Twst boys and their respective Vocaloid songs
As the title said, I've been wanting to assign some Vocaloid songs for the twst characters as there are quite a lot of songs that specifically fit them! I'll include some lyrics part as of why I think it fits along with a small analysis + song link! I'm letting my Vocaloid braincells taking over this time hehe 🌹❤️
Shout out to my bestie @twst-megane for helping me out a bunch once again!!
Characters: All NRC students
Warning: Some of these songs contain angsty/dark themes or imply self-harm, however it's nothing too much as that's the nature of Vocaloid songs in general and I recommend you checking them out if you guys can!
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🌹 Heartslabyul 🌹
Riddle: Bitter Choco Decoration
Pretty self-explanatory from the lyrics if you remember Riddle’s backstory with his strict, controlling mother. His entire life up until he became a student has been under his mom’s influence and it ended up him being too strict even to himself and his emotions - just like the meaning of the song too.
“Bitter choco decoration
I long for the ideal that everyone wishes for
Bitter choco decoration
I reduce my individuality and my emotions to ashes
Bitter choco decoration
Kill your desires and ego, and bury them all underground
Bitter choco decoration
I've finally grown up, mama”
“Surely, tomorrow, and the days after
This hell will continue on and on.
Alas, so please, just for now
Let me keep the feelings I had when I was but a child
And be the naked me.”
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Ace: Lost One’s Weeping
Being a rebellious person, I’m thinking this song fits Ace the most as it’s about questioning the flawed system, questioning one’s being and purpose and that if we have to keep living under some sort of authority for the rest of our life. As you can already see how he acts in Book 1 towards Riddle - defying authority, questioning it, and being rebellious about it.
“Can you say the formula for area ratio?
Can you say the dreams of your childhood?
Who threw those dreams in a ditch?
Hey, who was it?
You know who it was!
When are you going to grow up!?
What is a grown-up anyway?
Do you know who has the answers?
Hey, what should I do?
I don't care anymore!”
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Deuce: RAD DOGS
I picked this song for Deuce because of the lyrics, but also the beat and the meaning. The strong, powerful beat with the fast rap part really fit him don’t you think? The lyrics speaks of the struggle of going against the grain and choosing a life of freedom, although it comes with an effort and the ability to face everything life throws at us. We need to take a leap of faith and not settle for anything less than what we truly want, emphasizes the importance of taking a risk and restarting, not worrying about the reason or justifications for doing so, just like how Deuce acts in general with his goal and dream.
"My unseen devotion, sympathy that I don’t feel,
and all the things that I can't have
What kind of story? Whose story is it?
If you don't have something, you'll start to want it, isn’t that right?"
"Now, I’ve decided to restart for the first time
Just saying “I want to be like you” is all you need, right?
Not knowing the reason why, not needing the reason why
I'm defying against fate’s rules"
"Now, I’ve decided to restart and burst out
Just saying “I want to see it” is all you need, right?
Let that groovy sound beat, let me hear that heartbeat
Since there’s no time to just stand still"
"With the tailwind blowing
Alright, we keep going forward without looking back"
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Trey: Ai no Material
Trey gives me a melancholic, casual and mature vibe, like an older brother who you can depend on anytime and he would give you his usual smile. That’s why I picked this song for him, although he always helps out everyone but I feel like he can be lonely sometimes, like perhaps he would need a helping hand or maybe some support. When I read the lyrics I think of him! I want to interpret it as Heartslabyul to Trey, who’s been always working hard for the dorm, and it’s the message that he might want to hear the most!
"(Jump into tomorrow!) It seems that the stars will fall down.
(Always) You wear a sparkling smile.
(With a smile) But even if it's hard, you hide the pain away,
(Want to meet you) and without showing it, you just laughed."
"I always want to smile, after all.
It's not hard, so I'm going to try harder!
I wonder if I've been embracing such a lie tightly,
And kept walking all this time."
"Fly up more, higher and higher.
If it's you, you can do it with a smile.
But it's okay even if it's just a little bit,
It's okay to quietly depend on me too."
"Words like "I'm alright" or saying "I'm okay",
While showing your usual smile.
I understand those lies you utter,
And that's why I tug on your hand."
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Cater: Phony
I know it might sound like it doesn’t fit him but in my opinion, this song sums up Cater as a character. We haven’t seen much of him in actual depth, but I definitely think he has more than he just appears. This song talks about how a person can mask and deceive themselves in lies, they’re aware of it, but they have to put it up in order to meet societal expectations. A constructed image or persona - the “fake” that they created and now they struggle to reconcile with their true self, and I think he is like that as well. (Aniplex please more Cater content for us we're waiting-)
“There’s no flower in this world more beautiful than an artificial one
That’s because everything is manufactured from lies
Antipathy world”
“The rain of despair pelts my umbrella and
Dampens my bangs and the hidden side of my heart
Oh, it’s all so troublesome”
“Before I knew it, the words had already withered
The fruit of the truth is ripening within me
Painting lies upon the mirror’s reflection, a “makeup” of the loss of oneself”
“Before I knew it, the mimicked cries joined the unpleasant chorus
Their eyes, leery, are dissolving you
I am missing from the mirror’s reflection.
There is only a “fake” that everyone mistook for someone else”
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🦁 Savanaclaw 🦁
Leona: Meltdown
The song is about one wanting to disappear, wanting to kill their old self and erase everything as if it’s like falling asleep. Though I think this song can be interpreted as having depression - and from what we see going on with Leona, I feel like he does show signs of it, I wish they would dive deeper into his story in Book 2 though! Other than that, I feel like the lyrics in here suit him a lot, especially the “sleep” part in the lyrics.
“I'm like a lighter out of fluid
My insides are on fire
Sometimes I wish
It was all a lie”
“I want to jump into the core
My memories would melt into brilliant whiteness and disappear
If I could jump into the core
I feel like I’d be able to sleep again like I used to”
“If I jumped into the core
I'd vanish, like I had gone to sleep
A morning without me
Would be perfect
All the gears meshing together
That's how the world would be”
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Jack: Night Sky Patrol of Tomorrow
I think this song fits Jack a lot, the vibe is definitely for him but also the lyrics as well. The headstrong vibe, full of uncertainty but also full of hope for tomorrow, despite feeling hopeless at times but what is important is never give up and head forward to the future. The song’s meaning is to convey resilience, independence, and the importance of cherishing the present moment even when you’re uncertain about some things. You could also take this as a JackMC song haha, It just fits him a lot imo!
“I'm a boy who picks out his enemies to fight,
Depending on whatever suits my mood.
No hopes for the future,
I wanted to be drawn in a dream."
"And yet I fear the future,
Hating tomorrow, wishing towards the past.
There's no longer anything I can do, so I shout,
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, please, don't come!"
"If you want it, then make it come true yourself."
Eh... You said that..."
"I think about what I want,
To go see you again tomorrow night.
But I don't know, maybe you won't be there,
But even so, we will always be one."
"So, see you later, Sky Arrow, let's smile on!
I want to be together with you in the future,
However short our time may be, so I'll shout out,
"Remember this day someday in the future, whoever we are then..."
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Ruggie: Moonlight
This song fits Ruggie a lot in terms of lyrics, with numerous mentions of rags and junk and collecting them together to the longing of being your own self instead of being in someone else’s shadow and chasing after them. The singer compares themselves to a piece of junk or trash as they think of themselves lowly, just like Ruggie himself. The mention of moonlight here represents the singer’s ideal that they always chase after, like Ruggie’s life goal. Overall, the vibe of the song fit him a lot! (I recommend checking out the Vivid Bad Squad version too!)
“A collection of junk,
Covered with a piece of rag,
A replica in a hideous shape
Words spun by someone else,
Tones played by someone else,
A fake made by a distorted collage of them”
“Even being junks, even a piece of rag
In the blood pumped from its heart
There was only my own anger
In the end, there must be nothing left
Love, spun songs, and my name will one day fade away
I wonder why?
It's stuck in the back of my chest,
A loneliness similar to the silence of a winter night”
“Whether or not I'm a fake,
Looking back now, there was only
Those blurred memories”
“The irony of being a waste,
I'm trying to get out of the cliché, but
"Another rehash of someone else’s work?"
"Is even your identity a trick?"
"Do you want love, even if you have to steal it?"
“Even being junks, even a piece of rag
After following the never ending dream
I'll find my own light, all the way”
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🐚 Octavinelle 🐚
Azul: Delusion Tax
In my opinion, this is the most fitting song I could think of for Azul. As said in the lyrics, we all have desires of our own, and the person (or in this case Miku) in this song is a genie that can grant any wishes, but in the end everything come with a price, anyone who make a wish with her will have to sell a part of themselves. Sounds just like Azul and his contracts don’t you think? But you can also think this reflects Azul’s own desires once you know his backstory too! (and also, check out this amazing art by my bestie! Her art is amazing!!)
“Turning wishes into reality
Right now, buy back your future!
Afflicted by so badly wanting to do “that”, consumed by desire
Come now, let’s go beyond all this pain”
“Existing for your sake alone,
mandatory affections and obligated kindness
Though you should be satisfied, a voice
from within shouts “NO!” We have an idiot on our hands, it seems…”
“None of it will come true if you don't pay the price
Look, just up and borrow the "desired amount"
Reality is a bitter-sweet pill to swallow
Come now, let’s go beyond all this pain”
“That which you wish for, the person you think of,
The past which you hate as well, they’ll all be as you like.
The kind of face and chest you desire,
they’ll be granted if you pay.
“It’s a promise”
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Jade: SHANTI
I feel like the song is pretty self-explanatory, as you can see with the lyrics. It just fits Jade’s job and his approach to the “targets” and lure them into signing a contract with Azul, but it’s probably just more than the said goal… But you can never tell with that smile of his as his “kind” words accompany his looks. Until you realized you fell into the trap and become one of Azul’s underlings due to the contract (at least, until post-Book 3, but who knows)
“Hey, young man who’s hanging his head
Did something bad happen?
If you’re fine with me, do you wanna talk about it?
I can help you
What in the world happened?
That sounds terrible, brother
I'll give you this, so cheer up, ok
You can pay me back next time”
“So you came again tonight
Was it to your liking?
The fee is this much
Huh? Huh? Huh?
So you can’t pay
Then it can’t be helped
I’ve got the perfect job for you, so come and follow me”
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Floyd: Matryoshka
A chaotic, addictive rock song that is very fitting for Floyd. Why though? According to the wiki “Most of the lyrics are nonsensically vague or ridiculous, with a slight hint of pain or sadness, giving the overall song a crazy and psychotic feeling. Therefore, the lyrics have been interpreted in various ways.” Just like the moody guy himself, don’t you think?
“My headache is singing about a package
The clock's hand is stuck at 4 o'clock
No one would tell me why
But the world has begun to rotate in reverse”
“Ah, would you please dance even more?
Kalinka? Malinka? Just play the strings"
"What should I do with these kinds of emotions?
Won't you please tell me?
The signal reception is good, 5-2-4!
Freud? Keloid? Just hit the keys
Let's just laugh everything off
Hurry up and dance, you group of fools!"
"Together let's clap our childish hands
To this intentionally deranged rhythm
Surely, I couldn't care less about everything
The world's temperature is beginning to melt”
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Doomed pt. 5
Warnings: Cursing, fighting and descriptions of gore + violence.
(Sorry this took so long)
Sukuna watched intensely through the window, a fist under his chin and robes loosely adjourned.
He stared As you picked a flower up and took it from the vine, sliding it into your loose hanging sleeve. Looking around making sure no one saw as a child would after stealing candy.
He wondered what you were going to do with it. Put in your hair? A vase? His mind wondered. Why act as if it’s a deceitful act that one could get in trouble for when you could do whatever you wanted?
“Lord Sukuna?”
Uraume approached him from behind, head lowered. His gaze was unwavering as he continued to stare at you.
He grunted in response.
“The councilmans here to see you.”
“Tell him I'm busy.”
“It's important.”
“He can wait.”
She gulped. Hating that she had to be the news bearer.
“He… demands an audience.”
He tightened his fist.
“I'm afraid word got out. And now all your allies are beginning to talk. Not attending this meeting would only make things worse.”
“Tch.”
He turned around to face her, her head remained bowed.
“Where is he?”
That night dinner was quieter than usual.
He didn't eat, you hardly saw him eat anymore. He simply watched atop pillows, one fist under his jaw as you indulged. You were no longer intimidated by him when he was like this, pissed.
“What happened?”
You asked.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t do that with me Sukuna.”
You said as you lifted a bite of food to your mouth.
He scoffed and turned his head away pouting like a kid.
“Something political?”
He was never able to lie to you.
"Snotty pissboys who call themselves leaders who I have to upkeep diplomatic relations with."
His jaw ticked and fists tightened, the air growing thicker with tension. You decided not to press any further.
“Are you going to be okay or would like some help?”
He looked back at you, you had slid down your robe revealing your shoulder.
He grinned.
“I always want your help.”
Before Ryomen Sukuna was what he is today, he was a man.
A man who had made a mistake, falling in love.
He was a few things actually.
A man, a sorcerer, a killer, and a ruler.
But you held him back from his true potential. There were certain lines he would not cross as he progressed his reign of terror.
He maintained an air of ruthlessness and a reputation of brutality. It's how he amassed power, no one threatened to cross his merciless path. Rumors of him killing a handmaid for bringing him his tea late, or killing a high-ranking nobleman with a hairpin because his footman offended him. These tales were what kept him on his throne.
But as long as you lived, he would never be able to cross the threshold of true power. Because you gave him morals, and morals were limitations.
As of right now he was simply a king among men, a powerful sorcerer.
He desired to be a god, but that simply wasn't possible.
For what god cares for a human?
That human was what he lived for, and what he worked for.
Uraume and Sukunas inner circle despised you. They watched as the man who was on the rise to godhood was stumped by a non-sorcerer of no exceptional lineage or wealth. But they knew that you held more power over them than any of them combined- Killing you was not an option. You were untouchable, and an unmovable obstacle.
Even with your kindness you were a hindrance to them. They saw what you truly were.
An inconvenience, A weakness.
They had to stand by as he gawked at you and adorned you with jewels and silks, hand fed you grapes like a servant. Like he couldn’t snap your throat in an instant.
Disgusting.
And all the sex? fucking annoying.
He would have a warlord waiting in the conference room as you were shamelessly copulating in the springs.
People started to talk. About the ruthless leader Ryomen Sukuna and his only concubine.
The one that he spoiled, the one that he daunted around and let speak freely at his side during important meetings and gatherings.
Concubine. You could never forget that's what you are to most people, and you didn't. But it doesn't matter, because at the end of the day, you're the one who he’ll kill for. You knew that everyone either hated you or loved you, was either jealous or resentful.
Now usually, fellow people in power wouldn’t care about any usual whore. But you seemed to linger. Always be by his side and be the only one he had- and while the servants of his residence didn’t dare to say anything in fear of his retaliation, his allies and their servants had no such obligation. And once they left his grand estate, people talked.
You walked with an air of power, after a while you stopped caring about all the talk and rumors- because that's all it was. Talk. At the end of the day, they would treat you kindly with a warm smile as you walked by.
To a few who liked you, they admired you as the olive branch and as the light in his life. the one who stepped in with a moral objection before he killed or punished someone who likely didn't deserve his wrathful hand.
A sweet love story, and the last shred of his humanity. But to most, a mistake. To his inner Jujutsu circle, a hindrance.
Some nights you could touch him in all the right ways to get him to open up, you were on top, you left the hickeys.
Your face was buried in his neck, he never made any noise. Just moved. Maybe a grunt. You felt his hips rut against you as you traced the outline of his hard cock through his thin white robes.
Times like this at his most vulnerable was when you pried.
“Sukuna?”
He hummed against your head.
You placed your chin on his chest and looked up at him.
“Why don’t you marry me?”
His breath hitched slightly. But his face remained unmoving.
“You know I'd say yes.”
You pouted into him
“You’re cute.” He growled.
“I'm sexy. Not cute. And would be excellent as a spouse.”
You pressed yourself against him, slouching down as if in defeat.
“You are. We’re already together though, is this not enough?”
You sighed and turned around, facing upwards next to him.
“I just want it to be official. I'm tired of hiding behind doors. You're the strongest right? So why do you worry?”
He could lie and say politics. But he always found himself physically unable to.
“I've never been married before.”
“Neither have I, that's why we should do it together!” You whined as you nuzzled into his neck and threw an arm across his broad chest. One of his stronger ones wrapping around your back.
He chuckled into you. The truth was, a lot of reasons. He didn't want you to have the pressure that came as the married person to a powerful lord such as Sukuna when you were so young, and he also didn't want people to know about you. If he becomes married you become more of a target. Rather than your existence outside his home being whispers of a side piece, the ring on his finger would be an immediate show of “I have a weakness.”
You could get kidnapped, enslaved, assaulted, killed-
His fists tightened.
But also rather selfishly, he couldn't bare the thought of accepting himself as a romantic. A wedding ceremony and honeymoon is all too intimate for one such as himself, he's supposed to be revered and invoke terror.
You placed a soft hand across his own, easing the tension.
“I just want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“That I'm yours? What about you?”
“They already know who I belong to”. You said with a sly smile, moving down your kimono donning several hickeys and bites.
You moved so you were sitting on his lap, he sat up and looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.
“I want you to do what it takes to become the strongest so we can get married and you won't worry.”
You placed your hands on his chest and rubbed circles across his toned muscles.
He wasn't just scared of the enemy though; he was scared of losing himself. If he had no restraints, if he was away from his chain of reason and humanity- he couldn't hide the monster you suppressed. and the thought of him losing himself to madness didn't scare him- rather it stressed him out. The uncertainty of it all, the darkness he had been able to hide behind your shining light.
You laid down on him again and his arms instinctively found solace around you.
“Do you know what it would take for me to do this?”
“I do.”
“I’d be gone more. I might change.”
“Life is short, don’t waste it all on me.”
“It’s not a waste if it’s with you.”
You hummed in contentment as you nuzzled into his neck and closed your eyes.
"I know you'll never hurt me."
He exhaled a long sigh unfurrowing his brows. You were his humanity, so as long as he had you, it would be fine.
Right?
To gain power he needed to fight, which meant longer trips. But with your blessing he persisted, even if time away from you was torture.
“Protect them with your life or I'll ruin yours.”
Was the threat he gave to everyone as he left you alone.
He hated it. Absolutely fucking despised it Whether he was gone for two days or two months.
And he quickly learned how to take that rage and loneliness and warp it into his new growing obsession- power.
A name had begun to spring around Japan, as the man who never lost.
Rumors sprung of a monster terrorizing the region in which he reigned, and the ones outside of it.
Each time he came back to you he had to remind himself who he was, with your saccharine kisses, delicate touches, and careless whispers. Such a stark contrast to the pure filth and violence he was subjugating himself to.
But each time he left you, a piece of him stayed behind.
You never cared for the details of what he was doing, ignorance was bliss after all.
Until he came home with blood on his hands.
“Sukuna…”
You had gone in to kiss him, and you brought his hand up to your face. But that was when you noticed it.
“It’s not mine, don’t worry.” he said reassuringly, as if that was somehow better.
You stuffed it down. He’s a good man who loves you- he would never hurt you.
It was like a raging fire inching closer to you, but so long as you couldn't feel it, you could keep looking away.
You were looking around for him, trying to find his company as you carried your feet across the estate.
“Sukunaa!” You sang.
He came out from a corridor and closed it behind him.
“I was just thinking about…!”
Scarlet was scattered across his body as if he had been painted like a fine canvas.
You froze. A surge of fresh anxiety hit your veins as your eyes wandered down to the bottom of the door, what was behind it?
“Y/n”
He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him- his eyes were dead.
This was not your Sukuna.
You tried pushing him away, but he didn't let up. Instead his grip tightened.
“Did you know that your handmaid liked you? They were going to confess to you.”
He whispered.
“Stop…”
“To think that i’ve let myself fall from such grace that everyone has forgotten who you belong too.”
“Sukuna…”
You were not unfamiliar with bouts of jealousy. Of rough nights of fucking and hands on your neck. But in his eyes, there was always love, always sensual and caring underneath those layers of grit and abrasion. Extensive and precise control over his actions so as to not truly irreparably damage you. An air of caution and attention to detail to see if you were okay.
His grip was bruising, nails piercing the skin as rivulets of blood graced your skin.
He feverishly kissed you, shoving his tongue past your teeth in an aggressive movement.
You whimpered into him trying to leave, but each time you resisted he squeezed harder. He clogged your airways with his persistence and left you in shock. Pain began to violently spread where his grip was held.
He eventually pulled away as you stayed breathless and panting.
“Sukuna you're scaring m-”
“Don’t go in there. I can’t help you if you do.”
He cut you off as he released you and signaled for the nearest servant for them to clean the mess. Then he walked away.
Your eyes flickered to the cracked door behind him, terror coursing through your veins as you wondered what was inside.
The bruise on your hip blossomed shades of yellow and purple sharing an eerie resemblance to the blue lotuses in the garden.
You sat as hot tears glazed your face as the nurse dabbed your wound clean.
Small crescent-shaped abrasions graced across your hues of painted skin, artistic in a way.
The maid cleaning your wounds said nothing as you cried. too scared of what would happen if she dared utter a word.
She wrapped your wound in a cotton bandage, and instructed you to rest.
You leaned back admiring the hardwood walls and paintings, tears eventually ceasing as you lay alone, and cried alone.
The next few months it only got worse. He would be gone for even longer periods, and he limited your access to the outside world. At first, you could go with an escort, but now only him. And he was never there.
You started to write letters. To him, while he was gone, but you never gave them to him. Writing helped you clear your head.
But who you were writing to wasn't the man who was alive today, it was the one who you knew before you sent him off to become the strongest.
Sukuna,
I hope this letter finds you well. Because I, selfishly, am not. I am scared. I am irrefutably alone. Things are dimming and becoming gray, I find myself terrified in your presence, and terribly lonesome in your absence. I am in purgatory. Unable to move, or breathe, I can't even find the words to…
You sniffled as you dipped the pen back into its ink holder and slid into a cold bed.
You spent that night sobbing. At first quietly, but then you could no longer hold back the choked sobs that echoed through your shared bedroom.
You had to make a decision.
And so, you hid the final letter and packed your things.
And left within the dead of night.
A monstrous roar echoed through the decorated walls.
He violently worked his way through the entire estate, ripping doors and dropping ceramics.
“What did I say?!”
His voice almost echoed, filling the halls and invoking terror.
Anyone unfortunate enough to be met in his path was either yelled at, mauled, or both.
A trail of corpses and pools of crimson met his feet as he stormed through the halls.
“I gave everyone ONE job. And none of you know where they went?!”
Uraume ran up behind him and hovered a hand over his shoulder.
“Lord Sukuna! Perhaps this is a good thing.”
He turned around to face her, and with his silence, she continued.
“Now we can focus on your reign! You can inst-”
She was knocked to the ground.
“Mind your place.”
She put a hand over her face as blood gushed from her nose,
“I'll deal with you later.”
His words were toxic, malicious and deep,
“L-Lord sukuna!”
A lady wearing nurses' robes bowed on the ground.
“I may have information!" her voice shook.
“Well? Tell me!” He shouted
She got up and shuffled over to your room. Sukuna following close behind.
She slid the door open and the sight shocked him.
Your clothes were strewn across the floor, as well as papers, ink, and personal belongings.
You must've left distressed.
Without hesitation she went over to the corner where your writing station was, and popped open a loose floorboard, revealing dozens of letters. All were addressed to Sukuna.
She handed them over to him as she bowed her head to the ground.
He grabbed them and began rampantly flipping through as his face fell. He sat down on the shared bed, and he hung onto every word, every affirmation, and every syllable.
He brought his head up, a fury in his eyes.
“Pack my things.”
The nurse nodded and scurried away.
He had a death induced grip on the papers, crinkling and tearing under his hold.
He set off at night, alone.
“I will find you even if I must sacrifice each living soul and cast myself to hell.”
He made a vow to himself.
He stormed through each village and town slaughtering every person he saw after he asked his question.
No one knew what he was talking about, even after he killed their families. Some people would lie, but he could tell- resulting in their death as well.
His newfound senses and strength had allowed him to know the general direction in which you went, but not specifically where you were.
He pillaged through Japan on a vicious spree of mass genocide. Bodies strewn out like constellations across what was once green grass.
Men, women, children, babies. All were just sacks of useless weak flesh that stood in the way.
He would cross the occasional Jujutsu sorcerer, but he didn’t even care.
They all bleed the same.
He had worked his way through the night, until it was sunrise. And he didn’t sleep, he continued his rampage.
Throughout the next two days, an utter massacre as one of the most tragic events befell Japan. The countryside's peaceful silence was marked with grotesque screams, crop fields and farms now watered by blood. Corpses stacked into mounds of death.
Until he finally reached his destination. It had been days, but he knew he was there.
He could smell you.
A small clearing in the forest, with a small village no larger a population than 40 people.
He had warped into a beast, not quite physically yet, but the toll of murder to this degree puts a mark on one’s soul.
A specific hut with smoke arising from it similar to your cooking, the door creaked open.
You were sipping on tea, and talking with a member of the family that had offered you shelter, tending to the food- when the door creaked open.
The shaded figure bore dead soulless eyes, blood of varying stages of exposure, sharp teeth, and a cruel face.
“I found you.”
Your eyes shot open, and your heart began to beat faster as he approached.
“Excuse me! Sir? You ca-“
The sentence was interrupted and followed by a brief momentary silence, carried out by his body collapsing, missing a head.
Some of the blood splattered on your cheek.
“S..sukuna….”
You squeaked out with bloodshot eyes.
You backed yourself against the wall as he drew closer.
“Stop it please…”
He loomed over you, casting a deep shadow until he got down on his knees to be closer to you.
“You’ve got blood on your face.”
He brought a stained thumb to your cheek and wiped the blood from your soft skin.
“Let’s go home. I’ll discipline you later.”
He tried pulling you up by your wrist but you resisted.
“I’m not going!”
He picked you up with a fluid movement and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked, but it was for nothing. You had no effect on him.
He started walking out of the house as you saw the remains of the one who once offered you headless at your captors feet.
Tears began to form in your eyes as you saw the form get smaller and smaller.
You really did try and resist, you did. You pushed and shoved and clawed, but he ignored you as if you weren’t even there.
“Why are you doing this...?”
Your voice was weak.
He stayed quiet. Simply looking forward as he walked.
“I don’t like who you are anymore... I don’t feel safe.”
He stopped.
“Who’s idea was it for me to travel and get stronger?”
You jumped
“I didn’t know that it meant this!”
“Oh please. What did you think I was doing? Dancing? How else does one become powerful? You aren’t that stupid are you?”
He was right. You knew he was a killer, you had just denied it to yourself to live in your happy bubble. Tears continued to stream down your face.
You eventually fell limp and tired from the energy and exhaust, giving up for now.
He set you down at a tree as he began collecting firewood.
“Stay.”
Sukuna stayed close as he gathered sticks and logs nearby.
You shivered as night fell. Leaning against a lonesome tree and hugging yourself tightly, trying to choke back your sobs. Your situation dawning on you cruelly like a whip.
Hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching you, you turned around to see Sukuna shirtless as he held his robe over you.
“Take it.”
With a shaky hand you held onto it, and he helped drape it over you.
He put the final sticks in the pile, and you watched as he created a fire from his own hand, you were much too tired to even question how he could do that. And lit the log.
He made himself comfortable in the grass as his eyes met yours. You flinched upon the contact.
“I thought you died.”
He said in a gravelly voice. One that resonates through your entire body.
“I- I’m sorry…”
He tilted his head to the side.
“You’re not allowed outside again after this understand?”
You furrowed your brows and frowned, looking away.
You didn’t understand how he was remaining so casual, talking to you as if he didn’t just kidnap you and murder people.
You buried yourself in the familiar scent of his clothes. They were musty, but it was all you had.
Comforting yourself with him from him.
“Answer me.”
“Okay…”
“Okay what?”
“I understand.”
“Now go to sleep.”
“I can’t when you’re watching me.”
You wiped your eyes and sniffled, trying not to think about the situation.
“I don’t care.”
You desperately tried to sleep. To close your eyes and forget the day. But then you would feel the monstrous breathing behind you.
You swear he's a little taller than the last time you saw him.
Eventually as the night passed, the crackle of the fire lulled you into something close enough to sleep. When your breaths were slowed, he inched closer to you, laying down behind you.
The blaze of the dying fire dwindled and failed to distract you from your own thoughts. You slowly turned to face the beast behind you to see him asleep, audibly letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
The warmth he emitted was solace. And his peaceful face hid the killer within.
Maybe you could lie to yourself long enough to make this work, maybe you could pretend it was all okay.
You clenched your eyes and shook the thought away.
It’ll all be better in the morning.
His eyelids fluttered open, rays of light peeking behind the blinds to reveal your sleeping form breathing rhythmically in short paces.
He knew he shouldn’t be indulging in this.
But something about the attention filled a hole in him he never thought he needed filled.
He was always enough for himself.
It was only temporary he thought, as he sat up and eased out of bed.
Walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower, as quietly as he could.
This really wasn’t like him. But he had just gotten so used to your unfamiliarity, to your sporadic actions and intangible remarks.
Even after over a month of living together, he still hadn’t aired out the mystery of you. He decided for the first time to just let it be for a while, let it sit- because things were too good the way they were right now.
One of you would start cooking or making tea and coffee, then twenty minutes later like clockwork the other would begrudgingly dredge in the kitchen with tired eyes and messy hair, sitting in a chair and accepting whatever plate of food or beverage was slid their way.
This morning, he was feeling particularly lazy and decided to order food. Something he knew you would have no objection to, considering the last time he cooked you called it “the nastiest tasting excuse for shit food” you had ever tasted.
Truth was it wasn’t terrible. And your attempts at cooking weren’t much better. But it felt nice practicing together.
He pulled out his phone and began putting in the food as he plopped himself down on the couch. kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
He could hear your disinclined footsteps from the other side of the big yet humble house make its way over to you.
“For someone so rich I really wish you had a guest bedroom. You snore.”
“That’s a pretty interesting way of thanking me for letting you live here for free.”
You drank a glass of water and made your way over to the couch, sitting down next to him before abruptly collapsing and falling your head into his lap.
“I can't live in my apartment remember?”
“What are you feeling for breakfast, sugary or savory?”
“Sugary.”
You rolled over to be facing upwards, staring at the bleak and perfectly eggshell white ceiling.
“A person after my own heart.”
He finished sending in the order as he set his phone down and also kicked his head up.
“Why is your house so boring? It wouldn’t kill you to paint it pink or something.”
“Pink? Really?”
“Sorry, blue.”
You looked over at his upwards facing chin, admiring his features until he looked down at you, causing you to avert your gaze.
“It’s rude to stare.”
You simply huffed and sat upright.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You love it.”
“I’m gonna go take a shower.”
You stood up and scampered away avoiding his remark as he shouted at you.
“Don’t slip and fall!”
You really shouldn’t be getting used to it. But this routine was so comfortable to you now. And for both of you, served a purpose outside yourselves. A selfishly selfless act.
For you, the safety and regiment you so desperately needed to ground yourself after all the change and trauma you had witnessed in the last month. Being with Gojo was a slow addiction. you tell yourself you can quit anytime, but realize too late that you can’t live without it.
For him, the wild and crazy circumstances of the whole thing made it too delicious to quit. The sheer absurdity of it all for him- you being an exception. It was a stronger but fleeting high.
You had been making impeccable progress, as far as he was concerned. Which was good, because there was so much banking on your success. So much more than you knew.
You dreamt about him again. All these memories keep resurfacing that you never had. You suddenly developed an interest in ancient Japan and Jujutsu society, taking in any history about it that you could.
Physically, you still had a long way to go before you reached your full potential, but you were trying.
You hadn’t been on a mission in several weeks, learning only the basics such as how to wield a weapon and concentrating cursed energy at will. But seemingly everyday it gets a little easier.
You let the hot water roll over your body, an act almost cleansing in the physical and spiritual sense. The steam awakens your senses, and you rest easy knowing when you get out food will be waiting for you in the kitchen. That all things are as they should be for the time being.
The weather is slowly getting colder, as fall creeps its way over summer. Leading you to wear warmer clothing, a long sleeve and pants. You step out into the kitchen drying the remnants of water in your hair using your mostly damp towel, the smell of food hitting your nose.
“This is the real reason why I stick around Satoru.”
“Really? Nothing else?”
You didn't even entertain him as you ripped open the bags filled with stacks of delectable goodness.
Adjacent to you he got two plates out and utensils, the both of you began setting your plates.
“Oh and also, you have a mission tomorrow.”
You halted your movements abruptly, slowly turning your head to his unbothered disposition.
“And you just thought to tell me?”
Venom laced your words.
“I didn't want you to be mad at me! you get scary.”
You took a deep breath and spoke behind gritted teeth.
“Okay. Care to tell me more?”
Aggressively shoving food on your plate, he stepped a couple paces farther from you.
“There's been reports of a higher ranked curse going around, weird stuff keeps happening, people dying, mutilation, blah blah. You’ll be accompanied by a pro this time rather than just babysitting.”
“Alright. And will my life be in danger? Are you hiding the details from me again, so I have no idea what I'm walking into?”
“Nope! Not this time.”
He walked away with his plate of food and sat on the couch.
“Are there any other details you'd like to disclose before I find out the truth?”
“Not particularly.”
He said before a big bite.
You very annoyingly sat down as far away from him as possible.
“I better not find out you're lying to me.”
“Just watch a pro at work, that’s all you gotta do.”
“Do I at least get a weapon?”
The first thing you notice about Nanami is his deliberate ability to make any situation feel more or less stressful.
His face bore little to no reactions, his posture stiff and correct, his voice commanding.
He made a lasting impression.
The second thing you noticed was that he was also handsome. Not pretty like Gojo or cute like Yuuji, but handsome.
You trudged through the tunnel of a dark sewer. You had to remain strong. As difficult as it had been to accept over the last weeks, this was going to be your life now.
You honestly didn’t know what to expect.
“You’ve been misinformed I assume.”
He broke the silence.
“Probably. I have a terrible teacher.”
“Sounds in character for him. What all do you know of the situation?”
“Basically nothing.”
You felt that feeling again, of being in the dark. Quite literally and metaphorically.
“Itadori and I have done most of the leg work already, the hunt for this transfigurer and tracking its location.”
“Transfigurer?”
“I suppose I should prepare your for what you are about to see. If at all it becomes stressful I understand if you want to leave.”
He took your affirming nod and silence as a means to continue his explanation.
“This curse can alter one’s physical shape into anything it desires. It’s a truly grotesque and disgusting power. Which is why I take urgency to exorcise it.”
“By ones physical shape do you mean…?”
“Humans.”
You felt a tightness well in your throat.
“You’re new to this, and if I’m being frank this assignment was not the best to be one of your first. But I suppose this is a good way to throw you into the field and begin developing your tolerance.”
Tolerance? You wondered what he meant.
As honest as he was, you knew he was hiding information from you.
“Nanami, I have a question.”
He continued in silence, your sign to continue.
“Is Satoru hiding something from me?”
He pushed his glasses up and came to a stop.
“It’s not my place to say.”
That made your stomach drop.
“I will tell you this, no single functional mind could comprehend that man’s intentions.”
He continued walking. A shared silence as you felt torn between not wanting to pry, and desperately needing to know more.
“Whenever we find what we’re looking for, I want you to stay a consistent 20 paces behind me at all time. If you get in the way it could compromise your safety as well as mine.”
You simply nodded. Far too on edge to properly respond.
You weren’t going to question his authority, especially when his confidence made you feel at ease. Usually being commanded on what to would have made you livid, but now you could do nothing but listen. It was mostly silence.
You just kept trudging the seemingly endless tunnel on edge until something happened.
“H-e…lp m…e…”
A distorted and raspy voice was heard beyond in the darkness.
You froze. Immediately following Nanami’s rule and slowly easing yourself several feet behind him.
And you’re glad you did, when what you saw made you feel dizzy.
A creature with four legs and deep purple skin, eyes on opposite side of its head an no neck.
Without any hesitation or time to process, Nanami sliced across its chest and with a single blow, killed it. It’s body falling limp at his feet as he continued walking.
You attempted to remain calm. Seeing as how he was, you were scared of what he may think if you freaked out, you couldn’t imagine burdening him during a serious moment and messing things up.
“Those are what I was talking about, transfigured bodies.”
“That was once a…”
You walked by it, footing unsteady, giving one last fleeting glance at the cadaver.
“Now you see why we need to eliminate this curse.”
Sudden emotion over took you as you continued walking, remembering its eyes. Human eyes.
You shook your head. Choosing to not care in the moment.
That cycle repeated. A monster crosses your path, Nanami slashes it, and you continue down the endless paths of dim tunnels.
You weren’t exactly a master at this or anything relating, but it didn’t take a genius to notice your comrades growing irritation.
“Are you okay?” You muttered
“I only wish this curse would show itself. Even if these are disfigured and beyond help, killing humans leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Oh Good Good!”
A different voice approached from the darkness; a sudden gut-wrenching feeling overcame.
“I was really worried someone strong would show up. But you two should be easy to experiment on!”
Nanami seemed unbothered. Pushing his glasses upwards. They stood in an uneasy silence for a moment. Just a moment.
And before you knew it a series of blows were exchanged faster than your eyes could keep up with. You didn’t even see who attacked first.
All you could do was try and stay out of his way.
The curse suddenly slid back several feet. Wide eyed.
“Was that some kind of cursed technique? I should’ve blocked it.”
“What do you mean some kind? I don’t appreciate questions that are left to interpretation”
“Oh good, seems you don’t mind talking!”
“That depends on who I’m talking to.”
“Guess I’m special then huh?”
This curse oozed a certain arrogance which reminded you eerily of Gojo.
You stopped breathing when he pointed to you.
“And who’s that then?”
Nanami stepped further in front of you to block his view. You were honestly shocked he could see you; you were so far back in the darkness that you could barely even tell what was going on.
“That doesn’t concern you.”
“Emotional support? I guess your job does get pretty tricky huh? Humans can’t handle much.”
“They're my colleague.”
He tapped his foot on the ground, seemingly thinking something.
“Hey what do you think came first? The body, or the soul?”
You both had a confused look.
“Y’know like chicken and the egg? Is the soul inside the body, or is the body outside the soul?”
“The former.”
He was tense. You didn’t like the air around you; the whole situation was awkward. You had been looking at curses as non-human things to ease the guilt and trauma, but to know that they could talk and be coherent, sent you someplace dark.
“Wrong. The soul always exists before the body.”
Nanami looked like he could care less.
“It’s the source of my power. I transform the shape of my soul; it’s not healing or shapeshifting like many believe.”
Out of nowhere a creature summoned at his hand.
“I make humans small and store them, it’s pretty hard Y’know?”
You watched as Nanami checked his watch and muttered something under his breath.
“An ordinary person dies after being transfigured. I wonder what will happen to you jujutsu sorcerers…”
So much had happened you struggled to make sense of any of it. You no longer knew how much time had passed. You would have guessed fifteen minutes- but knew it was probably longer.
They were ruthless. The punches, the kicks, the blocking and dodging. You felt too appalled to do anything and too interested to look away.
Somehow this felt familiar to you. Watching it all was like replaying a movie you had seen when you were a young child. Details blurred and specifics unknown, but a certain naturalness came with it once you saw it again.
“I'm now officially working overtime.”
Nanami eased his tie, and a sudden shift was felt in the air.
“So, you have a way to get stronger from fighting past a certain time huh? You’re not half bad.”
He sported a sickening smile through the entire ordeal. One that made your insides curl.
You watched as the ground beneath Nanami shifted beneath him and lifting him up, another deformed body had been conjured and was serving as an impromptu ledge. He crouched and wiped his thumb across a crying face.
“I’ve mastered transfiguring souls without killing them. Try not to feel too bad.”
“I don’t let personal feelings affect my work.”
It all suddenly hit you. He changes the shape of people into grotesque… things. And all the while they stay fully conscious and feeling.
“You’re such a terrible liar! About this and your ‘colleague’.”
A strong sense of justice took over you.
“So, you just transform people into whatever you want? Just because you look like a freak doesn’t mean everyone else does too!”
A sudden sense of Deja Vu came over you, remembering when your fear left your body in place of anger when you were fighting that special grade curse. You were no longer yourself, just your emotions.
Nanami looked back at you shocked, and judging by the curses face, he was as well.
“Well I’ll be damned. The cheer section has some voice. What rank are you? I hardly defected any cursed energy from you before. I thought you weren’t even a sorcerer!”
“I don’t have a rank.”
Nanami sighed. Clearly annoyed at the fighting and provoking.
“You should get one soon so we can have a proper fight. I’m really looking forward to seeing what would happen to that deformed soul of yours once I get a hold of it.”
You went to open your mouth.
“That’s enough.”
Nanami butted in before you two could insult each other again.
“And what about you my blonde-haired friend? What’s your rank.”
“Grade 1.”
“So, you’re strong huh? Perfect for experimentation. Both of you make a fine pair. First, I just have to get rid of the bodyguard!”
Suddenly, the hand of the curse slammed against Nanami's stomach, flat-palmed. They stood still for a brief moment.
It felt like time stopped.
Did he kill him? Was something going to happen? What would happen if Nanami died? You can’t fight this guy by yourself!
Panic started to set in, and you had to fight every natural instinct telling you to run away.
“Looks like your soul is being subconsciously protected by cursed energy. But that’s no worry, another 2-3 times you’ll no longer be human!”
As much as you hated this helpless feeling, you were learning a lot.
Learning how weak and ignorant you were, and how strong you could be. Nanami was inspiring, unlike Gojo who flaunted strength and barely delivered, Nanami showed and didn’t boast. He simply acted, strength just coming to him, and it suited him well.
“Y’know you’re getting kind of boring.”
He looked back to you.
You felt a breeze hit your face, followed by a hand on your shoulder.
He was behind you.
“You’re much more interesting.”
Nanami gritted his teeth and ran back to you quickly, with a face that could only be described as something between concern and fear. He aimed a critical hit, but his blade was met with nothing, causing him to stumble forward but gracefully compose himself.
The curse was far behind him.
Your knees buckled. You didn’t even see him move, he was well over thirty feet away and he suddenly appeared behind you- you felt your throat tighten and your lungs fail to collect air as the shock subsided.
Your heart started racing, your hands clenched, and face flushed.
“Well I’ll be damned! Nothing happened when I touched you either!”
Suddenly, Nanami lunged at the curse, swinging his weapon to which the curse dodged.
He shouted at you.
“Hey! Are you aware of your unique soul?”
You figured it was best to not engage at all. Swallowing a nervous lump in your throat.
“Your fight is with me, leave them alone.”
“Why bring them along then? It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that their soul is in a different shape, does it?”
“A different shape?”
You muttered out.
“Yeah! I’ve never seen anything like it. You two are sure an unforgettable pair. I really wonder what would happen if my cursed technique worked on you.”
“Y/n.”
Nanami's voice cleared the space of your spiraling thoughts.
“Leave.”
You hesitated for a second, before turning around and letting your feet carry out as fast as you could, back where you came in from. You heard fighting and struggling behind you as you disappeared into the dark, not daring to turn around.
When you reached the entrance, you nearly vomited.
You held your stomach and doubled over, supporting yourself on some near railing, the events finally settling in.
Everything seemed to be delayed in these slowly turning familiar terrifying circumstances.
You were panting and shaking- trying desperately to compose yourself.
“Y/n?”
You slowly turned your head up trying not to hurl as the images and phrases repeated in your head.
It was Yuuji, accompanied by a black-haired teen you hadn’t seen before.
“Are you okay?”
He looked so concerned.
“Y-yeah. Just…”
You felt bile build up in your throat, moving a hand over your mouth and the other to hold up your pointer finger in a ‘one second’ motion.
The boys looked at each other awkwardly.
“Just... adapting.”
“I get it. It was hard for me too, in the beginning.”
A still silence sat for a moment.
“Wanna come with us? we could sit down somewhere and maybe get you a drink or something?”
You slowly nodded your head yes.
The darker-haired boy didn’t seem to talk at all as you and a Yuuji conversed, maybe he was just shy. You didn't care enough at the moment to ask questions though.
The three of you sat on concrete steps overlooking a river, holding sodas.
“They were people once. And when I finally found that out, I just couldn’t hold back this feeling of dread.”
“Yeah. I felt the same way.”
“How do you do it? Keep it together? You both lived normal lives then suddenly had to throw it all away for monsters and magic.”
“You don’t have a choice. These things, they’re true evil. They’re not people, and they only exist to kill. And I guess, knowing that they exist and that I can do something about it is better than not doing anything at all.”
You sat on that. This was a chance for you to better the world, to make a change.
“I guess I never thought about it like that.”
“And Y’know, you don’t get any awards or medals or credit or anything. No ordinary person will ever know what you do for them, but you have a community to share that with. It’s not like Spider-Man where he goes home every day and has to pretend everything is normal. You have friends who are like you!"
“Did you just compare Jujutsu society to Spider-man?”
“It works doesn’t it!” He flashed you a smile that made you feel better.
It does.
“I just don’t think I’m ready. Ready to fight… monsters or anything.”
“Not many people are. I guess I’m an exception because I want to help people more than anything. You just got to find that motivation!”
What motivates you?
You wanted to help people. But not as passionately as Yuuji did. You weren’t angry enough to take it out on curses like Gojo suggested, and you weren’t calculated like Nanami where you could treat this like a day-to-day job.
So why even do this? Self-defense?
Your head perked up.
“Answers.”
Yuuji turned his head over at you in confusion.
“Huh?”
“I want answers.” Your fist tightened.
“I have to go, thank you.”
Yuuji and the other boy stared at you as you walked off.
You stormed inside the home after unlocking the front door.
You took off your shoes and walked past Gojo on the couch. You didn’t utter a single word to him.
“So, how’d it go?”
“Tell me the truth.”
“I asked you a question first.”
He joked, but quickly his smile dropped as he saw the seething expression on your face.
“I want answers, Satoru. No more half truths or bullshit.”
With a blank expression he stood up, walking over to you.
“What do you want to know?”
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Desire.
Shin Yuna. The world sees her as a world famous idol, a paragon of beauty of grace. An individual to look up to, a person to aspire towards. Some might see her as untouchable, in a social sphere somewhere near the clouds. But she is more than just an idol with a hectic schedule and a busy life. Yuna is a real life human being, and every human has their flaws, their desires, their dark secrets that they need to keep hidden from the world.
And right now Yuna sure is living up to desires.
"You gonna do it? You gonna cum on my face?"
There she is, the picture perfect idol, sitting on her feet, naked as the day she was born. Surrounding her are three hand selected males, her hand vigorously pumping the cock directly in front of her. Yuna's eyes are firmly set on the glistening knob that her hands are wrapped around, her fingers nimbly moving from tip to hilt, her thumb digging into the meat and tugging and massaging with ferocious intent.
The other two aren't just standing idly by—they're groping and spanking whatever they feel like, an opportunity like this one is unheard of, but a gift Yuna loves to indulge. You see, underneath that cute and bubbly personality, and beyond all her flawless photoshoots and iconic concerts, the fact remains that Yuna is, above everything else, a cock obsessed slut.
The feeling of multiple hands and several hard, throbbing members grazing her petite body always fills Yuna with a pleasure that no amount of her fingers can ever truly match. The pinching of her nipples, the light and harsh spanks to her ass, the feeling of a cock throbbing in her hands. All of these things send her reeling into euphoria.
"Do it! Cum on my face. You gonna make me work for it? Do I have to suck you off? Make you cum by slurping your juices? My hand not enough?"
Her questions comes with a gentle lick to the underside of his shaft. It makes the cock twitch violently in Yuna's firm grip. He's already reaching his climax, that much is evident to Yuna. The only thing she needs now is for him to vocalize.
"I'm gonna... Yuna, I'm..."
"Come on, babe."
With a guttural moan, Yuna feels her cheek being covered by a blast of sticky warmth, followed by spurts of cum across her lips and chin and nose.
She looks down, mouth gaping, tongue hanging out, eye's narrow. The feeling of the sticky substance smeared over her skin, a marking that has her feel warm all over.
"Who's next?!" Yuna moves away from the well spent man, turning her attention to the other two behind her. One has his hands clasped to Yuna's ample ass, the other never stops roughly groping and grabbing her tits, pulling her nipples this and that way.
Yuna doesn't even know these lucky bastard's names—and that's precisely the point. All she knows is that they're some of her biggest fans, and because Yuna's not one to disappoint her supporters, the only reasonable thing for her to do is invite them back to her hotel room for an honest to God gangbang.
No real names, no exchanging numbers. Just a night of fun.
It's Yuna's idea of an ideal way to unwind before an important gig, and she's taking it upon herself to fully indulge.
"You know I offer more than just hand jobs right? My mouth, my pussy...my ass."
Yuna puts some emphasis when she says the word ass—she knows how taboo it is, to be an idol who loves to be fucked in her forbidden hole. Tempting over eager fan boys is such a power rush to Yuna, especially since she always gets what she wants in the end. And tonight will be no different.
Not only does the sudden spurt of her words catch the other two guys off guard, so do her slender fingers, that have already found their way around the nearest cock.
She looks up into his eyes, practically staring into his soul.
"So what do you say sweetheart? Which hole do you wanna fuck? Do you want my mouth? Is it my pussy you craving?"
Yuna smirks.
"Or maybe," her other hand slowly reaches to her asshole, "you're gonna shove your cock right here and treat me like a total anal slut."
She isn't quite touching her tight hole, but her fingertips hover tantalizing close. Close enough to make the guy think of exactly what she's describing, all the dirty details, from start to end. And the mere thought is starting to make him go crazy.
"Have you ever done anal before?"
Her soft and playful tone is hard to resist. This entire experience has left the guy totally speechless. He shakes his head, unable to verbalize any words of any kind.
"Well what do you say Hun? Wanna pop your anal virginity with a world famous superstar?"
Yuna doesn't even give him a chance to answer—she bends down on the bed, ass up face down, spread apart in a position that leaves her totally open to her new fuck buddies.
He watches in absolute shock and disbelief as Yuna playfully wiggles her plump behind, teasingly caressing her puckering asshole in a display that leaves him unable to hold off. He licks his fingers, saliva coating his palm as he reaches forward to insert his middle finger into Yuna's butt. She wasn't lying; Yuna is an anal loving slut, a star whore, and this position is making her squirm. The soft, coos leaving her lips are proof of the immense arousal coursing through her veins. The fact that her pussy is dripping means even more.
"I don't want your finger," Yuna turns back, staring into his eyes again, "I want your cock."
He pulls his finger out with a lewd squelching sound, only to replace it with his cock—hard and pulsating, a sheer result of the slutty actions from the girl splayed out in front of him, seemingly on a platter.
The tip presses against Yuna's eager asshole. She starts to whimper, just slightly, an involuntary reflex as a wave of pleasure fills her veins. It's about to begin, and that moment is like heaven to Yuna.
"Do it," she utters, more quietly now that the tip of his cock is pressing up against her most private place. "Don't tease. Fuck me in the ass. Do it. Please..."
Those few simple, begging words are the green light the guy has been waiting for. A cue to fully penetrate her rear, spreading it open with a searing, heavy thrust. It doesn't matter that it's his first time—Yuna loves to fuck. She loves it in any position, anywhere, in any circumstance. Yuna was made to be fucked and tonight is no exception, that is a fact.
So the feeling of his heavy prick ramming her open, and the sweet, familiar burn that comes after sends Yuna into a total blissed-out state. Even though this is what Yuna was begging for, the thrusts are slow and inexperienced—her new living dildo seemingly afraid to hurt his favorite idol.
"Don't be gentle! Fuck me hard, deeper...please, please! Wreck my asshole!"
Those words are enough. They spur the young man into action, and instead of taking it nice and slow, Yuna feels her whole ass shuddering at the rapid pace her lover is now setting. It hurt. Oh God did it fucking hurt.
The kind of pain that leaves her feeling filled with the greatest pleasure. The kind of pain that reminds her that she's alive—not some brainless idol robot with an image to protect. Yuna is a woman with sexual needs and she's not afraid to admit them.
"Faster, don't stop. More, oh God yes!!" Yuna is spouting out all the right things and it's certainly having an effect. "Fuck me!" Her hands grope her perky ass cheeks, trying their hardest to keep them spread open for the fuckfest raging on in the depths of her backdoor.
Her insides felt great to her new partner, especially as he gets more adventurous and drives her over the edge of euphoria with a thrust here, a squeeze there. His hands are gripping her hips, driving his rock hard length further into her cavern.
It must have been such a fucking miserable sight. The third guy in the room ignored and forgotten, sporting a massive erection whilst sitting on the edge of a King sized bed. Yuna didn't even notice it, nor did the guy currently drilling her ass. But she definitely notices it when he lifts her head and presses his tip against her slightly parted lips. The action catches her off guard, almost. It's just a quick glance and a lust filled smirk, but the quick understanding between them has her open her mouth to swallow the intruding piece of flesh.
"You want me to suck your cock while I'm getting fucked in the ass?! What a joke!"
The man looks dejected. That is until Yuna licks her lips and flashes a coy smile. She shakes her head, waves of dark hair falling around her cheeks and onto her back.
"I'm not gonna suck it. But you can fuck my face. Spit roast me. Make me choke me on your cock, choke me as his big, hard dick fills my little asshole."
Yuna opens her mouth, her tongue laid flat and waiting to be invaded. There's an overwhelming desire to be filled from both ends, a carnal hunger. If that's what it takes for her to receive this much pleasure, then so be it. She just wants her holes stuffed, fucked hard until they're so worn, so well used that her mind blanks into total ecstasy.
Yuna sucks and moans and mewls as he's driving his cock down her throat. Any cries of pleasure from being torn apart from behind gets muffled and lost under the garbled and sloppy sounds of the face-fucking.
She takes his cock hungrily into her mouth, bobbing back and forth, not even worrying about the gagging sensations or the burning in her throat, or the spit dripping from her mouth, nor even her eyes beginning to water.
The taste, the scent—the full sensory overload from receiving both a full frontal assault on her gag reflex and a rump fuck all at once is driving her crazy. Her clit is swollen and sensitive, and everytime she shakes her ass to guide his cock deep inside, her clit brushes against the silk-soft sheets and tenses something tight and coils deep within her core.
It builds, tighter, hotter—and the wetness trickling out of her needy, untouched cunt only aids the thrusts from his eager tool.
Her whole body shakes and trembles. A total body orgasm as she's used and abused by two strangers, faceless tools for her sexual pleasure. They take her, use her, violate and violate, spanking and penetrating wherever they pleased.
And through it all she takes it with grace, glee, and happiness. The pain mixed in with the pleasure was intense. Overwhelming. Every time another palm cracks against her reddening cheeks, every time that she's choked and pounded harder, deeper, it leaves her begging for more. Every thrust from either end sends another surge of the hottest, fiercest tingling through her veins. Yuna's completely submerged into the moment, so lost within it. A cocktail of sheer masochism and perverted need to be nothing but an object for her boys' enjoyment.
Then it happens, with another hard thrust into her slutty backdoor, everything snaps—and Yuna screams into a prolonged, euphoric moan. She cums, and she cums hard. Her second one in such a short space of time. It's so intense—so overwhelming.
It takes a whole minute before the world starts to spin again, the rush and adrenaline is almost too much, the double penetration pushing the boundaries and making Yuna realize how she could die right here, right now, and still not care. She almost forgets she's an idol for a moment, the label seeming so alien and irrelevant as the rest of her facade disintegrates along with her mind and body, dissolving under a sea of pleasure. Slowly fading as her partner finally bursts with an eruption of hot, thick, cum, coating her insides, filling her ass until it can hold no more and starts leaking out onto her skin and the plushy fabric of the covers.
The constant moans of joy must have been too much for the man occupying her throat. Cuz shortly after her ass is stuffed full, so is her mouth, spurt after spurt, sending Yuna straight into an orgasmic daze.
It's incredible—such a heavenly, amazing, thrilling and powerful feeling of a double load pumped into both of her holes.
She swaps from feeling like an object, a fuck toy, something to be used and abused, to just Yuna. Yuna who craves pleasure, needs love, and wants a feeling of validation that she's doing her very best to fill up with constant sexual trysts and promiscuous nights. It doesn't work though, because she can never truly be satisfied. No man, no orgy, no gangbang has ever been enough, never even been close enough. But when it's all over, these times, these moments are what Yuna lives and breathes for.
There's four bodies on the bed, laid out and completely wrecked—Yuna, the man with the enormous cock that spread her anal walls, the man that got the handjob of a lifetime from none other than Yuna herself, and the forgotten dude who eventually got to fuck her throat. Yuna can barely see or talk after being ravaged, but even still she's smiling like the cat that got the cream—because in essence, she had three extra large creamy loads.
It's not enough, no amount of cock could ever satisfy Yuna, but this is good enough for tonight. Tomorrow brings another night. Another night to find a nice gentleman to stuff her pussy that was left unfulfilled, left on the verge, twitching and ready to burst. But tomorrow is a worry for the future—now is the time for rest and relaxation, for recovery.
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