind him, your finger dragging lazily along the wall as you followed.

he lit up instantly.

actually jumped a little before turning to you, excitement slipping through as he stepped closer, hand reaching out to brush lightly against your cheek.

“yeah? you okay?” he asked, voice soft. you smiled softly, leaned in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, and meekly moved back.

“if mahito is gone…” you started, your hands coming up to take his, fingers playing with his absentmindedly. “does that mean you’ll get his position?”

satoru blinked, caught off guard before letting out a small, awkward laugh.

“well… kinda. but it’ll probably go to someone more experienced. i’m still a rookie—only been here like six months.”

you tilted your head.

“but it would go to someone nicer… like cho?”

your eyes were wide, staring back blankly at his own. too wide.

he hesitated.

“…yeah, maybe,” he said, brushing it off with a light laugh. “don’t worry your pretty head about that. we’ll get promoted eventually.”

and like that you both continued to walk for the rest of the rounds.

satoru had already brushed it off as simple curiosity.

you were unpredictable, sure, but still.

he didn’t think too much of it. until he turned around mid laugh on the very funny (only he thought it was) story that he was telling you... or well he thought he was.

and you weren’t there.

his smile dropped. “…hey?”

nothing. just the ghost of your presence from where you were supposed to be.

he looked around, frowning as he tried to retrace where you could’ve gone. how long had he been talking to himself?

and why

was he more upset that you missed his story than the fact that he’d just lost a level S inmate under his watch?

“…shit.” sukuna was going to kill him.

but you couldn’t have gotten far, right?

right?

satoru exhaled slowly, tightening his grip on the taser at his side as he started back down the corridor, checking corners, scanning every empty stretch of hallway. thankfully, his rounds was on the empty side of the corridor and he wouldn't be faced with no other officers...no witnesses.

especially because he was not ready to explain that he’d lost one of the most dangerous inmates in the facility in an empty section of a twenty-five story prison.

he popped his head around empty corridors until he heard voices muffled and strained. and then a very sharp yelp.

satoru ran until he landed at the end of the corridor and he saw a lot of red.

too much red.

he came face to face with the culprit. you on top holding the knife high above both of your bodies as you stared down blankly to a wailing mahito whose arm you mangled.

“hey. hey.” satoru murmured, raising his hands slowly as he stepped closer, careful not to startle you. “you don’t have to do that, yeah? me and mahito. we’re friends. okay?”

“yeah. yeah, we’re friends, fucking friends. get the fuck! off me,” mahito groaned from where you had him pinned clearly getting more irritated and less threatened now that satoru appeared.

“but he’s mean to you.”

“friends tease each other,” satoru said quickly, trying to keep his voice light as he inched closer.

you went quiet for a second.

"well mahito isn't my friend." you said monotonously before you plunged the knife down.

"NO!"

case file ????; rehabilitation — year: 2030.10.30

satoru thought back to that day as his hands gently brushed over the scar you left from that day.

“ ‘m sorry toru so you don’t get in trouble okay?”

he shivered remembering your blood covered face and how your soft hands brushed over his lips staining them red as you took out the knife from his chest.

he pulls his shirt down and fixed his shirt as he got ready for his shift. he got to see you again today.

he wasn’t able to get around to your confinement as you refused to see him even though he followed toji in since he didn’t care and you always looked so sad as you watched him when you thought he wasn’t looking and leaving little notes that you assumed never got to him.

he kept all of them, and even wrote you some back until you finally started to open up to him again in the last month of your confinement though he had to usually sneak in with choso or toji just to get a chance to see your pretty face.

the corridor was quiet as he walked down. the kind of quiet that settled wrong in satoru’s chest.

he stood outside your cell for a moment before stepping closer, fingers brushing lightly against the cold bars as he peeked inside.

“hey…” his voice came out softer than usual, much gentler.

you were sitting on your bed, shoulders slightly hunched, head down as one of the officers finished locking the restraints off your wrists. you didn’t look at them. didn’t say anything.

just quiet.

“don’t touch me.”

your voice snapped sharp, sudden, as you jerked your arm away from the officer’s grip, eyes flashing up at him with that same dangerous edge satoru knew too well.

the officer scoffed, stepping back with a muttered curse, clearly done dealing with you.

“crazy bitch,” he grumbled under his breath before walking off.

the quiet setlled again as satoru watched you mumble, "i'm not crazy."

you didn’t move right away, just sat there for a second longer before your gaze slowly lifted, landing on satoru, and the change was instant. your shoulders relaxed, your expression softened, and all that tension you carried with everyone else seemed to melt away the second you saw him.

“…toru.”

your voice came out small, almost shy, as you shifted slightly on the bed, glancing away before peeking back up at him through your lashes, your fingers fidgeting together in your lap.

“i didn’t mean to yell,” you murmured quietly. “m’sorry.”

satoru blinked, something in his chest tightening as he stepped a little closer to the bars, shaking his head gently. “it’s okay,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

you nodded like that was enough, like his words always were, before tilting your head slightly, your eyes flickering over him with quiet concern. “are you okay?” you asked softly. “are you… in pain?”

he paused at that, brows pulling together for just a moment before he gave you that easy, familiar smile. “nah,” he said lightly. “i’m good. don’t worry about me.”

but he couldn’t help the way his gaze lingered on you a second longer than it should have, taking in the small differences he hadn’t expected. you looked better. softer. your cheeks a little fuller than before, not as hollow, not as worn down, and it made something in his chest loosen in a way he didn’t fully understand.

“you’re okay too,” he added, almost under his breath, a small grin tugging at his lips. “look at you… got a little chub back in your cheeks.”

you blinked at him, surprised for a second before a small, soft smile spread across your face, and it was just for him.

it made him feel stupidly relieved.

“you won’t be in too much trouble either,” he continued, his tone turning lighter, almost teasing. “mahito’s alive. just really banged up—you did a number on him.”

the smile dropped from your face immediately.

your body went still, completely rigid as the words settled.

“…what?”

satoru hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden shift in you. “yeah,” he said slowly, his voice losing some of its lightness. “he’s alive. messed up pretty bad, but—”

“oh my god… satoru.”

his name.

his full name.

it made him stop completely.

you never called him that.

his smile faltered as something uneasy crept into his chest. “…hey—”

“you have to get me out of here.”

your voice wasn’t soft anymore. it wasn’t shy or playful or warm—it was urgent, sharp, almost panicked as you moved quickly to the bars, gripping them tight as you leaned toward him.

“they’re going to kill me.”

something cold slid down his spine.

“who?” he asked immediately, stepping closer without thinking, his voice dropping as his eyes searched your face. “who’s going to kill you?”

you stared at him for a second, your lips parting like you were about to say it, like the words were right there—

and then you leaned in just slightly, your voice dropping into something quieter.

something wrong.

“…the ones that run this prison."

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