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the comet observatory was supposed to be a place of profound, shimmering silence. a sanctuary where time stretched and bent like the starlight surrounding it, where rosalina!gojo could exist above the mundane concerns of the cosmos alongside his beloved partner—the princess of yoshi isles. not really princess since yoshi isles was basically a third world country.

but today the silence was being destroyed by twenty tiny, sentient stars.

"papa! papa!" the stars chanted outside the door.

The high-pitched chorus of lumas, his main little star banged against the reinforced observatory doors. You could see them—little glowing blobs of panic, pressing their faces against the crystal, their starry little limbs slapping fruitlessly against the lock. They could sense the shift in gravity. this was definitely one of the biggest cons of dating him—he had an army of star toddlers.

and gojo was losing his fucking mind. he was already taking off his belt but mainly stripping you down so he could get that sweet honey pot in between your legs. he couldn't even get some pussy in peace.

"papa! we are hungry! we sense distress!" a blue Luma said through the door, tiny star-fists battering the enchanted glass.

"we are NOT distressed!" gojo bellowed back, voice cracking as he frantically took off your clothes and then immediately focused on taking off his own. "We are having... ADULT TIME!" he said exasperated, clearly annoyed

"you are having adult time?" luma shrieked, scandalized, its little star-brows furrowing deep. "Is it the special hugging?"

gojo didn't bother to answer. he finally managed to strip down—his cock springing free and his mushroom tip glazed with his own pre-cum.

meanwhile you were sprawled across a futon. your hair messy, chubby thighs spread invitingly, cheeks flushed pink, impatient.

"you gonna lock that shit or what?" you huffed, sitting up on her your elbows like an impatient toddler herself. "I'm leaking here."

you were the princess of yoshi isles! you deserved immediate attention.

gojo finally slammed the deadbolt shut with a satisfying click the second you started whining. "locked," he breathed, leaning his forehead against the door. "finally."

"took you long enough," your thick legs shifting as you sprawled further.

gojo spun around, catching sight of you—spread out across the bed like a wild thing, soft and curvy and unapologetically naked. your fat pussy glistening with your own arousal.

his mouth watered. the air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and the primal, sweet musk of arousal. there was no more cosmic elegance, no more royal decorum—just the frantic, desperate heat of two people who had been starving for each other.

he didn't waste another second.

he practically crawled onto the futon, covering your soft, chubby body with his heavy, muscular frame. a stark contrast. you were absolute perfection—rolls, squish, softness, and the pudgy thighs. and that sweet fat pussy that he was addicted to.

"Mmph..." you grabbed his hair immediately, pulling him down.

he went straight for your mouth. rough, wet, hungry. tongue sliding against yours immediately. no teasing this time.

his tongue fucked your mouth like he was going to cum from it alone—deep, relentless, dominating. you moaned into it, your tits pressing against his chest, your clit already throbbing against his hard stomach as he ground against you.

he broke the kiss only to trail down, biting at your neck, sucking marks into your collarbone.

"fuck, you're so soft—"

you felt him shift lower, his thick hands gripping your meaty thighs wide apart, spreading you open. the thick, glistening slit of your pussy was right there—dripping, swollen, begging for it.

he didn't ask. He just dove.

tongue first—flat, hot, wet—dragging up from hole to clit in one greedy swipe.

a low, guttural groan ripped from your throat as his tongue swiped over your clit again, harder this time—swirling with a precision that made your toes curl and your hips jerk instinctively against his face.

"gosh, you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your skin, his breath hot and damp.

He didn't stop.

he continued to bury his face between your thighs, licking and sucking like he was starving. wet, sloppy noises filled the room—slurps and smacks that sounded absolutely filthy.

you fell apart instantly, grabbing handfuls of his hair, your chubby thighs trembling, your toes curling hard. he ate you with obsession—flicking your clit fast, then sucking it deep.

"o-oh fuck—oh fuuck-" you choked out, your soft thighs squirming and clamping down on his head as the first wave of pleasure hit your entire body like a thunderbolt.

your hips bucked hard against his face—completely involuntary—trying to get more of that tongue and suck and swallow. his tongue flicked over your peak relentlessly.

then suddenly he pulled away.

he ripped his face away from your dripping pussy, saliva stringing between his lips and your clit. you let out a desperate, disappointed whine—eyes rolling back in an eyeroll, thighs slick with your own wetness and his spit.

"no—no, baby, don't stop—" you moaned, reaching for him desperately.

he didn't stop because he was done.

he stopped because he wanted to be inside you.

he climbed up your body, his cock—a thick, heavy, flushed piece of absolute art—pressing against your soaked cunt. you could feel it... the weight, the heat, the way it throbbed against you like it was ready to split you in two.

"look at me,"

you forced your half-lidded, pleasure-drunken eyes to focus on him. your face was flushed, your lips swollen from kissing, and your chest heaved—your whole soft body trembling with the need for release.

he lined his heavy tip up with your drenched entrance. no teasing. no waiting. he pressed his forehead against yours, blue eyes burning into yours.

And then he shoved in, all the way to the hilt, in one brutal, merciless thrust.

you screamed, your walls instantly clenching around his thick girth, your thighs shaking violently as he split you open. you were so wet, so ready—but he was so fucking thick it still stretched you painfully, deliciously.

He didn't give you time to adjust.

he ulled out just as hard and slammed back in, setting a brutal rhythm immediately—deep, punishing strokes that made your tits bounce wildly, your soft rolls jiggling with every thrust, your back arching off the bed.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

the sound was deafening in the quiet room—the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, the heavy thud of his hips hitting yours, and the desperate, ragged sounds of your breath. evert time he slammed home, he hit your cervix, sending sparks of white-hot sensation straight to your brain.

"y-you're so tight," he growled it like a curse—teeth bared, veins popping in his neck as your chubby walls gripped him like a vice. your pussy was milking him relentlessly, clenching and unclenching around his thick shaft with every thrust.

he shifted angle—driving deeper, hitting that spot that made your vision go blurry.

"Nngh— fuck—!"

he grabbed your meaty thighs, hiking them up higher—wider—exposing every inch of your glistening, swollen cunt. your legs now up on his hips. his cock disappeared inside you completely, then pulled out until only the tip remained—then slammed back in hard enough to make you scream.

"Fuck—too much—!" you wailed, but your pussy was drinking him in. pulling him back in.

he ignored your protests, his thumbs pressing into the tender inner skin of your thighs, spreading you further. he fucked you ruthlessly—no pauses, no mercy. his balls slapped loudly against your puffy cunt lips with every brutal thrust, mixing with the sound of your screams.

and before you knew it... the pleasure was almost unbearable and your orgasm slammed into you without warning—white-hot, blinding, violent. your eyes rolled back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your pussy convulsed violently around his dick.

you weren't just cumming—you were squirting. a sudden rush of fluid soaked his stomach and your thighs, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice.

he let out a low, primal growl at the sensation of your walls milking him, his own composure shattering. he didn't pull out; instead, he buried himself even deeper, his hips grinding against your soaked, trembling mound as he chased his own edge.

"I'm coming—fuck, you're so fucking wet—" he slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt and holding there, his entire muscular frame locking up.

hot, thick ropes of cum painted your insides, filling you up until your belly felt warm and heavy. you moaned, feeling every pulse of his cock as he emptied himself into your spasming cunt, your thighs still shaking uncontrollably around his waist.

the silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of sex and the sound of two people trying to remember how to breathe. for a few minutes, the only movement was the slow, rhythmic pulsing of your bodies as you two gradually untangled

then, through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, a muffled sound drifted through the heavy doors.

thump. thump. thump

A tiny, high-pitched voice—or voices—echoed through the reinforced door.

"papa! papa! let us in'"

"papa!"

"we're bored!"

both of you froze. his cock was still twitching inside your oversensitive, cum-filled cunt. your tits were heaving. your thighs were still weak as jelly.

he looked like he wanted to disappear—like he could somehow phase through the floor and vanish into a different dimension. his eyes were wide and manic, staring at the door as if the tiny star-babies might actually burst through it like a horror movie.

"Fuck..." he breathed, pulling out of you with a wet pop. "i forgot about those shit heads.." he groaned in annoyance, running a hand through his hair.

your cum-filled, post-orgasmic pussy leaked everywhere—dripping down the futon, onto the cushions, forming a sticky puddle beneath you both. there were spit strings, sweat, and the overwhelming scent of two people who had just been fucking like animals.

"don't just sit there!" you whispered-yelled, frantically grabbing a nearby silk pillow to cover your dripping, swollen slit.

he was frozen for a split second longer, staring at the absolute disaster between your legs—the slick, white mess coating your inner thighs and the ruined the cushions—before his survival instincts finally kicked in.

"Right. Clean. Cleanup. Now."

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(well, some people are in my opinion lol.)

——

Toji is not clingy and would not be clingy. like at all. he could spend an entire day around you without actually talking to you much. he’d sit somewhere nearby, doing his own thing, and somehow consider that quality time.

he cares more about his next job than he does about your plans. if a job comes up, your date is getting cancelled. no guilt, no elaborate excuse.

toji isn't vanilla. sex with him is strictly rough and degrading. he would treat sex like a workout or stress reliever.

he would cheat. not because he’s secretly unhappy or because he “doesn’t know how to love.” he’s just selfish and doesn’t view loyalty as something worth sacrificing his own wants for. so, you'd definitely be cucked.

he’d use you for money. if he knows you have it, he’ll ask. if you keep giving it to him, he’ll start expecting it. and he would absolutely borrow money and “forget” to pay you back.

he doesn’t spoil you. if anything, you’re probably the one buying things for him.

he would prefer sex positions that weren't face to face. it was either pronebone, doggy, and maybe spooning—or no sex at all.

he wouldn’t be jealous in the cute possessive boyfriend way. he’d mostly just be irritated if someone was getting in his way. like, no he wouldn't growl and want to 'claim' you.

he disappears without explaining where he went and expects you not to make a big deal about it.

he would NOT give oral. he would only receive.

don't be surprised if you come home to another woman in your bed. probably both of them butt ass naked.

he doesn’t apologize unless there’s something in it for him. he would prioritize himself during an argument. if you’re upset and he’s tired, he’s going to bed.

he wouldn’t care about anniversaries unless you reminded him.

aftercare is transactional n rough. he wouldn't give kisses and cuddles. Toji would slap your ass and maybe toss a towel so you could clean yourself up. only offering affection once he is satisfied and settled.

he’d forget things you told him because he wasn’t listening in the first place.

he would absolutely flirt with other people right in front of you and then act confused when you’re annoyed.

he’d probably call your relationship “complicated” rather than actually define it.

he wouldn’t be emotionally dependent on you. he’d be materially dependent on you and somehow still insist he doesn’t need anybody.

after losing his wife, he never fully lets himself attach to someone again. he doesn’t want to replace her. so i feel like he'd never fully commit to a relationship.

everything they looked for when it came to picking on people. they naturally gravitated towards you whenever they felt like assholes.

they got a kick from shoving you in lockers and shoving their dicks in you—like now.

"choke on it, lard ass"

Geto said cruelly, his hands gripping your oily hair as he thrusted his dick in and out of your mouth. you were on your knees, just in your panties because they had stripped you down. your baggy clothes discarded somewhere along with their clothes somewhere in the empty classroom.

Gojo was to the side, recording the scene and chuckling. he wasn't subtle about it either—his phone flash on and proud.

Geto grunted as he picked up the pace, his eyes locked on you as he fucked your mouth. "f-fuck. keep suckin'" his free hand slapped your cheek roughly.

your throat burned and you were gagging helplessly around his cock, your pudgy hands rested on his thighs in a fist to help stabilize yourself. your eyes closed shut to hide your teary eyes. you coughed around his dick but that didn't waver him, his mushroom tip hitting the back of your throat. that'd leave a bruise.

he suddenly pulled out and came all over your face—groaning at both the feeling and the sight. his white ropes splurting all over your face, coating your glasses and acne face. his cum dripping down the apples of your cheeks like tears. "did you catch that?"

he smirked, glancing at gojo.

gojo had the same sickening smirk

"fuck yeah i did." ending the video and saving it to his album dedicated to just you that him and geto shared.

"gonna do numbers on twitter, aren't ya fatty?" he cooed condescendingly

you tried to catch your breath, trying to clean your glasses and face free of his seed but you were quickly stopped

"ah, ah. you aren't done, slut." getos voice was laced with mischief and something much daker, taking off your glasses and putting them on a desk. "leave my mark." it wasn't a request or suggestion—it was a demand. a rule that he put in place.

your eyes were teary, feeling cold and exsposed. but you would be lying if you said you weren't wet. that your panties didn't have a wet spot seeping through. that you wished for more praise... you were equally as mentally fucked up as them.

"....s'jus l-leave me alone-" you sniffled, you lips forming into a deep frown. your lips were already puffy from being roughly kissed prior to this. but, you did kiss back. you wanted more of those 'sweet' moments.

geto eyebrows raised, his smirk worsening. you were so pathetic, so fat, so adorable...so theirs. like a little fat pup trying to fight back against them.

but he noticed how your chubby legs squeezed together, the smell of your wetness wafting around under their noses—teasing them. they almost felt bad. almost.

"that was round one. He didn't get his turn" geto pointed back at gojo with his thumb. and your eyes followed where he gestured to and met eyes with gojo. him having a stupid grin on his stupid fucking handsome face.

"almost forgot about lil ol' me?" gojo teased with something cruel underneath his voice "guess i have to make you remember me. c'mere, fatty." he started unbuckling his belt, walking closer.

——

"f-fuck! get a c-closer angle-"

he was buried balls deep in your fat pussy, your pudgy legs over his shoulders, smushed underneath him. his muscular chest against your boobs, his abs pressed against your belly. your pubic hair brushing against his v-line with each thrust. he was jack-hammering you.

Geto was jerking off on the sidelines and filming, zooming on the lewd scene of where his dick was disappearing and reappearing from your pussy. your fatass pussy was sopping with your own juices—you were withering and moaning under him helplessly, your toes curling.

"a-ah!-" you squeeked out, your eyes became teary and started to sob from pleasure. not from pain this time.

Gojos face was hovering right over yours, analyzing you. his blue eyes trying to meet yours but your eyes were squeezed shut. he was such a perv. both of them. his thrusts were cruel

"you cryin?" gojos ego was inflating like crazy. he turned his head and gave geto a cocky look. as in 'im better, suck it' kind of look.

geto just scoffed and focused on recording but flipped him off with his free hand.

his thrusts were quick, snappy, and his dick filled you up perfectly, your pudgy legs shaking. you sobbed, tears streaming down the apples of your cheeks, mixing with getos drying sperm.

"s-sh-shit-" you cried out, your hands desperately gripping his biceps as your fat hips bucked wildly. and before you knew it—you squirted. soaking both yourself and gojo.

gojo groaned and fucked your through it before cumming as well. one final thrust and he emptied his sperm inside your womb, biting back a mewl. your fatass pussy was too good. he pulled out, letting your legs off his shoulders.

"fucked this whale good." gojo chuckled, wiping his forehead from sweat

geto stopped the video and stretched. "next time i get pussy." he called dibs before putting back on his clothes.

Gojo stood up as well and got changed. "yeah, yeah.... i don't give a shit. a hole is a hole."

and with that... they left. left you leaking on the cold classroom floor as the post-sex clarity slowly wore off—you felt cold and lonely. you wanted them to come back. to notice you again. you'd have to get their attention next time. you already missed their wandering hands and mean words.

the morning of the wedding felt unreal. you woke up before the servants arrived, staring up at the dark stone ceiling while the fortress rumbled softly around you. somewhere far below, lava shifted through the kingdom like a heartbeat.

for a few quiet moments, you just lay there, tangled in heavy blankets, hoping maybe if you stayed still enough the day wouldn’t happen.

then the doors opened.

servants flooded the chamber almost immediately—koopas carrying folded fabrics over their arms, magikoopas floating beside trays of jewelry, maids whispering to each other while eyeing you carefully. too carefully.

you sat up slowly as one of them approached the bed.

“we need to start now,” she said. “the king requested extra preparation time.”

your stomach tightened at the title alone. another maid pulled the curtains open wider, letting molten orange light spill through the room. and suddenly every mirror felt unavoidable.

you let them guide you toward the vanity, though your shoulders stayed tense the entire time. brushes dragged through your tangled hair while servants worked around you, adjusting fabrics against your body and quietly discussing changes between themselves.

“pull the corset tighter,” one muttered.

“it won’t sit right otherwise.”

another sighed softly behind you.

“well, there’s only so much we can do.... it'll snap." you heard a snicker and heat crawled instantly into your face. you stared harder at the floor.

they weren’t exactly whispering quietly enough...

layers of expensive fabric wrapped around your body one after another, though no amount of silk or gold really changed the shape underneath. your hips still looked too wide beneath the gown. your stomach still softened the expensive material no matter how tightly they adjusted it. one servant attempted to hide it with extra fabric. another suggested darker colors. you hated that you listened.

“the king really chose… this?” someone whispered near the back of the room. a sharp glare from an older maid silenced her immediately. still, the damage was done. your chest ached quietly while they continued working.

the worst part was knowing they weren’t entirely wrong. you’d seen princesses before. polished ones. delicate ones. beautiful enough to look effortless standing beside crowns and castles.

you looked like you belonged climbing cliffs barefoot somewhere deep in the jungle. and somehow—someone like king bowser!sukuna had still chosen you. that thought unsettled you more than the insults did.

because why? why you?

another maid carefully lifted a glittering tiara toward your head. you frowned immediately.

“no.”

“but it would look prettier than the egg crown,” she argued carefully.

your expression hardened.

“i said no.”

after a brief silence, she lowered it again. "you listen here. you have no authority and the king ordered you to wear this crown." she said nastily, taking off your original crown—your kingdoms crown and replacing it with sukunas instead. you felt icky inside.

the room stayed tense after that.

eventually the servants settled for working around your stubbornness instead of against it. your hair remained messy despite their efforts, only slightly softened into loose waves. the heavy royal gown still carried hints of island patterns beneath the darker fabrics. one maid adjusted the sleeves before muttering under her breath,

“the king seems to like unusual things..." you pretended not to hear her. but the words stayed lodged in your chest anyway. outside the windows, the dark lands prepared for celebration.

massive banners hung from towers. lava canals glowed brighter than usual. crowds gathered below the fortress while distant music echoed through the kingdom. all for a wedding you never agreed to. all for a king who looked at you like he’d claimed something rare. eventually the room quieted. the servants stepped back one by one, leaving you alone in front of the mirror.

you stared at your reflection silently. you didn’t look beautiful. not like the stories. not like the princesses kingdoms usually fought over.

the dress couldn’t fully hide the softness of your body. your face still carried little imperfections beneath all the powder and paint. you still looked rough compared to the jewels dripping from your neck. and yet… for some reason, sukuna had looked at all of that and decided he wanted it anyway. that thought lingered longer than you wanted it to... you hoped your wedding night wasn't as you feared it would be.

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the walk to the ceremony felt endless.

the heavy skirts of your dress dragged across the obsidian floors while servants hurried behind you fixing loose fabric and smoothing wrinkles that kept reappearing no matter how much they fussed over them.

your hands felt clammy and you felt nauseous.

the deeper into the castle you went, the louder everything became. music echoed through the halls alongside distant laughter and conversation. torchlight flickered against black stone walls, making the entire castle feel alive around you. your stomach twisted painfully.

koopas lined the halls in polished armor, stepping aside the moment you approached. boos floated near the ceilings whispering to each other before quickly going quiet when you looked their way.

everyone was waiting for you. the giant doors ahead slowly opened. heat rushed over you instantly. the ceremony hall was enormous, glowing with lava beneath sections of glass flooring while towering black pillars stretched high overhead. hundreds of guests filled the room and every single head turned toward you at once. your chest tightened so hard it hurt. the whispers started immediately.

you kept your eyes forward.

don’t trip.

don’t shake.

don’t embarrass yourself.

then you saw him.

bowser!sukuna stood at the end of the aisle in a classic black. he looked perfectly calm standing there, massive frame unmoving while the entire room practically bent around his presence with a shit-eating grin. you couldn't tell if he was being an asshole or undressing you with his eyes.

when you made eye contact with him, your stomach twisted painfully. fear hit first. sharp. immediate. overwhelming.

but underneath it lurked something worse—something hotter that made your face burn the longer you looked at him standing there in that stupid suit, broad shoulders, looked like a muscle head, and arrogant grin spread across his face. he looked terrifying... and attractive. but you immediately pushed that down.

and he was completely aware completely aware of his sick charm. his sharp eyes stayed fixed on you as if the entire crowded hall no longer existed. your thoughts stumbled over themselves for a second, heart pounding hard enough to hurt—

until two dry bones guards behind you shoved you forward again to keep you walking down the aisle. the sudden push nearly made you stumble.

a few quiet laughs rippled somewhere through the crowd before instantly dying the moment sukuna’s expression shifted.

the entire hall fell silent again.

his grin never fully disappeared, but something colder settled behind it now as his eyes flicked toward the guards. they immediately stepped back.

your face burned with humiliation as you forced yourself to keep walking, hands tightening into fists beneath the heavy fabric of your dress. every step felt louder than the last.

closer.

closer.

until finally you stood directly in front of him. up close, he felt even worse somehow. bigger.

heat rolled off his body beneath the tux, thick arms folded behind his back while he looked down at you with open amusement. the gold crown he wore only made the dark markings across his skin stand out more. you suddenly felt painfully aware of how small you looked beside him.

his eyes dragged slowly over your body, taking in every detail without shame. the tightness in your shoulders. the nervous shaking in your hands. the way the dress clung awkwardly to your pudgier frame no matter how much the servants tried adjusting it. his gaze lingered.

your pulse spiked. he had a serious staring problem. then he leaned down slightly. close enough for only you to hear him over the suffocating silence.

“you look terrified,” he murmured smoothly. "smile." he ordered.

your throat tightened.

“i hate you...” you whispered back immediately. a low chuckle rumbled from his chest.

his grin widened just slightly. "you won't at the end of the night." he said sickeningly before leaning away.

the officiant’s voice stopped you from saying something back.

“by the ancient laws of the kingdoms… the union is binding.”

you barely registered the last words. your hands were still gripping your dress, heart pounding so loudly it drowned out half the hall. every eye in the room felt like it was pressing down on you, waiting for something to happen. you weren’t given anything to say. no vow. no choice spoken for you.

just silence where your voice should’ve been. beside you, sukuna didn’t move at first.

sukuna stood relaxed, eyes half-lidded, like he was already ahead of the moment everyone else was still trying to reach. then he turned toward you. slowly.

his gaze landed on you and stayed there, heavy and unreadable in a way that made your breath catch without permission.

“i do.” he said. you glared at him instantly, though it came out weaker than you wanted.

“i don—”

he stepped closer, silencing your objection. closing the space like it had always belonged to him. his hand lifted toward your face quickly before you could move away.

he pulled you in roughly. it was sudden, like a decision made in the exact second it became inevitable. your breath hitched, eyes wide for a split second before instinct took over and your hand grabbed lightly at his sleeve—not to push him away, but to steady yourself.

the world snapped quiet in your head. as his large hand held the back off your head, harshly pressing his lips against yours as he dipped you with no struggle.

then just as quickly—it ended. he put you back on your feet, smirking cruelly. he pulled back first, watching your face as you felt all sorts of emotions. but he grabbed your hand rougly. not as roughly as the kiss though. he slid on the ring on your wedding finger. the band made of platinum and a fat ruby with some others on the side. a lotus ring.

"i should've gotten a bigger size. seems like a tight fit." he joked rudely.

the hall exploded. cheers. shouting. applause crashing through the ceremony like a wave finally breaking. you stood frozen, still close enough to feel the heat of him beside you, still trying to catch up to what just happened.

sukuna straightened slowly, expression returning to calm satisfaction like nothing about him had shifted at all. except the faint curve of his mouth. like he already knew the crowd would react that way.

the celebration didn’t slow down right away.

even after the ceremony ended, the hall stayed loud—cups clinking, laughter echoing off black stone walls, koopas and boos spilling into music that felt too heavy for the moment. torches burned brighter than usual, as if the castle itself was feeding off the noise.

sukuna moved ahead of you through the thinning crowd like the entire fortress naturally made space for him. conversations dipped the moment he passed. even the guards straightened instinctively.

his hand held you. a firm grip on your arm fat, dragging you forward through the corridors. the contact made you aware of every step you took. an unwanted feeling of heat in between your legs. not uncomfortable. just impossible to ignore.

your mind was quieter now than it had been earlier in the day. not calm exactly, but focused—like your thoughts had narrowed into something sharper. the fear wasn’t gone, but it wasn’t scattering everything anymore either. you were noticing details instead. the way the castle shifted around him without resistance. the he way he never once looked uncertain about where he was going. the way his grip at your arm never tightened, but never let go either. the way his muscles popped. the way his smirk—you shook your head, clearing your wandering thoughts.

“…you don’t let people walk on their own, do you?” you said quietly.

“no.” he answered immediately. “i don't need a runaway bride, do i?”you exhaled, trying to ignore the growing attraction. his voice was like viagra to you.

the hallway slowly emptied as the celebration faded behind them. sound became distant. the rhythm of footsteps and the low heat beneath the stone replaced everything else.

eventually, they reached his chambers. the doors opened on their own. the room beyond was large and warm-lit, draped in heavy fabric with a massive bed placed at the center like the entire space had been designed around it first. he guided you inside without pause, his hand still steady at your upper arm as the door shut behind you with a heavy final sound. silence settled.

you stood near the center of the room, your breathing steadying as you took it in. not frozen this time—just still, observing. deep down you were trying to stall time. his hand shifted at your pudgy arm. then, without warning, he turned you slightly and drew you closer to the bed in a single controlled motion. no struggle in it. no forceful pull. just absolute certainty in where you were going.

and when you reached the edge, he released your arm only long enough to guide you down—placing you onto the bed.

"all that back talking last night tested my patience." he loosened his tie, his eyes like sharp daggers. His voice was a low growl, "i don't have to hold back anymore. no more princess treatment for you, pudgy." he said cruelly, smirking.

"you're gonna get fucked like the ugly whore you are." he mocked, pushed you down on the big bed, forcing you on your stomach so he could pull the zipper down slowly, revealing your back. "no more gentle lovemaking for you, princess."

"Last night's attitude cost you your privileges." He yanked the dress off your body, leaving you exposed to the cool air. "Brats get handled, they don't get pampered." His heavy hands gripped your hips and flipping you back on your back, hand digging in just enough to warn you. "Spread them. Now." His tone left zero room for negotiation.

you felt so horny and scared. you should've kept your mouth shut last night. you hesitatly obliged, spreading your legs. a pathetic wet patch on your underwear.

"my servants didn't bother giving you a lingerie." He scoffed, grabbing the waistband and snapping it harshly against your skin. "You're not even trying to be appealing." He yanked the panties down, tossing them somewhere across the room. "Ugly underwear for an ugly fat girl." He sneered before unclipping your bra and tossing it as well. leaving you now completely bare.

"yo-you are a monst!-"

a loud slap cut through your sentence as you felt a smack on your throbbing clit, silencing you as a moan ripped through your throat.

"don't act like you're not wet. you should be happy im even prepping you for my cock."

he scoffed, his eyes wandering over your body as you were speechless and felt embarrassment over come you. your nipples harden, you boobs going their separate ways, and your chubby hairy cunt on full display. your pube slick with arousal. he felt himself hardening in his own pants.

a smirk spreading across his face as he slid a finger through your folds roughly, making you breathe in sharply. "tell me you don't want it." he threatened, looking at you as the pad of his thumb found your fat clit, rubbing it in tight circlular motions.

you let out a pathetic whine, your soft stomach and chest going up and down faster—your breathing quickening. you could easily say no... but, gosh he was so stupidly hot and how could you say no while he was touching you? he was playing dirty.

"n-no i want it-"

you said like a loser, your makeup suddenly feeling so heavy and the room feeling even hotter and your pussy throbbed. your hips slightly buckled as he continued to rub your bean.

"Mm, so eager to be used." He pressed his thumb against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp but not enough to satisfy. "good little bride." he cooed mockingly before adding two thick fingers to intrude your hole. He curled his fingers upward without warning, finding that sensitive spot instantly and abusing it. The stretch was harsh, his fingers thick and unrelenting as he pumped them in and out, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. your eyes fluttered shut and face scrunched up in pleasure as his fingers kept touching that sweet spot deep inside you. his thumb still resting on your clit like a tease.

his fingers started going in a scissor motion, his eyes trained on the lewd scene. any hate you had for him slowly melted away and became need. his fingers were ten times better than your own, reaching that deep spot that made your hips buck and legs want to close out of pleasure.

"o-oh-"

you moaned out, your hands gently gripping the sheets beside you. little mewls and moans left your mouth every now and then. he withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving you empty and aching. "Such a needy little cunt," he muttered, wiping your arousal onto your stomach deliberately.

"Want my dick now? Want me to fuck that attitude out of you?" he growled as he started to take off his own clothes. tossing his clothes with the pile of yours. and when he got down his boxers you could see how big he was.

"please..." the word slipped out, your body so pathetically needy, seeking something, anything. He noticed your whine, his smirk widening as he didn't take his boxers off just yet to tease you. "begging now? well, do something for your husband first." he said with something dark in his voice.

"Tell me how much you love me." He commanded, palming his hard cock through his boxers. You could see it straining against the fabric, already thick and heavy. "Tell me how lucky you are to be my bride."

He freed himself, the length slapping against his stomach. he was cruel man. making you say that type of crap.. but he was king bowser!sukuna. he was THE evil king. but getting dick was more important than your self respect at the moment. unfortunately.

"i...i love you," you stammered, your face flushing with humiliation and want. "i'm so lucky to be your wife." the words felt like acid on your tongue, but your body throbbed with need, desperate for him despite everything. he grinned triumphantly, fisting his cock slowly.

"that's right, you fucking love me." he stroked himself once, twice, the thick head disappearing and reappearing in the precome. "you're my perfect little wife, aren't you?" he stepped closer, pressing the head of his cock against your fat clit.

"say it." He demanded, pressing just the tip into your entrance, stretching you open agonizingly. "say you're my perfect little wife."

"i-im your perfect li-little wife," you whimpered, your thighs trembling as he teased you with the broad head. he pushed in just one inch deeper, the stretch deliciously painful.

"mmm, yes you are." he praised mockingly, pushing in another inch, his massive length parting your insides. "So tight and pretty, just for me." He pushed in further, his balls resting against your cheeks and lower hairy lips. he grabbed your thighs and forcefully put them up on his hips. he knew you plump body wouldn't easily toss over his shoulders. he'd make sure to get you yoga classes or something for future sex.

"oh gosh..." you moaned, your nails digging into his biceps as he filled you completely, his thickness pressing against that perfect spot inside you. he started to move, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward, bottoming out deep inside you. "fuck, you take it so well." he grunted, setting a brutal pace, his hips slapping against your thighs with wet smacks. "you're such a good girl for your husband, aren't you?" He leaned down to whisper cruelly in your ear between thrusts.

"Y-yes-" a moan cut you off "'m a go-good girl!-" you cried out, your eyes fluttering shut as he hit that perfect spot repeatedly, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through your body. you wrapped your pudgy legs around his waist tighter, trying to get him even deeper.

"greedy lil' pig" he growled as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper which made him groan. his thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. the dual sensation was overwhelming - being stretched open and rubbed just right.

your moans filled the room as he fucked you mercilessly on the bed. the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and dirty talk. your eyes watering and your mascara running down the apple of your cheeks, burning your eyes buy you didn't care. he felt so good and made you see stars. "love your fat wet cunt," he muttered, his pace quickening. His balls slapped against your cheeks with each thrust. "So hot and wet for me." he rubbed faster on clit, feeling you tighten around him. "gonna make you cum on my dick, pretty wife." he groaned, biting down on your neck.

"oh fuck—" you gasped, his teeth on your neck sending sparks through your already overloaded nerves. the way he was pounding into you, his thumb working your clit relentlessly, and those filthy words in his deep voice were pushing you closer to the edge faster than you wanted.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." You couldn't form a complete sentence, your mouth hanging open as pleasure built in your core. He slammed into you harder, hitting that spot perfectly every time, his thumb pressing tight circles on your clit. you came with a loud, unintelligent wail, your body convulsing around his dick. your inner pudge gripped him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit until he was cumming.

he groaned deeply, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his release inside your fat pussy, you pussy hair slick with your own jucies. his movements slowed to a gentle thrust as he emptied himself inside you. "good wife," he murmured against your neck, pressing rough kisses there as he held you tightly against him. His hands stroked your messed up and tangled hair soothingly.

you lay there, chest heaving, completely spent and overstimulated. he pulled out slowly, your juices and his cum leaking out of you. he looked down at the mess between your thighs with satisfaction.

across the kingdoms, the message spread like wildfire through warped pipes and panicked messengers:

“the king of flames has chosen a bride.”

and the name attached to it made no sense to anyone outside the yoshi isles. the princess of the yoshis. you.

most people hadn’t even heard of you before the announcement. the yoshi isles were too far, too wild, too untamed for politics in the mushroom kingdom to care much about. and maybe that was why you stayed that way. no polished court. no delicate etiquette lessons. no royal spotlight.

just you—ruling over yoshi isles in your own way.

your hair was always a mess from the wind and jungle rain. your clothes were layered in clashing colors and patched patterns stitched from travel cloth and island fabric. your crown wasn’t gold and jewels—it was carved bone and decorated with yoshi eggs, passed down like a symbol of survival, not elegance.

you weren’t built for palaces. you were built for islands that fought back.

and now—

now you were in one.

the chamber was enormous, carved into black volcanic stone. lava light flickered through tall windows. a bed sat in the center like it was trying to convince you this was comfort instead of containment. the doors had no handles on your side. the walls hummed faintly—alive, watching.

a beautiful cage. and you hated how carefully it was made.

standing across from you was him, bowser!Sukuna—but not the version stories used to describe.

this one felt… sharper. heavier. like something ancient had settled into his bones and decided it deserved the throne of everything.

the air around him felt wrong in a way you couldn’t ignore. he was grinning. that same arrogant, entertained grin he probably wore while burning kingdoms.

his voice filled the room like a collapsing ceiling. "don’t look so angry.” a low, rumbling laugh followed—sharp enough to sting. “i only conquered half your kingdom.”

he stepped closer, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. you didn’t move back.

your body refused.

that only made his grin widen.

“no one even knew your name a week ago,” he continued, tilting his head slightly. “now the world can’t stop repeating it.”

he gestured vaguely at the chamber, at the fortress, at everything. “you should be honored. most kingdoms beg for this kind of attention.” the heat in the room wasn’t just from the lava outside anymore.

it was him.

you clenched your fists.

“you didn’t choose me,” you said. “you just took me.”

a pause.

then that laugh again—low, satisfied. “of course i did.”

he leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting with something far more dangerous than anger. not rage. ownership. "that’s what kings do.”

the chains along the walls shifted faintly, as if reacting to the sound of his voice alone. “and now the world gets to learn something very important,” he said softly. his grin returned—wider, sharper “everything eventually becomes mine. even something so ugly as you." the chamber felt smaller than it had a moment ago.

but you didn’t step back. you just stared at him. and for the first time—his grin didn’t fade… but it did sharpen with interest. your body felt stuck on the bed, sat up and shoulders hunched. "why pick me... you had plenty of other options. prettier ones since you wanna comment on m-my looks.."

the stutter in your voice gave away your fear. you immediately regretted trying to talk back.

He only stepped closer, eyeing your body. you reminded him of a goomba. plump but in an odd way. he made a mental note to make sure he'd get his servants to do something about your appearance on the wedding day.

"the other princesses are too... needy and all about their looks." he watched your face, seeing it scrunch up. you didn't take that kindly. i mean, he was basically saying you didn't care for your looks—which you didn't but still.

"C’mon, princess. you know m'right." he chucked darkly before adding "you look just like a goomba—it only makes sense for you to be the queen of them."

He was well aware he was stooping very low and out of his league for a thing like you. chubby n round, hair that needed to be brushed, smelt not so pleasant, and not to mention those little bumps on your face that resembled little lava mountains—acne.

you only felt angered and offended but you couldn't deny his attractiveness as he moved like he owned the space around him—which he did.

sukuna stepped forward slowly, heavy footfalls echoing through the stone chamber like finality itself. his body was massive, but controlled—each shift of his shoulders and arms calm, deliberate, certain. when he stopped, the room felt smaller.

then he reached out.

his hand extended toward you, slow and steady, not rushing to grab—just closing the distance like it was already decided. the air between you felt tighter as his fingers hovered near you, close enough to make the message clear without a single touch. his hand ghosting your cheek before caressing it

"i could take you right now… ruin your fat cunt. bet you're already wet." he said, his voice laced with threat and sick mockery. "bet your pubes are wet with your own slick." he added. and he wasn't wrong.. in some twisted way you felt heat start to rush in both your cheeks and in between your thighs. you instinctively pressed your thighs together to try and stop it.. but it only got worse.

"h-how do you know?-" you said with slight panic in your voice. how would he know whether you were shaved or not. you scooched back, making his hand fall off your face. his grin widened, letting out a sick laugh. "lucky guess. a king isn't bothered by some hair. a prince is." but his grin turned into a scowl as you moved away, his fist clenching. “don’t mistake my restraint for mercy." he was ticked off. all princesses were so dramatic and feisty. but you caught his eye with your... unique appearance. you're the perfect piece of chub to stand beside him.

"i w-will never l-love a monster like you!.." your eyebrows furrowed and lips turned downwards to a frown. you felt so vulnerable. so... ugly. you were aware you weren't pretty nor skinny but it hurt to hear. you felt caged in by him, his massive body intimidating that most certainly did strike fear in any toad or goomba. but he only responded with a growl, standing at the edge of your new bed now.

"you might not love me but your ugly cunt sure does." he said cruelly, knowing that he could get any princess wet if he wanted. you should be kissing his feet that he was gonna marry an ugly duckling like you. he saw how you didn't back down and instead scooched away.. again. "go on. keep fighting me and acting like a brat. nothing will save you from our wedding day or night." he chuckled as he already planned what he'd do to you on the wedding night.

"you hate me, and still you can’t look away. acting so tough while eye-fucking me."

he scoffed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he was clearly holding back. he suddenly turned and walked towards the door before speaking up. "i'll make sure to put you in your place tomorrow. you should feel honored. i don’t keep things that bore me.”

and with that he left your room. you heard a few locks click—leaving you in the room both scared and horny. you were dreading your wedding night while also getting yourself hot n bothered thinking about him. gosh, you were sick.

but you never complained. i mean, you weren't even near pretty. you were below decent. beer belly even though you didn't drink, acne, greasy hair that was somehow dry, and just a sad excuse for a woman. but you never questioned when he brought over women and you had to sit and watch. Toji was a handsome man and you should be happy he even looked at you—happy that he even glanced at you.

Plus, everytime he gave you a pat on your frumpy bottom and kissed your chapped lips to keep you from getting mad at him–you felt all giddy. he was the only man who 'loved' you. you were so lucky that he was going so far out of his league for you that you excused his snarky comments on your appearance and how he used you for housing.

thats why you stayed silent as you watched from your cuck chair as he had another woman in doggy. her body was busty, skinny, and she was beautiful—the opposite of you. Toji didn't even bother glancing at you as you were rubbing your fat clit and fingering your wet pussy from the sidelines. "Hnnn.." he thrusted hard into her, slamming against her ass as the bed shook a little. he was grunting and groaning, clearly enjoying himself as he was ramming in and out of her roughly.* "Mmph.." *he smacked her right cheek hard.* "You like that? Huh?"

the woman under him only responded with a muffled moan, her face pressed into the pillow. your pillow. watching as your 'boyfriend' roughly thrusted inside another woman in the bed you paid for. but you didn't let that get you down. at least he allowed you to watch this time.

He continued to pound into her, completely ignoring your presence as he focused solely on pleasuring himself. He reached around and grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading them as he continued to thrust into her. one of your pudgy hands went up to your less perky boobs, kneading them to pretend he was the one doing it. your other hand was fingering your poor hole. moaning sad sounds and patheticly humping your own fingers.